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Oh, and I did Queerditch drabbles again and haven't posted them yet so:
Remus sat down in the park. It was September in London, and therefore bloody cold, but he had no Muggle coats, so had to make do with his shabby cardigan. Just when he started cursing his stupidity in coming out at all he saw someone approaching.
"Do you think being a werewolf makes you impervious to the cold, or something? Honestly, moony, put this on."
Sirius handed Remus his jacket, which Remus put on as Sirius hid behind the bench to transform.
"Thanks, Padfoot. Now let's go home."
Harry did not know why he agreed to these things. It probably had something to do with alcohol. In fact, it probably had a lot to do with alcohol.
And the fact he was a stubborn ass who really should have learned to be less gullible by now.
Anyway, however it had happened, he was now standing outside a club in a black leather skirt and knee-high boots. Also black leather, because he still had some dignity. Not much, but some.
To top it all off, who was coming towards him but good old Draco Malfoy. The swagger was unmissable. However, it seemed that Draco did not recognise him.
"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
Harry this point noticed that Draco was wearing black leather trousers and almost forgot to answer. He would normally think he was of of his mind for noticing how hot Malfoy was, but by this point he was past caring. Besides, Draco obviously thought he was hot to, and- thank God- hadn't thought he was a girl.
"I could ask you the same question," he remembered to reply.
Malfoy looked up and finally noticed who he was talking to. He looked like he was trying very hard to feel disgusting.
"Potter? What the hell-"
Harry, having given up on dignity, just gave in and pulled Malfoy forwards. He realised that actually, the blond was a lot more tolerable if he was only shut up, after that.
And when wearing leather, of course.
Hermione opened the box of her Christmas present excitedly. Viktor had sent her something every year and while they had both decided a romantic relationship couldn't work between them, at least not for a few years, she always waited for her present and opened it as soon as she could.
This year he had sent her a red scarf, it was plain and simple, but Hermione could not help but beam as she put it on and went to open the rest of her presents.
Pansy loves her leather gloves. They fit her perfectly and the black leather perfectly off-sets her pale skin. It's a while before she notices that Hermione is watching her caress them, but when she does she smiles.
Hermione doesn't know what is wrong with her, but whenever she sees Pansy like that her muscles clench and she can feel herself get wet so quickly.
When they end up alone, together, and neither remembers ohw that happened breathing is not normal. Pansy thinks she probably planned it and Hermione thinks she did too, but when they kiss neither remember to care.
And Hermione fits with Pansy so well, that she feels even better then leather.
I don't like these all that much, but oh well. And it seems I was away from the angst-fest of before! I like the first one most of them, probably, even if Snape turned into Sirius (When I started it it was going to be snupin).
I've been way too busy recently. Grrr.