Clark Kent and The Sexy Slytherin 1.6
Sex comming soon...as in next sextion.
~~~
The answer was not very well.
He walked back to his house tower in a daze.
“Guess I’ve got some ‘splaining to do.” He told himself as he nearly stumbled into someone on the way into the Griffindor common room.
“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know...” The boy got a good look at him and his voice choked off.
“Know what?”
“Er, that is to say, um, I...” The boy’s face reddened.
Clark waited as the shy boy tried to say whatever it was he wanted.
“Pass...pass...”
The eyes looked from him back to the picture until Clark figured out the connection.
“Oh? You forgot the password?”
The head only nodded, the brown eyes downturned.
“Mystical mucus?” He felt kinda dumb saying it to a picture, but he knew there was his dorm room inside. Clark had gotten one single, explaining vaguely to the Dumbledore man that it would be best because he snored horribly. He wasn’t sure if the man believed him, but he got his wish.
“Tha-than-tha-k-you!”
“Are you feeling okay?”
The boy ran in before Clark suggested he go lie down.
Definitely one of those days.
No sooner had he stepped into the Griffindor common room then Hermione started in on him.
“Who is it? Harry and Ron have clammed up and won’t say.”
There were a couple of new faces sneaking glances at him in the room, but he figured it would come out in the next few days. Especially with Lex pouncing on him in the hallways with barely a moments notice. Not that Clark minded.
“It’s Lex.” He said with a grin.
Hermione did an amusing mimic of a fish trying to talk. No air seemed to come out.
The conversations in the room fell silent.
“Luthor? But he’s-”
“Slytherin!” Ron shouted as he came down the stairs with a stomping Harry.
“So?” Clark knew he was pouting a bit. He heard a couple of sighs around the room from girls and boys alike.
“Are you deaf?” Ron made a punching motion. “That lot is bad news, mate!”
Clark dropped his backpack down by one corner of the table and pulled out his History homework.
“Look. You’re new here. You obviously don’t know that most Slytherins turn out in league with Vold-“
Clark started the first and second paragraph half-listening while Harry went on a bender on an evil magician with a world domination complex. How nice must it be to only have one enemy, even if he was all powerful.
“Voldsmort? Yeah, Chloe mentioned something about a bad guy-”
Giggles filled the lodge.
“Great, all I had to do was make fun of his name to get people not to be afraid of it.” Harry shook his head.
“Oh, and sorry about not being potions partners with you, Harry. But I really need at least a passing mark for the class. Nothing personal.”
“I don’t see how you could have picked a Slytherin over Harry.” Ron fumed.
“I didn’t see you sit with him either. I thought you were friends?”
“We are! It’s just that-“
“He offered to give me tutoring if I had trouble. I’m sure Lex wouldn’t mind Harry getting some extra lessons too. Mr. Snape doesn’t seem like he’d do anything to help.”
“That’s true, but I doubt it. Luthor only wants to teach you the finer arts of snogging.” The boy with glasses remarked.
“Maybe. But Snape had no complaints about our work today.” He dipped the quill in his ink carefully, and wrote out other examples of magical maleficence and their punishments quite steadily with only a few blotches.
“That man won’t give you a good grade no matter what!” Ron exploded.
“That’s not true.” Hermione said.
“Says you, Ms. Perfect!”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Just because you always put off doing your work doesn’t mean that you should take it out on me!”
Ron swallowed.
“What’s all the noise about?”
The Asian girl he’d seen earlier was now dressed in lavender, and came to sit next to Ron in a familiar way, holding his hand. Harry seemed to hunch in a little as he scooted over for her.
“Who are you?” Clark asked.
She smiled. “Cho-Chang. I’m in Ravenclaw, and Ron’s my boyfriend.”
“I’m going to the library.” Hermione said in a huff.
“I’m done with my essay, I’ll go with you. I need some books on-“
“Already?” Ron raised his hands.
“Strong memory. See you guys at dinner.”
Hermione was muttering curses under her breath by the time Clark caught up to her.
“He’ll never change.” She smiled and frowned at the same time, and Clark felt sorry for her.
“Who?”
“Doesn’t matter. But we look out for our own. I know you like him, but just be careful.”
“Guess I should give them some time to take it in before Lex comes by for chess after dinner.”
Hermione only shook her head and laughed.
“A Slytherin in our common room. Miss McGonagall will have conniptions.”
“But he can come?”
“There’s no rule against Houses visiting each other.”
“Great.”
Because with or without the School’s permission, Clark had a feeling that very soon he and Lex would be spending a long, long, time in each other’s rooms. And in the showers.
Only two more hours to dinner!
