Okay, first thing, this is a SLASH!!! That means guy/guy and possibly girl/girl, as well as some het couples. This is my first venture into the HP arena; originally this piece was gonna be a test of sorts, to see how well I could write in the HP universe (which depends on you, the reviewers!) but it started writing itself. Another warning, this has no plot that I can see. I am just terrible at writing things with plot. I'm actually in the middle of writing a Harry/Draco with plot, and I have an oh so good idea for yet another H/D. So many ideas floating around! Oh well, at least it's summer. Oh yeah, Disclaimer: these wonderful characters and their surroundings belong to JK Rowling (if only I had Seamus, he is so damn cute!) and I'm making cero dinero off this. The only thing that's mine is the story (no plot so I can't say that) and the stupid character I made up. So please please please give me feedback; I've read some wonderful work on here and I wanna know if I make the cut for HP. Thanks!
"Harry! Harry hang on a sec!" Harry Potter turned around suppressing a groan of
frustration. He pasted a smile on his face and said wearily,
"Hey, Lindsay." The girl approached him eagerly, her face red, and she smiled and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. Lindsay Becker was a fourth year, one year younger then Harry. She adored him completely, ever since she had met him, and was always trying to worm her way into his affairs in the nosiest of ways, yearning to get to know him. Harry had liked her at first, she was overly friendly, and she came from a Muggle family and had had no idea who he "was" when she had started talking to him. Recently, though, she had redoubled her efforts to be in his life, which Harry figured had to be pretty difficult, seeing as how she was a year younger than him, was in a different house (Ravenclaw), and they didn't even have any classes together.
The girl chewed her lower lip, and cleared her throat nervously, as if trying to get her words exactly right in her head. Harry bit back an impatient sigh.
"Lindsay, I have to hurry, if I'm late for Potions, Snape'll kill me." He grimaced at the thought.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Okay." She took a deep breath. "It's just well, Harry..." she swallowed.
"Yes?" Harry prodded politely after a few awkward moments. He had a feeling that he knew what would happen next.
"I, uh, I like you!" she blurted out. "And, I was wondering," she continued, staring at the ground, "if maybe you'd want to go out with me...?" she trailed off hopefully. Harry smiled gently at her. She was nice, even if she was a bit persistent at times.
"Lindsay, I'm flattered, but-"
"*But* you're already dating someone; you just don't see me that way, only as a friend." She finished. "Yeah, I figured, but I had to try, right?" she grinned weakly. "So who's the lucky girl? I'm gonna kill her." she said jokingly. Harry smiled mysteriously and said,
"No, I don't think so." With that he waved goodbye over his shoulder and ran to catch up with his friends, leaving behind an embarrassed and slightly puzzled blonde girl. That's one less follower. thought Harry to himself, and he grinned.
"There you are, Harry, c'mon we're going to be late!" Hermione's prissy voice reached him, and as he skidded around a corner he found his friends waiting for him. They started walking.
"Another love sick admirer, Harry?" questioned Ron wryly. Harry thought he detected a note of jealousy, but then Ron added with a grin, "So who was is this time? Millicent Bulstrode?"
"Blech, yeah right. No, it was Lindsay Becker."
"Somehow I'm not surprised." Hermione said dryly. Of the three of them, she was by far the most tolerant of her friend's fan club, however, Lindsay tried even Hermione's patience. Ron projected an air of amazement.
"Really?" he asked incredulously. "I'm shocked! And all along I thought she was after 'Mione here." He said sarcastically, shoving her playfully.
"Oh yeah, cuz I'm just so sexy no one can resist." She said just as sarcastically, rolling her eyes and shoving him back.
A drawling voice interrupted Ron's retort.
"Enjoying your popularity, Scarface?" How many girls will be left to throw themselves at your feet if you keep rejecting them all? Soon all you'll left with is the Mudblood, here." He nodded towards Hermione, whose bushy brown hair seemed to be rising and fluffing out, strangely reminiscent of a cat. "The least you could do is share with Weasley. He's probably used to charity."
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron snarled. "At least my father doesn't have to buy me my dates!"
