British Idiot
Chapter One: British Idiot
Everyone in the whole world were being idiots that day. Well, at least according to the brooding 17- year-old Draco Malfoy. Snape, for taking his glory- he blushed a dull pink for thinking about his first mission- Voldemort, for not summoning him after the first disastrous mission, and his mother for ordering a house-elf to keep her up to date with every single happening in his life.
He was currently at his flat in the bustling city of Muggle Paris. He was placed here by Voldemort, and had not been called on since.
'If only something interesting happened around here,' he thought sullenly as he turned on his newly gained Hi-Fi iPod (Christmas present from Fenrir- for giving him the "tastiest flesh he has ever tasted". Greyback's words, not Draco's. Just rubbing in the fact that six first years were turned into werewolves during the lightning- struck tower battle.) Green Day blasted through his ears, completely numbing all of his senses and rendering him sensless.
Draco searched through the channels on the television, found a good jackass show, and watched as American Muggles ate steak cooked under sulphuric acid. He smirked, they vomited, and all was right in his world. He plunged his hand in a shopping bag, and upon finding out that all of his Ho-Hos were gone, called for the bumbling house-elf that was supposed to be watching over him (actually laughing next to Draco and watching jackass) to get the juink- food that he had soon gotten an absurd addiction for. He loved its creaminess (his words, not mine).
Once Draco's storage of Ho-Hos were replenished, he and the house-elf watched jackass.
Author's Note- Yes, I know, tiny chappie. Revus would help me update...