At dinner Harry was languidly munching on a chocolate from the desert bowl.
The delicious chocolate wisps melting on his tongue and the soft caramel
filling making strings from his lips and down his chin when he pulled it
away. His tongue searching the golden strings out with a child like grin.
It was terribly fun.
Dracos eyes where riveted to the brown treat. The very bad, very forbidden treat. Filled with soft fatty badness. . . chocolates where clearly made by Satan himself. A sick ploy to destroy her thighs. Actually, most of the food in this place was of that variety, which was why she tended to eat as little as possible. Which was normally fine, but that chocolate looked especially nice.
Fatty. Badness. Get a grip woman!
She turned her head back to the table, eyes firmly riveted on the glass of water. Water was really just as nice as chocolate if one thought about it. The cool liquid actually managed to taste like fresh air. No other food could manage that. Water was. . . it was. . . it didn't really matter what water was. It was the only option available. Never mind that the half eaten treat with it's alluring insides was being brought closer to her lips. She shut her them firmly and shook her head in the negative. Clearly Harry had gone mad, forgotten those lovely thin legs and tiny little tummy. Chocolate just did not help such necessary things.
"Coooooorrrrryyyyyyyy. . . do you want a bite of the chocolate?" Harrys words were filled with a sing song mirth, the last word voiced with a lust filled groan. She would resist! Shaking her head again she lifted the water to her lips. Nice, cool, healthy, bland water. Water was safe.
Chuckling slightly as her visible distress, the raven haired boy popped the treat into his mouth and swallows with a dramatic gulp. A lone string of caramel still resting on his bottom lip.
"To late now!" he exclaimed. Smiling at her. . . drawing her eyes to that golden string of sugary goodness. It was barely a milligram. Just this once. . .
A lone manicured hand flew from the blonds side to clamp around the startled boys head as she brought him in for a searing kiss. Just the hint of caramel picked up by a pink tongue on it's way in.
The rest of the table was quite a show too.
Ron was drooling visibly. His goddess was so exquisite, her movements just as erotic with Harry as they would be should they be aimed towards himself. His blue eyes where riveted to the battling tongues. Hermoine slapped him in the head when he wiggled his head slightly, pretending he could feel those velvety lips. He imagined they would feel like rose petals. A small moan left his throat. The divine being had told him to never touch her again, after an incident in potions where he had accidentally spilled willow leaves down her shirt and had graciously tried to recover them form the warm depths. He would prove his worth by with holding back until she was suitably impressed and allowed him further access.
Next to the red head sat Seamus Finnegan. In love. He delved his hand into the nearest bowl of desert, rubbing anything he could grab all over his face. . . clearly she liked licking it off. It would no doubt impress her that he had taken the incentive to prepare for the tongue bathing. He was totally unaware of the ice cream now smeared in his hair, the chocolate bowl being centimetres away from his misplaced hand as he watched with growing appreciation for his darling one. On second thought, there where other places she might like to lick too. . . he quickly plunged a handful of the cold substance down his pants and screamed bloody murder when the shock of sudden frost bite took hold. That was not chocolate!
On the other side of Draco, Dean Thomas sat diligently drawing the view he had of the princess. The leg next to him was edging upwards to nudge at boy wonder, her short shirt revealing the top of thigh high stockings. His sketch was solely of that lovely leg, he was building a collection of them for her. All these other silly boys where trying to woo his princess with trinkets and adoring eyes. He would present her with a book of his sketches and she would no doubt be impressed with his talent. . . only every time he went to place then in a draw for collection something seemed to happen to his mind and he would suddenly throw the picture away. Right then Dean couldn't remember why, it always seemed important not to draw another one, until the princess showed herself again and then the plan made sense. He must remember why the drawing was important. He must focus!
Finally, across from the kissing pair sat a bushy haired girl, glowering and glaring for all her worth. She let out a polite caught to get their attention and when that failed threw her hands up in frustration and decided to leave.
Every male eye in the hall, bar the headmaster, Professor Snape, and one very flaming Blaise Zabini still fixed on the snogging pair.
The next day Hermoine decided it was time to visit her best friend. Harry clearly needed their support. It had to be terrible being locked up with Malfoy. Unaffected by the charms, Harry would see through her (no doubt magically induced) eating disorder looks. Who wanted an anorexic anyway? If anyone had asked Hermoine she would have told them the blond was by far too thin, and therefore greatly unattractive.
Making her way to the private rooms to comfort her friend, a complaining Ron in tow, the Much-Smarter-Then-That-Veela girl started to fume. Surely Harry needed them. But her red headed friend didn't seem to agree. "Moine! I don't want to go! You've seen how I act! It's soooo embarrassing!" his whining voice echoing slightly in the empty corridor. Hermoine huffed and turned to explain in a very slow voice to her friend, yet again that "Harry needs us! You can't abandon him to that Succubus! If you where locked away with Malfoy wouldn't you want your friends to stand by you?"
