Harry Potter - #5 Glass - Glass Houses
Title: Glass Houses
Author: raspberry_rave
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco M., Ginny W.
Prompt: #4: Glass
Word Count: 431
Rating: PG (for language)
Summary: If you live in a glass house, don’t throw stones.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Neither setting (Hogwarts) nor characters (aforementioned) belong to me. Neither does the “Rukh’s egg” which I borrowed from the Arabian Nights stories. I don’t make any money from them either.
Author’s Note: I went a bit more abstract with this prompt, so there’s no actual glass in the scene, just the concept :)
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Ginny was rushing to class, racing through the corridors, late, as usual. A foot shot out of the corner she was about to turn, and before she could stop or even slow down she tripped and went sprawling painfully to the floor. Her bag flew open and the books, quill and ink scattered over the stone.
She got up slowly, checking for bumps and bruises before turning to face the offender with a glower than would have made a lesser man squirm.
Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was not a lesser man.
“And just WHAT in the BLOODY HELL do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?!” she demanded hotly.
The blond smirked as he leaned against the wall, but didn’t answer,
“Well?” she asked again, planting her hands firmly on her hips and cocking an eyebrow.
“Where are you rushing off to Weaslette?” he asked instead of answering.
Ginny sniffed and tossed her hair. “That’s none of your business, Malfoy.”
He chuckled darkly. “Running to Potter, are we? Can’t stand being away from him for five minutes, then? What a faithful pet you are.”
Ginny glared again, but didn’t respond as she stooped to put her things back together.
“Potter’s pet puppy,” Malfoy continued snidely, “So starved for affection -”
“What do you want?” Ginny asked icily. “Fraternizing with Death Eaters isn’t a part of my schedule today, and, frankly, I have better things to do with my time.”
Malfoy stiffened and glared at her. “Watch your mouth, girl,” he snarled threateningly.
Ginny wasn’t fazed. “Don’t tell me what to do, Malfoy. And don’t think you can walk around like you’re the biggest, baddest thing to hit Hogwarts just because of that nasty Mark on your arm, because you’re not.” She was building up a head of steam. “You’re just a pompous, puffed-up prick with an ego the size of your vaults who’s about to get what’s coming to him.”
Malfoy slouched against the wall in a casual pose, but Ginny didn’t miss the way his eyes tightened at the corners, or the way his hand slipped into his pocket to grip his wand.
“Are you quite finished?” he asked, inspecting the nails of his right hand boredly.
“Yes,” Ginny ground out tersely. Her bag was once again in order, and, despite the fact that she was several minutes late for Transfiguration, she somehow felt relieved.
“Good. Potter beckons, Weaslette,” he said, smirking and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Without another word, Ginny stalked away in the direction of her class, fuming. She wasn’t quite sure who had won that round.
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Author: raspberry_rave
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco M., Ginny W.
Prompt: #4: Glass
Word Count: 431
Rating: PG (for language)
Summary: If you live in a glass house, don’t throw stones.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Neither setting (Hogwarts) nor characters (aforementioned) belong to me. Neither does the “Rukh’s egg” which I borrowed from the Arabian Nights stories. I don’t make any money from them either.
Author’s Note: I went a bit more abstract with this prompt, so there’s no actual glass in the scene, just the concept :)
~*~
Ginny was rushing to class, racing through the corridors, late, as usual. A foot shot out of the corner she was about to turn, and before she could stop or even slow down she tripped and went sprawling painfully to the floor. Her bag flew open and the books, quill and ink scattered over the stone.
She got up slowly, checking for bumps and bruises before turning to face the offender with a glower than would have made a lesser man squirm.
Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was not a lesser man.
“And just WHAT in the BLOODY HELL do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?!” she demanded hotly.
The blond smirked as he leaned against the wall, but didn’t answer,
“Well?” she asked again, planting her hands firmly on her hips and cocking an eyebrow.
“Where are you rushing off to Weaslette?” he asked instead of answering.
Ginny sniffed and tossed her hair. “That’s none of your business, Malfoy.”
He chuckled darkly. “Running to Potter, are we? Can’t stand being away from him for five minutes, then? What a faithful pet you are.”
Ginny glared again, but didn’t respond as she stooped to put her things back together.
“Potter’s pet puppy,” Malfoy continued snidely, “So starved for affection -”
“What do you want?” Ginny asked icily. “Fraternizing with Death Eaters isn’t a part of my schedule today, and, frankly, I have better things to do with my time.”
Malfoy stiffened and glared at her. “Watch your mouth, girl,” he snarled threateningly.
Ginny wasn’t fazed. “Don’t tell me what to do, Malfoy. And don’t think you can walk around like you’re the biggest, baddest thing to hit Hogwarts just because of that nasty Mark on your arm, because you’re not.” She was building up a head of steam. “You’re just a pompous, puffed-up prick with an ego the size of your vaults who’s about to get what’s coming to him.”
Malfoy slouched against the wall in a casual pose, but Ginny didn’t miss the way his eyes tightened at the corners, or the way his hand slipped into his pocket to grip his wand.
“Are you quite finished?” he asked, inspecting the nails of his right hand boredly.
“Yes,” Ginny ground out tersely. Her bag was once again in order, and, despite the fact that she was several minutes late for Transfiguration, she somehow felt relieved.
“Good. Potter beckons, Weaslette,” he said, smirking and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Without another word, Ginny stalked away in the direction of her class, fuming. She wasn’t quite sure who had won that round.
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