Passing Notes

This is dedicated to me and my friend HKL's conversations online. Though sadly she is grounded until who knows when, I want her to come back soon! We have Yaoi to write!

Rating has been kicked up for referring to sex, so nah!


Harry withheld a sigh as Prof. McGonagall lectured the Gryffindors. She didn't lecture them often all that often, preferring to teach by example better, but a couple days she had to lecture them because there were some spells to be taught but were most likely too powerful for them or illegal.

Harry sometimes thought the Professor really was a cat because any sound besides the scratching of quills on parchment would get them in trouble. They could tell she didn't like lectures as much as they did and was quite strict during those times.

As Prof. McGonagall went on Harry stared down at a long, mostly clean roll of parchment that was written with two sets of hand writing; Harry's semi-neat handwriting and Ron's scribble that usually only Harry and Hermione could read. It was first a played out greeting and a 1-2-3 test to see if it worked. The parchment was sort of like a walky talky that they had finally gotten the right spell for it. Him and Ron could communicate across the room and the teacher wouldn't notice unless they laughed too loudly or wrote for too long without looking up, whichwould mean they were on something else besides the class work, but no one today had noticed, unless you counted Hermione who knew about the spell (She's the one who had stumbled upon it in the first place). She kept giving them warning looks that said "Pay attention or you're going to get caught" But they hadn't been caught in Charms or Divination, not even Snape had suspected anything that day; they were feeling quite lucky.

Ron's hand writing soon appeared with a dot at the end of his sentence that was like the send button on instant messenger, or at least that's what Hermione had compared it to. Harry had never been on a computer because of his relatives and Ron barely knew how to comprehend the technology in the muggle world, it just confused him more and more every time they'd try to explain it to him, so they gave up

"Do you think I could turn Malfoy into a ferret again with that spell?" Ron's hand writing appeared and Harry resisted a chuckled, remembering that incident

"Maybe" He wrote back under where Ron had written "Though you're going to have to practice keeping a straight face or you'll get caught" He then made a large dot at the end and tapped it twice and another message soon came

"Straight? Since when?"

"True, very true" Harry replied and had to look up at Prof. McGonagall as she passes by him; he pretended to be listening. When she moved on he wrote again "Espesally how you were moaning last night" He glanced at his friend who was sitting next to Neville a couple of chairs to the side, seeing Ron blushing as he wrote back. Neville wasn't paying any attention to them though, just like the rest of the class, They were all taking notes from the Professor. Finally Ron's words appeared

"I was not that loud" the words said "Besides you were the one making me"

"I do believe that noise was coming from your mouth not mine" Harry Wrote, Even in writing he could tell Ron was utterly embarrassed. He decided to have some fun "You're sensitive bellow the ears"

"Shut up"

"No, I'm bored and picking on you is too much fun"

"Smart ass" was the bitter reply from Ron. Harry drew a small picture of someone blowing a raspberry "Don't stick that out unless you intend to use it"

"Oh, I do" Harry wrote with a grin "Tonight"

"You're such a wanker"

"Yes but I'm your wanker"

"I would hope so"

Harry mused that it was always fun to say things through paper, you had time to think about what to say and people couldn't listen in. They started to playfully banter again, but halfway through the class they started writing things they would do to each other when they got back to the dormitory, it began innocent enough, but then it started to get a little kinky, and defiantly was not appropriate for school, They were so focused on what they were writing that they forgot that they were in class and Prof. McGonagall had hawk eyes.

Harry was in the middle of writing when his parchment was slipped out from under his hands and he looked up; to his horror seeing the professor holding his and Ron's silent conversation in her hands.

"Mr. Potter and..." she glanced at the first few lines of the paper, and just by the handwriting it wasn't hard to figure out who it was "And Mr. Weasley, you're suppose to be paying attention to the lesson, not writing through a silent conversation spell; 5 points from Gryffindor, each" She didn't like taking points from her own house, but she really had no choice. Of course it ticked off Hermione because she had gained those 10 points during that very lesson.

Ron quickly hid his parchment just as everyone looked at him, hiding it, hoping no one would see it, and that no one would guess by the interesting shades of red on his face about just what they were talking about. Harry was also flushed from embarrassment and was horrified when Professor McGonagall started to read their conversation, her eyes darting quickly across the page, slowly growing wide in shock of what they wrote, to each other, two boys.And it was too detailed to be just for fun. She glanced at Harry, then to Ron...

Then she smiled. She smiled. She rolled up the parchment and looked between the two, holding up the conversation "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley" she said calmly "You have two choicesfor punishment, I can read this aloud to the class..." Both boys looked equally horrified at this suggestion "OR, you may each take a detention" Harry and Ron didn't hesitate but shouted out the same time

"Detention!" They said and Prof. McGonagall nodded, taking the parchment and setting it on her desk for the rest of class

"I suggest you pay attention to the rest of the lesson" she said and soon enough she began to continue the lecture, a slightly satisfied and happy tone setting in, making the rest of the class more tolerable.

After the lesson Ron and Harry hurried out of the class room, Hermione not far behind them. Both boys were still highly embarrassed and flushed

"I can't believe she took my parchment" Harry said in a groan

"At least she didn't read it aloud" Ron said, picking at his own side of the conversation that he had hidden between his books. Hermione soon caught up with them

"I told you, you were going to get caught" she said and Ron rolled his eyes

"Yeah, yeah" he said tuning out her lecturing tone "Can we borrow your notes Hermione?" Hermione sighed. She could never warn them because they never listened, she wondered why she tried sometimes, would she ever get through to them? She took out her notes that were written neatly and rolled up. Ron grinned and reached out for the parchment but Hermione pulled it back, a smile on her face, a plan forming quickly in her mind

"You only get to copy my notes if I get to see yours" She said and both boys blinked a moment, realizing she meant Ron's part of the conversation

"No way!" Ron said loudly "This is between me and Harry!"

"Then no notes" she said, stashing the notes away. Ron gaped a moment at her, he couldn't believe she refused to give them the notes. He looked at Harry who gave a defenseless shrug; they did need her notes, they hadn't paid attention at all. Ron gave a defeated sigh and pulled out the silent conversation, handing it to her. She smiled more and traded her notes for his parchment, then she headed back to the dormitory on her own, leaving the boys to lag behind her. Harry patted his friend on the back sympathetically

"This is one of those times rubbing off on her was bad" he said and he red head looked at his friend, pouting. Harry just smiled and gave his lover a quick kiss on the cheek as they followed Hermione's direction

Next time they were just going to have to be more careful in Professor McGonagall's class when they passed notes


Prof. McGonagall is cool :D And so is Hermione

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