Hey.
:looks guilty: Look, I know I haven't updated Ramblings for what, 2 months. 3 months. But, the people who were supposed to do the chapter haven't sent it. I just want to tell you that I don't think I'll be publishing anything, except maybe one shots for a while. I need time to truly develop a writing style and perhaps edit ROASDM. I would truly appreciate it though if you people would check out my lj: BlackAliss. (If it shows up as a space, that's supposed to be an underscore) I'll post what I'm doing there and tidbits from one-shots, I really need someone to talk to about writing! Please :begs:. Anyway, this is the last you'll hear of me for a while, I'm sorry. I just need…time.
Nia
' I have a problem. Oh no Monsieur, you are very gravely mistaken. I am not the person with the problem here' the blonde man said haughtily, the aristocratic nose very high in the air. 'It's simply ridiculous, having me under observation. Me. Draco Malfoy the III. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me'
He was lying down, his outer robes discarded lazily over a chair, on a psychologist's leather futon. His shirt was riding up slightly, a sight that many would have enjoyed, but one which Doctor Jameson (P.H.D. in Psychology) would much rather have avoided.
The doctor himself was sitting across from him had a hassled expression and tousled brown hair where the owner had run his hair through it in vague depression.
He had glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose and a clipboard where he was making observational notes, the closest one read: Ask Britney to order lunch from the Italian place. He could feel his stomach grumbling, why, oh why, had he agreed to interview Draco Malfoy? The boy had a dangerous reputation for god knew what, although having met him Jameson would have changed the wording slightly.
'Look Draco'
'Master Malfoy, if you please Mr. Jameson'
'very well Master Malfoy' Jameson said in frustration, 'But your mother, a very capable and talented- 'Don't you go making a pass at my mother' Draco threatened angrily. His eyes narrowed to slits at the doctor.
'I'm not' the Doctor said firmly, it was true that Narcissa Malfoy was an extremely beautiful women but, he simply could not have handled having this young man as his step son. 'Then, you are insane' concluded her son smugly.
'Master Malfoy, if we could get back on the subject, which happens, not to be, my sanity, but yours'
'Look Doctor, I am just fine. I'm in perfect physical shape, at the peak of my form, I'm brilliant, witty, sexy, thoughtful, kind, rich, and generally anything a woman desires' Draco said ticking them off on his hands, 'Really Mr. Jameson, I would be much more worried about you, is it true that you haven't been out on a date for three years?' He asked in disbelief.
Jameson gritted his teeth, it was only as a personal favor to Madame Malfoy that he had reluctantly agreed to doing a mental evaluation on her son. 'I think, Master Malfoy, that that is exactly the problem you are a Narcissist almost as large a one as Narcissus himself'
'What the bloody fuck are you talking about?' Draco asked in confusion, his pale brow wrinkled in genuine incomprehension. 'Whose this poor sod, Nardickus you driveling on about?' He asked.
'Narcissus' corrected the Doctor, 'Was a Prince' 'Do go on' said Draco settling back lazily into the examination chair with a slight smirk gracing his features.
'He was undeniably a handsome man and women swooned when he greeted them'
'Uh huh' said Draco, absentmindedly buffing up his nails with the doctors paperweight.
'He was so enchanted with the sound of his own voice that he used to talk all the time just to hear his own voice'
'Idiot' remarked Draco, 'He'd get clergyman's throat that way. Nothing worse for the vocal chords'
'One day he was passing by a pond when he happened to catch sight of his own face in the river. So he thought'
'So he thought, who's this devilishly handsome bloke in front of me that looks exactly like Draco Malfoy and he died of jealousy' Draco theorized speculatively.
'No. In fact, he was so taken with his own reflection that he stayed by the pool his entire life staring at himself until he wasted away'
'Ah, not one of our normal happy fairy tale princes then?'
'No indeed, but that is where the term Narcissist, or Narcissism comes from, it is the term for a person who is dangerously obsessed with themselves to the point that they shove all thoughts of everybody else out of their minds'
'And this is wrong why precisesly?'
'Don't laugh this off Master Malfoy. It is a diagnosable disease and you have it, along with a slight case of paranoia and a strong superiority complex'
'Wow, these galleons are really just adding up, how much would it take for you to give me a clean bill of health?' Draco asked suggestively jangling the galleons in his pocket.
'Master Malfoy!' Jameson was shocked. 'Ah well, I had thought that all men would have their price, but not you apparently'
'Certainly not' said the Doctor affronted. 'Well, what do you want me to do?' Draco drawled lazily.
'I want you to start thinking about others for a change. I want you, upon returning to your job at the Ministry, to ask the first woman you see, who is not romantically entangled to go on a date. It is a wonderful chance to practice your social skills'
'What?' Draco asked incredulously sitting up quickly. 'I hope you realize that that is an impossible request Doctor, I need to marry a beautiful pureblood witch so that I can'
'Make lots of little Draco Malfoys?' The doctor asked dryily, 'I have already spoken to your mother and she seemed quite taken with the idea'
'Damn' Draco said amused, 'Well the fates are against me, very well then Doctor, you have your way. Too da loo' He saluted the doctor and strode out, ask the first girl he saw out. Hell no.
Didn't Eloise Midgen work at the Ministry?
TBC...
