Adventures in Obvious FanFiction Plotlines 1:1
Going to sleep for the night, Malfoy stuck his face in his pillow and cried.
(wait, too OOC.)
Malfoy stuck his face in his pillow and grimaced.
(there, that's more like it.)
Why did he have to be such a freaking JERK all of the time? Yes, he knew that it was because of his upbringing and that he was bred to be a Death Eater, but something still struck a nerve about the way that he acted. Sure, it was funny as hell to call Granger a "Mudblood" and watch Ron get all red in the face, but there was something that just didn't seem right. He just couldn't put his finger on it though. Perhaps it had something to do with Potter...
(hmmm... a bit too obviously slashy)
Perhaps the look on Potter's face was what did him in... made him think that his upbringing was wrong. But why the hell would POTTER be able to get to him. Just because he was a big hero and all.
Malfoy gave up. There was no point in trying to figure out what was wrong with his life because there WAS nothing wrong, right? RIGHT? Then why did he feel he was living a lie?
(that wasn't a reference to slash or anything, would it be? OF COURSE FREAKING NOT.)
~~THE NEXT MORNING~~
(these separators just don't have the same punch anymore.)
Draco woke up to the sound of Crabbe and Goyle arguing about... something.
"Uh-uh, Draco would not approve."
"Why does it matter is he approves?"
"Because his father is Lucius, that's why!"
"Oh yeah..."
(what a pointless argument...)
He opened his eyes slowly trying to forget his highly disturbing dream that everyone who has read fanfiction for any amount of time already knows what it's about.
(wow, that was original)
He faced the same sight he did every morning. Green curtains on the bunk beds, dank castle dungeon, no sunlight to be seen. All in all, it was rather depressing. But of course, that is supposedly how the Slytherins liked it. Dank and Depressing. If that isn't stereotypical I don't know what is. Wait, yes I do.
He glanced in the direction of the arguement and was not surprised to realize
(realise? stupid British spellings I don't know whether to use them in stories about Brits)
...that his two "friends" hadn't even bothered to get out of bed. They had just woken up and started arguing. peachy.
(PEACHY!?!?!)
Draco yawned and stuck one foot out of bed. Crabbe and Goyle didn't even seem to notice. He walked right between them and out the door to take a shower before breakfast.
~~BREAKFAST~~
(again with the dividers!)
Malfoy was eating toast. Goyle was telling him an enthralling story about the time when he saw a snake. Okay, so it really wasn't very enthralling. Crabbe asked him a question.
"huh?" Malfoy asked distractedly.
"Are you going to eat that?" Crabbe pointed at Draco's toast that was half-eaten.
"No, of course not. I always eat exactly one half of a peice of toast and leave the rest for one of you two."
"You do?"
Malfoy sighed, put down his toast, and walked out of the Great Hall. Sarcasm just wasn't appreciated anymore. If only he had a friend who could appreciate sarcasm. He was so distracted by his thoughts of sarcasm that he slammed right into
(Guess who!)
...Harry Potter, who was coming down the staircase just as Draco was going up.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy." Harry said with a bit of a smirk.
"Right back at you, Potter," Malfoy growled, visibly shaken for once.
Potter frowned. "Seen a ghost, have we?"
(guess what Malfoy says, I dare you!)
"Yes." he said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, forgetting his previous experience with the ironic inflection for the moment. Harry stared at him for a few moments, then burst out laughing.
Malfoy was stunned.
(I wonder why.)
Could Harry have actually gotten his little joke? Why doesn't Draco have any friends? What the heck is going on?
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Going to sleep for the night, Malfoy stuck his face in his pillow and cried.
(wait, too OOC.)
Malfoy stuck his face in his pillow and grimaced.
(there, that's more like it.)
Why did he have to be such a freaking JERK all of the time? Yes, he knew that it was because of his upbringing and that he was bred to be a Death Eater, but something still struck a nerve about the way that he acted. Sure, it was funny as hell to call Granger a "Mudblood" and watch Ron get all red in the face, but there was something that just didn't seem right. He just couldn't put his finger on it though. Perhaps it had something to do with Potter...
(hmmm... a bit too obviously slashy)
Perhaps the look on Potter's face was what did him in... made him think that his upbringing was wrong. But why the hell would POTTER be able to get to him. Just because he was a big hero and all.
Malfoy gave up. There was no point in trying to figure out what was wrong with his life because there WAS nothing wrong, right? RIGHT? Then why did he feel he was living a lie?
(that wasn't a reference to slash or anything, would it be? OF COURSE FREAKING NOT.)
~~THE NEXT MORNING~~
(these separators just don't have the same punch anymore.)
Draco woke up to the sound of Crabbe and Goyle arguing about... something.
"Uh-uh, Draco would not approve."
"Why does it matter is he approves?"
"Because his father is Lucius, that's why!"
"Oh yeah..."
(what a pointless argument...)
He opened his eyes slowly trying to forget his highly disturbing dream that everyone who has read fanfiction for any amount of time already knows what it's about.
(wow, that was original)
He faced the same sight he did every morning. Green curtains on the bunk beds, dank castle dungeon, no sunlight to be seen. All in all, it was rather depressing. But of course, that is supposedly how the Slytherins liked it. Dank and Depressing. If that isn't stereotypical I don't know what is. Wait, yes I do.
He glanced in the direction of the arguement and was not surprised to realize
(realise? stupid British spellings I don't know whether to use them in stories about Brits)
...that his two "friends" hadn't even bothered to get out of bed. They had just woken up and started arguing. peachy.
(PEACHY!?!?!)
Draco yawned and stuck one foot out of bed. Crabbe and Goyle didn't even seem to notice. He walked right between them and out the door to take a shower before breakfast.
~~BREAKFAST~~
(again with the dividers!)
Malfoy was eating toast. Goyle was telling him an enthralling story about the time when he saw a snake. Okay, so it really wasn't very enthralling. Crabbe asked him a question.
"huh?" Malfoy asked distractedly.
"Are you going to eat that?" Crabbe pointed at Draco's toast that was half-eaten.
"No, of course not. I always eat exactly one half of a peice of toast and leave the rest for one of you two."
"You do?"
Malfoy sighed, put down his toast, and walked out of the Great Hall. Sarcasm just wasn't appreciated anymore. If only he had a friend who could appreciate sarcasm. He was so distracted by his thoughts of sarcasm that he slammed right into
(Guess who!)
...Harry Potter, who was coming down the staircase just as Draco was going up.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy." Harry said with a bit of a smirk.
"Right back at you, Potter," Malfoy growled, visibly shaken for once.
Potter frowned. "Seen a ghost, have we?"
(guess what Malfoy says, I dare you!)
"Yes." he said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, forgetting his previous experience with the ironic inflection for the moment. Harry stared at him for a few moments, then burst out laughing.
Malfoy was stunned.
(I wonder why.)
Could Harry have actually gotten his little joke? Why doesn't Draco have any friends? What the heck is going on?
(Tune in next time for Adventures in Obvious FanFiction Plotlines, with me, your hostess, AUDIG.)
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