The Hardships of Being Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: If they did belong to me I would have tied them both in a chair until they stopped being so obstinate about their true feelings for each other, and the remainder of the books would not have a chance in heck of being so kid friendly.
Pairings: Draco/Potter eventually
Warnings: Whiny, self-absorbed Draco ahead, (I'm hoping that the clue bus smacks into him very soon.) not to mention OOC-ness to be had by all.
Authors Note: Woo hoo! I am back and in a settled position for a bit, so I will be able to update with more frequency! (At least for a little while) and since I have the time and inclination, I am now going to go back and thank all the people that I was unable to thank last time I posted, sorry for the delay all! Also in this chapter, Draco all alone, in bed, with only his thoughts to accompany him. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Alas, no Harry Potter though. Next time though.
PeachDancer82 - You know it is people like you, leaving reviews like that, that have a wonderful effect on my ego, and furthers the writing process, please continue to enjoy!
Shiva Angel - I never realized how hard writing humorous things would be, but the strange thing is that, I can never tell what people will think is funny, I am just going to stop second guessing and have fun writing, thanks so much for the review!
Louisa - Cool! I love my repeat reviewers! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You know the sad part is, sometimes that last line is one of the hardest part to come up with. I was despairing that part 9 was never going to end. Hope you like this Chapter!
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Part 11
Draco was feeling good.
He was feeling surprisingly good considering the past few weeks had been spent in utter and complete horror dwelling on the many possibilities of what Potter could possibly ask for as a favour.
He sat back against a plush satin pillow as he sipped his preferred blend of scalding hot tea. Considering, things were close to being perfect. Yes life was very good.
He closed his eyes for a moment letting things just soak in. He breathed deeply and was slightly dismayed to smell the sent of cloves and vanilla, and a bit of something else that was purely his mother. What was she doing at school?
Wait, he's reclining against a satin pillow, drinking his favourite blend of tea, of course he's at home. A slight smile played at the corner of his mouth as he heard her silvery laughter ring through the closed door of the room. It was now obvious that this was the same sitting room that they had their little talk about how he was to behave for the whole of his sixth year. He really must remember to tell her that he really does love her; despite the fact that she wont buy him everything he wants.
"Draco, darling, your little friend has come to visit!" she called as the door opened. "I'll just leave you two to figure out what you're going to be doing for the day." He looked to the door and saw a tousled mop of brown hair, and a pair of inquisitive, expressive, green eyes come into view. The person walked to stand next to him as the door closed with an ominous sounding click.
Draco recoiled at the sight and felt the sneer of disdain forming on his face, as Potter crouched next to him. "What the hell do you want scarhead?" he growled, or rather, that is what he wanted to say, strangely enough it came out sounding more like "Harry! I'm so happy you came over today! I missed seeing you while you were visiting those American Wizards." And he could feel the bloody smile on his face. Not a sneer, not a bloody smirk, no an honest to goodness smile. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a reason to smile as such.
He had to be under a spell there was no other explanation for it. Had to be. He tried commanding his limbs to move, curling his hands into fists and then relaxing them, noting that they were responding just fine. At the burst of giggles from the rooms other occupant, he swung his arm in an arc hoping to intersect somewhere around Harry's jaw. And intersect it did, with a wussie sounding slap, on Potters shoulder. "What was that all about Drake?" Potter asked looking genuinely perplexed.
At the sound of such a loathsome nickname, Draco could almost feel a tic starting under his left eye. It was time to say something truly scathing to Mr. Boy Who Lived. "I was just making sure that I was limbered up just incase you want to do some 'exorcises' later on."
Draco was in almost a tangible agony from the fact you could hear the quotes that would go around exorcises, he even felt his eyebrows raise and lower in added emphasis. How could he have sunk so very low to as say something like that? He watched in shock as Potter blushed, for some unfathomable reason, and then duck his head with a slight smile playing at his lips.
Potter moved so he was sitting on the settee, dangerously close to the Slytherin. Draco tried to move instinctively to push the other boy away, but found his hand resting on the thigh of the boy who lived. He then found himself leaning slowly towards the Gryffindor, who seemed to be leaning in also, and both of their eyes were drifting shut.
"I missed you terribly Drake." He heard just before their lips touched softly.
Gasping Draco dragged himself from his nightmare. He was certain it was a nightmare, he couldn't really remember what it had been about. Actually the only thing he could remember was that Potter had been in it, and it had deeply disturbed him.
It was bad enough that he had to spend so much time in the other boy's presents, without the added joy of having him in his dreams as well. Thankfully since 'that night' there had been no repeats of the grabby chair, He didn't want to think of the hell he would have been in if he couldn't have gotten up and left after finishing his food.
It wasn't all bad though, especially when Potter had started talking about decent subjects, like their mutual dislike of Pansy Parkinson, though all Draco would do was grunt and nod at Potter's insights into what a creepy, disturbing, idiot she was. They had actually had a brief conversation that both boys had participated in about food likes and dislikes.
Besides it wasn't like he talked with his mouth open like Greg, and he hadn't decided that blowing his nose was a good Idea like Vincent had.
Draco still shuddered at the memory of that particular day, he had been trying a new dish that had been served for an international food day, it was something called egg-drop soup. He still couldn't look at the stuff, which Dumbledore had taken a liking too and was served at least once a week, without getting a crawly gaggy feeling at the back of his throat. It also didn't help that regardless of what he said to them, the House elves still persisted in trying to serve the stuff to him.
Draco rolled over on to his tummy and sleepily shoved his head under his pillows. He wasn't actually going back to sleep, but it was a Sunday and he was allowed just a bit more time to get up and get moving. He had at least till 9 am, and it couldn't be more then 6 now.
He pulled his blankets around his body more securely and made the executive decision to ignore his bladder for just a little bit longer. He let his mind drift aimlessly, wondering what his mum was doing, how his dad was, where his cat had hidden, as well as a few other trivial things of the like. Then they turned back to the topic of his dreams.
He knew it wasn't the first dream he had with Potter. With as much as the two of them were being shoved together, it probably wouldn't be the last time either. Besides Potter never stopped talking, even when Draco was making perfectly clear that he wasn't listening.
In fact the boy had gone into such depth of description on his friend Weasel's house, Draco felt that he could confidently navigate the place without any hesitation, and find, he shuddered to think, the room over decorated, in of all Quidditch teams, a Chuddley Cannon's motif. He was also pretty sure that he absolutely hated someone Potter called that arse of a beached whale, Dudley. He sounded like a complete and utter spoiled git, from Draco's point of view.
He arched his back slowly, enjoying the feeling of his spine popping, as he pushed himself to a sitting position with his legs folded under him, and his head bent forward to avoid connecting with the ceiling of his bed. It was a good thing that he could tune Potter out so well, otherwise he would have a ton of useless crap floating around in his head.
Blearily he reached up and scratched his head, grumbling at the feeling of tufts of hair sticking out every which way. He really needed to find a spell of some sort for hair gel, maybe he could do that when things calmed down, or he felt safer.
Silently he reached for his wand, de-warded his curtains and climbed out. From the look of things his luck was holding true and he was the only one stirring. He quickly gathered his things from his trunk and re-warded his space. He had to get moving if he wanted to get to breakfast on time.
Besides, Potter was probably just waiting to regale him with even more tails of his life as a Muggle, and other assorted gems guaranteed to put anyone to sleep in only five seconds. Whether they were paying attention or not, and Draco was definitely not paying attention.
Anyway that is all they were, after all.
Stupid stories.