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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-02-10 08:34 pm
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-02-10 08:34 pm
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No Flirtation
Title: No Flirtation
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Challenge:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
slythindor100 challenge #39, Promises Made and Broken
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Sequel to Veiled Flirtations
Harry's hand shook as he reached for the cauldron, his poise pierced by Snape's glare and Draco's indifference. Soft lips and hot glances, subtle flirtations and the promise of more tonight – Harry cast a sidelong glance at Draco.
"Eyes on your work, Mr. Potter," Snape said from his desk, and Harry sighed.
Draco was all hard lines and aloof elegance now, sweet promises forgotten. He'd moved his stack of cauldrons to the far sink, as far from Harry as he could be. He ignored Harry, his gaze was fixed on his work, his lips lacking the softness of flirtation.
His wand concealed in his pocket, Draco was using magic to speed his cleaning. Snape, indulgent as ever, ignored the infraction.
A clump of soap bubbles flew up into the air, landing on Draco's nose. Harry closed his eyes and bit his tongue, scrubbing his cauldron with unnecessary vigor. The touch of Draco's lips, the taste, the feeling of Draco's hands warm on his shoulders – it was gone, and he wouldn't dwell on memories and broken promises.
He had not wanted Draco's flirtations, he had not wanted another kiss, he had not wanted to feel Draco's body pressed against his. Scrubbing, elbow-deep in soapy water, Harry repeated the mantra.
"Eyes on your own work, Mr. Potter," Snape said, and Harry closed his eyes. The pile of cauldrons was higher than ever, the dirty water shriveled his fingers until they stung, and Draco hadn't once looked at Harry tonight.
The curve of Draco's neck as he bent over the cauldron, the stray lock of hair that fell across his forehead, Draco was beautiful until he looked up, a sneer marring his lips. "Potter is staring at me, sir."
"Potter, what did I tell you?"
Draco smirked, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, and Harry swallowed. "Want to touch you, kiss you, fuck you ..."
"You're dismissed, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said.
Draco turned and went to the door without a backwards glance, not stopping when Harry said, "Wait, Draco ... you said we'd talk."
"Draco, you promised ..." The door closed with a thud and Harry froze, staring at it.
Snape levitated the rest of the cauldrons over to Harry's sink with a smirk. "Eyes on your work, Mr. Potter. You won't be dismissed until these are all clean."
Harry attacked the pile of cauldrons, scrubbing them clean, scrubbing Draco from his thoughts. Draco's hair, shining in even the dim light of the dungeons, the sway of Draco's arse as he left, the sneer on his lips – Harry closed his eyes, scrubbing with blind fervor, wishing himself anywhere but the dungeons, anything but rejected, anything but humiliated.
He set the last cauldron on the counter with a clang, droplets of clean water splattering the floor.
"Wipe that up, Mr. Potter," Snape said.
Harry stared at Snape, his heartbeat echoing loud in his ears. His hands, clenched into fists, shook. He turned and left, stepping over the wet splotches on the floor.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Challenge:
slythindor100 challenge #39, Promises Made and Broken Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Sequel to Veiled Flirtations
Harry's hand shook as he reached for the cauldron, his poise pierced by Snape's glare and Draco's indifference. Soft lips and hot glances, subtle flirtations and the promise of more tonight – Harry cast a sidelong glance at Draco.
"Eyes on your work, Mr. Potter," Snape said from his desk, and Harry sighed.
Draco was all hard lines and aloof elegance now, sweet promises forgotten. He'd moved his stack of cauldrons to the far sink, as far from Harry as he could be. He ignored Harry, his gaze was fixed on his work, his lips lacking the softness of flirtation.
His wand concealed in his pocket, Draco was using magic to speed his cleaning. Snape, indulgent as ever, ignored the infraction.
A clump of soap bubbles flew up into the air, landing on Draco's nose. Harry closed his eyes and bit his tongue, scrubbing his cauldron with unnecessary vigor. The touch of Draco's lips, the taste, the feeling of Draco's hands warm on his shoulders – it was gone, and he wouldn't dwell on memories and broken promises.
He had not wanted Draco's flirtations, he had not wanted another kiss, he had not wanted to feel Draco's body pressed against his. Scrubbing, elbow-deep in soapy water, Harry repeated the mantra.
"Eyes on your own work, Mr. Potter," Snape said, and Harry closed his eyes. The pile of cauldrons was higher than ever, the dirty water shriveled his fingers until they stung, and Draco hadn't once looked at Harry tonight.
The curve of Draco's neck as he bent over the cauldron, the stray lock of hair that fell across his forehead, Draco was beautiful until he looked up, a sneer marring his lips. "Potter is staring at me, sir."
"Potter, what did I tell you?"
Draco smirked, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, and Harry swallowed. "Want to touch you, kiss you, fuck you ..."
"You're dismissed, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said.
Draco turned and went to the door without a backwards glance, not stopping when Harry said, "Wait, Draco ... you said we'd talk."
"Draco, you promised ..." The door closed with a thud and Harry froze, staring at it.
Snape levitated the rest of the cauldrons over to Harry's sink with a smirk. "Eyes on your work, Mr. Potter. You won't be dismissed until these are all clean."
Harry attacked the pile of cauldrons, scrubbing them clean, scrubbing Draco from his thoughts. Draco's hair, shining in even the dim light of the dungeons, the sway of Draco's arse as he left, the sneer on his lips – Harry closed his eyes, scrubbing with blind fervor, wishing himself anywhere but the dungeons, anything but rejected, anything but humiliated.
He set the last cauldron on the counter with a clang, droplets of clean water splattering the floor.
"Wipe that up, Mr. Potter," Snape said.
Harry stared at Snape, his heartbeat echoing loud in his ears. His hands, clenched into fists, shook. He turned and left, stepping over the wet splotches on the floor.