If You Play With Knives, You Wind Up Stabbed
By KrzyeeFyr
Disclaimer- I own nothing, I rent. But I sure wish I owned Dan Radcliffe…-drools-
A/N- Thanks go out to the lovely, the talented Freya (DracosBaby07) for help with this really pathetic attempt at literature. –thanks- okay, enough about Freya and on with my story! Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh!
Summery- With a surprise turn of events, Draco Malfoy ends up at the Dursley's house with Harry (not like that, folks…well, maybe -briefly considers-). One-shot HPDM
Does not follow HBP….One-shot
"Damn it, Potter," Draco Malfoy growled as he dodged yet another blow from Harry Potter, a.k.a. The-Boy-Who-Will-Not-Die.
"Well…"Harry Potter said dumbly," You…shouldn't have stepped on my toe!"
"Man, you really are stupid!" With this, Draco picked up a kitchen knife from the Dursley's counter and hurled it at the cupboard above Harry's head.
"Hey! Not fair! You never said we could use random objects from the kitchen!"
"Well, you can," Draco said rather lamely.
So Harry picked up the nearest kitchen appliance and attempted to launch it at Draco. It was a blender. It was still plugged-in.
-Flashback-
"But, Mum! I don't want to go spend the summer with Harry Pothead!"
"It's for your own good, child!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled back at her son. "If you don't go I'll… I'll… I'll… I'll take away your allowance!"
So Draco Malfoy went to live with Harry Potter and the Dursleys for the summer.
-Flash forward-
Draco slunk (A/N- yes I did say slunk) over to the counter where the blender sat, unplugged it and flung it across to Harry.
(A/N- the blender didn't go very far the first time! Hee hee!)
Harry, now holding his head, dashed to the hall closet.
"Oh, give me a break! You're such a wuss, Potter!"
Now, Harry still having a small amount of pride left came out of the closet (A/N- hee hee lol) and stalked toward the front door, intending to go out. Draco, however, had different ideas. He picked up another knife and pelted it at Harry foot.
"Don't you walk away from me!"
Harry, now in intense anguish, yowled in pain.
"Malfoy, you slimy, evil, greasy git!"
"Oh, go swallow a knife!" and Draco walked past Harry and out the front door.
A/N- This is my first story, and I was under the influence of extreme sleep deprivation at the time of writing. Please be gentle with reviews…
KrzyeeFyr