Idiot
Title: Idiot
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1500
Warning(s): None :)
Summary: Some people are just idiots
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. :)
“Fuck this,” Harry muttered and kicked the grass on the Pitch, almost dropping his broom.
“Calm down,” Ron warned under his breath, the voice of reason for once. Maybe dating Hermione was rubbing off on him in more ways than one.
“How can I calm down, Ron?” Harry asked through gritted teeth. “He won’t stop touching him.” Harry seethed, his teeth grinding in anger. “Now he’s leaning on him.”
Harry could feel Ron’s calculating gaze on him and flushed with embarrassment. And anger. Definitely anger.
Ignoring his best friend in favor of watching the display before him, Harry looked on as Zacharias Smith draped his body all over another blond-this one Slytherin and his gray eyes were glued to Harry.
The blond, Slytherin, bastard knew exactly what he was doing and Harry’s magic flared under the surface of his skin as the other man’s lips curled from a sneer into something sharp and cunning. He flashed Harry a brilliant smile before scooting closer to the manhandling Hufflepuff.
Harry wanted to burn down the Hufflepuff common room-he wanted to cast a charm on all Hufflepuffs to drown in a lake-he wanted to-to-to-
He wanted to punch Zacharias Smith in his stupid nose. Who seriously goes out in public with a nose like that?
A nose that was far too close to the Slytherin for Harry’s liking.
But he wasn’t jealous.
He was far from jealous.
Jealousy was on a completely different planet than the one he was on. If he were Mercury than jealousy would be Neptune…
His stomach churned and his nostrils flared, but he kept his hands from clenching into fists or grabbing for his wand-either one would result in bodily harm for the Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff that was currently sniffing at the Slytherin tosser’s hair and humming appreciatively.
Humming?
What a humming, stupid, idiotic, idiot!
Harry felt sorry for him-he really did. What kind of a moron goes around manhandling people-specifically blond prats-and sniffing their hair? Merlin, didn’t he know that he looked completely ridiculous with his arms around the Slytherin’s thin waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on the other man’s hipbones?
Harry was not jealous.
He was angry.
He was embarrassed for the performance the two men were putting on.
He pitied the stupid Hufflepuff that would not let the other man go!
Zacharias Smith, idiot of all idiots, needed to just-
“Let go,” Harry growled which was followed quickly by a snarl-the kind of snarl that a werewolf made when it hunted. Maybe he was hunting and his prey just happened to be a blond Hufflepuff?
Before he could stop himself-or Ron for that matter-Harry prowled over to the two men, leaving the gaping redhead to follow. He withdrew his wand and pushed the tip into the back of Smith’s neck, trying to contain his dangerously out of control magic.
“Harry, what are you-”
The glare Harry sent the Slytherin was enough to silence him, stamping out any stupid questions the prat might ask.
“Unhand him,” Harry ordered, his voice shaking.
“Excuse me,” Smith tried to argue, but Harry dug the wand into his neck harder. “Ow,” he whined and tried to turn around.
“I said,” Harry paused to stifle some of his anger, “unhand him.”
“Harry, this isn’t any of your business,” Smith tried again, his oily voice raking over Harry like hot coals. He ran a hand through his not-white-enough blond hair and shot the brunette a grin over his shoulder-the kind of grin that the winner shot the loser in a competition. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt my conversations with my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Harry asked, his green eyes seeking out gray as he took a step back from the couple. “Boyfriend?” he repeated and the heartbreak in his voice was palpable to anyone standing nearby. “He’s your boyfriend?” Harry asked the Slytherin.
“Harry,” Draco started to move toward the brunette, but the other blond stopped him with an arm around his waist. “Unless-do you have something you need to say-”
“When?” Harry whispered, wishing the ground would swallow him whole or he could escape on the broom he had dropped somewhere on the pitch. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was his best friend trying to bring a little comfort.
It didn’t help.
How could Draco have a boyfriend?
And his boyfriend was the stupid Hufflepuff?
It didn’t pass Harry’s notice that Draco was shooting daggers at Ron’s hand on his shoulder, his gray eyes glinting with anything but kindness. “What does it matter? You said that you-”
“Come on, Harry,” Ron urged, having heard this particular argument a thousand times and knowing what it did to his friend. Hell, even he wanted to punch Smith in his smug face. If anyone deserved that Hufflepuff it was the Slytherin idiot he was cuddling with.
Harry nodded dejectedly, his back sagged and his shoulders drooped as he turned toward the castle to leave the two lovebirds to their privacy. He retrieved his broom and Quidditch gloves from their spot on the grass and walked toward the castle feeling that each step forward was a nail in the coffin that was his relationship with Draco.
Was being the operative word.
After all, Draco never wanted to cuddle Harry in public like he did Smith.
“You doing all right?” Ron asked, his hand never leaving Harry’s shoulder as if the brunette would fall over without his support. “I could turn Smith’s face into a giant boil?”
For the first time since Quidditch practice had started, Harry let out a soft chuckle, a tiny smile splitting his face. “Make his arse the size of an elephant’s and you’ve got a deal.”
Ron pretended to think it over for a minute before snorting in laughter. “Deal, mate.”
