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Title: It's The Heat (The Epidemic)
Author: augustfai
Rating: PG-11 (13 is too high.)
Pairing: Various, H/D near the end, slightly pre-slash
Words: 1,179
Summary: Love strikes Hogwarts sometime in the late spring and has attacked so severely some teachers are calling it an epidemic.
Love strikes Hogwarts sometime in the late spring and has attacked so severely some teachers are calling it an epidemic. It must be the oncoming heat, they say, or perhaps the students are already in heat.
Susan Bones chops off her hair in favor of a curly bob and shoots up a few steps on the notice charts; before you would have let her pass without so much as a glance if you didn’t know her but now everyone has to say hello to Susie. She can’t say she doesn’t like it-it’s not dull, but it’s rather overwhelming. After a week she stops putting in the potion and her curls die out, and Seamus Finnigan gives her a daisy and says he’s smitten-was, even before she got a perm.
The teachers smile and the students gossip, but after a while Susan and Seamus are left alone to their own devices. Susan breathes a sigh of relief, and starts wearing lacy knickers. At least the school can’t see those.
Dean Thomas starts inviting girls in his art chambers for a quick sketch or two, and maybe a quick romp on the couch but that’s not part of the advertising. He struts himself all over school, calling himself The Artist (“Oh you know me, I’m The Artist,”) and mollycoddling the pretty girls. He shows them his oils and his brushes (the ones having to do with actual paint, of course), and then he kisses them, soft and sensual and smooth, like an artist would.
The girls swoon and let their clothes be rid of. After all, you can’t refuse the making of a masterpiece.
When the air starts getting warmer and the squid starts kissing the surface of the lake, Parvati Patil does some of her own kissing there, in the areas where the grass is high and dense and itchy, but a simple spell can relieve that. Lavender, of course, doesn’t like her robes getting dirty, but she didn’t think about that when she and Parvati struck up their ‘friends-with-benefits’ program. It was pretty fast, anyhow-first there was homework and then there was snogging and really, that’s the whole story.
Hagrid brings in a new animal and there’s so much commotion nobody hears the squealing and smacking around the water. Parvati screams, and nobody hears that either. It’s all very convenient.
Around the middle of May, things settle down for a bit, and the teachers wipe their foreheads and pile on the homework-maybe if they give their students so much work they’ll forget about the prospect of romance and summer and twilit nights. A week goes by and the library is fairly packed; Madame Pince has never been so lax with the rules (it’s the heat). Things are quiet, just for a bit.
‘A bit’ ends when Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley find Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom in a broom closet, doing you-know-what, on the second floor. Zabini claims it’s theirs (his and Ginny’s) and Luna says he’s a flittertwibbing yackernat (whatever that is). Ginny and Neville look at each other and blush. Word gets out, and goes around the school like measles in a crowded classroom. By the end of the week everyone has the names mixed up.
Professor Dumbledore stumbles upon the information seconds after it happens, before anyone else does. He finishes a bag of lemon drops in fifteen minutes, chuckles to himself, and pets Fawkes.
“It’s the heat, isn’t it, Fawkes?” he chuckles again, and Fawkes croons.
The next day word is going round that Pansy Parkinson and Ronald Weasley were caught-together-by the edge of the forest while everyone was in the library. Ron hides in his bed for six days out of humiliation, and Hermione finally lets Pansy in the common room after three. She gives Harry a look, and he immediately tells everyone in his year to not, under any circumstances, go into the dormitory until Ron comes out.
Ron doesn’t come out that day, and neither does Pansy. No one can get in, and everyone wants to sleep. Seamus goes to the Hufflepuff rooms to bunk with Susan, Dean goes to his art chamber (with Romilda Vane), Neville tries to remember where the Ravenclaw dorms are and Harry walks the corridors with his invisibility cloak. He has nowhere to go.
Around two in the morning he trips over something hard that speaks, and after he shakes off his cloak he realizes it’s Draco Malfoy, who is squinting in the darkness. Harry wonders what he’s doing out aloud, and Draco says he could ask the same. Harry tells him Ron locked the room, and Draco tells him Blaise and Ginny are snogging-or more, maybe-in front of the door to the Slytherin dorms and, given the current situation, nothing will get them to move.
