Drink arc
Title: Insane (5/16)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/General
Length: 1098
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco's plan was insane. That's why he wasn't going to go through with it, besides the fact that he didn't want Potter.
Note: Previous part was Confront. All parts found here. And it's all planned out now. :) 16 chapters in all.
He must have gone insane, really, to even be thinking of doing something so stupid, so preposterous. What was bloody wrong with him?
"Eat," Pansy commanded softly. Draco jumped and stared wide-eyed at her. Oh, yeah, they were in the Great Hall. She gave him a peculiar look, which he ignored by tearing the muffin in half and taking a small bite. His eyes strayed down two tables, to the Gryffindors. Potter was sitting between Weasley and Granger, laughing about something.
He has it in his head that he’ll be happy with you. Draco tore bitterly into the muffin. It had only been a day since Granger spoke those words, and they wouldn't leave him. At night they swirled in his dreams and during the day that was all he could think about.
It especially didn't help last class, Potions, when Potter had been paired with Blaise and sat right in front of him. Plus Blaise kept sending him unsubtle looks over his shoulder. After adding the porcupine quills but before the fluxweed his preposterous idea had formed. It really was a stupid idea. It's not as if he liked the idea. He didn't want to do it. He just had an overactive imagination.
"Darling, if you stare at him any longer you're going to bore a hole right through him." Draco glowered at her. Couldn't she mind her own business? Five minutes of Draco trying to push his idea out of his head, Pansy snapped. "Just go do whatever you are dieing to do. Thinking of fucking him through the Gryffindor table?"
Draco gaped. That was wrong on so many levels, but his stomach flopped traitorously. Pansy's eyes gleamed evilly. Her hands shoved him off his chair and he caught himself just before he landed on the floor in an imitation of Blaise's fall yesterday. Pansy had a thing for shoving people.
"Go, go," she urged. Draco stomped off in that direction but he wasn't going to say anything to Potter, and he definitely wasn't going to go through with his hair-brained plan. The door just happened to be in that direction.
As Draco walked past the Gryffindor table Potter smiled largely at his friends, eyes crinkled, and ran his finger over the rim of his pumpkin juice. It wasn't until Finnigan asked, "What do you want?" that he even realized he had turned course and walked up right behind Potter. Bloody legs that have a mind of their own.
Draco sneered at Finnigan. He reached over Potter's shoulder and grabbed his cup. Potter turned in his seat, staring at him, but he didn't say anything. Weasley gave Draco a warning look when he pulled the drink to himself. Granger's face scrunched.
Potter opened his mouth and Draco quickly left, his robes fluttering around his feet. One step, two steps, take a sip of the drink -- hopefully Potter doesn't backwash. He was definitely insane. Maybe Potter wouldn't follow. Hopefully.
Once he was out of the Great Hall he leaned on the wall, looking into the juice. Potter was so oblivious he would probably just think Draco stole his drink to be spiteful. That's good because Draco really had no idea what he was doing. Oh sure, he had his stupid plan and if he followed through the rest of that Potter would walk out, Draco would snog him, and...he hadn't developed the ending.
"What was that for?" a voice spoke beside him. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin but settled for a harsh glare in the direction of the tousle-haired Gryffindor. He shouldn't be attracted to such unkemptness. It was disgusting.
Draco tried to say something but he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to kiss Potter. No, he wanted Potter to leave, and take his bloody drink with him. What was Draco supposed to do with the pumpkin juice? He didn't even care for it.
He thrust the drink out, slopping a bit on his fingers. "Take it. It's yours."
Potter stared at it for the longest time. "I don't get it," he finally said, looking into Draco's eyes. "You took it so I would follow, didn't you? Well, what do you want to say?"
There was a long silence wherein Draco felt a strong desire to toss the cup at him. "Why do you think we'd be happy together?" he grumbled, toes curling in embarrassment.
Potter flushed and looked at his trainers. Draco composed himself and raised one elegant eyebrow, scoffing. Potter's head jerked up with determination in his eyes. "Only one way to find out." He moved forward. Draco panicked, eyes wide.
"Uh, just because of a few kisses -- it doesn't mean anything. I don't --"
Potter commanded softly, "Don't talk." Draco barely had time to be scandalized before Potter's lips closed over his own clumsily, sloppily. Then Potter's tongue pushed between his lips and he tried to be disgusted, really tried. However, he ended up pulling Potter closer, the cup clattering loudly to the floor, trying to push as much of their bodies together as possible.
A groan escaped one of their mouths and it took every restraint Draco had to not tug Potter into the nearest classroom and do stuff he didn't even know the mechanics of. His mind sure was providing enough images to make up for it though.
Potter pulled away, gasping for breath. Then he was lacing kisses down Draco's neck, and wasn't that something people did when they were compassionate about each other? They were not compassion. Just lust. Lust wasn't an actual relationship.
"Stop."
They stared at each other, neither speaking. Eventually, Draco got sick of it and worried that anyone could walk out of the Great Hall and spot them. "We're not together."
Potter nodded. "Then?" he probed.
Draco scrunched his nose. "I don't know. We can..." he wiggled his fingers between them, "continue this...thing. The snogging thing."
A few people exited the Great Hall, staring at their close proximity. Draco flushed angrily. "What are you staring at?"
They tittered and dashed off. Potter half grinned and scratched his neck. "Okay then." He moved forward, eyes closing. Draco placed a hand on his chest.
"Not now," he hissed. "Class starts soon. Besides," he gave Potter a sharp look, "no one will find out about...our mutual snogging. Correct?"
A roll of his eyes and grudging shake of his head followed before Potter walked back into the Great Hall, body tense. Draco let out his breath in a long whoosh. It was final, he was utterly mad. If his father found out...
