(HP) Always an Ambush

[tsukinofaerii]

Always an Ambush 1/1
GWL Arc
By tsukinofaerii
Rating: SNIP
Alternate Timeline/Humor
Warnings: Female/female, sexual
Spoilers: No Spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco/Harry

Summary: On the way to Defense lessons, the Chosen One is ambushed and somehow fails to fight free. Not that much effort was put forth. Complete short story.

This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.

***

"Hey!" A rolled up bit of parchment smacked into a head of messy black hair, knocking a clump of it into her eyes under her glasses. "Pay attention where you're walking!"

Harri (call her Harriette and learn the damage that could be done with a wand without using magic) Evans glared good naturedly at her best friend, Veronica Prewett. The freckle-dotted red-head only grinned and guided her around the first-year she'd almost trampled. They were on their way to NEWT-level Defense, and for once Harri seriously thought about skipping. "Snap out of it, or Snape's going to eat you for dinner."

"She'll eat me for dinner anyways. Probably with garlic," the Girl-Who-Lived complained, hefting her bag higher on her shoulder. "Hopefully with garlic. It would make her breath smell better. Why's the old biddy even substituting? It's not even a full moon!"

"You know Professor Lupin does other things for Dumbledore," Hermes remarked, shoving a lock of remarkably curly hair out of his eyes. Several nearby girls swooned. The skinny bookworm he'd been up to fifth year had filled out and shot up like a young tree, cutting a huge swath through the female hearts of Hogwarts. Hermes never even noticed. He only had eyes for Ronnie, and everyone knew it.

"But does she have to leave us with Snape?" Ronnie whined. "Even McGonagall would be better!"

"Snape's only trying to do her job," Hermes stated firmly. "We should respect her position as a Professor. Right Harri?"

A flash of blonde hair caught Harri's eye. Peering out of an empty corridor, a sharp face smirked at her, waving enticingly from a cluster of concealing shadows. Her heart sped up. The image wavered a bit, doubling and shifting oddly before solidifying back into a single person who vanished into the deserted hall. "Er, yeah. Respect." she answered vaguely, breaking off from her friends. "Look, I'll catch up. I just remembered something. I'll catch up!"

"Harri!" Ronnie tried to grab her wrist, but she was already gone. "Damn it!"

"Ronnie!"

Harri ignored her well-meaning friends, skidding recklessly around a corner. Her headlong flight came to a sudden halt when a warm body wrapped itself around her waist. "WAH!" Together they tumbled to the cold stone floor, Harri automatically twisting to cushion the other's fall. A soft crunch and tinkle of scattering glass told her that her glasses had been casualty of this latest sneak attack.

A scraped knee and a set of new bruises later, she opened her eyes. Dracaena Black smirked down at her. Long platinum hair cascaded from a very chic over-the-shoulder arrangement of braids that looked like it took hours to create. Harri was close enough that even without her glasses she could see the crystal beads that were woven into it. "Got you Evans."

"You always do," Harri admitted, squirming so she could sit up a bit more. Her short uniform skirt had ridden up with the fall, only barely covering her modesty. Her robes didn't help much, spreading out beneath her and doing absolutely nothing to cover any significant portion of skin.

Dracaena moved backwards to sit on her bare thighs rather than her stomach. The added distance turned her into a pale and black blur, manicured fingers tracing tingling lines on the top of Harri's thighs. The brunette flushed. "Um—Dracaena, can you... er, pull down my skirt?"

"Why?" the Slytherin practically purred, wandering fingers growing even more daring. "I rather like you this way, all rumpled and short of breath."

"Please! We're in a public area!" Fear of getting caught sent adrenalin through her veins in anticipatory shivers, but Harri refused to get in trouble because Dracaena couldn't keep her hands to herself.

Again.

"We have class!" She tried to toss her weight to get the other girl to fall off, but Dracaena just used it as an excuse to fall forward, pinning her at the shoulders too. "We do! Both of us – they'll notice if we're gone!"

Warm, faintly cinnamon breath caressed Harri's cheeks. Again, Dracaena was close enough to be in sharp detail, even down to the blue flecks in her eyes and her long lashes. "I know." Her lips were petal-soft against Harri's, barely brushing enough to tease as she talked. They didn't have any of the wind-chapped rough spots that Harri's did. "We have time."

"That's what you said last time!" Her perfume, expensive and powdery of course, teased almost as much as her lips did, and her body weight was soft in all the right places. Harri found it all terribly distracting, even more so when the hand slipped back up her skirt.

"And I was right," Dracaena murmured, hand doing wicked things to her under the skirt. Her tongue traced the lightning bolt scar on Harri's forehead briefly. "It was your own fault you were late." Their lips pressed together in a brief, strangely chaste kiss.

All of Harri's arguments were rapidly becoming secondary to less logical portions of her brain. As she tugged Dracaena down for a much better kiss, she managed to say, "It was not." Then everything vanished into a haze of soft skin and knowing giggles.

***

"Miss Evans, would you care to explain why you're late?"

Harri froze mid-way to her desk, crouched low to the floor in hopes that Snape would miss her. Evidently not. Slowly, she stood, surreptitiously tugging her collar higher. She'd managed to get rid of the lip-gloss smears, but nothing would do for the hickeys Dracaena delighted in leaving.

"Miss Evans?" Snape loomed, greasy dangling over Harri's slight form.

"I forgot a quill!" She pressed her newly-repaired glasses higher up her nose, palms sweaty.

Even Hermes, perched beside Ronnie at the far corner of the classroom, didn't look like he bought it.

"A quill." Snape repeated. "And I assume that same quill also left teeth marks on your ear lobe?"

Harri could feel herself glowing bright red. "Er..." Behind Snape, Dracaena made her way unnoticed to her usual desk, every hair in perfect place. Harri glared.

"Detention Evans!" Snape roared, black robes fluttering like Maleficent's dress in Sleeping Beauty. She whirled. "Miss Black!"

Dracaena froze, book half out of her bag guiltily. "Yes Professor Snape?"

"Miss Evans obviously needs to learn discipline and respect for authority, and I don't have time to waste. As a trust-worthy prefect, you are supervising her detention. I trust you'll see the lesson is learned."

Harri locked eyes with Dracaena, who did a remarkable job of appearing both innocent and sinful. Her smile was full of dark promises, making Harri's knees go weak. "My pleasure, Professor."

Harri wondered what she'd gotten herself into.

Again.

Misery in Company