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Without Rhyme

Draco Malfoy stalked down the hall towards his bedroom.

"This is absolutely outrageous!" He fumed aloud as he turned a corner. "I won't have any part of it." He reached his room and shut the door firmly but quietly.

Malfoys did not slam doors.

Moments after he stepped into his room, the door was reopened and shut again quietly, and Draco glared as Lucius Malfoy stepped inside his face a mask of icy fury.

"Do not think for one moment that the rules have changed Draco. You will not walk away from me when I am speaking to you."

Lucius brandished his cane threateningly loosening his wand in it's holster.

"If you persist in stepping out of line I will not hesitate to remind you of your proper place in that line. I am still Master of this estate and you will continue to do as I command you."

Draco sneered as he eyed his father's attire, specifically his shirt, a tight black T-shirt proclaiming him the "Champion Pokemon Master" of the Pokemon Card Game Championship of 1997.

"I need a partner for this years competition and you are it." Lucius continued.

Draco was understandably baffled. Up until approximately 1 hour and 15 minuets ago this entire situation had been unthinkable. He had certainly never imagined that his regal, dignified father would even be aware of the existence of this preposterous muggle travesty, let alone attempt (and it was an attempt because there was NO way Draco was actually going to comply) to force Draco to take part in some stupid muggle game.

He needed a way out. NOW preferably.

He looked around the room frantically searching for inspiration.

Lucius, having taken his son's silence for the inevitable concession it was, let the anger fade from his countenance.

"Now. You will be expected to wear the clothing the house elves set out for you and you will have our motto memorized before we arrive. I will also expect your hair to be styled similarly to my own for the occasion."

Lucius's hair was pulled tight into a pair of pony tails decorated with green and silver ribbons.

Now Draco was not opposed to a good frolic, nor was he a stranger to wearing his hair in pony tails. It paid to be fashionable after all and why settle for one long bushy tail when you could have two? But this...

The pony tails were Asymmetrical.

Draco hissed.

Lucius pulled his wand.

Draco glared harder.

Lucius pointed said wand at Draco's treasured collection of Beanie Baby ferrets.

"Avada Ked..." Lucius began.

"Alright! ALRIGHT!" Draco shrieked as he moved to quickly retrieve his (apparently not-so) secret pokemon card collection.

"Bloody styleless, murderous, bastard!" Draco hissed scathingly under his breath.

Under normal circumstances, Lucius would have never tolerated his son having such a bizarre defect. And he wouldn't for much longer. However it was humiliating enough for Draco that Lucius could be certain that the issue would never come to light. And really he'd be a fool to give up his trump card before the boy grew out of this rebellious stage. Not many parents were gifted with such a convenient tool for dealing with recalcitrant teenagers.

Lucius smirked smugly in triumph.

He glanced down at his Charizard card as he left the room.