Happy Birthday, Megyal!
Title: Under Watch
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1770
Beta: Lovely B. Any mistakes left are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Draco has been released from Azkaban under one condition: being watched by the Golden Trio.
Warnings: Flangst. Pre-slash.
Author's Note: Written for megyal's birthday. Her promp t was Draco learns the rudiments and theory of cell-phones. This is what my Muse decided to inspire, though I'm sure it's not what you imagined when you gave me that prompt... I hope you like it!
Happy Birthday, Megyal!
"I still don't know why we have to take these stupid lessons," Ron complained all the way from Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall. "Isn't it enough that we were forced to come back for an eighth year when it was obvious we had already graduated with honours in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"Stop whining, Ron," Hermione protested. "You have done nothing but grumbling about this for a whole week, and I'm not sure I can stand it anymore."
"But you cannot deny that it's completely unfair!"
"Ron," Harry intervened. "The breakfast's already served, you know."
The red head blinked, forgetting momentarily about his problems and rushed towards a table full of yummy buns and tasty drinks. "How is it that, no matter how hard I try to make him shut up, it's always you convincing him to do so?" Hermione questioned.
"Maybe I know him better than you," Harry laughed. "At least, I know his stomach better than you." They both snickered and trotted into the hall together, finding Ron already gobbling up some pastries imported directly from Mallorca and sitting by his side.
"These are wonderful," he managed to articulate once he swallowed. "I don't think I've ever had any of them."
"It's because you are an uneducated teenager with too much testosterone and too little restraint," drawled a voice behind them. When the three of them turned around, they faced Draco Malfoy shaking his head as he took a seat at Gryffindor table.
"How not knowing what an ensaimada is qualifies as being uneducated?" Hermione asked, frowning.
"What the hell are you doing at our table?" Ron screeched at the same time, glaring at the intruder sitting at his right.
"Where were you this last summer, weasel?" Malfoy helped himself to a cup of tea and a piece of toast. "It was stated very clearly in my public trial that I was to return to Hogwarts and be closely watched by the Golden Trio themselves."
"I know that, thank you." Ron seemed about to jump on Malfoy, his fists clenching. "I mean it, why aren't you in your table?" Ron pointed to the Slytherin table, where a bunch of young students were busily having breakfast. "Do you enjoy yourself following us everywhere?"
Malfoy didn't reply; instead, he kept on delicately munching his toast, his eyes fixed on a seemingly interesting notch on the wooden table. Ron grumbled and Hermione elbowed him - she didn't want any animosity their last year, for they had had enough angst before Voldemort's defeat to last them four lifetimes. Harry, for his part, studied Malfoy's features with a pensive frown. Hermione had seen that before in her friend's face - she had witnessed the frown during Malfoy's trial, barely seconds before Harry stood up abruptly, interrupting the Chief Warlock's speech and demanding to be interrogated. Hermione hadn't been able to understand what was happening until Harry suggested to the Wizengamot that Malfoy would be better free but under watch than locked away in Azkaban. The subsequent consequence was that the eldest wizards and witches had decided that Draco Malfoy was to return to Hogwarts to finish his studies - the war's last year had been dismissed and everyone had to repeat it - and they had settled on Harry, Ron and Hermione to keep an eye on him.
Harry's frown didn't come undone when Malfoy got up and made to leave the table, it only deepened. Harry stood up as well and caught Malfoy's arm swiftly. "Let me go," Malfoy muttered.
"I want a word with you," Harry declared.
"I don't."
"Shame, because you're going to have it whether you like it or not." Harry dragged Malfoy along with him out of the Great Hall under the impenetrable gaze of the Headmistress, who then looked at Hermione. The bushy haired girl just shrugged, and McGonagall sighed.
When the two boys were out of the room and out of earshot, Harry stopped his walking, all the while grabbing Malfoy's arm. "I don't know what's going on, Malfoy, but I don't like it a little bit."
"Explicit as always, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "Care to tell me why you have so inelegantly shoved me out of the Great Hall?" The blond tried to get away, but Harry, frustrated, pushed him to the wall. "Ouch!"
"You're going to listen to me, Malfoy." Harry half-closed his eyes, the green barely visible. "It's been a week since we came back, and you are not socializing like you were supposed to. The Wizengamot set you free with the condition of you becoming a normal student, but you hardly talk to anyone apart from me, and it's always to insult!"
"Leave me alone, Potter," Malfoy shoved him back, trying to escape. "It's none of your business, no matter what you think you are bound to do, I need neither your advice nor your protection. Now let me go."
