Title: Perfect. Just bloody Perfect

Author: FairyoftheUnderworld

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the world in which this is set. The plot alone is mine.


A halo of crumpled up balls of paper framed the desk in the centre of the room, like a fairy ring. Magazines, books and reams of parchment rose in steep cliffs teetering precariously and threatening to deluge the room in a tidal wave of text.

The pale boy stretched over the desk, groaned and massaged his temples slowly.

Draco Malfoy, had a headache.

He moaned and shifted slightly, making yet another crease in his shirt, which had started its day crisp and snowy white but now contemplated its comparison to a paper bag. The parchment beneath his head rustled like a hedgehog in hibernation as the 17 year old sought a more comfortable spot of his homework to lie on.

Downstairs the clock struck 3 'o' clock and Draco Malfoy fell fast asleep on his prized potions essay.

It was not until 8am precisely that Draco opened his eyes to the chimes of the grandfather clock and the blinding headache of the night before. Blinking slowly, he lifted his head, stretched, and gingerly peeled a piece of parchment from his face.

Darn it, there were inky smudges decorating his fingers and staining his milky white forearms an unhealthy grey hue. A horrible thought struck him. As they do. Rushing to the mirror, Draco's silvery blues widened in consternation. His normally waving tendrils of white blonde hair, lay bedraggled lifeless and limp. Red lines chasmed and yawned in a template of his makeshift 'pillow', but most worryingly of all, scribbled in his own far hand, over one whole cheek and half his right nostril was an imprint of his potions assignment.

Draco Malfoy had a headache AND "the Top Ten Herbs to Cure Impotency" printed onto his face.

Perfect. Just bloody perfect.


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