Disclaimer: You must all bow down to my mighty-ness. I am the great J.K. Rowling. / sarcasm
Yeah right, if that was the case, I wouldn't be writing such crappy stories; I'd be a billionaire living in a huge mansion in Ireland with two hot boys that look exactly like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy tied up in a bedroom somewhere. But alas, my child, that is not the case...unfortunately.
Note: Again, I have no idea why I'm posting it. It's not like it's actually any good. It doesn't flow or anything, but boredom can do many a things to one's mind...yep.
I started to write this on the bus to school one morning. Eh, you either like it or don't.
This is more slash-y (MALE/MALE snogging) than the first "chapter," I actually think it's more of a drabble or ficlet, but it's still H/D—Harry/Draco for those more dense than others.
Stuff in italics are the person's thoughts. It should help some... I am so not making any promises.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Bad attempt at writing ahead!
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Snogger: Part II
Harry Potter set off scouring the interior of Hogwarts for one blonde Slytherin. The note sent to Harry earlier in the day didn't give him a time or place to even meet the blonde, only for a 'yes' or 'no' answer. Harry took matters into his own hands this time, not caring what the other boy would think, just wanting, no, needing to seek him out and taste the forbidden lips that have always allured him with their scathing remarks, as weird as it may sound. As Harry rounded a corner, mind elsewhere in his thoughts, he ran straight into said Slytherin without even knowing it.
"Watch where you're going you stupid git!" Draco said, slowly standing and dusting off his robes.
Adjusting his glasses, Harry started, "Oh...um, sorry. Wasn't watching where I was going."
"Well that much was obvious," spat Draco, "next time wat—," he cut off when finally looking up, familiar smirk in place, seeing for the first time who it was that had run into him.
All was still.
Emerald gaze never wavering from steely silver.
Suddenly realizing that this is who he's been trying to get for days. Subtle gestures of non-animosity heated conversation along with the sharp, harsh remarks coming to an abrubt halt. Draco had finally realized he didn't 'hate' Potter, no Harry, anymore, that all this time it was an attraction covered by years of rejection and failure. His own insecurities masked by an outter hate. The facade he had built was tumbling down and all because he wanted something he couldn't have. This Golden Boy would be his for the taking. Thus why he decided to stop the subtle hints the Golden Boy obviously missed and get straight to the point by sending Harry a note. Simply to ask if he would or would not want to engage in some "extracurricular" activities with him. Draco smiled to himself at the thought of that.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the smile playing Malfoy's lips. Not sure what was going through the blonde's head, Harry spoke up.
"Malfoy, I got your note."
"Oh, did you?" was the saracastic reply.
"Yes, and I wanted to tell yo—"
Whatever Harry was planning on saying was abrubtly cut off when soft lips covered his own.
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(A few minutes before.)
Harry's POV
What is he doing? I don't like that look on his face. There's no telling what's going through his mind. Whatever it is, it can't be good.
Harry frantically thought of something to say but he finally just ended with...
"Malfoy, I got your note." That was so lame.
"Oh, did you?"
Sarcasm. One of his many great features, but was there a hint of something else there as well? Harry shrugged inwardly. May as well continue this little chat.
"Yes, and I wanted to tell yo—"
All thoughts were cut off as Draco firmly planted his lips on top of Harry's.
All Harry would do was kiss back. It's what he wanted wasn't it? A good snog with Malfoy in the hall? Sure it was.
And this is how they were found later on by a disgruntled Ron and a I-Told-You-So, yet slightly abashed, Hermione.
The End!
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Author's Note: Yeah, sorry to do that to you guys, this just wasn't working out. Just imagine a really heated, sloppy kiss that involves these two really hot boys. Ah, I hope you don't hate me too much, but I don't see why as this was a horrible attempt at writing anyway.
Author's Note 2: LOL! I really have nothing to say. I had the idea and I wrote it. It actually looks a lot longer on paper than when all typed up...hmmm... Not good in the slightest, but if you did like it, review for me. It makes me happy. ^_^
P.S. I actually think my notes and stuff are longer than the actual story...O_o.
