Post by kellyanne on Jan 28, 2009 1:41:33 GMT -5
A/N: Soooo.... this was a plot bunny... and I 'adopted' it... I hope you like it. I wrote it between classes and I don't have the nerve at the moment to look over it. But I thought I'd put it up anyway. Hopefully you understand 
lol. I just put the lyrics as the headings for each... drabble I guess is what it is. Enjoy!
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"But once they start looking like the combination to their locker
All they gotta do is flash a schoolgirl look
Next thing you know, we're carrying their books"
Arthur was never sure how he got into trouble with the opposite sex, especially when it was with a girl who wasn’t his girlfriend. But still, he tried for the umpteenth time to get the attention of the pretty little redhead beside him.
“Molly?”
Molly shot him a warning look, before turning back to the cauldron between them. She gave it a fifth stir.
Arthur swallowed. “Uhm, Molly?”
Letting out a loud sigh, loud enough to have a couple of Molly’s friends send him matching glares, she turned to him. “What Arthur?”
“... Why are you upset with me?” He rushed the words out of his mouth, foolishly thinking that the quicker he said them, the sooner the pain would be over.
Molly’s eyes hardened for a moment. Arthur stared at her, obviously confused, and it wore Molly down. She sighed, softer this time. “You and Emily; you were supposed to take me to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
Arthur frowned. “When did I say that?”
Molly seemed to get even more upset. “At Seamus’ birthday party!”
Arthur paused. “... his birthday party was in August.” He looked at Molly, who was giving him a look that let him know she was aware of when the part was. “You expect me to remember something that happened three months ago?!”
Molly scowled, and then turned away from him, throwing the last ingredient into the potion. Arthur clenched his jaw – this girl was so infuriating! How was he supposed to remember something that happened three months ago, that was probably mentioned in passing? Why didn’t she just come up and remind him if it was that important to her?
When the professor stood up to take samples from their cauldrons and then send the cauldrons back to their dormitories, Arthur decided that he was going to be mad at Molly now. See how she likes being mad at for a stupid reason. If Molly was going to give him the cold shoulder, he was going to give it right back.
The cauldrons were soon gone, and the professor dismissed them to go to their next class – Transfiguration. Arthur planned on standing up and walking right out – completely ignoring Molly. He stood up, but as he went to gather his books, Molly’s eyes met his. All thoughts of ignoring her left his mind, as he noticed the way her silky ringlets fell against her soft skin. He swallowed, then reached over and gathered her books with his. Molly gave him a smile that made him want to carry her out as well, but instead, he followed her out the door, and walked side by side with her to their next class.
"he said baby sounds tempting but you know it ain't right, but
Eve was wearing one of those low-cut leaves, so
They shook that apple right off of that tree"
There were at least fifty reasons why Albus shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts about a fellow teacher – especially one who had just been hired. But as he sat at his desk, his eyes locked in hers, he couldn’t think of one.
His eyes trailed down from Minerva’s smouldering eyes, down her sleeveless dress, to her milky arms, and back up to generous amount of cleavage – for her – she was showing. His breathe was caught in his throat, as she cocked her head to the side and licked her red lips. She was daring him.
“Uhm...” he tightened his hold around the arms of his chair.
“Yes?” she asked, silkily. She leaned forward.
“We, um...”
Minerva reached out for him, and he was out of his chair before she touched him. His lips captured hers, as they shared their first heated kiss. He broke away, leaving them both breathing hard. She moved around the desk, for better access but Albus back into his chair. “We shouldn’t... it isn’t... we can’t...”
“Says who?” Minerva asked, leaning over. His eyes stared down her dress, his mouth dry, before she pressed her lips for second kiss. Albus handed himself over to her, as she guided him towards his bedroom, pulling him on top of her on the bed.
"Just costs a little extra if you wanna stay in the game
But don't think for one minute boys that we're in control
THey know we can't live without 'em, that's their ace in the hole"
Filius let out a loud sigh, as he gave up on sleep. He sat up on the now uncomfortable couch, and paused a moment. He was going to have to admit defeat, because there was no promise of sleep on this couch.
Standing up, he tiptoed across the sitting room, and the door to his bedroom creaked open under his hand. He poked his head in, to see Pomona sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed. He let out another sigh, and shut the door behind him. He took a seat on the bed, but just as he was about to lie back, he realized that he left his pillow in the sitting room. Trying to decide if it was worth the risk going back out the room to get it, Pomona rolled over with a sleepy smile.
“Hello.” She said, her eyes fluttering with sleep.
“Hi.” He replied, sliding down and leaning on one elbow to look at her.
She yawned, reached behind her, and passed him one of the extra pillows from the floor. He took it gratefully, leaned back, and smiled in pleasure as he sank into the bed comfortably. He opened his arms for Pomona to cuddle up, and opened his eyes when she didn’t enter his embrace right away.
She raised her eyebrow, now somewhat awake. “The Fanged Geraniums?”
Filius let out yet another loud sigh. “... can stay in the sitting room.”
