Disclaimer: don't own, if did there'd be a lot of drag queens running
around. Oh, and this will be slash so you have been warned.
Note this was a contest thing I did for Kn.O.T.S.S. (knights of the square stools) my fellow knights really liked it and demanded I put it up so yeah. I should note that I am not a Harry and Draco fan, that's Totchii's department, I am more of a Snape and Harry fan. But well you know how things go when you're with Totchii... or do you... never mind. Totchii (a fellow knight) did the typing for me. I suzk at typing.
Math For Real People
"Now if everyone would please turn to page 499 in their math books and start on problem 43.) x + 2y = 0 , x + z = 2, y - 3z = 7. As you can see, this problem easily lends itself to galvanizing. So, let us set upon the matrices 1 2 0 0 , 1 0 0 2 , 0 1 -3 7. As you can see, the first step is already done for you. Keep working people!...Do you have the answer yet?...You should be finished by now!"
Math with Sister Eve was a nightmare. She gave students all of ten seconds to do the problems and expected an answer. Harry hated sitting through it, but luckily, she never checked homework and only counted tests, and once every two months, a worksheet. Harry did really well in her class, but others weren't so lucky.
"Sister Eve, slow down, you're going to fast, where did the negative three come from?" asked Draco in an extremely pathetic voice. Draco was Harry's boyfriend. They had been secretly going out for almost a year now. Draco and Harry's friends didn't really get along, so they hadn't quite gotten to telling them. Harry's friends didn't even know he was gay yet.
"Sister Eve," whined Ron, Harry's best friend, "you never explain things and you keep skipping steps!"
Hermione, Harry's other best friend, sighed, rolled her eyes, and then smiled at Harry. Harry and Hermione were two of the best students in the class, Hermione because she did all the homework and class work and met with the teacher for study hall and Harry because he had a really really good calculator.
The class bumbled on for another killer thirty minutes, with Ron looking very confused, Hermione taking copious notes, and Harry doodling and dreaming about Draco.
***RING***
'Yes!' Harry almost shouted out loud. This was the longest point until more math! Twenty-three math free hours!!!!
Math was luckily the last class of the day, so after a quick trip to the locker, he met Ron and Hermione by the trophy case to walk home. Today Neville was with them, he was Hermione's Chem. lab partner, a bumbling klutz. Not an idiot, just a klutz. He constantly messed up the experiments and so, was now, exiled to only working on the lab report, while Hermione did the experiments. Ginny, Ron's little sister, walked home with them usually, but today she had cheerleading practice. At fifteen, she was the youngest girl to ever make captain.
While they were old enough to have cars, they all walked home. Hermione would rather save the money for college, Ron folks had too many kids to get them all cars, and would you trust Neville behind a wheel?
The walk was a nice one too. Hermione's house was the closest to school, a mere two and a half blocks away and Ron's was only on the next block over. Harry lived another four blocks over and had a rather long walk, but Harry didn't really mind. He took his time and walked slowly to his house.
Harry sadly was an orphan. According to his aunt and uncle, a crack baby. His mother was said to be a crack whore and his father a three-legged midget. But he didn't really believe that, since his aunt and uncle were always saying things.
Harry lived in a little basement room. His aunt made him clean every week and cook dinner for the family three times a week when she went to bridge. Harry didn't mind so much, but all the work made him really appreciate his free time, so why should he waste it doing homework?
When he got home, he went around back to the cellar door; tonight wasn't a bridge night and he didn't want to see his aunt if he could avoid it. In his room, he saw a note had been slipped under his window, one of those little basement windows that was at ground level with the outside. Harry always left the window open just a crack that was how Draco and he set up late night rendezvous. Draco lived a block away from Harry, but had car; his parents were rich.
Harry collected the note and sat down on his old double bed.
Dear H,
Need to see you, 11:30, our gazebo.
D.
Harry sighed and laid down on his bed. 'I wonder what's up?', he thought. The note was more urgent than usual. Harry sighed again and went about tidying his room.
