sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-09-03 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | summer challenge |
Special Challenge: Harry Potter's Girlfriend
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Harry Potter's Girlfriend
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: mild H/G, mentions of G/S, H/D eventually
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Slash, suggestiveness
Word count: 3075
Teaser: Malfoy could fire him up like no one else could. They struck sparks off one another whenever they were together, and Harry found himself perversely looking forward to each volatile encounter.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for summer's Special Challenge. We were given five first sentences and five last sentences to choose from, and our assignment was to write a 3,000-word fic in between. For my first sentence, I went with It happened in August, not May, not December, August, the month that is usually reserved for heat, homework and romances. For my last line, I chose She smiled and quietly closed the door on her way out, knowing that she wouldn't be needed anymore tonight.
Summary: Ginny Weasley has decided that being Harry Potter's Girlfriend isn't all it's cracked up to be, but she has a plan.
It happened in August, not May, not December, August, the month that is usually reserved for heat, homework and romances.
Ginny slammed her Potions textbook shut. She was tired of homework, she was tired of the heat, and she was tired of what passed for her romance. Her sixth year at Hogwarts had begun nearly a week ago, and it was too hot to study in the library. She considered going back to the Gryffindor common room, but Harry was likely to be there, and she wasn't in the mood for his brooding.
Harry had defeated Voldemort over the summer, shortly after Dumbledore's funeral, and at first Ginny had been caught up in the excitement of having a hero as her boyfriend. Once the furor died down, however, she came to the uncomfortable realization that Harry was...well, boring. He preferred quiet evenings at the Burrow to going to clubs, and he would rather have a picnic lunch than take her out to dinner. Worst of all, he never argued or fought with her. Ginny had been called hotheaded and volatile, but she preferred to think of herself as opinionated and passionate. The problem was, whenever she and Harry disagreed, she would gear up for an argument, but he would back down. Every. Single. Time. And it bored her to tears.
As she sat mulling over the state of her relationship with Harry, Seamus Finnegan walked into the library, and Ginny felt her pulse leap in excitement. Seamus had grown into a handsome young man, and his Irish temper thrilled Ginny to no end. Here would be a worthy opponent in any argument or debate, and if they were to fight passionately, the make up would be exhilarating. Ginny felt a tingle of excitement race up her spine at the thought before she nervously quelled it. Harry was never passionate with her. All he ever did was brush chaste kisses across her lips, leaving her disappointed and wanting more. The only time Harry ever exhibited any spark of passion or fire was when in the presence of Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy had turned himself in to the Order of the Phoenix shortly after escaping from Hogwarts on the eve of Dumbledore's death. He claimed to have done what he did in an effort to save his mother's life, but when Voldemort killed her to punish Malfoy for his failure, the Slytherin had turned his back on the Dark Lord and a father he had come to despise and had turned to the Order for protection. He had given a statement under the influence of Veritaserum, and in return for the information he provided, had been granted amnesty. In fact, some of the intelligence Malfoy had given them had led Harry and the Order to locate the remaining Horcruxes and the Dark Lord, thus enabling them to end the War quickly and with ruthless efficiency.
So far as Ginny knew, Harry had not seen Malfoy over the remainder of the summer. Come to think of it, Harry had gotten progressively more morose as summer lazed by, until a few weeks before school was to begin again. Then, Harry had become more animated, seemingly excited at the prospect of going back to Hogwarts. Now, however, Ginny found herself wondering if Harry hadn't been more excited to see Malfoy than to return to classes.
Things were beginning to make more sense. If Harry were gay, whether or not he admitted it--even to himself, that would explain his reluctance to engage Ginny in any sexual behavior. All along, she had thought he was merely being a gentleman, or else afraid of her six older brothers, but perhaps that wasn't the case at all. Perhaps Harry had never made a move on her because he wasn't attracted to her that way.
