Author's Note: It's been a while, hasn't it? Terribly sorry. School is such an inconvenience. But I managed to work on this today, and here is chapter three of Twenty of Draco. I didn't get a chance to proofread, so please forgive me if there are errors. Otherwise, enjoy!
Harry-Obsessed: 'Yes, we don't really need to practice for the next Quidditch game, do w-- OUCH!' -Harry grabs his head and whips around. Draco is observing a strand of black hair closely- Hearing you cry out is such a turn on, Potter. -suddenly jumps on unsuspecting!Harry with scissors- Just a few more, I promise!
Stalked-By-Harry: Get away from me! No, I'm completely serious, Potter! You're freaking the bloody hell out of me! -pulls away from hyperventilating Harry- Someone get this thing away from me!
Bookworm: Ooh, Pansy, look! -runs excitedly to the girl, who's busy snogging someone- Did you know that kissing with your tongue can lead to a severe development of mouth warts? It's fascinating, isn't it? The leading cause is called 'germs'! I found out all of this from 'Diseases: What and What Not to do in Sexual Wizarding Situations'.
Ron Weasley-like: -deep sigh- This sweater is absolutely ridiculous. Pink, of all colors! Does mother actually expect me to wear this? -lifts up Chudley Cannons sweater he'd been secretly stashing instead, hugging it- I'll wear you from now on... -mother suddenly walks in- 'Draco, did you like your sweat-- oh.' -runs out crying-
Potter Impersonating: You sick snake bastard! Look at me when I'm about to kill you! You killed my parents and gave me this scar. -viciously points to his forehead- You grotesque fiend! My time has come to rid you of life! Avada Kedarva! -stuffed 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' explodes-
Multiple Personality: Tell me I'm sexy and irresistible, you muggle fools! -has wand pointed at captives- Before I blow you both apart! -sobbing sound is heard, which triggers Draco to pause and lower wand- Oh, why are you both so sad? Here! -hands them some galleons- Go buy yourselves some ice cream or something. -sob- Where the HELL do you think you're going?
Masochist: 'Draco, c'mon, what's taking so long? I want to get busy...' -draco walks in room, both arms filled- 'W-what's that for?' I'm going to punish you, Harry. -smirks and winks, advancing with chains and whips- 'D-draco, please... not... ahh...' You know you like this.
Exorcist:Oh my god! What the hell is that? Is that even a person? -narrows eyes and moves toward creature writhing on the bed. reaches out and it snaps out at his fingers- Oh my-- fuck, get me out of here! -runs to door and wrestles frantically with doorknob- I'm in risk of getting rabies! Someone unlock this door!
Paranoid: W-wait, be careful! You could fall down the staircase and break your neck! -proceeds cautiously down the steps, clutching the banister- And don't walk so fast, Pansy! If you go through the doors like that, they might close and smash you to pieces. DUMBLEDORE, is it safe! 'Yes, Mr. Malfoy. You may take off the poor knight's armor now.'
Grandfatherly: Heh, heh. Yes.. I know you're not supposed to have a broomstick until second year, or-- er.. was it third? Ah, anyway, here you go. -gives grandson an old-man hug- Kick Gryffindor's cabooses, like I did back in my day! -cackle-
Morally Challenged: 'You are here in the Supreme Ministry Court today on account that you have killed two people. Both were random wizard citizens, who didn't do the slightest thing to provoke you into violent actions. Jury, what is your verdict?' -draco sits at defense table, yawning as he leans back in a chair- 'We find the defendant guilty, your honor.' Wait, WHAT? -draco stands up- Those people were wearing rags. Rags, I said! Don't you all get it? They got what they deserved. I can't go to Azkaban for helping the community!
Picky: Father, make sure to keep the carrots and potatoes out of the stew! You know it's much too starchy. -lucius comes out, apron around waist. sets bowl down in front of draco. draco gasps- FATHER, what have you DONE? There's corn in here too! And celery? Throw it away! 'Draco, it's vegetable st--' I don't care, change it! -lucius' head lowers and he exits again-
Sympathetic: -is somehow sitting in front of a muggle television, watching Titanic - Oh god. Jack, don't die. Rose needs you! NEEDS you! No, please... he's still alive Rose, don't worry... he's just a little cold... -leonardo sinks beneath the ocean- No, No, NOO!
Sick: -sniff, sniff- Goobness, I hate habing a code. Muffer, geb me more soup, please. -Narcissa looks over at him- 'Are you talking to me, sweetheart?' Yes, I 'm tobbing to you! Soup, hurry! -sneezes all over blankets- Jebus, this can't be habbening! I'm tobbing like bluddy Weasley.
Violated: Mmm, yes, that feels good... -pushes lower area forward against the warmth. hears a groan and suddenly awakes from slumber- BLAISE? What the-- what the hell! -slaps hand away and pulls up pajama bottoms- This is the third time this week! Have I not gotten it through to you?
Lonely: -traces fingers along leg- So bored, so bored... -looks to clock- Father and mother aren't home yet... everyone in Slytherin is on vacation. So there's no possible way of entertainment. -sighs, fingers moving a certain 'somewhere' else- And no possibly way of interruptions...
Hot: Wow, the sun sure is scorching my beautiful skin today.. -gasps and loosens tie on the way to the Quidditch Pitch- So hot and disgusting, and I'm even sweating! Crabbe, do something to make me cooler! Now! -a split second, he was knocked down and out by a large fist. goyle high-fives crabbe- 'Knocked out cold. Tehe, good job!'
Computer Geek:'Son, come down! I'm waiting for you...' -in a seductive tone- Hold on dearest father, I'm working on my Divinations essay! Oh shit, it just froze! Damn this muggle rubbish! Obliviate! (this personality was given to me by a friend. thank you, friend.)
Can't-Swim: You've got to be kidding me. What are these things? Inflatable whats? -grimaces as an inner tube is pulled down to his middle- 'It'll be fine, Draco. Stop covering up your nervousness with your smart attitude.' -Harry begins pushing Draco toward the lake- No, I need a second. Just a-- 'In you go!' -is pushed into the shallows- Bastard! -draco thrashes around in the water, overreacting-
Cold: It's so c-chilly out here, Harry. I don't know why you wanted to go outside for this. -gust of wind blows past- Holy s-- Hold me! -buries self underneath Harry's shirt. Harry jumps up unexpectedly- 'Woah, stop! Your hands are freezing, Draco! Geez!'