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Title: You Want It? You Can’t Have It!
Author: Erica [novemberslyth]
Rating: PG-13
Prompt and Claim: 011. Humor, (magnificent)
Fandom and Pairing: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: If they were mine, there would be plenty more shagging.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Draco thinks Ginny should stay away from his property boyfriend. Like, now. (916 words!)
Author's Note: This was kind of inspired by this icon which myrasis made. I thought it was pretty cute.
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Here’s the thing, Harry Potter is mine! That means, sharing him with anyone is a thought that will never ever cross my mind. That damn Weaslette? She’s really starting to push her luck with me.
I don’t mind them being friends, no, but when she starts giggling at the things he says (that are far from funny!) and coping a feel, I have to beat a bitch down interfere.
A perfect example of that would be right now.
I’m sitting here at the Slytherin table, watching everything she does. From the slight fake laugh to the whispering in his ear. Bet she doesn’t know he’s suppose to blush when that happens; therefore, he’s not interested in that bimbo.
Still doesn’t mean I have to like what’s happening.
“Draco, don’t kill her just yet.” Oh, my dear friend Blaise, always reading me like a book.
“Who says I want to kill her?” I ask sweetly. So sweetly it almost makes me sick. That’s what happens when I’m mad.
He chuckles. “Well, if the knife in your hand is any indication..”
There’s a knife in my hand? Shame I didn’t know. Hm, seems a bit comfortable there. I might as well put it to good use, right?
“Can I please kill her, Blaise?”
“No.”
“No one will miss her!”
“She has like a zillion brothers, Draco!”
“Sod them all to hell.”
“Alright, do what you want.” Blaise shrugged and went back to eating his breakfast.
What? That was it? He was just going to shrug this off like it wasn’t important at all? I. AM. HAVING. A. CRISIS! I wonder where Pansy is? She’d listen to what I have to say. Just as long as I didn’t mention anything about that Finnegan bloke, she’d start fantasizing.
Hey! She’s whispering in his ear again! And he’s laughing!
Those bitches.
“Blaise, I shall see you in class.” I muttered. “It seems I have business to attend to,” Eyes still on the Gryffindor table, I stood.
“Oh, no you don’t. Give it to me.”
Now, what is he exactly reaching for? I stared at him, confused.
“The knife, Draco.”
Oh! That. When did it exactly get in my robe pocket? Why, it loves me and needs to inflict danger upon a certain big-eyed redhead who can’t seem to keep her hands to her own damn self! That would be magnificent I tell you! Sighing, I handed the knife over to Blaise. Bye, bye, love.
“Do behave yourself.”
I ignored that little demand and continued on my merry way. Behave? As if. I may give it a try.
“Oy, Weasley!” I yelled, smirk in place. “Having fun?”
“Sod off, Malfoy.”
Gah. I really hated when the Weasel spoke to me, but I have to be civilized because Harry wants me to. In turn, he shall treat my friends with more respect. I hate that treaty; my friends will defend themselves either way, so what’s the point? I’m sorry if his bunch of Gryffindorks can’t manage to do that.
“I’m sorry. Correction. Are you having fun, Weaslette?” I tried my best to smile politely, but I really wanted to punch her in the face.
I kid you not.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
Ah, the little brat is going to get all snippy with me, is she? Well, she asked for it.
“I just came to talk to my boyfriend,” I replied haughtily. “You know, Harry?”
She scowled at me; it only made me laugh. If I was straight, I might tell her how cute she looked when she did that.
“Draco..” I jumped and giggled when I felt Harry pinch the inside of my thigh. It bloody well hurt, but I had to keep up an image.
“It’s a little too early for that isn’t it, Harry?” Heh. Look at her, she wants it, but she can’t have it.
I. am. amazing.
“There’s no need to be lewd, Malfoy.”
And ew, the Mudblood just spoke to me. I FEEL TAINTED! It’s a wonder what being in love in a relationship will do to you.
“I agree, it’s disgusting.”
“Jealous, little one?” I grinned. Operation nuzzle-Harry’s-neck is definitely in order. Maybe I’ll put a little swipe of the tongue in there too; it always turns him on.
I did just that.
“Draco!”
Aw, he wants to pretend like he doesn’t like it. I was well prepared to do it again until the little wench decided she wanted to speak up. Again.
“Thank you, Harry. It’s really rude to do things like that at a table where people are eating, Malfoy.”
Blah blah blah. Jealousy is so not her thing.
“I agree with Ginny.”
Whaaaa? He said her name! And she’s-- she’s smiling! He’s smiling back and blimey! They won’t stop! Stop, now. Right now, you! GODDAMMIT, QUIT MAKING THE EYES! This shit? Is so not on.
“You can’t have him! He’s mine! Mine, mine, mine!” MINE. MINE.
I yanked him up by the arm, making a beeline for the Great Hall doors. I’ll teach him not to smile at her anymore. We are so going to shag like crazy out of here.
