Scattered

Author's Note: Let's start with something I find rather amusing, shall we? Remember, each chapter is a different, incomplete story.

The First Untitled

I was the broken moment in the windowless room. Your attempts to save me brought you nothing. I am the futile dream of everything you could ever want. I am the things you can never have.


Sunlight cast itself hard against the side of the castle. Spring dawning suddenly on Hogwarts killed the ice and snow draped over ancient walls and even older grounds, until there was nothing but stripes and mounds of white. Until even that was melted and splattered along the bottom edges of students’ cloaks.

Harry Potter always had a rough time with this point of the year, when he crossed the yard to get from his Gryffindor towers to the Slytherin Dungeons for Potions. Fellow students with nothing better to do, those who lucked out in gaining a free period this bright morning, set spells and made every attempt to knock their friends and classmates into the mud. Of course, no one ever intentionally went after the Great And Amazing Harry Potter. Trouble found him without anyone else’s help, thank you very much.

And today it deemed to find him in his ever-the-favorite form; Draco Malfoy. The blonde had had a continuous growth spurt (though spurt would seem to be the wrong term, since the boy never seemed to stop growing), and when Harry had his first unfortunate encounter with the platinum blonde of the day, it had been the ever graceful meeting of Harry Potter’s Nose to Draco Malfoy’s Chest.

Hello. I’m Sorry. Goddamn You’re Still Hot. I’ll Take Your Insults, Please, Sir, I Want Some More. Thanks, Malfoy, See You In Class, Now Keep Walking So I Can Try To Spot Your Ass Under Those Robes.

While Harry was sure he wasn’t gay (he’d liked Cho, after all, right?), he wasn't going to claim that he was straight as an arrow.