*grumble* *snarf* *growl*
I'm jumpy as Nev in a pit full of snakes, and I don't know why. ARGH!
J and I went out to dinner last night for our ani. 2 years! Geez. Sometimes it seems much longer. And I'm honestly such a freak-hermit-nonpeopleperson that I have no idea how I even landed him. *giggles* Landed. Dating has got to be my least favorite activity ever. Dating involves meeting strangers. Dating sucks. But luckily I floundered through the first couple months and we have so much insanity in common it's... insane. *sigh*
I have not written anything worthwhile today... the Nev and Seamus adventure shall continue maybe tomorrow. And I have half an installment of DT done *gasp!* and I'm pondering something original as well. We'll see.
So to entertain those hanging about, here's a comment drabble I wrote for lady_draherm a couple weeks ago... You might've spotted it at her journal. I contemplated making it longer or rewriting it, but you know what? I'm just not motivated enough. Hurrah!!!
Summary from an lady_draherm meme: Draco and Luna are in a happy relationship until Luna runs off with Blaise. Draco, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Millie and a brief unhappy affair with Theodore, then follows the wise advice of Hermione and finds true love with JC.
I cut out the beginning and went straight for the good crack...
Draco Malfoy is One Cracked Out Cracker or JC and Draco sittin' in a tree...
Lance glanced up from the TV and cocked his head at the blond, scowl-y little man in the corner of JC’s living room. He hadn’t noticed him at first. “Who’s that, C?”
JC scratched the bridge of his nose with the end of his pen. “Dunno,” he murmured, then hummed a few notes, frowned, hummed a few more, then smiled brightly to himself and bobbed his head a bit, the pen now tapping on his nose.
“C?” Lance waited patiently for the brunette to look up at him.
He blinked, long-lashes fluttering as he focused on Lance. “Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Um,” he rolled his wrist, open-palmed, “some guy. Been following me around and. He doesn’t eat much, so.” He shrugged.
Lance stared at him incredulously, an are-you-really-that-dumb? sort of look on his face, and, really. JC wasn’t that dumb. Lance waited even more patiently - or less, maybe - for JC to realize that himself.
“What?” JC wrinkled his brow. “What?” He figured Lance’d be happy the blond wasn’t snatching food from him, since the guys were always on his case about his weight and stupid things like remembering to eat, and when they put toast down next to him when he was writing, you know, he was eating it and the blond wasn’t, so. And then his eyes cleared and the wrinkle smoothed from his forehead - thank god - and he said, “He’s not, like, dangerous. The one,” he made a vague back-and-forth motion with his hand, “that one big guy, Leroy.” JC nodded. “He checked him out. He has a thin stick or something, and, you know,” he shrugged again, “he can hang around, if he wants.”
“Hang. around,” Lance echoed slowly. “And you don’t know who he is.”
“He doesn’t talk much.” And, really, JC kinda liked that.
Lance nodded, then slipped off the couch when JC grinned absently at him and went back to his notebook. He stalked over to the little blond, grabbed the front of his... shirt - at least, he thought it was a shirt, and did he have a cape on? - and dragged him, sputtering low protests, into the kitchen. The door swung closed behind them with an unsatisfying swish and Lance glared at the guy.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
One very thin brow arched, the man brushed off the front of his… robe-like thing and said imperiously, “Draco Malfoy.”
Lance mocked Malfoy’s arched eyebrow with one of his own, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure. “And why the hell are you following JC around?” Although, honestly, that wasn’t much of question, since, duh. It was JC.
Malfoy scowled at him and snarled, “He reminds me of my ex-girlfriend,” which really wasn’t anything Lance was expecting him to say.
“He… what?”
“Yes, exactly, it doesn’t make sense, does it?” he snapped, then went on, face pinched and tirade gradually getting louder, “Fucking Granger and her fucking Muggle magazines and fucking Loony for making me love her and her total and complete inability to make FUCKING SENSE!”
“Um.” Lance honestly couldn’t have been more confused.
“Hey,” JC poked his head past the door, long fingers curled around the jamb. “Hey, you.” He nodded towards the shorter blond.
Malfoy took a deep breath, blinked, then offered a husky, “Draco.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Draco,” he gestured him closer, “Come on, come listen to this, will you?” His smile was brilliant and almost blinding and even Lance, who’d seen it many, many times over, caught his breath on an infinitesimal gasp.
Malfoy shot Lance a heated glare, mouthed ‘go away,’ and then glided towards JC.
