Drabble - (You Drive Me) Crazy
Title: (You Drive Me) Crazy
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 320
Characters/Pairings: Ginny, Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): None
Summary: Ginny knew, deep down, that this was not the right thing to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 1 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Five. The prompt was Accio.
Ginny knew, deep down, that this was not the right thing to do. It certainly wasn't smart, or even very healthy, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Careful not to make a sound, she continued down the darkened corridor, listening for the soft footsteps coming from up ahead.
Ever since her breakup with Harry, she had become a bit... focused on knowing his whereabouts at all times. Ron and her friends had another word for it, but she paid them no mind. She only wanted to be sure that Harry was safe, after all. It's not like she was trying to find out who his new girlfriend was so she could curse their hair off or anything like that. Of course not; that would be crazy.
She rounded a corner and paused, seeing Harry duck behind a tapestry that she knew covered an alcove big enough for two. This was it; after weeks of wondering who Harry was seeing, she would finally find out tonight. Ginny moved as quickly and quietly as possible toward the tapestry. She scarcely dared to breathe when she was close enough to hear Harry's voice.
"Accio lube!"
"Are you actually that lazy, Potter? It's just in my cloak pocket."
"Which is all the way on the floor. Do you really want me to stop touching you right now to get it?"
"Point taken. Carry on."
Ginny sucked in a startled gasp as she recognized the other voice. That was no girl Harry was with. But no, it couldn't really be...
"Draco, if you keep that up, I won't last much longer."
"Just let go, Harry. I want you to."
Ginny stumbled backward as she heard two pleasure-filled groans from the other side of the tapestry. She hurriedly made her way up to Gryffindor Tower, thinking. Malfoy would kill her if she cursed off his precious hair, but a nice bat-bogey might do the trick...
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 320
Characters/Pairings: Ginny, Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): None
Summary: Ginny knew, deep down, that this was not the right thing to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for week 1 in slythindor100's H/D LDWS Round Five. The prompt was Accio.
Ginny knew, deep down, that this was not the right thing to do. It certainly wasn't smart, or even very healthy, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Careful not to make a sound, she continued down the darkened corridor, listening for the soft footsteps coming from up ahead.
Ever since her breakup with Harry, she had become a bit... focused on knowing his whereabouts at all times. Ron and her friends had another word for it, but she paid them no mind. She only wanted to be sure that Harry was safe, after all. It's not like she was trying to find out who his new girlfriend was so she could curse their hair off or anything like that. Of course not; that would be crazy.
She rounded a corner and paused, seeing Harry duck behind a tapestry that she knew covered an alcove big enough for two. This was it; after weeks of wondering who Harry was seeing, she would finally find out tonight. Ginny moved as quickly and quietly as possible toward the tapestry. She scarcely dared to breathe when she was close enough to hear Harry's voice.
"Accio lube!"
"Are you actually that lazy, Potter? It's just in my cloak pocket."
"Which is all the way on the floor. Do you really want me to stop touching you right now to get it?"
"Point taken. Carry on."
Ginny sucked in a startled gasp as she recognized the other voice. That was no girl Harry was with. But no, it couldn't really be...
"Draco, if you keep that up, I won't last much longer."
"Just let go, Harry. I want you to."
Ginny stumbled backward as she heard two pleasure-filled groans from the other side of the tapestry. She hurriedly made her way up to Gryffindor Tower, thinking. Malfoy would kill her if she cursed off his precious hair, but a nice bat-bogey might do the trick...