TITLE: Draco Malfoy and the Magnetic Portkey
SPOILERS: Everything Harry Potter, better safe than sorry
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy finds a strange object that turns out to be a portkey. He doesn't have his wand or anyway of getting home that he knows of, and he's at the mercy of a Muggle girl . . . What's a boy to do?
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't really know what inspired me to right this, I guess I just dreamed it up.
Draco Malfoy and the Magnetic Portkey
Sarah had snuck out into the backyard after her mom and brother had gone to bed. It was peaceful and calming out here. She planned to lay on the trampoline and look at the stars awhile, before she too went to bed.
The night air was fresh, smelling of dew and cut grass, tinged with a faintly juicy scent owing to the many fruit trees. The trees formed ominous black silhouettes against the backdrop of endless dark sky. Sarah inhaled deeply, savoring the subtle aroma which bore the essence of blooming flora, refreshing and darkly enticing at the same time.
Suddenly a flash of shimmering silver toward her right caught her eye. Sarah glanced sharply in that direction as a soft rustle confirmed her suspicions. There was a dark movement in the honeysuckle bushes and Sarah's hand closed into a fist as she cautiously approached.
As she stepped closer, the black clouds overhead slid apart, allowing a shaft of moonlight to shine forth, and Sarah's jaw promptly dropped as her eyes settled on the sight before her. A slender, pale guy with sleek silver blonde hair stood there.
"Who're you!"
The slender figure jerked around in response, and Sarah caught the briefest glint of silver as strangely familiar eyes turned to look at her, though they were hooded with an expression of utter surprise. Sarah's eyes widened as they flickered quickly on his face, and rendered her speechless for a moment as she gawked in undisguised astonishment.
Her voice was feeble with unfaded shock when the words finally found form on her lips, "Are you Tom Felton?"