A sleepy eyed Griffindoor awoke form his sleep to the frantic cleaning of a
woman obsessed. He would have bet every cent he owned that no Malfoy knew
the meaning of the word 'cleaning'. They were very clean. Do doubts there.
But the idea that they were the cause of this perpetual cleanliness never
crossed his mind. Cleaning was a house elves job if ever there was one.
With a mixture of perplexity and fear he had to ask her what she was doing. He had the vague impression that this was another weird girl thing he should know about.
She turned startled by his sudden wakefulness for but a moment and then resumed her incessant tidying.
"What does it look like Scarhead? I'm cleaning up your horrible mess! Instead of complaining you should get off your fat arse and help!"
The now utterly confused brunet watched as the Veela continued to realign all of her belongings. Harry was at a loss as to how this was his mess. How this constituted a mess at all was a wonder. He slowly lifted himself into a sitting position and watched with fascination.
Draco had come to a decision. That decision was that she didn't know what to do. Everything was wrong. Messy. Horribly aligned. She had no idea how to fix her emotional equilibrium, but she would start with her furniture. Every book on the shelf needed to be restacked so they went from largest to smallest. But then they looked too comical. It almost made her shelves look uneven. She removed them again and split the shelves into groups to try another pattern. Then another.
It was simple really. Step one: Align room. Step Two: Align life. Surely once everything was neat and in its place she would be able to think again. Yes. That was what was needed. But her goddamned books refused to look non- comical and neat at the same time! Ripping the smallest and most obviously out of place book from the shelf she threw it across the room with a frustrated scream. The shelf suddenly looked much better. Weather this was because that abnormally small book was gone or because she had vented she wasn't sure. But it certainly helped.
Across the room Harry watched in slight confusion. What was this madness? He lifted the book from his bed were it landed not a foot from his side and inspected it. 'Simple Arithmetic Equations' was the title. Why would she throw it across the room? He thought perhaps she was having trouble with her homework, but then realised classes had not started. Upon closer inspection he found the book to be in perfect condition.
"Draco? What's wrong with you equation book?"
It was a half mumbled question. Still gripped with the after affects of sleep as he inspected the book to see if it held the answers to the blonds insanity. Girls were so strange sometimes. The blond whirled around and stormed over to snatch the book back from his hands. Sending him a hate filled glare she hissed out,
"What do you think your doing? Don't touch my things!"
She then proceeded to storm back off to the book shelf. Harry considered arguing that she had thrown it at him so he was at to blame. But his limited experiences with girls so far had thought him that such an action would most likely backfire. Best to apologise and exit the room as soon as possible. Muttering a quite 'sorry' he fumbled to the bathroom and started his shower. He sincerely hoped he would not spend the year treading on eggshells because of her temper. She had such a strange and polar personality.
Draco spent a good 5 minutes searching for a place for the little book that would not disrupt her symmetrical composition. And settled finally on a draw. She couldn't help but wonder who decided to make that book so stupidly small. No doubt some completely inconsiderate moron. A fool without a bookshelf. Possibly some sick and perverted publisher purposefully setting out to destroy order. The enemy of all that is symmetrical and good.
Once she had the room perfect, her bed creaseless and her skirt smoothed so that every pleat was the exact same (2.5') width, she stood in the centre of the room waiting. This was clearly a horrible plan. Step two would need to be revised. Possibly removed. It involved a level of self assessment she feared.
The master problem as she saw it was Harry Potter. The bane of her existence. All possible reasons for keeping Boy Wonders secret were indigestible. She was simply not a nice person. She did not care about him, and she was not being charitable. But that left very few options as to why she would do it. Snape had asked her, but from his initial reaction to her gender change, Snape clearly wanted the boy locked up. So that was not a passable excuse. And despite the many reasons to walk outside and announce who she was to the world. . . she didn't want to.
Which meant she wanted to protect him.
It was clear what she would have to do. Find another man. Cut this sick dependence on Potter before she got. . . attached. A shudder ran through her body. What a simply horrid thought.
