starkers
Starkers.
Thought I'd post a wee peice of drabbley goodness I wrote during English and early handed to my teacher. Glad I retrieved it!
Author: Ripples and Amanda.
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R (for suggestion)
Summary: Harry was very cold. Draco was ferrety. It was Potions, and there was note passiong to be done.
Send me crit and I will love you forever (kisses etc free as standard)
H: Its not that I'm angry. It's just that, well, you're a bloody pain in the arse sometimes. Has anyone ever told you that?
D: Pain in the arse? How topical. How long did that little pun take you?
H: I don't see why you're so bloody annoyed. You're not the one who waited up half the night in the freezing cold, for someone too precious to risk his health creeping round the castle, pansy that he is. I haven't done anything.
D: And I have? I didn't get up because I didn't wake up. And I didn't wake up because I had been up since four in the morning. Four. I never get up early. Filthy mornings.
H: Why? Why in Merlin's name were you up at four. Not even Hermione gets up at four. Come to think of it, not even the house elves bother getting up that early.
D: I was worried about what to wear.
H: You are kidding. Please. Tell me you're joking. Before I wet myself, or choke to death. You were worrying about what to wear fourteen hours before you were meant to meet me? Seriously? Is it some sort of Slytherin thing?
D: I never joke about clothes. Ever. Ad if my sartorial maladies are so hilarious, tell me, what exactly were you wearing under that cloak of yours? Tartan pyjamas? A Hawaiian shirt? A swimsuit?
H: Nothing.
D: Nothing??? Do you know how cold the castle is? Harry Potter, the boy ho may have lived, but who lost control of his nervous system, and so caught frost bite. Can't believe I missed watching you turn blue.
H: No, you can't believe you missed seeing me naked.
D: I have absolutely no desire to see you naked in minus five conditions, thank you very much. Blue isn't your colour. I would have been there purely for the comedy value.
H: Starker. Nude, commando, free as a bird, in the nuddy pants: go on, you're kicking yourself!
D: Nuddy pants? Seriously, where do these come from?
H: Sorry, that’s one of Ron's. But admit it, you wish you'd been there.
D: Well, perhaps if you happened to come again, lets say for argument's sake tonight, I would possibly stay up. Maybe. If I felt like it.
H: You'd stay up alright…
D: Is that a threat or a promise, Potter?
H: Which would you prefer? And if you don't start calling me Harry, I'm going to go back to calling you Ferret Face. Probably in embarrassing public places. Like the Quidditch pitch.
D: A particularly poor insult, even from you, POTTER, as in no way do I resemble a ferret. I am far too beautiful to be ferret-like. Humph.
H: Humph? That was a cutting remark, Captain Ferret Head. And it is a promise. You are going to stay up all night. It's going to be absolute murder, and you're going to beg me to make you come, beg me for release before we're done. I'm going to have you screaming my name, Draco, well before midnight. IF you bother to get your arse out of bed, that is.
D: Back to my arse is it? Well then, I might just have to stay up, if only to show you what a pretty bottom you make…
H: Me? Bottom? I'd like to see you try. Actually, come to think of it, I'd love to see you try.
D: Shut up Harry, before I succeed, right here on the bench. I doubt Professor Snape would be too pleased.
H: I dunno. Reckon he might enjoy it…
Thought I'd post a wee peice of drabbley goodness I wrote during English and early handed to my teacher. Glad I retrieved it!
Author: Ripples and Amanda.
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R (for suggestion)
Summary: Harry was very cold. Draco was ferrety. It was Potions, and there was note passiong to be done.
Send me crit and I will love you forever (kisses etc free as standard)
H: Its not that I'm angry. It's just that, well, you're a bloody pain in the arse sometimes. Has anyone ever told you that?
D: Pain in the arse? How topical. How long did that little pun take you?
H: I don't see why you're so bloody annoyed. You're not the one who waited up half the night in the freezing cold, for someone too precious to risk his health creeping round the castle, pansy that he is. I haven't done anything.
D: And I have? I didn't get up because I didn't wake up. And I didn't wake up because I had been up since four in the morning. Four. I never get up early. Filthy mornings.
H: Why? Why in Merlin's name were you up at four. Not even Hermione gets up at four. Come to think of it, not even the house elves bother getting up that early.
D: I was worried about what to wear.
H: You are kidding. Please. Tell me you're joking. Before I wet myself, or choke to death. You were worrying about what to wear fourteen hours before you were meant to meet me? Seriously? Is it some sort of Slytherin thing?
D: I never joke about clothes. Ever. Ad if my sartorial maladies are so hilarious, tell me, what exactly were you wearing under that cloak of yours? Tartan pyjamas? A Hawaiian shirt? A swimsuit?
H: Nothing.
D: Nothing??? Do you know how cold the castle is? Harry Potter, the boy ho may have lived, but who lost control of his nervous system, and so caught frost bite. Can't believe I missed watching you turn blue.
H: No, you can't believe you missed seeing me naked.
D: I have absolutely no desire to see you naked in minus five conditions, thank you very much. Blue isn't your colour. I would have been there purely for the comedy value.
H: Starker. Nude, commando, free as a bird, in the nuddy pants: go on, you're kicking yourself!
D: Nuddy pants? Seriously, where do these come from?
H: Sorry, that’s one of Ron's. But admit it, you wish you'd been there.
D: Well, perhaps if you happened to come again, lets say for argument's sake tonight, I would possibly stay up. Maybe. If I felt like it.
H: You'd stay up alright…
D: Is that a threat or a promise, Potter?
H: Which would you prefer? And if you don't start calling me Harry, I'm going to go back to calling you Ferret Face. Probably in embarrassing public places. Like the Quidditch pitch.
D: A particularly poor insult, even from you, POTTER, as in no way do I resemble a ferret. I am far too beautiful to be ferret-like. Humph.
H: Humph? That was a cutting remark, Captain Ferret Head. And it is a promise. You are going to stay up all night. It's going to be absolute murder, and you're going to beg me to make you come, beg me for release before we're done. I'm going to have you screaming my name, Draco, well before midnight. IF you bother to get your arse out of bed, that is.
D: Back to my arse is it? Well then, I might just have to stay up, if only to show you what a pretty bottom you make…
H: Me? Bottom? I'd like to see you try. Actually, come to think of it, I'd love to see you try.
D: Shut up Harry, before I succeed, right here on the bench. I doubt Professor Snape would be too pleased.
H: I dunno. Reckon he might enjoy it…