Birthday!gift: Sparks 2
Title: Sparks 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus, Neville, Blaise, Pansy, Greg
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 1495
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for drippingcherry, who provided a list of the following prompts: H/D, dirty talk, Quidditch gear, unestablished, Hogwarts-era, virgin!D, werewolf!D, snark, h/c, unrequited, happy ending, power play w/out toys or accessories, some of which fit nicely into this arc.
Summary: The students of Dumbledore House settle into new routines and dynamics.
While putting his things away, Harry tried to engage Draco in conversation. He gave up when he received only monosyllabic answers in reply. Once he'd finished his task, Harry returned to the Common Room to find that Seamus and Dean were already out there, canoodling on the sofa. Harry grinned at the pair. They had been dancing around one another for years in Gryffindor, and surviving a war had convinced them to finally take the plunge and settle into a relationship. Harry envied them what they had, but he certainly didn't begrudge his friends.
Hermione came breezing out of her room, towing a sullen Pansy in her wake. "We're off to the library!" she announced with far more cheer than was necessary.
"Better Parkinson than me," muttered Ron, exiting his room. Greg lumbered out after him and sank into one of the armchairs with a soft grunt. Ron flounced onto the other sofa, long legs stretched out before him.
Blaise sauntered out of his room. "Where's Pansy?" he asked, directing his question to Greg.
"She went to the library with Granger."
"Interesting," Blaise murmured, leaning indolently against the mantel over the fireplace.
"What's interesting?" asked Neville, coming out of the room he shared with Blaise.
"The girls are headed for the library," Harry told him, dropping into a chair opposite Greg. Neville pushed Ron's legs out of the way and took a seat at one end of the sofa. 'Now that's interesting,' Harry thought, surprised by the casual manner in which Nev had just made Ron defer to him. Their once stout and shy friend was now tall and lanky and carried himself with an air of confidence.
"That's no surprise," Neville laughed. "Hermione practically lives in the library."
"What's surprising is that Pansy went with her," Blaise interjected.
"Pansy seems studious," commented Dean. "She's always gotten good marks."
Blaise glanced back at the door to their Common Room before saying, "I'm surprised she isn't holed up in her room. Pansy had...a difficult summer."
~*~
Draco set his book aside and stretched to ease the tight muscles in his back and shoulders. The first week of classes had gone well enough. He and his fellow Eighth Years were mixed into classes with the Seventh Years. Draco was glad of the return to a familiar routine after the harrowing events of the past year. The only real problem he had was his enforced proximity to Potter due to the fact that they had to share a small room. Draco had long ago given up deluding himself that what he felt for the git was anything other than sheer attraction and sexual frustration. He wondered if shedding his virginity would ease the ache he felt in Potter's presence.
Most of his friends had lost their virginity by the time Sixth Year ended, but Draco had been a tad preoccupied that year. Last year, he had been intent on survival. He hadn't wanted to return to Hogwarts, but his mother had insisted, telling Draco it was up to him to salvage the Malfoy name. So here he was, in Dumbledore House, sharing relatively small quarters with more former enemies than friends, and confined to a tiny dorm room with the object of his unrequited lust.
Draco had been trying to keep to himself, despite Potter's efforts to include him in activities and engage him in conversation. Still, he couldn't stay in his dorm room the entire time, and he often found himself on the fringes of the activity in the Common Room. Draco had always enjoyed observing people, and he found himself fascinated with the interactions between the former Slytherins and their Gryffindor counterparts. Pansy was still wan and withdrawn, and it irked Draco to see how she allowed Granger to boss her around. He supposed it wasn't a bad thing, however, since he wondered if Pansy would have ever left her room without Granger there to drag her to her classes and the library and the Great Hall. Greg seemed to have transferred the entirety of his dog-like devotion from Draco to Weasley, and this both annoyed and amused Draco. He supposed he no longer needed a lackey cum bodyguard, but it was vexing to think he'd lost his minion to a Weasley. However, it was Weasley who had saved Greg's life, and Greg took his life debt seriously. Only Blaise seemed unaffected by the new dynamic he was surrounded with. He was still his usual suave, assured self, and Draco found he envied his friend that.
Draco enjoyed observing the former Gryffindors, as well. Finnegan and Thomas were quite firmly a couple, as were Weasley and Granger. The change in Longbottom was startling. Gone was the shy boy whom Draco had hexed without mercy when they were children, and in his place was a confident young man whom Draco wouldn't want to cross. The changes in Potter were fascinating, too. He smiled and laughed with an ease Draco couldn't recall seeing in him before, and his temper seemed to have mellowed. Draco had been careful not to wind him up, but he'd seen Potter adroitly deal with situations that would have left him fuming not two years ago.
As Draco pondered the merits of more studying, Potter wandered into their room and rummaged through his trunk, coming up with his Quidditch gear.
"We're going to play Quidditch, Draco," he said. "Come join us."
