Because of length problems, this is now chapter 8. Sorry for any inconvenience.
The day before Christmas Eve, Daniel was reading in the Library,
(as you do) when an arse sat on the edge of her chair. Looking up, she was greeted by a slightly red Draco. He could have been red because the library was quite probably the hottest room in the castle, or because he had just sat on the gilded corner of a book.
"Did you want something?" she queried politely, trying to stop herself laughing at the rising color in his cheeks.
"I wanted to ask you something." He said quite quickly.
"I'm not really interested Malfoy." She wasn't in the best of moods today. She had woken up to Pansy complaining loudly about a particularly awful period she had, which wasn't the best thing to listen to when the chest under her bed had been completely emptied the night before.
"Well," he continued quickly, grabbing her attention when she was half willing to listen "I was wondering if…"
"Daniel! Hey wait a minute! I need to ask to you something!" Zabini jogged over to her chair and shoved Draco out of the way. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"ZABINI! I was going to ask her!" Draco cried in a high pitched voice, alerting half of the library.
"Were you?" Daniel asked the ruffled blonde, who looked as if he was going to cry.
"Yes!" he whined, punching Zabini in the balls. While his best friend relocated his testicles, Draco grabbed Daniel's arm. "Will you go to the Ball with me?" he looked slightly crazy, with his hair all sticking up out of place.
"He did ask me first." She sympathised with Zabini, who was probably unable to procreate. He nodded understandingly, and limped off to find someone else.
"So you'll go with me?!" Draco whispered excitedly.
"Yeah alright then." She sighed. He gave a high pitched squeaky sound and threw his arms around her. "Ooof! Draco I can't breathe!"
He released her quickly.
"Sorry, sorry. Oh! Wait! What are you wearing?" he said, suddenly serious. "What colour?"
"I think it'll probably be some sort of black dress." She said confidently. She had nearly had a stroke when Severus had told her she needed a dress, but he offered to buy her one at the weekend. The mystery boyfriend would be helping, of course, because a 35-year-old guy in biker leathers buying a dress would be a rare sight around London. Not that two 35-year-old guys would be any better…
"Good. Because I'm wearing black."
"And it's so important that we don't clash." She murmured sarcastically, but Draco nodded seriously and spent about half an hour discussing accessories.
(This slightly fashion obsessed Draco Malfoy is leeching off Dee and Essy's idea of a crossdressing Draco, and if you haven't read their story, do it now! It's called Bunkbeds and it has it's own website.
ed at each other for a few seconds. "Um. Don't you think you'd better be going?" Severus hinted, while Alexander mouthed 'Piss off! We're going to shag!' behind his back.
"O.k. I'll leave you to each other." Daniel sighed, shutting the door behind her.
Sorry about the delay with this chapter. I've been quite sick lately. Mm. I miss coughing up the contents of my lungs…
As usual, this chapter was powered by not sleeping for 4 nights in a row, a jar of Nescafe Gold Blend, and Frank Sinatra. Other stimulants include Devil May Cry 2 (really good, get it), Rammstein, Hilgard's Introduction to Psychology, insomnia and appendicitis. I have a lovely big scar right down my side now. I asked if I could keep my appendix, and offered to provide both jam jar and formaldehyde, but they incinerated it.
Xanadan