Cookie!
The story is still tentatively titled "London", which basically means that if I can't come up with anything better before I finish the story then it's going to be called "London".
This is a cookie from the middle of the story (or what I assume will be the middle of the story, as I haven't actually finished the damned thing yet). Draco has just left Pansy's flat, and meets Harry on the way home. For some reason, they have just been throwing punches at one another, and here is the reason. (Sure I'm giving away the crux of the story but haha look at me not caring!)
"You've got to be kidding me," Draco said, staring at Harry as he searched his pockets for a handkerchief to wipe up the blood that was still pouring from his nose. "You are Pansy's... significant other?" He tried to sneer, but it didn't work quite as well with a swollen jaw.
"So what if I am?" Potter asked, tilting his head back a bit, gripping his nose with the handkerchief.
"I thought Pansy had more taste than that," Draco said, and wet his lips; his lip was bleeding. He pulled his lip into his mouth and hoped it would stop bleeding soon.
"Oh, fuck you, Malfoy. If she has such horrid taste, what does that say about you?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Obviously, I'm the exception to the rule, Potter."
"What if I'm the exception to the rule?" Harry challenged, rather pathetically, what with the bloody handkerchief dangling from his nose.
"Then you're an exceptionally bad choice," Draco replied. He was getting tired of this. The fact that Potter was Pansy's 'other man' didn't bother him yet, but his incessant bickering was starting to grate Draco's nerves. "Now can I please leave without having to make you bleed from some other orifice; Pansy's expecting you, after all."
"Fuck you, Malfoy. You're just pissed off because all she wants from you is sex. She's never wanted you for anything else, and the fact that she wants me makes you fucking green with envy."
Draco gritted his teeth. "No, Potter, what I am green with is sickness, at the idea that she wants you for anything, even as someone fun to manipulate. I care for her well being and I can't stand to see her lower her standards to your level. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go home and clean myself up."
Harry looked like he wanted to punch Draco again, but thankfully didn't follow through on the impulse. "You're a fucking wanker, Malfoy," he said, and started walking again, still clutching his nose.
Draco smirked painfully to himself and pulled his wand from his pocket. Glancing around to make sure nobody would see him Apparate, he turned back and called to Harry, "Enjoy sloppy seconds, Potter!"
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This is a cookie from the middle of the story (or what I assume will be the middle of the story, as I haven't actually finished the damned thing yet). Draco has just left Pansy's flat, and meets Harry on the way home. For some reason, they have just been throwing punches at one another, and here is the reason. (Sure I'm giving away the crux of the story but haha look at me not caring!)
"You've got to be kidding me," Draco said, staring at Harry as he searched his pockets for a handkerchief to wipe up the blood that was still pouring from his nose. "You are Pansy's... significant other?" He tried to sneer, but it didn't work quite as well with a swollen jaw.
"So what if I am?" Potter asked, tilting his head back a bit, gripping his nose with the handkerchief.
"I thought Pansy had more taste than that," Draco said, and wet his lips; his lip was bleeding. He pulled his lip into his mouth and hoped it would stop bleeding soon.
"Oh, fuck you, Malfoy. If she has such horrid taste, what does that say about you?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Obviously, I'm the exception to the rule, Potter."
"What if I'm the exception to the rule?" Harry challenged, rather pathetically, what with the bloody handkerchief dangling from his nose.
"Then you're an exceptionally bad choice," Draco replied. He was getting tired of this. The fact that Potter was Pansy's 'other man' didn't bother him yet, but his incessant bickering was starting to grate Draco's nerves. "Now can I please leave without having to make you bleed from some other orifice; Pansy's expecting you, after all."
"Fuck you, Malfoy. You're just pissed off because all she wants from you is sex. She's never wanted you for anything else, and the fact that she wants me makes you fucking green with envy."
Draco gritted his teeth. "No, Potter, what I am green with is sickness, at the idea that she wants you for anything, even as someone fun to manipulate. I care for her well being and I can't stand to see her lower her standards to your level. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go home and clean myself up."
Harry looked like he wanted to punch Draco again, but thankfully didn't follow through on the impulse. "You're a fucking wanker, Malfoy," he said, and started walking again, still clutching his nose.
Draco smirked painfully to himself and pulled his wand from his pocket. Glancing around to make sure nobody would see him Apparate, he turned back and called to Harry, "Enjoy sloppy seconds, Potter!"
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