HP: Five Times Draco Malfoy Ended Up The Girl's Washroom (Not That He Would Ever Admit To It)
Title: Five Times Draco Malfoy Ended Up The Girl's Washroom (Not That He Would Ever Admit To It)
Author: papered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: unwilling Draco/Mrytle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 767
Summary: Five times Draco Malfoy found himself in the female washroom when it was clearly not his fault.
Notes: Written for heureviolet for Christmas 2007, and easily one of the hardest requests I've gotten for the season: Draco/Myrtle
I.
To make a long story short, four year-old Draco had accidentally ended up in Muggle London by following a balloon man. He would have just waited for his mother to come find him (for he had no doubt that she would, somehow), except he’d had one too many lemonade that morning and desperately needed to find a washroom. In his relief at finding one at a pool/fitness center, he hadn’t realized until he was met with the sight of a naked woman that he’d walked into the wrong one.
II.
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Six year-old Draco suppressed a giggle as he duck into an inconspicuous looking room. He’d come to stay with his godfather for the weekend since both his parents were busy for some reason or another, and although Uncle Severus had told him to stay in his rooms, it was hardly Draco’s fault that there was nothing to entertain himself with. Within fifteen minutes, he’d sneaked out and had managed to rope some second year Hufflepuff student into playing with him.
Still peeking past the door that was open just a crack, Draco didn’t even notice the girl who’d been in the middle of changing behind him until she let out a scream.
Needless to say, Uncle Severus had been less than pleased.
III.
It was the annual Christmas Ball at the Ministry of Magic, and as usual, the Malfoys had been invited. Unfortunately, some fool’s kid had managed to sneak in his pet doxy. (Really, who was enough of an idiot to have a pet doxy in the first place?) Somehow, the ridiculous creature had gotten the idea that its job for the night was to chase after Draco - which had led to an embarrassingly long flight down the Ministry corridors with a stupid doxy at his feet. So of course, it wasn’t his fault that Draco hadn’t been looking at where he was going and had run through the first door he’d seen, closing it behind him with a bang. And by the same logic, it wasn’t his fault at all that his father had ended up paying a fine for his violation of Ministry decree #584 - entering areas restricted to his gender without warning.
IV.
He really didn’t want to go into details as to how he ended up in this situation. But the gist of it was, he found himself stupidly stuck in a female washroom in a run-down Muggle hotel, only to figure out too late that it was an out of order one that locked people in.
He didn’t get out until half a day later when a custodian heard his yelling.
V.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Everyone knew Draco Malfoy didn’t back down from a dare, no matter how embarrassing. And so this was how he found himself in Moaning Myrtle’s washroom, trying to convince her to kiss him.
“Why?” She’d wailed. “Are you going to tease me again after this? Call me a bad kisser?”
It was really too bad that she was a ghost, and he couldn’t just grab her and get it over with.
It was half an hour later and clearly they were getting nowhere. “Please,” he finally ground out, not even believing that he was lowering himself to this level. “ I have to. It’s a dare.”
If anything, Myrtle sobbed even louder. “Oh, poor Myrtle’s such a bad kisser that kissing her’s become a dare now, has it? Why don’t everyone come and kiss poor ugly Myrtle, and then go laugh about it later! OH!”
It didn’t take a genius to see that he’d gone about it the wrong way. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed his pride. Better to do this than go out into the Slytherin Common Room and admit that he’d failed. Even Crabbe and Goyle had managed, for Merlin’s sake. No, there was no choice. “No, Myrtle - I’m sorry, I lied. I… I really do like you. It’s not a dare.”
Instantly, disgustingly large, hopefully eyes looked up at him. And the sobbing abruptly stopped.
As Myrtle came hurtling towards him, he thought that perhaps this wasn’t quite the right way to go about it either.
It was all too unfortunate that it was too late for him to protest.
Afterwards, Myrtle had had the audacity to invite him to share her toilet. He’d bolted without another word, hurtling down the halls until he crashed into Professor Flitwick.
