Pretty Words
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Title: Conflict
Word Count: 345
"You're what?"
"I am in a relationship with Draco." Harry repeated calmly.
"Wh- what?" Ron spluttered. "But Harry!"
"What, Ron?" he asked testily.
"How could you? It's Malfoy!"
"I know that," he snapped. "I've only been sleeping with him for the past three weeks. You'd think I'd know if someone was in my bed."
"But Harry! It's Malfoy!"
"What's wrong with him?"
"What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? What's wrong with you? It's Malfoy, Harry, Malfoy!"
"Ron, would you quit screeching about Malfoy and tell me what you bloody well object to!" It seemed he'd lost his patience. He ought to keep it on a leash, the way it kept on running off without him.
"Look, Harry, it's not that I mind that you're gay, it's about bloody time, what with that fiasco with Ginny, but it's Malfoy I object to!"
"And what, exactly, is wrong with Draco?"
"He's a right foul git is what he is! A bloody ponce! You remember in Hogwarts, the way he'd always be on our backs about something, always trying to get us expelled and taunting us about anything he could think of! He nearly got Hagrid fired! He helped kill Dumbledore! He was a fucking Death Eater!"
"Ron, you know as well as I do that that was Lucius' fault. You were the at the trial! He Imperiused his own son, Ron! Draco was an innocent!"
"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still a git! Even after Lucius Malfoy was Kissed, he was still lording it over us- he still went and sat tight with the purebloods and the rest of the Ministry!
"That may be," Harry said speculatively, watching inscrutably as Draco shrunk down on the seat next to him, wilting under Ron's glare, subconsciously preparing himself to flee. "Draco may well be a complete and utter arse, a pompous prat and a right foul git, but dammit, Ron, he's my git."
Draco sat up, his smile shining brightly.
Harry grinned and kissed him.
Ron groaned, gently slipping into unconsciousness.
Sucker.
:)
I reckon that this is the first drabble that doesn't touch on the darker spectrum of life. It's sheer... fluff. Fluffy fluffy sugary fluffy saccharine fluffiness, slightly reminiscent of my Latin teacher, whose voice is slightly reminiscent of Umbridge. *Shudders*
Anyways, do you want to do something useful with your time and review? Because if you ask me, I think that you lot are awfully lazy and absolutely dreadful when it comes to timekeeping. I mean, honestly! You could have been washing your dog or doing your homework- not that I believe in the usefulness of such a ridiculous concept- or hell, even begging your parents for more money, which is always productive if you do it the right way. But instead, you sit around, reading fics, and not even bothering to review. Come on guys, if there is anything more useful and time-fulfilling than a review, I will pretend to accede defeat. Pretend. Key word, there. :P
And how exciting? I've just realised that people anywhere can read your stories. :O Even people who live in places you never even hear of- like Tajikistan (which is south of Kyrgyzstan, which is awesome sheerly because it's only got one vowel and my computer doesn't even recognise it)- could possibly read this. Provided they have the necessary tools to access it (like a laptop/phone/Apple product) and wifi/internet access. That is so fucking damn cool. I got a hit from some person in the Bahamas. That's freaking epic. I don't even know where the Bahamas is. I 3 you, random person from the Bahamas. :)
Disclaimer: No. I don't own. Fuck off, you miserable sodding twats who live to make my life unendurable because of potential- and completely unnecessary and ludicrous- threats to my money, my life, and my happiness. How am I supposed to survive if I have to say that I. Don't. Fucking. Own. Harry. Potter. ? I mean, seriously. That's so depressing.
I hope to emulate you someday.
Peace.