Meet Me in the Library

Meet Me In The Library

Harry sat in a daze in Divination class as Ron stared at his tea leaves.

"Well mate, by the looks of these tea leaves, and you know they're never wrong," Ron said with a roguish wink,"you're going to come across an unexpected love. Way to go, mate!"

"Wha...?" Harry said stupidly.

"Unexpected love, Harry! You know! Sex or something like that."

"Huh?" Harry said, not really paying attention.

"The tea leaves! Sex and all! By the way, if you get some and, well, you know... do you think I could have a go with her, since Hermione's on her whole 'no snogging' thing since she read that book on Muggle pregnancy, and seeing as I haven't had any in ages... as long as it's not Ginny or someone like that," Ron said, shuddering at the thought of doing you-know-what with his sister.

"Uh," Harry said idly.

"Ugh! Forget it!" Ron said, exasperated.

Professor Trelawney, whom Professor Dumbledore had brought back to reclaim her post as Divination teacher, was absent-mindedly strolling between the tables and chair occupied by her students. Normally she would have glared at Ron for his talking and groaning, but she seemed as though she was no longer interested in anything around her. She'd been that way since her "episode" with Professor Umbridge at the end of last year.

"Harry, you know what? I think you need a long, hard..." Ron started to say until he was cut when Lavender Brown excitedly squealed,"Uranus!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Ron or the rest of the class.

"What's up with Uranus, Lavender?" asked Dean Thomas.

Once again, the class sniggered and giggled.

Lavender sat down quietly, as did the rest of the class, until the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

Ron and Harry met up with Hermione down in the Entrance Hall, where Ron tried to give Hermione a quick kiss. Hermione, however, pushed Ron away and said, "No Ron! You know what I said about stuff like that!"

"Hermione, you know as well as I do that I can't put a bun in your overn just by kissing you on the cheek," Ron said through gritted teeth.

"Let's find a seat, shall we?" Harry said, sensing the mounting tension between his friends and thinking about who's oven he like to put his "bun" in.

"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"What?" Harry asked. But then he realized that his feet had seemed to guide themselves over to the Slytherin table.

"Oops. My mistake," he said while looking over at the Slytherins.

"Who'd even want to be in Slytherin, let alone sit at their table? Especially with that bastard Malfoy!" Ron stated.

Harry, realizing almost too late that he was supposed to agree, quickly said, "Uh, yeah!"

Ron, however, was too engaged in eating his shepherd's pie to care about what Harry had said.

"Mmm. I'd want to be in Slytherin, just so I could pummel that sexy beast Malfoy senseless and ravage him all day and all night," Harry thought to himself, suddenly realizing that he was staring at the object of his lust, who just happened to be staring straight back.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"I, uh... I just remembered! I have to go back to Trelawney's. I left my quill up there," Harry lied as he dashed from the table.

He kept on dashing, right up until he got to the library. Madam Pince shot Harry a glare of pure venom as he quickled made his way to the back of the library. To his immense surprise, someone was waiting for him.

"'Lo, Potter."

"How, how?"

"How did I get here before you? Simple, Potter. I know better shortcuts."

Harry could not believe that he was standing face to face with Draco Malfoy, the very person that he had wanted for so long.

"He's so damn sexy when he's cocky," Harry thought amusedly.

"So, Potter. I hear you fancy me," Draco said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"What? But who told...?" Harry trailed off, dumbfounded.

"You do fancy me! Ha! No one told me Potter. Well, except you, just now."

A million thought were racing through Harry's mind, but one kept popping up; "Draco Malfoy is one damn fine fox."

"Well, Potter, I might as well get this over with... I fancy you too. There, I said it. Now what?"

Was Draco saying what Harry thought he was saying?

"Say that again..." Harry asked.

"Now what?"

"No, the bit before that."

"Oh. I fancy you Potter. Simple as that. No what do we do?"

Harry knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he doubted very much that Madam Pince would allow it.

"Well,"said Harry coolly,"we could go upstairs and..."

"Shag? Excellent idea, Potter. What're we waiting for?"

And with that, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the two adolescents who had once hated each other, trotted off to the Room of Requirement and, well, snogged the night away.

THE END

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