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Lol, this is a totally random fic. I was talking with Colie one day about how strange it would be to kiss over a cauldron and have bubbles pop on your chin. Then all of a sudden, this was produced. Harry is way out of character, by the way.
The Potions Ploy
"...Yeah, and Chang was telling me that he even fell asleep halfway through!"
Harry froze mid-stir. Ron, who had been arguing with Neville over how much grated dragon scales needed to be added after the seventeenth stir, looked up.
"Harry! What are you doing, mate? You can't just stop stirring! You've got to keep going! How many times did--"
"Shh," hissed Harry, holding a finger up to his lips. "I'm trying to listen." He cocked his head and visibly leaned towards the group of Slytherins that were guffawing several tables away.
Pansy shrieked with laughter. "Are you serious? How pathetic!"
"Wasn't his first time, was it?" asked Blaise, a sympathetic note evident in his voice.
"How devastating for Chang. I heard he was her first shag after Diggory died," added Theodore.
Draco glanced towards the dark-haired boy, positive they'd caught his attention by now. "Oh, yes. Well, I suppose it runs in the family," he said, raising his voice purposely.
Professor Snape stiffened, looking up from his desk.
Draco continued, "My father has told me several stories of James Potter falling asleep while in the midst of shagging his ex-girlfriends."
Snape let out a breath he hadn't realized he had even been holding and went back to grading papers on the effects and properties of Giant blood when exposed to moonlight.
But Harry wasn't going to let that go. Draco had been making snide remarks about Harry for the past week --well, more so than usual-- and involving Harry's parents was the last straw.
"Malfoy!" he roared, stomping over to Draco's table. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem? Why, the problem must be yours, because I'm sure I don't have any," Draco said simperingly.
Harry's fists clenched as he scowled at the grinning blonde Slytherin across his boiling cauldron. "Oh, of course not. Silly me, I seem to have forgotten," he said sarcastically. "Draco sodding Malfoy is absolutely, fucking perfect."
Draco smirked. "Damn straight."
Several Slytherins sniggered from behind Draco. Harry paid them no attention, only narrowing his eyes at his arch-enemy of six years.
"So, is it true you like to fall asleep while fucking, just like your father?" asked Draco, leaning forward, the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips.
"Fuck you, Malfoy! I don't care what bullshit you say about me, but you better keep your fucking mouth shut about my dad!"
"Yeah?" Draco sneered. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?"
Harry glared momentarily at the amused boy whose face was now three inches away from his own.
All movement ceased and everyone, including Professor Snape, looked on at the tiff the two best-looking boys of Hogwarts had gotten themselves into, anxiously waiting to hear Harry's response to Draco's challenge.
Deliberately waiting a few more seconds, Harry finally replied, smirking, "This." And he pulled an unsuspecting Draco forward and kissed him hard on the mouth.
There was a collective gasp among all the students, and Snape leaped up.
"Potter! Unhand him this instant!"
But Draco himself had parted his lips eagerly and slid his tongue into Harry's hot mouth, tangling Harry's tongue with his and moaning at the contact, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine. It had only taken him a moment to realize what was going on. His plan of getting Harry riled up enough to do something outrageous had worked, except he hadn't been expecting a kiss, especially not in front of the entire Potions class. Plus, he thought he'd have to be the one to initiate their first kiss, not the other way around. Still... Kissing Harry turned out exactly how he had imagined it to be: wet and warm and arousing and sensual and just bloody perfect. So perfect, in fact, that neither Draco nor Harry noticed the green bubbles that were floating up from Draco's still-churning cauldron and erupting on their chins.
"I'll have you know those bubbles are poisonous! Unless you want your chins to form itchy warts and pus-filled sores on them, I suggest you boys immediately stop ravaging each other and exercise some control over yourselves!"
Of course, Harry and Draco continued to snog blissfully, ignoring the agitated Potions professor's requests. They knew they could get an antidote for the after-effects of the poisonous bubbles from Hermione, if not from Professor Snape himself, as soon as they needed it. All that mattered to the two lust-crazed boys now was getting themselves to the nearest bed.
