Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Ninth holiday: Bonfire Night!!
A/N: I know I usually update every Friday, but yesterday was Halloween, so I figured everyone would be too busy to read. Plus I just got out of a week of three tests and a paper proposal, so I was kind of tired. But here it is, the next installment!
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Holiday 9: Bonfire Night
Rated: PG-13
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Grumbling under his breath, Harry Potter skulked around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. "It's a damned forest. How hard could it be to find some fallen branches?" he growled in annoyance.
Out of his group, he still didn't know how he was nominated to find more firewood. He assumed everyone else was too scared to get near the Forest. Harry couldn't blame them, but he cursed them thoroughly because he was having no luck. "Where the hell are those bloody branches?"
"Aww, is poor little Harry Potter having trouble finding wood in a forest?"
Harry didn't even have to look up; he recognized the owner's voice. "Sod off, Malfoy."
Throwing a smirk at Harry's back, Draco Malfoy crunched through the crackling leaves until he faced the Gryffindor. "Great comeback, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes, clutching tightly in his fist the few twigs he had managed to find. "Is there something you wanted?"
Throwing a pointed glance at Harry, Draco's face once again took on a mask of haughtiness. "The Slytherin bonfire will be superior to your puny Gryffindork bonfire."
Snorting, Harry went back to searching the ground. "Dream on, Malfoy. You're going down."
"Don't you wish," Draco sniffed disdainfully before disappearing in the other direction.
"He thinks he'll beat me out? I don't think so." With a renewed spirit, Harry continued on his search.
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Twenty minutes and an armload of kindling later, Harry returned to the group of Gryffindors and dumped the branches on their already large pile.
"This year we're going to win," Dean Thomas declared confidently.
"We have to defend our title, don't we?" Lavender Brown said with determination as she stacked the wood up unto a pyramid. Normally she wasn't one to get dirty, but Bonfire Night was an exception, especially since Dumbledore implemented a contest last year awarding one hundred points to the House who made the biggest and most impressive bonfire. It was all safety controlled, of course, and only sixth and seventh years were allowed to participate.
"That we do," Harry agreed as he glanced across the way to the Slytherins. Draco was standing off to the side, pointing and barking out orders. Then he turned and met Harry's gaze. Surprise flashed across his face before he smirked, then went back to instructing his group.
Taking the lead, Harry began assigning where to put what so that when their bonfire was finally lit, it would reach maximum effectiveness. There was no way Slytherin's bonfire would be better! "We have only ten minutes, so everyone snap it up! It looks great so far!"
As a chilly breeze wafted over them, Harry shivered. He moved to pull his knit cap down further over his ears, but his hands touched his hair. Patting the top of his head, Harry found that his cap was gone. He must have dropped it in the Forest and not noticed. "Guys, I'll be right back," he called to them before jogging off toward the Forest.
After a few minutes of searching the ground, he still hadn't found his cap. He was about to give up when a voice from behind drawled, "Looking for this?"
Harry whirled around to see Draco leering at him, the lost knit cap in his hands. "As a matter of fact, I am. Give it here." He held out his hand, chilly fingers trembling slightly. When Draco made no move to hand over the cap, Harry sighed impatiently and said, "Give me the bloody cap. It's cold out here."
One eyebrow raising delicately, Draco answered, "There are other ways to get warm, you know."
Did Harry actually hear that? He blanched, at a complete loss for words. What was he supposed to say after Draco made such a blatantly sexual comment? "I'm not looking for you to warm me up, Malfoy."
"Why, Potter, I was suggesting you use a scarf and gloves. Where exactly is *your* mind at?" Draco asked seemingly innocently, eyes glinting.
Feeling his face flush, Harry stepped forward and snatched his face from Draco. Give me that," he said irritably before stomping off, slamming the cap on his head.
Laughing, Draco called after him," Come on, Potter, light my fire."
