Today I saw a Remus/Ginny pairing. El disgusto.
Anyways, 'tis my first fic on my new account. Left the fiction world for about 5-6 months. Started a new account, with new ideas on new subjects. New, new, new. )
Except me. I'm not a newbie. My 2nd yaoi anniversary is this month, too. ) I'm so awesome.
Ha, must defend my loyal yaoi pride.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN IT!! I'M ACTUALLY JK ROWLING IN DISGUISE!!! GO AHEAD, SUE ME, BITCHES!! MWAHAHAHA! Just kidding. If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be writign the new HP book where there would be 5 pages of spanking in every chapter. Please don't sue me. I spent all my money on hair dye.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, etc etc.
(Draco's POV)
People are stupid. More than stupid, even. They are mindless twits with the attention span of a fruitcake.
Speaking of fruit, that's exactly what this is all about,
The goons think I have a crush on the worst person possible. Ever.
Guess.
NO, not my MOTHER, you sick fuck!
If you can't guess, then you don't deserve to know, for you are a moronic little toad.
Bloody hell, I'm off topic, aren't I?
You see, the two massive lunks, also known as Crabbe and Goyle, approached me today. (While I was quietly enjoying my book, I might add) What first perturbed me was that their usual vacant stares were replaced with STERN, vacant stares. And yes, I know that it is physically impossible, but so is magic. So, fuck off.
Anyways, back to the story.
"Draco...duhhh...I think we...duhh," Drool, drool. "Should uhh... talk."
Ok, so maybe he didn't sound that incredibly dull, but I'm trying to paint a picture here. Anyways, I know that's how you like your minions to evil, sexy blondes. Dumb and dumber. (Oh, god. I heard that from a mudblood talking about a muggle movie. I can't believe I just used a muggle catchphrase. I feel dirty.)
"What is it? Can't you see I'm trying to read?"
"Well, me and Goyle have been talking about it...and it seems like you have some things to face. To just come out and say it...Harry Potter is becoming more and more of a target for you. I mean even YOU treat people better than you treat him. Maybe...there's something there?"
Shock.
Horror.
Disgust.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL?!"
I should have stayed in the closet with that orange sweater mother sent me. Metaphorically speaking.
"Just because, I like boys, doesn't mean I fancy- OH GOD! THE IMAGES! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT EFFING STOP!"
So, now I'm sitting in the closet. Next to the horrible citrus colored clothing. Listening to the buffoons trying to coax me out to point out their reasoning.
"Well, we'll be here when you wanna talk."
It's that damn muggle show. Ever since Boyle's mum sent him that little picture flashing box (because she saw it at a junk sale and thought it was "cute") all they do is watch that bloody show. Boprah or something. Retarded self-help shows. Retarded Crabbe and Goyle. Retarded Potter.
I do NOT like him.
Yes, short, I know. Just 'til I kick things off, though.
Sorry if there's any errors in grammar, spelling, etc. I hafta do this on notepad so no spellcheck and plus I'm not exactly a beta. D
Second chapter should be up within a week.
review whoring section
Reviews are answered in actual reviews done by myself. ) Please be so kind to put in your response to the chapter. I tend to check out my reviewers' bios and stories and review them. Think of it as an incentive for more reviews for your stories.)
More reviews means more chapters up soon P
-junkie...with love.
Anyways, 'tis my first fic on my new account. Left the fiction world for about 5-6 months. Started a new account, with new ideas on new subjects. New, new, new. )
Except me. I'm not a newbie. My 2nd yaoi anniversary is this month, too. ) I'm so awesome.
Ha, must defend my loyal yaoi pride.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN IT!! I'M ACTUALLY JK ROWLING IN DISGUISE!!! GO AHEAD, SUE ME, BITCHES!! MWAHAHAHA! Just kidding. If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be writign the new HP book where there would be 5 pages of spanking in every chapter. Please don't sue me. I spent all my money on hair dye.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, etc etc.
(Draco's POV)
People are stupid. More than stupid, even. They are mindless twits with the attention span of a fruitcake.
Speaking of fruit, that's exactly what this is all about,
The goons think I have a crush on the worst person possible. Ever.
Guess.
NO, not my MOTHER, you sick fuck!
If you can't guess, then you don't deserve to know, for you are a moronic little toad.
Bloody hell, I'm off topic, aren't I?
You see, the two massive lunks, also known as Crabbe and Goyle, approached me today. (While I was quietly enjoying my book, I might add) What first perturbed me was that their usual vacant stares were replaced with STERN, vacant stares. And yes, I know that it is physically impossible, but so is magic. So, fuck off.
Anyways, back to the story.
"Draco...duhhh...I think we...duhh," Drool, drool. "Should uhh... talk."
Ok, so maybe he didn't sound that incredibly dull, but I'm trying to paint a picture here. Anyways, I know that's how you like your minions to evil, sexy blondes. Dumb and dumber. (Oh, god. I heard that from a mudblood talking about a muggle movie. I can't believe I just used a muggle catchphrase. I feel dirty.)
"What is it? Can't you see I'm trying to read?"
"Well, me and Goyle have been talking about it...and it seems like you have some things to face. To just come out and say it...Harry Potter is becoming more and more of a target for you. I mean even YOU treat people better than you treat him. Maybe...there's something there?"
Shock.
Horror.
Disgust.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL?!"
I should have stayed in the closet with that orange sweater mother sent me. Metaphorically speaking.
"Just because, I like boys, doesn't mean I fancy- OH GOD! THE IMAGES! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT EFFING STOP!"
So, now I'm sitting in the closet. Next to the horrible citrus colored clothing. Listening to the buffoons trying to coax me out to point out their reasoning.
"Well, we'll be here when you wanna talk."
It's that damn muggle show. Ever since Boyle's mum sent him that little picture flashing box (because she saw it at a junk sale and thought it was "cute") all they do is watch that bloody show. Boprah or something. Retarded self-help shows. Retarded Crabbe and Goyle. Retarded Potter.
I do NOT like him.
Yes, short, I know. Just 'til I kick things off, though.
Sorry if there's any errors in grammar, spelling, etc. I hafta do this on notepad so no spellcheck and plus I'm not exactly a beta. D
Second chapter should be up within a week.
review whoring section
Reviews are answered in actual reviews done by myself. ) Please be so kind to put in your response to the chapter. I tend to check out my reviewers' bios and stories and review them. Think of it as an incentive for more reviews for your stories.)
More reviews means more chapters up soon P
-junkie...with love.