Potter’s face went slack, morphing into a defensive glare which burned Draco with ire, “So still all blood purity with you then? I can’t say I’m disappointed Malfoy. I thought you’d changed.”
He had changed damn it! How could he believe in blood purity when one of the brightest witches of our age, and perhaps all time was a muggleborn?
“Just a faux pas! I haven’t believed in blood purity for years now. My parents just brought me up that way! I didn’t know any better.” Potter looked soft now as he contemplated Draco’s words, he opened his mouth to respond but no words came out as he was struck dumb by the appearance of something probably large and altogether terrifying behind him. Great.
Whipping around he turned to face what he thought …show more content…
“Pssh. Obviously, I think Gnomes like to eat these creatures but do you know any in a five mile radius?”
It was completely dark now with only glow worms for light. One by one the horklumps became bioluminescent in the darkness, their teeth white and razor sharp. Their colors illuminating the forest in beautiful green but the beauty would not last, the horklumps taking off at once in a bolt of light akin to the killing curse, which it might be if Potter and himself didn’t fucking move!
“Potter! Run!”
Dashing through the dense forest blind to any roots that may trip them, running for their lives they jumped, leaped, and sprinted. Fleeing from the carnivorous beasts they shot curse after curse behind them.
“Reducto!” No effect. Just got angrier
“Flipendo!” That one worked a little but was not a good long term solution
One little one nipped the back of Draco’s ankle, blistering it. Stepping on the stupid toadstool, he put on an extra burst of speed. How fast can a fucking mushroom run anyway?
Remembering too late that their saliva is a protein destroying enzyme, Malfoy’s ankle was slowly dissolving making it very painful to run and slowing down was not an option unless he wanted to be eaten …show more content…
Running for my life here Harry!”
“My middle name! I just thought you should know if we’re going to die!”
“Why the fuck would I care now!?”
Laughing Potter grabbed Draco and pulled him into a small opening in between two rocks, just making it time before an army of angry fungi rushed pass. Panting and standing very close, the two hid from the hoard of mutated Horklumps stampeding very close by. Draco had to slouch in the crevice, his stature of 185 centimeters were suddenly very cramped. His neck lowered to be eye level with Potter.
While Potter was very attractive all broad shoulders and glinting green eyes it could never happen between them. Ever. But even so, being squished against a handsome bloke in what seemed like a broom closet in a very long dry spell was starting to become a ‘big’ issue.
“You called me Harry.” Potter breathed.
“Shit. He caught that?”
“That’s your name isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but you’ve never called me that before.”
“True, do you want me to call you Harry.”
“Yeah.” Potter
He had changed damn it! How could he believe in blood purity when one of the brightest witches of our age, and perhaps all time was a muggleborn?
“Just a faux pas! I haven’t believed in blood purity for years now. My parents just brought me up that way! I didn’t know any better.” Potter looked soft now as he contemplated Draco’s words, he opened his mouth to respond but no words came out as he was struck dumb by the appearance of something probably large and altogether terrifying behind him. Great.
Whipping around he turned to face what he thought …show more content…
“Pssh. Obviously, I think Gnomes like to eat these creatures but do you know any in a five mile radius?”
It was completely dark now with only glow worms for light. One by one the horklumps became bioluminescent in the darkness, their teeth white and razor sharp. Their colors illuminating the forest in beautiful green but the beauty would not last, the horklumps taking off at once in a bolt of light akin to the killing curse, which it might be if Potter and himself didn’t fucking move!
“Potter! Run!”
Dashing through the dense forest blind to any roots that may trip them, running for their lives they jumped, leaped, and sprinted. Fleeing from the carnivorous beasts they shot curse after curse behind them.
“Reducto!” No effect. Just got angrier
“Flipendo!” That one worked a little but was not a good long term solution
One little one nipped the back of Draco’s ankle, blistering it. Stepping on the stupid toadstool, he put on an extra burst of speed. How fast can a fucking mushroom run anyway?
Remembering too late that their saliva is a protein destroying enzyme, Malfoy’s ankle was slowly dissolving making it very painful to run and slowing down was not an option unless he wanted to be eaten …show more content…
Running for my life here Harry!”
“My middle name! I just thought you should know if we’re going to die!”
“Why the fuck would I care now!?”
Laughing Potter grabbed Draco and pulled him into a small opening in between two rocks, just making it time before an army of angry fungi rushed pass. Panting and standing very close, the two hid from the hoard of mutated Horklumps stampeding very close by. Draco had to slouch in the crevice, his stature of 185 centimeters were suddenly very cramped. His neck lowered to be eye level with Potter.
While Potter was very attractive all broad shoulders and glinting green eyes it could never happen between them. Ever. But even so, being squished against a handsome bloke in what seemed like a broom closet in a very long dry spell was starting to become a ‘big’ issue.
“You called me Harry.” Potter breathed.
“Shit. He caught that?”
“That’s your name isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but you’ve never called me that before.”
“True, do you want me to call you Harry.”
“Yeah.” Potter