LS7: Hey everyone. I don't know if anyone is still reading my Harry Potter fanfic but I hope for those of you who are, will forgive me for not finishing this up like I should. I will give you guys no excuses but hopefully you'll enjoy what's left of this fic.(Which is probably two or three more chapters.) Hopefully after this is done, I'll write more Drarry Fics^^
Chapter 8: Bored
Bored- Humor
I, Draco Lucious Malfoy am many things. Beautiful, amazing, dashing, very good looking and the list goes on and on. But one thing I am not, is happy. When Draco is happy, everyone is too. And vice-versa. Not you may wonder why is Draco not happy? He has a beautiful physique and lovely boyfriend who is the hero of the wizard world and his soul. The reason I'm not happy is because I'm bored.
Draco Malfoy is never bored!
I detest the word as much I detest when Harry and I have an argument and the bastard thinks it's funny to withhold the one thing I love beside him…
Chocolate… How dare he!
Anyway, the reason I'm bored is because I have nothing to do. Well I could go upstairs and bother Harry but he's asleep. Trust me when I say, Harry is an angel and I love the man dearly, but when you wake him up in the middle of nap-time…
I shudder at the thought. And I dare not wake him! I may like a challenge but an angry Harry is one I'm not willing to take. So with that checked off my list, I got up from the couch in the living room, and headed over to the kitchen and whip up something to snack on. After I make a peanut and jelly sandwich, (Not all muggle food is bad I suppose.) I sit in sheer boredom with one hand on the table and the other resting my blonde head, I sigh. At least when I was at Hogwarts, there was something to do. Maybe I'm going too far. Things with Harry aren't boring actually. I mean, we take long walks in the park, go out to dinner, stay at home and… do things… And-
"Draco? What are you doing?"
Where did Harry come from! I jumped from my place in the kitchen table and placed my hand on my heart. Although, Harry getting up from his little nap does wonders for his inner bad boy look. (I taught him that of course!) He was wearing a plain green sweater that seemed to big for him with tight black jeans that had that extra bag with his black hair all tussled. (Just the way I like it!) Now that my surprise face has switched to a more productive one, I answer his question.
"Well… I didn't want to wake you, seeing as you aren't particularly a noble and kind Gryffindor when you're awake, I decided to make myself a snack. And bask in my eternal glory. Care to join me Harry?" I just love to tease him so. How his lips go into this pouting form when embarrassed or angry.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you wanted to go for a walk, but since you're being your normal bastard self, I'll ask Ron!" The nerve! To think that he would clearly use the red head weasel to make me do something…
Hell yes I'll go!
Well… if you're going to moan and whine about it then fine, let's-"
"Thanks Dray, I'll be downstairs in about ten minutes." And he then kissed me on the lips and retreated to our upstairs bedroom.
I walked out of the Kitchen and sat on the living couch and chuckled to myself. Harry, what an amazing guy. Well at least I know one thing…
I'm not bored… When it comes to my Harry.