The Weasley seemed to grow paler at the mere idea. God only knew what he'd do if he where left alone with her! Things where embarrassing enough as they where. He ascended and followed her fast pace.
Once at the door the girl gave a loud rap and stood back, stealing herself in case the blood answered. She was shocked, to say the least, when a messier then usual-haired boy opened the door, eyes still fixed inside the room, and shirt front open to the world. Draco could be heard within, singing in a very strange way.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt! To sexy for my shirt! So sexy it hurts!"
Suddenly what looked like a white blouse flew into Harrys chest, the green eyes boy turning to his guests only for a few second and rushing out his words, "Hey guys! Is there something you needed?" Throwing the shirt quickly behind the still half closed door fast and pretending it hadn't flown at him.
Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the continued singing within, Hermoine attempted to make eye contact with Harry to explain she was there to help him through this trying time. "Harry. We came to visit you. . ." She was interrupted though from within and had to pause as the boy turned back to look within for the next chorus,
"I'm too sexy for my skirt! Too sexy for my Skirt! So sexy it hurts!"
The pleated garment went flying into Harrys face and he pulled it off with a nervous giggle and hid it behind his back, tuning to speak to Hermoine. "What was that?"
But before he'd even finished his question he was sneaking glances back inside. Hermoine nudged Ron in the side with her elbow and the red head stepped forward (careful to make sure he could not see inside) and tried to get his best friends attention. "Harry, we know this must be difficult for you. So we've come to visit and support you."
But Harry was only half paying attention. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan at the Veelas acrobatics and spoke to Ron without looking at the red head at all. "What's difficult?"
The next verse began before Ron could continue,
"I'm to sexy for my bra! Too sexy for my bra! To sexy by far!"
The offending garment suddenly flung itself to hang from Harrys ear, and just as Hermoine opened her mouth to try once again to reason with her friend, he suddenly burst out "Guys, I love you. Your great! But I've really gotta go! I'll see you later!"
And with that he closed the door in their stunned faces. A startled and girly giggle making it's way through the wood before a very excited Veela moaned out quite loudly "OH YES! HARRY! RIGHT THERE!"
The two Gryffindors turned tail and admitted defeat. The blushing prefect admitting to herself that perhaps this wasn't as hard for Harry as she had thought. Though she would never say that out loud.
Dracos eyes where riveted to the brown treat. The very bad, very forbidden treat. Filled with soft fatty badness. . . chocolates where clearly made by Satan himself. A sick ploy to destroy her thighs. Actually, most of the food in this place was of that variety, which was why she tended to eat as little as possible. Which was normally fine, but that chocolate looked especially nice.
Fatty. Badness. Get a grip woman!
She turned her head back to the table, eyes firmly riveted on the glass of water. Water was really just as nice as chocolate if one thought about it. The cool liquid actually managed to taste like fresh air. No other food could manage that. Water was. . . it was. . . it didn't really matter what water was. It was the only option available. Never mind that the half eaten treat with it's alluring insides was being brought closer to her lips. She shut her them firmly and shook her head in the negative. Clearly Harry had gone mad, forgotten those lovely thin legs and tiny little tummy. Chocolate just did not help such necessary things.
"Coooooorrrrryyyyyyyy. . . do you want a bite of the chocolate?" Harrys words were filled with a sing song mirth, the last word voiced with a lust filled groan. She would resist! Shaking her head again she lifted the water to her lips. Nice, cool, healthy, bland water. Water was safe.
Chuckling slightly as her visible distress, the raven haired boy popped the treat into his mouth and swallows with a dramatic gulp. A lone string of caramel still resting on his bottom lip.
"To late now!" he exclaimed. Smiling at her. . . drawing her eyes to that golden string of sugary goodness. It was barely a milligram. Just this once. . .
A lone manicured hand flew from the blonds side to clamp around the startled boys head as she brought him in for a searing kiss. Just the hint of caramel picked up by a pink tongue on it's way in.
The rest of the table was quite a show too.
Ron was drooling visibly. His goddess was so exquisite, her movements just as erotic with Harry as they would be should they be aimed towards himself. His blue eyes where riveted to the battling tongues. Hermoine slapped him in the head when he wiggled his head slightly, pretending he could feel those velvety lips. He imagined they would feel like rose petals. A small moan left his throat. The divine being had told him to never touch her again, after an incident in potions where he had accidentally spilled willow leaves down her shirt and had graciously tried to recover them form the warm depths. He would prove his worth by with holding back until she was suitably impressed and allowed him further access.
