Poor Malfoy
6 Days Until the Wedding
"Where do you think you're going, Malfoy?" asked Snape the next day.
Malfoy was packing a suitcase to the max, just now stuffing his boxers in.
"Bulgaria…" Malfoy said vaguely.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm going to Bulgaria to stop the woman I love from getting married!" Malfoy yelled. It came out as if he was preparing it, just ready to shout it at someone.
"Who's this, now?" asked Snape, unnerved from Malfoy's shout.
"What do you care?" spat Draco.
"I care for the wellbeing of my students," Snape said. "And you are one.
"Now, the school rules say that 'One student shall not leave school grounds unless accompanied by someone the Head of House approves of.'"
Malfoy stared into the pattern on his fly hole.
"Mr. Malfoy, I understand that you love this girl, so I shall assign you with… Crabbe and Goyle."
"WHAT?"
"They might be the only ones who'll go willingly," said Snape. "Besides, they can't be that bad."
"Right…" said Malfoy in a smart-mouth tone.
5 Days Until the Wedding
Malfoy stared at his shoes as the train rattled on. This was the worst three days ever.
"What wrong, Pointy?" asked Crabbe.
"SHUT UP!" yelled Malfoy.
"Me think you angry," said Goyle. "You wants a cupcake?"
Goyle stuck a cake in front of Malfoy's face, only to have it knocked to the floor.
"I'm only going on this damn trip with you two because Snape told me to," Draco snapped. "It's not like we're friends!"
The idiots looked down and Malfoy could've sworn they were about to cry. He felt… pitiful.
Malfoy picked the cupcake off the floor and reluctantly ate it, making Crabbe and Goyle grin with glee.
The trio disembarked from the train and began looking for the car that would pick them up.
"There a sign, Pointy!" said Crabbe, pointing at a rather pointy sign that read Mr. Pointy on it.
"No, my name is Malf--"
"C'mon, Mr. Pointy!" yelled Crabbe, pulling Malfoy by the robes to the man with the sign.
"Mr. Malfoy?" asked the man with a somewhat stifled voice. He was tall and muscular. The 11" by 12" sign was tiny compared to his large hands.
"Yes, that's me…" said Malfoy, not sure why the sign read what it did.
All of a sudden, the man covered the guys up with a blanket and tied the ends. He began dragging them off.
"Watch the hair, you idiot!" Malfoy yelled to Goyle inside the blanket.
"Pointy, we've been napped!" said Goyle.
"You mean kidnapped? Well, yes we have. I guess they couldn't resist my sexy body."
"Yeah, really sexy," said the man, whose stifled voice had become more Russian. "Let me introduce myself…"
He dumped the guys out of the bag onto a table in a dark room.
"I'm Vladimir Geldoff," he said. "I'm a friend of Viktor Krum, and I'm here to stop you from stopping the wedding-- wait…. yeah… I said it right! WEE!"
Malfoy knew he was surrounded by idiots.
4/12/05