Just for the bloody sake of updating...
Just for the sake of updating, here's a scene from my upcoming fic that will someday be finished.
Flats, Furniture, and Ferrets: Harry and Draco are paired up as partners for a 2 week long muggle project where they have to live without magic in London. Involves man-eating furniture, burnt bacon, unhealthy use of hair gel, Draco Vs. ATM, and a cucumber.
The moment was interrupted however by Hermione’s panicked yells and Ron screaming at her to calm down. Ginny and Harry both looked up to find Hermione pushing her way to the table. When she finally got there she began rambling and talking so fast no one could understand what she was saying.
“Hermione!” Harry finally yelled, managing to get Hermione to shut up and stare up at him wildly.
“Harry,” she said out of breath, “your project partner is -“
Unfortunately, Hermione was then cut off; the voice owned by that of a certain Slytherin standing all the way on the other side of the Great Hall. The fair-haired, young Malfoy looked furious.
“POTTER!”
Harry fell out of his chair as the reality of the situation fell down upon him.
“M-Malfoy?” He was able to mutter as he gripped the edge of the table for support. “Y-you’re my partner!”
“I’m not all that thrilled either Potter,” Draco drawled on angrily. “This is an outrage, an abomination! You’d have to pay me a million galleons before I’d ever stay under the same roof as YOU.”
By now the entire school had their eyes on them, watching with interest at what was unfolding before them. Professor McGonagall was having trouble getting through the tables to stop the interruption.
“How do I know he won’t spy on me in the shower?” Draco cried exasperated, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.
“Me, spy on you in the shower? Not until the day I declare myself legally blind! Besides, you’re the sick pervert! How do I know you won’t be wanking off my to my boxer shorts when I’m not home?” Harry snarled back angrily, standing up straight so abruptly that his pumpkin juice spilled over the edge of the table.
“Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Stop this behavior right - “ Professor McGonagall was cut off by an enraged Draco.
“Don’t speak so highly of yourself Potter. I heard girls get off more on your broom than your 4 inch - “
“MR. MALFOY THAT WILL BE ENOUGH!”
“ - wand. I was going to say wand.”
That is the shortest cookie I've ever given anyone in my life. It's more like a crumb. Apologies.
Love,
Aly
Flats, Furniture, and Ferrets: Harry and Draco are paired up as partners for a 2 week long muggle project where they have to live without magic in London. Involves man-eating furniture, burnt bacon, unhealthy use of hair gel, Draco Vs. ATM, and a cucumber.
The moment was interrupted however by Hermione’s panicked yells and Ron screaming at her to calm down. Ginny and Harry both looked up to find Hermione pushing her way to the table. When she finally got there she began rambling and talking so fast no one could understand what she was saying.
“Hermione!” Harry finally yelled, managing to get Hermione to shut up and stare up at him wildly.
“Harry,” she said out of breath, “your project partner is -“
Unfortunately, Hermione was then cut off; the voice owned by that of a certain Slytherin standing all the way on the other side of the Great Hall. The fair-haired, young Malfoy looked furious.
“POTTER!”
Harry fell out of his chair as the reality of the situation fell down upon him.
“M-Malfoy?” He was able to mutter as he gripped the edge of the table for support. “Y-you’re my partner!”
“I’m not all that thrilled either Potter,” Draco drawled on angrily. “This is an outrage, an abomination! You’d have to pay me a million galleons before I’d ever stay under the same roof as YOU.”
By now the entire school had their eyes on them, watching with interest at what was unfolding before them. Professor McGonagall was having trouble getting through the tables to stop the interruption.
“How do I know he won’t spy on me in the shower?” Draco cried exasperated, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.
“Me, spy on you in the shower? Not until the day I declare myself legally blind! Besides, you’re the sick pervert! How do I know you won’t be wanking off my to my boxer shorts when I’m not home?” Harry snarled back angrily, standing up straight so abruptly that his pumpkin juice spilled over the edge of the table.
“Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Stop this behavior right - “ Professor McGonagall was cut off by an enraged Draco.
“Don’t speak so highly of yourself Potter. I heard girls get off more on your broom than your 4 inch - “
“MR. MALFOY THAT WILL BE ENOUGH!”
“ - wand. I was going to say wand.”
That is the shortest cookie I've ever given anyone in my life. It's more like a crumb. Apologies.
Love,
Aly