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I don't know when or why my muse contact me concerning this particular ship of mine, apart from the obvious fact that Lucius Malfoy is the hottest fictional character over 30 ever.
Well, anyway, here's the product of that inspiration: a prologue to a chapter fic that I'll probably never finish... Oh, man, I'm optimistic again; I know I will never finish.
The prologue isn't slash, even I'm not that tasteless, so you won't kill your not-so-pretty eyes from reading it.
Title: (Untitled)
Summery: It was supposed to be an initiation, where the target was taken against his wishes along with a Non-Supporter, locked in a prison with said Non-Supporter, and be observed for his reactions. But they should have known that Malfoys never follow the rules.
Prologue
The weather is nice, isn’t it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming-Never you mind about it being November and everything being covered in a foot of snow-What do you mean I’m hiding something?
For the record, I resent that remark about me not paying attention in class and letting Gryffindor lose twenty points (the cauldron would have exploded anyway, with you putting in thrice as much dragon fang powder as we needed), and the one about me staring out the window, and the one about me sighing like a love-struck maiden while staring out said window. Which part of “werewolf” don’t you understand? Even in Latin, vir, which was where the “were” in “werewolf” came from, means “man.” Yes, that is pronounced like a “w” but spelled with a “v.” Why are you even asking these elementary questions? Where did your History of Magic lessons go? Of course we did! Professor Binns spent an entire month on the origins of spells and their naming systems back in third year; how can you not remember-Oh, right, there are no lessons for you, considering you never bothered to stay awake in class… Always begging me to lend you my notes the night before exams… Where was I? Oh, yes, the werewolf thing. “Man-wolf” and “maiden” are two rather dissimilar things, do you not agree?
Heh. I knew there’s no fooling you. The truth is, I do have some trivial matters to seek your advice on. What? Where did you get the idea that I utilize complex terminology when I’m dishonest? …Well, perhaps “trivial” is downplaying it a bit. Just a wee bit, though…
Oh, bugger it all. My very existence depends on this.
Do you remember how after you’ve discovered my, ahem, secret, you told me repeatedly that I was allowed to disclose any information to you and you would never judge me? (Stop with the vocabulary thing already, I’m being serious here.) Well, I was wondering if the offer still stands… “Of course?” Just like that? Don’t you think you answered a tad too soon? I mean, I haven’t even elaborated on the situation-All right, I’ll give you that. Maybe I wouldn’t have elaborated had you not replied so quickly and with so much certainty.
Are you absolutely sure about this? I say this with all the honesty in my being: if you dislike me after this, I would die. (Melodramatic? I am not.) I would. Stop it. It is not funny.
You better be sorry.
Yes, yes, I think taking deep breaths would help, too…
…Well, perhaps I should start at the beginning, before this whole mess started…
If you still can't figure out the ship in this fic after the prologue, you need to get rid of your life. Stop living, darn you.
And, yes, I have to put my Latin class to use in the "real world."
Well, anyway, here's the product of that inspiration: a prologue to a chapter fic that I'll probably never finish... Oh, man, I'm optimistic again; I know I will never finish.
The prologue isn't slash, even I'm not that tasteless, so you won't kill your not-so-pretty eyes from reading it.
Title: (Untitled)
Summery: It was supposed to be an initiation, where the target was taken against his wishes along with a Non-Supporter, locked in a prison with said Non-Supporter, and be observed for his reactions. But they should have known that Malfoys never follow the rules.
Prologue
The weather is nice, isn’t it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming-Never you mind about it being November and everything being covered in a foot of snow-What do you mean I’m hiding something?
For the record, I resent that remark about me not paying attention in class and letting Gryffindor lose twenty points (the cauldron would have exploded anyway, with you putting in thrice as much dragon fang powder as we needed), and the one about me staring out the window, and the one about me sighing like a love-struck maiden while staring out said window. Which part of “werewolf” don’t you understand? Even in Latin, vir, which was where the “were” in “werewolf” came from, means “man.” Yes, that is pronounced like a “w” but spelled with a “v.” Why are you even asking these elementary questions? Where did your History of Magic lessons go? Of course we did! Professor Binns spent an entire month on the origins of spells and their naming systems back in third year; how can you not remember-Oh, right, there are no lessons for you, considering you never bothered to stay awake in class… Always begging me to lend you my notes the night before exams… Where was I? Oh, yes, the werewolf thing. “Man-wolf” and “maiden” are two rather dissimilar things, do you not agree?
Heh. I knew there’s no fooling you. The truth is, I do have some trivial matters to seek your advice on. What? Where did you get the idea that I utilize complex terminology when I’m dishonest? …Well, perhaps “trivial” is downplaying it a bit. Just a wee bit, though…
Oh, bugger it all. My very existence depends on this.
Do you remember how after you’ve discovered my, ahem, secret, you told me repeatedly that I was allowed to disclose any information to you and you would never judge me? (Stop with the vocabulary thing already, I’m being serious here.) Well, I was wondering if the offer still stands… “Of course?” Just like that? Don’t you think you answered a tad too soon? I mean, I haven’t even elaborated on the situation-All right, I’ll give you that. Maybe I wouldn’t have elaborated had you not replied so quickly and with so much certainty.
Are you absolutely sure about this? I say this with all the honesty in my being: if you dislike me after this, I would die. (Melodramatic? I am not.) I would. Stop it. It is not funny.
You better be sorry.
Yes, yes, I think taking deep breaths would help, too…
…Well, perhaps I should start at the beginning, before this whole mess started…
If you still can't figure out the ship in this fic after the prologue, you need to get rid of your life. Stop living, darn you.
And, yes, I have to put my Latin class to use in the "real world."