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Stumble (2/?)
The squeak of desperate sneakers.
A skid.
Harry knew there was no way he would make it to Professor Sprout's class anytime soon. He had only just run out of the Gryffindor tower and still needed to scramble across the Quidditch pitch to the field of dry grass where the class was supposed to have met-twenty minutes ago. Serves him right for oversleeping.
With a final burst of speed Harry was determined to make it to that faraway field before the class was over. His black robes slipped off a slender shoulder. As he turned a sharp corner he toppled over, shooting out a hand to catch the fall.
Collision.
Draco had been walking to the Slytherin common room to fetch his forgotten Transfiguration homework. Professor McGonagall had refused to let him use the Summoning Charm, maintaining that retrieving it by hand might prevent such an incident from ever happening again. He had reached a corner when Harry had come bursting around, panting and completely disheveled. To his dismay Harry had tripped and lurched forward crashing into Draco. Overbalanced, the two hit the ground with a solid thud, Harry lying on top of Draco.
In shock and embarrassment Harry flushed as he watched Draco's right eyebrow shoot up. 'I wish I knew how to do that,' Harry idly mused.
Draco gently pushed Harry off of him, stood up, then offered a hand. The Gryffindor grew wide-eyed in astonishment, yet didn't refuse the proffered hand.
"Watch where you're going, Potter," Draco said quietly with no malice. He turned and elegantly walked away.
Harry stared wonderingly after him before slowly strolling to class. There was no way he'd make it in time anyway.
A/N: can anyone tell me how to bold, italicize this stuff? Nothing I try works.
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Stumble (2/?)
The squeak of desperate sneakers.
A skid.
Harry knew there was no way he would make it to Professor Sprout's class anytime soon. He had only just run out of the Gryffindor tower and still needed to scramble across the Quidditch pitch to the field of dry grass where the class was supposed to have met-twenty minutes ago. Serves him right for oversleeping.
With a final burst of speed Harry was determined to make it to that faraway field before the class was over. His black robes slipped off a slender shoulder. As he turned a sharp corner he toppled over, shooting out a hand to catch the fall.
Collision.
Draco had been walking to the Slytherin common room to fetch his forgotten Transfiguration homework. Professor McGonagall had refused to let him use the Summoning Charm, maintaining that retrieving it by hand might prevent such an incident from ever happening again. He had reached a corner when Harry had come bursting around, panting and completely disheveled. To his dismay Harry had tripped and lurched forward crashing into Draco. Overbalanced, the two hit the ground with a solid thud, Harry lying on top of Draco.
In shock and embarrassment Harry flushed as he watched Draco's right eyebrow shoot up. 'I wish I knew how to do that,' Harry idly mused.
Draco gently pushed Harry off of him, stood up, then offered a hand. The Gryffindor grew wide-eyed in astonishment, yet didn't refuse the proffered hand.
"Watch where you're going, Potter," Draco said quietly with no malice. He turned and elegantly walked away.
Harry stared wonderingly after him before slowly strolling to class. There was no way he'd make it in time anyway.
A/N: can anyone tell me how to bold, italicize this stuff? Nothing I try works.
Whoa_there_life@hotmail.com
www.livejournal.com/users/madman_dreams