The Potter/Malfoy Final Anti-Showdown... mwahahaha, muahahaha, muahahaha!
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That old familiar slouch. That old familiar blond hair, now cropped short and sticking up over his forehead so he didn't look so much like a girl. He was wearing a dramatic looking flowing black cloak over totally black muggle clothing - jeans and a shirt. That old familiar sneer... well, not quite. Malfoy was smiling a strangely whimsical smile, and the look in his eye as he looked at Harry was almost - longing?
(A/N: No you dirty-minded *beep*s this is not slash or even suggestion as you will see if you scroll down a bit. If you *don`t* see, you are not intelligent enough to be reading this fanfic!)
`Going somewhere, Potter?` That old familiar drawl. Harry had hoped he would never have to hear it again when Malfoy had left the school half-way through seventh year to become a Death Eater. Unfortunately this was not so.
`Get out of my way, Malfoy.`
`Do I look as though I have ANY intention of doing that?`
`What is this, Return of the Slimy Git?`
`Ooh, witty, Potter, real witty.`
`Don`t mess me around, Malfoy. I had enough of that at school.`
`Well, of course, you were the Golden Boy, and I was me. What else was I supposed to do?`
`Are you going to get out of my way or am I going to have to curse you?`
`Oh, you won`t have to curse me, Potter. You know, the funny thing is, all I ever wanted was to be able to do whatever I want. Hah! Sounds stupid doesn`t it? That`s why I left school for the Death Eaters. I figured I`d be free from all these rules - rules at school, rules at the Ministry, everyone telling me what I can and can`t do - but instead there`s even more rules.
`And you know something Potter? I can`t get out of this one. There`s no Potter to pick on cos I`m not supposed to. And I can`t leave. Once you`re in, you`re in for life - or at least as long as Voldemort lasts. You`re fighting him, aren`t you Potter? The Golden Boy as always.` He grinned. `Well, I`ll be leaving you now, Potter. I`ve been ORDERED to bring you in, but I have... business elsewhere. Be seein ya, Potter.`
And with a lazy salute he turned away, cloak billowing dramatically (told you so) behind him, and dis-apparated.
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That old familiar slouch. That old familiar blond hair, now cropped short and sticking up over his forehead so he didn't look so much like a girl. He was wearing a dramatic looking flowing black cloak over totally black muggle clothing - jeans and a shirt. That old familiar sneer... well, not quite. Malfoy was smiling a strangely whimsical smile, and the look in his eye as he looked at Harry was almost - longing?
(A/N: No you dirty-minded *beep*s this is not slash or even suggestion as you will see if you scroll down a bit. If you *don`t* see, you are not intelligent enough to be reading this fanfic!)
`Going somewhere, Potter?` That old familiar drawl. Harry had hoped he would never have to hear it again when Malfoy had left the school half-way through seventh year to become a Death Eater. Unfortunately this was not so.
`Get out of my way, Malfoy.`
`Do I look as though I have ANY intention of doing that?`
`What is this, Return of the Slimy Git?`
`Ooh, witty, Potter, real witty.`
`Don`t mess me around, Malfoy. I had enough of that at school.`
`Well, of course, you were the Golden Boy, and I was me. What else was I supposed to do?`
`Are you going to get out of my way or am I going to have to curse you?`
`Oh, you won`t have to curse me, Potter. You know, the funny thing is, all I ever wanted was to be able to do whatever I want. Hah! Sounds stupid doesn`t it? That`s why I left school for the Death Eaters. I figured I`d be free from all these rules - rules at school, rules at the Ministry, everyone telling me what I can and can`t do - but instead there`s even more rules.
`And you know something Potter? I can`t get out of this one. There`s no Potter to pick on cos I`m not supposed to. And I can`t leave. Once you`re in, you`re in for life - or at least as long as Voldemort lasts. You`re fighting him, aren`t you Potter? The Golden Boy as always.` He grinned. `Well, I`ll be leaving you now, Potter. I`ve been ORDERED to bring you in, but I have... business elsewhere. Be seein ya, Potter.`
And with a lazy salute he turned away, cloak billowing dramatically (told you so) behind him, and dis-apparated.