Kate!Fic | Moves Like Corner (1/1) | Reilly/Michael | Teen
Title: Moves Likes Corner (1/1)
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Reilly Chambers, Michael Corner
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 342
Summary: He was very lucky she liked him enough to go through this crap.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles. Characters based on those played at pinksheep_wench where Reilly is mine and Michael is played by elle_blessing.
Sneaking back in from a trip to the kitchens, it only took a moment for the seventh year to realize that the Common Room was occupied. There was no way to cut through without disrupting the amorous interlude going on and while normally Reilly wouldn't think twice about busting in on one of the many pairs of horny teenagers in her House, a quick glance at the plush sofa revealed a very familiar head of slightly too long hair and more of her best friend's skin than she'd been privy to in the past.
With a silent sigh, she sank down to the floor and tried to focus on anything other than the giggles and murmurs, the soft moans and low grunts coming from Michael and whatever blonde had captured his attention. He never sought out girls, but her friend had a charisma about him that always seemed to have them circling. Reilly couldn't say how often Michael let himself be caught, but she could've happily gone through life without having to witness it.
What I wouldn't give for Potter's bloody cloak right about now, she thought, cringing as the sounds got louder before a shhh brought on more giggles.
Kill me.
She covered her ears, squeezed her eyes closed as she mentally reviewed all the hexes she could use to get them to finish already. Even that wasn't enough to keep out the audiological proof that Michael Corner really was good at everything he did. The bastard. Reilly kept her eyes closed a few more minutes, until she heard footsteps fading. When the sounds faded, she stretched up from her crouch and started for her dorm.
"Goodnight, Rei."
The voice made her jump and Reilly whirled toward the sound. Ice-blue eyes twinkled at her even through the darkness, attached to the rumpled bloke pulling a hand-rolled smoke from his pocket.
"Oh piss off, loverboy," she snapped, glaring a moment before continuing on her way.
She wasn't quite to her room when his laughter reached her ears. He was very lucky she liked him.
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Reilly Chambers, Michael Corner
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 342
Summary: He was very lucky she liked him enough to go through this crap.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles. Characters based on those played at pinksheep_wench where Reilly is mine and Michael is played by elle_blessing.
Sneaking back in from a trip to the kitchens, it only took a moment for the seventh year to realize that the Common Room was occupied. There was no way to cut through without disrupting the amorous interlude going on and while normally Reilly wouldn't think twice about busting in on one of the many pairs of horny teenagers in her House, a quick glance at the plush sofa revealed a very familiar head of slightly too long hair and more of her best friend's skin than she'd been privy to in the past.
With a silent sigh, she sank down to the floor and tried to focus on anything other than the giggles and murmurs, the soft moans and low grunts coming from Michael and whatever blonde had captured his attention. He never sought out girls, but her friend had a charisma about him that always seemed to have them circling. Reilly couldn't say how often Michael let himself be caught, but she could've happily gone through life without having to witness it.
What I wouldn't give for Potter's bloody cloak right about now, she thought, cringing as the sounds got louder before a shhh brought on more giggles.
Kill me.
She covered her ears, squeezed her eyes closed as she mentally reviewed all the hexes she could use to get them to finish already. Even that wasn't enough to keep out the audiological proof that Michael Corner really was good at everything he did. The bastard. Reilly kept her eyes closed a few more minutes, until she heard footsteps fading. When the sounds faded, she stretched up from her crouch and started for her dorm.
"Goodnight, Rei."
The voice made her jump and Reilly whirled toward the sound. Ice-blue eyes twinkled at her even through the darkness, attached to the rumpled bloke pulling a hand-rolled smoke from his pocket.
"Oh piss off, loverboy," she snapped, glaring a moment before continuing on her way.
She wasn't quite to her room when his laughter reached her ears. He was very lucky she liked him.