Author's Note: This was written
laaaaate at night (the time on the paper says that it was finished at 11:51 PM,
5/27/01). This is my very first fanfiction, so reviews and constructive
criticism are much appreciated. Thank you, and have a nifty day! (Oh, yeah,
this is slash. Also, it's called the Yellow Paper Fic because it was written on
a yellow legal pad.)
Irony Polka!
Or
The Yellow Paper Fic
"Watch your mouth,
Malfoy." The tall, bespectacled young man turned towards his opponent,
almost growling as he spoke. The aforementioned Malfoy was leaning against one
of the thick marble pillars surrounding the snow-covered Quidditch field. He
took his time in responding, pausing first to light a cigarette. He inhaled
deeply, and then answered.
"Defending those Mudbloods
again, Potter?" Malfoy tsked disdainfully. "Such a waste."
"Better Mudbloods that
Deatheaters, ferretboy." A slightly pained expression briefly crossed the
shorter blonde's face as he recalled that particular run-in with
transfiguration.
"Touché, Potter. But, if I'm
not mistaken, you share blood with the Lord Voldemort himself, hm? Why insult
the servants when you possess the genes of the master?"
"Not by choice, you Deatheater
wannabe," Potter spat.
"Nice try, flyboy," Malfoy
smirked. "The hotshot seeker who can't keep himself on a broomstick."
"I could say the same about
you, blondie. Look, it's the hotshot pureblood who doesn't seem too worried
about spreading the family lines around."
"Goody two-shoes."
"Kiss-arse," retorted
Potter.
"Suck-up."
"Two-cent whore!"
"Little orphan boy!"
"Wanna make something of
it?" hissed Potter. He stepped forwards, nose almost touching Malfoy's.
"Maybe I do." Malfoy
dropped his forgotten cigarette, crushing it with the toe of one of his black
leather boots.
"Well…well..." Potter
burst out laughing, falling into Malfoy's arms. The two embraced, kissing
passionately before separating. "I always lose!" giggled an indignant
Potter. He threw his arm over the shoulder of an equally hysterical Malfoy.
"You have much…to learn…grasshopper,"
gasped Malfoy, choking back peals of laughter. They kissed once again, and
headed off to the Great Hall in search of hot cocoa.
"Little orphan boy?
Laaaaaaaame."
