The Ten Plagues of Malfoy
Chapter 8 The Plague of Hail
A/N Wow I like this chapter. We find out that Draco is really just a muggle at heart. That is really hilarious eh? Still I think it's good and I just like where they go for their date.
"Hail the size of golf balls."
Harry,
Meet me in the Entrance Hall at six pm sharp, no later.
D.
At 1 minute to 6 Harry arrived in the Entrance Hall and waited for Draco. A minute later Draco appeared from the dungeons carrying his broom.
"Good evening, I am about to take you somewhere you have never been before."
"Really Draco? Now where would that be?"
"We're going to a muggle village not too far from here. It's quite like Hogsmeade but without the magic."
"Let's, er, go then."
The two went outside and climbed on the broom, Harry was amazed that two people could fit on a broom without falling off but with enough space to not cling onto the other too tightly. Although Harry did have to hold onto Draco's waist so that he didn't fall off. Harry was a little angry that he didn't get to steer though.
"Touchdown."
"I had noticed Malfoy. I'm not as dim as Neville, even though I may appear to be sometimes." Harry pulled a face to reinforce his statement and received the trademark Malfoy smirk in return.
"Well here we are, muggle crazy golf, hope you enjoy." Draco said as he handed over the money to pay for a ball and club each.
"Wow, I was never allowed to play, Dudley always took my club and then Uncle Vernon yelled at me if I tried to get it back."
"Diddums."
"Don't even, that was his nickname."
"Well sorry."
"Do you want to play or not?" Harry asked as he chipped the ball through a giant clowns head. The ball zig-zagged crazily towards the hole and totally missed. Draco laughed and Harry punched him lightly on the arm. This started off a little fight that lasted about 5 minutes.
"Halfblood."
"Ponse."
"Wanker."
"Perfectionist."
"Suck up."
"Is that all you can think of?"
"No, you're a, a, yes all right, that is all I can think of."
"Thick twat."
"Excuse me; it seems that I am too friendly with you to be able to insult you properly."
"Softie."
"Stop it."
"Fine, now it's your turn." Draco hit the ball and it went straight into the hole, he turned around and smirked at Harry. Harry just tutted and stalked off to the next hole.
As they went around the course Harry gradually improved, but Draco was still miles better. Draco was glad that he had brought out Harry's competitive streak, even if he was much sexier and a better player on a broom.
"Well that was fun."
"Yeah, you want a McDonalds?"
"My, you really are more of a muggle than I ever thought."
"I'll take that as a complement then shall I?"
"If you want to, chicken mcnuggets, smarties mcflurry and a coke, regular not diet please."
"Sure." Draco left Harry sitting on a bench as he went off to purchase the food. Harry sat watching everyone walking past and watching the ducks crossing the pond with the ducklings following quickly. He thought about the miracle of life and thought how much he wanted to have children one day, even if they would only know one set of grandparents. Draco appeared suddenly clutching bags of food and handed one to Harry.
"I love these mcflurries, especially the way the colours of the smarties all mix and make it look like a slab of marble."
"If it pleases you. Why are you eating the ice cream before the chicken nuggets?"
"Family trait?"
"But your parents are, well."
"Remus told me that dad always ate pudding before mains because it helped to sweeten the palate. I only found out about it because the mains took longer to cook and I was hungry. I also have a sweet tooth, this one right here." Harry indicated one of his canines as the sweet tooth.
"Muggles." Draco muttered to himself.
"What? You mean that these muggles I live with are stupid, because they are really stupid and they eat about 20 times more each than you or me."
"I'll just agree with you Harry." Draco sucked his straw and tried to get the thick milkshake out but it just wouldn't budge. Eventually he gave up, just took the lid off and drank it like it was a glass.
"You've got milkshake on your nose."
"It's supposed to be there, we call it a Belgian dip in my family."
"Right then, and I thought my family was strange."
"Eat your nuggets." Draco commanded as he picked up a triple cheeseburger and proceeded to stuff a part of it in his mouth. Somehow he managed to retain grace as he at it, and to Harry's disappointment he didn't drip any on his clothes, not even a single crumb. Next Draco took a warm apple pie out of his bag and bit a chunk out of it.
"Can I have a bite?"
"Why do you want my apple pie, if you wanted one I would have bought you one."
"I only want a bite. You can have a nugget."
"Fine, but I don't like nuggets." Draco offered the pie to Harry who ate almost half of the remaining pie.
"That is a good pie."
"Well you did eat enough of it."
"Big mouth." Harry explained as he chewed on a nugget.
"Finished?"
"Let a boy finish his nuggets." Harry then slurped the rest of his coke and stood up, dumping the empty containers in a nearby bin.
"Best be getting back then."
"If you insist." They clambered on the broom for two and started to fly back. "I've just thought of an old muggle song."
"Which one?"
"Daisy, daisy."
"Sing it."
"Draky, Draky,
O what a good time we'll have,
It won't be a stylish dinner,
'Cause I can't afford a winner,
But you'll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a broomstick made for two.
That's not the real words but they sound pretty good. Don't you think?"
"Yeah." The rest of the ride back to the castle the two sang it at full volume, belting it out for the world to hear.
A/N Well golf balls and hail, this one kind of fits already without much explanation. I couldn't remember the real words so I had to improvise, it is still good though.
It is amazing, I planned this chapter first, but it has taken me at least 5 days to write, it's not even that good. In that 5 days however I have written 9, 10 and 11 as well. I have finished the presents bit and there are only 2 more chapters after that. Ahhh!!!
Anyone seen Austin Powers? Well that's where the Belgian dip came from and I was thinking of American Pie when I wrote the apple pie part, it was hilarious. Fucking a pie, brilliant, sorry I'm easily amused.
Now everyone that reviewed can have the Thornton's chocolates that I don't like – Turkish delight, cappuccino, anything with black chocolate and any really odd flavours.
The chocolates go to Chi7890; Miaka Kennyuuki; Yamia-chan; Elle; Rebecca; Miss W D Halliwell; Shadow Psi; slasherbabe; Harold Kelsin; Yana5