Fanfic: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire - 31st July 1996
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire - 31st July 1996
(cowritten with another anonymous author)
First Draft: June 2004 (?)
Final Draft: Oct 2004
Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Draco has a teenager-rebel-phase and lots of fun with a Synonym-Antonym-Dictionary so he decides to visit Harry Potter. (Don’t look for sense!) A little bit H/D.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear!
A/N: What can I say? Dictionaries are love.
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire - 31st July 1996
Draco (blond, grey-eyed, gorgeous, clever, cunning and normally calculating!) was sitting in one of his rooms - in his study-room to be precise, his feet on his desk - on his Potions homework to be even more precise. He had been looking out of the window down at the perfect garden outside for quite a long time now until he sighed (dramatically).
Perfect. Everything had to be perfect - except that his father, the rich and (former?) powerful Lucius Malfoy, was a (mad) criminal on the run and that Draco was constantly thinking.
The ability to think is something quite dangerous. Especially when you were a teenager who was brought up to believe in something that was nonsense, trash, rot, balderdash, humbug, twaddle, drivel, bosh, gibberish, senseless, absurdity, silliness, stupidity, foolishness, folly and fatuity and who had his teenager-rebel-phase.
He was displeased.
(And felt offended, annoyed, vexed, disgusted, dissatisfied, very irritated, upset and hurt.)
When he looked down at his school-things, his train of thoughts turned on his - friends?
Crabbe and Goyle ... well why was it this hard for him to call them his friends, even to call them by their given names or think of them separately?
Why bother? He had always known that they were not friends...
He took out a “Synonym & Antonym Dictionary” and looked up the word ‘friend’.
(While reading it out aloud Draco secretly compared the description to his friendship with Crabbe and Goyle.)
It said:
‘Companion!’
‘Intimate!’
‘Confidant?’
‘Familiar.’
‘Comrade.’
‘Ally!!!’
‘Associate.’
‘Partner!’
‘Crony?’
‘Chum, pal, mate!’ (Sounds like Weasley-talk!)
‘Benefactor?!’ (BENEFACTOR?! Is this dictionary all mad?)
‘Patron?!’ (Haha again.)
‘Supporter!!!’ (When did these empty-heady idiots EVER support me?!)
On the line below, there was only one word in capital letters:
‘ENEMY.’
Suddenly he got up. Enemy sounded far more interesting than friend.
Potter. Potter! Harry Potter and his friends!!!
They always ... did everything together and got into adventures and ...
Draco realized that he felt jealous. Jealous of HARRY POTTER! It was terrible. Simply terrible. It was under his dignity, under his status! He just had to be - and to feel - better than this destitute orphan.
Somehow he got out and was waling through the perfect park, counting the bushes. After a while he surrendered and got out of the par, passing the last petunia flowerbed. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
He began strolling through the untamed beauty of the Wiltshire countryside and his mood took a new path - depression passed, aggression came and he felt a strong desire to rebel against EVERYTHING. Now he knew it for sure and half wanted the rest of the world to know it, too: He didn’t want to become a Death Eater; but he didn’t want to be on the ‘good side’ either. (Author’s Note: Rebellion!)
The rough environment that he was walking through even encouraged him and he felt the urge to do something drastic!
When he entered the park again the roses abruptly appeared in his view.
He went over to them and took one red rose but when he touched the bloom the flower fell apart.
Had he thought it was perfect? No. Everything was false, fake, counterfeit, forged, wrong and this place was a pool of lies! He was incredibly sad and wanted to leave immediately!
Quickly he grabbed his broomstick and went up in the air with the wish to be happy again.
He flew hours over hours until he sighted messy black hair in a garden and landed in front of Privet Drive 4.
Draco rang the bell; Petunia opened the door, saw his Armani jacket (Author’s Note: Don’t ask me where it comes from!) and didn’t even ask who he was when she let him in. With his stunning and charming looks he convinced her that he was a ... real estate agent?
Well, at least he managed to go up to Harry’s room.
He looked around and saw how Spartan the room was. After five minutes he didn’t know what to do and started sea sawing on his feet when suddenly he heard a noise ...
The door opened with a creak and Harry Potter stepped into the room. When he saw Draco his eyes went wide, his chin dropped and he had problems fighting against gravity so he had to lean against the doorframe.
