Look Before You Leap

LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP

BY LADY FLAME

DISCLAIMER: - all characters contained within belong to J K Rowling, and anyone else with a claim, this is fanfiction... I'm only borrowing them, I'll give them back eventually.

WARNING: - this fan-fiction is a YAOI LEMON (boy x boy), and has ADULT content, if you are offended by such, then leave now, or forever hold thy peace.

FIRST PUBLISHED: 10 November 2004 (REVISED - 15 January 2005)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: - this story came out of nowhere, and DEMANDED to be written. The plot bunny jumped on me in my bed one morning, brandishing a riding crop, and pink fuzzy handcuffs, yelling “You will write me, NOW!!” I make it a policy not to argue with the bunnies. :D

CHAPTER ONE

Harry glared across the clearing at his nemesis, one Draco Malfoy, in all his pale glory. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t pale about Draco Malfoy, was his eyes.

Ah, those eyes, storm cloud grey, but if you got close enough, you could see flecks of summer sky blue in their depths, and Harry was sure that sometimes in the heat of their confrontations, he’d seen the flash of lightning too.

Harry shook himself mentally. What the hell was he thinking? He was contemplating how pretty Malfoy’s eyes were when he got angry. When he really should be concentrating on Hagrid, and his lecture on whatever dangerous and vicious magical beast had taken his current fancy.

Hagrid had been closed mouthed about the subject, when they had gone to his hut for tea before the lesson, saying it was a grand surprise. A quick sideways glance at his friends, and Harry could tell that whatever it was, it had certainly caught their attention.

Ron had a rapt expression on his face, and Hermione was making copious notes, which Harry would no doubt have to beg to borrow later, as no matter what, Harry just couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than his own thoughts.

Without conscious thought, Harry’s eyes had been drawn back to a certain pale teenager. Why was he here anyway? They’d had the option to drop ‘Care of Magical Creatures’ at the beginning of sixth year, so what was Malfoy of all people still doing here, he’d always been most vocal in badmouthing both the subject, and the Professor teaching it.

Almost as if he’d sensed Harry’s thoughts, Malfoy looked up, and smirked in Harry’s direction, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and Harry quickly redirected his gaze to his own feet.

That was something else Harry didn’t understand. At the end of fifth year, Malfoy had threatened to do all sorts of things to Harry, for his involvement in getting his father sent to Azakaban. Yet now there were occasions when Malfoy’s smirk held something more, something which Harry didn’t really understand, but which sent tingles down his spine straight to his groin.

Now that, was really something Harry didn’t want to think about, but it had brought something else to his attention, he REALLY needed the loo. Harry worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, Hagrid had been baking earlier, and Harry had resorted to one too many cups of strong tea, to wash the almost inedible rock cakes down, and now they were coming home to roost with a vengeance.

Harry started to shift uncomfortably, a quick glance at his watch told him that the lesson was almost over, the rustle of people packing away their things, and Hagrid’s call for eighteen inches of parchment on the beast of the day, signalling his freedom.

However, before he had chance to escape, Harry was grabbed by his friends, and dragged over to speak to Hagrid. The conversation seemed to be going on forever, and Harry had to clench his fists to prevent himself from running to the nearest toilet, eventually the fact that he was almost plaiting his legs drew the attention of the others.

"Yer a’right ‘arry.” Came Hagrid’s concerned brogue. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry replied, “Actually, need the loo. Got to go. See you guys later. Bye.”

Before anyone else could delay him, Harry ran off as fast as he could go, which considering the state of his bladder, was a sort of fast waddle like a duck, through the grounds, the courtyard, the main entrance, and to the boys toilets near the Great Hall.

Harry sent the door slamming back against the wall in his eagerness to get inside, undoing his zip even before he was in front of the urinals, and with a huge sigh of relief he let himself go.

Harry was vaguely aware of the click of a stall door, and of footsteps crossing the tiled floor, however, he was totally oblivious to the fact that this unknown person was coming towards him, and not toward the washbasins. In fact, Harry only became aware of their presence, when someone peered over his shoulder.

“Well, well, Potter. What do we have here?”

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Hmm, short, but hopefully sweet… Not much dialogue in this chapter, but I promise that will change, also not much smut action going on, that too will change in later chapters.

Chapters will be also be longer from here on out, in fact I almost called this a ‘Prologue’, due to its short length, but it’s not really so it stays as ‘Chapter One’. I may come back to this some day and re-write and expand it, then again I may not. :P

I will be your virtual love slave forever, if you review this story... feel shy about writing a review, (though I'll accept 'I like this, it's cool...' :D), then just press the rate button, 5 stars would be nice :P

Love Cara (aka) Lady Flame

HOT by name, HOT by nature.