Harry was not about to step backwards, but Malfoy was determined to get past the Saviour and into the next lit corridor. The blond stepped forward, Harry imitated him, and all of a sudden they were leveled, Malfoy's nose slightly below Harry's, breathing on each other in an intimate moment. Harry felt a tightness in his chest, the same feeling he had experienced while attending Malfoy's trial back in June - the same need to run his fingers through soft blond locks, the urge to soothe the incipient creases in that perfect forehead.
He didn't act on his feelings. He numbly stepped aside and let Malfoy go away from him, with not a word spoken to keep him.
*-*-*-*-*
The first class that morning was Muggle Studies. Draco shook his head in despair - he had been forced to take that specific class as part of his redemption though what he really wanted was to be in Potions. Sadly, the Wizengamot had banned him from taking any subjects he could turn into Dark Magic. As if he were willing to perform any obscure spell ever again. He had had enough with a year full of threats.
He was still giddy from the encounter with Potter. He had spent the last week torturing the Gryffindors by sitting with them every morning at breakfast, for they were supposed to be watching him. But he hadn't expected Potter to react like that, to be that impulsive. Bloody Gryffindors, Draco thought. They always think they are right in every little sodding thing they do. Lost in his own thoughts, he entered the classroom.
"Hello, class," Ms Gralpoil greeted. "Please have a seat and get comfortable. Today we are going to learn something really interesting about Muggle technology."
"What? Did they learn to use their brain for once?" Draco said, earning a glare from the teacher.
"Mr Malfoy, you should keep quiet. Should I remind you that you are still under watch?" the teacher reprimanded him. As he bit his lower lip to keep himself from replying, the door opened and the Golden Trio entered. "You are late, Mr Potter."
"I'm sorry, Ms Gralpoil, the Headmistress wanted to talk to us," Potter offered as his friends sat down at the back of the class.
"Fine, but don't let it happen twice, Mr Potter. Now, take a seat beside Mr Malfoy and please pay attention. As I was saying, today we are going to learn the technique of cell phones. Of course, I expect some of you to know exactly how to operate with one of these," the teacher showed a bright red cell phone, "but I would like you to keep track with the explanation as well."
Draco snorted when he was given another red cellular, wishing he was allowed to use his wand in that particular class so he could Transfigure it into something more Slytherin-like. He shook his head again, manipulating the device with inexpert fingers.
"Not that way," Potter, by his side, warned. "You have to switch it on, and then click the numbers on the parchment you've been given."
"Thank you very much, Potter. I had that part covered."
"If you say so..."
The truth was, Draco didn't know how to use that tool of doom - it was even burning in his hands. He turned it around, watching at it closely, while around him the air filled with beeps and ringtones. "What the hell?!" he shrieked when Potter's cell started to buzz on his ear. "Could you take it far away from me?!"
"Sensitive, aren't we, Malfoy?" Potter said, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's just a ringtone, different from those of the regular phones, but not at all scary."
Malfoy snorted, glaring at his own cell. "I cannot make this work," he whispered, defeated.
"Maybe I could help you," Potter offered, his left hand already reaching for the device in Draco's grip. The touch was electric, Draco could feel the magic sweeping through him, out of Potter and into every pore of his pale skin. He inhaled deeply, a distinctly male scent reaching his nostrils, a pressure in his chest and in his groin, just before the heat wormed its way between them and the mobile phone became too hot to be held.
"What's happening?" he asked in a low voice, as his fingers still flexed around the burning material.
"I don't know," Potter answered in the same hushed tones, as smoke started to emanate from between their linked hands. Draco looked into the emerald eyes that were staring intently into his own grey ones, and felt the sudden want to lean in and capture the full lips half-parted in front of his in a searing kiss.
He couldn't believe it when Potter leant in too.
Just when they were about to meet halfway, Potter's head tilted to the right, the heat in their hands became finally unbearable and with a loud 'bang' the cell exploded. The jumped apart, afraid of burning, losing the complexity of the moment while the teacher yelled at them for not being careful with the instruments.
But neither of them were paying attention. Draco was drowning in a jade ocean, and Harry - for he could not be Potter ever again - was smiling softly, his scar almost invisible underneath thick fringe.
The class was dismissed soon after their accident, and they both waited for the rest of students to leave, pretending to be gathering their things while only paying half an ear to Ms Gralpoil as she scolded them. When they left the room, the shadow of a shy hand insinuated on Draco's. He hummed happily all the way to the Great Hall.
Maybe it wasn't that bad to be under Harry Potter's watch.