‘What the ---?’ was the only thing he could utter before he realized how shocking this ‘situation’ would look to ... everyone and just to do something he shut the door. Still shaking he tried to speak again, ‘Malfoy? What are you doing here?’
‘I’m visiting you,’ he stated matter-of-factly.
‘But ... you know how impossible this is! Why?’
‘Why not? You know, I considered you as my enemy. But then I thought about my friends and couldn’t name one. So I thought ... I missed you.’
‘Er ... this is a trick, isn’t it? Where are all the other Death Eaters?’ Harry asked.
This upset Draco extremely and he spat, ‘How dare you judge me like that! I’m no Death Eater! I am ... impartial.’
‘You are what?’ muttered Harry with a puzzled look.
‘I’m on neither side,’ he explained as if it was completely obvious, ‘But let us talk about something pleasant!’ Draco announced as if Harry would obey him naturally. He came toward Harry and took his shoulders.
‘I’m horribly bored, depressed and lonely,’ he said indifferently to Harry looking him in the eyes.
Harry just didn’t know what to do!
Draco bent down so his mouth was only inches away from Harry’s ear and whispered, ‘Make me happy, Harry,’ while he spoke his breath was tickling Harry’s ear.
Suddenly Harry moved towards Draco and kissed him on the cheek. By now both boys were horribly confused! Neither of them moved.
‘Er...’ Harry said, ‘Wanna play Quidditch?’
‘Er... yeah. But where?’
‘The Dursleys’ garden?’
‘Okay.’
After the Quidditch, which had strongly irritated the neighbours, both boys agreed on going to a pub. So they searched for one and finally found it. It was a Muggle-Halloween-Costume-Pub. They sat down at a table and ordered two Irish coffees. Suddenly Harry said, ‘Oh no! I don’t have any money!’
‘No prob, mate,’ said Draco, ‘I’m paying,’ he told Harry and winked, ‘That’s my birthday present for you!’
‘How do you know?’
‘Oh, of course I know. What did you think I’ve visited you for!’
‘Oh ... thanks ... mate’
Suddenly a pair of polished shoes entered the room, they belonged to ... Lucius Malfoy!
In complete shock Harry and Draco immediately dropped on the floor and hid under the table ... where they stayed forever. Living there happily ever after.
The End.
(cowritten with another anonymous author)
First Draft: June 2004 (?)
Final Draft: Oct 2004
Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Draco has a teenager-rebel-phase and lots of fun with a Synonym-Antonym-Dictionary so he decides to visit Harry Potter. (Don’t look for sense!) A little bit H/D.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear!
A/N: What can I say? Dictionaries are love.
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire - 31st July 1996
Draco (blond, grey-eyed, gorgeous, clever, cunning and normally calculating!) was sitting in one of his rooms - in his study-room to be precise, his feet on his desk - on his Potions homework to be even more precise. He had been looking out of the window down at the perfect garden outside for quite a long time now until he sighed (dramatically).
Perfect. Everything had to be perfect - except that his father, the rich and (former?) powerful Lucius Malfoy, was a (mad) criminal on the run and that Draco was constantly thinking.
The ability to think is something quite dangerous. Especially when you were a teenager who was brought up to believe in something that was nonsense, trash, rot, balderdash, humbug, twaddle, drivel, bosh, gibberish, senseless, absurdity, silliness, stupidity, foolishness, folly and fatuity and who had his teenager-rebel-phase.
He was displeased.
(And felt offended, annoyed, vexed, disgusted, dissatisfied, very irritated, upset and hurt.)
When he looked down at his school-things, his train of thoughts turned on his - friends?
Crabbe and Goyle ... well why was it this hard for him to call them his friends, even to call them by their given names or think of them separately?
Why bother? He had always known that they were not friends...
He took out a “Synonym & Antonym Dictionary” and looked up the word ‘friend’.
(While reading it out aloud Draco secretly compared the description to his friendship with Crabbe and Goyle.)
It said:
‘Companion!’
‘Intimate!’
‘Confidant?’
‘Familiar.’
‘Comrade.’
‘Ally!!!’
‘Associate.’
‘Partner!’
‘Crony?’
‘Chum, pal, mate!’ (Sounds like Weasley-talk!)
‘Benefactor?!’ (BENEFACTOR?! Is this dictionary all mad?)
‘Patron?!’ (Haha again.)
‘Supporter!!!’ (When did these empty-heady idiots EVER support me?!)