Walking out of the bathroom in his school robes Harry was relieved to find the cleaning whirlwind was over. And while all the comforting mess had been destroyed by the storm, he was sure he could easily re-mess it some time later. He escorted his blond charge down the corridors to their first class.
By the end of the day Harry had noticed a pattern. Malfoy was most definitely flirting. Flirting with everyone! A serge of red hot anger swam through his veins with every swat of her eyelashes, every over emphasised swing of her hips and every soft and uncalled for giggle. Every boys eyes were glued to her chest. Every male mouth was watering. Professor Flitwick stuttered through charms like a first year. He had abandoned his platform of books to instead stand on the floor. Harry was certain it was because this placed the little professor at just the right hight for looking under the desks. Specifically for looking at the milky white legs of one Miss Cory Malfoy.
Draco was acting strange. She was treating him like a servant. A body guard. She told him to follow her while she wondered off to an out of the way corridor with Terry Boot. For the first time in his life Harry found himself praying that Malfoy planned on killing a fellow student. Torture, pain and even death. All were better then allowing that snivelling runt to touch her.
When they reached a corner Harry was instructed to stay around the bend and keep an eye out while she wondered away with an overly excited Mr. Boot. This was it. She would prove to herself and to Potter that he was nothing special. Potter was just one of the many. That was all. Looking into Terry's face she had to fight off the urge to gag. What a horrible specimen of the male population! His lage nose and thin lips only overshadowed by his beady little eyes and mouse brown freckles which completely covered his rounded little head.
The fact was close inspection all day proved the male population of Hogwarts was severely lacking in the looks department. Blaise was gorgeous. . . and busy staring at Harry's arse. Harry was the second best looking, but that would defeat her purpose. Ron had drooled all day, but his red hair was just too much. Not to mention when she did consider him an option for all of 5 second the Mudblood had latched on like a leach and actually hissed in her direction. The carrot patch was called for and the farmer wasn't about to share. Terry was the lesser of many evils. The least ugly of a pack of extremely ugly boys. He was, at least, without Justin's enormous forehead, Crabbe or Goyles considerable girth, Seamus' indecipherable speech and Deans war on the horrible pimple monster. The list went on.
Brought back to the present by slobbering kiss to her neck she shuddered and steeled herself for the inevitable. This was necessary. This was needed. And closing her eyes to pretend it was Potter did not prove anything. Really! It didn't.
Harry, meanwhile, was pacing like a caged tiger. He could not understand why she was doing this. Surely he was better looking then Boot! Ginny thought he was prince charming and even Collin would leap to agree. Cho must have thought he was at least all right looking. He knew he wasn't ugly!
A noise from Boot and Harry couldn't take it any more. He turned and raced around the corner to see Draco leaning totally unresponsive with her back to the wall. Her eyes closed with a look of disinterest and slight disgust while Terry sucked on her neck. Suddenly he was ripped backwards by a furious body guard and pushed down the other hall. Harry shoved him around the corner and hissed at him in parcel tongue. It was enough to make the boy scramble to safety. Namely, anywhere not Potter filled.
Harry moved back to the surprised blond girl who had made no move to retrieve Terry. Before she gained her composure and screeched at him Harry decided to act.
Pushing up against her he gave a searing kiss. It was the first long kiss they had shared and Draco found herself blown away by the intensity of it. Harry for the first time dominated her and she was enjoying it far too much.
Braking the kiss and falling to his knees Harry looked up into silver eyes and whispered up to her, "Do you prefer Terry or me?"
Draco gave a squeal of surprise and delight as the brown locks were lost under her perfect pleats and braced herself against the wall. Harry was defiantly better then Terry. In fact, Harry was defiantly better then anything she could think of ever doing with anyone.
Afterwards Harry lifted himself back up and used a handkerchief to wipe her neck. There weren't any visible marks left my Terry but he wanted to clean of all traces of him. Once he was done Harry snuggled his nose into her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist whispering into her ear,
"From now on we're going to snuggle after sex. I like holding you."
