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Adult +
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7,451
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89
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Potions Detention
Author's Story: Aw jeez, I'm so sorry, dear readers, that this chapter took soooo loonnnngg!! I've been trying to work on it, but everytime I write a sentence, I get inspiration for my other series, and zoom off I go to write some for The End. *sigh* So today, even though I have piles of homework, I wrote this chapter. Phew. Seriously, that took too long for even my own comfort. -_-
Enjoy. XD
----Chapter 9: Potions Detention----
Harry walked grudgingly into Potions detention. Seeing the room empty, he supposed that Snape would sneak in to check if he was actually working. Not wanting to make him any angrier, Harry hurriedly snatched up the pile of rags that stood on a desk, obviously for him, and started cleaning every nook and cranny of the stupid place.
It was well past half an hour when the door banged open. Harry, who had took off his robes and gray sweater in the heat (which was odd, seeing that it was the dungeons. Peeves must be messing with some switches again, thought Harry) and was just wearing the white button-up shirt with his tie untied, looked up expecting to see Snape float in and start criticizing him.
But instead, Draco Malfoy was the one sneering at him. Harry groaned.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
Malfoy took the time to survey his work before replying in a cold drawl, “I’m stepping in for Professor Snape. I’m to supervise your detention. So hurry and clean.” With that, he walked over to Snape’s desk and sat down.
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When Malfoy had pushed open the door with a flourish, he thought he’d see Potter covered in filth and dying. But of course, nothing involving Potter went Malfoy’s way.
Instead, Potter was completely gorgeous (still), with his slightly see through white shirt that was even more see through with the thin sheet of sweat from scrubbing so ferociously, and his loose tie, giving him a very casual look. A very sexy casual look.
Malfoy mentally slapped himself for thinking Potter was gorgeous and sexy. He heard Harry groan (which was a very sexy sou—STOP IT DRACO!) and ask him, “What do you want, Malfoy?” His emerald eyes were staring at him, as if they could see through his soul and into his heart, which was pounding relentlessly. Malfoy averted his eyes and pretended to observe his work first.
Putting as much hatred into his voice as possible and hoped against hope that Potter didn’t hear anything out of place, Malfoy sneered, “I’m stepping in for Professor Snape. I’m to supervise your detention.” Feeling like he should be more commanding, Draco added, “So hurry and clean.”
Walking quickly to Professor Snape’s desk, Draco sat down. He needed to stop these thoughts from poking into his mind all the time. He opened some textbooks and started doing some homework. Even if it was only the second day, he needed to study some of the upcoming subjects. He wasn’t second best academically for nothing. He’d be first if that Granger didn’t have to be such a know-it-all.
After a while of studying, Malfoy decided to chance a peek at Potter to see what he was up to. Maybe his Strip Potter of His Worldly Possessions (SPOHWP, pronounced s-pow-p, for short) plan could start now.
Jeez, I’m becoming like Granger, with her stupid spew stuff, thought Malfoy distastefully. At least mine has a more noble cause to it. Freeing elves, what a load of crabgrass.
SPOHWP would have to wait though, because currently, as Malfoy saw quite well the second his eyes met Potter’s back, Potter didn’t need anymore stripping, seeing that he was already bare-chested.
Not really meaning to, Malfoy found himself trailing his eyes across Potter’s nice, smooth, yet still strong, muscles on his shoulders and back. Still further down, he ogled at the striking ass Potter had.
Great, now Potter even has a better ASS than I do, fumed Draco, still staring at Potter’s shiny body.
After what seemed like and hour, Draco caught himself and looked away right before Harry decided to look around to see what he was doing. Draco tried in vain to stop imaged from popping into his head. There was no way he was fantasizing about Potter. No fucking way.
He did not fancy Potter.
He did not think Potter was gorgeous.
He did not even like Potter. Certainly not lust after him.
He hated Potter. Hated him with his whole body.
Or maybe not, thought Draco as he just noticed how tight his pants were getting. Apparently, a certain part of his body didn’t agree with what his mind. Draco silently reminded himself to change his plan’s name to Taking Potter of His Worldly Possessions. Or something like that. He needed a better name. A name that didn’t arouse him any further.
Standing up, Draco decided that he would not be in the presence of Harry bloody Potter anymore. Walking haughtily up the aisle, Draco reached the door and pushed it open.
“HEY!”
Startled at the sudden shout, Draco turned around to glare at Potter. How dare he look so delicious even in strenuous activity!
