(HP) L-words

[tsukinofaerii]

This is... Well, to steal a phrase, "unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe".

"Blonde."

I listen to too much music.

L-words 1/1
By tsukinofaerii
Rating: SNUG
Generic/Humor
Warnings: None
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings: None

Summary: Lavender Brown heard an interesting song over the holidays... Complete drabble.

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. Wicked the Musical was created and is owned by Stephen Schwartz. They are used with respect and admiration for the work.



Cheerful humming from the next seat over tore Harry's attention from glaring at Malfoy on the other side of the room. Snape hadn't arrived to class, and his lab partner, Lavender Brown, was cheerfully busying herself by scribbling on a scrap of parchment.

"What are you singing?" he finally asked, rather sullen at having his concentration ruined.

"Oh, just a song I heard over the holiday," she explained, quill scratching furiously. "I wanted to get it down-- it's very amusing."

"Song?"

"Mmhm." She re-dipped her quill. "Reminds me of you and Malfoy, actually."

"What?!" Before she could start writing again, he snatched her notes. She'd only written the first few lines, but the meaning was clear. His blush started at his navel and worked its way up at an alarming rate. "This is..." The words tried to catch in his throat. Suddenly, Hermione and Malfoy both appeared to him in a new and not entirely unpleasant light.

The girl snatched it back. "Not what you think." She snorted. "Really."

"Then what is it?"

Brown eyes rolled, and she cleared her throat. "What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" Her voice was surprisingly good. Though not of professional strength, it gathered attention. Lavender appeared completely unaware of it, staring at some script in her own head. "I felt the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing. My head is reeling. My face is flushing."

Harry could feel his blush fading into a horrified pallor. Trying to detach himself, he looked up to find Draco Malfoy staring at them both. Ron and Hermione, the next desk over, were openly laughing, the traitors.

Lavender kept singing. For a moment, Harry considered a well-placed Stupify to solve the problem. "What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame. Does it have a name? Yes..."

Green eyes met gray. Both boys blushed.

"Loathing. Unadulterated loathing."

With a resounding crash, both Malfoy and Potter lost balance and slammed into the floor. Harry groaned and wondered if it was safe to stay down.

The horror just didn't stop. The song continued. "For your face, your voice, your clothing. Let's just say, I loathe it all. Every little trait however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl, with simple utter loathing."

Obliviate, Harry decided, might be better than Stupefy.

"There's a strange exhilaration, in such total detestation. It's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe it can last! And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!"

A sour set of claps echoed from the front of the room. "Wonderful, Miss Brown, but if you will stop your caterwauling about Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, we can begin class."

From the floor, Harry glared at his companion in shame, and was deeply unamused when Malfoy shook his head and smirked.

Lavender was right.

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.

Owari