End
The Potions Ploy
"...Yeah, and Chang was telling me that he even fell asleep halfway through!"
Harry froze mid-stir. Ron, who had been arguing with Neville over how much grated dragon scales needed to be added after the seventeenth stir, looked up.
"Harry! What are you doing, mate? You can't just stop stirring! You've got to keep going! How many times did--"
"Shh," hissed Harry, holding a finger up to his lips. "I'm trying to listen." He cocked his head and visibly leaned towards the group of Slytherins that were guffawing several tables away.
Pansy shrieked with laughter. "Are you serious? How pathetic!"
"Wasn't his first time, was it?" asked Blaise, a sympathetic note evident in his voice.
"How devastating for Chang. I heard he was her first shag after Diggory died," added Theodore.
Draco glanced towards the dark-haired boy, positive they'd caught his attention by now. "Oh, yes. Well, I suppose it runs in the family," he said, raising his voice purposely.
Professor Snape stiffened, looking up from his desk.
Draco continued, "My father has told me several stories of James Potter falling asleep while in the midst of shagging his ex-girlfriends."
Snape let out a breath he hadn't realized he had even been holding and went back to grading papers on the effects and properties of Giant blood when exposed to moonlight.
But Harry wasn't going to let that go. Draco had been making snide remarks about Harry for the past week --well, more so than usual-- and involving Harry's parents was the last straw.
"Malfoy!" he roared, stomping over to Draco's table. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem? Why, the problem must be yours, because I'm sure I don't have any," Draco said simperingly.
Harry's fists clenched as he scowled at the grinning blonde Slytherin across his boiling cauldron. "Oh, of course not. Silly me, I seem to have forgotten," he said sarcastically. "Draco sodding Malfoy is absolutely, fucking perfect."
Draco smirked. "Damn straight."
Several Slytherins sniggered from behind Draco. Harry paid them no attention, only narrowing his eyes at his arch-enemy of six years.
"So, is it true you like to fall asleep while fucking, just like your father?" asked Draco, leaning forward, the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips.
"Fuck you, Malfoy! I don't care what bullshit you say about me, but you better keep your fucking mouth shut about my dad!"
"Yeah?" Draco sneered. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?"
Harry glared momentarily at the amused boy whose face was now three inches away from his own.
All movement ceased and everyone, including Professor Snape, looked on at the tiff the two best-looking boys of Hogwarts had gotten themselves into, anxiously waiting to hear Harry's response to Draco's challenge.
Deliberately waiting a few more seconds, Harry finally replied, smirking, "This." And he pulled an unsuspecting Draco forward and kissed him hard on the mouth.
There was a collective gasp among all the students, and Snape leaped up.
"Potter! Unhand him this instant!"
But Draco himself had parted his lips eagerly and slid his tongue into Harry's hot mouth, tangling Harry's tongue with his and moaning at the contact, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine. It had only taken him a moment to realize what was going on. His plan of getting Harry riled up enough to do something outrageous had worked, except he hadn't been expecting a kiss, especially not in front of the entire Potions class. Plus, he thought he'd have to be the one to initiate their first kiss, not the other way around. Still... Kissing Harry turned out exactly how he had imagined it to be: wet and warm and arousing and sensual and just bloody perfect. So perfect, in fact, that neither Draco nor Harry noticed the green bubbles that were floating up from Draco's still-churning cauldron and erupting on their chins.
"I'll have you know those bubbles are poisonous! Unless you want your chins to form itchy warts and pus-filled sores on them, I suggest you boys immediately stop ravaging each other and exercise some control over yourselves!"
Of course, Harry and Draco continued to snog blissfully, ignoring the agitated Potions professor's requests. They knew they could get an antidote for the after-effects of the poisonous bubbles from Hermione, if not from Professor Snape himself, as soon as they needed it. All that mattered to the two lust-crazed boys now was getting themselves to the nearest bed.
End