"Quidditch?" Draco repeated, faintly flushed at Potter's use of the word come, no matter how innocently intended it was. A spark of awareness and arousal sizzled along his nerve endings.
"Yes, we're going to take the Quaffle out and have a spot of fun," Potter told him. "We've even convinced the girls to come along."
Draco was flabbergasted at the thought of Pansy playing Quidditch. Rising to his feet, he said, "This, I must see."
~*~
Hermione had a death-grip on her broom. She'd never mastered the art of flying the way Ron and Harry had, and she wouldn't have agreed to this madcap game of Quidditch were it not for being able to get Pansy involved. Hermione was concerned about the other girl. She rarely spoke, and she barely ate, and it was apparent that she was losing weight. A couple times, Hermione had woken up in the night to hear Pansy whimpering in her sleep. She had assigned herself the task of watching out for Pansy, making sure she ate a little at each meal and that she kept up with her class work and brushed her teeth before bedtime.
Looking over at Pansy now, seated confidently on her broom with her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed, Hermione was glad she had allowed the boys to cajole them into this. They were playing five-on-five Quidditch without Seekers. Those who were experienced players were not allowed to play their usual positions, which is why Neville was the Keeper for his team, rather than Ron. Pansy had just outmaneuvered him to toss the Quaffle through the hoop, and she was clearly pleased with herself.
Neville scowled and shook his fist at Pansy. "You won't get one by me again, Parkinson!" he declared with a laugh.
Pansy giggled. "We'll see about that, Longbottom!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed shrewdly, and something clicked in her mind. Despite Pansy's usual silence, her dark eyes tended to follow Neville about the Common Room. Hermione had chalked it up to Nev's new-found confidence and grace, but perhaps there was more to it.
"It's getting dark," Harry called. "We should head in."
~*~
Rather than use any of the teams' dressing room, the members of Dumbledore House filed back into the castle to shower in their own bathrooms. Harry was pleased at how the guys were still chatting animatedly after their impromptu game, and he was especially amused to note that Seamus and Blaise had ganged up on Dean for some good-natured ribbing. They had engineered quite the feint to trick Dean and score on him for their team. Harry risked a glance at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Although Draco had seemed to enjoy the match, he was not participating so much in the conviviality now that it was over. Frankly, Harry had been surprised that Malfoy had agreed to play with them. He'd been trying to involve the former Slytherin in group activities, but Draco seemed to prefer his own company.
Knowing that Draco tended to linger in the showers, Harry hung back while the others filed out, wanting to speak to Draco before they returned to their room.
~tbc~
Sparks 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus, Neville, Blaise, Pansy, Greg
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 1495
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for drippingcherry, who provided a list of the following prompts: H/D, dirty talk, Quidditch gear, unestablished, Hogwarts-era, virgin!D, werewolf!D, snark, h/c, unrequited, happy ending, power play w/out toys or accessories, some of which fit nicely into this arc.
Summary: The students of Dumbledore House settle into new routines and dynamics.
While putting his things away, Harry tried to engage Draco in conversation. He gave up when he received only monosyllabic answers in reply. Once he'd finished his task, Harry returned to the Common Room to find that Seamus and Dean were already out there, canoodling on the sofa. Harry grinned at the pair. They had been dancing around one another for years in Gryffindor, and surviving a war had convinced them to finally take the plunge and settle into a relationship. Harry envied them what they had, but he certainly didn't begrudge his friends.
Hermione came breezing out of her room, towing a sullen Pansy in her wake. "We're off to the library!" she announced with far more cheer than was necessary.
"Better Parkinson than me," muttered Ron, exiting his room. Greg lumbered out after him and sank into one of the armchairs with a soft grunt. Ron flounced onto the other sofa, long legs stretched out before him.
Blaise sauntered out of his room. "Where's Pansy?" he asked, directing his question to Greg.
"She went to the library with Granger."
"Interesting," Blaise murmured, leaning indolently against the mantel over the fireplace.
"What's interesting?" asked Neville, coming out of the room he shared with Blaise.
"The girls are headed for the library," Harry told him, dropping into a chair opposite Greg. Neville pushed Ron's legs out of the way and took a seat at one end of the sofa. 'Now that's interesting,' Harry thought, surprised by the casual manner in which Nev had just made Ron defer to him. Their once stout and shy friend was now tall and lanky and carried himself with an air of confidence.
"That's no surprise," Neville laughed. "Hermione practically lives in the library."
"What's surprising is that Pansy went with her," Blaise interjected.
"Pansy seems studious," commented Dean. "She's always gotten good marks."
Blaise glanced back at the door to their Common Room before saying, "I'm surprised she isn't holed up in her room. Pansy had...a difficult summer."
~*~
Draco set his book aside and stretched to ease the tight muscles in his back and shoulders. The first week of classes had gone well enough. He and his fellow Eighth Years were mixed into classes with the Seventh Years. Draco was glad of the return to a familiar routine after the harrowing events of the past year. The only real problem he had was his enforced proximity to Potter due to the fact that they had to share a small room. Draco had long ago given up deluding himself that what he felt for the git was anything other than sheer attraction and sexual frustration. He wondered if shedding his virginity would ease the ache he felt in Potter's presence.
