Time Management
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
19,684
Reviews:
113
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Time Management
Disclaimer I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Well, here it is, one of the ones I promised! See, I keep my promises ;) This will be a semi-long fic, so stick with me? I promise not to be too slow on updates! :) Enjoy!
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"I HATE Potter!!!" The voice rang down the corridor and first years scuttled out of the way as a fuming Draco Malfoy stormed into the common room.
One look told you that he was seething with rage. The other Slytherins cowered in fear. They slunk away from him as he glared around the room, daring anyone to try him. When no one accepted the challenge, he stomped up to his dorm and slammed the door so hard the entire dungeon shook.
Blaise and Pansy were sitting in a far corner. They had watched the entire spectacle and exchanged a look.
"You go," Pansy offered graciously.
"Oh, no. Ladies first," Blaise countered. Pansy's fake smile transformed into an ugly sneer.
"He's your best friend," she snarled.
"He's your devoted," Blaise shot back.
Pansy scowled. "He is not. He's gay and you know it."
Blaise shrugged. "I'm not going," he said firmly. Pansy's eyes blazed and Blaise knew what was coming.
"You will go unless you want me to tell the entire house that you slept with a Gryffindor."
"You wouldn't!" exclaimed Blaise, his eyes wide.
Pansy sneered. "Oh, I would."
Blaise scowled for a minute before heaving himself off the chair and unwillingly following the direction Draco had taken. Pansy smiled in a satisfied kind of way as he retreated.
Blaise slowly climbed the stairs to the 7th year boys’ dormitories. He turned to the right a few feet before it though and quietly pushed the wall. It slid open. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief that Draco had not locked it.
He let himself into the room behind the door. The room was lavishly furnished, draped in green silk. It was immaculately clean. Blaise glanced around and saw Draco lying face-up on his bed. He still looked like he was mad, and Blaise was uneasy about approaching him in such a mood.
"Hey, Drake," Blaise said semi-cheerfully. Draco gave him a reproachful look. Blaise was the only person he allowed to call him Drake, and only in private. "So..." Blaise trailed away, not sure what to say. "What happened?"
Draco glared at him and snarled under his breath. Blaise raised an eyebrow. That bad?
"Fucking Harry Potter!" Draco growled menacingly through gritted teeth. Blaise sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. "I hate him so much! That fucking Golden Trio of his! I swear to Merlin, someday I'm going to kill them all!"
Blaise was taken aback at the outburst. Normally Draco seethed in silence until he formed a plan for revenge.
"What did they do?" Blaise asked.
"I was minding my own business, laughing at the Weasel because he'd just done a bad spell and ended up with a flower growing out of his head. Then the Mudblood turns on me and points her wand and then all of a sudden, I am standing in the courtyard wearing bright pink robes covered in flowers! Ever since she and the Weasel got together I can't do a damn thing! And Potter didn't do anything! He just stood there, looking like an idiot!"
Draco paused here to draw a breath before continuing. Blaise was beyond surprise. He'd never heard Draco this angry before.
"Potter, the saint, the idiot more like. So much for being a Gryffindor, hmm? He has no courage." Blaise watched as Draco finally finished his tirade and fell silent.
"I don't know what to tell you Drake," Blaise said. Draco huffed. Blaise knew that Draco was secretly in love with the raven haired boy. He had been since their first meeting on that fateful day in Diagon Alley.
He also knew that Draco would rather die than admit he had feelings for the Gryffindor Quidditch god. He often wondered if Draco knew that he was subconsciously throwing himself at the Golden Boy. The way he constantly watched him, studied his habits, followed his every move. Whenever he was asked about it, he would adamantly deny it and whoever asked somehow mysteriously ended up in the hospital wing shortly thereafter.
"If he'd just been my friend none of this would have happened!" Draco exclaimed. His mind was often brought back to their first meeting, and then after, the train ride. He lay awake at night sometimes, imagining what might have been, had he just acted a tiny bit differently.
"Well, you can't change the past," Blaise loftily. Draco sat up suddenly, an odd glint in his silver eyes. He snickered quietly for a minute as an evil idea hit him. His mouth curled into an evil smirk.
"Watch me."
