Silly Slash Part One
In Which Old Enemies are Surprised Lovers
DRABBLE
They came closer and closer. Harry could hardly believe the fire in Malfoy's eyes. His breath came in short, ragged gasps. Then slowly, inexorably, their noses bumped painfully.
"Ow! Watch it, Potter!"
"Sorry. It's hard to see without my glasses."
"Well put them on, moron!"
"But then your hair gets caught!"
"Damn my hair. I want you!"
Suddenly the door swung open revealing Draco in all his pointy fury.
"Potter! Why the hell are you making out with my dad?"
"He's mine! You can't have him!" Lucius cried, crushing the 17-year-old to him.
"But I loved him, Dad!"
"Too bad! Amuse yourself with your Firebolt!"
"Harry! What're you doing?" Ron cried, bursting in through another door.
"Being . . . suffocated . . ." Harry coughed. Lucius held him tighter and fat tears came to his eyes.
"Go 'way, Weasley! Mine!"
"No! I saw him first!"
"But I loved him first!"
"I've loved him since the day he was born!" Voldemort said, crashing through a nearby window.
Harry screamed in terror and woke up in a cold sweat.
"Had a bad dream, honey?" said an oily voice beside him as a hand ran over his chest. "Tell Peter what happened."
Harry whimpered. Would this nightmare ever end?