Author: Erica [novemberslyth]
Rating: PG-13
Prompt and Claim: 011. Humor, (magnificent)
Fandom and Pairing: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: If they were mine, there would be plenty more shagging.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Draco thinks Ginny should stay away from his property boyfriend. Like, now. (916 words!)
Author's Note: This was kind of inspired by this icon which myrasis made. I thought it was pretty cute.
~*~
Here’s the thing, Harry Potter is mine! That means, sharing him with anyone is a thought that will never ever cross my mind. That damn Weaslette? She’s really starting to push her luck with me.
I don’t mind them being friends, no, but when she starts giggling at the things he says (that are far from funny!) and coping a feel, I have to beat a bitch down interfere.
A perfect example of that would be right now.
I’m sitting here at the Slytherin table, watching everything she does. From the slight fake laugh to the whispering in his ear. Bet she doesn’t know he’s suppose to blush when that happens; therefore, he’s not interested in that bimbo.
Still doesn’t mean I have to like what’s happening.
“Draco, don’t kill her just yet.” Oh, my dear friend Blaise, always reading me like a book.
“Who says I want to kill her?” I ask sweetly. So sweetly it almost makes me sick. That’s what happens when I’m mad.
He chuckles. “Well, if the knife in your hand is any indication..”
There’s a knife in my hand? Shame I didn’t know. Hm, seems a bit comfortable there. I might as well put it to good use, right?
“Can I please kill her, Blaise?”
“No.”
“No one will miss her!”
“She has like a zillion brothers, Draco!”
“Sod them all to hell.”
“Alright, do what you want.” Blaise shrugged and went back to eating his breakfast.
What? That was it? He was just going to shrug this off like it wasn’t important at all? I. AM. HAVING. A. CRISIS! I wonder where Pansy is? She’d listen to what I have to say. Just as long as I didn’t mention anything about that Finnegan bloke, she’d start fantasizing.
Hey! She’s whispering in his ear again! And he’s laughing!
Those bitches.
“Blaise, I shall see you in class.” I muttered. “It seems I have business to attend to,” Eyes still on the Gryffindor table, I stood.
“Oh, no you don’t. Give it to me.”
Now, what is he exactly reaching for? I stared at him, confused.
“The knife, Draco.”
Oh! That. When did it exactly get in my robe pocket? Why, it loves me and needs to inflict danger upon a certain big-eyed redhead who can’t seem to keep her hands to her own damn self! That would be magnificent I tell you! Sighing, I handed the knife over to Blaise. Bye, bye, love.
“Do behave yourself.”
I ignored that little demand and continued on my merry way. Behave? As if. I may give it a try.
“Oy, Weasley!” I yelled, smirk in place. “Having fun?”
“Sod off, Malfoy.”
Gah. I really hated when the Weasel spoke to me, but I have to be civilized because Harry wants me to. In turn, he shall treat my friends with more respect. I hate that treaty; my friends will defend themselves either way, so what’s the point? I’m sorry if his bunch of Gryffindorks can’t manage to do that.
“I’m sorry. Correction. Are you having fun, Weaslette?” I tried my best to smile politely, but I really wanted to punch her in the face.
I kid you not.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
Ah, the little brat is going to get all snippy with me, is she? Well, she asked for it.
“I just came to talk to my boyfriend,” I replied haughtily. “You know, Harry?”
She scowled at me; it only made me laugh. If I was straight, I might tell her how cute she looked when she did that.
“Draco..” I jumped and giggled when I felt Harry pinch the inside of my thigh. It bloody well hurt, but I had to keep up an image.
“It’s a little too early for that isn’t it, Harry?” Heh. Look at her, she wants it, but she can’t have it.
I. am. amazing.
“There’s no need to be lewd, Malfoy.”
And ew, the Mudblood just spoke to me. I FEEL TAINTED! It’s a wonder what being in love in a relationship will do to you.
“I agree, it’s disgusting.”
“Jealous, little one?” I grinned. Operation nuzzle-Harry’s-neck is definitely in order. Maybe I’ll put a little swipe of the tongue in there too; it always turns him on.
I did just that.
“Draco!”
Aw, he wants to pretend like he doesn’t like it. I was well prepared to do it again until the little wench decided she wanted to speak up. Again.
“Thank you, Harry. It’s really rude to do things like that at a table where people are eating, Malfoy.”
Blah blah blah. Jealousy is so not her thing.
“I agree with Ginny.”
Whaaaa? He said her name! And she’s-- she’s smiling! He’s smiling back and blimey! They won’t stop! Stop, now. Right now, you! GODDAMMIT, QUIT MAKING THE EYES! This shit? Is so not on.
“You can’t have him! He’s mine! Mine, mine, mine!” MINE. MINE.
I yanked him up by the arm, making a beeline for the Great Hall doors. I’ll teach him not to smile at her anymore. We are so going to shag like crazy out of here.