Ignoring the blonde, Harry walked stiffly back to his fellow Gryffindors, who were busy bustling about with last-minute adjustments. Standing off to the side, Harry's mind was reeling over the bizarre exchange with Draco. Had the blonde found out about Harry's feelings for him? No, he couldn't have. The only people who knew were Hermione and Ron, and they would never tell anyone. Perhaps, then... the Slytherin may also have some hidden feelings?
He once again glanced over to the group of Slytherins. This time, his eyes met liquid steel. Draco had apparently been staring at him, making no effort to avert his gaze. Harry must have looked confused because a moment later the corners of Draco's mouth curled upward in a brief yet genuine smile before he turned away.
Harry blinked, even more lost than before. Was Draco trying to distract him from the task at hand? Because it was definitely working. Shrugging it off, he joined his group and began helping with the finishing touches.
A few minutes later Dumbledore's voice boomed out, "Time's up! Would everyone please step away from their bonfires?" He waited for everyone to do so, then continued. "I see four great bonfires tonight, each impressive in its own right. No doubt they will be spectacular once lit by your head of House."
He beamed at each group. "I am extremely impressed by the way all Houses are making an effort to get along." Harry could've sworn Dumbledore was looking at him when he said that. "It is important for us to remember to keep civilities at a maximum so as to keep conflict at a minimum. After all, we can always use Guy Fawkes as an example. Had he not been a squib, he might have done more serious damage than just attempting to blow up the Parliament building so many years ago." His eyes took on that familiar twinkle. "That is why we celebrate this night, to bring everyone together."
"That, and to beat the Slytherins," Seamus Finnigan joked under his breath, earning a few snorts of muffled laughter from the other Gryffindors.
"Now then, would the heads of each House please be at the ready?"
The Gryffindors made room for Professor McGonagall to approach their bonfire, her wand out.
"On my word," Dumbledore commanded. After a pause he said, "Now."
Everyone watched as their respective bonfires were lit. The flames started at the bottom, then quickly consumed the brittle branches and blazed spectacularly toward the night sky.
Rounding the bonfire to an unoccupied space, Harry pulled his cap down further and raised his hands to warm them in the billowing heat.
"Still cold?"
Harry sighed, not turning around.
Standing beside him, Draco said conversationally, "There are other ways to warm up, you know."
"I don't have any gloves or anything, Malfoy."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about that," he answered as he grabbed an unsuspecting Harry and pulled him so that their bodies were flat against each other. Before Harry could question him, Draco leaned in and captured Harry's lips with his own.
Instantly responding, Harry eagerly fell deeper and deeper into the kiss, lips searing from the raw passion they were both offering the other. As their mouths met over and over again, their hands found each other and twined together, tightly squeezing in an attempt to restore warmth.
Harry briefly thought he heard Dumbledore announce Gryffindor's win, followed by loud cheering, but he really wasn't paying that much attention to the background noise. Even as the fireworks began to explode in the sky, he paid them no mind. He was too entranced by the blonde in his arms, the one that was clutching his hands in a viselike grip and claiming Harry's mouth as his own, which Harry gave willingly.
As Draco pulled back, he pressed his warm lips to Harry's neck, biting down slightly before nuzzling the skin at the curve of Harry's jaw.
Grinning, Harry teased, "Who's lighting whose fire now?"
Draco's mouth curled into a smile against Harry's neck. "Forget the fire. It's an inferno now," he answered before claiming Harry's lips once again to emphasize his point.
Harry couldn't agree more.
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I apologize if I messed up any details about the actual Guy Fawkes ordeal. I threw in that squib part just for a kick. If anyone is offended, well, I didn't mean for it to be offensive. Hey, did anyone catch my Doors reference? I so had to throw it in there. Well, I hope everyone liked this holiday! I'll try my hardest to have the next one up in time. This week I have a Population test, and I still have to work on my Piano piece, so it's busy busy for me. Anyway, please review! They really do make my day. And at this rate, I could use a nice pick-me-up. I love you guys!
