Take Two - Redoing Assignment #7
Sep. 4th, 2013 08:34 pmAssignment #7: 4 prompts in 463 words: New DADA teacher, potion partners, late for class, passing notes. In bold in text.
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Harry collapsed into a chair in the eight-year common room and wondered why he'd ever thought that coming back to Hogwarts would be a good idea. Only three days into the school year, it seemed like nothing was going right. He had more homework due tomorrow than he could complete in a week, he had detention on Friday for passing notes in class, and Ron and Hermione had become potions partners without him so that he was stuck at a table alone with Ernie Macmillan's rambling commentary.
He had thought being back at Hogwarts would help him feel normal again after the war, but he wasn't even sure what that meant any more. For him, normal had been risking his life and fighting Voldemort every year. This—academic pressure and feeling like a third wheel when his best friends got soppy—this was someone else's life.
Except that it was now his.
Hermione talked about him being finally free, but freedom was oddly terrifying. Suddenly his school work seemed to be about planning the rest of his life, not just surviving the year or avoiding detention. They'd barely even begun the year and people were talking about interviewing for jobs and where they would live after graduation. Why couldn't he just enjoy himself and relax?
Pale hair caught his eye as Malfoy strode in from the boys' dorm with his bag across his shoulder. He pulled out a quill as he walked and it fluttered from his long fingers to the floor. As Harry watched, Malfoy bent at the waist to retrieve it, showing off the firm, round curve of his arse against his surprisingly-fitted robes.
<i>That</i> had been quite the surprise. Who would have thought that Malfoy would look like that when he stopped fearing for his life and started eating properly? Who would have guessed that Harry would become obsessed with him once again for reasons that had nothing to do with suspicion and everything to do with lust?
Just look at that tight arse jutting up into the air! How could Harry not stare?
Malfoy stood up straight and looked over his shoulder with a knowing smirk on his lips. "Best not be late for class, Potter. The new DADA teacher <i>hates</i> you." Malfoy sounded delighted about the last bit, but he made no move towards the door as he stroked his chin with his quill. Harry imagined doing the same with his tongue.
"Coming?" Malfoy had a brow raised in question and a tint of a smile—a smug but genuine one—on his lips. It was an invitation Harry couldn't refuse.
He grabbed his books and shot to his feet in a single movement. As he rushed to Malfoy's side, he decided that coming back to Hogwarts had been a brilliant decision.
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