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Smut for Beginners
By : meleighme
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
***You guys make me blush with all your reviews. *blushes* Now a short update, but whatever. It’s better than no update at all. Also, apparently this fic takes place in an AU fifth year.
The Gryffindor table had never looked so intimidating. Everyone was sitting and laughing and eating, and Harry was reasonably sure that they were talking about something else besides the notebook. He hoped.
The conversation would most certainly change topics from Quidditch to Harry, though, as soon as he walked in. He knew it would, and there was nothing to be done--short of obliviating everyone--that would make that situation not happen. Taking a deep breath, Harry turned around to go back up to the dorms and hide.
Except a scowling Ron was standing in his way. “Hullo Harry.”
Harry nodded. “Hi, Ron.”
Ron narrowed his eyes. “Not going to eat with us? You must be hungry. You haven’t been in the Great Hall all day.” He looked Harry up and down. “I’m sure that you’re famished. Shouldn’t you at least have something to keep up your stamina?”
“I’ve already eaten in the--”
“And when I say keep up your stamina,” Ron interrupted. “What I mean is, keep up your ability to write awful stories about you and Malfoy’s sex life.”
Harry grinned weakly. “No one’s going to let this go, are they?”
“No.” Ron shook his head. “Not for at least another month or two. But Harry, you’re not really, I mean, you’re not really interested in Malfoy are you?” Harry lowered his eyes and Ron groaned. “You are. Fine. Just don’t go around leaving smut notebooks for my baby sister to find, alright then?”
Nodding, Harry followed Ron into the hall and was immediately taken aback by the loud squeals from what seemed like every single girl in the room. “I can’t do this, Ron.” He said out of the side of his mouth as they walked towards the Gryffindor table. “Can’t I just…I don’t know, go defeat Voldemort again or something?”
Ron ignored him. “Hey guys!” He called out to the end of the table. “Did you save us a seat?”
Harry looked up and was greeted by an entire table of smiling Gryffindors. While the girls were looking sort of predatory--and that was frightening by itself--the guys had these horrifying, shit-eating, this-material-will-never-run-out, we-can-make-fun-of-him-for-the-rest-of-his-life grins. Maybe Harry was exaggerating, but then again Seamus was sitting next to Ron and Dean, and Ginny was sitting over by Hermoine and they were all motioning for him to come closer, and at least two of them were making rude hand gestures. He glanced over to the Slytherin table. And Draco wasn’t even there.
Before he could think of an excuse to bolt, an owl flew into the room and landed on Harry’s head. Flinching, Harry grabbed at the bird and to dislodge it, but it began to peck and flutter wildly about; disorienting Harry to the point where he fell over. It was flying erratically and clawing at his ears, and feathers were flinging into his eyes. He couldn’t hear what was going on around him; the high pitched shrieks of the deranged animal were deafening and Harry was going to die of humiliation when all this was said and done, and then someone shouted out Petrificus Totalus! And the bird went still.
Cautiously sitting up, Harry poked at the owl with one finger. It turned over and there was a note attached to its leg. He carefully untied it and looked around the Hall. Everyone was staring at him and whispering. He flushed.
“Er, I have to go to the bathroom.” Harry said to no one in particular. “Night, all.” He picked himself up and ran out of the room, only stopping when the corridor seemed deserted. Leaning against a wall, Harry tried to catch his breath. The note was crumpled in his hand, sort of slimy and looking faintly like the owl had…well, like the owl had used the paper as its own personal toilet.
Harry grimaced and ducked into the nearest abandoned classroom that Hogwarts had so many of. He walked over to the desk and sat down, smoothing out the note so he could read it.
Harry,
Do hope the owl wasn’t too ornery. I have an intimate knowledge of how it feels when something shits all over your reputation, and it would be a shame for the bird to have done that to you.
If you want your notebook back, you’ll meet me near the Astronomy Tower after dinner.
Draco
Harry threw the note across the room. Draco was overreacting! If anyone’s reputation was ruined, it was Harry’s. People didn’t care about the object of the fantasies, only that Harry had written them down. And now he really hated Snape even more for even suggesting that writing down his feelings helped clear his mind for Occlumency. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Snape had set this entire thing up just so that he could irritate the hell out of Harry.
Growling, Harry marched over to the other side of the room and picked up the note. He stuck it in his pocket. Best not to leave anything else lying around that could be used to embarrass him. He sighed and began to trudge up to the tower.
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