Gryffindors Always Did Wear Their Hearts On Their Sleeves
Dinner was the usual.
Sit. Eat. Horny Girls. Common Room.
Hermoine made sure she sat as far away from Harry at dinner as she could, never mind the odd stares she got from the Hufflepuffs. It wasn't until they went to the common room that Hermione's good conscience and motherly side won over all her common sense and she decided to be the one once again to kiss and make up- Not that she would ever, ever kiss those lips- even if he was just another horny bastard.
"So Harry, which poor virgin are you taking to the Yule ball this year? Oh and try your hardest not to have oral sex at the table again."
"Someone still has her panties in a twist." Harry shot back from one of the ancient armchairs by the fire.
Hermoine stood up, seven years of friendship aside, fist clenched, ready to pounce "I DO NOT AND NEVER HAD OR WILL HAVE MY PANTIES IN A TWIST!!"
"Calm down! You started it." Harry leaned back in his chair, feet stretched onto the coffee table, arms crossed firmly on his chest. "And besides, I haven't decided yet; Why the sudden interest?" He made a noise that sounded a bit like a satisfied cat purring after drinking a bowl of milk, except Harry took pleasure with screwing with the girl's head.
"Oh," she stumbled, "No reason. Just curious." Hermoine trailed off and started biting her bottom lip. She slowly sat back in the well worn seat across from Harry as her thoughts consumed her. She didn't know why she was so frightened to tell her two best mates that she was going with Draco Malfoy.
Maybe because Draco used to be their sworn enemy? Yeah, that must be it.
Harry raised his brow at Hermoine's response, or lack there of.
"Reaaallly?" Hermoine was just a bad liar.
"Well. Ron here has a date."
"Really? Our Ron?" Hermoine hadn't even noticed that the red head was in the room, and now she watched him squirm worse than she did under Harry's scrutinization.
"Well.technically I haven't asked her yet. I haven't had the chance. I have been so busy."
"Busy my ass!" Harry pointed an accusing finger at the exasperated boy. "You just haven't had the balls! Every time she comes down the hall you squeal like a little girl and dive into the closest classroom."
"Can it Potter! I do NOT squeal like a girl! I holler like a man, thanks very much." Ron just shook his head sadly and buried it in his hands.
"Calm down you two. No need to get vicious." Hermione interjected.
"Look who's talking." Harry reminded her none too sweetly.
"C'mon Hermoine. Tell us the truth. YOU brought this whole thing up. Spill."
I did bring it up, Hermione worried in her thoughts. I might as well tell them now. Better I tell them now than someone else telling them later.
"Well, I did get asked today." Hermoine said shyly, fingers fumbling with her inky robes as she looked intently at her lap.
"And." Ron egged on, hands prompting her on as he talked with them in frantic movements.
"And I said yes."
"AND." Ron was flailing them now. It was none too attractive.
This was really getting on Harry's nerves. She was acting like she was going with Draco Malfoy or something!! He shifted with frustration in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Finally he gave it up and just sat on the edge of his chair, thinking maybe it would make her spit it out faster.
"And, uh.a-and." SAY IT YOU IDIOT! Hermione urged herself.
"FOR BLOODY SAKE HERMIONE!! WHO IS IT?!" Ron yelled, stamping the ground like a child in his overflowing impatience.
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermoine squeaked.
Oh. shit.
Harry felt as if was just slapped in the face. He felt goose bumps travel from his neck down his back and he shivered. Harry had the sudden urge to jump Hermione and strangle her with all of that damn bushy hair.
He couldn't understand it.
He wasn't mad because of the whole 'sworn enemy' thing. It was more. more. Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it. But he knew he felt betrayed. Harry kept his infamous cool façade though, arms still firmly crossed on his chest, feet back on the table as he settled back into his chair, nonchalantly observing the condition of his finger nails. He simply looked up and said "Why in the bloody hell for?"
"Why not? He isn't the same prick we knew our first year, Harry. People change. You did." That exterior didn't fool her for a second. She saw the flash of anger burning beneath that mask.
Harry wasn't about to discuss his not so private transformation from boy to man whore with Hermoine. He just grunted growled back, "He is such a puss. He was once a role model for rich jerks everywhere, now he's softer than Ron looking at Dumbledore. I bet he's never gotten any. Even worse, he's probably never even been kissed!!" His voice took on a shrill tone at the unfairness of it all. His laughter echoed hollow as if he had found out Voldemort was back in his life and not something like Hermione just got asked to the dance by Draco.