Lance stared dumbly after them.
J and I went out to dinner last night for our ani. 2 years! Geez. Sometimes it seems much longer. And I'm honestly such a freak-hermit-nonpeopleperson that I have no idea how I even landed him. *giggles* Landed. Dating has got to be my least favorite activity ever. Dating involves meeting strangers. Dating sucks. But luckily I floundered through the first couple months and we have so much insanity in common it's... insane. *sigh*
I have not written anything worthwhile today... the Nev and Seamus adventure shall continue maybe tomorrow. And I have half an installment of DT done *gasp!* and I'm pondering something original as well. We'll see.
So to entertain those hanging about, here's a comment drabble I wrote for lady_draherm a couple weeks ago... You might've spotted it at her journal. I contemplated making it longer or rewriting it, but you know what? I'm just not motivated enough. Hurrah!!!
Summary from an lady_draherm meme: Draco and Luna are in a happy relationship until Luna runs off with Blaise. Draco, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Millie and a brief unhappy affair with Theodore, then follows the wise advice of Hermione and finds true love with JC.
I cut out the beginning and went straight for the good crack...
Draco Malfoy is One Cracked Out Cracker or JC and Draco sittin' in a tree...
Lance glanced up from the TV and cocked his head at the blond, scowl-y little man in the corner of JC’s living room. He hadn’t noticed him at first. “Who’s that, C?”
JC scratched the bridge of his nose with the end of his pen. “Dunno,” he murmured, then hummed a few notes, frowned, hummed a few more, then smiled brightly to himself and bobbed his head a bit, the pen now tapping on his nose.
“C?” Lance waited patiently for the brunette to look up at him.
He blinked, long-lashes fluttering as he focused on Lance. “Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Um,” he rolled his wrist, open-palmed, “some guy. Been following me around and. He doesn’t eat much, so.” He shrugged.
Lance stared at him incredulously, an are-you-really-that-dumb? sort of look on his face, and, really. JC wasn’t that dumb. Lance waited even more patiently - or less, maybe - for JC to realize that himself.
“What?” JC wrinkled his brow. “What?” He figured Lance’d be happy the blond wasn’t snatching food from him, since the guys were always on his case about his weight and stupid things like remembering to eat, and when they put toast down next to him when he was writing, you know, he was eating it and the blond wasn’t, so. And then his eyes cleared and the wrinkle smoothed from his forehead - thank god - and he said, “He’s not, like, dangerous. The one,” he made a vague back-and-forth motion with his hand, “that one big guy, Leroy.” JC nodded. “He checked him out. He has a thin stick or something, and, you know,” he shrugged again, “he can hang around, if he wants.”
“Hang. around,” Lance echoed slowly. “And you don’t know who he is.”
“He doesn’t talk much.” And, really, JC kinda liked that.
Lance nodded, then slipped off the couch when JC grinned absently at him and went back to his notebook. He stalked over to the little blond, grabbed the front of his... shirt - at least, he thought it was a shirt, and did he have a cape on? - and dragged him, sputtering low protests, into the kitchen. The door swung closed behind them with an unsatisfying swish and Lance glared at the guy.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
One very thin brow arched, the man brushed off the front of his… robe-like thing and said imperiously, “Draco Malfoy.”
Lance mocked Malfoy’s arched eyebrow with one of his own, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure. “And why the hell are you following JC around?” Although, honestly, that wasn’t much of question, since, duh. It was JC.
Malfoy scowled at him and snarled, “He reminds me of my ex-girlfriend,” which really wasn’t anything Lance was expecting him to say.
“He… what?”
“Yes, exactly, it doesn’t make sense, does it?” he snapped, then went on, face pinched and tirade gradually getting louder, “Fucking Granger and her fucking Muggle magazines and fucking Loony for making me love her and her total and complete inability to make FUCKING SENSE!”
“Um.” Lance honestly couldn’t have been more confused.
“Hey,” JC poked his head past the door, long fingers curled around the jamb. “Hey, you.” He nodded towards the shorter blond.
Malfoy took a deep breath, blinked, then offered a husky, “Draco.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Draco,” he gestured him closer, “Come on, come listen to this, will you?” His smile was brilliant and almost blinding and even Lance, who’d seen it many, many times over, caught his breath on an infinitesimal gasp.
Malfoy shot Lance a heated glare, mouthed ‘go away,’ and then glided towards JC.
Lance stared dumbly after them.