"Only cause he can't afford it!" Draco shot back. Harry eyed the blonde Sytherin coldly.
"Just ignore him." He said quietly to his friends, and pulled them towards the classroom. They came willingly, though Hermione was muttering all the curses and hexes she wanted to perform on "that stupid git" under her breath. Harry glanced back at Draco, who tried to manage a sneer, but couldn't quite pull it off.
Potions seemed to drag on forever, Ron and Hermione still throwing dark glances in Malfoy's direction. Professor Snape was in his usual vindictive mood, and assigned a heavy load of homework, much to the dismay of his students, before finally dismissing them to lunch. Harry was still packing up his things while his two friends waited for him uneasily, anxious to get out of Snape's lair.
"Why don't you guys go on ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes. Hermione nodded and retreated quickly, throwing a wary look in Snape's direction.
"I'll save you a seat." Ron promised, and backed out almost as quickly. Harry sighed and chuckled softly in amusement.
"Something you find funny, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked icily. Harry shook his head and said hastily,
"No, Professor. Sorry." He walked out of the classroom and heard Snape grunt behind him. He closed the door and looked carefully down the corridor towards the Great Hall to see if anyone was watching. When he was certain no one was watching, Harry set off at a brisk pace- in the opposite direction. He walked a bit further, turned right, then left, and slipped into a narrow, rarely used passageway. He was now deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts.
The familiar drawling voice greeted him from the shadows.
"So who was it this time? I didn't catch her name." Draco Malfoy emerged from the darkness, his hands on his hips. The dim light picked out the glistening silver highlights in the lithe boy's hair. Harry mused to himself that they were like strands of silk woven throughout his hair.
"Oh, she wasn't my type." Harry said nonchalantly, shrugging.
"I *know* that." Draco said impatiently. "Who was it?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Lindsay Becker. You know, the blonde Ravenclaw?" Draco pouted prettily.
"But... I thought you had a thing for blondes." he said enticingly, leaning against the wall.
"Shut up, you." demanded Harry, a grin on his face.
"Oh yeah? How are you gonna make me?" Draco taunted.
"Like this." Harry shrugged and then launched himself at Draco, slamming him against the wall.
"*Ow*." He heard the other boy say distinctly, before he kissed him fiercely and thoroughly. They parted after a long while, their faces only inches away. Draco looked into Harry's strong, vibrantly green eyes. He felt a little like he was drowning in a sea of molten emeralds.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Draco dropped his gaze from Harry's piercing stare to the floor.
"A bit." he admitted. Then, almost too fast for Harry to process, Draco spun them around so that Harry's back was pressed against the corridor. "You're *Mine*." he said possessively, capturing Harry's lips in another burning kiss.
"I love this." Harry whispered breathlessly when they had come up for air.
"What, being pinned against a filthy wall?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"No." Harry said, smiling. He nuzzled the other boy's neck, then bit at it; the soft, white skin was so tantalizing. "Just... you. Everywhere is just totally you." He breathed in deeply. "Smell wonderful." he added, murmuring into the folds of Draco's robes, his hands around Draco's waist, keeping him close. Draco held him, humming "mine mine mine" under his breath.
"Draco?" Harry asked after a few moments.
"Hmm?"
"Must you be so terrible to Ron and 'Mione? I don't mind if it's me but..."
"I know, Harry, I guess old habits die hard." He grinned, and Harry raised his head and smiled shyly back. "Oh, love, I'm trying. It's just that if the other Slytherins found out, they'd tell their parents, who would tell my parents. And that would be bad. Especially since everyone thinks that me n' Pansy are..." he trailed off as he saw the look on his lover's face.
"Don't like." Harry scowled. Draco leaned forward; their foreheads came together with a soft *clunk*.
"I know. But..." Harry subconsciously made a dark guttural noise in the back of his throat, which sounded suspiciously like a growl. Draco chuckled, but was cut off as Harry kissed him forcefully. Draco leaned into the kiss, plundering Harry's sweet mouth viciously. Harry moaned and melted under his touch, his hands roaming Draco's lean back. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's tangled, unruly midnight-black hair.