Yeah right, if that was the case, I wouldn't be writing such crappy stories; I'd be a billionaire living in a huge mansion in Ireland with two hot boys that look exactly like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy tied up in a bedroom somewhere. But alas, my child, that is not the case...unfortunately.
Note: Again, I have no idea why I'm posting it. It's not like it's actually any good. It doesn't flow or anything, but boredom can do many a things to one's mind...yep.
I started to write this on the bus to school one morning. Eh, you either like it or don't.
This is more slash-y (MALE/MALE snogging) than the first "chapter," I actually think it's more of a drabble or ficlet, but it's still H/D—Harry/Draco for those more dense than others.
Stuff in italics are the person's thoughts. It should help some... I am so not making any promises.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Bad attempt at writing ahead!
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Harry Potter set off scouring the interior of Hogwarts for one blonde Slytherin. The note sent to Harry earlier in the day didn't give him a time or place to even meet the blonde, only for a 'yes' or 'no' answer. Harry took matters into his own hands this time, not caring what the other boy would think, just wanting, no, needing to seek him out and taste the forbidden lips that have always allured him with their scathing remarks, as weird as it may sound. As Harry rounded a corner, mind elsewhere in his thoughts, he ran straight into said Slytherin without even knowing it.
"Watch where you're going you stupid git!" Draco said, slowly standing and dusting off his robes.
Adjusting his glasses, Harry started, "Oh...um, sorry. Wasn't watching where I was going."
"Well that much was obvious," spat Draco, "next time wat—," he cut off when finally looking up, familiar smirk in place, seeing for the first time who it was that had run into him.
All was still.
Emerald gaze never wavering from steely silver.
Suddenly realizing that this is who he's been trying to get for days. Subtle gestures of non-animosity heated conversation along with the sharp, harsh remarks coming to an abrubt halt. Draco had finally realized he didn't 'hate' Potter, no Harry, anymore, that all this time it was an attraction covered by years of rejection and failure. His own insecurities masked by an outter hate. The facade he had built was tumbling down and all because he wanted something he couldn't have. This Golden Boy would be his for the taking. Thus why he decided to stop the subtle hints the Golden Boy obviously missed and get straight to the point by sending Harry a note. Simply to ask if he would or would not want to engage in some "extracurricular" activities with him. Draco smiled to himself at the thought of that.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the smile playing Malfoy's lips. Not sure what was going through the blonde's head, Harry spoke up.
"Malfoy, I got your note."
"Oh, did you?" was the saracastic reply.
"Yes, and I wanted to tell yo—"
Whatever Harry was planning on saying was abrubtly cut off when soft lips covered his own.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
(A few minutes before.)
Harry's POV
What is he doing? I don't like that look on his face. There's no telling what's going through his mind. Whatever it is, it can't be good.
Harry frantically thought of something to say but he finally just ended with...
"Malfoy, I got your note." That was so lame.
"Oh, did you?"
Sarcasm. One of his many great features, but was there a hint of something else there as well? Harry shrugged inwardly. May as well continue this little chat.
"Yes, and I wanted to tell yo—"
All thoughts were cut off as Draco firmly planted his lips on top of Harry's.
All Harry would do was kiss back. It's what he wanted wasn't it? A good snog with Malfoy in the hall? Sure it was.
And this is how they were found later on by a disgruntled Ron and a I-Told-You-So, yet slightly abashed, Hermione.
The End!
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Author's Note: Yeah, sorry to do that to you guys, this just wasn't working out. Just imagine a really heated, sloppy kiss that involves these two really hot boys. Ah, I hope you don't hate me too much, but I don't see why as this was a horrible attempt at writing anyway.
Author's Note 2: LOL! I really have nothing to say. I had the idea and I wrote it. It actually looks a lot longer on paper than when all typed up...hmmm... Not good in the slightest, but if you did like it, review for me. It makes me happy. ^_^
P.S. I actually think my notes and stuff are longer than the actual story...O_o.