Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: Fairly short. Sort of an interlude actually.
Warnings for this chapter: Draco acts like a smug git, but oh wait! Nothing out of there ordinary there. Move along. ^_^
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
The Quicksilver agent was a mild mannered man with wispy brown hair and thick spectacles. Despite his unassuming looks, he was completely professional and obviously intelligent, running Draco through his paces and marking down the results on a small book with his quill. Barry Appleburr, the leading Quicksilver specialist, had brought a testing broom with him for the session as well as a cornucopia of odd devices that he fiddled with occasionally. He instructed Draco do to a variety of things, watching the maneuvers with a hawk's eye. Draco demonstrated his grip, flying technique, several rolls, a few feints and a load of other drills, some common and others more unique. Pretty soon he was automatically doing what the agent said as his brain had shut off from sheer boredom.
He had tried to get a glimpse of the book earlier to see what it said and if any of the comments were complimentary, but Appleburr's written remarks were largely made up of complicated symbols. At any rate, after three hours Draco's enthusiasm had been sharply curbed and he was more than happy just to escape the man's clutches. Snape escorted him back to Hogwarts, since it wasn't an official Hogsmeade weekend, and Appleburr made his way back to the Quicksilver workshop where they would craft Draco's new broom. The very thought was exciting of course, but the Seeker forced the bubbling enthusiasm down in front of Snape's cool amusement. He hated being laughed at.
Draco sauntered, almost strutted really, into the Great Hall just in time for lunch, smirking smugly at Chang who, in the face of his overwhelming confidence, started to look worried. Oh yes, she'd be eating Bludger by the time the Slytherin team got through with her. "How'd it go, Drake?"
"Don't call me that Baddock!" Draco snapped, in perfect time with Greg who turned to land a solid punch to the other boy's arm. After all, as his supposed goons, Goyle and Crabbe weren't just for show.
"Okay ouch. Someone's in a mood."
"It's your own fault. You know I hate nicknames."
"Well, I do now." Baddock rubbed at his sore arm and shot Goyle a hard look before turning back to the Slytherin prefect. "So, you gonna tell us the big secret? We're all wondering why Snape escorted you off school grounds."
Draco smirked smugly and took his seat near the head of the table, flanked on one side by Crabbe and Pansy on the other. "It wouldn't be a secret if I told you, now would it? Don't worry, it's going to be a good surprise." Pansy rolled her eyes at Draco's melodramatics, but didn't tease him about it beyond that. Draco shot a satisfied look at the Head girl. "Well, for Slytherin House anyway. Pass me the potatoes, if you would."
To be Continued
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