Title: Valentine
Author name: Spidey / Spider Girl
Author email: spidergirluk@hotmail.com
Category: Slash Romance / Humour
Spoilers: CoS
Rating: G
Summary: Ever wonder, if just maybe, it wasn't Ginny that sent Harry that
singing valentine...? Harry/Draco.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Actually, in
this, I do use a few existing bits of dialogue from the book, since it's an existing
scene from a different perspective. But this poor lil' Brit owns bugger all :p
Author's Note: Umm... Just
a short (finished, one chapter) one from me :) It's not very good, but I got
this idea in my head, and then just *had* to write it. It's basically a Draco
POV of the the scene in CoS where Harry receives that singing valentine... But
with a twist ;) This is the least smutty thing I've written in over a year.
I'm rather shocked :p
I dedicate this fic to Essy and
Laura, for spending ages in my flat making accessories for my little Draco figure.
(especially that 'Draco in Love' outfit ::giggle:: Don't ask...) :p
Draco sat cross-legged on the comfort of his huge four-poster in the Slytherin
dorm, a piece of parchment and an expensive looking silvery-white quill on his
lap, the deep green velvet curtains pulled tightly closed around him. But he
wasn't alone.
A small dwarf with tiny little angel
wings stood next to him, his short stumpy arms folded, and a harp laid beside
him, waiting.
"And the last line, Master
Malfoy?" he asked, trying to mask his impatience.
"Wait a minute, dwarf."
Replied Draco shortly, "I have to get it just right..."
He brushed the end of his quill
against his pale cheek, looking thoughtful, and then scribbled a few words down
on the parchment (he'd omitted the special Malfoy-crested stationery for this
occasion), before frowning and promptly erasing them again with a simple charm.
The dwarf-made-cupid audibly sighed,
to be quickly quieted by a sharp gaze in Draco's silvery-gray eyes.
Draco returned to his quill and
parchment, and bit his lower lip with deep concentration, scribbling another
sentence. Then, his slightly-cruel looking lips curved into a half childish,
half unmistakably Slytherin smile, and he handed the parchment to the dwarf,
looking almost smug with pride at his work.
The dwarf glanced at it boredly,
and then swiftly disappeared at Draco's command. The young blonde Slytherin
lay back on his bed, still smiling, his hands behind his head. His tranquil
sense of triumph was soon rudely interrupted, however, by the unmistakable sound
of Crabbe and Goyle blundering into the dorm, and his heart thudded against
his chest, thanking Salazar that they hadn't come in a moment sooner...
* * *
Later that day, Draco watched silently
from around the corner as the Gryffindors made their way up to Charms, and smiled
secretly to himself, folding his arms as he saw the dwarf-cupid approach Harry.
How unsubtle the ugly little thing was being, thought Draco with irritation,
as it loudly called out - "Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!"
That was no way for a valentine
to be given. Draco was glad they spent so much time spying maliciously on Potter
anyway, otherwise Crabbe and Goyle (who stood right behind him) might begin
to wonder, and that would be the end of it all...
His distaste at the way the dwarf
conducted itself increased, as he saw the way the dwarf grabbed Harry and broke
his bag, forcing him to pick all the contents up from the floor. Draco smirked
slightly, however, being presented with a rather nice view of Harry's back-side
as he picked up the remaining pieces of his smashed ink bottle... Never really
noticed how nice that part of him was before, he mused appreciatively. Oh, I
have to get a little closer to this... It's just too good an opportunity to
miss...
If he was truthful to himself, he
liked picking on the cute blackboard-black haired Boy Who Lived just as much
as he liked stealing quick glances at his pretty face and his mesmerising toad-green
eyes. Besides, he looked even cuter when he was mad...
"What's going on here?"
he asked with a cold smirk, although he was obviously quite aware of what was
happening. This caused Harry to speed up the process of shoving everything back
into his bag. Draco flushed subtly with a quick spark of anger. How dare he
ignore him.
When Harry tried to run away, Draco
began to panic inside, thinking all his efforts might go to waste, but almost
audibly breathed a sigh of relief when the dwarf immobilised Harry. He tried
not to smile as the dwarf sang the short verse he'd written for Harry, grimacing
at the musical abilities of the creature, but pleased with his composition nonetheless.
'His eyes are as green as a fresh
pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord'
Draco turned his eyes to sneak a
look at Harry, but his already pale face turned a shade paler still as he saw
the expression on the other boy's face. Oh no, he thought, distraught
with humiliation, horror slowly dawning on him. He's beyond embarrassed, he
hates it...
Draco's state of panic worsened,
completely ignoring that stuffy ponce Percy Weasely's command as he shooed everyone
from the hallway, and he decided that he'd have to revert to his old tactic...
Yes, that was it, he thought, as he spotted a small book on the floor from where
Harry's bag had split - He'd have to retain his hostility, steal something from
him... Something to save face, make him feel better...
Stooping down to pick the book up,
with a cruel leer, he turned and showed it to his idiot henchmen, false triumph
in his eyes.
He looked at the book in his hands,
noticing with more interest than he should that it was a diary. Oh, what he'd
give to have a read of that... He stubbornly refused to give it back, vastly
enjoying taunting Harry, until his bubble was rudely burst by Idiot Weasley
the Prefect about to stop him, when the most shocking thing happened...
Harry actually lost his temper,
and summoned the diary right from Draco's grasp! Fuming, yet feeling a strange
admiration for Potter's outburst deep in the pit of his stomach, Draco stared
right into his eyes angrily.
Panicking that Harry might see a
little more than he was supposed to, as he thought he saw a spark of recognition
in his eyes (or it could have been his imagination), Draco's gaze hardened as
he saw his chance to ensure that he wasn't suspected regarding the Valentine
- Little Ginny Weasley was walking right past. Perfect.
He cruelly shouted at her from behind,
with the trademark cold dagger-sharp Malfoy voice, a wicked sneer curling his
lips.
"I don't think Potter liked
your Valentine much!" he said venomously, then turning, his hands in the
pockets of his robes, strolling away casually, and smiling to himself slowly.
No one would ever know...