Most of his friends had lost their virginity by the time Sixth Year ended, but Draco had been a tad preoccupied that year. Last year, he had been intent on survival. He hadn't wanted to return to Hogwarts, but his mother had insisted, telling Draco it was up to him to salvage the Malfoy name. So here he was, in Dumbledore House, sharing relatively small quarters with more former enemies than friends, and confined to a tiny dorm room with the object of his unrequited lust.
Draco had been trying to keep to himself, despite Potter's efforts to include him in activities and engage him in conversation. Still, he couldn't stay in his dorm room the entire time, and he often found himself on the fringes of the activity in the Common Room. Draco had always enjoyed observing people, and he found himself fascinated with the interactions between the former Slytherins and their Gryffindor counterparts. Pansy was still wan and withdrawn, and it irked Draco to see how she allowed Granger to boss her around. He supposed it wasn't a bad thing, however, since he wondered if Pansy would have ever left her room without Granger there to drag her to her classes and the library and the Great Hall. Greg seemed to have transferred the entirety of his dog-like devotion from Draco to Weasley, and this both annoyed and amused Draco. He supposed he no longer needed a lackey cum bodyguard, but it was vexing to think he'd lost his minion to a Weasley. However, it was Weasley who had saved Greg's life, and Greg took his life debt seriously. Only Blaise seemed unaffected by the new dynamic he was surrounded with. He was still his usual suave, assured self, and Draco found he envied his friend that.
Draco enjoyed observing the former Gryffindors, as well. Finnegan and Thomas were quite firmly a couple, as were Weasley and Granger. The change in Longbottom was startling. Gone was the shy boy whom Draco had hexed without mercy when they were children, and in his place was a confident young man whom Draco wouldn't want to cross. The changes in Potter were fascinating, too. He smiled and laughed with an ease Draco couldn't recall seeing in him before, and his temper seemed to have mellowed. Draco had been careful not to wind him up, but he'd seen Potter adroitly deal with situations that would have left him fuming not two years ago.
As Draco pondered the merits of more studying, Potter wandered into their room and rummaged through his trunk, coming up with his Quidditch gear.
"We're going to play Quidditch, Draco," he said. "Come join us."
"Quidditch?" Draco repeated, faintly flushed at Potter's use of the word come, no matter how innocently intended it was. A spark of awareness and arousal sizzled along his nerve endings.
"Yes, we're going to take the Quaffle out and have a spot of fun," Potter told him. "We've even convinced the girls to come along."
Draco was flabbergasted at the thought of Pansy playing Quidditch. Rising to his feet, he said, "This, I must see."
~*~
Hermione had a death-grip on her broom. She'd never mastered the art of flying the way Ron and Harry had, and she wouldn't have agreed to this madcap game of Quidditch were it not for being able to get Pansy involved. Hermione was concerned about the other girl. She rarely spoke, and she barely ate, and it was apparent that she was losing weight. A couple times, Hermione had woken up in the night to hear Pansy whimpering in her sleep. She had assigned herself the task of watching out for Pansy, making sure she ate a little at each meal and that she kept up with her class work and brushed her teeth before bedtime.
Looking over at Pansy now, seated confidently on her broom with her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed, Hermione was glad she had allowed the boys to cajole them into this. They were playing five-on-five Quidditch without Seekers. Those who were experienced players were not allowed to play their usual positions, which is why Neville was the Keeper for his team, rather than Ron. Pansy had just outmaneuvered him to toss the Quaffle through the hoop, and she was clearly pleased with herself.
Neville scowled and shook his fist at Pansy. "You won't get one by me again, Parkinson!" he declared with a laugh.
Pansy giggled. "We'll see about that, Longbottom!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed shrewdly, and something clicked in her mind. Despite Pansy's usual silence, her dark eyes tended to follow Neville about the Common Room. Hermione had chalked it up to Nev's new-found confidence and grace, but perhaps there was more to it.
"It's getting dark," Harry called. "We should head in."
~*~
Rather than use any of the teams' dressing room, the members of Dumbledore House filed back into the castle to shower in their own bathrooms. Harry was pleased at how the guys were still chatting animatedly after their impromptu game, and he was especially amused to note that Seamus and Blaise had ganged up on Dean for some good-natured ribbing. They had engineered quite the feint to trick Dean and score on him for their team. Harry risked a glance at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Although Draco had seemed to enjoy the match, he was not participating so much in the conviviality now that it was over. Frankly, Harry had been surprised that Malfoy had agreed to play with them. He'd been trying to involve the former Slytherin in group activities, but Draco seemed to prefer his own company.
Knowing that Draco tended to linger in the showers, Harry hung back while the others filed out, wanting to speak to Draco before they returned to their room.
~tbc~
Sparks 3