Title: Kiss Me!
Author: Tine
Rating: R
Summary: More slashy goodness... and Harry goes to a meeting.
Yikes... I have a slight problem here. A few of my readers seem very much against the idea of Pansy and Hermione getting together, and the rest are mostly okay with it. Let me just explain a few things. First of all, I myself am not a huge fan of Pansy/Hermione (or any femmeslash, at that), but it HAS been an idea of mine since the very first chapter. And, I'm really sorry, but I've decided that that's where this fic is going. If you don't like it, there's really not much that you can do or say. I promise it will not be the main pairing. D/H is my main focus, as always, and that will not change. Second, it's very annoying when people will accept two boys snogging, but not two girls, and vice versa. I'm just explaining this because I have absolutely no problem with two guys or two girls kissing in front of me. It really doesn't matter to me what gender they are, and I find it a little sad that more of the spotlight of Harry Potter same gender pairings is on H/D. For this reason, I *am* putting Pansy and Hermione together. Sorry for this long rambling author's note, but I really had to get that out. At this rate, it will be longer than the chapter. Dedicated to all of my reviewers, because you're all a bunch of sweeties that I love so much!
***ENJOY!***
"I really don't want to do this, Draco," Harry whined, stopping for the umpteenth time in five minutes. Draco sighed deeply, and turned to face Harry sharply.
"Enough out of you, Harry. Cho very kindly invited you to a pro-werewolf meeting, and I want you to have some fun. Now shut up and get inside."
Harry gulped and entered the Room of Requirement, Draco tailing him.
"Harry!" Cho needlessly shouted, jumping to her feet and guiding him by the arm toward a couch, where she forced him to sit between Hannah Abbott and herself. Everyone else was either sitting in an armchair or together on a sofa. There was a large round table in front of them, and a bookshelf a little to the left of Draco. Most of the titles had something to do with werewolves. Draco glanced around and felt he was in need of a handsome armchair. Immediately, he noticed an armchair behind him, and he smiled as he sat down.
"The group was about to begin the meeting," Cho began in an exceedingly high voice. "So, Harry, we were just wondering if you could tell us a bit about what it's like to be aquainted with a lycanthrope?" Harry looked around at some familiar and unfamiliar faces, and decided to take a deep breath.
"Well, I know at least some of you were here a few years ago when Professor Lupin was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He's a really amazing person. It's a bit of a shame that he's a werewolf, because people have the assumption that he's evil because of it. But he's not. We've kept in contact all these years because he used to be my mum and dad's friend. He's the only link I have to my parents, and I'm the only link he has."
"Lovely," Cho commented, placing a hand on Harry's arm. Draco's head whipped slightly to the left to glare angrily at the trespassing hand. Unfortunately, Cho did not notice... and neither, apparently, did Harry. "This group really wants to go places. We're planning on giving testimonies to the ministry, getting people to sign a petition, that kind of thing. And we could really use your help. Being Harry Potter and all."
Draco's eyes were fixed intently on the hand that was suddenly resting all too close to Harry's thigh. Cho looked at Harry, cocking her head to one side. Harry was, for some odd reason, not at all disturbed by Cho's hand on his leg.
"Well, I'll have to see. Dumbledore might not let me go to the ministry. But I'm sure I could persuade people to sign a petition. When do you want to get started on it?"
"Oh, immediately. You and... Malfoy, can go around the school asking for signatures." Harry nodded.
"I don't know all of you, what are your names?" Harry asked, looking around curiously.
People began introducing themselves, and as they were doing this, Draco continued to watch Harry and Cho. Cho's hand began stroking up and down from Harry's mid-thigh to his knee. When Harry's eyes closed lazedly, Draco had had enough.
"Oof -" Harry's eyes snapped open when he felt Draco stradding him. He looked around in panic, and found the group of silent people looking curiously at them. He took this to mean that Draco thought they all wanted the two boys to snog. And snog they did.
Meanwhile, Draco had succeeded in removing Cho's hand from his property. In fact, he managed to move Cho from the couch completely, leaving a vacant spot for Draco to sit, and place his own hand on Harry's thigh.... slightly higher, however.
Cho looked slightly disheartened as she took her place in Draco's armchair. "Well, uh... we'll just wait for you two to finish up, shall we?"
The only response was a low moan.
"Oh fine, meeting adjourned. See you all next week."
No one moved.
*
"Here."
Harry held out his hand to take the money Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst were offering. He sorted it into two and handed half to Draco. When they'd each put the currency into their pockets, they turned to face each other.
