Author's Note it's 2am, people. and i blame the ice cream. that's what i blame for the creation of this story. damn ice cream. but it tastes oh so very good! *sniffle*
I really should be working on my other two(or is it 4? lol) stories...
Disclaimer if i owned draco (and other harry potter characters) don't you think i would be writing something a little more productive and making a lot of money? that's what i thought. Oh, and the Tigger stuffed animal is copyright Disney, but owned by me! *huggles Pinky Tigger* And so is Winnie the Pooh. (you'll know what i'm talking about when you get there)
Warnings this might have slash, it might not. i really don't know. for i haven't wrote it yet and this isn't planned at all. so i'm just gonna say, be prepared. muwaahahahahha! also.. i have a *cough* sadistic side to me and it's gonna come out here...
Oh.. and yes... this is my room i'm describing in here. hehe.
I watched in the darkness as the boy slept. That is, if that's what one does when they've been knocked out. Anyway, he layed there with his eyes closed and mouth slack. His wrists were tied to the bed frame. I almost reached out and touched his pale skin, but i didn't. I didn't feel like dealing with a screaming rich boy at the moment. So, I sat there, watching.
It must of been an hour before his silver eyes opened. He blinked and looked over at me, where I stood grinning stupidly at him. His eyes widened with confusion. It took him a second to realize his hands were tied. Once this was discovered he immediately began fighting to get loose, letting out scared little noises.
"You wont get out." I told him calmly. He jerked his head in my direction, looking me over.
"Who the fuck are you?" He demaned. I laughed softly.
"A fan." I said simply. I shrugged, holding my hands behind my back. I gazed lazily over the candle lit room. Spotting a disformed lump of a blanket covering my stuffed animals. The Chinese scrolls on the walls. A couple of vases and my bamboo plants. And my darling posters of Orlando Bloom and Linkin Park. I did this all out of a dim boredom. Not really having much to do now that my victim had awakened. I planned the kidnapping, just not the actual playing with him. Playing, hmm, I like that. A grin crept to my lips.
"What the fuck do you mean a fan? Let me go!" The pale blonde struggled with the ropes binding his wrists. "You can't do this. My father will hear about this, damnit!"
"Your father?" I asked, intrigued. "Oh, I'd like that. Lucius Malfoy under my control." A manic laugh escaped my lips that I quickly suppressed. "What a wonderful idea. Father and Son, tied to my bed. Mmmm, I like."
"Your insane!" Draco Malfoy exclaimed in fear. He was trying to hold back the look of terror in his eyes, but he failed miserably. "Your literally insane! Help! HELP! Someone! Help me!!"
"Oh, shut up." I told him, rolling my eyes. I grabbed a palm size metal ball from my dresser and walked over to him, tossing it up into the air and catching it again. He immediately got quiet, eyeing the ball. "Dont' worry, I wont hurt you. But if you scream like that again, this is going into your mouth. The funny thing is, this ball isn't exactly big. If you try and talk, most likely you'll swallow it and suffocate to death. Now, you wouldn't want to do that would you?" Draco shook his head. "That's what I thought."
"What are you gonna do with me?" He whispered. I slowly sat down on the bed next to him.
"I'm not exactly sure." I admitted. "I just wanted to own you, didn't really have a plan on what I'd do with you. I suppose... I could use you for a pleasure toy."
"A what!?" Draco gulped.
"Pleasure Toy." I repeated. "I'd use you for, you know, pleasure." He gave me an utterly disgusted look. I honestly thought he was gonna throw up right there. Laughing, I responded. "Honey, if I was to do that, you would be spending all your time snogging boys in front of me."
"That is disturbing." Draco muttered. But I noticed he seemed much happier with that prospect.
I was getting hot, so I quickly blew out the candle and turned on the regular lights. You know how fire works, heats you up. Draco blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light. He finally took the time to notice a rather revealing Orlando Bloom poster on my wall. Noticing his look, I smiled. "Yeah, I like that one too."
"What? I wasn't looking." Draco insisted. I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't!"
"Honey, it's all right!" I told him, grinning. "You can be gay, I don't mind. In fact, it turns me on."
"I'm not gay!" He said quickly, more trying to prevent me from getting turned on than anything.
"I dont' believe you."
"God damn it all woman, I'm not gay!"
"Bull shit, I saw that look you gave my Orli!"
"Orli? What kind of fucked up name is that?"
"Don't you insult him!" I cried, a little too emotionally than intended.
"I'm not insulting him, just whoever gave him that name." Draco responded snottily.
"I have all the mind to slap the shit out of you."
"You wouldn't dare, bitch!"
"Your pretty damn brave for someone who's tied down!" I yelled, advancing on him.
"Ha! You didn't get my legs now did you!" Draco let out what I assumed was suppose to be an evil laugh. I dove for him. He started kicking in my direction. I fought to get past his rapid moving legs, but only succeeded in getting a few bruises. Defeated, I slumped onto the blanket that was covering my stuffed animals. Reaching underneath I pulled out a medium size Tigger, colored bright pink. Hugging him to my chest, I proceeded in pouting.
"What the hell is that?" Draco asked after a few minutes of silence. I looked down at the stuffed Tigger in my arms and then back up to him.
"It's Pinky Tigger."
"What's a Pinky Tigger?"
"A pink Tigger."
"What the fuck is a tigger?!" Draco demanded a little aggitated. I gave him an exasperated look.
"Damn, Draco, we need to give you some education!" I told him. He growled slightly at me. "You mean, even in the wizarding world, you've never heard of Winnie the Pooh?" He shook his head. "You poor pathetic soul."
"Fine, enlighten me."
"Winnie the Pooh! Winnie the Pooh! A... soemthing... something.. something.. something something. Winne the Pooh! It's Winnie the Pooh!" I sang, trying to remember the tv show from my childhood. I finally grew tired of singing the damn song and went silent.
"Humph, doesn't sound so wonderful to me." Draco muttered dryly. I glared, but said nothing.
"This is boring." I mumbled. "I'd have more fun on my computer."
"Then let me go." Draco said calmly. I eyed him.
"No, no I dont' think I will." I told him. "Not after that remark about Orli."
"Honestly, woman, do you have to call him Orli?"
"Do you have to call me woman?"
"Possibly."
"How so?" I asked, slightly curious.
"It depends on the effect I want my sentence to have." He explained. "If I want you to be aggitated, I'll use woman, If not.. then I wont."
"Oh... Makes sense." I replied, shrugging slightly. There was a moment of silence. "And no, I dont' have to call him Orli. It's just shorter than Orlando, okay?"
"Still, Orli? It's so..." Draco searched for the right word. "Fruity!"
"Oh, shut up! I'm not the one sitting here drooling all over his picture." I remarked. "You sound more like thr fruit to me."
"I'm not gay."
"Could of fooled me."
"I really dont' like you." Draco told me. I snorted.
"I'm your kidnapper, your not suppose to like me."
"Honey! Dinner! You can play with your little friend later." I heard someone call through my room. Draco gave a look of disbelief as I stood up and headed for the door.
"Was that your mom?" He asked, shocked.
"Yeah, so?"
"And she's not worried about you hiding a boy in your room? A kidnapped boy no less?!"
"Not really." I leaned over and whispered at him. "They think I'm a lesbian."
"Umm... Are you?" Draco asked hopefully. I shook my head.
"Nope, Bi." Draco pouted in frustration as I left the room, locking the door on my way.
End Notes What do you think? should I continue it? hmm? hmm?