A/N: Juuuuuuust...... Hope you like it! I think Ron and Draco are the Best Slash Couples there could EVER be!! _-THeDoRKuLaToR-_
I do NOT own anything. Sadly. Ms. J.K Rowling, the genius behind the Harry Potter series owns it all. Because she is so cool with her writing and all. Jelousy overload!! I own NOTHING!! Except the story line! And the name --- =] _-THeDoRKuLaToR-_ (Proud Ravenclaw!!)
A Proposition For Collin Creevey
It is great being me. I mean seriously, a Malfoy! Everyone would kill to be a Malfoy but they all know they never will and if they do, they will never be good as a pure Malfoy. But no, no! I can't live my life in peace. He has to come along and ruin everything. With that bloody... EVERYTHING!! How I hate him, yet... how I love it how he has be spun in his web. He, not knowing of the game he has been playing. Unaware to the eyes that peer at him almost everyday, the torment that has nothing to do with fun. He knows not of the way he makes people feel, he knows not. And I hope I can control everything and keep it that way. But he, oh, he has a way about him.
'What do you want now, Malfoy?' He scowled at me with his firey eyes.
'Nothing that I don't have... besides, I doubt you have what I want. Hand-me-downs... pah!'
'Shove it, Malfoy. You wish you had everything I have! At least my family loves me. At least I can call my family a family!' He roared at me his eyes glistening and his fresh mint breath hitting my face.
'Oh yeah, that is great, Weasle. Hit me where it hurts, HA! Family at least my family has power and respect unlike those muggle loving fools.'
His eyes burned into my brain, his breath getting heavier and hotter. His hair seemed to stand on end. But he deserved it. He did hit me where it hurt. I wish my family loved me, so I will make him love me! He is so amazing looking like nothing I have seen before. He looked like a creature from a fairy tale, yet, everyone sees him all the time. But unlike me they don't appriciate his beauty. He was going to lunge at me, which would have been great, but that bloody Potter got in his way! No!
'Its not worth it, Ron. Let's go meet Hermione.' Potter held him back from his waist and shoulder, how I wished I was his friend, with privilages, and could hold his now fully fit body.
'Yeah, Weasle, be a tool and listen to the O Mighty Potter. Because, of course, he wouldn't want you to steal his lime light by 'fighting' THE Draco Malfoy. Hope you understand.' I walked away laughing at him, although I didn't mean it. Of course I didn't, I loved the kid.
'Attempt it.' Goyle mumbled to me on my bed soon after.
'Attempt what?' I scolded.
'Ask him out.'
'Are you mad!! I don't even know if he is gay or not.'
'He is.'
'And you know this how?'
'I saw him kiss some Hufflepuff guy.'
'Well, of course a Hufflepuff, he wants someone gentle.'
'Be gentle.'
'I am a Malfoy, I made his time here hell... I ruined my chances.'
'What if I can find out what he REALLY thinks about you.'
'What's the catch?'
'Nothing. Just trying to help out a friend.'
'Where is Crabbe on all this?'
'Well we all know he is just a mute idiot! No help whatso ever.'
'Aah, quite so.'
'Well then... ?'
'Very well. When will I get some information?'
'Tonight after dinner.'
'Excellent. Erm... thank you, Goyle.'
'No problem, sir.'
Later that day, I had classes all with Gryffindor. As usual, I did nothing but stare at him. He was just to entrasing.
'Harry, have you ever had the feeling someone was watching you?'
'Yes, all the time.' Potter's picture is taken by that annoying 4th year, Collin Creevey. I swear, he should have stayed petrefied.
'That was a great pose, Harry!' The stupid little git shouted with glee.
'What do you mean a 'great pose?? That was candid you little freak!' Ron roared.
'Hey, Ron. Calm down!' Potter put his hand on Ron. Who said he can touch him?
'If someone ever took a picture like that of me I'd kill 'em!' Ron finished.
'Ron, what is wrong with you this week? Heh, I would freak if it was yer period! Ha!' Potter joked with the lamest joke ever.
'I got to go.' With that, Ron got up and walked out the Great Hall. My heart seemed to shrink back.
I saw Goyle pull Creevey away and talk to him. He handed the little git something and he seemed to smile. He was just scared of a big Slytherin is all. Goyle wouldn't tell me what he had Creevey do, just that I would enjoy it greatly.
