Disclaimer: Not my characters, only playing with them.
Not beta'd so please excuse the mistakes.
This was originally written for potterplace drabble night, my prompt was Lucius/Draco and xBox. Can you tell my boys play way to much Call of Duty. ~lol~
The Chosen One
His whispered Avada Kedavra was doing nothing to kill the little men running around on the telly-thing in Draco's room.
Draco had called the game CoD explaining that he shot at strangers in 'real-time' with Muggle weapons and scored points for each kill. His son spent hours on the device—yelling obscenities.
It was all Potter's fault. His son was turning Muggle since he had shacked up with that damn abomination.
Now if Lucius could only find the name he was looking for …
Yes! There —The Chosen One.
Hours later Draco found him, disheveled and swearing, and completely obsessed.