Pomona’s smile was full of satisfaction, as she moved into his arms gracefully, snuggling up to his chest. Filius tried to push his disappointment with himself out of his mind, choosing to focus on the way Pomona’s hair still smelled like her shampoo instead.
lol. I just put the lyrics as the headings for each... drabble I guess is what it is. Enjoy!---
"But once they start looking like the combination to their locker
All they gotta do is flash a schoolgirl look
Next thing you know, we're carrying their books"
Arthur was never sure how he got into trouble with the opposite sex, especially when it was with a girl who wasn’t his girlfriend. But still, he tried for the umpteenth time to get the attention of the pretty little redhead beside him.
“Molly?”
Molly shot him a warning look, before turning back to the cauldron between them. She gave it a fifth stir.
Arthur swallowed. “Uhm, Molly?”
Letting out a loud sigh, loud enough to have a couple of Molly’s friends send him matching glares, she turned to him. “What Arthur?”
“... Why are you upset with me?” He rushed the words out of his mouth, foolishly thinking that the quicker he said them, the sooner the pain would be over.
Molly’s eyes hardened for a moment. Arthur stared at her, obviously confused, and it wore Molly down. She sighed, softer this time. “You and Emily; you were supposed to take me to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
Arthur frowned. “When did I say that?”
Molly seemed to get even more upset. “At Seamus’ birthday party!”
Arthur paused. “... his birthday party was in August.” He looked at Molly, who was giving him a look that let him know she was aware of when the part was. “You expect me to remember something that happened three months ago?!”
Molly scowled, and then turned away from him, throwing the last ingredient into the potion. Arthur clenched his jaw – this girl was so infuriating! How was he supposed to remember something that happened three months ago, that was probably mentioned in passing? Why didn’t she just come up and remind him if it was that important to her?
When the professor stood up to take samples from their cauldrons and then send the cauldrons back to their dormitories, Arthur decided that he was going to be mad at Molly now. See how she likes being mad at for a stupid reason. If Molly was going to give him the cold shoulder, he was going to give it right back.
The cauldrons were soon gone, and the professor dismissed them to go to their next class – Transfiguration. Arthur planned on standing up and walking right out – completely ignoring Molly. He stood up, but as he went to gather his books, Molly’s eyes met his. All thoughts of ignoring her left his mind, as he noticed the way her silky ringlets fell against her soft skin. He swallowed, then reached over and gathered her books with his. Molly gave him a smile that made him want to carry her out as well, but instead, he followed her out the door, and walked side by side with her to their next class.
"he said baby sounds tempting but you know it ain't right, but
Eve was wearing one of those low-cut leaves, so
They shook that apple right off of that tree"
There were at least fifty reasons why Albus shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts about a fellow teacher – especially one who had just been hired. But as he sat at his desk, his eyes locked in hers, he couldn’t think of one.
His eyes trailed down from Minerva’s smouldering eyes, down her sleeveless dress, to her milky arms, and back up to generous amount of cleavage – for her – she was showing. His breathe was caught in his throat, as she cocked her head to the side and licked her red lips. She was daring him.
“Uhm...” he tightened his hold around the arms of his chair.
“Yes?” she asked, silkily. She leaned forward.
“We, um...”
Minerva reached out for him, and he was out of his chair before she touched him. His lips captured hers, as they shared their first heated kiss. He broke away, leaving them both breathing hard. She moved around the desk, for better access but Albus back into his chair. “We shouldn’t... it isn’t... we can’t...”
“Says who?” Minerva asked, leaning over. His eyes stared down her dress, his mouth dry, before she pressed her lips for second kiss. Albus handed himself over to her, as she guided him towards his bedroom, pulling him on top of her on the bed.
"Just costs a little extra if you wanna stay in the game
But don't think for one minute boys that we're in control
THey know we can't live without 'em, that's their ace in the hole"
Filius let out a loud sigh, as he gave up on sleep. He sat up on the now uncomfortable couch, and paused a moment. He was going to have to admit defeat, because there was no promise of sleep on this couch.
Standing up, he tiptoed across the sitting room, and the door to his bedroom creaked open under his hand. He poked his head in, to see Pomona sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed. He let out another sigh, and shut the door behind him. He took a seat on the bed, but just as he was about to lie back, he realized that he left his pillow in the sitting room. Trying to decide if it was worth the risk going back out the room to get it, Pomona rolled over with a sleepy smile.
“Hello.” She said, her eyes fluttering with sleep.
“Hi.” He replied, sliding down and leaning on one elbow to look at her.
She yawned, reached behind her, and passed him one of the extra pillows from the floor. He took it gratefully, leaned back, and smiled in pleasure as he sank into the bed comfortably. He opened his arms for Pomona to cuddle up, and opened his eyes when she didn’t enter his embrace right away.
She raised her eyebrow, now somewhat awake. “The Fanged Geraniums?”
Filius let out yet another loud sigh. “... can stay in the sitting room.”
Pomona’s smile was full of satisfaction, as she moved into his arms gracefully, snuggling up to his chest. Filius tried to push his disappointment with himself out of his mind, choosing to focus on the way Pomona’s hair still smelled like her shampoo instead.