They stand up and fall into step with each other.
“This is stupid,” Harry says after awhile, when they have passed the same tapestry for the fifth time.
“This?” Draco asks, and makes a vague gesture at the corridor and Harry, who is looking for a place to go, to sleep, to do something. “Or this?”
He gathers Harry in his cloak (it is very, very warm and soft) and kisses him, maybe, or maybe he just pulled Harry in a little too far, maybe he was pulling him away from some odd object. No, no, no. Harry closes his eyes. There was no odd object. Draco Malfoy is kissing him, and it is wrong, but there’s an epidemic going around. He can’t be blamed.
Harry and Draco pull apart at the same time and Draco looks very embarrassed and red. It is very funny, and Harry grins awkwardly. They move on.
Finally Harry becomes the leader and takes Draco to the Room of Requirement. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t told him to sod off long, long ago, but it’s kind of nice having company during these times of muddled infatuation, since he’s all alone (Hermione is lusting after someone and she won’t tell a soul who). He paces. The door appears.
“Was that there before?” Draco murmurs as they tiptoe inside.
“No,” Harry answers, and breathes a sigh of relief when he finds two comfy-looking beds.
Draco shuts the door and makes his way toward one, and Harry to the other. They sit on them for a bit, not talking (silence is such a godsend at night), and then, with a sigh, Draco slips under his covers and buries himself in pillows, like a bunny in grass. Harry grins again: he’s been doing that a lot tonight.
Harry slides under his own covers and, because he’s not fond of them, gives (throws) his pillows to Draco. Draco murmurs assent, he’s nearly asleep and not focused.
Before he turns the lights out, Harry props himself up his elbow and turns to the bed next to him, which has gotten a tad closer, somehow.
“Malfoy,” Harry whispers loudly, pushing Draco’s shoulder (and leaving his hand there, he can’t seem to pull it back). “Why’d you kiss me?”
Draco opens one eye and shuts it.
“It’s the heat,” he mumbles, and takes Harry’s hand in his own.
ETA: Snaps cup meme. I've never done one before! All you need is love.
Author: augustfai
Rating: PG-11 (13 is too high.)
Pairing: Various, H/D near the end, slightly pre-slash
Words: 1,179
Summary: Love strikes Hogwarts sometime in the late spring and has attacked so severely some teachers are calling it an epidemic.
Love strikes Hogwarts sometime in the late spring and has attacked so severely some teachers are calling it an epidemic. It must be the oncoming heat, they say, or perhaps the students are already in heat.
Susan Bones chops off her hair in favor of a curly bob and shoots up a few steps on the notice charts; before you would have let her pass without so much as a glance if you didn’t know her but now everyone has to say hello to Susie. She can’t say she doesn’t like it-it’s not dull, but it’s rather overwhelming. After a week she stops putting in the potion and her curls die out, and Seamus Finnigan gives her a daisy and says he’s smitten-was, even before she got a perm.
The teachers smile and the students gossip, but after a while Susan and Seamus are left alone to their own devices. Susan breathes a sigh of relief, and starts wearing lacy knickers. At least the school can’t see those.
Dean Thomas starts inviting girls in his art chambers for a quick sketch or two, and maybe a quick romp on the couch but that’s not part of the advertising. He struts himself all over school, calling himself The Artist (“Oh you know me, I’m The Artist,”) and mollycoddling the pretty girls. He shows them his oils and his brushes (the ones having to do with actual paint, of course), and then he kisses them, soft and sensual and smooth, like an artist would.
The girls swoon and let their clothes be rid of. After all, you can’t refuse the making of a masterpiece.
When the air starts getting warmer and the squid starts kissing the surface of the lake, Parvati Patil does some of her own kissing there, in the areas where the grass is high and dense and itchy, but a simple spell can relieve that. Lavender, of course, doesn’t like her robes getting dirty, but she didn’t think about that when she and Parvati struck up their ‘friends-with-benefits’ program. It was pretty fast, anyhow-first there was homework and then there was snogging and really, that’s the whole story.
Hagrid brings in a new animal and there’s so much commotion nobody hears the squealing and smacking around the water. Parvati screams, and nobody hears that either. It’s all very convenient.