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A/N: Please review and more will come! :)
A/N: Well, here it is, one of the ones I promised! See, I keep my promises ;) This will be a semi-long fic, so stick with me? I promise not to be too slow on updates! :) Enjoy!
~*~
"I HATE Potter!!!" The voice rang down the corridor and first years scuttled out of the way as a fuming Draco Malfoy stormed into the common room.
One look told you that he was seething with rage. The other Slytherins cowered in fear. They slunk away from him as he glared around the room, daring anyone to try him. When no one accepted the challenge, he stomped up to his dorm and slammed the door so hard the entire dungeon shook.
Blaise and Pansy were sitting in a far corner. They had watched the entire spectacle and exchanged a look.
"You go," Pansy offered graciously.
"Oh, no. Ladies first," Blaise countered. Pansy's fake smile transformed into an ugly sneer.
"He's your best friend," she snarled.
"He's your devoted," Blaise shot back.
Pansy scowled. "He is not. He's gay and you know it."
Blaise shrugged. "I'm not going," he said firmly. Pansy's eyes blazed and Blaise knew what was coming.
"You will go unless you want me to tell the entire house that you slept with a Gryffindor."
"You wouldn't!" exclaimed Blaise, his eyes wide.
Pansy sneered. "Oh, I would."
Blaise scowled for a minute before heaving himself off the chair and unwillingly following the direction Draco had taken. Pansy smiled in a satisfied kind of way as he retreated.
Blaise slowly climbed the stairs to the 7th year boys’ dormitories. He turned to the right a few feet before it though and quietly pushed the wall. It slid open. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief that Draco had not locked it.
He let himself into the room behind the door. The room was lavishly furnished, draped in green silk. It was immaculately clean. Blaise glanced around and saw Draco lying face-up on his bed. He still looked like he was mad, and Blaise was uneasy about approaching him in such a mood.
"Hey, Drake," Blaise said semi-cheerfully. Draco gave him a reproachful look. Blaise was the only person he allowed to call him Drake, and only in private. "So..." Blaise trailed away, not sure what to say. "What happened?"
Draco glared at him and snarled under his breath. Blaise raised an eyebrow. That bad?
"Fucking Harry Potter!" Draco growled menacingly through gritted teeth. Blaise sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. "I hate him so much! That fucking Golden Trio of his! I swear to Merlin, someday I'm going to kill them all!"
Blaise was taken aback at the outburst. Normally Draco seethed in silence until he formed a plan for revenge.
"What did they do?" Blaise asked.
"I was minding my own business, laughing at the Weasel because he'd just done a bad spell and ended up with a flower growing out of his head. Then the Mudblood turns on me and points her wand and then all of a sudden, I am standing in the courtyard wearing bright pink robes covered in flowers! Ever since she and the Weasel got together I can't do a damn thing! And Potter didn't do anything! He just stood there, looking like an idiot!"
Draco paused here to draw a breath before continuing. Blaise was beyond surprise. He'd never heard Draco this angry before.
"Potter, the saint, the idiot more like. So much for being a Gryffindor, hmm? He has no courage." Blaise watched as Draco finally finished his tirade and fell silent.
"I don't know what to tell you Drake," Blaise said. Draco huffed. Blaise knew that Draco was secretly in love with the raven haired boy. He had been since their first meeting on that fateful day in Diagon Alley.
He also knew that Draco would rather die than admit he had feelings for the Gryffindor Quidditch god. He often wondered if Draco knew that he was subconsciously throwing himself at the Golden Boy. The way he constantly watched him, studied his habits, followed his every move. Whenever he was asked about it, he would adamantly deny it and whoever asked somehow mysteriously ended up in the hospital wing shortly thereafter.
"If he'd just been my friend none of this would have happened!" Draco exclaimed. His mind was often brought back to their first meeting, and then after, the train ride. He lay awake at night sometimes, imagining what might have been, had he just acted a tiny bit differently.
"Well, you can't change the past," Blaise loftily. Draco sat up suddenly, an odd glint in his silver eyes. He snickered quietly for a minute as an evil idea hit him. His mouth curled into an evil smirk.
"Watch me."
~*~
A/N: Please review and more will come! :)