"Well you of all people would know if he'd been laid or not." Hermione crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye.
Ouch. Below the belt.
"What's THAT suppose to mean?"
"I thought that was obvious, idiot."
Harry was speechless. He stood up, crossed the distance between them in two steps and stared right into her face. She turned her head back to look at him, unflinching. After a few moments, and after nothing came to his mind, he threw his arms above his head in surrender.
Suddenly, he couldn't stand being in the same room with her any longer. He needed some fresh air.
Ron and Hermione were forgotten as he left the warmth of the common room.
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Harry couldn't figure it out. He thought he felt something between them this morning in the Great Hall. But he could have mistaken apprehension for lust.
He did that a lot.
No, he was an expert on sexual desire. Why, just his breath on the back of someone's neck could make anyone moan for more.
He was Harry "Fucking" Potter.
He was a Sex God! SEX GOD! Harry fumed in his dissatisfaction and stared out of the nearest window in the darkened hall he happened to be wandering down.
Then why in the hell wasn't Draco falling for him? Why in the world would he fall for Hermoine Granger?
There were a few flickering torches glowing in brilliant shades of autumn oranges and ruby reds, but they were nothing compared to unearthly silver of the moon as it glistened on the hematite lake. The reflection gave Harry's tan complexion an angelic glow as he climbed the ledge and leaned his back against the left side of the arched stone frame. Harry sighed and took in the chilly night air. His knees were hugged tight up against his chest as he rested his chin on them. He looked out to the dark, star studded horizon. How could I have been so dumb? Harry pondered. His watery eyes flinched from the sudden brightness of a falling star. Harry scrambled up and gazed at its short lived majesty. He closed his eyes, his hands outstretched in an empty offering, and whispered to himself,
"Please show me a sign that Draco should be mine."
Harry opened his eyes and realized how stupid he was sounding at the moment. There he was, weeping over Draco, when he could have anyone he wanted.
It just didn't feel the same.
Harry heaved a disgusted sigh and jumped down from the window ledge. Now he was frustrated with himself. He was allowing himself to be so vulnerable. FOR A MALFOY! "GAHHH!" He turned:
"I'M HARRY POTTER! I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! AND I SURE IN BLOODY HELL DON'T CARE IF YOU WON'T SHAG ME!" Harry raged into the night.
Just then Harry heard something behind him. He whirled about only to find a shy seventh year boy trying to sneak past the tempting Harry Potter.
"Uh. just strolling by. didn't mean to bother you." The young man was barely audible over Harry's ragged breaths.
Harry couldn't believe who it was. His heart stopped- who needed to breathe anyway? If this wasn't a sign, then what was?
Draco Malfoy stood a few feet away from Harry, achingly beautiful skin more luminescent than the moon itself. Coincidence? I think not. It was a sign, Harry was sure of it.
Harry suddenly didn't feel angry anymore. He let his body relax as he tried to put a reign over raw emotions.
He was alone. With Draco Malfoy.
Dirty little images started popping into his head of how he could make this situation to his advantage.
No. Harry thought.
Must. Not. Be. Sex. Depraved. Maniac.
Harry turned around, arms bracing the ledge. His head held back as he let out a little moan.
Draco felt very tense at that particular moment. Maybe because the last time Harry looked at him he was trying to seduce him! Draco shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Uncomfortable didn't begin to describe the situation.
The awkward silence continued to linger for a few more seconds before the blonde decided he better be on his way before Harry tried to pull one of his tricks.
"Well, I better be getting in. See you later. I guess."
Draco turned to leave.
Harry realized his sign was leaving. He needed to do something quick.
"Wait!" Harry shot his arm out and grabbed the others black shirt from behind.
Oh no, Draco thought. He's going to rape me! Better try to weasel my way out of this.
Draco stopped and slowly turned around, only to come face to face with Harry.
"I heard you were taking Hermoine to the Ball." The-Boy-Who-Wanted-To-Love- Draco gave him the one over.
"Yes. Yes I am. Why?" Draco stated firmly. He wasn't going to be intimidated by him any longer.
"Well, I was just curious. She better be good to you!" Harry couldn't believe what he just said, and rolled his eyes at his slip up, "I mean. You. You better be good to her!"
Harry stormed off. He was crumbling.
Draco stood there dumbfounded. Harry Potter had deteriorated before his very eyes.
Then the thought crept into Draco's mind.
