Two for queerditch
I wrote two for queerditch_pub this time.
Potions Mishap -- Harry/Draco -- G
Harry couldn't remember. He knew he had to add something to the potion at exactly 1:23 or something terrible would happen to the it (so Snape said), but he couldn't remember what. Snape was in front of the board, blocking Harry’s view. Probably on purpose, Harry thought bitterly. There was no way he could ask Snape to move. Not only would that not go over well but he had five seconds until the aforementioned time.
Frantically, Harry grabbed the nearest ingredient, lacewing flies, and tossed a few in. He watched the potion bubble. Everything looked fine. Harry sighed in relief.
"Did you just add the lacewing flies?" Malfoy crackled, leaning over Harry's shoulder to peer into the cauldron. Harry nodded and scampered off his stool. Snape had just moved. He was supposed to add a mandrake root. "Yet another potion screw-up courtesy of scarhead. Classic." Malfoy smirked.
Harry backed away, his eyes trained on the cauldron. It was bubbling much more than it needed to be. The smirk slipped off Malfoy's face when he looked back at the potion. He tried moving but it was too late. The potion exploded, shooting everywhere.
Malfoy stood there, drenched from head to toe in bright orange liquid. Harry burst out in laughter. It served Malfoy right for deliberately walking over to mock him.
"Potter!" Snape snapped, swooping down the aisle to him. But Harry was busy giving Malfoy a strange look. The blond boy was looking him up and down with glazed eyes, mouth open, and fingers twitching. "Another mishap from you. That's ten points from Gryffindor."
Malfoy slinked forward, stopping just short of running into Harry, who didn't know what to do. He figured Malfoy was going to try killing him, but the look in Malfoy's eyes said otherwise. "You're looking very fit today, Potter," he purred, licking his lips.
Harry gulped. He would have to pay more attention to the potion instructions next time. As Snape sputtered and took more points from Gryffindor, Harry smiled slowly. Malfoy did look rather scrumptious with his hair hanging limp and potion trailing down his skin.
Garbage -- Pansy/Ginny -- PG
"You forgot to take out the garbage," Pansy said tersely, earning an eye roll from Ginny. "This is your week and you know it."
"I don't see why we have to take it out. Why can't we just banish it?" Ginny grumbled, making no move towards the garbage can.
Pansy huffed. "I told you. It still leaves traces of the trash. Banishing is not good for it." She placed a hand stubbornly on her hip. "And we've talked about this before. Remember what I said last time? If you bring it up again we won't shag for a week."
Ginny cracked a smile but grabbed the garbage bag anyway. "I'd like to see you try."
~~~five minutes later~~~
"What happened to not shagging for a week?" Ginny gasped between searing kisses. She landed unceremoniously on the couch, Pansy flopping on her and digging fingers under her jumper.
"You had to bloody wiggle your arse the whole time you were taking out the garbage," Pansy hissed, scorching a line down Ginny's neck.
Ginny let out a chuckle that turned into a moan. "I'll just have to take out the garbage more often, ay?"
Pansy pulled back and grinned down at her. "Then I won't have to take it out, it'll be taken care of, and I'll get to see you wiggle your arse." She pretended to muse on it. "That works for me."
Ginny felt very much like she'd received the short end of the deal.
Potions Mishap -- Harry/Draco -- G
Harry couldn't remember. He knew he had to add something to the potion at exactly 1:23 or something terrible would happen to the it (so Snape said), but he couldn't remember what. Snape was in front of the board, blocking Harry’s view. Probably on purpose, Harry thought bitterly. There was no way he could ask Snape to move. Not only would that not go over well but he had five seconds until the aforementioned time.
Frantically, Harry grabbed the nearest ingredient, lacewing flies, and tossed a few in. He watched the potion bubble. Everything looked fine. Harry sighed in relief.
"Did you just add the lacewing flies?" Malfoy crackled, leaning over Harry's shoulder to peer into the cauldron. Harry nodded and scampered off his stool. Snape had just moved. He was supposed to add a mandrake root. "Yet another potion screw-up courtesy of scarhead. Classic." Malfoy smirked.
Harry backed away, his eyes trained on the cauldron. It was bubbling much more than it needed to be. The smirk slipped off Malfoy's face when he looked back at the potion. He tried moving but it was too late. The potion exploded, shooting everywhere.
Malfoy stood there, drenched from head to toe in bright orange liquid. Harry burst out in laughter. It served Malfoy right for deliberately walking over to mock him.
"Potter!" Snape snapped, swooping down the aisle to him. But Harry was busy giving Malfoy a strange look. The blond boy was looking him up and down with glazed eyes, mouth open, and fingers twitching. "Another mishap from you. That's ten points from Gryffindor."
Malfoy slinked forward, stopping just short of running into Harry, who didn't know what to do. He figured Malfoy was going to try killing him, but the look in Malfoy's eyes said otherwise. "You're looking very fit today, Potter," he purred, licking his lips.
Harry gulped. He would have to pay more attention to the potion instructions next time. As Snape sputtered and took more points from Gryffindor, Harry smiled slowly. Malfoy did look rather scrumptious with his hair hanging limp and potion trailing down his skin.
Garbage -- Pansy/Ginny -- PG
"You forgot to take out the garbage," Pansy said tersely, earning an eye roll from Ginny. "This is your week and you know it."
"I don't see why we have to take it out. Why can't we just banish it?" Ginny grumbled, making no move towards the garbage can.
Pansy huffed. "I told you. It still leaves traces of the trash. Banishing is not good for it." She placed a hand stubbornly on her hip. "And we've talked about this before. Remember what I said last time? If you bring it up again we won't shag for a week."
Ginny cracked a smile but grabbed the garbage bag anyway. "I'd like to see you try."
~~~five minutes later~~~
"What happened to not shagging for a week?" Ginny gasped between searing kisses. She landed unceremoniously on the couch, Pansy flopping on her and digging fingers under her jumper.
"You had to bloody wiggle your arse the whole time you were taking out the garbage," Pansy hissed, scorching a line down Ginny's neck.
Ginny let out a chuckle that turned into a moan. "I'll just have to take out the garbage more often, ay?"
Pansy pulled back and grinned down at her. "Then I won't have to take it out, it'll be taken care of, and I'll get to see you wiggle your arse." She pretended to muse on it. "That works for me."
Ginny felt very much like she'd received the short end of the deal.