"Can I come see you tonight?" Harry asked timidly after they had broken off.
"Someone will be in there tonight, so no." Draco replied regretfully. Very regretfully. He was painfully aware of his growing arousal. "How about your dorm?" he asked hopefully. Harry thought for a moment.
"Well, Dean and Seamus will be occupied with each other, so they won't even notice you, I bet. And... what's today? Tuesday? So Percy will be visiting Neville; he won't be there... I wonder where they go... So that leaves Ron." Draco sighed in frustration.
"If only him and Granger would get together, then he could stay over with her!"
"Hermione and Ron? Hey, I never really thought of that... Yeah!"
"You're so oblivious sometimes, you know that?"
"But I spotted you right away, didn't I?" Harry teased. "Now, let me see... Draco, stop, that's kinda distracting- umf!" The pale boy had been trailing kisses along Harry's jawline, and had covered his mouth with his own. Reluctantly, Harry pulled away.
"I've got to go. Look, I'll see what I can do about Ron. Meet me here after dinner?" Draco nodded and gave him a swift kiss and watched him leave towards the Great Hall. Draco gave him a head start, then began strolling slowly after him.
*************
"What took you so long?" Hermione asked as Harry seated himself next to Ron.
"Did Snape try to give you detention or something?" inquired Ron.
"Er, something like that. So... Ron, Hermione, I was wondering..." he watched as his friends blinked at his sudden change of topic and exchange glances. He noticed immediately that his lover was right, his friends certainly did harbor feelings for one another. "when are you two gonna get together?" Hermione squeaked and looked away. Ron, his face the color of his hair, hissed,
"Harry!"
"I was just wondering." Harry said innocently. "It's completely obvious, you know." To Draco Malfoy, at least, he thought wryly.
"It is?" both Ron and Hermione asked at the same time. They glanced at each other, Ron uncertain and Hermione smiling. When Ron saw her smiling, he grinned, too.
"I guess it is, eh?" he asked no one particular, gazing into Hermione's eyes. She reached out her hand, and he took it. They both wore huge, idiotic grins on their faces.
"But, Harry, how did you know?" asked a puzzled yet happy Hermione.
"You'd never guess." laughed Harry.
Well, that's the first part. Please tell me what you think! So I guess Ron and Hermione are together for now. I'm thinking of throwing a bit of Fred n' George, and some Seamus/Dean. I love Seamus, he's so sexy! Anyway, please review!
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"Harry! Harry hang on a sec!" Harry Potter turned around suppressing a groan of
frustration. He pasted a smile on his face and said wearily,
"Hey, Lindsay." The girl approached him eagerly, her face red, and she smiled and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. Lindsay Becker was a fourth year, one year younger then Harry. She adored him completely, ever since she had met him, and was always trying to worm her way into his affairs in the nosiest of ways, yearning to get to know him. Harry had liked her at first, she was overly friendly, and she came from a Muggle family and had had no idea who he "was" when she had started talking to him. Recently, though, she had redoubled her efforts to be in his life, which Harry figured had to be pretty difficult, seeing as how she was a year younger than him, was in a different house (Ravenclaw), and they didn't even have any classes together.
The girl chewed her lower lip, and cleared her throat nervously, as if trying to get her words exactly right in her head. Harry bit back an impatient sigh.
"Lindsay, I have to hurry, if I'm late for Potions, Snape'll kill me." He grimaced at the thought.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Okay." She took a deep breath. "It's just well, Harry..." she swallowed.
"Yes?" Harry prodded politely after a few awkward moments. He had a feeling that he knew what would happen next.
"I, uh, I like you!" she blurted out. "And, I was wondering," she continued, staring at the ground, "if maybe you'd want to go out with me...?" she trailed off hopefully. Harry smiled gently at her. She was nice, even if she was a bit persistent at times.