The sun streaked through the owlery, casting gorgeous beams of sunlight on the two teenagres. Mandy and Lisa were sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall with their knees hugged to their chests. They watched Draco and Harry intently, completely identical smiles etched on their faces.
Draco gave Harry a warm smile. He held out his hand, and Harry took it gently. The boys moved toward each other shyly. Harry placed his hands on Draco's waist, locking his emerald eyes on Draco's sterling ones. Draco's right hand moved to cup the back of Harry's neck, and his left sifted quietly through Harry's messy ebony hair. The boys took this moment of silence to remember all that had happened in the past three months.
"You're beauiful, Harry," Draco whispered.
"Not like you," Harry admitted, and Draco leaned forward to close the very short distance between their mouths. This one was different from all the other kisses. It was more sensual, if possible. Quite pretty, as well.
Harry cupped Draco's face with his hands, exploring his mouth thoroughly. Draco was filled with passion, Harry's tongue batlling with Draco's for domination. They pulled away for a moment, and smiled in unison.
"I lo -" Harry cut Draco off with his mouth, making the kiss hungrier, deeper. Draco moaned quietly into Harry's mouth, and Harry moaned back, the sensation engulfing him wholly.
Lisa pulled out her sketchbook, and began to draw their kiss. Mandy helped as well, and they collaborated, creating a sketch of grays and blacks, smooth, curving lines representing the relationship between Potter and Malfoy.
When the drawing was finished, Mandy and Lisa presented it to the boys. When they saw it, both girls received a kiss on the lips.
*
At this point in their relationship, Draco and Harry had snogged in many places, at all hours of the day (or night), and in front of just about everyone. However, they had not kissed directly behind Hagrid's hut, at 7.00 in the evening, or in front of Hagrid.
For the sake of the readers' queasy stomachs, this is not what happened. That was just to get your attention.
Our favourite couple were finally on there way to visit Hagrid. He has been rather scarce in this story so far. Harry felt incredibly guilty that he hadn't visited one of his greatest friends, and decided to drag along his boyfriend. Strangely enough, Draco did not argue.
When the boys knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut, they expected quite a few things. They expected Fang was going to lick them and bark at them, or that Hagrid was going take one look at Draco and slam the door shut.
Hagrid opened the door, and Fang did jump up and lick Harry. He did settle his eyes on Draco, but he didn't slam the door shut. He actually threw open the door and invited them both in, going on and on about how Harry never came to see him anymore.
Eventually Hagrid laid out a pot of tea and some biscuits for Harry and Draco and told them to sit down. As soon as they did, an uncomfortable silence fell over the threesome.
"Listen Hagrid," Harry began, breaking the silence about half a minute later. "Draco and I have become very good friends in the past little while. The entire school knows, and they've all warmed up to the idea. I just think it would be nice to get your blessing."
Hagrid stared at him incredulously, and then began to laugh. His belly shook with each burst of laughter. He finished off his first cup of tea, set down his teacup, and refilled it before speaking.
"You may not have been speaking to me since you and Draco became friends, but a lot of other people have, and you've been the topic of discussion. I mean, I was shocked when I found out - not in a bad way - and maybe even a little hurt that you didn't come and tell me personally, but you don't have to go on thinking you won't get my blessing. I don't think I could count how many times someone has made fun of me because of the way I am. I will not let you suffer that. At least not from me. I think you're excellent for each other. The last time I saw you, Harry, you were frail looking and seemed as if you'd never get better. Just look what Draco's done for you. And Draco, you look genuinely happy. Obviously Harry's done wonders for you. It would be wrong to take that away from either of you. You have my blessing."
Draco stood up very abruptly and proferred a very steady hand. "I was wrong about you. I was wrong about a lot of people and things, but I was extensively wrong about you. No wonder Harry likes you so much."
Hagrid beamed magnificently.
Harry got to his feet, and hugged Hagrid tightly. Hagrid was so shocked he spilled some of his tea on the table. "Thank you."
Draco took Harry's hand and kissed it.
Hagrid just laughed.
*
It wasn't that long after all. More Harry/Draco and Hermione/Pansy confrontation in the next chapter. And hey! If Hermione ends up with Pansy, who's Ron going to get it on with. What are your suggestions? I've got my own ideas, but what do you think?
I think it extremely sacreligious to butcher Hagrid's speech the way most authors inevetably do. There is only one individual who can write his dialogue properly, and that is JK Rowling. So I'll leave it up to you to imagine how Hagrid would say what he's said.
It's called a disclaimer. Which means I am not claiming that the Harry Potter books and characters belong to me. Or am I...?
