Yes, I'm the Queen of Procrastination...
I had to post these stories ages ago, but I always forgot (or found something else to do).
Let's see if I can do it this time...
“Scusa, è occupato quel posto?”
“Mmh? Ah, no, è libero…”
“Ti scoccia se mi siedo qui? Tutti gli altri scompartimenti sono occupati.”
“No, no, figurati.”
“… Che leggi di bello?”
“Storia di Hogwarts.”
“Eh? Ma quello non è uno dei libri di scuola?”
“Sì, è interessante. E così mi avvantaggio, anche.”
“Sei proprio un secchione, eh?”
“No, non direi… Mi piace studiare, tutto qui.”
“… Ehi, in che casa vorresti essere?”
“Hm? Non so, non mi sono ancora fatto un’idea. E tu?”
“Mi va bene tutto, tranne Serpeverde. Sai che bello se fossimo nella stessa casa? Sarebbe bello iniziare la scuola e avere già un amico.”
“Amico? Intendi me?”
“Sì, certo, chi altri? O forse sto correndo troppo?”
“No, no, è che io… non ho… amici.”
“Bene. Allora è deciso. Anche se saremo in case diverse, io e te saremo amici, ti va? Come ti chiami? Io sono Sirius Black. Chiamami solo Sirius, ok?”
“Lupin. Remus J. Lupin.”
“Remus, eh? Mi piace… io e te saremo grandi amici, me lo sento, Remus.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Ehi, Moony, ti ricordi?”
“Hm? Cosa, Sirius?”
“Il primo giorno, sul treno. Quando ci siamo conosciuti.”
“Certo che me lo ricordo. Non stavi mai zitto…”
“Ehi! E’ questo che pensi di me?”
“Certo, Padfoot, dovresti saperlo, ormai.”
“Umph. Però… certo che ne è passato di tempo, vero?”
“Già. Sette anni… ti sei pentito di avermi conosciuto?”
“Stai scherzando? Non potrei mai pentirmi, mai.”
Remus sorrise. Sirius lo baciò sulle labbra, e poi si infilò sotto le coperte, tirandolo a sé e sistemandosi per la notte.
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“Ehi, Yuushi-kun!”
”Hm? What is it, Jirou?”
“Let’s have a bet!”
“A bet? What kind of bet?” asked the black-haired boy.
“Let’s play a match. The one who loses will have to do everything that the other says for the whole day.” Jirou grinned.
Yuushi smirked: “Ok. Prepare to be my slave for today, then.”
“What? You really think you’ll win?”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jirou followed his friend into the locker room, chuckling.
“I told you you weren’t going to win.”
“Oh, do shut up.” answered Yuushi, taking off his sweat-soaked shirt.
Suddenly, Jirou grabbed his wrist, spun him around and pinned him against the closed locker, slipping his leg between Yuushi’s to prevent him from escaping.
“Jirou? Wha-…” Oshitari’s surprised yelp was cut off as Jirou kissed him fully on the lips, and stuck his tongue down his throat.
The taller boy struggled to get free, but soon gave up and moaned as Jirou began nibbling his lower lip.
“There, was it that bad?” grinned Jirou, licking his lips as he broke the kiss.
“You…” growled the other boy.
“There you are, Yuushi!” said a third voice: Gakuto had just slammed the door open.
Yuushi shoved Jirou away from him.
“What’s going on?” asked Gakuto.
“Nothing interesting.” said Jirou, patting the smaller boy’s head as he left the room. “Yuushi-kun, you’re mine for today, don’t forget. See ya later!”
Gakuto watched the sleepy boy leave, then turned to face his doubles partner: “Another bet?”
When Yuushi nodded, he sighed: “For heaven’s sake, Yuushi, what’s this, the tenth time? Sometimes I really do think you’re losing on purpose…”
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“Professor Snape!” Oliver Wood stomped into Snape’s office, followed by his team.
“Mr Wood. What do I owe the pleasure?”
“Professor Snape, Gryffindor reserved the Quidditch pitch today. Why did you give your House the permission to steal it from us?” The keeper slammed his hands on his professor’s desk, glowering.
“Yeah, you tell him, Oliver!” the twins supported him from behind his back.
Snape gave his students only a brief of look, and went back to marking parchments.
“You shouldn’t complain only because Gryffindor can’t afford better broomsticks… or a better seeker. I have to make sure my team gets all the practice it needs. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.”
Thus said, he completely ignored them. But Wood didn’t move.
“This is not fair, professor! WE have the right to practice too, and WE reserved the pitch way before them! You’re just scared you’ll lose the House Cup this year too, aren’t you?”