I do NOT own anything. Sadly. Ms. J.K Rowling, the genius behind the Harry Potter series owns it all. Because she is so cool with her writing and all. Jelousy overload!! I own NOTHING!! Except the story line! And the name --- =] _-THeDoRKuLaToR-_ (Proud Ravenclaw!!)
A Proposition For Collin Creevey
It is great being me. I mean seriously, a Malfoy! Everyone would kill to be a Malfoy but they all know they never will and if they do, they will never be good as a pure Malfoy. But no, no! I can't live my life in peace. He has to come along and ruin everything. With that bloody... EVERYTHING!! How I hate him, yet... how I love it how he has be spun in his web. He, not knowing of the game he has been playing. Unaware to the eyes that peer at him almost everyday, the torment that has nothing to do with fun. He knows not of the way he makes people feel, he knows not. And I hope I can control everything and keep it that way. But he, oh, he has a way about him.
'What do you want now, Malfoy?' He scowled at me with his firey eyes.
'Nothing that I don't have... besides, I doubt you have what I want. Hand-me-downs... pah!'
'Shove it, Malfoy. You wish you had everything I have! At least my family loves me. At least I can call my family a family!' He roared at me his eyes glistening and his fresh mint breath hitting my face.
'Oh yeah, that is great, Weasle. Hit me where it hurts, HA! Family at least my family has power and respect unlike those muggle loving fools.'
His eyes burned into my brain, his breath getting heavier and hotter. His hair seemed to stand on end. But he deserved it. He did hit me where it hurt. I wish my family loved me, so I will make him love me! He is so amazing looking like nothing I have seen before. He looked like a creature from a fairy tale, yet, everyone sees him all the time. But unlike me they don't appriciate his beauty. He was going to lunge at me, which would have been great, but that bloody Potter got in his way! No!
'Its not worth it, Ron. Let's go meet Hermione.' Potter held him back from his waist and shoulder, how I wished I was his friend, with privilages, and could hold his now fully fit body.
'Yeah, Weasle, be a tool and listen to the O Mighty Potter. Because, of course, he wouldn't want you to steal his lime light by 'fighting' THE Draco Malfoy. Hope you understand.' I walked away laughing at him, although I didn't mean it. Of course I didn't, I loved the kid.
'Attempt it.' Goyle mumbled to me on my bed soon after.
'Attempt what?' I scolded.
'Ask him out.'
'Are you mad!! I don't even know if he is gay or not.'
'He is.'
'And you know this how?'
'I saw him kiss some Hufflepuff guy.'
'Well, of course a Hufflepuff, he wants someone gentle.'
'Be gentle.'
'I am a Malfoy, I made his time here hell... I ruined my chances.'
'What if I can find out what he REALLY thinks about you.'
'What's the catch?'
'Nothing. Just trying to help out a friend.'
'Where is Crabbe on all this?'
'Well we all know he is just a mute idiot! No help whatso ever.'
'Aah, quite so.'
'Well then... ?'
'Very well. When will I get some information?'
'Tonight after dinner.'
'Excellent. Erm... thank you, Goyle.'
'No problem, sir.'
Later that day, I had classes all with Gryffindor. As usual, I did nothing but stare at him. He was just to entrasing.
'Harry, have you ever had the feeling someone was watching you?'
'Yes, all the time.' Potter's picture is taken by that annoying 4th year, Collin Creevey. I swear, he should have stayed petrefied.
'That was a great pose, Harry!' The stupid little git shouted with glee.
'What do you mean a 'great pose?? That was candid you little freak!' Ron roared.
'Hey, Ron. Calm down!' Potter put his hand on Ron. Who said he can touch him?
'If someone ever took a picture like that of me I'd kill 'em!' Ron finished.
'Ron, what is wrong with you this week? Heh, I would freak if it was yer period! Ha!' Potter joked with the lamest joke ever.
'I got to go.' With that, Ron got up and walked out the Great Hall. My heart seemed to shrink back.
I saw Goyle pull Creevey away and talk to him. He handed the little git something and he seemed to smile. He was just scared of a big Slytherin is all. Goyle wouldn't tell me what he had Creevey do, just that I would enjoy it greatly.