Next to the red head sat Seamus Finnegan. In love. He delved his hand into the nearest bowl of desert, rubbing anything he could grab all over his face. . . clearly she liked licking it off. It would no doubt impress her that he had taken the incentive to prepare for the tongue bathing. He was totally unaware of the ice cream now smeared in his hair, the chocolate bowl being centimetres away from his misplaced hand as he watched with growing appreciation for his darling one. On second thought, there where other places she might like to lick too. . . he quickly plunged a handful of the cold substance down his pants and screamed bloody murder when the shock of sudden frost bite took hold. That was not chocolate!
On the other side of Draco, Dean Thomas sat diligently drawing the view he had of the princess. The leg next to him was edging upwards to nudge at boy wonder, her short shirt revealing the top of thigh high stockings. His sketch was solely of that lovely leg, he was building a collection of them for her. All these other silly boys where trying to woo his princess with trinkets and adoring eyes. He would present her with a book of his sketches and she would no doubt be impressed with his talent. . . only every time he went to place then in a draw for collection something seemed to happen to his mind and he would suddenly throw the picture away. Right then Dean couldn't remember why, it always seemed important not to draw another one, until the princess showed herself again and then the plan made sense. He must remember why the drawing was important. He must focus!
Finally, across from the kissing pair sat a bushy haired girl, glowering and glaring for all her worth. She let out a polite caught to get their attention and when that failed threw her hands up in frustration and decided to leave.
Every male eye in the hall, bar the headmaster, Professor Snape, and one very flaming Blaise Zabini still fixed on the snogging pair.
The next day Hermoine decided it was time to visit her best friend. Harry clearly needed their support. It had to be terrible being locked up with Malfoy. Unaffected by the charms, Harry would see through her (no doubt magically induced) eating disorder looks. Who wanted an anorexic anyway? If anyone had asked Hermoine she would have told them the blond was by far too thin, and therefore greatly unattractive.
Making her way to the private rooms to comfort her friend, a complaining Ron in tow, the Much-Smarter-Then-That-Veela girl started to fume. Surely Harry needed them. But her red headed friend didn't seem to agree. "Moine! I don't want to go! You've seen how I act! It's soooo embarrassing!" his whining voice echoing slightly in the empty corridor. Hermoine huffed and turned to explain in a very slow voice to her friend, yet again that "Harry needs us! You can't abandon him to that Succubus! If you where locked away with Malfoy wouldn't you want your friends to stand by you?"
The Weasley seemed to grow paler at the mere idea. God only knew what he'd do if he where left alone with her! Things where embarrassing enough as they where. He ascended and followed her fast pace.
Once at the door the girl gave a loud rap and stood back, stealing herself in case the blood answered. She was shocked, to say the least, when a messier then usual-haired boy opened the door, eyes still fixed inside the room, and shirt front open to the world. Draco could be heard within, singing in a very strange way.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt! To sexy for my shirt! So sexy it hurts!"
Suddenly what looked like a white blouse flew into Harrys chest, the green eyes boy turning to his guests only for a few second and rushing out his words, "Hey guys! Is there something you needed?" Throwing the shirt quickly behind the still half closed door fast and pretending it hadn't flown at him.
Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the continued singing within, Hermoine attempted to make eye contact with Harry to explain she was there to help him through this trying time. "Harry. We came to visit you. . ." She was interrupted though from within and had to pause as the boy turned back to look within for the next chorus,
"I'm too sexy for my skirt! Too sexy for my Skirt! So sexy it hurts!"
The pleated garment went flying into Harrys face and he pulled it off with a nervous giggle and hid it behind his back, tuning to speak to Hermoine. "What was that?"
But before he'd even finished his question he was sneaking glances back inside. Hermoine nudged Ron in the side with her elbow and the red head stepped forward (careful to make sure he could not see inside) and tried to get his best friends attention. "Harry, we know this must be difficult for you. So we've come to visit and support you."
But Harry was only half paying attention. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan at the Veelas acrobatics and spoke to Ron without looking at the red head at all. "What's difficult?"
The next verse began before Ron could continue,
"I'm to sexy for my bra! Too sexy for my bra! To sexy by far!"
The offending garment suddenly flung itself to hang from Harrys ear, and just as Hermoine opened her mouth to try once again to reason with her friend, he suddenly burst out "Guys, I love you. Your great! But I've really gotta go! I'll see you later!"
And with that he closed the door in their stunned faces. A startled and girly giggle making it's way through the wood before a very excited Veela moaned out quite loudly "OH YES! HARRY! RIGHT THERE!"
The two Gryffindors turned tail and admitted defeat. The blushing prefect admitting to herself that perhaps this wasn't as hard for Harry as she had thought. Though she would never say that out loud.