On the line below, there was only one word in capital letters:
‘ENEMY.’
Suddenly he got up. Enemy sounded far more interesting than friend.
Potter. Potter! Harry Potter and his friends!!!
They always ... did everything together and got into adventures and ...
Draco realized that he felt jealous. Jealous of HARRY POTTER! It was terrible. Simply terrible. It was under his dignity, under his status! He just had to be - and to feel - better than this destitute orphan.
Somehow he got out and was waling through the perfect park, counting the bushes. After a while he surrendered and got out of the par, passing the last petunia flowerbed. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
He began strolling through the untamed beauty of the Wiltshire countryside and his mood took a new path - depression passed, aggression came and he felt a strong desire to rebel against EVERYTHING. Now he knew it for sure and half wanted the rest of the world to know it, too: He didn’t want to become a Death Eater; but he didn’t want to be on the ‘good side’ either. (Author’s Note: Rebellion!)
The rough environment that he was walking through even encouraged him and he felt the urge to do something drastic!
When he entered the park again the roses abruptly appeared in his view.
He went over to them and took one red rose but when he touched the bloom the flower fell apart.
Had he thought it was perfect? No. Everything was false, fake, counterfeit, forged, wrong and this place was a pool of lies! He was incredibly sad and wanted to leave immediately!
Quickly he grabbed his broomstick and went up in the air with the wish to be happy again.
He flew hours over hours until he sighted messy black hair in a garden and landed in front of Privet Drive 4.
Draco rang the bell; Petunia opened the door, saw his Armani jacket (Author’s Note: Don’t ask me where it comes from!) and didn’t even ask who he was when she let him in. With his stunning and charming looks he convinced her that he was a ... real estate agent?
Well, at least he managed to go up to Harry’s room.
He looked around and saw how Spartan the room was. After five minutes he didn’t know what to do and started sea sawing on his feet when suddenly he heard a noise ...
The door opened with a creak and Harry Potter stepped into the room. When he saw Draco his eyes went wide, his chin dropped and he had problems fighting against gravity so he had to lean against the doorframe.
‘What the ---?’ was the only thing he could utter before he realized how shocking this ‘situation’ would look to ... everyone and just to do something he shut the door. Still shaking he tried to speak again, ‘Malfoy? What are you doing here?’
‘I’m visiting you,’ he stated matter-of-factly.
‘But ... you know how impossible this is! Why?’
‘Why not? You know, I considered you as my enemy. But then I thought about my friends and couldn’t name one. So I thought ... I missed you.’
‘Er ... this is a trick, isn’t it? Where are all the other Death Eaters?’ Harry asked.
This upset Draco extremely and he spat, ‘How dare you judge me like that! I’m no Death Eater! I am ... impartial.’
‘You are what?’ muttered Harry with a puzzled look.
‘I’m on neither side,’ he explained as if it was completely obvious, ‘But let us talk about something pleasant!’ Draco announced as if Harry would obey him naturally. He came toward Harry and took his shoulders.
‘I’m horribly bored, depressed and lonely,’ he said indifferently to Harry looking him in the eyes.
Harry just didn’t know what to do!
Draco bent down so his mouth was only inches away from Harry’s ear and whispered, ‘Make me happy, Harry,’ while he spoke his breath was tickling Harry’s ear.
Suddenly Harry moved towards Draco and kissed him on the cheek. By now both boys were horribly confused! Neither of them moved.
‘Er...’ Harry said, ‘Wanna play Quidditch?’
‘Er... yeah. But where?’
‘The Dursleys’ garden?’
‘Okay.’
After the Quidditch, which had strongly irritated the neighbours, both boys agreed on going to a pub. So they searched for one and finally found it. It was a Muggle-Halloween-Costume-Pub. They sat down at a table and ordered two Irish coffees. Suddenly Harry said, ‘Oh no! I don’t have any money!’
‘No prob, mate,’ said Draco, ‘I’m paying,’ he told Harry and winked, ‘That’s my birthday present for you!’
‘How do you know?’
‘Oh, of course I know. What did you think I’ve visited you for!’
‘Oh ... thanks ... mate’
Suddenly a pair of polished shoes entered the room, they belonged to ... Lucius Malfoy!
In complete shock Harry and Draco immediately dropped on the floor and hid under the table ... where they stayed forever. Living there happily ever after.
The End.