And that was the first (and last, if he had anything to say about it) time Draco Malfoy was kissed by a ghost in a girl’s washroom.
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Author: papered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: unwilling Draco/Mrytle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 767
Summary: Five times Draco Malfoy found himself in the female washroom when it was clearly not his fault.
Notes: Written for heureviolet for Christmas 2007, and easily one of the hardest requests I've gotten for the season: Draco/Myrtle
I.
To make a long story short, four year-old Draco had accidentally ended up in Muggle London by following a balloon man. He would have just waited for his mother to come find him (for he had no doubt that she would, somehow), except he’d had one too many lemonade that morning and desperately needed to find a washroom. In his relief at finding one at a pool/fitness center, he hadn’t realized until he was met with the sight of a naked woman that he’d walked into the wrong one.
II.
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Six year-old Draco suppressed a giggle as he duck into an inconspicuous looking room. He’d come to stay with his godfather for the weekend since both his parents were busy for some reason or another, and although Uncle Severus had told him to stay in his rooms, it was hardly Draco’s fault that there was nothing to entertain himself with. Within fifteen minutes, he’d sneaked out and had managed to rope some second year Hufflepuff student into playing with him.
Still peeking past the door that was open just a crack, Draco didn’t even notice the girl who’d been in the middle of changing behind him until she let out a scream.
Needless to say, Uncle Severus had been less than pleased.
III.
It was the annual Christmas Ball at the Ministry of Magic, and as usual, the Malfoys had been invited. Unfortunately, some fool’s kid had managed to sneak in his pet doxy. (Really, who was enough of an idiot to have a pet doxy in the first place?) Somehow, the ridiculous creature had gotten the idea that its job for the night was to chase after Draco - which had led to an embarrassingly long flight down the Ministry corridors with a stupid doxy at his feet. So of course, it wasn’t his fault that Draco hadn’t been looking at where he was going and had run through the first door he’d seen, closing it behind him with a bang. And by the same logic, it wasn’t his fault at all that his father had ended up paying a fine for his violation of Ministry decree #584 - entering areas restricted to his gender without warning.
IV.
He really didn’t want to go into details as to how he ended up in this situation. But the gist of it was, he found himself stupidly stuck in a female washroom in a run-down Muggle hotel, only to figure out too late that it was an out of order one that locked people in.
He didn’t get out until half a day later when a custodian heard his yelling.
V.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Everyone knew Draco Malfoy didn’t back down from a dare, no matter how embarrassing. And so this was how he found himself in Moaning Myrtle’s washroom, trying to convince her to kiss him.
“Why?” She’d wailed. “Are you going to tease me again after this? Call me a bad kisser?”
It was really too bad that she was a ghost, and he couldn’t just grab her and get it over with.
It was half an hour later and clearly they were getting nowhere. “Please,” he finally ground out, not even believing that he was lowering himself to this level. “ I have to. It’s a dare.”
If anything, Myrtle sobbed even louder. “Oh, poor Myrtle’s such a bad kisser that kissing her’s become a dare now, has it? Why don’t everyone come and kiss poor ugly Myrtle, and then go laugh about it later! OH!”
It didn’t take a genius to see that he’d gone about it the wrong way. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed his pride. Better to do this than go out into the Slytherin Common Room and admit that he’d failed. Even Crabbe and Goyle had managed, for Merlin’s sake. No, there was no choice. “No, Myrtle - I’m sorry, I lied. I… I really do like you. It’s not a dare.”
Instantly, disgustingly large, hopefully eyes looked up at him. And the sobbing abruptly stopped.
As Myrtle came hurtling towards him, he thought that perhaps this wasn’t quite the right way to go about it either.
It was all too unfortunate that it was too late for him to protest.
Afterwards, Myrtle had had the audacity to invite him to share her toilet. He’d bolted without another word, hurtling down the halls until he crashed into Professor Flitwick.
And that was the first (and last, if he had anything to say about it) time Draco Malfoy was kissed by a ghost in a girl’s washroom.
+ Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
+ Like what you've read? Please friend!