H/D ficlet...
HOW MANY WAYS
Harry. Draco. And what they can and can't verbalize.
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They don’t always run into each other in the hall, but when they do, the insults always fly fast and thick. Harry wonders how many ways you can say hate someone. They haven’t run out of slurs yet.
“Potter, you’re looking just as wonderfully awful as usual.”
Beat.
“Malfoy, stop stinking up the hall with that cologne.”
Beat.
“Learned any first year spells to comb your shag mop yet?”
Beat.
“At least I don’t spread tire grease on my head.”
Beat.
“Potter, get out of my way...or get it!”
Beat.
“Make me, Malfoy.”
Beat.
“Fancy a pounding at the astronomy tower tonight?”
Beat.
“You better be prepared for anything, Malfoy.”
Beat.
Harry also wonders why more and more often these encounters leave him breathless. And how many possibilities there are that you can say two different things at the same time.
They haven’t run out of ways yet.
~~~
Harry. Draco. And what they can and can't verbalize.
~~~
They don’t always run into each other in the hall, but when they do, the insults always fly fast and thick. Harry wonders how many ways you can say hate someone. They haven’t run out of slurs yet.
“Potter, you’re looking just as wonderfully awful as usual.”
Beat.
“Malfoy, stop stinking up the hall with that cologne.”
Beat.
“Learned any first year spells to comb your shag mop yet?”
Beat.
“At least I don’t spread tire grease on my head.”
Beat.
“Potter, get out of my way...or get it!”
Beat.
“Make me, Malfoy.”
Beat.
“Fancy a pounding at the astronomy tower tonight?”
Beat.
“You better be prepared for anything, Malfoy.”
Beat.
Harry also wonders why more and more often these encounters leave him breathless. And how many possibilities there are that you can say two different things at the same time.
They haven’t run out of ways yet.
~~~