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Title : Boredom Kicks Ass
Author :
feed_me_bug
Rating : Just a bit R-ish. Suggestion
Warning : Slash, A tiny bit Crack-ish, Fluffy.
Pairing : H/D
Disclaimer : I am not J.K.R. I, sadly, am no genious like her.
Dedication :
lokifan, who requested one of the boys being smitten and getting mocked.
Comments : They really are fab. I'm fairly new and love to be told (nicely) how to improve and if I'm doing well.
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It had been a long day for Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived-To-Have-A-Fucked-Up-Romantic-Life.
Harry had defeated Voldermort at the start of his seventh year, and amazingly it had all fallen into place when he had. Gone was the gangly figure of a boy and he was slowly beginning to become toned and built. His green eyes weren’t hidden behind thick, round glasses that, as many slytherins had decided, had made him look like a bit of a toad after a while. His hair, which was a mess of raven, black locks, was now semi-tamed (a feat Harry was most proud of) to give him that just-shagged look which finished his ‘new look’ off nicely.
Now, it would be too simple and easy to say that Harry Potter had become perfect, because he was far from it. His odd temper sparked at random moments and was the cause of many a fight. Ron and Hermione had long ago become used to it, but newcomers in Harry’s life often paid the price.
He wasn’t mean or spiteful, and he never lashed out and hurt anyone. He’d just give a comment and then walk away, letting it take its own effect. In truth, and although it pained to admit it, he did it because he wanted what he’d lost. If he said something, something that would cause a brawl or a fight, a screaming match, then he’d get the same thrill as before. But it never came. People just shied away and cowered, letting Harry win. They didn’t ever fight back like he did.
He told himself it was just some weird, completely harmless phase he was going through. How could he like them like that? How could he think the blonde hair was attractive? How could he ache to reach out and see if it was as soft as it looked? How could those red lips look so deliriously delicious against the pale, almost white skin? He didn’t know. He did know, however, that Hermione would have the answer.
“Harry, if you’re just going to sit and stare at me like an idiot you can leave now, I’ve work to do, hence why I’m sitting on my own in the library.” Hermione sighed as she lifted her eyes up, looking over at green eyes that watched her like a hawk.
“Hermione….I…” Came Harry’s mumbled response. “Do you think a person could go…..well gay? Overnight?”
Hermione stared blankly at him, her expression that of utmost boredom. “Harry, if you’re trying to tell me you might be gay, I already know.” She looked away, engrossing herself in her work once more. “I figured it out around 5th year, you really did follow Malfoy around too much for your own good.” She paused for a moment, “You don’t do you? I mean, that would just be priceless…”
Harry’s head snapped up, fear and confusement muddled together across his face. “Malfoy? I didn’t follow Malfoy!” He laughed nervously, looking around, hoping that nobody was listening to the conversation. “And I hope, Hermione Jayne Granger, that you are not suggesting that I am…you know…gay for Malfoy, because I’m not…I’m not goddamit!” He hissed, his eyes wide and his hand moving over her parchment so that she couldn’t ignore him any longer. “I’ll prove it! I’ll snog the living daylights out of you right now…” He added quickly starting to get up before Hermione started to laugh.
Harry froze.
“Harry..Oh, Harry..” Hermione chuckled, her fingers splayed across her mouth as she tried to keep quiet. “Harry Potter, famous at Hogwarts for the rat-arse kiss he had with Cho Chang is….is…in love with Malfoy!” She finished with a squeal, earning them both a hasty glare from Miss Prince, the librarian.
Harry’s head fell onto the table, his arms lifting and wrapping around it. “It’s not fair Hermione, It’s not…I just can’t help it…” He whined.
“Oh! Harry, are you going to go ferreting!?” She squealed again, her laughter starting to become uncontrollable as she clutched at her stomach.
Harry jumped from his chair, “I’m glad you think it’s funny! My life is in turmoil and you laugh!” He yelled, before skulking out of the library and in the corridor. He wrapped his arms around himself as he walked, feeling the chill against his arms as he went.
Maybe I should just try it out with someone? Colin Creevy? Yeh, Creepy Creevy would be up for it, I bet…then I cou-
Harry’s mind stopped as his eyes landed on the blonde haired Adonis before him. Malfoy’s hair fell just over his eyes as he looked equally stunned at seeing Harry, his silver eyes boring into green ones.
To say Harry was surprised when Malfoy stepped forward, his red lips quirking elegantly into a smile, was an understatement. Harry’s heart pounded in his chest. Hell, it felt like some band had just started off a rendition of Mozart in there. Yet he stood firm, he couldn’t let Malfoy know anything, he couldn’t flinch or smile or damn well do anything that might suggest he had held anything other than hatred for the blonde angel that was the centre of so many wet dreams.
“Potter!” Draco, No! Malfoy. Damnit, Harry!, barked. “Want to go and fuck in the Charms classroom for a bit? Flitwick is in a meeting with Snape for a good hour and I overheard your little escapade with Granger.” He explained, examining his nails flippantly. “And I’m bored…..And you, my naïve little Gyrffindor, are rather too tempting for your own good. So…Shag session?”
Harry’s mind raced. Did Malfoy really want to take him to a classroom? To let him touch that perfect body, and stunningly beautiful lips?
“Potter,….I’m a very busy boy. Get moving. I want you on Flitwick’s desk, naked, and begging me to touch you…. ” He smirked, his tongue running teasingly over his top lip and his eyes scanning slowly down Harry’s form.
Harry didn’t need telling twice.
FINI
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OH! Hahah, I'm tempted to do a sequel and give the Charms Classroom a whack..Let me know if you think I should.