We All Burn Sometimes
By
Passo
( genjo_sanzo_lover@yahoo.com )
Chapter 2: Encounter
Harry hurried to the dungeons. Drat! Now Snape would surely deduct more points from him today. Why, of all subjects, did he forget to bring his Potions book this morning? Now he had to retrieve it from the Gryffindor tower which was why he was running late for Potions.
In his hurry, he didn't see the person running from the opposite direction soon enough to avoid a collision. The last this Harry saw was a blur of black before he was swept in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.
"Oomph!" he heard the muffle from the unfortunate person as they fell.
Harry lay on the floor for a few seconds, stunned. His face was cushioned on something soft. He caught a slight scent of spice. He felt his right knee ache slightly. Oh no! He can't get an injury now… he had a game this weekend against Hufflepuff…
"Get your fucking leg out of my crotch, Potter."
Uh-oh. This was getting to be much worse.
Harry raised his head and met the mocking silver-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Look, Potter, I know you have the hots for me but please restrain your fantasies to your imagination and refrain from feeling me up because I believe that we are late for class."
Harry shot up from the floor, shoving Draco away from him. "Yech! You are disgusting, Malfoy." His skin prickled with what he interpreted as disgust from the encounter.
"Hah! You're probably all excited, you freaking' fag."
Harry's blood rose to his head and he grabbed the front of Malfoy's robes. "I'm not a fag!" he screamed in the blonde's face.
Draco was spared from answering (or punching) Harry back for at that moment, the classroom door opened to reveal a glowering, black-cloaked Professor Snape.
"Get in. You have disturbed the class enough with your noise."
Silently, the two boys sprang away from each other and took their seats inside the room. Snape followed them.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for the disturbance, Potter."
Harry swallowed his resentment as Snape continued the lesson without taking any points from Slytherin. From the opposite side of the room, Malfoy shot him a gloating look of triumph.
I'll get you soon, Malfoy. He vowed.
***
Draco smoothed his hair, mentally cursing Potter for messing up his hairdo. He would have to fix it up again later. He couldn't possibly flirt with Ravenclaw girls looking like a mop. He snuck a look at Potter. The boy's hair was a disgrace. He felt like wielding a huge hedge clipper to his hair. Granted, he had heard Pansy and some other girls call Potter's hair sexy but Draco would rather die than be caught wearing that rat's nest.
The memory of Potter sprawled on top of him, their legs intertwined, brought a flush to Draco's face. That just proves just how much I hate him. He told himself silently. I'll get you someday, Potter. He vowed.
***
Draco felt his eyes glaze over. He kept his smile on his face as he listened to Mandy Brocklehurst tell him how Witches' Vogue offered her their December cover and the winter collection spread. The girl was definitely gorgeous, with all that leg and long blonde hair. She was also very popular and, as a Ravenclaw, quite brainy. Unfortunately, the girl must have left all her common sense in the classrooms as all they've talked about for the last fifteen minutes was modeling, Mandy, modeling, clothes, the merits of dragon hide boots in winter, Mandy, and modeling.
Draco tried to steer the conversation to more common ground, thinking that the girls' superlative looks must surely be reason enough to give her a second chance. But Mandy wasn't interested in quidditch and declared all jocks as boring. That did it for Draco Malfoy, the ultra-popular Slytherin seeker, and he politely backed out from the faltering dialogue.
Pity. He watched the girl bound off towards her friends, blond hair bouncing on her back and shapely legs showing under the robe as she walked. He mentally added Mandy to the list of girls to shag in the near future but eliminated her from his prospective girlfriend options. That particular list was getting shorter and shorter.
But… the day was young. He would find her. He skimmed his eyes over the Ravenclaw girls at study hall. Instantly, Lisa Turpin caught his eye. She was a brunette, very attractive, and looked more sensible than her supermodel housemate. He knew for a fact that her family was moneyed, and pure-blood wizards and witches to boot. At present, the girl was sitting alone, reading a book. She didn't look like a nerd, either, in spite of the volume's thickness.
As Draco walked closer, he was able to read the title: Sexual Magic for the Imaginative. Hmmm… promising. Definitely promising. This day might get better yet.