“What is it, Potter?” drawled Draco in his usual tone.
“Where are you going?”
Draco glared daggers at Harry. “That is none of your concern.” Of course he wasn’t going to tell him he was completely hard right now and had to go to the prefect’s bath to wank himself.
“What about me? When can I go?” huffed Harry, annoyed.
“Another five hours,” sneered Draco.
Harry’s eyes widened at this statement (Oh how lovely and innocent he looks...NOT AGAIN, DRACO!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!) and he sputtered, “Five HOURS?! No fucking way!”
“Too bad, Potter, if you leave any earlier, I’ll tell the professor, and you can bet you’ll have five more detentions,” threatened Draco, sort of enjoying the fire that started to burn in Potter’s eyes.
Before he could turn around and go out the door, Potter’s eyes were only six inches away from his own. Stiffening, Draco felt the anger pour out of Potter.
“Why must you always mess with me, Malfoy? Don’t you have enough fun tormenting the Muggles and Mudbloods on your daily Death Eater night raids?” hissed Harry, his piercing eyes inching closer and closer in his fury.
Draco was shocked at this sudden outburst of rage. Perhaps he had grated on Potter’s last nerves... But nonetheless, he kept his exterior cool and collected, still sneering that sneer of his.
“Oh no, it’s much more fun to mess with you,” leered Draco, staring Potter straight in his blazing eyes.
Before he could prepare himself, Harry had thrown himself forward and was attacking at every inch of Malfoy his clenched fists could reach. Draco had the wind knocked out of him several times before he stumbled back and had the common sense to pull out his wand to ward Potter off.
“D-don’t you dare attack me, you filthy Mudblood lover!” wheezed Draco, glowering at Potter.
Narrowing his eyes, Potter eyed Malfoy’s wand warily before straightening back up, satisfied at the bruised eye and cheek Malfoy was sporting, along with a few bruised ribs no doubt.
Turning and walking back to where he left off, Harry started scrubbing furiously at the desk again. He was shocked that such a pointless argument had made him this angry. He could clench his teeth and endure Malfoy’s taunting before, but somehow this year it was even more unbearable. Maybe it was the ever-nearer final battle drawing closer that was getting to him. Whatever it was, Harry hoped it didn’t cause him to blow up too often. That would definitely scare some people, not to mention damage a few things if his magic got out of control.
Lost deep in thought, Harry failed to notice Malfoy had recovered from the attack and had not left, but instead, had crept up behind Harry. Not until his head was pulled savagely back by his hair, that is.
“OOWWW!” Harry howled, caught completely off guard. Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation on his ear. After a few seconds of shivers running throughout his body (damn his sensitive ears!), he realized it was Draco speaking right next to him.
“If you attack me again, I’ll make you wish the Dark Lord would crucio you to oblivion instead,” Draco whispered, threateningly. His eyes traveled past Harry’s mop of hair, past his sparkling eyes which were winced up a bit with pain, past his lips (which Draco felt his eyes linger a bit), and traced his jaw line. Without warning, he felt himself lean forward and lick along Harry’s jaw.
Harry’s eyes opened wide at the feel of the sudden wet warmness on the side of his face. Before it could properly process in his mind to shove Malfoy away, Malfoy let go of his hair and walked (quite briskly, but Harry didn’t notice that) out of the room.
Standing there a few more minutes, his mind whirring, Harry finally gave up on cleaning and headed back to Gryffindor Tower. What the hell was that... that... lick about? Hoping he wasn’t poisoned or anything, he gave the Fat Lady the password.
----
Draco had fled from the room after he realized he had just licked Potter.
Potter of the Gryffindors.
Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Potter, the Golden Boy.
Potter, the annoying twit he had had the displeasure of knowing for six years.
Potter, his arch nemesis.
There was something definitely wrong with him now. And he just had to change it before the whole school knows and his whole well planned and labored over reputation will be ruined.
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TBC!!!
Replies:
sticky: hmmm, let's just say that their plans end up envolving some quite...explict..acts... muahahaha. especially Draco. MUAAHAHAHHA!!
YamiBakura: Hehehe, I tried adding some of JK Rowling-style humor in. Was that close enough? Heheheh.
Night: I UPDATED!!! Mainly cuz I saw your review on The End and I felt guilty that I haven't updated this one in forever.
RabidSqurl: ^o^ that made me laugh, the 'Way to go Harry, nearly kill people'. Hahahahah...