Around the middle of May, things settle down for a bit, and the teachers wipe their foreheads and pile on the homework-maybe if they give their students so much work they’ll forget about the prospect of romance and summer and twilit nights. A week goes by and the library is fairly packed; Madame Pince has never been so lax with the rules (it’s the heat). Things are quiet, just for a bit.
‘A bit’ ends when Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley find Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom in a broom closet, doing you-know-what, on the second floor. Zabini claims it’s theirs (his and Ginny’s) and Luna says he’s a flittertwibbing yackernat (whatever that is). Ginny and Neville look at each other and blush. Word gets out, and goes around the school like measles in a crowded classroom. By the end of the week everyone has the names mixed up.
Professor Dumbledore stumbles upon the information seconds after it happens, before anyone else does. He finishes a bag of lemon drops in fifteen minutes, chuckles to himself, and pets Fawkes.
“It’s the heat, isn’t it, Fawkes?” he chuckles again, and Fawkes croons.
The next day word is going round that Pansy Parkinson and Ronald Weasley were caught-together-by the edge of the forest while everyone was in the library. Ron hides in his bed for six days out of humiliation, and Hermione finally lets Pansy in the common room after three. She gives Harry a look, and he immediately tells everyone in his year to not, under any circumstances, go into the dormitory until Ron comes out.
Ron doesn’t come out that day, and neither does Pansy. No one can get in, and everyone wants to sleep. Seamus goes to the Hufflepuff rooms to bunk with Susan, Dean goes to his art chamber (with Romilda Vane), Neville tries to remember where the Ravenclaw dorms are and Harry walks the corridors with his invisibility cloak. He has nowhere to go.
Around two in the morning he trips over something hard that speaks, and after he shakes off his cloak he realizes it’s Draco Malfoy, who is squinting in the darkness. Harry wonders what he’s doing out aloud, and Draco says he could ask the same. Harry tells him Ron locked the room, and Draco tells him Blaise and Ginny are snogging-or more, maybe-in front of the door to the Slytherin dorms and, given the current situation, nothing will get them to move.
They stand up and fall into step with each other.
“This is stupid,” Harry says after awhile, when they have passed the same tapestry for the fifth time.
“This?” Draco asks, and makes a vague gesture at the corridor and Harry, who is looking for a place to go, to sleep, to do something. “Or this?”
He gathers Harry in his cloak (it is very, very warm and soft) and kisses him, maybe, or maybe he just pulled Harry in a little too far, maybe he was pulling him away from some odd object. No, no, no. Harry closes his eyes. There was no odd object. Draco Malfoy is kissing him, and it is wrong, but there’s an epidemic going around. He can’t be blamed.
Harry and Draco pull apart at the same time and Draco looks very embarrassed and red. It is very funny, and Harry grins awkwardly. They move on.
Finally Harry becomes the leader and takes Draco to the Room of Requirement. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t told him to sod off long, long ago, but it’s kind of nice having company during these times of muddled infatuation, since he’s all alone (Hermione is lusting after someone and she won’t tell a soul who). He paces. The door appears.
“Was that there before?” Draco murmurs as they tiptoe inside.
“No,” Harry answers, and breathes a sigh of relief when he finds two comfy-looking beds.
Draco shuts the door and makes his way toward one, and Harry to the other. They sit on them for a bit, not talking (silence is such a godsend at night), and then, with a sigh, Draco slips under his covers and buries himself in pillows, like a bunny in grass. Harry grins again: he’s been doing that a lot tonight.
Harry slides under his own covers and, because he’s not fond of them, gives (throws) his pillows to Draco. Draco murmurs assent, he’s nearly asleep and not focused.
Before he turns the lights out, Harry props himself up his elbow and turns to the bed next to him, which has gotten a tad closer, somehow.
“Malfoy,” Harry whispers loudly, pushing Draco’s shoulder (and leaving his hand there, he can’t seem to pull it back). “Why’d you kiss me?”
Draco opens one eye and shuts it.
“It’s the heat,” he mumbles, and takes Harry’s hand in his own.
ETA: Snaps cup meme. I've never done one before! All you need is love.