The Fish (and the chips)
Something spewed out during a spontaneous burst of immaturity. At the time I thought it was amusing… now, I'm not so sure. Kinda slashy but not really… you'll see what I mean.
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Draco sat down at the Slytherin table. The plates were piled high with an assortment of food. It almost repulsed him to think of how all the different foods would look when they came up again after disagreeing with one another. He looked over to the Gryffindor table. There, sitting between the bushy-brown and the saffron-red was a pile of messy black. Draco smiled his smile to himself.
The thick black hair lifted and revealed first a lightning bolt scar, thick round glasses, bright fresh-pickled-toad-green eyes, a cute, slightly too pointy nose and luscious red strawberry candy cane lips. Then Draco saw the chin. Although he'd never admit it to Harry, Draco was envious of that chin. It wasn't too round or too pointy. It was cute, without being overwhelmingly so. The chine wasn't flat, but very three dimensional. It had height, length and breadth and didn't seem box-like. Pure perfection.
Draco Malfoy was about to drool over the uncovered platter of fish and chips as he lent forward to get closer to the chin. A 'gentle' nudge from Goyle brought Draco back to a reality where he and Potter's chin were mortal enemies… to a reality where he was lying on Crabbe's lap looking up at some startled Slytherins' amused faces.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Just laugh" So they did.
Draco sat up and found himself looking at a familiar snowy owl. Potter's owl. He took the letter:
I like fish & chips too
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Utterly pointless and plotless, but you might as well review since you've read it.
