For Emily
Title: Kiss the Boy (or The Benefits of Not Paying Attention in Potions)
Author: hecticity
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: One day in Potions, Harry discovers he’s got a bit of an obsession with a certain part of Draco’s anatomy. Set in the middle of HBP.
Genre: It’s just a bit of silliness, really.
Warnings: songfic, cliché H/D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends/enemies/lovers, nor do I own the lyrics to this song, and, for the record, have in fact never heard the song in my life. I just looked up the lyrics (http://www.completealbumlyrics.com).
Author’s note: Ficlet for xobasket_casexo (I love you, sweetie!), to the song “Kiss the Girl” by Ashley Tisdale. I’ve changed the lyrics just a bit to account for the rather obvious maleness of the main characters and cut out one of the verses because it was too repetitive. This is about as cliché as I get (at least, I like to think so. You may think differently, and that’s okay too), so enjoy it while it lasts. I plan to counter this with some original Draco/Neville angst at my next possible convenience.
There you see him
Sitting there across the way
He don't got a lot to say
But there's something about him
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the boy.
Malfoy was up to something, Harry just knew it. It was in every line of his body as he sat hunched over his Potions notes on the far side of the classroom. The curve of his neck, the shadow of his blond hair falling across his face, the tension in his arm and fingers as they gripped his quill: all of it spoke of evil intentions, plots, wrongdoing, and general Malfoy-ness. He watched him carefully, expecting at any moment that the Slytherin would jump to his feet and hex them all, or do something equally horrible, taking advantage of the sleepy, zombie-like students listening to Snape drone on and on about something Harry was sure he would never need to know. But Harry would be ready, because he wasn’t fooled by Malfoy’s studious façade. He was awake and aware, constantly vigilant, and he would save the world, if necessary, one Potions class at a time.
Yes, you want him
Look at him, you know you do
It's possible he wants you too
There's one way to ask him
It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Potter’s drooling again,” Blaise whispered to Draco, who continued writing without looking up.
“Is he really?” he asked disinterestedly.
“Yes,” Pansy declared, as loudly as she dared. Snape didn’t seem to notice. “It’s horrible, you know, having to see that. I think I may be scarred for life.”
“It’s just a bit of drool, Pans,” Blaise said snidely. “I think you’re just jealous.”
“Why in the world would I be jealous of Potter?” she asked incredulously, absently brushing a bit of invisible dust from Draco’s sleeve. “He’s not my competition. Right, Draco?”
“Mmm,” Draco grunted noncommittally, pretending to be absorbed in taking notes.
Shalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
It’s such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
Go on and kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Harry!” Hermione whispered. “Aren’t you paying attention?”
“’Course, Mione,” Harry said vaguely, his eyes still on Malfoy.
“But you stopped taking notes ages ago. This is important, Harry, it’s going to be on the exam!”
There won’t be an exam if Malfoy kills us all, Harry thought, ignoring her. Hermione sighed and gave up. Just at that moment, Malfoy lifted his head and looked over at Harry. For an instant, Harry thought he saw the boy behind the sneering mask he normally wore, but then his soft pink lips- I did NOT just think his lips were soft! Harry thought, searching his brain frantically for another adjective- curved back up into their normal smirk and Harry looked away, blushing.
Now’s your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon
The time will be better
He don't say a word
And he won’t say a word
Until you kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Alright, Malfoy,” Harry said menacingly, pointing an accusing finger at the other boy’s back, which stiffened immediately with surprise. “You’re not going anywhere. I know what you were doing in Potions.”
Draco was thoroughly confused, but he wasn’t about to show it. “You know, Potter, just because you don’t ever pay attention in that class doesn’t mean that nobody does. I don’t see why that should come as such a surprise,” he noted, turning to face his rival.
Harry stared. At this distance, the mouth that had seemed soft across the room became worthy of a far more decadent adjective. Unfortunately, his brain was so confused by the strangeness of wanting to assign an adjective to Malfoy’s mouth, of all things, that he couldn’t seem to think of any at all.
Shalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
it's such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
“Potter?” Draco’s voice seemed muffled, as if there were cotton balls in Harry’s ears. His world seemed to have narrowed, his vision focused on simply watching the other boy’s white teeth appear briefly from behind their pink, fleshy curtain, only to disappear again in a moment. Draco’s voice got more and more impatient, until finally he sighed, expelling air so harshly that Harry could practically see it, and turned away.
Shalalalala
My oh myyyyy
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
It’s such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
As soon as that perfect mouth was out of sight, the spell was broken. Harry jerked awake, wondering what the hell had happened to him. He touched his own lips and was surprised to find them torn in places- had he really been biting them that hard? He watched the slight billow of Malfoy’s robes as he walked away, and was overcome with the urge to fist his hands in them and stop the blond in his tracks, but his feet wouldn’t move.
Lalalala, Lalalala
(Go on and kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss that boy!
Lalalala, Lalalala
(Go on and kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss the boy
Kiss the boy
(Kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss the boy
Just as Malfoy disappeared around the corner, Harry realized that he’d been wrong. He hadn’t been the watchful hero he’d been imagining in class; instead he’d stood stupidly and bitten his lip while the supposed villain of the story had done nothing but try multiple times to get his attention. He hadn’t even commented on Harry’s stare, only repeated his name over and over.
He began to run, brushing people aside; they bent like grass in a furious wind and let him pass. When he caught up to Malfoy, he didn’t speak, only shoved him against the wall and kissed him so hard that he could almost taste his stifled protests on his tongue.
“What the fuck, Potter?” Draco spluttered when they finally broke apart.
“Nothing,” Harry told him, smiling serenely. “I’m just trying to interfere with your nefarious plots.”
