Title: Complicated
Author: Morbid Romantic
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: -mumbles- I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters...-rolls eyes-
A/N: I know it's been a long time since I've updated anything, and I apologize. I've found it extremely hard to find inspiration lately...plus it's really hard for me to write when lots of things are going on around me, and things are always going on in my house. My computer is in my room now, though, so I can have some peace and quiet...and get things written. xD I want to thank everyone for leaving me reviews...I really love them!
"I
like you the way you are
When we're drivin in your car
And your
talkin to me one on one
But you've become..."
-Avril Lavigne (Complicated)
Chapter Two – It's Just Hormones!
I can hear the muffled "tick, tick, tick..." of the clock, and the almost silent scratching of many quills across parchment. The sounds, combined with the disgusting and just flat out wrong thoughts that are running through my head, are enough to drive me mad.
But I can't go mad, not in the middle of charms class.
People think I'm mad as it is. Would it really be wise to add fuel to their over active, imaginative thoughts? No, I think not.
I mean, yes, of course it's been proven that I was telling the truth about Voldermort, but what of it? That still doesn't stop any nasty little rumors they come up with about me. They still think I'm mad, for various reasons, and if they knew what was going through my mind at the moment, they'd want to check me into St. Mungo's...
Honestly, if anyone's mad, it's them, considering all the nasty stuff they can come up with.
I let out a trapped sigh, causing Hermione's eyes to snap up from her paper, and narrow on me in a nasty, annoyed-as-hell glare. I flash a semi-apologetic grin at her, then her eyes snap over to her watch. They widen in alarm, then she goes back to scratching madly at her paper.
I roll my eyes, half disgusted and half amused. Honestly, she's got a half an hour left and she's already a half a foot over what she was supposed to do.
Damn know-it-all perfectionist.
After a few moments of trying to come up with a really snide comment to hit her with after class, my thought's sink back into a Malfoy filled fantasy.
In it I have Malfoy lying back on a desk, moaning my name as my hands and mouth travel over his almost translucent skin. I can feel his every well toned muscle moving against...
'What the hell are you doing?' The rational side of me screams out suddenly. I resist a moan at the end of the fantasy...always ends at the good part...
'Oh, isn't it obvious?' My other side purr's back, giggling slightly.
And thus begins the long argument between the two of them.
And that, you see, is the reason I'm about to go mad. Simply raving...
I look at my watch. Another twenty minuets of class. I let out a curse underneath my breath, earning a well aimed kick in the shin from Hermione.
I glare stuffily at her, and then try to go back to my essay.
I let out an odd squelching noise as I lean back against the end of my bed. I bring my knees up to my chest, encircling them with my arms, glaring nastily at my reflection in the mirror that sits across from me.
I put my aching, confused head into my hands. All morning his annoyingly perfect image, with those annoyingly stunning green eyes has been running through my head. Fantasy after ever so wrong fantasy has been taking hold of me today, and I honestly don't know why.
Wait, that's a lie.
I've known for a while now that I'm a bit...er...well...queer. But honestly! It's Potter for the Goddesses sake! Scrawny, geeky, Potter...
'But he's no longer scrawny,' A voice I know all to well purrs from the back of my mind. 'Nor is he geeky. As a matter of fact, he's a rather delicious looking piece of...'
"NO!" I shout. I promptly bang my head into the wooden end of my bed.
"It's only hormones." I whisper. "I'm being a normal, hormonal teenager."
'Sure!' The voice purrs back, laughing. 'Just keep telling yourself that.'
I moan, hiding my face in my hands.
'It's just hormones, it's just hormones, it's just hormones...'
TBC