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nursedarry) wrote2009-02-28 08:19 pm
nursedarry) wrote2009-02-28 08:19 pm
Fic: Better & Better
Title: Better & Better
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nursedarry
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 226
Rating: R-ish, AU
Warning: A very quick but rather unsavoury Harry/Ginny image
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me nor am I making any money from this work of fiction. All characters are over the age of consent.
A/N: This came to me when driving to work last week, which begs the question were my eyes on the road whilst my head was in the gutter? Thanks todelphipsmith for the once-over and kick up the backside.
~*~
“And it’s finished,” Hermione says with a satisfied tone, carefully setting down her wooden spoon onto the worktop.
Malfoy walks by as she says it and looks derisively into her cauldron, then back up to our group at large. “Ha,” he scoffs. “I can do better than that.”
And he can- according to Snape, of course.
~*~
Standing on the sidelines- we’re supposed to be helping Madam Hooch observe the younger students- we both watch as the 3rd year Ravenclaw grabs the practice Snitch from under the nose of the Gryffindor student.
“Ha,” says Malfoy disdainfully. He’s not looking at me but I can tell he’s saying this for my benefit. “I can do better than that.”
And he can- leading Slytherin to victory over Hufflepuff in less than half an hour.
~*~
My back is pressed up against the dark corridor wall, my eyes closed, my penis in Ginny’s mouth. I try to focus long enough to give her the requisite warning.
The next morning, Hedwig delivers a note to me as I eat breakfast in the Great Hall. I unfold it and read the neat cursive. It’s from Malfoy, for I recognise the handwriting. I look around wildly. He’s not in the Hall.
I look back down at the note.
“Same corridor, 11pm: I can do better than that.”
~*~
And do you know what?
He can.
Author:
nursedarryPairing: H/D
Word Count: 226
Rating: R-ish, AU
Warning: A very quick but rather unsavoury Harry/Ginny image
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me nor am I making any money from this work of fiction. All characters are over the age of consent.
A/N: This came to me when driving to work last week, which begs the question were my eyes on the road whilst my head was in the gutter? Thanks to
delphipsmith for the once-over and kick up the backside.~*~
“And it’s finished,” Hermione says with a satisfied tone, carefully setting down her wooden spoon onto the worktop.
Malfoy walks by as she says it and looks derisively into her cauldron, then back up to our group at large. “Ha,” he scoffs. “I can do better than that.”
And he can- according to Snape, of course.
~*~
Standing on the sidelines- we’re supposed to be helping Madam Hooch observe the younger students- we both watch as the 3rd year Ravenclaw grabs the practice Snitch from under the nose of the Gryffindor student.
“Ha,” says Malfoy disdainfully. He’s not looking at me but I can tell he’s saying this for my benefit. “I can do better than that.”
And he can- leading Slytherin to victory over Hufflepuff in less than half an hour.
~*~
My back is pressed up against the dark corridor wall, my eyes closed, my penis in Ginny’s mouth. I try to focus long enough to give her the requisite warning.
The next morning, Hedwig delivers a note to me as I eat breakfast in the Great Hall. I unfold it and read the neat cursive. It’s from Malfoy, for I recognise the handwriting. I look around wildly. He’s not in the Hall.
I look back down at the note.
“Same corridor, 11pm: I can do better than that.”
~*~
And do you know what?
He can.
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