The thought made Ginny feel better, as she had begun to doubt her allure as a female. Returning to Hogwarts had helped, since she had been receiving interested looks from other male students, Seamus Finnegan included. Thinking of Seamus sent another quiver of delight through Ginny. She had hoped he would approach her, but she supposed her current status as Harry Potter's Girlfriend would prevent any other boy from flirting with her outright. There was only one solution to the problem then: she had to relinquish her status as Harry's significant other, and what better way to go about it than by replacing herself with another?
Pondering the implications of Harry's continued obsession with Draco Malfoy and what it could mean to her plans, Ginny made a decision to watch the two of them more closely in the future.
~*~
Harry crept stealthily after Malfoy in the darkened corridors of Hogwarts, hidden beneath his Invisibility Cloak. He had gotten quite good at that activity their previous term, and now he used that ability to trail after Malfoy once more. Last year, he had followed the Slytherin because he was convinced the blond was up to something. This time, he found himself doing it merely to relieve boredom. Malfoy wasn't supposed to be out after curfew. Although he'd been allowed to return to Hogwarts, he'd been relieved of his Prefect duties as punishment for having been instrumental in letting Death Eaters into the castle. Therefore, Harry wondered what mischief the other boy may be up to, and so he was following him this night.
Malfoy climbed a set of stairs and paused at one of the windows, gazing out on the moonlit grounds. He levered himself onto the wide ledge and drew his knees up, wrapping his arms around them and sighing to himself. Resting his chin on his knees, he continued to stare pensively outside. He looked...melancholy, thought Harry. He was also strangely beautiful, with the moonlight shining on his pale hair, making it seem almost to glow, and Harry felt a familiar stirring in his trousers. Out of all the blokes at Hogwarts, why did Malfoy have to feature so prominently in his fantasies? Not that anything could ever come of it. No one knew he was gay. Instead, everyone expected him to marry Ginny and raise a family, and he couldn't disappoint them, disappoint her that way. He truly did love Ginny, but as a sister and a friend, nothing more. It was that love for her, however, that prevented him from breaking her heart.
Were he free to pursue anyone he wanted to, Harry had an inkling he'd go after Malfoy. Well, if Malfoy were also gay, that is. Harry had no way of knowing what the other boy's preferences were in that area. He did know that Malfoy didn't appear to have a girlfriend. Nor a boyfriend either, for that matter. He supposed it was a moot point anyway. Malfoy hated him with a passion that rivaled the intensely passionate attraction that Harry had for the blond.
Malfoy could fire him up like no one else could. They struck sparks off one another whenever they were together, and Harry found himself perversely looking forward to each volatile encounter. When Malfoy glared at him with those icy gray eyes and sneered at him with that perfect mouth, Harry's pulse accelerated, his palms got sweaty, and his trousers grew tight and uncomfortable. At those times, he often found himself wondering how Malfoy would react were he to grab a fistful of blond hair and snog the Slytherin for all he was worth. Harry shook his head ruefully. Most likely, Malfoy would react by heaping curses and hexes upon him that would land him in Madame Pomfrey's care for the remainder of the school year. No, best to just admire the other boy from afar.
Stifling a sigh of his own, Harry retreated quietly, heading back to his dorm, knowing he would wank tonight to a vision of moonlit loveliness.
~*~
Draco sat and stared at the shadows and moonlight outside the window. He knew he wasn't supposed to be out of his dorm at this hour, but he had been unable to sleep. Returning to Hogwarts had proven difficult. He was all but ostracized by his own housemates, and the other students looked at him with suspicion and thinly disguised contempt. Even some of the professors were cool to the point of rudeness when dealing with him.
Despite his own inner turmoil, Draco couldn't blame any of them. Most of Slytherin was angry at him for switching his allegiance to the Order during the War, and the other students as well as the staff at Hogwarts had not forgiven him for the role he had played in Dumbledore's death and for allowing Death Eaters into the school in the first place.
