Growing Pains
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A/N: this is the beginning of the dumbest thing i've ever written for the harry potter fandom. it's a cookie from a fic i call Draco Demens. warning: this cookie is unedited! that means possible grammar and spelling mistakes!
Draco awoke from his deep slumber and found that he had changed.
He had heard many things from his father, his friends at school…professor Snape…about puberty and the various changes a boy his age went through when they reached their teens. Hair would grow where there was no hair before, voices would jump and drop octaves, muscles would be defined. And there were the dreams of course. Draco had waited a bit for it to happen, longer than all the other boys.
At sixteen he still hadn't sprouted so much as a single out of place hair. Not even an ingrown one. Well actually there had been that one on the right plane of his chest. He'd waited for more, but it was a fluke and that was it. It had been a wiry little thing, straw blond and hardly befitting someone of his elegance and status. He'd gotten annoyed and pulled the thing out and not seen another since.
He remained lank and wiry and short as ever, retaining his almost feminine physique. Even his voice still sounded as though he were but a wee sprog, which did him no favours when he would go about the business of throwing insults at anything that dared to breath in his presence. Mostly Harry Potter and his friends would just laugh and walk away as Draco squeaked at them like a mid-tantrum preschooler.
Of course it was all well and fine for Potter. He'd already had his growth spurts and nocturnal emissions and whatnot. He now towered over Draco, an easy 5' 10" to Draco's paltry 5' 4 1/8". His voice was deep. He had also sprouted copious amounts of hair on his chest as Draco noted in the locker room after Quidditch matches. He seemed to be coming along quite nicely in other areas as well.
Draco was never jealous per say…he didn't want to be a hairy man-ox like Potter. He didn't want to be smelly and spotty enough to rival even Eloise Midgen like Harry had become. But he wouldn't have minded being a bit taller, maybe a few chest hairs at least…some stubble. Anything to make him a bit more mature and more like his father and not quite so much the replica of his mother. He resented looking like a pre-pubescent girl.
His parents had taken him to many doctors but none of them had done any good. One had said he wasn't getting the proper nutrition and exercise, but no matter how many sit ups he did it was for naught. Another doctor had suggested that it was genetic. Needless to say Lucius wasn't thrilled and as far as Draco knew that particular physician was no longer practicing, or living for that matter. The elder Malfoy had tried some of his own home remedies such as ancient spells and potions. Or the Rack from the dungeons. Getting the boy liquored up hoping it would 'put some hair on his chest' had been pointless as had been threatening him, praying his hormones had a concept of fear. And hiring the boy a hooker (To make a man out of him Lucius had explained. Narcissa was not pleased. Which actually made having the whore around quite convenient he found) had been a disaster. None of it had done a damn thing. And now Draco's father spent most evenings pissed off his arse on port (or more recently graduated to vodka or scotch) blubbering about his son being a dwarf and a fairy and many other unflattering things.
But today…Draco had finally changed.
But funny, no one had told him that this was part of growing up…
A/N: does this sound interesting? is it something i should continue at some point? not that it matters because i already have written most of it (or this wouldn't exactly be a cookie would it?). anyway…yeah.