7prompts- werewolves, roses, trenchcoats
Takes place... actually, I'm not sure when, but Sirius is dead. Malfoy isn't on his mission at the time. I do know they're on Christmas break, and, as usual, The gang, and Malfoy stayed. There are hints to my upcoming Fic with an oc liking Luna, but they'll be pretty much impossible to detect. Sorry it's so back and forth. It's liable to be finnished by the next chapter. Unless people really really want me to continue, but that won't happen unless a whack of you ask me in comments. Does no one but me leave comments anymore? I mean, seriously.
Malfoy, back from detention with Hagrid, stormed into Hogwarts that night soaked to the core with muck and rain. His trenchcoat looked more like a moleskin jacket than any coat ought to.
"What are you looking at, twerps?" he fumed at some first years. They shrunk away like a band of reprimanded puppies. Even Filch had enough sence to keep away. He flounced through the building as if he were at home in his mansion.
"Ruddy game keeper. Don't know what those three like about him so much." He mumbled as Ron, Harry, and Hermione stumbled past him, giggling and joking about some nonsence. Hermione had been blushing, but giggling along, and that was something that didn't often happen. At least, it didn't while he was in thier presesnce. He decided to tail them, despite the fact that he made far too much noise for it to be successful. He squashed off behind them.
"I'll give you a whole galleon if you kiss Malfoy! I mean, really kiss him." Hermione chuckled quietly in her drunken stupor. The three had gone to the dining hall to get some late night snacks, and had found what had smelled like cream soda, but had turned out to be some form of sweet flavored liquor. Harry was only slightly red from the draught, but Hermione was giggling up a storm and Ron was stumbling something fierce.
"Okay! I'm game!" Harry bounded cheerfully, twirling and acting downright stupid as he went along. "But we have to get him alone, I don't want them to pin me, the greatest young wizard of alll time, to be pinned as a quee-ur." Perhaps he was a bit more pissed than initially thought. Anywho, it was a little known fact that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was out to be in love as many times as humanly possible. For he was bisexual, and of the three people he'd ever told, one was dead: Sirius Black.
"Harry! Shush! He's tailing us!" Even giggly, and pissed, the girl was alert. They looked behind him. About twenty meters back was the unmistakeable blonde head of Drako Malfoy, sticking out of what seemed to be his best impression of Hagrid.
"Come on!" They turned off into a random, unoccupied hall.
I can't hear a bloody thing! He'd been trailing them for a while now, maintaining his distance. Are they... Drunk? He watched the fumbling, stumbling forms prancing down the empty corridors. Oh yeah. Definately pissed. Malfoy smirked, trying to contain his laughter. He trailed along, getting steadily closer and closer.
Suddenly, they broke into a brisk trot. A rather lopsided, uncoordinated trot, that is. Malfoy followed the seemingly random twists and turns easily. They got faster, he followed en suit. What's Potter up to? Does he think I'm going to turn him in for whatever it is they're doing? This seemed a bit too purposeful to be the plans of a drunk. Where are you taking me? To the Gryffindor dormitories? They went higher and higher, untill he knew there would be no one around to help him if they decided to attack him or something. Shit. I have a weird feeling...
"Wait for it, he's getting closer..." Hermione glanced at the eager Drako, chasing after them, just waiting to see what kind of mischief they were up to now. He was in for a shock. "Now!" she yelled and Harry darted back the way they'd come, chasing now at a rather confused and horrified Malfoy.
"What are you running for, Malfoy?" he slurred, "You wuh the one, chasing me." Drako was still running, but Harry was aparently only barely impared in the field of motor skills when pissed. And the blonde seemed weighted down by all that mud. He grabbed him and shoved him against the wall with a thud. Malfoy was pinned, and Potter wasn't about to let go any time soon.
"Sorry... wanted you to stop wriggling around. Monkey." Malfoy stopped wiggling as much and was now trying to get his face as far from the butterscotch scent wafting from Harry's mouth. His head thrashed, trying to get away. He was suddenly still as Potter's calm eyes stared into his and they were connected somehow.
"What kind of stupid spell is this, Potter?" He half sneered. Harry didn't answer, but brought his mouth upon his. Harry was astonished to find Malfoy kissing back. It was slow, but filled with passion that normally should have been saved for early lovers. Harry still held him, but the grip was more to make sure he was still there, than to keep him there. Harry felt hands on his chest, hands a bit smaller than his own. He could feel they were clammy and cold through his shirt. Draco's lips melded to his own as they tangled their hands in eachother's hair. The kiss broke off and they looked at each other before Harry let go. Harry's eyes were remarkably unfoggy, just barely cloudy at all, for someone who was quite obviously had been drinking. Unless, Harry wan't drunk.
"You owe me a galleon, Hermione!" Harry put his act back on, skipping clumsily back to them. "You might even give me a seccond! He kissed back." They moseyed off to their common room.