Author: hecticity
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: One day in Potions, Harry discovers he’s got a bit of an obsession with a certain part of Draco’s anatomy. Set in the middle of HBP.
Genre: It’s just a bit of silliness, really.
Warnings: songfic, cliché H/D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends/enemies/lovers, nor do I own the lyrics to this song, and, for the record, have in fact never heard the song in my life. I just looked up the lyrics (http://www.completealbumlyrics.com).
Author’s note: Ficlet for xobasket_casexo (I love you, sweetie!), to the song “Kiss the Girl” by Ashley Tisdale. I’ve changed the lyrics just a bit to account for the rather obvious maleness of the main characters and cut out one of the verses because it was too repetitive. This is about as cliché as I get (at least, I like to think so. You may think differently, and that’s okay too), so enjoy it while it lasts. I plan to counter this with some original Draco/Neville angst at my next possible convenience.
There you see him
Sitting there across the way
He don't got a lot to say
But there's something about him
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the boy.
Malfoy was up to something, Harry just knew it. It was in every line of his body as he sat hunched over his Potions notes on the far side of the classroom. The curve of his neck, the shadow of his blond hair falling across his face, the tension in his arm and fingers as they gripped his quill: all of it spoke of evil intentions, plots, wrongdoing, and general Malfoy-ness. He watched him carefully, expecting at any moment that the Slytherin would jump to his feet and hex them all, or do something equally horrible, taking advantage of the sleepy, zombie-like students listening to Snape drone on and on about something Harry was sure he would never need to know. But Harry would be ready, because he wasn’t fooled by Malfoy’s studious façade. He was awake and aware, constantly vigilant, and he would save the world, if necessary, one Potions class at a time.
Yes, you want him
Look at him, you know you do
It's possible he wants you too
There's one way to ask him
It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Potter’s drooling again,” Blaise whispered to Draco, who continued writing without looking up.
“Is he really?” he asked disinterestedly.
“Yes,” Pansy declared, as loudly as she dared. Snape didn’t seem to notice. “It’s horrible, you know, having to see that. I think I may be scarred for life.”
“It’s just a bit of drool, Pans,” Blaise said snidely. “I think you’re just jealous.”
“Why in the world would I be jealous of Potter?” she asked incredulously, absently brushing a bit of invisible dust from Draco’s sleeve. “He’s not my competition. Right, Draco?”
“Mmm,” Draco grunted noncommittally, pretending to be absorbed in taking notes.
Shalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
It’s such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
Go on and kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Harry!” Hermione whispered. “Aren’t you paying attention?”
“’Course, Mione,” Harry said vaguely, his eyes still on Malfoy.
“But you stopped taking notes ages ago. This is important, Harry, it’s going to be on the exam!”
There won’t be an exam if Malfoy kills us all, Harry thought, ignoring her. Hermione sighed and gave up. Just at that moment, Malfoy lifted his head and looked over at Harry. For an instant, Harry thought he saw the boy behind the sneering mask he normally wore, but then his soft pink lips- I did NOT just think his lips were soft! Harry thought, searching his brain frantically for another adjective- curved back up into their normal smirk and Harry looked away, blushing.
Now’s your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon
The time will be better
He don't say a word
And he won’t say a word
Until you kiss the boy (kiss the boy)
“Alright, Malfoy,” Harry said menacingly, pointing an accusing finger at the other boy’s back, which stiffened immediately with surprise. “You’re not going anywhere. I know what you were doing in Potions.”
Draco was thoroughly confused, but he wasn’t about to show it. “You know, Potter, just because you don’t ever pay attention in that class doesn’t mean that nobody does. I don’t see why that should come as such a surprise,” he noted, turning to face his rival.
Harry stared. At this distance, the mouth that had seemed soft across the room became worthy of a far more decadent adjective. Unfortunately, his brain was so confused by the strangeness of wanting to assign an adjective to Malfoy’s mouth, of all things, that he couldn’t seem to think of any at all.
Shalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
it's such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
“Potter?” Draco’s voice seemed muffled, as if there were cotton balls in Harry’s ears. His world seemed to have narrowed, his vision focused on simply watching the other boy’s white teeth appear briefly from behind their pink, fleshy curtain, only to disappear again in a moment. Draco’s voice got more and more impatient, until finally he sighed, expelling air so harshly that Harry could practically see it, and turned away.
Shalalalala
My oh myyyyy
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the boy
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
It’s such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the boy
As soon as that perfect mouth was out of sight, the spell was broken. Harry jerked awake, wondering what the hell had happened to him. He touched his own lips and was surprised to find them torn in places- had he really been biting them that hard? He watched the slight billow of Malfoy’s robes as he walked away, and was overcome with the urge to fist his hands in them and stop the blond in his tracks, but his feet wouldn’t move.
Lalalala, Lalalala
(Go on and kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss that boy!
Lalalala, Lalalala
(Go on and kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss the boy
Kiss the boy
(Kiss the boy)
Go on and kiss the boy
Just as Malfoy disappeared around the corner, Harry realized that he’d been wrong. He hadn’t been the watchful hero he’d been imagining in class; instead he’d stood stupidly and bitten his lip while the supposed villain of the story had done nothing but try multiple times to get his attention. He hadn’t even commented on Harry’s stare, only repeated his name over and over.
He began to run, brushing people aside; they bent like grass in a furious wind and let him pass. When he caught up to Malfoy, he didn’t speak, only shoved him against the wall and kissed him so hard that he could almost taste his stifled protests on his tongue.
“What the fuck, Potter?” Draco spluttered when they finally broke apart.
“Nothing,” Harry told him, smiling serenely. “I’m just trying to interfere with your nefarious plots.”