He hoped he didn’t explode first.
~~~
The answer was not very well.
He walked back to his house tower in a daze.
“Guess I’ve got some ‘splaining to do.” He told himself as he nearly stumbled into someone on the way into the Griffindor common room.
“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know...” The boy got a good look at him and his voice choked off.
“Know what?”
“Er, that is to say, um, I...” The boy’s face reddened.
Clark waited as the shy boy tried to say whatever it was he wanted.
“Pass...pass...”
The eyes looked from him back to the picture until Clark figured out the connection.
“Oh? You forgot the password?”
The head only nodded, the brown eyes downturned.
“Mystical mucus?” He felt kinda dumb saying it to a picture, but he knew there was his dorm room inside. Clark had gotten one single, explaining vaguely to the Dumbledore man that it would be best because he snored horribly. He wasn’t sure if the man believed him, but he got his wish.
“Tha-than-tha-k-you!”
“Are you feeling okay?”
The boy ran in before Clark suggested he go lie down.
Definitely one of those days.
No sooner had he stepped into the Griffindor common room then Hermione started in on him.
“Who is it? Harry and Ron have clammed up and won’t say.”
There were a couple of new faces sneaking glances at him in the room, but he figured it would come out in the next few days. Especially with Lex pouncing on him in the hallways with barely a moments notice. Not that Clark minded.
“It’s Lex.” He said with a grin.
Hermione did an amusing mimic of a fish trying to talk. No air seemed to come out.
The conversations in the room fell silent.
“Luthor? But he’s-”
“Slytherin!” Ron shouted as he came down the stairs with a stomping Harry.
“So?” Clark knew he was pouting a bit. He heard a couple of sighs around the room from girls and boys alike.
“Are you deaf?” Ron made a punching motion. “That lot is bad news, mate!”
Clark dropped his backpack down by one corner of the table and pulled out his History homework.
“Look. You’re new here. You obviously don’t know that most Slytherins turn out in league with Vold-“
Clark started the first and second paragraph half-listening while Harry went on a bender on an evil magician with a world domination complex. How nice must it be to only have one enemy, even if he was all powerful.
“Voldsmort? Yeah, Chloe mentioned something about a bad guy-”
Giggles filled the lodge.
“Great, all I had to do was make fun of his name to get people not to be afraid of it.” Harry shook his head.
“Oh, and sorry about not being potions partners with you, Harry. But I really need at least a passing mark for the class. Nothing personal.”
“I don’t see how you could have picked a Slytherin over Harry.” Ron fumed.
“I didn’t see you sit with him either. I thought you were friends?”
“We are! It’s just that-“
“He offered to give me tutoring if I had trouble. I’m sure Lex wouldn’t mind Harry getting some extra lessons too. Mr. Snape doesn’t seem like he’d do anything to help.”
“That’s true, but I doubt it. Luthor only wants to teach you the finer arts of snogging.” The boy with glasses remarked.
“Maybe. But Snape had no complaints about our work today.” He dipped the quill in his ink carefully, and wrote out other examples of magical maleficence and their punishments quite steadily with only a few blotches.
“That man won’t give you a good grade no matter what!” Ron exploded.
“That’s not true.” Hermione said.
“Says you, Ms. Perfect!”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Just because you always put off doing your work doesn’t mean that you should take it out on me!”
Ron swallowed.
“What’s all the noise about?”
The Asian girl he’d seen earlier was now dressed in lavender, and came to sit next to Ron in a familiar way, holding his hand. Harry seemed to hunch in a little as he scooted over for her.
“Who are you?” Clark asked.
She smiled. “Cho-Chang. I’m in Ravenclaw, and Ron’s my boyfriend.”
“I’m going to the library.” Hermione said in a huff.
“I’m done with my essay, I’ll go with you. I need some books on-“
“Already?” Ron raised his hands.
“Strong memory. See you guys at dinner.”
Hermione was muttering curses under her breath by the time Clark caught up to her.
“He’ll never change.” She smiled and frowned at the same time, and Clark felt sorry for her.
“Who?”
“Doesn’t matter. But we look out for our own. I know you like him, but just be careful.”
“Guess I should give them some time to take it in before Lex comes by for chess after dinner.”
Hermione only shook her head and laughed.
“A Slytherin in our common room. Miss McGonagall will have conniptions.”
“But he can come?”
“There’s no rule against Houses visiting each other.”
“Great.”
Because with or without the School’s permission, Clark had a feeling that very soon he and Lex would be spending a long, long, time in each other’s rooms. And in the showers.
Only two more hours to dinner!
He hoped he didn’t explode first.