Unable to compose an argument Draco lowered her arms around him and nodded her head slightly. It wouldn't hurt to just pretend to like him for a little while.
With a mixture of perplexity and fear he had to ask her what she was doing. He had the vague impression that this was another weird girl thing he should know about.
She turned startled by his sudden wakefulness for but a moment and then resumed her incessant tidying.
"What does it look like Scarhead? I'm cleaning up your horrible mess! Instead of complaining you should get off your fat arse and help!"
The now utterly confused brunet watched as the Veela continued to realign all of her belongings. Harry was at a loss as to how this was his mess. How this constituted a mess at all was a wonder. He slowly lifted himself into a sitting position and watched with fascination.
Draco had come to a decision. That decision was that she didn't know what to do. Everything was wrong. Messy. Horribly aligned. She had no idea how to fix her emotional equilibrium, but she would start with her furniture. Every book on the shelf needed to be restacked so they went from largest to smallest. But then they looked too comical. It almost made her shelves look uneven. She removed them again and split the shelves into groups to try another pattern. Then another.
It was simple really. Step one: Align room. Step Two: Align life. Surely once everything was neat and in its place she would be able to think again. Yes. That was what was needed. But her goddamned books refused to look non- comical and neat at the same time! Ripping the smallest and most obviously out of place book from the shelf she threw it across the room with a frustrated scream. The shelf suddenly looked much better. Weather this was because that abnormally small book was gone or because she had vented she wasn't sure. But it certainly helped.
Across the room Harry watched in slight confusion. What was this madness? He lifted the book from his bed were it landed not a foot from his side and inspected it. 'Simple Arithmetic Equations' was the title. Why would she throw it across the room? He thought perhaps she was having trouble with her homework, but then realised classes had not started. Upon closer inspection he found the book to be in perfect condition.
"Draco? What's wrong with you equation book?"
It was a half mumbled question. Still gripped with the after affects of sleep as he inspected the book to see if it held the answers to the blonds insanity. Girls were so strange sometimes. The blond whirled around and stormed over to snatch the book back from his hands. Sending him a hate filled glare she hissed out,
"What do you think your doing? Don't touch my things!"
She then proceeded to storm back off to the book shelf. Harry considered arguing that she had thrown it at him so he was at to blame. But his limited experiences with girls so far had thought him that such an action would most likely backfire. Best to apologise and exit the room as soon as possible. Muttering a quite 'sorry' he fumbled to the bathroom and started his shower. He sincerely hoped he would not spend the year treading on eggshells because of her temper. She had such a strange and polar personality.
Draco spent a good 5 minutes searching for a place for the little book that would not disrupt her symmetrical composition. And settled finally on a draw. She couldn't help but wonder who decided to make that book so stupidly small. No doubt some completely inconsiderate moron. A fool without a bookshelf. Possibly some sick and perverted publisher purposefully setting out to destroy order. The enemy of all that is symmetrical and good.
Once she had the room perfect, her bed creaseless and her skirt smoothed so that every pleat was the exact same (2.5') width, she stood in the centre of the room waiting. This was clearly a horrible plan. Step two would need to be revised. Possibly removed. It involved a level of self assessment she feared.
The master problem as she saw it was Harry Potter. The bane of her existence. All possible reasons for keeping Boy Wonders secret were indigestible. She was simply not a nice person. She did not care about him, and she was not being charitable. But that left very few options as to why she would do it. Snape had asked her, but from his initial reaction to her gender change, Snape clearly wanted the boy locked up. So that was not a passable excuse. And despite the many reasons to walk outside and announce who she was to the world. . . she didn't want to.
Which meant she wanted to protect him.
It was clear what she would have to do. Find another man. Cut this sick dependence on Potter before she got. . . attached. A shudder ran through her body. What a simply horrid thought.
Walking out of the bathroom in his school robes Harry was relieved to find the cleaning whirlwind was over. And while all the comforting mess had been destroyed by the storm, he was sure he could easily re-mess it some time later. He escorted his blond charge down the corridors to their first class.
