A/N Just a little plot bunny that wouldn't get out of my head this afternoon. Set just after OotP Harry meets up with Draco and is no longer prepared to put up with his shit.


"So, scar-head," sneered Draco. "Now that the dark lord is back, you better watch yourself, you're likely next."

"Next winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile? Why thank you Malfoy, although I'm a little….. disturbed that you would notice something like that. Although you do have two rather large boys following you around all the time, so maybe it's not that surprising. Where are they, by the way? Did even they get sick of you?"

Malfoy started to go purple with rage at the perceived insult to his masculinity… and to his taste in partners.

"My lord is going to destroy you." He ground out

"Well, he's going to try, but we won't know the result until it happens. Besides, that will have to wait until after your father detaches his lips from Voldemort's half-blood arse. Oh, I forgot, he can't, he's in prison."

"It's your fault my father is there!" Malfoy screamed.

"Nope, it was his choice to follow Moldy-shorts. It's kind of funny how all those snobby pure-bloods can't wait to kiss the hem of a half blood. Old Tommy must have good laugh about it."

Turning an even brighter shade of purple, "My lord is a pure-blood!"

Harry laughed, further enraging the self-important pureblood. "Wrong! He was fathered by a muggle, Tom Riddle Sr. His mother, Merope Gaunt, was a pure blood, very pure in fact. Her family kept only marrying other inbred pure blood idiots for so long that she was as ugly as the south end of a north facing dragon and about as smart as the dung that came out of said orifice."

Malfoy was now vibrating with rage. "Stop that!"

"Or what, you'll make me? You don't have the balls." Jeered Harry.

"Yes I will, I'll kill you!" Screamed Malfoy, bringing his face close to Harrys.

"Now?"

"RIGHT NOW! What do you have to say about that smart-arse!" Roared Malfoy in Harry's face as he started to draw his wand.

"Two things. One, your breath-freshening charm isn't getting the job done. Two? Reducto!"

Draco looked down to see a white flash from the tip of Harry wand which was poking out of his sleeve pointed at his groin.

Malfoy whimpered in pain as he put his hands over the shattered remains of his wedding tackle and fell over.

Harry looked disdainfully "You forgot the law Malfoy, if you threaten me and pull your wand, that's all I need to legally retaliate. I'll ask for Madam Pomfrey to come help you after I call for the Aurors. Looks like you'll be the last of the Malfoys, because even if you had the balls for it before, you sure don't now."


Oh well, that's that one exorcised! I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me if you liked it and if not, why not.

Thanks

Marc.