The Potions Master raised his head, and looked the boy in the eye, smirking: “I see you have a strong wish to scrub all those dirty cauldrons left from today’s lesson, Wood. You are all dismissed, all except for your rather talkative and passionate captain. Mr Wood, you can wait for me in the classroom, I’ll join you as soon as I finish here. I want those cauldrons shining.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver was still bent over a dirty cauldron, scrubbing wildly, when Snape came in, and closed the door behind him, muttering a locking spell.
Wood gave him an offended look, but did nothing when the wizard grabbed him and pushed him against the workbench, kissing him thoroughly.
“We need to find some other way… You can’t give me a detention every time we want to see each other…” said Oliver between moans, as Snape nibbled his neck.
“Why are you complaining? At least I didn’t take any points from Gryffindor, and you know how much I enjoy it.”
“Sev!”
“Alright, alright…” sighed the Potions Master, “I’ll think of something else, and I’ll also let you top this time, does that sound fine? Now, be a good boy and stay still.”
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“Havoc… you can’t hide… show yourself!”
“Ehrm… you wanted to see me, taisa?”
“Have you seen my gloves around, Havoc?”
“Ehrm… I… I have…”
“And I suppose you thought you’d do me a favour by washing them, right?”
“They… they looked a bit dirty…”
“And I also suppose you don’t wash clothes very often, do you?”
“Well…”
“Tell me, Jean… WHAT did you wash together with my gloves?”
“Uhm… just a shirt…”
“You should know, Jean, that you only wash clothes together that have similar colours…”
“Ehrm… really?”
“Really. And HOW exactly do you intend to repay me now?”
“Re-repay?”
“Of course. You don’t want me to go out with PINK gloves, right?”
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“Well… I must say I’m glad you threw yourself into my arms, Roy… it really flatters me, it really does. And the way you hold me so tight… But… not even my Elysia makes such a fuss…”
“But it was a HUGE cochroach, Maes!!”
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“Molly, have you taken my cardigans, by any chance?”
“No, Remus, why?”
“They’re gone from my wardrobe, I can’t find them.”
“Fred, George, have you seen my cardigans?”
“Nope.”
“Harry? Ron?”
“Sorry, Remus.”
“Sirius, have you-…”
“…”
“…”
“… Wanna come by the fire?”
“Sirius…”
“Sorry…”
Let's see if I can do it this time...
“Scusa, è occupato quel posto?”
“Mmh? Ah, no, è libero…”
“Ti scoccia se mi siedo qui? Tutti gli altri scompartimenti sono occupati.”
“No, no, figurati.”
“… Che leggi di bello?”
“Storia di Hogwarts.”
“Eh? Ma quello non è uno dei libri di scuola?”
“Sì, è interessante. E così mi avvantaggio, anche.”
“Sei proprio un secchione, eh?”
“No, non direi… Mi piace studiare, tutto qui.”
“… Ehi, in che casa vorresti essere?”
“Hm? Non so, non mi sono ancora fatto un’idea. E tu?”
“Mi va bene tutto, tranne Serpeverde. Sai che bello se fossimo nella stessa casa? Sarebbe bello iniziare la scuola e avere già un amico.”
“Amico? Intendi me?”
“Sì, certo, chi altri? O forse sto correndo troppo?”
“No, no, è che io… non ho… amici.”
“Bene. Allora è deciso. Anche se saremo in case diverse, io e te saremo amici, ti va? Come ti chiami? Io sono Sirius Black. Chiamami solo Sirius, ok?”
“Lupin. Remus J. Lupin.”
“Remus, eh? Mi piace… io e te saremo grandi amici, me lo sento, Remus.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Ehi, Moony, ti ricordi?”
“Hm? Cosa, Sirius?”
“Il primo giorno, sul treno. Quando ci siamo conosciuti.”
“Certo che me lo ricordo. Non stavi mai zitto…”
“Ehi! E’ questo che pensi di me?”
“Certo, Padfoot, dovresti saperlo, ormai.”
“Umph. Però… certo che ne è passato di tempo, vero?”
“Già. Sette anni… ti sei pentito di avermi conosciuto?”
“Stai scherzando? Non potrei mai pentirmi, mai.”
Remus sorrise. Sirius lo baciò sulle labbra, e poi si infilò sotto le coperte, tirandolo a sé e sistemandosi per la notte.
----------------------------------------
“Ehi, Yuushi-kun!”
”Hm? What is it, Jirou?”
“Let’s have a bet!”
“A bet? What kind of bet?” asked the black-haired boy.
“Let’s play a match. The one who loses will have to do everything that the other says for the whole day.” Jirou grinned.
