FridayOnly Week 5 – Prompt: Phobias

He never understood people with a fear of brooms, apparating, or of the floo network; people that would rather travel for hours by thestarl drawn carriage or walk rather than go by one of the quicker wizarding methods of conveyance.

However there was one such fear that he not only understood, he shared; muggle cars. True he hated muggles in general. But cars, they were the worst sort of muggle creations possible. They always moved too fast and the drivers never seemed to know where they were going or how to get there. They were nothing more than intricate bombs with ignorant, boorish muggles behind the wheel in his honest, if bias, opinion.

Yes, if there was one thing Draco Malfoy was truly afraid of, cars were defiantly it. The Dark Lord himself couldn't and didn't make him shake with fear quite the way the mere thought of riding in a car did.

Yet, here he was, behind the wheel of the infernal contraption. Why? Because he had let Zabini talk him into it over far too many glasses of fire whiskey. Now he was out several thousand galleons too augment to the entire nightmare.