Fine Line
by ninfamaniac (on FFN) / -ninfa (on LJ)
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.
Summary: 'Love' and 'hate' are both four letter words with a fine line drawn between them.
Categories: Romance
Notes: My first go at a H/D! Set in OotP as an unwritten moment. Dialogue begins with Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Slash and language.
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"Ten points from Gryffindor."
"What? Why did you take points from us, Malfoy? We weren't doing anything!"
"Five more for questioning a member of the Inquisitorial Squad."
"You're taking this too far, Malfoy."
"I don't like the tone you're using. Shall I dock more?"
"Ron, Hermione, go to class. Tell Hagrid I'll be a few minutes late due to a blonde rodent."
"That's right, scurry along, Weasel and Mudblo-"
"How dare you call my friends that!"
"Now, now, Potter. You can remove your wand from my throat at any time. We wouldn't want the Honorable Headmistress Umbridge to see you, would we?"
"Fine, Malfoy."
"Address me as Mister Malfoy, Potter. I am your superior."
"How could an ignorant, egotistical, bigoted ferret be my superior?"
"It kills you that I've got more power than you, doesn't it?"
"It kills you that you've never won a Quidditch game against me, doesn't it?"
"You'll never play Quidditch again, Potter. Umbridge has seen to that."
"As soon as that toad of a woman has left Hogwarts and Dumbledore has returned, you'll never see sunlight but from between the bars of your cell in Azkaban."
"Dumbledore send a Malfoy to Azkaban? He doesn't have the power."
"The problem with you, Malfoy, is that you always think money is power."
"When isn't it?"
"You'll see, Malfoy."
"Ooh, threatening me, are you? Another ten points from the sad, pathetic house that is Gryffindor."
"You really think these House Points matter to me?"
"They do. I see it in your eyes, scarhead."
"Real original insult. I guess you don't have your lackeys to feed you lines now."
"Those heaps of mass? Why would I need them?"
"To protect you from those with more talent?"
"What would you know about talent, Potter, when you get by on sheer dumb luck?"
"At least I get by without my dearest daddy paying for everything."
"At least my father is alive."
"My father was killed because of---"
"---"
"---"
"Why did you kiss me, Potter?"
"I kissed you? You kissed me!
"Why the fuck would a pureblood kiss that dirty mouth?"
"Maybe you should ask yourself that, considering you're the one who kissed me."
"Your tongue wasn't telling me that you objected a few seconds ago, Potter."
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