The Hair-puller Pulleth by echo rated PG
title: The Hair-puller Pulleth
author: echo
word count: 200 (so says word)
rating: PG
crossing: BtVS/HP
challenge: love at first ___ (hair pull)
disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The HP ones belong to Rowling. The BtVS/AtS ones belong to Whedon.
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From his perch, he saw her walk up. He would win this exercise. She couldn't know he was there this time. She was just a muggle. Sure, she was an 'advanced' muggle... but muggle still.
Suddenly, she spun about and fired.
Draco Malfoy shouted in alarm and moved. The rubber dart whizzed past his ear. He dropped off the tree branch he'd been on with a back-flip and landed on his feet before she could fire again, but when he looked up, she wasn't there.
When something jumped on his back, he shouted. His hair was grabbed and yanked viciously. Tears of pain sprung up in his eyes. Someone certainly knew the best way to pull hair to produce the maximum amount of pain on the scalp of their victim.
He grabbed her arm and flung her off. Dawn grunted upon impact. Upon looking up, flipping that brown hair out of her blue eyes, Draco Malfoy didn't have a look of murder in his. Those gray eyes looked... hungry. Dawn was puzzled.
"Where'd you learn to yank hair like that, Summers?"
Was he flirting with her? Eww.
Then she noticed how nice he looked without his scowl.
Or possibly... hey.
*~*
end
author: echo
word count: 200 (so says word)
rating: PG
crossing: BtVS/HP
challenge: love at first ___ (hair pull)
disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The HP ones belong to Rowling. The BtVS/AtS ones belong to Whedon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
From his perch, he saw her walk up. He would win this exercise. She couldn't know he was there this time. She was just a muggle. Sure, she was an 'advanced' muggle... but muggle still.
Suddenly, she spun about and fired.
Draco Malfoy shouted in alarm and moved. The rubber dart whizzed past his ear. He dropped off the tree branch he'd been on with a back-flip and landed on his feet before she could fire again, but when he looked up, she wasn't there.
When something jumped on his back, he shouted. His hair was grabbed and yanked viciously. Tears of pain sprung up in his eyes. Someone certainly knew the best way to pull hair to produce the maximum amount of pain on the scalp of their victim.
He grabbed her arm and flung her off. Dawn grunted upon impact. Upon looking up, flipping that brown hair out of her blue eyes, Draco Malfoy didn't have a look of murder in his. Those gray eyes looked... hungry. Dawn was puzzled.
"Where'd you learn to yank hair like that, Summers?"
Was he flirting with her? Eww.
Then she noticed how nice he looked without his scowl.
Or possibly... hey.
*~*
end