He had gone to Headmistress McGonagall the first day he returned to Hogwarts and apologized to her personally. She had accepted his apology, and he suspected that was the reason the other professors were merely rude to him and not openly hostile. He had to deal with plenty of hostility from his fellow Slytherins, but an icy glare quelled any direct challenges from them. Despite the fact that he had turned against them, they still feared him for the powerful wizard he was. The other students he could, and did, ignore. All except for one. Harry Potter.
Draco found Potter impossible to ignore. He had for some time...even before they had been forced to spend time together at Grimmauld Place over the summer. They had never been alone together, as there were always other Order members about, but Draco might have liked to get Potter alone. He doubted the Chosen One felt the same way about him, though, and that thought was what had driven him to wander the halls of Hogwarts this night. He was reluctant to sleep, because to sleep meant to dream, and lately, his dreams all featured a certain dark haired, green eyed git who left Draco empty and aching when he awoke to find himself alone in his bed.
~*~
At breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning, Ginny sat next to Harry, as was customary, and sipped thoughtfully at her pumpkin juice. Harry was quieter than usual this morning, eating his pancakes mechanically. He seemed to be operating on auto pilot...until Malfoy strode into the Hall. Ginny could feel the sudden interest and tension that straightened Harry's spine and put a gleam in his eye. Throughout the rest of the meal, Ginny kept a covert eye on the two boys, noting the frequent, furtive glances they sent one another's way. Harry was obviously attuned to Malfoy, and it seemed apparent the other boy was more than passingly attracted to Harry.
Interesting, thought Ginny. This deserved further consideration and plotting on her part. If she could only connive to get Harry and Malfoy together, she would be free to pursue her own attraction to Seamus. Glancing across the table to where the Irish boy was seated next to Neville, Ginny waited until he noticed her regard before sending a shy smile his way. Her heart bubbled over with happiness when he returned the gesture with a smile of his own.
~*~
Ginny got the opportunity much earlier than she had expected. In fact, it was virtually handed to her on a silver platter. After struggling through another Potions class, Ginny was summoned to the front by Professor Waite. She had replaced Professor Snape as the Potions Instructor at Hogwarts. Snape had survived the War, and although he, too, had been exonerated for his part in Dumbledore's death, he had chosen to resign his post rather than stay and create any resentment on behalf of the students and the other professors.
Professor Waite smiled at Ginny kindly. "Miss Weasley," she began, "it appears you are having an unusual amount of difficulty in my class. Perhaps a tutor, or at least some additional practice would help."
Ginny's mind seized on the idea of a tutor, and she struggled to contain her glee. Instead, she adopted a serious mien and said instead, "Now that you mention it, ma'am, I believe a tutor would be an ideal solution." Professor Waite nodded in agreement, and Ginny added, "If it's alright with you, Professor, may I request that Draco Malfoy be my tutor?"
Professor Waite's graying eyebrows rose in surprise. "Mr Malfoy?" she questioned.
"He's brilliant at Potions," Ginny chirped, "and I think it would do him some good, as well. He seems to be distancing himself from the rest of the students this term."
By now, Professor Waite was beaming at Ginny. "What a thoughtful young lady you are," she praised. "And yes, I agree that Mr Malfoy would make an excellent tutor. I shall approach him about it after Seventh Year Potions this afternoon."
"Thank you, Professor," said Ginny with a pleased smile. She excused herself and turned away before her smile could turn into a smug grin. Operation Get Harry and Malfoy Together was underway.
~*~
Draco was irritated as he left the Slytherin common room and made his way to the Potions classroom. Earlier that day, he had been drafted by Professor Waite to assist Ginny Weasley with her Potions studies. Draco gave a soft snort at the thought. He wasn't cut out to be a tutor; he lacked the patience. To make things worse, he had to tutor Ginny Weasley...otherwise known as Harry Potter's Girlfriend.
Draco didn't like the idea of Potter having a girlfriend; however, he knew his own attraction to the Gryffindor git would never amount to anything. Still that didn't mean he wanted to be nice to Ginny Weasley.
