Title: Kiss Me!
Author: Tine.
Summary: A confundus charm gone wrong.
Rating: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry all the way!
Hey! Wow, I've missed you people so much! I hope you haven't given up on this story, because I can assure you I'm still writing it. Albeit slowly, I am still at it. And to make up for the delay, here's a slightly longer chapter for you. This is definitely dedicated to LadyDoncaster, who's immaculate review left me starry-eyed and giggling. Please review, everyone! Thanks will be in the next chapter.
***ENJOY!***
"Maybe we could put a spell on them? Every time they see each other they shag uncontrollably!" Hermione smiled at that, and looked up from her book.
"How would that be any different from how they usually are?" Pansy hunched in defeat.
"Good point. It has to be more than that. What if we made it so that they can't kiss when they see each other?" Pansy offered, looking typically evil.
"That's just mean. Besides, how would we get our kicks?" Pansy looked shocked.
"True. Oh! I've got it! And it's good this time!"
"What?" Hermione asked, closing her book in excitement.
"We put a strange sort of confundus charm on them that makes it so that they know only each other. Then we shove them in an abandoned classroom -"
"Yes, but what's in it for -"
"I'm getting there, hold on to your Gryffindor scarf! So then... er... I forgot what I was saying. Right! So we confund them and put them in a classroom together... while we're in there. That way no matter how much noise we make, they will not notice us."
"That's not how the confundus charm works -"
"Yes I know, that's why I said a "strange sort of confundus charm". You're brilliant, you can think of something." Hermione looked rather flattered.
"Okay, so...?"
"Right, so then they won't notice us, and we can watch them shag each other rotten. What do you think? Don't ever say I'm not bloody brilliant!"
"Pansy... I think that may just be your first ever plan...." Pansy squealed excitedly.
"Yes, I know! Isn't it exciting?"
"Very."
"I think you're rubbing off on me," Pansy mused thoughtfully.
"And not a moment too soon," Hermione joked, pulling a book off a nearby shelf.
*
Harry and Draco were a bit caught up in each other. For once, this does not mean they were snogging. They were actually talking - very animatedly at that. They were interrupted by a familiar voice cutting through Draco's words.
"Harry, you are so difficult to track down. I haven't been able to find a spare moment to talk with you alone." Cho Chang was standing across from Harry and Draco, who were sitting next to each other at the Slytherin table. Harry glanced up.
"I hate to be rude, Cho, but this is another of those moments where I'm not alone." Draco tried to hide a smile, as Cho sat down for some reason.
"Oh I know, but I've waited very patiently. I was just curious as to whether or not you were interested in joining my Werewolf Rights Activist group. We meet every Thursday evening in the Room of... in the DA meeting place," Cho muttered, glancing suspiciously at Draco. Draco, as usual, looked bored. "We're looking for members who personally know a werewolf, and I thought you would be simply perfect."
Harry smied politey. "Well, it was very nice of you to think of me. If I weren't so busy -"
"We'll both be there," Draco cut in, smirking. Cho's face fell. It was obvious she only wanted Harry at the meeting.
"Yes, Draco feels very strongly about the subject. He'd be excellent for your cause." Cho was fighting an internal battle. On the one hand, there was having to spend time with Draco Malfoy, on the other there was risking a meeting with Harry Potter.
"All right. Thanks a lot, see you on Thursday right after dinner."
When she'd stalked off, Harry and Draco grew immersed in each other. Yes, they were snogging.
*
"Shh... be quiet," Hermione whispered franticallly. Pansy fell silent, and stared down the corridor.
"What are we looking for?"
"I don't know... all I remember is you. Hey! It's a classroom," Hermione exclaimed, dashing through the open door. Pansy entered as well, slammed the door behind her once she was through. Hermione turned around. "You know what!"
"What?" Pansy muttered, looking around distractedly.
"You are bloody hot," she replied. Pansy looked shocked, to say the least.
"Funny... I was going to say the same thing." The two girls suddenly found themselves in a stifling kiss, teeth knocking together unpleasantly. This didn't stop them from sighing in pleasure.
"I don't know why we're kissing," Hermione gasped as soon as she pulled away.
"Me neither. All I know is I like it." Hermione nodded frantically, and pressed her lips to Pansy's once more.
On the other side of the classroom Harry and Draco were watching this, mouths agape. They were... confused. Was this a regular occurrence? Harry decided to find out. He stepped forward, but stepped back again when they jumped away from each other very abruptly.
