Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: This one's actually sort of funny. Poor Draco. And if you're wondering about the whining… that's very much in character. Remember the hippogriff? "I'm dying! I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!" He's just so cute though! *pinches Draco's cheeks* So go read it!
Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of wet dreams? And erections at the breakfast table. Even if Draco can't admit it, apparently his body can!
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.
Draco showed up for breakfast the next morning feeling absolutely miserable. He hadn't gotten to test his potion, he'd been left to ground the rest of Potter's damnable stink bugs, he'd been forced to clean up the classroom by himself, and to top it all off he'd had a wet dream. About Potter, of all people, fucking him senseless on Snape's desk during Potion's class and the fact that Snape had been critiquing Potter's technique the whole time while the class took notes didn't make Draco feel any better. He hated his life.
"I hate my life." He announced, sprawling into his chair between Greg and Pansy. He pushed his plate away to let his forehead rest on the table in front of him and slouched down as far as he could go. Crabbe, who was sitting across from him, exchanged worried looks with Pansy. Draco never slouched; years of etiquette lessons drilled into his head and Narcissa's sharp scolding lectures had made sure of that. Still, Draco thought he deserved the right to slouch after such a horrible sequence of events.
Pansy rubbed his back soothingly in an attempt to make him feel better. "Are you feeling sick? Perhaps you should visit Madame Pomfrey."
"No, no. I just need to jump off the Astronomy Tower to put myself out of my misery. Or maybe an Oblivate would do the job." He mused, not moving even when breakfast appeared on the plate right next to his head.
"Surely it isn't that bad?" Draco almost conceded just to make her stop badgering him, but the memory of waking up in the wet spot was enough to make him disagree.
"No. It's worse."
Pansy rolled her eyes at his dramatics, prodding him into sitting up with a few sharp jabs of her fingers. "Eat something. Maybe you'll feel a bit better." Draco glanced at his breakfast dubiously, but a quelling glance from Pansy was enough to make him take a few half hearted bites. "So what exactly has driven you to such depths of despair?"
"Don't mock me, Pansy." He said sulkily, moving his eggs around with his fork. "And it's none of your business."
"Then stop pouting."
"I am not pouting." Draco lied, immediately withdrawing his lower lip which had been pursed forward in a cupid bow pout.
She laughed at him, which just annoyed him even more. "Of course you weren't."
He cast her a sharp glance and resolved to ignore her, managing to choke down another two bites. She turned to converse with Blaise's girlfriend, chatting about some girly thing or another that would have bored Draco to tears if he'd bothered to listen. Conversation buzzed around him, but no one tried to include him after a glimpse of the dark expression on his face. Draco took a long sip of his pumpkin juice and succumbed to the temptation to glance at Potter across the hall. The Gryffindor was positively beaming, a shit eating grin spread across his face and his eyes sparkling behind those ugly glasses of his. His hair was more of a tousled mess than usual, but somehow it just managed to add to his natural charm. Potter's cheerful happiness was an almost tangible thing. It had infected his fellow Gryffindors and the table was even louder than usual with laughter and chatter.
Draco wanted to strangle them all with their ugly Gryffindor scarves.
He buttered his toast while meditating on methods of exterminating Gryffindors and one Mr. Harold James Potter in particular. Draco found the thought of slathering him in honey and sticking him on a giant ant hill particularly cruel and interesting, but then he got sidetracked at the thought of Potter slathered in honey and really, he was only human.
This was bloody wonderful; he now had to contend with an erection at the breakfast table. It was just his luck, these things always had to happen to him. It wasn't fair. Lady Luck was pissing on him again, simply for entertainment, he knew it. Potter laughed and the merry, ringing sound didn't do him his control any favors. Just when he was about to give up and spend the rest of the day huddled in bed feigning sickness, (and possibly wanking himself blind) Dumbledore stood up.
"I would like to make an announcement." Draco arched one eyebrow and bit into his toast, wishing he could just go back to bed before the bitch that was Lady Luck struck again. "I would like to appoint one hundred points to Mr. Malfoy for capturing a criminal in animagus form by the name of Peter Pettigrew." Draco choked on his toast and Greg slapped his back helpfully. Coughing, he turned to see the Headmaster watching him with twinkling eyes. "And I would like to give Mr. Harry Potter one hundred points for his quick thinking in bringing the matter to my attention. Mr. Malfoy will be receiving a reward of two hundred galleons, which will be deposited directly into his Gringotts account, from the Ministry of Magic, for Peter Pettigrew's capture. Sirius Black, long thought to be the murderer of the Potters, is having his name cleared as we speak."
At the gasps that sounded throughout the Great Hall, Dumbledore went on to explain the situation in great detail, but Draco was only concerned with one thing. Two hundred galleons? It was definitely enough money to make the next summer a comfortable one. He might not even have to work at all as long as he managed to invent a potion or two by then. The reward coupled with royalties would be enough to help him live comfortably for a few years.
Grinning, he glanced back at the Headmaster who was still twittering on about Sirius Black before glancing over towards Potter again. The Boy Who Lived was already looking right at him and smiling brilliantly in a way that seemed just for Draco. Seeing Potter looking at him so intensely managed to give Draco a little jolt and he bit his lip as he lost all control of his body below his waist. Potter's smiles should have been made illegal.
But he couldn't deny his day was looking brighter.
To be Continued
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