Author: Tine
Rating: R
Summary: More slashy goodness... and Harry goes to a meeting.
Yikes... I have a slight problem here. A few of my readers seem very much against the idea of Pansy and Hermione getting together, and the rest are mostly okay with it. Let me just explain a few things. First of all, I myself am not a huge fan of Pansy/Hermione (or any femmeslash, at that), but it HAS been an idea of mine since the very first chapter. And, I'm really sorry, but I've decided that that's where this fic is going. If you don't like it, there's really not much that you can do or say. I promise it will not be the main pairing. D/H is my main focus, as always, and that will not change. Second, it's very annoying when people will accept two boys snogging, but not two girls, and vice versa. I'm just explaining this because I have absolutely no problem with two guys or two girls kissing in front of me. It really doesn't matter to me what gender they are, and I find it a little sad that more of the spotlight of Harry Potter same gender pairings is on H/D. For this reason, I *am* putting Pansy and Hermione together. Sorry for this long rambling author's note, but I really had to get that out. At this rate, it will be longer than the chapter. Dedicated to all of my reviewers, because you're all a bunch of sweeties that I love so much!
***ENJOY!***
"I really don't want to do this, Draco," Harry whined, stopping for the umpteenth time in five minutes. Draco sighed deeply, and turned to face Harry sharply.
"Enough out of you, Harry. Cho very kindly invited you to a pro-werewolf meeting, and I want you to have some fun. Now shut up and get inside."
Harry gulped and entered the Room of Requirement, Draco tailing him.
"Harry!" Cho needlessly shouted, jumping to her feet and guiding him by the arm toward a couch, where she forced him to sit between Hannah Abbott and herself. Everyone else was either sitting in an armchair or together on a sofa. There was a large round table in front of them, and a bookshelf a little to the left of Draco. Most of the titles had something to do with werewolves. Draco glanced around and felt he was in need of a handsome armchair. Immediately, he noticed an armchair behind him, and he smiled as he sat down.
"The group was about to begin the meeting," Cho began in an exceedingly high voice. "So, Harry, we were just wondering if you could tell us a bit about what it's like to be aquainted with a lycanthrope?" Harry looked around at some familiar and unfamiliar faces, and decided to take a deep breath.
"Well, I know at least some of you were here a few years ago when Professor Lupin was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He's a really amazing person. It's a bit of a shame that he's a werewolf, because people have the assumption that he's evil because of it. But he's not. We've kept in contact all these years because he used to be my mum and dad's friend. He's the only link I have to my parents, and I'm the only link he has."
"Lovely," Cho commented, placing a hand on Harry's arm. Draco's head whipped slightly to the left to glare angrily at the trespassing hand. Unfortunately, Cho did not notice... and neither, apparently, did Harry. "This group really wants to go places. We're planning on giving testimonies to the ministry, getting people to sign a petition, that kind of thing. And we could really use your help. Being Harry Potter and all."
Draco's eyes were fixed intently on the hand that was suddenly resting all too close to Harry's thigh. Cho looked at Harry, cocking her head to one side. Harry was, for some odd reason, not at all disturbed by Cho's hand on his leg.
"Well, I'll have to see. Dumbledore might not let me go to the ministry. But I'm sure I could persuade people to sign a petition. When do you want to get started on it?"
"Oh, immediately. You and... Malfoy, can go around the school asking for signatures." Harry nodded.
"I don't know all of you, what are your names?" Harry asked, looking around curiously.
People began introducing themselves, and as they were doing this, Draco continued to watch Harry and Cho. Cho's hand began stroking up and down from Harry's mid-thigh to his knee. When Harry's eyes closed lazedly, Draco had had enough.
"Oof -" Harry's eyes snapped open when he felt Draco stradding him. He looked around in panic, and found the group of silent people looking curiously at them. He took this to mean that Draco thought they all wanted the two boys to snog. And snog they did.
Meanwhile, Draco had succeeded in removing Cho's hand from his property. In fact, he managed to move Cho from the couch completely, leaving a vacant spot for Draco to sit, and place his own hand on Harry's thigh.... slightly higher, however.
Cho looked slightly disheartened as she took her place in Draco's armchair. "Well, uh... we'll just wait for you two to finish up, shall we?"
The only response was a low moan.
"Oh fine, meeting adjourned. See you all next week."
No one moved.
*
"Here."
Harry held out his hand to take the money Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst were offering. He sorted it into two and handed half to Draco. When they'd each put the currency into their pockets, they turned to face each other.