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1770
Beta: Lovely B. Any mistakes left are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Draco has been released from Azkaban under one condition: being watched by the Golden Trio.
Warnings: Flangst. Pre-slash.
Author's Note: Written for megyal's birthday. Her promp t was Draco learns the rudiments and theory of cell-phones. This is what my Muse decided to inspire, though I'm sure it's not what you imagined when you gave me that prompt... I hope you like it!
Happy Birthday, Megyal!
"I still don't know why we have to take these stupid lessons," Ron complained all the way from Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall. "Isn't it enough that we were forced to come back for an eighth year when it was obvious we had already graduated with honours in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"Stop whining, Ron," Hermione protested. "You have done nothing but grumbling about this for a whole week, and I'm not sure I can stand it anymore."
"But you cannot deny that it's completely unfair!"
"Ron," Harry intervened. "The breakfast's already served, you know."
The red head blinked, forgetting momentarily about his problems and rushed towards a table full of yummy buns and tasty drinks. "How is it that, no matter how hard I try to make him shut up, it's always you convincing him to do so?" Hermione questioned.
"Maybe I know him better than you," Harry laughed. "At least, I know his stomach better than you." They both snickered and trotted into the hall together, finding Ron already gobbling up some pastries imported directly from Mallorca and sitting by his side.
"These are wonderful," he managed to articulate once he swallowed. "I don't think I've ever had any of them."
"It's because you are an uneducated teenager with too much testosterone and too little restraint," drawled a voice behind them. When the three of them turned around, they faced Draco Malfoy shaking his head as he took a seat at Gryffindor table.
"How not knowing what an ensaimada is qualifies as being uneducated?" Hermione asked, frowning.
"What the hell are you doing at our table?" Ron screeched at the same time, glaring at the intruder sitting at his right.
"Where were you this last summer, weasel?" Malfoy helped himself to a cup of tea and a piece of toast. "It was stated very clearly in my public trial that I was to return to Hogwarts and be closely watched by the Golden Trio themselves."
"I know that, thank you." Ron seemed about to jump on Malfoy, his fists clenching. "I mean it, why aren't you in your table?" Ron pointed to the Slytherin table, where a bunch of young students were busily having breakfast. "Do you enjoy yourself following us everywhere?"
Malfoy didn't reply; instead, he kept on delicately munching his toast, his eyes fixed on a seemingly interesting notch on the wooden table. Ron grumbled and Hermione elbowed him - she didn't want any animosity their last year, for they had had enough angst before Voldemort's defeat to last them four lifetimes. Harry, for his part, studied Malfoy's features with a pensive frown. Hermione had seen that before in her friend's face - she had witnessed the frown during Malfoy's trial, barely seconds before Harry stood up abruptly, interrupting the Chief Warlock's speech and demanding to be interrogated. Hermione hadn't been able to understand what was happening until Harry suggested to the Wizengamot that Malfoy would be better free but under watch than locked away in Azkaban. The subsequent consequence was that the eldest wizards and witches had decided that Draco Malfoy was to return to Hogwarts to finish his studies - the war's last year had been dismissed and everyone had to repeat it - and they had settled on Harry, Ron and Hermione to keep an eye on him.
Harry's frown didn't come undone when Malfoy got up and made to leave the table, it only deepened. Harry stood up as well and caught Malfoy's arm swiftly. "Let me go," Malfoy muttered.
"I want a word with you," Harry declared.
"I don't."
"Shame, because you're going to have it whether you like it or not." Harry dragged Malfoy along with him out of the Great Hall under the impenetrable gaze of the Headmistress, who then looked at Hermione. The bushy haired girl just shrugged, and McGonagall sighed.
When the two boys were out of the room and out of earshot, Harry stopped his walking, all the while grabbing Malfoy's arm. "I don't know what's going on, Malfoy, but I don't like it a little bit."
"Explicit as always, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "Care to tell me why you have so inelegantly shoved me out of the Great Hall?" The blond tried to get away, but Harry, frustrated, pushed him to the wall. "Ouch!"
"You're going to listen to me, Malfoy." Harry half-closed his eyes, the green barely visible. "It's been a week since we came back, and you are not socializing like you were supposed to. The Wizengamot set you free with the condition of you becoming a normal student, but you hardly talk to anyone apart from me, and it's always to insult!"
"Leave me alone, Potter," Malfoy shoved him back, trying to escape. "It's none of your business, no matter what you think you are bound to do, I need neither your advice nor your protection. Now let me go."
