Valentines fic (for real this time...)
I'm on sibling-watch and they're having a sleep-over. There's kids everywhere, well, there was but they're all out buying candy now. Not sure if that was a great idea though, the only thing worse than an apartment full pf kids is an apartment full of hyperactive kids... Too late now though.
Still can't figure out how to do that neat link thingie but thought I'd screw it and post that darn fic anyway. My first finished fic, done in a haste and it pro'ly shows... It's all Molly's.
Here goes nothing...
Looking down I saw him. Well... I saw the top of his head, actually I saw a lot of people’s heads but his head was definitely one of them; there’s no mistaking that raven black hair.
Now, don’t think I don’t see the irony of this, me sitting up here looking down at him, all I’ve ever wanted, just a tad twisted. Oh, I see the irony alright, I just don’t appreciate it.
It all seemed like such a brilliant idea yesterday. Then again, I was pissed beyond belief yesterday and even borrowing Blaise’s tutu and letting him spank me seemed like a bloody brilliant idea then. I just wish I’d changed back into trousers…
Why was I pissed beyond belief yesterday? It was Valentine’s Day. That justifies being numbingly pissed, hell, it requires you to be. Especially if you didn’t get a single Valentine’s Day card…I don’t get it, I really don’t. I’m a good looking guy, hell, I’m bloody well sex on a stick. But, apparently, you have to be *nice* and *kind* to get Valentines. Kick a few first years, bully a few Huffelpuffs, laugh at a few Ravenclaws, punch a few Gryffindorks and Bob’s your uncle; you’re not getting even the smallest bit of chocolate.
Anyway, back to the situation at hand. It was all Blaise’s fault. I swear. He challenged me.
“You wouldn’t dare, Draco.”
“You don’t have the guts, Draco.”
“You’re a chicken, Draco.”
“You give great head, Draco.”
I mean, honestly, I had to do it, didn’t I? So, that is how I found myself outside the window in the 6th year boys’ dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, up in a tree, in a tutu.
Oh, bloody hell, he’s coming this way. He’s going for the window. He’s going to open it, he’s going to open the window. What a ponce, it’s bloody February!
Oh, no, he’s going to see me. I’ve got to hide. Quickly. Where? I’m in a bloody tree! Oh, I know, I’ll just hide behind this leaf.
“Bloody hell! …Malfoy?”
“No, Potter, it’s my evil twin.”
“That’d be your good twin and after the sarcasm I doubt it.”
“Ha, bloody ha.”
“Ok, I’m going to try being civil to you for a moment. Malfoy?”
“Yes?”
“What the bloody hell are you doing in a tree outside my dormitory window in the middle of February, wearing a tutu?”
“I’m studying birds, the tutu’s camouflage. What do you bloody well think I’m doing?! I’m stuck.”
“You’re stuck?”
“Yes, Potter, it means that I am unable to get down.”
“Uhu. Mind if I ask how you got up there in the first place and, more importantly, why?”
“Yes, I do mind. Now help me down or bugger off.”
He’s supposed to be the hero of the wizarding world, the boy-wonder Potter, saves kittens from bad doggies and rescues redheads in distress and all that, and yet, he walks away the one time he is truly needed. Saving me from freezing my arse off in a tree isn’t good enough for the boy who lived?
“Potter! Get your skinny arse back here! You’re the saviour of the wizarding world for fuck’s sake, so do the wizarding world a favour and get me down from here!”
Yes! Jackpot! He’s turning around, looking at me.
“I’d do the wizarding world a bigger favour by letting you freeze to death.” he says and starts towards the door once again. Bloody ponce.
“Potter, wait! I didn’t mean it! Your arse’s great, it’s bloody gorgeous! Just help me!”
No, I did not just beg. I… played on my enemy’s weakness for the cute and weak. I let him believe I was begging so he would help me. It’s all a very elaborate scheme, you see, and it’s working. He’s coming back.
It takes some time and some minor assistance from saint-Potter but I finally get out of the tree and over the window ledge, which I promptly trip over… eh I mean, intentionally fall over with the grace of any Malfoy.
Potter catches me before I hit the stone floor. He helps me to my feet and supports me as I regain my balance.
“You should be more careful, Malfoy, you could hurt yourself.” he says as our eyes meet and our lips part slightly. It’s all very Hollywood. “I, uh, I think… I was wondering…” he stammers as our heads are mysteriously pulled towards each other. “I was wondering if I could… get you some cake?”
“Huh?” Yes, I did say ‘huh’, even a Malfoy would be surprised by that. Where the hell did it come from? Cake? And just as we were about to… uh… about to… oh, screw it.
“Cake. If you want some cake. You must be hungry, we’ve already missed breakfast and I got all these cakes and cookies from all these girls yesterday… so, do you want some cake?”
