Author's Note: At last! An update. What can I say, I was studying (or rather,
not studying) for my finals and this wandered into my head-a perfect
distraction!
The Exploding Malfoys-Chapter 6: Overstudied
Draco Malfoy wrinkled his forehead and pressed his hands to his eyes in an
attempt to quell the intense burning sensation they'd acquired after 10 hours of
non-stop studying. Only a complete nincompoop (or a Weasley) would have missed
the telltale signs of final exam season at Hogwarts. The Slytherin Common room
was filled with students crouched over their books, mumbling to themselves and
rocking back and forth in their chairs. How he HATED exam season. He hated it
like-like-he rallied his mind to find the perfect comparison-like a bowtruckle
hates people who disturb the its home-tree! Draco groaned. Yeah, he definitely
had Care of Magical Creatures on the brain. He banged his head on his book. This
was a mistake. Had Malfoy's head not been crammed with interesting tidbits on
the Augery, Bowtruckle, Doxy and Lethifold, he would have remembered that since
his third year, they'd been using the Monster Book of Monsters (to a minimal
degree of success).
CHOMP!
The book closed around Malfoy's head and digestive juices began to pour out of
the inner spine of the book. Draco let out a muffled scream but this juts made
the book clamp down harder. "Aargh!" The binding of the book wrapped itself
around Malfoy's neck and instinctively he began to thrash his head around in a
blind panic, hoping someone in the common room would notice his odd behavior and
rush to his rescue.
No one did. They were too busy studying. The few who did see something
slightly unusual out of their corners of their eyes attributed it to pre-exam
nerves before turning their attention back to five years worth of history notes
that seemed to drift more in and out of sleep than centuries past.
Malfoy continued his struggle. Air was becoming dear. He opened his mouth
and tried to breath. A noxious liquid entered his lungs instead, causing him to
experience not only asphyxiation but drowning as well. He tried to cough but
without air, his lungs couldn't expand enough to clear them. He twisted around,
ran smack into someone or something and fell over onto the floor. "Aaargh!" he
screamed again. Draco placed his hands over the book as green, hazy spots
started to obstruct his view of dark nothingness. He whacked the cover, kicking
and writhing.
Amid this noise, the steady buzz of studying went on unhampered.
Draco's fingers grasped the spine of the book at last, went rigged for a
second-perhaps he would succeed in calming the book down!-then limp. A loud
crunching sound could be heard from inside the book, had anyone chosen to listen
for it. No blood oozed out; the monster book soaked up every drop then moved
down his neck and slurping sounds revealed the book found this particularly
delectable. It made a move for the shoulders but stopped. They were too wide for
the book to swallow whole. Besides that, the book preferred live prey and its
quarry's pulse had just stopped. Cold blood tended to clump and clog the
digestive track. It released its grip on what was Draco and scurried off under
the table, between some students, and then over to where some high backed chairs
were. Sated it for now, it would soon be hungry again and it waited for more.
And more was sure to come.
not studying) for my finals and this wandered into my head-a perfect
distraction!
The Exploding Malfoys-Chapter 6: Overstudied
Draco Malfoy wrinkled his forehead and pressed his hands to his eyes in an
attempt to quell the intense burning sensation they'd acquired after 10 hours of
non-stop studying. Only a complete nincompoop (or a Weasley) would have missed
the telltale signs of final exam season at Hogwarts. The Slytherin Common room
was filled with students crouched over their books, mumbling to themselves and
rocking back and forth in their chairs. How he HATED exam season. He hated it
like-like-he rallied his mind to find the perfect comparison-like a bowtruckle
hates people who disturb the its home-tree! Draco groaned. Yeah, he definitely
had Care of Magical Creatures on the brain. He banged his head on his book. This
was a mistake. Had Malfoy's head not been crammed with interesting tidbits on
the Augery, Bowtruckle, Doxy and Lethifold, he would have remembered that since
his third year, they'd been using the Monster Book of Monsters (to a minimal
degree of success).
CHOMP!
The book closed around Malfoy's head and digestive juices began to pour out of
the inner spine of the book. Draco let out a muffled scream but this juts made
the book clamp down harder. "Aargh!" The binding of the book wrapped itself
around Malfoy's neck and instinctively he began to thrash his head around in a
blind panic, hoping someone in the common room would notice his odd behavior and
rush to his rescue.
No one did. They were too busy studying. The few who did see something
slightly unusual out of their corners of their eyes attributed it to pre-exam
nerves before turning their attention back to five years worth of history notes
that seemed to drift more in and out of sleep than centuries past.
Malfoy continued his struggle. Air was becoming dear. He opened his mouth
and tried to breath. A noxious liquid entered his lungs instead, causing him to
experience not only asphyxiation but drowning as well. He tried to cough but
without air, his lungs couldn't expand enough to clear them. He twisted around,
ran smack into someone or something and fell over onto the floor. "Aaargh!" he
screamed again. Draco placed his hands over the book as green, hazy spots
started to obstruct his view of dark nothingness. He whacked the cover, kicking
and writhing.
Amid this noise, the steady buzz of studying went on unhampered.
Draco's fingers grasped the spine of the book at last, went rigged for a
second-perhaps he would succeed in calming the book down!-then limp. A loud
crunching sound could be heard from inside the book, had anyone chosen to listen
for it. No blood oozed out; the monster book soaked up every drop then moved
down his neck and slurping sounds revealed the book found this particularly
delectable. It made a move for the shoulders but stopped. They were too wide for
the book to swallow whole. Besides that, the book preferred live prey and its
quarry's pulse had just stopped. Cold blood tended to clump and clog the
digestive track. It released its grip on what was Draco and scurried off under
the table, between some students, and then over to where some high backed chairs
were. Sated it for now, it would soon be hungry again and it waited for more.
And more was sure to come.