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----Chapter 9: Potions Detention----
Harry walked grudgingly into Potions detention. Seeing the room empty, he supposed that Snape would sneak in to check if he was actually working. Not wanting to make him any angrier, Harry hurriedly snatched up the pile of rags that stood on a desk, obviously for him, and started cleaning every nook and cranny of the stupid place.
It was well past half an hour when the door banged open. Harry, who had took off his robes and gray sweater in the heat (which was odd, seeing that it was the dungeons. Peeves must be messing with some switches again, thought Harry) and was just wearing the white button-up shirt with his tie untied, looked up expecting to see Snape float in and start criticizing him.
But instead, Draco Malfoy was the one sneering at him. Harry groaned.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
Malfoy took the time to survey his work before replying in a cold drawl, “I’m stepping in for Professor Snape. I’m to supervise your detention. So hurry and clean.” With that, he walked over to Snape’s desk and sat down.
----
When Malfoy had pushed open the door with a flourish, he thought he’d see Potter covered in filth and dying. But of course, nothing involving Potter went Malfoy’s way.
Instead, Potter was completely gorgeous (still), with his slightly see through white shirt that was even more see through with the thin sheet of sweat from scrubbing so ferociously, and his loose tie, giving him a very casual look. A very sexy casual look.
Malfoy mentally slapped himself for thinking Potter was gorgeous and sexy. He heard Harry groan (which was a very sexy sou—STOP IT DRACO!) and ask him, “What do you want, Malfoy?” His emerald eyes were staring at him, as if they could see through his soul and into his heart, which was pounding relentlessly. Malfoy averted his eyes and pretended to observe his work first.
Putting as much hatred into his voice as possible and hoped against hope that Potter didn’t hear anything out of place, Malfoy sneered, “I’m stepping in for Professor Snape. I’m to supervise your detention.” Feeling like he should be more commanding, Draco added, “So hurry and clean.”
Walking quickly to Professor Snape’s desk, Draco sat down. He needed to stop these thoughts from poking into his mind all the time. He opened some textbooks and started doing some homework. Even if it was only the second day, he needed to study some of the upcoming subjects. He wasn’t second best academically for nothing. He’d be first if that Granger didn’t have to be such a know-it-all.
After a while of studying, Malfoy decided to chance a peek at Potter to see what he was up to. Maybe his Strip Potter of His Worldly Possessions (SPOHWP, pronounced s-pow-p, for short) plan could start now.
Jeez, I’m becoming like Granger, with her stupid spew stuff, thought Malfoy distastefully. At least mine has a more noble cause to it. Freeing elves, what a load of crabgrass.
SPOHWP would have to wait though, because currently, as Malfoy saw quite well the second his eyes met Potter’s back, Potter didn’t need anymore stripping, seeing that he was already bare-chested.
Not really meaning to, Malfoy found himself trailing his eyes across Potter’s nice, smooth, yet still strong, muscles on his shoulders and back. Still further down, he ogled at the striking ass Potter had.
Great, now Potter even has a better ASS than I do, fumed Draco, still staring at Potter’s shiny body.
After what seemed like and hour, Draco caught himself and looked away right before Harry decided to look around to see what he was doing. Draco tried in vain to stop imaged from popping into his head. There was no way he was fantasizing about Potter. No fucking way.
He did not fancy Potter.
He did not think Potter was gorgeous.
He did not even like Potter. Certainly not lust after him.
He hated Potter. Hated him with his whole body.
Or maybe not, thought Draco as he just noticed how tight his pants were getting. Apparently, a certain part of his body didn’t agree with what his mind. Draco silently reminded himself to change his plan’s name to Taking Potter of His Worldly Possessions. Or something like that. He needed a better name. A name that didn’t arouse him any further.
Standing up, Draco decided that he would not be in the presence of Harry bloody Potter anymore. Walking haughtily up the aisle, Draco reached the door and pushed it open.
“HEY!”
Startled at the sudden shout, Draco turned around to glare at Potter. How dare he look so delicious even in strenuous activity!
“What is it, Potter?” drawled Draco in his usual tone.
“Where are you going?”
Draco glared daggers at Harry. “That is none of your concern.” Of course he wasn’t going to tell him he was completely hard right now and had to go to the prefect’s bath to wank himself.
“What about me? When can I go?” huffed Harry, annoyed.
“Another five hours,” sneered Draco.
Harry’s eyes widened at this statement (Oh how lovely and innocent he looks...NOT AGAIN, DRACO!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!) and he sputtered, “Five HOURS?! No fucking way!”
