HP drabble

[maculategiraffe]

rdwind (here): "Harry Potter... I want a HP drabble... uhm, slash (because there really isn't anything else)"

Well spoken, sir or madam!

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"Professor, no!"

Flitwick, his wand pointed at his heart, glanced up. It had been a very bad day, and the young man shouting at him from the door of his classroom wasn’t making it any better.

Charms– from Wingardium Leviosa on– had saved Harry’s life more times than he could count, and he acted on instinct:

"Accio!"

Flitwick collided with a broad chest. Harry held his schoolboy crush close.

"You can't kill yourself, sir," he whispered. "I love you."

Flitwick blinked.

"I was just going to perform a Cheering Charm on myself," he squeaked apologetically. "But I like this better."