Title: Slight Amusement
Author: Bemidia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Again, praying isn't helping.
Summary: Again very short. No angst this time. Slash
Notes: My plot bunnies have lost their minds.
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I think I'm going insane. This shouldn't be funny.
First... Harry starts watching Ron... I guess that's easy enough to explain. Sometime feelings change.
Then, in third year... Snape watched Professor Lupin like a hawk. It was only after I found out about their history that I understood. I know it's cliché but there really is a fine line between love and hate.
But this year Snape has started watching Harry. This is where I start questioning my sanity.
It's good to be me. No one really bothers me besides Malfoy, but even he's cut back this year (must be all the weight I lost during the summer). If I don't want to be noticed then I can avoid being seen. I've been privy to some of the most interesting conversations that way. After all, Harry and Dumbledore aren't the only ones going around this school invisible.
But even after weeks of observation I can't figure out why Snape's watching Harry. Maybe he's found out that Harry's obsessed with Ron, and feels some sort of sympathy or maybe he's just equating Harry's longing with his own. I kind of wish there was someone else I could talk to about this, but it's really best no one else knows. After all, if it gets out that Harry's in love with Ron it would ruin their friendship.
So I sit here on my bed knowing that Harry's not really sleeping. He was watching Ron's bed with the tenacity of a bulldog.
A glance at the clock tells me I'm already twenty minutes late. I slip out of bed knowing that Harry won't notice me.
I chuckle as I make my way out of Gryffindor Tower. If only they would talk to the people they were watching, watching wouldn't be the only thing they were doing.
As I watch that perfectly shaped eyebrow arch at my arrival I know that talking to my watcher was the best thing I could have done.
Wrapping my arms around his slender waist, I shake my head at the question in his eyes. Kissing Draco's lips, I can't help but find this amusing.
So it wasn't the weight I lost over the summer.
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R&R!
Author: Bemidia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Again, praying isn't helping.
Summary: Again very short. No angst this time. Slash
Notes: My plot bunnies have lost their minds.
***
I think I'm going insane. This shouldn't be funny.
First... Harry starts watching Ron... I guess that's easy enough to explain. Sometime feelings change.
Then, in third year... Snape watched Professor Lupin like a hawk. It was only after I found out about their history that I understood. I know it's cliché but there really is a fine line between love and hate.
But this year Snape has started watching Harry. This is where I start questioning my sanity.
It's good to be me. No one really bothers me besides Malfoy, but even he's cut back this year (must be all the weight I lost during the summer). If I don't want to be noticed then I can avoid being seen. I've been privy to some of the most interesting conversations that way. After all, Harry and Dumbledore aren't the only ones going around this school invisible.
But even after weeks of observation I can't figure out why Snape's watching Harry. Maybe he's found out that Harry's obsessed with Ron, and feels some sort of sympathy or maybe he's just equating Harry's longing with his own. I kind of wish there was someone else I could talk to about this, but it's really best no one else knows. After all, if it gets out that Harry's in love with Ron it would ruin their friendship.
So I sit here on my bed knowing that Harry's not really sleeping. He was watching Ron's bed with the tenacity of a bulldog.
A glance at the clock tells me I'm already twenty minutes late. I slip out of bed knowing that Harry won't notice me.
I chuckle as I make my way out of Gryffindor Tower. If only they would talk to the people they were watching, watching wouldn't be the only thing they were doing.
As I watch that perfectly shaped eyebrow arch at my arrival I know that talking to my watcher was the best thing I could have done.
Wrapping my arms around his slender waist, I shake my head at the question in his eyes. Kissing Draco's lips, I can't help but find this amusing.
So it wasn't the weight I lost over the summer.
***
R&R!