Title: Artificial
Stupor
Rating: PG or PG- 13 I
don't think I made our stars swear that badly in this --- this is
like a big thing for me, cuz they always seem to be some sort of
swearing in each of my stories and not to forget a kiss!
Warning/ Pairing:
SLASH/ harrydraco
Summary: What really
happens while everyone else is dozing off in History of Magic.
drabble
Disclaimer: All I can
say is that I'm ashamed at J.K. cuz does anyone know how many times
Harry and Draco could've snogged in history of magic and no one
notice!
Author's Note: ehe I was watching Kept and Strip Search while
writing this… so please excuse anything exceedingly weird oh and yes more
random writing!
Artificial Stupor
History of Magic always was the most boring required class at Hogwarts. Sitting through an hour and a half of monotone ghost was enough to make even Hermione fall into a dazed stupor. So thankfully considering that Harry himself wasn't Hermione meant that he was totally out of it.
During class Harry seemed to dazed in and out of reality. Some of the most strangest things occurred to Harry in his History of Magic lessons. Sometimes he'd swear that he saw Snape tap-dancing or Dumbledore playing with his hair, but today, today had to be one of the strangest, realest, and just plain unusual thing that Harry ever had the grace to 'daze' about.
Suddenly, right in the middle of Binn's tirade about a 1300 goblin rebellion, the classroom door opened. Not many people noticed, so Harry just supposed it was either one of two things; one: everyone else was unconscious or two: this was just one of Harry's misguided dreams (( a/n: cough fantasies cough )). Harry decided for the latter because of the person who just sauntered into the dim classroom.
The blonde walked determinably past the aisles, Harry's eyes falling his every move, steadily getting closer and closer to his seat. Turing at the fourth aisle, walking down three desks, and kicking aside Harry's bag, Malfoy turned to face him.
Draco was pretty amazing this close up, eyes gleaming with mirth.
The boy smiled
The Slytherin never smiled.
It must just be Harry. This was just a dream after all.
Draco jerked Harry up by the collar, making his text clatter to the floor nosily. This time not failing to smirk, and kissed him. Again, this was one of the strangest, realest, and unusual thing Harry ever had the nerve to dream up. But it was wonderful. More amazing than Harry could have ever dreamed. Except for the background noise. There was never any noise in his usual dazes. He always seemed to block out anything going on out of his dream world. Harry felt Draco gently pull back, breathing heavily on his cheek, but winced when he felt a text hit his shoulder.
" Harry," Ron hissed uncertainly, " why'd you just snog Ferret Face?"
" Huh?" was all that escaped from Harry's dropped jaw. The Gryffindor, slowly pulled away from Draco and got a good look at his surroundings. Everyone's head was up staring at the two boys in the middle of the room. Nobody had ever noticed what was going on in his dreams before. Professor Binns had even taken notice of the spectacle happening in his room.
And then it hit him.
He wasn't dreaming.
He hadn't dreamt any of that.
All that had just happen was real.
Malfoy, Draco Malfoy had kissed him in front of an entire class of people and all Harry could think was that he was damn glad that it hadn't been a dream after all.