He arrived at the Potions classroom at ten minutes to eight, which would give him time to get set up and to prepare himself to face Harry Potter's Girlfriend. Five minutes later, Draco heard the door open, and he took a fortifying breath and turned to greet the Weaselette.
~*~
As they were walking out of the Great Hall after dinner that evening, Ginny sighed and gnawed her lower lip.
Noticing her worried expression, Harry stopped her with a hand on her arm and asked, "Is something bothering you, Ginny?"
Heaving a heartfelt sigh, Ginny paused and then admitted, "Yes, Harry. You see, I've been having trouble in Potions this term, and Professor Waite suggested I get a tutor."
Harry smiled at her benignly. "That's not such a bad thing. I've never been good at Potions, myself," he reassured her.
Ginny slanted him a glance through her fringe and hedged, "That's not what's bothering me. The real reason I'm concerned is that Draco Malfoy is to be my tutor, and...well, he makes me nervous."
"Malfoy?!" Harry exclaimed.
Ginny silently congratulated herself as she noted how just the mention of the other boy's name had Harry alert and animated. Nodding at Harry, Ginny tried to make herself sound as small and pathetic as possible while she went for the kill. "Would you...would you mind accompanying me to my session with Malfoy? You know, for moral support?"
Harry's hero complex rose to the bait. "Of course I will, Ginny. What time is your session?"
"Eight o'clock, in the Potions classroom," Ginny informed him. "But is it alright if I meet you there? I promised Luna I'd help her with her Arithmancy homework in the library this evening."
"Sure, Gin," Harry replied absently, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll see you there and then."
~*~
Draco turned and did a double take. Ginny Weasley hadn't come through the door...instead, Harry Potter had. Out of habit, he sneered and demanded, "What are you doing here, Potter?"
Harry felt his hackles rise. No one could get under his skin as quickly and thoroughly as Malfoy could. "I'm meeting Ginny here," he snapped. Despite his anger, his eyes were drinking in the other boy's appearance, still attracted to the blond even in the face of Malfoy's animosity.
"That's just brilliant," Draco said by way of complaint. For some reason, the thought of having to deal with Potter and his girlfriend was intolerable. Draco would be forced to see them together, and he was doubtful of his ability to control his own jealousy where Ginny Weasley was concerned. "Professor Waite didn't warn me I'd be tutoring two Gryffindorks," he sniped, wondering how he could get out of this predicament.
"Don't talk about Ginny like that!" fumed Harry, stomping up to his rival. "She's sweet and...and kind, and she doesn't deserve your contempt!"
"Sweet and kind?" mocked Draco. "No wonder you always appear to be dying of boredom when you're with her. You need someone more vibrant and exciting in your life!" Suddenly abashed at what he may have revealed, Draco resisted the urge to clap a hand over his own mouth, although Potter didn't seem to recognize his blunder for what it was.
"Someone like you, I suppose!" railed Harry, wincing belatedly as he realized what he'd just said. What had possessed him to blurt that out?
"Someone exactly like me," Draco growled. What the hell...in for a sickle, in for a galleon.
By now, the two boys were standing toe to toe, glaring at one another in anger, frustration and passion...all of which inevitably boiled over. It was unclear which of them made the first move, but suddenly their mouths were locked together and their tongues were battling fiercely for dominance. Their hands were clutching at one another's robes and tangling in each other's hair as their teeth clacked together and their mouths continued to devour one another. Caught up in their frantic embrace, neither one noticed as the door cracked open, followed by a soft, feminine gasp of surprise.
After having purposely arrived late, Ginny took in the scene before her with delight. Harry and Malfoy were pressed against one another from lips to knees, and they were so absorbed in each another that they were completely oblivious to her presence. As Ginny turned to go, she smiled and quietly closed the door on her way out, knowing that she wouldn't be needed anymore tonight.