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Ninth holiday: Bonfire Night!!
A/N: I know I usually update every Friday, but yesterday was Halloween, so I figured everyone would be too busy to read. Plus I just got out of a week of three tests and a paper proposal, so I was kind of tired. But here it is, the next installment!
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Holiday 9: Bonfire Night
Rated: PG-13
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Grumbling under his breath, Harry Potter skulked around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. "It's a damned forest. How hard could it be to find some fallen branches?" he growled in annoyance.
Out of his group, he still didn't know how he was nominated to find more firewood. He assumed everyone else was too scared to get near the Forest. Harry couldn't blame them, but he cursed them thoroughly because he was having no luck. "Where the hell are those bloody branches?"
"Aww, is poor little Harry Potter having trouble finding wood in a forest?"
Harry didn't even have to look up; he recognized the owner's voice. "Sod off, Malfoy."
Throwing a smirk at Harry's back, Draco Malfoy crunched through the crackling leaves until he faced the Gryffindor. "Great comeback, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes, clutching tightly in his fist the few twigs he had managed to find. "Is there something you wanted?"
Throwing a pointed glance at Harry, Draco's face once again took on a mask of haughtiness. "The Slytherin bonfire will be superior to your puny Gryffindork bonfire."
Snorting, Harry went back to searching the ground. "Dream on, Malfoy. You're going down."
"Don't you wish," Draco sniffed disdainfully before disappearing in the other direction.
"He thinks he'll beat me out? I don't think so." With a renewed spirit, Harry continued on his search.
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Twenty minutes and an armload of kindling later, Harry returned to the group of Gryffindors and dumped the branches on their already large pile.
"This year we're going to win," Dean Thomas declared confidently.
"We have to defend our title, don't we?" Lavender Brown said with determination as she stacked the wood up unto a pyramid. Normally she wasn't one to get dirty, but Bonfire Night was an exception, especially since Dumbledore implemented a contest last year awarding one hundred points to the House who made the biggest and most impressive bonfire. It was all safety controlled, of course, and only sixth and seventh years were allowed to participate.
"That we do," Harry agreed as he glanced across the way to the Slytherins. Draco was standing off to the side, pointing and barking out orders. Then he turned and met Harry's gaze. Surprise flashed across his face before he smirked, then went back to instructing his group.
Taking the lead, Harry began assigning where to put what so that when their bonfire was finally lit, it would reach maximum effectiveness. There was no way Slytherin's bonfire would be better! "We have only ten minutes, so everyone snap it up! It looks great so far!"
As a chilly breeze wafted over them, Harry shivered. He moved to pull his knit cap down further over his ears, but his hands touched his hair. Patting the top of his head, Harry found that his cap was gone. He must have dropped it in the Forest and not noticed. "Guys, I'll be right back," he called to them before jogging off toward the Forest.
After a few minutes of searching the ground, he still hadn't found his cap. He was about to give up when a voice from behind drawled, "Looking for this?"
Harry whirled around to see Draco leering at him, the lost knit cap in his hands. "As a matter of fact, I am. Give it here." He held out his hand, chilly fingers trembling slightly. When Draco made no move to hand over the cap, Harry sighed impatiently and said, "Give me the bloody cap. It's cold out here."
One eyebrow raising delicately, Draco answered, "There are other ways to get warm, you know."
Did Harry actually hear that? He blanched, at a complete loss for words. What was he supposed to say after Draco made such a blatantly sexual comment? "I'm not looking for you to warm me up, Malfoy."
"Why, Potter, I was suggesting you use a scarf and gloves. Where exactly is *your* mind at?" Draco asked seemingly innocently, eyes glinting.
Feeling his face flush, Harry stepped forward and snatched his face from Draco. Give me that," he said irritably before stomping off, slamming the cap on his head.
Laughing, Draco called after him," Come on, Potter, light my fire."