They reached the castle in relative silence, Harry’s anger having been left behind on the Pitch and Ron not wanting to push his luck. It was easier that way. Eventually he would open up to the redhead about everything.
Just as Harry was about to disappear through the doors, he heard rumbling footsteps behind him. “Harry,” the person called out.
“Go away.”
“You didn’t let me explain,” Draco announced, his breath coming in wheezing pants.
He must have ran all the way from the pitch. Harry shook his head, but still didn’t turn around. He couldn’t handle seeing Draco and knowing that the blond belonged to someone else. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to handle that knowledge-Draco was it for him and had been for a long time.
Heaving a deep sigh, Harry opened and closed his mouth as he searched for the right words to convey to Draco that it was over. You have a boyfriend would have done the trick, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to utter that sentence. “There’s nothing to say,” he chewed his bottom lip. “I guess you made your choice.”
“But that’s just it,” Draco’s voice spoke directly into Harry’s ear, his arm snaking around the brunette’s waist. “Smith may be a catch and I know all the Hufflepuffs like him. And he has dreamy eyes and a body to die-”
Harry gnashed his teeth and tried to push Draco away from him.
“But,” Draco continued, holding Harry steadily against his chest, “He’s an idiot. And he’s not my boyfriend.”
Despite the tight hold Draco had around Harry’s midsection, the brunette turned to face Draco, their chests brushing against each other. “He’s not-you’re not-he’s not?”
The blond beamed at Harry and squeezed him a little tighter to his body. “He never was, Harry. He had asked me and before I could respond, you interrupted like a jealous git.”
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“You were jealous,” Draco intoned before glancing down at their chests. “I told him I already had a boyfriend,” Draco looked up at Harry through his too thick, too perfect eyelashes.
“What?” Harry roared, making Draco flinch. Who else could he be dating and how had they got to the blond first? “You fucking bastard,” his magic flitted to the surface and reached out at the blond, but instead of hurting him, Harry’s magic caressed him.
The blond smiled at Harry like he was the idiot-and not that stupid Hufflepuff-and leaned in until their lips were touching, but they weren’t kissing. “Don’t make a liar out of me,” Draco whispered against the brunette’s lips and searched his emerald green eyes.
Clutching at his robes to pull him closer, Harry captured Draco’s mouth with his, pouring all of his love, frustration, jealousy, and anger into that one earth shattering, knee buckling, mind blowing kiss.
It wasn’t until Potions the next day that Harry caught a glimpse of Zacharias Smith, sporting an elephant arse and a boil for a face.
Serves him right for being such an…
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1500
Warning(s): None :)
Summary: Some people are just idiots
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. :)
“Fuck this,” Harry muttered and kicked the grass on the Pitch, almost dropping his broom.
“Calm down,” Ron warned under his breath, the voice of reason for once. Maybe dating Hermione was rubbing off on him in more ways than one.
“How can I calm down, Ron?” Harry asked through gritted teeth. “He won’t stop touching him.” Harry seethed, his teeth grinding in anger. “Now he’s leaning on him.”
Harry could feel Ron’s calculating gaze on him and flushed with embarrassment. And anger. Definitely anger.
Ignoring his best friend in favor of watching the display before him, Harry looked on as Zacharias Smith draped his body all over another blond-this one Slytherin and his gray eyes were glued to Harry.
The blond, Slytherin, bastard knew exactly what he was doing and Harry’s magic flared under the surface of his skin as the other man’s lips curled from a sneer into something sharp and cunning. He flashed Harry a brilliant smile before scooting closer to the manhandling Hufflepuff.
Harry wanted to burn down the Hufflepuff common room-he wanted to cast a charm on all Hufflepuffs to drown in a lake-he wanted to-to-to-
He wanted to punch Zacharias Smith in his stupid nose. Who seriously goes out in public with a nose like that?
A nose that was far too close to the Slytherin for Harry’s liking.
But he wasn’t jealous.
He was far from jealous.
Jealousy was on a completely different planet than the one he was on. If he were Mercury than jealousy would be Neptune…
His stomach churned and his nostrils flared, but he kept his hands from clenching into fists or grabbing for his wand-either one would result in bodily harm for the Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff that was currently sniffing at the Slytherin tosser’s hair and humming appreciatively.
Humming?
What a humming, stupid, idiotic, idiot!
Harry felt sorry for him-he really did. What kind of a moron goes around manhandling people-specifically blond prats-and sniffing their hair? Merlin, didn’t he know that he looked completely ridiculous with his arms around the Slytherin’s thin waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on the other man’s hipbones?
Harry was not jealous.
He was angry.
He was embarrassed for the performance the two men were putting on.
He pitied the stupid Hufflepuff that would not let the other man go!
Zacharias Smith, idiot of all idiots, needed to just-
“Let go,” Harry growled which was followed quickly by a snarl-the kind of snarl that a werewolf made when it hunted. Maybe he was hunting and his prey just happened to be a blond Hufflepuff?
Before he could stop himself-or Ron for that matter-Harry prowled over to the two men, leaving the gaping redhead to follow. He withdrew his wand and pushed the tip into the back of Smith’s neck, trying to contain his dangerously out of control magic.