“Too bad, Potter, if you leave any earlier, I’ll tell the professor, and you can bet you’ll have five more detentions,” threatened Draco, sort of enjoying the fire that started to burn in Potter’s eyes.
Before he could turn around and go out the door, Potter’s eyes were only six inches away from his own. Stiffening, Draco felt the anger pour out of Potter.
“Why must you always mess with me, Malfoy? Don’t you have enough fun tormenting the Muggles and Mudbloods on your daily Death Eater night raids?” hissed Harry, his piercing eyes inching closer and closer in his fury.
Draco was shocked at this sudden outburst of rage. Perhaps he had grated on Potter’s last nerves... But nonetheless, he kept his exterior cool and collected, still sneering that sneer of his.
“Oh no, it’s much more fun to mess with you,” leered Draco, staring Potter straight in his blazing eyes.
Before he could prepare himself, Harry had thrown himself forward and was attacking at every inch of Malfoy his clenched fists could reach. Draco had the wind knocked out of him several times before he stumbled back and had the common sense to pull out his wand to ward Potter off.
“D-don’t you dare attack me, you filthy Mudblood lover!” wheezed Draco, glowering at Potter.
Narrowing his eyes, Potter eyed Malfoy’s wand warily before straightening back up, satisfied at the bruised eye and cheek Malfoy was sporting, along with a few bruised ribs no doubt.
Turning and walking back to where he left off, Harry started scrubbing furiously at the desk again. He was shocked that such a pointless argument had made him this angry. He could clench his teeth and endure Malfoy’s taunting before, but somehow this year it was even more unbearable. Maybe it was the ever-nearer final battle drawing closer that was getting to him. Whatever it was, Harry hoped it didn’t cause him to blow up too often. That would definitely scare some people, not to mention damage a few things if his magic got out of control.
Lost deep in thought, Harry failed to notice Malfoy had recovered from the attack and had not left, but instead, had crept up behind Harry. Not until his head was pulled savagely back by his hair, that is.
“OOWWW!” Harry howled, caught completely off guard. Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation on his ear. After a few seconds of shivers running throughout his body (damn his sensitive ears!), he realized it was Draco speaking right next to him.
“If you attack me again, I’ll make you wish the Dark Lord would crucio you to oblivion instead,” Draco whispered, threateningly. His eyes traveled past Harry’s mop of hair, past his sparkling eyes which were winced up a bit with pain, past his lips (which Draco felt his eyes linger a bit), and traced his jaw line. Without warning, he felt himself lean forward and lick along Harry’s jaw.
Harry’s eyes opened wide at the feel of the sudden wet warmness on the side of his face. Before it could properly process in his mind to shove Malfoy away, Malfoy let go of his hair and walked (quite briskly, but Harry didn’t notice that) out of the room.
Standing there a few more minutes, his mind whirring, Harry finally gave up on cleaning and headed back to Gryffindor Tower. What the hell was that... that... lick about? Hoping he wasn’t poisoned or anything, he gave the Fat Lady the password.
----
Draco had fled from the room after he realized he had just licked Potter.
Potter of the Gryffindors.
Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Potter, the Golden Boy.
Potter, the annoying twit he had had the displeasure of knowing for six years.
Potter, his arch nemesis.
There was something definitely wrong with him now. And he just had to change it before the whole school knows and his whole well planned and labored over reputation will be ruined.
-------------------------------------------------------
TBC!!!
Replies:
sticky: hmmm, let's just say that their plans end up envolving some quite...explict..acts... muahahaha. especially Draco. MUAAHAHAHHA!!
YamiBakura: Hehehe, I tried adding some of JK Rowling-style humor in. Was that close enough? Heheheh.
Night: I UPDATED!!! Mainly cuz I saw your review on The End and I felt guilty that I haven't updated this one in forever.
RabidSqurl: ^o^ that made me laugh, the 'Way to go Harry, nearly kill people'. Hahahahah...
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IMPORTANT INFO!!!!************************************
I have decided to do a little email notification thing for this story too. So, if you want me to send an email notification to you everytime I update a new chapter to this story, please review saying so and leave your email address. XD
*******************************************************
REVIEW!!!!!!~~ or else World War III will start in... ALASKA!! and will wipe out all the polar bears in the artic circle. And thus, the animal huggers will go on a rampage and destroy ALL HUMANITY!!! so review. :D or you'll be dead.