Yuushi smirked: “Ok. Prepare to be my slave for today, then.”
“What? You really think you’ll win?”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jirou followed his friend into the locker room, chuckling.
“I told you you weren’t going to win.”
“Oh, do shut up.” answered Yuushi, taking off his sweat-soaked shirt.
Suddenly, Jirou grabbed his wrist, spun him around and pinned him against the closed locker, slipping his leg between Yuushi’s to prevent him from escaping.
“Jirou? Wha-…” Oshitari’s surprised yelp was cut off as Jirou kissed him fully on the lips, and stuck his tongue down his throat.
The taller boy struggled to get free, but soon gave up and moaned as Jirou began nibbling his lower lip.
“There, was it that bad?” grinned Jirou, licking his lips as he broke the kiss.
“You…” growled the other boy.
“There you are, Yuushi!” said a third voice: Gakuto had just slammed the door open.
Yuushi shoved Jirou away from him.
“What’s going on?” asked Gakuto.
“Nothing interesting.” said Jirou, patting the smaller boy’s head as he left the room. “Yuushi-kun, you’re mine for today, don’t forget. See ya later!”
Gakuto watched the sleepy boy leave, then turned to face his doubles partner: “Another bet?”
When Yuushi nodded, he sighed: “For heaven’s sake, Yuushi, what’s this, the tenth time? Sometimes I really do think you’re losing on purpose…”
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“Professor Snape!” Oliver Wood stomped into Snape’s office, followed by his team.
“Mr Wood. What do I owe the pleasure?”
“Professor Snape, Gryffindor reserved the Quidditch pitch today. Why did you give your House the permission to steal it from us?” The keeper slammed his hands on his professor’s desk, glowering.
“Yeah, you tell him, Oliver!” the twins supported him from behind his back.
Snape gave his students only a brief of look, and went back to marking parchments.
“You shouldn’t complain only because Gryffindor can’t afford better broomsticks… or a better seeker. I have to make sure my team gets all the practice it needs. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.”
Thus said, he completely ignored them. But Wood didn’t move.
“This is not fair, professor! WE have the right to practice too, and WE reserved the pitch way before them! You’re just scared you’ll lose the House Cup this year too, aren’t you?”
The Potions Master raised his head, and looked the boy in the eye, smirking: “I see you have a strong wish to scrub all those dirty cauldrons left from today’s lesson, Wood. You are all dismissed, all except for your rather talkative and passionate captain. Mr Wood, you can wait for me in the classroom, I’ll join you as soon as I finish here. I want those cauldrons shining.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver was still bent over a dirty cauldron, scrubbing wildly, when Snape came in, and closed the door behind him, muttering a locking spell.
Wood gave him an offended look, but did nothing when the wizard grabbed him and pushed him against the workbench, kissing him thoroughly.
“We need to find some other way… You can’t give me a detention every time we want to see each other…” said Oliver between moans, as Snape nibbled his neck.
“Why are you complaining? At least I didn’t take any points from Gryffindor, and you know how much I enjoy it.”
“Sev!”
“Alright, alright…” sighed the Potions Master, “I’ll think of something else, and I’ll also let you top this time, does that sound fine? Now, be a good boy and stay still.”
----------------------------------------
“Havoc… you can’t hide… show yourself!”
“Ehrm… you wanted to see me, taisa?”
“Have you seen my gloves around, Havoc?”
“Ehrm… I… I have…”
“And I suppose you thought you’d do me a favour by washing them, right?”
“They… they looked a bit dirty…”
“And I also suppose you don’t wash clothes very often, do you?”
“Well…”
“Tell me, Jean… WHAT did you wash together with my gloves?”
“Uhm… just a shirt…”
“You should know, Jean, that you only wash clothes together that have similar colours…”
“Ehrm… really?”
“Really. And HOW exactly do you intend to repay me now?”
“Re-repay?”
“Of course. You don’t want me to go out with PINK gloves, right?”
----------------------------------------
“Well… I must say I’m glad you threw yourself into my arms, Roy… it really flatters me, it really does. And the way you hold me so tight… But… not even my Elysia makes such a fuss…”
“But it was a HUGE cochroach, Maes!!”
----------------------------------------
“Molly, have you taken my cardigans, by any chance?”
“No, Remus, why?”
“They’re gone from my wardrobe, I can’t find them.”
“Fred, George, have you seen my cardigans?”
“Nope.”
“Harry? Ron?”
“Sorry, Remus.”
“Sirius, have you-…”
“…”
“…”
“… Wanna come by the fire?”
“Sirius…”
“Sorry…”