By the end of the day Harry had noticed a pattern. Malfoy was most definitely flirting. Flirting with everyone! A serge of red hot anger swam through his veins with every swat of her eyelashes, every over emphasised swing of her hips and every soft and uncalled for giggle. Every boys eyes were glued to her chest. Every male mouth was watering. Professor Flitwick stuttered through charms like a first year. He had abandoned his platform of books to instead stand on the floor. Harry was certain it was because this placed the little professor at just the right hight for looking under the desks. Specifically for looking at the milky white legs of one Miss Cory Malfoy.
Draco was acting strange. She was treating him like a servant. A body guard. She told him to follow her while she wondered off to an out of the way corridor with Terry Boot. For the first time in his life Harry found himself praying that Malfoy planned on killing a fellow student. Torture, pain and even death. All were better then allowing that snivelling runt to touch her.
When they reached a corner Harry was instructed to stay around the bend and keep an eye out while she wondered away with an overly excited Mr. Boot. This was it. She would prove to herself and to Potter that he was nothing special. Potter was just one of the many. That was all. Looking into Terry's face she had to fight off the urge to gag. What a horrible specimen of the male population! His lage nose and thin lips only overshadowed by his beady little eyes and mouse brown freckles which completely covered his rounded little head.
The fact was close inspection all day proved the male population of Hogwarts was severely lacking in the looks department. Blaise was gorgeous. . . and busy staring at Harry's arse. Harry was the second best looking, but that would defeat her purpose. Ron had drooled all day, but his red hair was just too much. Not to mention when she did consider him an option for all of 5 second the Mudblood had latched on like a leach and actually hissed in her direction. The carrot patch was called for and the farmer wasn't about to share. Terry was the lesser of many evils. The least ugly of a pack of extremely ugly boys. He was, at least, without Justin's enormous forehead, Crabbe or Goyles considerable girth, Seamus' indecipherable speech and Deans war on the horrible pimple monster. The list went on.
Brought back to the present by slobbering kiss to her neck she shuddered and steeled herself for the inevitable. This was necessary. This was needed. And closing her eyes to pretend it was Potter did not prove anything. Really! It didn't.
Harry, meanwhile, was pacing like a caged tiger. He could not understand why she was doing this. Surely he was better looking then Boot! Ginny thought he was prince charming and even Collin would leap to agree. Cho must have thought he was at least all right looking. He knew he wasn't ugly!
A noise from Boot and Harry couldn't take it any more. He turned and raced around the corner to see Draco leaning totally unresponsive with her back to the wall. Her eyes closed with a look of disinterest and slight disgust while Terry sucked on her neck. Suddenly he was ripped backwards by a furious body guard and pushed down the other hall. Harry shoved him around the corner and hissed at him in parcel tongue. It was enough to make the boy scramble to safety. Namely, anywhere not Potter filled.
Harry moved back to the surprised blond girl who had made no move to retrieve Terry. Before she gained her composure and screeched at him Harry decided to act.
Pushing up against her he gave a searing kiss. It was the first long kiss they had shared and Draco found herself blown away by the intensity of it. Harry for the first time dominated her and she was enjoying it far too much.
Braking the kiss and falling to his knees Harry looked up into silver eyes and whispered up to her, "Do you prefer Terry or me?"
Draco gave a squeal of surprise and delight as the brown locks were lost under her perfect pleats and braced herself against the wall. Harry was defiantly better then Terry. In fact, Harry was defiantly better then anything she could think of ever doing with anyone.
Afterwards Harry lifted himself back up and used a handkerchief to wipe her neck. There weren't any visible marks left my Terry but he wanted to clean of all traces of him. Once he was done Harry snuggled his nose into her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist whispering into her ear,
"From now on we're going to snuggle after sex. I like holding you."
Unable to compose an argument Draco lowered her arms around him and nodded her head slightly. It wouldn't hurt to just pretend to like him for a little while.