Ignoring the blonde, Harry walked stiffly back to his fellow Gryffindors, who were busy bustling about with last-minute adjustments. Standing off to the side, Harry's mind was reeling over the bizarre exchange with Draco. Had the blonde found out about Harry's feelings for him? No, he couldn't have. The only people who knew were Hermione and Ron, and they would never tell anyone. Perhaps, then... the Slytherin may also have some hidden feelings?
He once again glanced over to the group of Slytherins. This time, his eyes met liquid steel. Draco had apparently been staring at him, making no effort to avert his gaze. Harry must have looked confused because a moment later the corners of Draco's mouth curled upward in a brief yet genuine smile before he turned away.
Harry blinked, even more lost than before. Was Draco trying to distract him from the task at hand? Because it was definitely working. Shrugging it off, he joined his group and began helping with the finishing touches.
A few minutes later Dumbledore's voice boomed out, "Time's up! Would everyone please step away from their bonfires?" He waited for everyone to do so, then continued. "I see four great bonfires tonight, each impressive in its own right. No doubt they will be spectacular once lit by your head of House."
He beamed at each group. "I am extremely impressed by the way all Houses are making an effort to get along." Harry could've sworn Dumbledore was looking at him when he said that. "It is important for us to remember to keep civilities at a maximum so as to keep conflict at a minimum. After all, we can always use Guy Fawkes as an example. Had he not been a squib, he might have done more serious damage than just attempting to blow up the Parliament building so many years ago." His eyes took on that familiar twinkle. "That is why we celebrate this night, to bring everyone together."
"That, and to beat the Slytherins," Seamus Finnigan joked under his breath, earning a few snorts of muffled laughter from the other Gryffindors.
"Now then, would the heads of each House please be at the ready?"
The Gryffindors made room for Professor McGonagall to approach their bonfire, her wand out.
"On my word," Dumbledore commanded. After a pause he said, "Now."
Everyone watched as their respective bonfires were lit. The flames started at the bottom, then quickly consumed the brittle branches and blazed spectacularly toward the night sky.
Rounding the bonfire to an unoccupied space, Harry pulled his cap down further and raised his hands to warm them in the billowing heat.
"Still cold?"
Harry sighed, not turning around.
Standing beside him, Draco said conversationally, "There are other ways to warm up, you know."
"I don't have any gloves or anything, Malfoy."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about that," he answered as he grabbed an unsuspecting Harry and pulled him so that their bodies were flat against each other. Before Harry could question him, Draco leaned in and captured Harry's lips with his own.
Instantly responding, Harry eagerly fell deeper and deeper into the kiss, lips searing from the raw passion they were both offering the other. As their mouths met over and over again, their hands found each other and twined together, tightly squeezing in an attempt to restore warmth.
Harry briefly thought he heard Dumbledore announce Gryffindor's win, followed by loud cheering, but he really wasn't paying that much attention to the background noise. Even as the fireworks began to explode in the sky, he paid them no mind. He was too entranced by the blonde in his arms, the one that was clutching his hands in a viselike grip and claiming Harry's mouth as his own, which Harry gave willingly.
As Draco pulled back, he pressed his warm lips to Harry's neck, biting down slightly before nuzzling the skin at the curve of Harry's jaw.
Grinning, Harry teased, "Who's lighting whose fire now?"
Draco's mouth curled into a smile against Harry's neck. "Forget the fire. It's an inferno now," he answered before claiming Harry's lips once again to emphasize his point.
Harry couldn't agree more.
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I apologize if I messed up any details about the actual Guy Fawkes ordeal. I threw in that squib part just for a kick. If anyone is offended, well, I didn't mean for it to be offensive. Hey, did anyone catch my Doors reference? I so had to throw it in there. Well, I hope everyone liked this holiday! I'll try my hardest to have the next one up in time. This week I have a Population test, and I still have to work on my Piano piece, so it's busy busy for me. Anyway, please review! They really do make my day. And at this rate, I could use a nice pick-me-up. I love you guys!