"Lindsay, I'm flattered, but-"
"*But* you're already dating someone; you just don't see me that way, only as a friend." She finished. "Yeah, I figured, but I had to try, right?" she grinned weakly. "So who's the lucky girl? I'm gonna kill her." she said jokingly. Harry smiled mysteriously and said,
"No, I don't think so." With that he waved goodbye over his shoulder and ran to catch up with his friends, leaving behind an embarrassed and slightly puzzled blonde girl. That's one less follower. thought Harry to himself, and he grinned.
"There you are, Harry, c'mon we're going to be late!" Hermione's prissy voice reached him, and as he skidded around a corner he found his friends waiting for him. They started walking.
"Another love sick admirer, Harry?" questioned Ron wryly. Harry thought he detected a note of jealousy, but then Ron added with a grin, "So who was is this time? Millicent Bulstrode?"
"Blech, yeah right. No, it was Lindsay Becker."
"Somehow I'm not surprised." Hermione said dryly. Of the three of them, she was by far the most tolerant of her friend's fan club, however, Lindsay tried even Hermione's patience. Ron projected an air of amazement.
"Really?" he asked incredulously. "I'm shocked! And all along I thought she was after 'Mione here." He said sarcastically, shoving her playfully.
"Oh yeah, cuz I'm just so sexy no one can resist." She said just as sarcastically, rolling her eyes and shoving him back.
A drawling voice interrupted Ron's retort.
"Enjoying your popularity, Scarface?" How many girls will be left to throw themselves at your feet if you keep rejecting them all? Soon all you'll left with is the Mudblood, here." He nodded towards Hermione, whose bushy brown hair seemed to be rising and fluffing out, strangely reminiscent of a cat. "The least you could do is share with Weasley. He's probably used to charity."
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron snarled. "At least my father doesn't have to buy me my dates!"
"Only cause he can't afford it!" Draco shot back. Harry eyed the blonde Sytherin coldly.
"Just ignore him." He said quietly to his friends, and pulled them towards the classroom. They came willingly, though Hermione was muttering all the curses and hexes she wanted to perform on "that stupid git" under her breath. Harry glanced back at Draco, who tried to manage a sneer, but couldn't quite pull it off.
Potions seemed to drag on forever, Ron and Hermione still throwing dark glances in Malfoy's direction. Professor Snape was in his usual vindictive mood, and assigned a heavy load of homework, much to the dismay of his students, before finally dismissing them to lunch. Harry was still packing up his things while his two friends waited for him uneasily, anxious to get out of Snape's lair.
"Why don't you guys go on ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes. Hermione nodded and retreated quickly, throwing a wary look in Snape's direction.
"I'll save you a seat." Ron promised, and backed out almost as quickly. Harry sighed and chuckled softly in amusement.
"Something you find funny, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked icily. Harry shook his head and said hastily,
"No, Professor. Sorry." He walked out of the classroom and heard Snape grunt behind him. He closed the door and looked carefully down the corridor towards the Great Hall to see if anyone was watching. When he was certain no one was watching, Harry set off at a brisk pace- in the opposite direction. He walked a bit further, turned right, then left, and slipped into a narrow, rarely used passageway. He was now deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts.
The familiar drawling voice greeted him from the shadows.
"So who was it this time? I didn't catch her name." Draco Malfoy emerged from the darkness, his hands on his hips. The dim light picked out the glistening silver highlights in the lithe boy's hair. Harry mused to himself that they were like strands of silk woven throughout his hair.
"Oh, she wasn't my type." Harry said nonchalantly, shrugging.
"I *know* that." Draco said impatiently. "Who was it?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Lindsay Becker. You know, the blonde Ravenclaw?" Draco pouted prettily.
"But... I thought you had a thing for blondes." he said enticingly, leaning against the wall.
"Shut up, you." demanded Harry, a grin on his face.
"Oh yeah? How are you gonna make me?" Draco taunted.
"Like this." Harry shrugged and then launched himself at Draco, slamming him against the wall.
"*Ow*." He heard the other boy say distinctly, before he kissed him fiercely and thoroughly. They parted after a long while, their faces only inches away. Draco looked into Harry's strong, vibrantly green eyes. He felt a little like he was drowning in a sea of molten emeralds.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Draco dropped his gaze from Harry's piercing stare to the floor.
