Better You, Not Me
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
923
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter One
Better You, Not Me
Author: Anais
Rating: R (for now)
Warning(s): chan-slash, BDSM, and a weird cleaning fetish
Pairing: HP/DM
Summary: Harry and Ron have detention with Malfoy, but someone is going to get alot more done than cleaning the throphy room.
Year: 6th
* * * * * * * * *
\"Bloody hell,\" Ron muttered, \"Detention again. This blows.\" He walked up the stairs in the main hall with Harry by his side.
Harry just grunted his agreement. They had detention everyday this week thanks to Professor Snape, who was apparently in a bad mood because the new DADA teacher was not himself. Harry couldn\'t understand why the man didn\'t just deal with it in a civilized, adult manner. Why smack a detention on someone just because they coughed during class? The man was a complete son of a bitch.
When they got to the Trophy Room, Filch was leaning against the wall with Mrs. Norris in his arms. \"See you finally made it. You\'ll be serving your detention with Mr. Malfoy.\"
Harry couldn\'t help but say, \"Oh God no.\"
Malfoy came out of a side room, panting, his white hair a complete mess on his head. \"Sorry, I\'m late, Mr. Filch. I had to help Professor Snape with somethings.\"
\"You were probably getting fucked,\" Ron said under his breath.
Malfoy gave Ron a dirty look. He really hated it when that Weasley was around. Harry he could tolerate for a few minutes, but Ron was just intolerable at all times. \"Blow me, Weasley.\"
\"You wish, Malfoy.\"
\"Shut your traps both of you!\" Filch snapped. \"I\'m going to put Mr. Malfoy with you, Potter. You two get to clean out the threstral stables. That ought to be some fun. Weasley, you get to clean the trophies.\"
Ron moaned loudly. \"I always do that.\"
Harry nudged him. \"I don\'t think you\'d want to work with Malfoy,\" he hissed.
\"You\'re right. Besides I won\'t have to clean up shit with Malfoy.\" Ron grinned, but Harry elbowed him in the gut.
\"Some friend you are, Ron!\"
* * * * * *
Harry and Draco walked side by side down to the threstral stables. Words were not exchanged which made it easy on the both of them.
Draco glanced in Harry\'s direction quite often though. Harry wondered if Draco was thinking of a snide remark. \"We\'re here,\" he said pointing to the stables.
Draco turned his attention from Harry to the stables before them. \"You know I can\'t see the bloody things,\" he snarled.
\"They\'re not here anyway. I guess Hagrid took them out for awhile to stretch their wings.\" Harry picked up a shovel and a bucket. He decided that if anything was going to get done then he\'d have to keep his distance from Malfoy.
* * * * * * *
Thirty minutes later, Harry and Draco were sweating, dirty, and tired. They had cleaned all the stables and fed the threstrals (despite Draco\'s protest that he couldn\'t see them). Harry watched as they returned from the Forbidden Forest and found the food left for them. They were beautiful and Harry didn\'t want to experience alone. Yet did he really want to share it with Draco?
\"They\'re gorgeous,\" he said as he wiped sweat from his brow.
\"Really? Anything that tears apart meat like that can\'t be beautiful,\" Draco snapped as he put his shovel beside the entrance.
Harry rolled his eyes. \"You know, I would describe them to you, but you\'re being an arse. I\'m done, so I\'m going back up to the castle.\"
\"Whatever...\"
Harry left Draco alone in the stables, heading to the castle for a much needed shower. Draco watched him intently. What was it about Potter that made him feel less hostile? He didn\'t understand it. Harry had been the target of all his hate for years, yet now something was changing. Draco shaked his head as if to clear it. He had a reputation to uphold.
When Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, he went straight up to the boys\' dormitory. The shower had helped him and as soon as he hit the bed, he fell to sleep. Not before wondering, though, why he had the urge to be nice to Draco. He didn\'t understand it, but it would have to wait until morning.
Author: Anais
Rating: R (for now)
Warning(s): chan-slash, BDSM, and a weird cleaning fetish
Pairing: HP/DM
Summary: Harry and Ron have detention with Malfoy, but someone is going to get alot more done than cleaning the throphy room.
Year: 6th
* * * * * * * * *
\"Bloody hell,\" Ron muttered, \"Detention again. This blows.\" He walked up the stairs in the main hall with Harry by his side.
Harry just grunted his agreement. They had detention everyday this week thanks to Professor Snape, who was apparently in a bad mood because the new DADA teacher was not himself. Harry couldn\'t understand why the man didn\'t just deal with it in a civilized, adult manner. Why smack a detention on someone just because they coughed during class? The man was a complete son of a bitch.
When they got to the Trophy Room, Filch was leaning against the wall with Mrs. Norris in his arms. \"See you finally made it. You\'ll be serving your detention with Mr. Malfoy.\"
Harry couldn\'t help but say, \"Oh God no.\"
Malfoy came out of a side room, panting, his white hair a complete mess on his head. \"Sorry, I\'m late, Mr. Filch. I had to help Professor Snape with somethings.\"
\"You were probably getting fucked,\" Ron said under his breath.
Malfoy gave Ron a dirty look. He really hated it when that Weasley was around. Harry he could tolerate for a few minutes, but Ron was just intolerable at all times. \"Blow me, Weasley.\"
\"You wish, Malfoy.\"
\"Shut your traps both of you!\" Filch snapped. \"I\'m going to put Mr. Malfoy with you, Potter. You two get to clean out the threstral stables. That ought to be some fun. Weasley, you get to clean the trophies.\"
Ron moaned loudly. \"I always do that.\"
Harry nudged him. \"I don\'t think you\'d want to work with Malfoy,\" he hissed.
\"You\'re right. Besides I won\'t have to clean up shit with Malfoy.\" Ron grinned, but Harry elbowed him in the gut.
\"Some friend you are, Ron!\"
* * * * * *
Harry and Draco walked side by side down to the threstral stables. Words were not exchanged which made it easy on the both of them.
Draco glanced in Harry\'s direction quite often though. Harry wondered if Draco was thinking of a snide remark. \"We\'re here,\" he said pointing to the stables.
Draco turned his attention from Harry to the stables before them. \"You know I can\'t see the bloody things,\" he snarled.
\"They\'re not here anyway. I guess Hagrid took them out for awhile to stretch their wings.\" Harry picked up a shovel and a bucket. He decided that if anything was going to get done then he\'d have to keep his distance from Malfoy.
* * * * * * *
Thirty minutes later, Harry and Draco were sweating, dirty, and tired. They had cleaned all the stables and fed the threstrals (despite Draco\'s protest that he couldn\'t see them). Harry watched as they returned from the Forbidden Forest and found the food left for them. They were beautiful and Harry didn\'t want to experience alone. Yet did he really want to share it with Draco?
\"They\'re gorgeous,\" he said as he wiped sweat from his brow.
\"Really? Anything that tears apart meat like that can\'t be beautiful,\" Draco snapped as he put his shovel beside the entrance.
Harry rolled his eyes. \"You know, I would describe them to you, but you\'re being an arse. I\'m done, so I\'m going back up to the castle.\"
\"Whatever...\"
Harry left Draco alone in the stables, heading to the castle for a much needed shower. Draco watched him intently. What was it about Potter that made him feel less hostile? He didn\'t understand it. Harry had been the target of all his hate for years, yet now something was changing. Draco shaked his head as if to clear it. He had a reputation to uphold.
When Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, he went straight up to the boys\' dormitory. The shower had helped him and as soon as he hit the bed, he fell to sleep. Not before wondering, though, why he had the urge to be nice to Draco. He didn\'t understand it, but it would have to wait until morning.