This one here is made for the Hopscotch Challenge, from the Hogwarts School Forum. You guys should check it out.
Hopscotch: three prompts: Owl (creature), The Burrow (location), "Get off my lap". (dialogue).
Word Count: 452.
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm still trying this drabble thing and I didn't review it.
I don't own Harry Potter. *sighs*
He squeezed her fingers even tighter, as they approached the front door of that place.
'I can't see why you're so nervous' - she said as she knocked the door - 'it's not like they're going to attack you or something'
He snickered - 'I'm not nervous. I just don't like to come here.'
'But why? They're all so nice.'
He had to stop himself of saying anything more because someone opened the door and dragged them inside.
He hates The Burrow. Every time he comes here, something bad happens and he always leaves in a bad mood.
'I know that sometimes things don't always happen accordingly, but can you please try to be nice?'
He stared into her beautiful brown eyes.
'I promise you, Granger, I'll be in my best behavior tonight'.
She hugged him and whispered in his ear 'if you do that, I promise you that later, I'll be very, very nice.'
He smirked at her. How hard could it be?
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He's going to kill someone. He's pretty sure of that.
The evening was nice. Everybody was talking, they've played some quidditch before dinner was served.
But then, out of nowhere, an owl flew across the dining table and everybody screamed and started to throw things and then a food war began.
He can almost see his Mother frowning upon all this mess. She just hates the lack of manners of some people.
She would hate even more if she could see the state of his clothing. There's sauce in every part of his shirt.
Just a few more hours, then I'll be going home with my gorgeous girlfriend.
He took a deep breath and waited. What more could happen?
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Who the fuck decided that it's a good idea to play hide and seek?
He should be able to say no to her. They've been dating for two years and he's still unable to deny her anything.
And now, he's hiding inside of a fucking closet, waiting for the perfect momen-
Wait.
'Be quiet, Malfoy. They're going to find us here'
'Weasel' - his blood is boiling and he needs to breathe really hard, otherwise he's going to punch the bastard - 'Get off my lap'.
'Look, this closet is small and there's no place for me to hide.'
'I don't fucking care. Get off my lap'
'For the last time, ther-'
'Am I interrupting something?'
They stared at the whole family watching them from outside the closet.
'Honey, should I be worried?' - Lavender asked, as both men struggled to get up.
He ignored the banter and redirected his grey eyes to the bushy haired girl across the room.
Oh yes. He hates The Burrow.
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