Note this was a contest thing I did for Kn.O.T.S.S. (knights of the square stools) my fellow knights really liked it and demanded I put it up so yeah. I should note that I am not a Harry and Draco fan, that's Totchii's department, I am more of a Snape and Harry fan. But well you know how things go when you're with Totchii... or do you... never mind. Totchii (a fellow knight) did the typing for me. I suzk at typing.
Math For Real People
"Now if everyone would please turn to page 499 in their math books and start on problem 43.) x + 2y = 0 , x + z = 2, y - 3z = 7. As you can see, this problem easily lends itself to galvanizing. So, let us set upon the matrices 1 2 0 0 , 1 0 0 2 , 0 1 -3 7. As you can see, the first step is already done for you. Keep working people!...Do you have the answer yet?...You should be finished by now!"
Math with Sister Eve was a nightmare. She gave students all of ten seconds to do the problems and expected an answer. Harry hated sitting through it, but luckily, she never checked homework and only counted tests, and once every two months, a worksheet. Harry did really well in her class, but others weren't so lucky.
"Sister Eve, slow down, you're going to fast, where did the negative three come from?" asked Draco in an extremely pathetic voice. Draco was Harry's boyfriend. They had been secretly going out for almost a year now. Draco and Harry's friends didn't really get along, so they hadn't quite gotten to telling them. Harry's friends didn't even know he was gay yet.
"Sister Eve," whined Ron, Harry's best friend, "you never explain things and you keep skipping steps!"
Hermione, Harry's other best friend, sighed, rolled her eyes, and then smiled at Harry. Harry and Hermione were two of the best students in the class, Hermione because she did all the homework and class work and met with the teacher for study hall and Harry because he had a really really good calculator.
The class bumbled on for another killer thirty minutes, with Ron looking very confused, Hermione taking copious notes, and Harry doodling and dreaming about Draco.
***RING***
'Yes!' Harry almost shouted out loud. This was the longest point until more math! Twenty-three math free hours!!!!
Math was luckily the last class of the day, so after a quick trip to the locker, he met Ron and Hermione by the trophy case to walk home. Today Neville was with them, he was Hermione's Chem. lab partner, a bumbling klutz. Not an idiot, just a klutz. He constantly messed up the experiments and so, was now, exiled to only working on the lab report, while Hermione did the experiments. Ginny, Ron's little sister, walked home with them usually, but today she had cheerleading practice. At fifteen, she was the youngest girl to ever make captain.
While they were old enough to have cars, they all walked home. Hermione would rather save the money for college, Ron folks had too many kids to get them all cars, and would you trust Neville behind a wheel?
The walk was a nice one too. Hermione's house was the closest to school, a mere two and a half blocks away and Ron's was only on the next block over. Harry lived another four blocks over and had a rather long walk, but Harry didn't really mind. He took his time and walked slowly to his house.
Harry sadly was an orphan. According to his aunt and uncle, a crack baby. His mother was said to be a crack whore and his father a three-legged midget. But he didn't really believe that, since his aunt and uncle were always saying things.
Harry lived in a little basement room. His aunt made him clean every week and cook dinner for the family three times a week when she went to bridge. Harry didn't mind so much, but all the work made him really appreciate his free time, so why should he waste it doing homework?
When he got home, he went around back to the cellar door; tonight wasn't a bridge night and he didn't want to see his aunt if he could avoid it. In his room, he saw a note had been slipped under his window, one of those little basement windows that was at ground level with the outside. Harry always left the window open just a crack that was how Draco and he set up late night rendezvous. Draco lived a block away from Harry, but had car; his parents were rich.
Harry collected the note and sat down on his old double bed.
Dear H,
Need to see you, 11:30, our gazebo.
D.
Harry sighed and laid down on his bed. 'I wonder what's up?', he thought. The note was more urgent than usual. Harry sighed again and went about tidying his room.