Draco stalked across the now empty common room towards his favorite chair. Upon reaching it he sat and stared into the fire that was burning cheerfully, a complete contrast to his current mood. Draco's particularly dark mood had been caused when he learned something horrible; some fangirl had decided to write a fanfiction using him.
'This is all Potter's fault!" He thought while clenching his fists. 'Although, he does have a nice ass- Fuck! It's already starting.'
Draco stood and started to pace, he didn't want his last night of canon characterization to be ruined by thoughts of Potter's body. Being interpreted as the Syltherin sex-god he could handle, really being a nice but abused boy he could handle, but being Harry Potters lover? It was just too much! He couldn't allow it… he wouldn't, but how to prevent it from happening?
He smirked as an idea struck him, he might not be able to prevent that damned fangirl from writing a fanfic, but he could sure as hell stop her from writing one about him and Potter. The more he thought about it the better his idea seemed, yes, it was the all purpose solution. He'd just kill Potter! He'd been meaning to kill him anyways, it would make life so much easier. With a grin Draco left the room, his mood was improving already!