The sun streaked through the owlery, casting gorgeous beams of sunlight on the two teenagres. Mandy and Lisa were sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall with their knees hugged to their chests. They watched Draco and Harry intently, completely identical smiles etched on their faces.
Draco gave Harry a warm smile. He held out his hand, and Harry took it gently. The boys moved toward each other shyly. Harry placed his hands on Draco's waist, locking his emerald eyes on Draco's sterling ones. Draco's right hand moved to cup the back of Harry's neck, and his left sifted quietly through Harry's messy ebony hair. The boys took this moment of silence to remember all that had happened in the past three months.
"You're beauiful, Harry," Draco whispered.
"Not like you," Harry admitted, and Draco leaned forward to close the very short distance between their mouths. This one was different from all the other kisses. It was more sensual, if possible. Quite pretty, as well.
Harry cupped Draco's face with his hands, exploring his mouth thoroughly. Draco was filled with passion, Harry's tongue batlling with Draco's for domination. They pulled away for a moment, and smiled in unison.
"I lo -" Harry cut Draco off with his mouth, making the kiss hungrier, deeper. Draco moaned quietly into Harry's mouth, and Harry moaned back, the sensation engulfing him wholly.
Lisa pulled out her sketchbook, and began to draw their kiss. Mandy helped as well, and they collaborated, creating a sketch of grays and blacks, smooth, curving lines representing the relationship between Potter and Malfoy.
When the drawing was finished, Mandy and Lisa presented it to the boys. When they saw it, both girls received a kiss on the lips.
*
At this point in their relationship, Draco and Harry had snogged in many places, at all hours of the day (or night), and in front of just about everyone. However, they had not kissed directly behind Hagrid's hut, at 7.00 in the evening, or in front of Hagrid.
For the sake of the readers' queasy stomachs, this is not what happened. That was just to get your attention.
Our favourite couple were finally on there way to visit Hagrid. He has been rather scarce in this story so far. Harry felt incredibly guilty that he hadn't visited one of his greatest friends, and decided to drag along his boyfriend. Strangely enough, Draco did not argue.
When the boys knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut, they expected quite a few things. They expected Fang was going to lick them and bark at them, or that Hagrid was going take one look at Draco and slam the door shut.
Hagrid opened the door, and Fang did jump up and lick Harry. He did settle his eyes on Draco, but he didn't slam the door shut. He actually threw open the door and invited them both in, going on and on about how Harry never came to see him anymore.
Eventually Hagrid laid out a pot of tea and some biscuits for Harry and Draco and told them to sit down. As soon as they did, an uncomfortable silence fell over the threesome.
"Listen Hagrid," Harry began, breaking the silence about half a minute later. "Draco and I have become very good friends in the past little while. The entire school knows, and they've all warmed up to the idea. I just think it would be nice to get your blessing."
Hagrid stared at him incredulously, and then began to laugh. His belly shook with each burst of laughter. He finished off his first cup of tea, set down his teacup, and refilled it before speaking.
"You may not have been speaking to me since you and Draco became friends, but a lot of other people have, and you've been the topic of discussion. I mean, I was shocked when I found out - not in a bad way - and maybe even a little hurt that you didn't come and tell me personally, but you don't have to go on thinking you won't get my blessing. I don't think I could count how many times someone has made fun of me because of the way I am. I will not let you suffer that. At least not from me. I think you're excellent for each other. The last time I saw you, Harry, you were frail looking and seemed as if you'd never get better. Just look what Draco's done for you. And Draco, you look genuinely happy. Obviously Harry's done wonders for you. It would be wrong to take that away from either of you. You have my blessing."
Draco stood up very abruptly and proferred a very steady hand. "I was wrong about you. I was wrong about a lot of people and things, but I was extensively wrong about you. No wonder Harry likes you so much."
Hagrid beamed magnificently.
Harry got to his feet, and hugged Hagrid tightly. Hagrid was so shocked he spilled some of his tea on the table. "Thank you."
Draco took Harry's hand and kissed it.
Hagrid just laughed.
*
It wasn't that long after all. More Harry/Draco and Hermione/Pansy confrontation in the next chapter. And hey! If Hermione ends up with Pansy, who's Ron going to get it on with. What are your suggestions? I've got my own ideas, but what do you think?
I think it extremely sacreligious to butcher Hagrid's speech the way most authors inevetably do. There is only one individual who can write his dialogue properly, and that is JK Rowling. So I'll leave it up to you to imagine how Hagrid would say what he's said.
It's called a disclaimer. Which means I am not claiming that the Harry Potter books and characters belong to me. Or am I...?