A sensuous smile crept upon his face.
Dinner was the usual.
Sit. Eat. Horny Girls. Common Room.
Hermoine made sure she sat as far away from Harry at dinner as she could, never mind the odd stares she got from the Hufflepuffs. It wasn't until they went to the common room that Hermione's good conscience and motherly side won over all her common sense and she decided to be the one once again to kiss and make up- Not that she would ever, ever kiss those lips- even if he was just another horny bastard.
"So Harry, which poor virgin are you taking to the Yule ball this year? Oh and try your hardest not to have oral sex at the table again."
"Someone still has her panties in a twist." Harry shot back from one of the ancient armchairs by the fire.
Hermoine stood up, seven years of friendship aside, fist clenched, ready to pounce "I DO NOT AND NEVER HAD OR WILL HAVE MY PANTIES IN A TWIST!!"
"Calm down! You started it." Harry leaned back in his chair, feet stretched onto the coffee table, arms crossed firmly on his chest. "And besides, I haven't decided yet; Why the sudden interest?" He made a noise that sounded a bit like a satisfied cat purring after drinking a bowl of milk, except Harry took pleasure with screwing with the girl's head.
"Oh," she stumbled, "No reason. Just curious." Hermoine trailed off and started biting her bottom lip. She slowly sat back in the well worn seat across from Harry as her thoughts consumed her. She didn't know why she was so frightened to tell her two best mates that she was going with Draco Malfoy.
Maybe because Draco used to be their sworn enemy? Yeah, that must be it.
Harry raised his brow at Hermoine's response, or lack there of.
"Reaaallly?" Hermoine was just a bad liar.
"Well. Ron here has a date."
"Really? Our Ron?" Hermoine hadn't even noticed that the red head was in the room, and now she watched him squirm worse than she did under Harry's scrutinization.
"Well.technically I haven't asked her yet. I haven't had the chance. I have been so busy."
"Busy my ass!" Harry pointed an accusing finger at the exasperated boy. "You just haven't had the balls! Every time she comes down the hall you squeal like a little girl and dive into the closest classroom."
"Can it Potter! I do NOT squeal like a girl! I holler like a man, thanks very much." Ron just shook his head sadly and buried it in his hands.
"Calm down you two. No need to get vicious." Hermione interjected.
"Look who's talking." Harry reminded her none too sweetly.
"C'mon Hermoine. Tell us the truth. YOU brought this whole thing up. Spill."
I did bring it up, Hermione worried in her thoughts. I might as well tell them now. Better I tell them now than someone else telling them later.
"Well, I did get asked today." Hermoine said shyly, fingers fumbling with her inky robes as she looked intently at her lap.
"And." Ron egged on, hands prompting her on as he talked with them in frantic movements.
"And I said yes."
"AND." Ron was flailing them now. It was none too attractive.
This was really getting on Harry's nerves. She was acting like she was going with Draco Malfoy or something!! He shifted with frustration in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Finally he gave it up and just sat on the edge of his chair, thinking maybe it would make her spit it out faster.
"And, uh.a-and." SAY IT YOU IDIOT! Hermione urged herself.
"FOR BLOODY SAKE HERMIONE!! WHO IS IT?!" Ron yelled, stamping the ground like a child in his overflowing impatience.
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermoine squeaked.
Oh. shit.
Harry felt as if was just slapped in the face. He felt goose bumps travel from his neck down his back and he shivered. Harry had the sudden urge to jump Hermione and strangle her with all of that damn bushy hair.
He couldn't understand it.
He wasn't mad because of the whole 'sworn enemy' thing. It was more. more. Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it. But he knew he felt betrayed. Harry kept his infamous cool façade though, arms still firmly crossed on his chest, feet back on the table as he settled back into his chair, nonchalantly observing the condition of his finger nails. He simply looked up and said "Why in the bloody hell for?"
"Why not? He isn't the same prick we knew our first year, Harry. People change. You did." That exterior didn't fool her for a second. She saw the flash of anger burning beneath that mask.
Harry wasn't about to discuss his not so private transformation from boy to man whore with Hermoine. He just grunted growled back, "He is such a puss. He was once a role model for rich jerks everywhere, now he's softer than Ron looking at Dumbledore. I bet he's never gotten any. Even worse, he's probably never even been kissed!!" His voice took on a shrill tone at the unfairness of it all. His laughter echoed hollow as if he had found out Voldemort was back in his life and not something like Hermione just got asked to the dance by Draco.