"Hermione." Pansy was looking a little sick.
"Pansy." So was Hermione.
"Um..." Pansy looked up and saw Draco and Harry staring at them. "Uh..." She looked back at Hermione, then at her own hands, which had previously been cupping Hermone's full, surprisingly large breasts.
"Bloody hell," Pansy swore. She was off and running. Hermione turned to her friends guiltily.
"I know. I have to tell Ron. Sorry for the show, you two." She walked out of the classroom, sighing to herself.
Harry turned to his boyfriend. "Well... that was interesting."
"And incredibly horny."
"My thoughts exactly," Harry murmured, the sound muffled by Draco's lips.
*
Professor Snape was in a very good mood. This meant that he had only taken fifty points from Gryffindor, and only given ten Gryffindors detention scrubbing the floor with something larger than a toothbrush. He was slightly shaken out of his good mood by Pansy Parkinson's body hitting him full force.
"Miss Parkinson!" he gasped. Pansy stepped back, looking jittery.
"I didn't do anything!" she squealed, running around her Head of House and sprinting down to the Slytherin common room.
His good mood was lessend further by a fifth year "accidentally" throwing a book at him. God help the boy if he was a Gryffindor. He was.
*
"Ron," Hermione began, pulling him aside as he exited the bathroom.
"Yes?" he asked, always curious when his girlfriend couldn't wait until he had fastened his trousers properly.
"I have a terrible confession to make."
"You read *all* the books in the library?" Ron guessed, looing mock horrified. Hermione glared at her boyfriend, and shook her head.
"Pansy and I... we got this idea... we cast a spell, and it backfired... and we were in a classroom - oh bugger it. We managed to accidentally snog a bit."
Ron looked as though he was waiting for more. When Hermione did not elaborate, he stopped walking.
"Your point is...?"
"My point is that I kissed Pansy."
"Right."
"You don't... care?" she asked.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I don't think so."
"Then I'm okay with it. Rather wish you had let me watch, to be honest."
"Yeah yeah, shut it Weasley," she said, kissing Ron shortly. She couldn't help remembering feminine lips and hands. She shuddered. Or was that a shiver?
........
Yeah. Okay. What do you think?
Not JK Rowling. Bloody well wish I was.
Tine
Author: Tine.
Summary: A confundus charm gone wrong.
Rating: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry all the way!
Hey! Wow, I've missed you people so much! I hope you haven't given up on this story, because I can assure you I'm still writing it. Albeit slowly, I am still at it. And to make up for the delay, here's a slightly longer chapter for you. This is definitely dedicated to LadyDoncaster, who's immaculate review left me starry-eyed and giggling. Please review, everyone! Thanks will be in the next chapter.
***ENJOY!***
"Maybe we could put a spell on them? Every time they see each other they shag uncontrollably!" Hermione smiled at that, and looked up from her book.
"How would that be any different from how they usually are?" Pansy hunched in defeat.
"Good point. It has to be more than that. What if we made it so that they can't kiss when they see each other?" Pansy offered, looking typically evil.
"That's just mean. Besides, how would we get our kicks?" Pansy looked shocked.
"True. Oh! I've got it! And it's good this time!"
"What?" Hermione asked, closing her book in excitement.
"We put a strange sort of confundus charm on them that makes it so that they know only each other. Then we shove them in an abandoned classroom -"
"Yes, but what's in it for -"
"I'm getting there, hold on to your Gryffindor scarf! So then... er... I forgot what I was saying. Right! So we confund them and put them in a classroom together... while we're in there. That way no matter how much noise we make, they will not notice us."
"That's not how the confundus charm works -"
"Yes I know, that's why I said a "strange sort of confundus charm". You're brilliant, you can think of something." Hermione looked rather flattered.
"Okay, so...?"
"Right, so then they won't notice us, and we can watch them shag each other rotten. What do you think? Don't ever say I'm not bloody brilliant!"
"Pansy... I think that may just be your first ever plan...." Pansy squealed excitedly.
"Yes, I know! Isn't it exciting?"
"Very."
"I think you're rubbing off on me," Pansy mused thoughtfully.
"And not a moment too soon," Hermione joked, pulling a book off a nearby shelf.
*
Harry and Draco were a bit caught up in each other. For once, this does not mean they were snogging. They were actually talking - very animatedly at that. They were interrupted by a familiar voice cutting through Draco's words.