“Harry, what are you-”
The glare Harry sent the Slytherin was enough to silence him, stamping out any stupid questions the prat might ask.
“Unhand him,” Harry ordered, his voice shaking.
“Excuse me,” Smith tried to argue, but Harry dug the wand into his neck harder. “Ow,” he whined and tried to turn around.
“I said,” Harry paused to stifle some of his anger, “unhand him.”
“Harry, this isn’t any of your business,” Smith tried again, his oily voice raking over Harry like hot coals. He ran a hand through his not-white-enough blond hair and shot the brunette a grin over his shoulder-the kind of grin that the winner shot the loser in a competition. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt my conversations with my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Harry asked, his green eyes seeking out gray as he took a step back from the couple. “Boyfriend?” he repeated and the heartbreak in his voice was palpable to anyone standing nearby. “He’s your boyfriend?” Harry asked the Slytherin.
“Harry,” Draco started to move toward the brunette, but the other blond stopped him with an arm around his waist. “Unless-do you have something you need to say-”
“When?” Harry whispered, wishing the ground would swallow him whole or he could escape on the broom he had dropped somewhere on the pitch. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was his best friend trying to bring a little comfort.
It didn’t help.
How could Draco have a boyfriend?
And his boyfriend was the stupid Hufflepuff?
It didn’t pass Harry’s notice that Draco was shooting daggers at Ron’s hand on his shoulder, his gray eyes glinting with anything but kindness. “What does it matter? You said that you-”
“Come on, Harry,” Ron urged, having heard this particular argument a thousand times and knowing what it did to his friend. Hell, even he wanted to punch Smith in his smug face. If anyone deserved that Hufflepuff it was the Slytherin idiot he was cuddling with.
Harry nodded dejectedly, his back sagged and his shoulders drooped as he turned toward the castle to leave the two lovebirds to their privacy. He retrieved his broom and Quidditch gloves from their spot on the grass and walked toward the castle feeling that each step forward was a nail in the coffin that was his relationship with Draco.
Was being the operative word.
After all, Draco never wanted to cuddle Harry in public like he did Smith.
“You doing all right?” Ron asked, his hand never leaving Harry’s shoulder as if the brunette would fall over without his support. “I could turn Smith’s face into a giant boil?”
For the first time since Quidditch practice had started, Harry let out a soft chuckle, a tiny smile splitting his face. “Make his arse the size of an elephant’s and you’ve got a deal.”
Ron pretended to think it over for a minute before snorting in laughter. “Deal, mate.”
They reached the castle in relative silence, Harry’s anger having been left behind on the Pitch and Ron not wanting to push his luck. It was easier that way. Eventually he would open up to the redhead about everything.
Just as Harry was about to disappear through the doors, he heard rumbling footsteps behind him. “Harry,” the person called out.
“Go away.”
“You didn’t let me explain,” Draco announced, his breath coming in wheezing pants.
He must have ran all the way from the pitch. Harry shook his head, but still didn’t turn around. He couldn’t handle seeing Draco and knowing that the blond belonged to someone else. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to handle that knowledge-Draco was it for him and had been for a long time.
Heaving a deep sigh, Harry opened and closed his mouth as he searched for the right words to convey to Draco that it was over. You have a boyfriend would have done the trick, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to utter that sentence. “There’s nothing to say,” he chewed his bottom lip. “I guess you made your choice.”
“But that’s just it,” Draco’s voice spoke directly into Harry’s ear, his arm snaking around the brunette’s waist. “Smith may be a catch and I know all the Hufflepuffs like him. And he has dreamy eyes and a body to die-”
Harry gnashed his teeth and tried to push Draco away from him.
“But,” Draco continued, holding Harry steadily against his chest, “He’s an idiot. And he’s not my boyfriend.”
Despite the tight hold Draco had around Harry’s midsection, the brunette turned to face Draco, their chests brushing against each other. “He’s not-you’re not-he’s not?”
The blond beamed at Harry and squeezed him a little tighter to his body. “He never was, Harry. He had asked me and before I could respond, you interrupted like a jealous git.”
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“You were jealous,” Draco intoned before glancing down at their chests. “I told him I already had a boyfriend,” Draco looked up at Harry through his too thick, too perfect eyelashes.
“What?” Harry roared, making Draco flinch. Who else could he be dating and how had they got to the blond first? “You fucking bastard,” his magic flitted to the surface and reached out at the blond, but instead of hurting him, Harry’s magic caressed him.
The blond smiled at Harry like he was the idiot-and not that stupid Hufflepuff-and leaned in until their lips were touching, but they weren’t kissing. “Don’t make a liar out of me,” Draco whispered against the brunette’s lips and searched his emerald green eyes.
Clutching at his robes to pull him closer, Harry captured Draco’s mouth with his, pouring all of his love, frustration, jealousy, and anger into that one earth shattering, knee buckling, mind blowing kiss.
It wasn’t until Potions the next day that Harry caught a glimpse of Zacharias Smith, sporting an elephant arse and a boil for a face.
Serves him right for being such an…