Harry was not about to step backwards, but Malfoy was determined to get past the Saviour and into the next lit corridor. The blond stepped forward, Harry imitated him, and all of a sudden they were leveled, Malfoy's nose slightly below Harry's, breathing on each other in an intimate moment. Harry felt a tightness in his chest, the same feeling he had experienced while attending Malfoy's trial back in June - the same need to run his fingers through soft blond locks, the urge to soothe the incipient creases in that perfect forehead.
He didn't act on his feelings. He numbly stepped aside and let Malfoy go away from him, with not a word spoken to keep him.
*-*-*-*-*
The first class that morning was Muggle Studies. Draco shook his head in despair - he had been forced to take that specific class as part of his redemption though what he really wanted was to be in Potions. Sadly, the Wizengamot had banned him from taking any subjects he could turn into Dark Magic. As if he were willing to perform any obscure spell ever again. He had had enough with a year full of threats.
He was still giddy from the encounter with Potter. He had spent the last week torturing the Gryffindors by sitting with them every morning at breakfast, for they were supposed to be watching him. But he hadn't expected Potter to react like that, to be that impulsive. Bloody Gryffindors, Draco thought. They always think they are right in every little sodding thing they do. Lost in his own thoughts, he entered the classroom.
"Hello, class," Ms Gralpoil greeted. "Please have a seat and get comfortable. Today we are going to learn something really interesting about Muggle technology."
"What? Did they learn to use their brain for once?" Draco said, earning a glare from the teacher.
"Mr Malfoy, you should keep quiet. Should I remind you that you are still under watch?" the teacher reprimanded him. As he bit his lower lip to keep himself from replying, the door opened and the Golden Trio entered. "You are late, Mr Potter."
"I'm sorry, Ms Gralpoil, the Headmistress wanted to talk to us," Potter offered as his friends sat down at the back of the class.
"Fine, but don't let it happen twice, Mr Potter. Now, take a seat beside Mr Malfoy and please pay attention. As I was saying, today we are going to learn the technique of cell phones. Of course, I expect some of you to know exactly how to operate with one of these," the teacher showed a bright red cell phone, "but I would like you to keep track with the explanation as well."
Draco snorted when he was given another red cellular, wishing he was allowed to use his wand in that particular class so he could Transfigure it into something more Slytherin-like. He shook his head again, manipulating the device with inexpert fingers.
"Not that way," Potter, by his side, warned. "You have to switch it on, and then click the numbers on the parchment you've been given."
"Thank you very much, Potter. I had that part covered."
"If you say so..."
The truth was, Draco didn't know how to use that tool of doom - it was even burning in his hands. He turned it around, watching at it closely, while around him the air filled with beeps and ringtones. "What the hell?!" he shrieked when Potter's cell started to buzz on his ear. "Could you take it far away from me?!"
"Sensitive, aren't we, Malfoy?" Potter said, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's just a ringtone, different from those of the regular phones, but not at all scary."
Malfoy snorted, glaring at his own cell. "I cannot make this work," he whispered, defeated.
"Maybe I could help you," Potter offered, his left hand already reaching for the device in Draco's grip. The touch was electric, Draco could feel the magic sweeping through him, out of Potter and into every pore of his pale skin. He inhaled deeply, a distinctly male scent reaching his nostrils, a pressure in his chest and in his groin, just before the heat wormed its way between them and the mobile phone became too hot to be held.
"What's happening?" he asked in a low voice, as his fingers still flexed around the burning material.
"I don't know," Potter answered in the same hushed tones, as smoke started to emanate from between their linked hands. Draco looked into the emerald eyes that were staring intently into his own grey ones, and felt the sudden want to lean in and capture the full lips half-parted in front of his in a searing kiss.
He couldn't believe it when Potter leant in too.
Just when they were about to meet halfway, Potter's head tilted to the right, the heat in their hands became finally unbearable and with a loud 'bang' the cell exploded. The jumped apart, afraid of burning, losing the complexity of the moment while the teacher yelled at them for not being careful with the instruments.
But neither of them were paying attention. Draco was drowning in a jade ocean, and Harry - for he could not be Potter ever again - was smiling softly, his scar almost invisible underneath thick fringe.
The class was dismissed soon after their accident, and they both waited for the rest of students to leave, pretending to be gathering their things while only paying half an ear to Ms Gralpoil as she scolded them. When they left the room, the shadow of a shy hand insinuated on Draco's. He hummed happily all the way to the Great Hall.
Maybe it wasn't that bad to be under Harry Potter's watch.