"Harry, you are so difficult to track down. I haven't been able to find a spare moment to talk with you alone." Cho Chang was standing across from Harry and Draco, who were sitting next to each other at the Slytherin table. Harry glanced up.
"I hate to be rude, Cho, but this is another of those moments where I'm not alone." Draco tried to hide a smile, as Cho sat down for some reason.
"Oh I know, but I've waited very patiently. I was just curious as to whether or not you were interested in joining my Werewolf Rights Activist group. We meet every Thursday evening in the Room of... in the DA meeting place," Cho muttered, glancing suspiciously at Draco. Draco, as usual, looked bored. "We're looking for members who personally know a werewolf, and I thought you would be simply perfect."
Harry smied politey. "Well, it was very nice of you to think of me. If I weren't so busy -"
"We'll both be there," Draco cut in, smirking. Cho's face fell. It was obvious she only wanted Harry at the meeting.
"Yes, Draco feels very strongly about the subject. He'd be excellent for your cause." Cho was fighting an internal battle. On the one hand, there was having to spend time with Draco Malfoy, on the other there was risking a meeting with Harry Potter.
"All right. Thanks a lot, see you on Thursday right after dinner."
When she'd stalked off, Harry and Draco grew immersed in each other. Yes, they were snogging.
*
"Shh... be quiet," Hermione whispered franticallly. Pansy fell silent, and stared down the corridor.
"What are we looking for?"
"I don't know... all I remember is you. Hey! It's a classroom," Hermione exclaimed, dashing through the open door. Pansy entered as well, slammed the door behind her once she was through. Hermione turned around. "You know what!"
"What?" Pansy muttered, looking around distractedly.
"You are bloody hot," she replied. Pansy looked shocked, to say the least.
"Funny... I was going to say the same thing." The two girls suddenly found themselves in a stifling kiss, teeth knocking together unpleasantly. This didn't stop them from sighing in pleasure.
"I don't know why we're kissing," Hermione gasped as soon as she pulled away.
"Me neither. All I know is I like it." Hermione nodded frantically, and pressed her lips to Pansy's once more.
On the other side of the classroom Harry and Draco were watching this, mouths agape. They were... confused. Was this a regular occurrence? Harry decided to find out. He stepped forward, but stepped back again when they jumped away from each other very abruptly.
"Hermione." Pansy was looking a little sick.
"Pansy." So was Hermione.
"Um..." Pansy looked up and saw Draco and Harry staring at them. "Uh..." She looked back at Hermione, then at her own hands, which had previously been cupping Hermone's full, surprisingly large breasts.
"Bloody hell," Pansy swore. She was off and running. Hermione turned to her friends guiltily.
"I know. I have to tell Ron. Sorry for the show, you two." She walked out of the classroom, sighing to herself.
Harry turned to his boyfriend. "Well... that was interesting."
"And incredibly horny."
"My thoughts exactly," Harry murmured, the sound muffled by Draco's lips.
*
Professor Snape was in a very good mood. This meant that he had only taken fifty points from Gryffindor, and only given ten Gryffindors detention scrubbing the floor with something larger than a toothbrush. He was slightly shaken out of his good mood by Pansy Parkinson's body hitting him full force.
"Miss Parkinson!" he gasped. Pansy stepped back, looking jittery.
"I didn't do anything!" she squealed, running around her Head of House and sprinting down to the Slytherin common room.
His good mood was lessend further by a fifth year "accidentally" throwing a book at him. God help the boy if he was a Gryffindor. He was.
*
"Ron," Hermione began, pulling him aside as he exited the bathroom.
"Yes?" he asked, always curious when his girlfriend couldn't wait until he had fastened his trousers properly.
"I have a terrible confession to make."
"You read *all* the books in the library?" Ron guessed, looing mock horrified. Hermione glared at her boyfriend, and shook her head.
"Pansy and I... we got this idea... we cast a spell, and it backfired... and we were in a classroom - oh bugger it. We managed to accidentally snog a bit."
Ron looked as though he was waiting for more. When Hermione did not elaborate, he stopped walking.
"Your point is...?"
"My point is that I kissed Pansy."
"Right."
"You don't... care?" she asked.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I don't think so."
"Then I'm okay with it. Rather wish you had let me watch, to be honest."
"Yeah yeah, shut it Weasley," she said, kissing Ron shortly. She couldn't help remembering feminine lips and hands. She shuddered. Or was that a shiver?
........
Yeah. Okay. What do you think?
Not JK Rowling. Bloody well wish I was.
Tine