I should say something nasty now. Something about cake and girls. I know I should. I’m a Malfoy, it’s my duty.
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
But I don’t.
The End… ?
Edit: ...Figured out the cut thing...
Still can't figure out how to do that neat link thingie but thought I'd screw it and post that darn fic anyway. My first finished fic, done in a haste and it pro'ly shows... It's all Molly's.
Here goes nothing...
Looking down I saw him. Well... I saw the top of his head, actually I saw a lot of people’s heads but his head was definitely one of them; there’s no mistaking that raven black hair.
Now, don’t think I don’t see the irony of this, me sitting up here looking down at him, all I’ve ever wanted, just a tad twisted. Oh, I see the irony alright, I just don’t appreciate it.
It all seemed like such a brilliant idea yesterday. Then again, I was pissed beyond belief yesterday and even borrowing Blaise’s tutu and letting him spank me seemed like a bloody brilliant idea then. I just wish I’d changed back into trousers…
Why was I pissed beyond belief yesterday? It was Valentine’s Day. That justifies being numbingly pissed, hell, it requires you to be. Especially if you didn’t get a single Valentine’s Day card…I don’t get it, I really don’t. I’m a good looking guy, hell, I’m bloody well sex on a stick. But, apparently, you have to be *nice* and *kind* to get Valentines. Kick a few first years, bully a few Huffelpuffs, laugh at a few Ravenclaws, punch a few Gryffindorks and Bob’s your uncle; you’re not getting even the smallest bit of chocolate.
Anyway, back to the situation at hand. It was all Blaise’s fault. I swear. He challenged me.
“You wouldn’t dare, Draco.”
“You don’t have the guts, Draco.”
“You’re a chicken, Draco.”
“You give great head, Draco.”
I mean, honestly, I had to do it, didn’t I? So, that is how I found myself outside the window in the 6th year boys’ dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, up in a tree, in a tutu.
Oh, bloody hell, he’s coming this way. He’s going for the window. He’s going to open it, he’s going to open the window. What a ponce, it’s bloody February!
Oh, no, he’s going to see me. I’ve got to hide. Quickly. Where? I’m in a bloody tree! Oh, I know, I’ll just hide behind this leaf.
“Bloody hell! …Malfoy?”
“No, Potter, it’s my evil twin.”
“That’d be your good twin and after the sarcasm I doubt it.”
“Ha, bloody ha.”
“Ok, I’m going to try being civil to you for a moment. Malfoy?”
“Yes?”
“What the bloody hell are you doing in a tree outside my dormitory window in the middle of February, wearing a tutu?”
“I’m studying birds, the tutu’s camouflage. What do you bloody well think I’m doing?! I’m stuck.”
“You’re stuck?”
“Yes, Potter, it means that I am unable to get down.”
“Uhu. Mind if I ask how you got up there in the first place and, more importantly, why?”
“Yes, I do mind. Now help me down or bugger off.”
He’s supposed to be the hero of the wizarding world, the boy-wonder Potter, saves kittens from bad doggies and rescues redheads in distress and all that, and yet, he walks away the one time he is truly needed. Saving me from freezing my arse off in a tree isn’t good enough for the boy who lived?
“Potter! Get your skinny arse back here! You’re the saviour of the wizarding world for fuck’s sake, so do the wizarding world a favour and get me down from here!”
Yes! Jackpot! He’s turning around, looking at me.
“I’d do the wizarding world a bigger favour by letting you freeze to death.” he says and starts towards the door once again. Bloody ponce.
“Potter, wait! I didn’t mean it! Your arse’s great, it’s bloody gorgeous! Just help me!”
No, I did not just beg. I… played on my enemy’s weakness for the cute and weak. I let him believe I was begging so he would help me. It’s all a very elaborate scheme, you see, and it’s working. He’s coming back.
It takes some time and some minor assistance from saint-Potter but I finally get out of the tree and over the window ledge, which I promptly trip over… eh I mean, intentionally fall over with the grace of any Malfoy.
Potter catches me before I hit the stone floor. He helps me to my feet and supports me as I regain my balance.
“You should be more careful, Malfoy, you could hurt yourself.” he says as our eyes meet and our lips part slightly. It’s all very Hollywood. “I, uh, I think… I was wondering…” he stammers as our heads are mysteriously pulled towards each other. “I was wondering if I could… get you some cake?”
“Huh?” Yes, I did say ‘huh’, even a Malfoy would be surprised by that. Where the hell did it come from? Cake? And just as we were about to… uh… about to… oh, screw it.
“Cake. If you want some cake. You must be hungry, we’ve already missed breakfast and I got all these cakes and cookies from all these girls yesterday… so, do you want some cake?”
I should say something nasty now. Something about cake and girls. I know I should. I’m a Malfoy, it’s my duty.
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
But I don’t.
The End… ?
Edit: ...Figured out the cut thing...