"Well you of all people would know if he'd been laid or not." Hermione crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye.
Ouch. Below the belt.
"What's THAT suppose to mean?"
"I thought that was obvious, idiot."
Harry was speechless. He stood up, crossed the distance between them in two steps and stared right into her face. She turned her head back to look at him, unflinching. After a few moments, and after nothing came to his mind, he threw his arms above his head in surrender.
Suddenly, he couldn't stand being in the same room with her any longer. He needed some fresh air.
Ron and Hermione were forgotten as he left the warmth of the common room.
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Harry couldn't figure it out. He thought he felt something between them this morning in the Great Hall. But he could have mistaken apprehension for lust.
He did that a lot.
No, he was an expert on sexual desire. Why, just his breath on the back of someone's neck could make anyone moan for more.
He was Harry "Fucking" Potter.
He was a Sex God! SEX GOD! Harry fumed in his dissatisfaction and stared out of the nearest window in the darkened hall he happened to be wandering down.
Then why in the hell wasn't Draco falling for him? Why in the world would he fall for Hermoine Granger?
There were a few flickering torches glowing in brilliant shades of autumn oranges and ruby reds, but they were nothing compared to unearthly silver of the moon as it glistened on the hematite lake. The reflection gave Harry's tan complexion an angelic glow as he climbed the ledge and leaned his back against the left side of the arched stone frame. Harry sighed and took in the chilly night air. His knees were hugged tight up against his chest as he rested his chin on them. He looked out to the dark, star studded horizon. How could I have been so dumb? Harry pondered. His watery eyes flinched from the sudden brightness of a falling star. Harry scrambled up and gazed at its short lived majesty. He closed his eyes, his hands outstretched in an empty offering, and whispered to himself,
"Please show me a sign that Draco should be mine."
Harry opened his eyes and realized how stupid he was sounding at the moment. There he was, weeping over Draco, when he could have anyone he wanted.
It just didn't feel the same.
Harry heaved a disgusted sigh and jumped down from the window ledge. Now he was frustrated with himself. He was allowing himself to be so vulnerable. FOR A MALFOY! "GAHHH!" He turned:
"I'M HARRY POTTER! I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! AND I SURE IN BLOODY HELL DON'T CARE IF YOU WON'T SHAG ME!" Harry raged into the night.
Just then Harry heard something behind him. He whirled about only to find a shy seventh year boy trying to sneak past the tempting Harry Potter.
"Uh. just strolling by. didn't mean to bother you." The young man was barely audible over Harry's ragged breaths.
Harry couldn't believe who it was. His heart stopped- who needed to breathe anyway? If this wasn't a sign, then what was?
Draco Malfoy stood a few feet away from Harry, achingly beautiful skin more luminescent than the moon itself. Coincidence? I think not. It was a sign, Harry was sure of it.
Harry suddenly didn't feel angry anymore. He let his body relax as he tried to put a reign over raw emotions.
He was alone. With Draco Malfoy.
Dirty little images started popping into his head of how he could make this situation to his advantage.
No. Harry thought.
Must. Not. Be. Sex. Depraved. Maniac.
Harry turned around, arms bracing the ledge. His head held back as he let out a little moan.
Draco felt very tense at that particular moment. Maybe because the last time Harry looked at him he was trying to seduce him! Draco shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Uncomfortable didn't begin to describe the situation.
The awkward silence continued to linger for a few more seconds before the blonde decided he better be on his way before Harry tried to pull one of his tricks.
"Well, I better be getting in. See you later. I guess."
Draco turned to leave.
Harry realized his sign was leaving. He needed to do something quick.
"Wait!" Harry shot his arm out and grabbed the others black shirt from behind.
Oh no, Draco thought. He's going to rape me! Better try to weasel my way out of this.
Draco stopped and slowly turned around, only to come face to face with Harry.
"I heard you were taking Hermoine to the Ball." The-Boy-Who-Wanted-To-Love- Draco gave him the one over.
"Yes. Yes I am. Why?" Draco stated firmly. He wasn't going to be intimidated by him any longer.
"Well, I was just curious. She better be good to you!" Harry couldn't believe what he just said, and rolled his eyes at his slip up, "I mean. You. You better be good to her!"
Harry stormed off. He was crumbling.
Draco stood there dumbfounded. Harry Potter had deteriorated before his very eyes.
Then the thought crept into Draco's mind.
A sensuous smile crept upon his face.
