Crowns

By: epiphanies

A very one-short short that I just felt the need to do. The characters aren't great, the writing isn't great, but I had writer's block and yet felt the urge to write this little doodad. So, here you go! (My other D/P fics are much better.)

Dedicated to the late John Ritter. :'(



Draco Malfoy was humming under his breath. Pansy looked up at him from her rock-hard chair in the Slytherin Common Room.

"Bloody hell," she whispered, slamming down her quill, "You're doing it! You're getting it!"

Draco held up a finger as he finished his tune, and then smirked triumphantly.

"No, I DID get it."

"Yes!" Pansy exclaimed gleefully, then glanced around the common room when she realized that others were listening. She lowered her voice to her excited whisper.

"Oh, this is going down in Hogwarts history!"

"It had better," Draco blinked down at the words written on the parchment on the desk in front of him.

"So," Pansy snatched the parchment from him with black fingernails and scanned it, "We've got the tune, so we can practise and distribute later, right?"

"Where nobody can hear us," added Draco, and a corner of her mouth twitched in amusement. This was going to be the best trick ever pulled.

"What about badges?" he said suddenly, and her ears appeared to perk and her eyes lit up like Halloween lanterns.

"Badges!" she hissed excitedly, "Badges, Draco, that's brilliant! Shall they be round-"

"No, shaped like crowns-"

"Crowns! Excellent! And big-"

"And shiny!"

"Yes!" Pansy laughed a laugh that was filled with mirth, "Oh, this is going to-"

"Go down in history, yes, we said that already," Draco held back a grin, "But who cares about history! Can you wait to see the look on their faces!?"

"On his face!" Pansy relished. Draco quirked an eyebrow and they exchanged a look.





Later, Pansy was standing in front of a large group of Slytherins, handing out pieces of parchment identical to the one she and Draco had be mulling over in the common room.

Grins spread across every face as they read.

"You in?"

"We're in!" they chorused, and Draco's lip twitched.

"Ok, guys, so there is a tune to it," Pansy began to explain, and Draco watched as his fellow Slytherins learned the tune he'd hummed earlier.

An hour later, everybody all practised up, they left to go to bed.

"See you all at the match tomorrow!" called Pansy, waving an extravagant hand to the ant-hill of Slytherins.

"Who's our King?" shouted Draco right before he slammed his dormitory door shut. He could hear everybody belt out one last jolly chorus as his eyes fluttered into slumber. He smiled.

Tomorrow would be wonderful.





La Fin