"Dear God, what is that!"
"Damnit, Draco, it's just a cat! You have seen a cat before, haven't you?" I asked the shocked boy standing next to me. We had finally gotten back into the house and were standing in the living room. I was about to take Draco back to my room, when he spotted, of all things, my cat. So here we were, blocking the television from my folks, and staring at my black kitty.
"I've seen a cat, but that's no cat!" Draco insisted, taking a wary step towards the cat.
"Now, I know he's a little big but-"
"Big! That thing is huge! What do you feed it? Was it's father a panther?" Draco asked me. A serious look remained on his face through out this. The boy is insane, I tell you. Sure, my cat is a little... big, but he's not huge! Okay, so he can beat up all the dogs in the nieghborhood! That doesn't make him a panther... Though, we never really found out who the father was.
I was now looking at the large black cat with the same curiosity as Draco. My step-father was getting extremely annoyed as he leaned out of his seat to see the television. Blinking, I brought myself out of the questioning and grabbed Draco's arm. He fought me a moment before accepting my hold. He pouted all the way down the hall and into my room. I removed my arm, ordered him to stay there, and went to grab the extra blankets from the hall. After laying them into a make-shift bed on the floor and sat down on my bed.
"What's that?" Draco asked, eyeing the blankets.
"That is your bed." I informed him. He looked at me like I had just commited murder. "You really don't expect me to let you sleep in my bed, do you?"
"Can't I sleep on the couch or something? Why the floor?" Draco asked, a stuck-up look appearing on his face. "A Malfoy does not sleep on the floor."
"From that remark, one can only assume you've never gone camping." I replied. "Besides, there is a first time for everything."
"I'm not sleeping there!"
"Damnit, Malfoy, I ain't got time for this!"
"Oh, that's proper English." Draco snickered. I wanted so badly to hit him. I know I have a temper, but never have I met anyone that made me want to beat the shit out of something this badly before.
"You will do well to remember I'm your kidnapper, Malfoy." I growled at him. "I can make you."
"No you can't."
For the second time that day I was on top of the boy. My anger had taken control, I saw red, and within seconds, I had the pale blonde pinned to the floor. I gripped his wrists fiercly, straddling him across the waist. His eyes were the size of saucers as he stared at me in shock. His mouth was open in a perfect little o. I slowly grinned. It wasn't a laughing grin, not even an angered grin. It was a manical grin.
"Your going to kill me, aren't you?" Draco whimpered. I let out a cruel laugh.
"No, worse."
"W-what?"
"I'm going to hold you down, just like this, until you fall asleep."
"No! Nnnnnooooo!!!" Squeeling, he jerked his body around, trying to get lose. I laughed harder than I had in months, watching his attempts to freedom.
"Aw, Draco, you truly are a comical sight."
"Shut up." He mumbled in defeat. And so there I sat, right on top of Draco Malfoy, pinning his arms above his head. I think an hour went by before I saw his first yawn. We didn't speak the entire time. He glared. Boy, did he glare. It was like watching a child glare at someone who just killed their puppy. Not that I've ever seen that... Or been involved in something of the sort... What?!?! I haven't... *cough*
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked me sleepily. I blinked and smiled sweetly.
"Murdering puppies and watching the owners cry."
"I knew I shouldn't of said anything." He stated. He struggled to fight back a yawn, but failed miserably. "Are you really gonna hold me here all night?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you getting tired?"
"No."
"But it's 4 in the bloody morning!"
"I dont' get tired."
"Why not?" Draco asked. He knew he shouldn't of asked the moment he said it, it showed on his face. I grinned widely.
"Oh, it's medicine." I told him. His eyes widened slightly. "At least that's what I blame it on. No... I suppose it could be the voices. Really, now, one would think they would go to bed after a party like that one."
"P-party?"
"Mhm." I replied, holding back a laugh due to the look on his face. "Sadly, I dont' think the Risperdal is working. It is suppose to get rid of things like that."
"Indeed."
"Still, i suppose if they feel the need to get high and talk about whether or not Malfoy's have blonde hair everywhere is none of my business." I said. "They can do whatever the hell they like."
"I-I see... Umm..." Draco was obviously unsure on what to say. And just to prove my little point, I shifted so I could hold both his arms with one hand, reached over and grabbed a couple of bottles from the desk. He watched, slightly alarmed, as I popped a few pills into my mouth and swallowed without any water.
Of course, little did he know, that most of those were vitamins. But, I figure, why tell him a petty little fact like that? So, there we were. Draco staring at me with those grey eyes. You know, a little thing I have to say, it's nice to finally meet someone with grey eyes. I thought I was the only person in the world with them. And here comes little Dracie. Anyway, what was I saying?
Oh, yes, there we were. And in came my mother. Now, my mom has been known to burst into my room at odd hours to ask me if I've brushed my teeth or not. I honestly should of expected her to show up at that moment. It was a given. She probably had a dream about razor blades chasing her and was comming to ask me whether I've shaved my underarms or not. Not that I hjave a problem with remembering to do that, mind you. So, in came my mother, seeing me and my kidnapped dragon in quite the position.
"JoAnna Rachelle Therese!" She yelped. Why does she always have to say the first name, middle name, and the baptismal name? What is it with parents? My short mother then proceeded to stomp into the room, slap me across my face and kick Draco in the ear.
"Ma! You hit me!" I shouted, releasing Draco's arms so I could cover my cheek.
"Damn right I did!" She replied. "How do you think God must feel right now? Seeing one of His children in such a manner?"
"Mom, we weren't doing anything." I told her. "I was forcing him to fall asleep."
"What?" She asked, still angry, but also confused. Draco nodded in agreement with me, holding his ear and blocking in case there was to be another attack.
"He refuse to sleep on the floor, so I was you know... making him..." I faded and stared at my mom. A series of emotions came across her face and then she finally laughed.
"Aw, yes. I've done that before!" She mused.
"I know, you are the one I got it from." I replied happily. She grinned deviously. "So, shouldn't you be going to bed, ma?"
"Of course!" She said. She gave a little wave and wandered out of my room with a thoughtful look on her face. As she shut the door I le out a huge sigh of relief.
"What is wrong with you people?" Draco asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Your mom is worried about you having sex, yet not kidnapping innocent boys!" Draco exclaimed.
"Oh, well... basically."
"There are so many things wong with this picture." Draco muttered. He let out a yawn. "Will you please get off me? I'll go to sleep, okay?"
"I kind of like it here."
"Get off, you nasty whore!" Draco attempted to push me off.
"Whore!?" I said, shocked. I slapped at him. "How dare you!"
"Geroff! Geroff!" His voice was slightly muffled from under his arms. I stopped hitting him and a yawn excaped my lips. I blinked, a little shocked.
"All right." I said softly, standing and falling onto my bed. Draco muttered something about deranged cows and psycho mothers before falling straight to sleep. I yawned again and clapped my hands, turning out the lights.
End Notes i dont' think this one was as funny as the others. oh, well. Oh, and Risperdal is owned by whatever medical company owns Risperdal, I dont' own it... unless you count the bottle of it on my dresser. hehe.
