Passing Embraces - Harry Potter - PG (AWDT)
TITLE: Passing Embraces
AUTHOR: anansay
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Harry, Draco, nameless, faceless students
WORDS: Just over 500. *cringes*
RATING: PG
GENRE: My poor attempt at humour?
WARNING: Nada.
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. Fanfiction posted in this journal is rated by the author following the indications of Motion Picture Association's film ratings.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for the AWTD on jamie2109's journal. The prompt: “boys don’t kiss boys”.
ARCHIVING: Just let me know where.
SUMMARY: The halls are busy. Students are hungry. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. Right?
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Passing Embraces
by Anansay
August 21, 2006
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The hallway was abuzz with activity. Being late in the day, classes were over, all the students were about, juggling heavy book bags, their flowing robes, gangly pubescent bodies among the throng of cascading students flowing this way and that toward their respective common rooms.
The fresh smell of venison floated through the halls, further encouraging a sort of manic foot dance, the students’ mouths salivating and making talking a gurgled messily wet thing with hands wiping faces and grimacing.
“Oi, Mate! You spit on me!”
“Argh! Quit with the waterworks!”
“Are you, by any chance, drowning? ‘Cause I am!”
Harry wasn’t immune to either his body’s reaction to scrumptious food, nor his proximity to others’ mouths and he too was thinking about a shower before eating. But then again, the food might all be gone by the time he got there. The idea that perhaps other students were thinking the same thing didn’t occur to him, of course. Like only he would think of a shower. So he pushed and shoved and manhandled his way to the Gryffindor common room, to drop off his book bag. The ride back down wasn’t any less crowded, only there were no book bags swinging into people as corners were rounded on squeaky rubber soled shoes.
Of course, in the rush of things, no one really thinks that it’s everybody having a hard time even moving properly. No, only them. So when Harry rounded the corner a break-neck speed, a hand shooting out to grasp the rough stone, he wasn’t all that surprised to run smack-dab into another body.
He apologized, stumbled back, hit another body and then just slid sideways against the wall and let the throng pass him by. Of course, the body into which he’d bumped decided not to leave well enough.
“Potter,” the voice spat and Harry groaned and let his eyes roll.
“Malfoy,” he responded, deliberately letting his voice drawl.
“Watch where you going! Your glasses not strong enough, four-eyed?”
“Sod off, will you? I’m hungry.”
“The emptiness of your stomach sucking the brains from your head?”
Harry turned his head from watching the mess of people and caught Malfoy’s eye. “Uh, no,” he said.
“Then out of my way!” And Malfoy walked right into Harry, his shoulder connecting painfully with Harry’s sending him flying into the wall, his feel slipping from beneath him. His arm lashed out and grabbed onto something to keep him from falling. Only that something wasn’t that steady and Harry found himself plunging into a sea of shifting bodies with something else coming down atop him. He landed with a hard thuck on the stone floor, an edge of stone pressing into his back and his robes wrapped tightly around his legs. He opened his eyes, and then opened them wide.
Malfoy’s own wide eyes were staring down at him, his mouth gaping, hand by Harry’s head.
“Oi Potter! Careful what you grab there!”
“Don’t shove into me next time!”
“You were in my way!”
“You need that much room?”
Malfoy growled and shifted his body to the side. Harry saw his hand come up, his hand balled into a fist, a moment before the swift movement caught his eye and he opened his mouth to say something and found his mouth full of-
-Malfoy’s tongue. And Malfoy’s hand on his face. His eyes were wide and Harry could see the surprise and shock in them quite clearly. They didn’t move.
Suddenly Malfoy was gone leaving Harry’s mouth open wide and quite empty. Above him, strong thick arms were around Malfoy’s struggling body and then over Malfoy’s shoulder popped Ron’s head. “Harry, you alright?”
Harry wiped his mouth with his sleeve and worked himself upright. “Fine, Ron. Uh, Malfoy-”
Malfoy growled and lunged at Harry. Ron held him tight. “That did not happen! Got it! It just-didn’t!”
“Yeah. Because, you know, boys don’t kiss boys.”
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THE END