"A bit." he admitted. Then, almost too fast for Harry to process, Draco spun them around so that Harry's back was pressed against the corridor. "You're *Mine*." he said possessively, capturing Harry's lips in another burning kiss.
"I love this." Harry whispered breathlessly when they had come up for air.
"What, being pinned against a filthy wall?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"No." Harry said, smiling. He nuzzled the other boy's neck, then bit at it; the soft, white skin was so tantalizing. "Just... you. Everywhere is just totally you." He breathed in deeply. "Smell wonderful." he added, murmuring into the folds of Draco's robes, his hands around Draco's waist, keeping him close. Draco held him, humming "mine mine mine" under his breath.
"Draco?" Harry asked after a few moments.
"Hmm?"
"Must you be so terrible to Ron and 'Mione? I don't mind if it's me but..."
"I know, Harry, I guess old habits die hard." He grinned, and Harry raised his head and smiled shyly back. "Oh, love, I'm trying. It's just that if the other Slytherins found out, they'd tell their parents, who would tell my parents. And that would be bad. Especially since everyone thinks that me n' Pansy are..." he trailed off as he saw the look on his lover's face.
"Don't like." Harry scowled. Draco leaned forward; their foreheads came together with a soft *clunk*.
"I know. But..." Harry subconsciously made a dark guttural noise in the back of his throat, which sounded suspiciously like a growl. Draco chuckled, but was cut off as Harry kissed him forcefully. Draco leaned into the kiss, plundering Harry's sweet mouth viciously. Harry moaned and melted under his touch, his hands roaming Draco's lean back. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's tangled, unruly midnight-black hair.
"Can I come see you tonight?" Harry asked timidly after they had broken off.
"Someone will be in there tonight, so no." Draco replied regretfully. Very regretfully. He was painfully aware of his growing arousal. "How about your dorm?" he asked hopefully. Harry thought for a moment.
"Well, Dean and Seamus will be occupied with each other, so they won't even notice you, I bet. And... what's today? Tuesday? So Percy will be visiting Neville; he won't be there... I wonder where they go... So that leaves Ron." Draco sighed in frustration.
"If only him and Granger would get together, then he could stay over with her!"
"Hermione and Ron? Hey, I never really thought of that... Yeah!"
"You're so oblivious sometimes, you know that?"
"But I spotted you right away, didn't I?" Harry teased. "Now, let me see... Draco, stop, that's kinda distracting- umf!" The pale boy had been trailing kisses along Harry's jawline, and had covered his mouth with his own. Reluctantly, Harry pulled away.
"I've got to go. Look, I'll see what I can do about Ron. Meet me here after dinner?" Draco nodded and gave him a swift kiss and watched him leave towards the Great Hall. Draco gave him a head start, then began strolling slowly after him.
*************
"What took you so long?" Hermione asked as Harry seated himself next to Ron.
"Did Snape try to give you detention or something?" inquired Ron.
"Er, something like that. So... Ron, Hermione, I was wondering..." he watched as his friends blinked at his sudden change of topic and exchange glances. He noticed immediately that his lover was right, his friends certainly did harbor feelings for one another. "when are you two gonna get together?" Hermione squeaked and looked away. Ron, his face the color of his hair, hissed,
"Harry!"
"I was just wondering." Harry said innocently. "It's completely obvious, you know." To Draco Malfoy, at least, he thought wryly.
"It is?" both Ron and Hermione asked at the same time. They glanced at each other, Ron uncertain and Hermione smiling. When Ron saw her smiling, he grinned, too.
"I guess it is, eh?" he asked no one particular, gazing into Hermione's eyes. She reached out her hand, and he took it. They both wore huge, idiotic grins on their faces.
"But, Harry, how did you know?" asked a puzzled yet happy Hermione.
"You'd never guess." laughed Harry.
Well, that's the first part. Please tell me what you think! So I guess Ron and Hermione are together for now. I'm thinking of throwing a bit of Fred n' George, and some Seamus/Dean. I love Seamus, he's so sexy! Anyway, please review!
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