Part Six
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/General
Length: 1098
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco's plan was insane. That's why he wasn't going to go through with it, besides the fact that he didn't want Potter.
Note: Previous part was Confront. All parts found here. And it's all planned out now. :) 16 chapters in all.
He must have gone insane, really, to even be thinking of doing something so stupid, so preposterous. What was bloody wrong with him?
"Eat," Pansy commanded softly. Draco jumped and stared wide-eyed at her. Oh, yeah, they were in the Great Hall. She gave him a peculiar look, which he ignored by tearing the muffin in half and taking a small bite. His eyes strayed down two tables, to the Gryffindors. Potter was sitting between Weasley and Granger, laughing about something.
He has it in his head that he’ll be happy with you. Draco tore bitterly into the muffin. It had only been a day since Granger spoke those words, and they wouldn't leave him. At night they swirled in his dreams and during the day that was all he could think about.
It especially didn't help last class, Potions, when Potter had been paired with Blaise and sat right in front of him. Plus Blaise kept sending him unsubtle looks over his shoulder. After adding the porcupine quills but before the fluxweed his preposterous idea had formed. It really was a stupid idea. It's not as if he liked the idea. He didn't want to do it. He just had an overactive imagination.
"Darling, if you stare at him any longer you're going to bore a hole right through him." Draco glowered at her. Couldn't she mind her own business? Five minutes of Draco trying to push his idea out of his head, Pansy snapped. "Just go do whatever you are dieing to do. Thinking of fucking him through the Gryffindor table?"
Draco gaped. That was wrong on so many levels, but his stomach flopped traitorously. Pansy's eyes gleamed evilly. Her hands shoved him off his chair and he caught himself just before he landed on the floor in an imitation of Blaise's fall yesterday. Pansy had a thing for shoving people.
"Go, go," she urged. Draco stomped off in that direction but he wasn't going to say anything to Potter, and he definitely wasn't going to go through with his hair-brained plan. The door just happened to be in that direction.
As Draco walked past the Gryffindor table Potter smiled largely at his friends, eyes crinkled, and ran his finger over the rim of his pumpkin juice. It wasn't until Finnigan asked, "What do you want?" that he even realized he had turned course and walked up right behind Potter. Bloody legs that have a mind of their own.
Draco sneered at Finnigan. He reached over Potter's shoulder and grabbed his cup. Potter turned in his seat, staring at him, but he didn't say anything. Weasley gave Draco a warning look when he pulled the drink to himself. Granger's face scrunched.
Potter opened his mouth and Draco quickly left, his robes fluttering around his feet. One step, two steps, take a sip of the drink -- hopefully Potter doesn't backwash. He was definitely insane. Maybe Potter wouldn't follow. Hopefully.
Once he was out of the Great Hall he leaned on the wall, looking into the juice. Potter was so oblivious he would probably just think Draco stole his drink to be spiteful. That's good because Draco really had no idea what he was doing. Oh sure, he had his stupid plan and if he followed through the rest of that Potter would walk out, Draco would snog him, and...he hadn't developed the ending.
"What was that for?" a voice spoke beside him. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin but settled for a harsh glare in the direction of the tousle-haired Gryffindor. He shouldn't be attracted to such unkemptness. It was disgusting.
Draco tried to say something but he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to kiss Potter. No, he wanted Potter to leave, and take his bloody drink with him. What was Draco supposed to do with the pumpkin juice? He didn't even care for it.
He thrust the drink out, slopping a bit on his fingers. "Take it. It's yours."
Potter stared at it for the longest time. "I don't get it," he finally said, looking into Draco's eyes. "You took it so I would follow, didn't you? Well, what do you want to say?"
There was a long silence wherein Draco felt a strong desire to toss the cup at him. "Why do you think we'd be happy together?" he grumbled, toes curling in embarrassment.
Potter flushed and looked at his trainers. Draco composed himself and raised one elegant eyebrow, scoffing. Potter's head jerked up with determination in his eyes. "Only one way to find out." He moved forward. Draco panicked, eyes wide.
"Uh, just because of a few kisses -- it doesn't mean anything. I don't --"
Potter commanded softly, "Don't talk." Draco barely had time to be scandalized before Potter's lips closed over his own clumsily, sloppily. Then Potter's tongue pushed between his lips and he tried to be disgusted, really tried. However, he ended up pulling Potter closer, the cup clattering loudly to the floor, trying to push as much of their bodies together as possible.
A groan escaped one of their mouths and it took every restraint Draco had to not tug Potter into the nearest classroom and do stuff he didn't even know the mechanics of. His mind sure was providing enough images to make up for it though.
Potter pulled away, gasping for breath. Then he was lacing kisses down Draco's neck, and wasn't that something people did when they were compassionate about each other? They were not compassion. Just lust. Lust wasn't an actual relationship.
"Stop."
They stared at each other, neither speaking. Eventually, Draco got sick of it and worried that anyone could walk out of the Great Hall and spot them. "We're not together."
Potter nodded. "Then?" he probed.
Draco scrunched his nose. "I don't know. We can..." he wiggled his fingers between them, "continue this...thing. The snogging thing."
A few people exited the Great Hall, staring at their close proximity. Draco flushed angrily. "What are you staring at?"
They tittered and dashed off. Potter half grinned and scratched his neck. "Okay then." He moved forward, eyes closing. Draco placed a hand on his chest.
"Not now," he hissed. "Class starts soon. Besides," he gave Potter a sharp look, "no one will find out about...our mutual snogging. Correct?"
A roll of his eyes and grudging shake of his head followed before Potter walked back into the Great Hall, body tense. Draco let out his breath in a long whoosh. It was final, he was utterly mad. If his father found out...
Part Six