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By the Sea (Draco/Luna, PG-13)
Title: By the Sea
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 741
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Notes: Written as a teenyfic gift forayida from aiobhe with the prompt Mackled Malaclaw. Originally posted to LJ on 6/18/07
To get right to the point, Draco deserved a holiday.
He'd been working his arse off for what felt like forever, kissing all departments of Ministry arse to get his name back on all the right lists (and out of the gutter) and he was positively exhausted. (Not to mention he desperately needed time away from Potter and the Weasel, bloody ungracious war heroes who kept popping up everywhere.)
A week at the shore would do nicely. The Malfoy family had kept a cottage, unused for many years, but to Draco's relief, he found it was clean and well-stocked with food and supplies—the house-elves had been awaiting their master's return.
The first twenty-four hours passed without incident, and Draco felt his spine beginning to straighten out, his shoulders beginning to relax, his brain beginning to atrophy.
Yes, this would do very nicely indeed.
In the morning, Draco made his way down to the water. He wasn't going to go in it; it was full of seaweed and fish and dirt and mermaid piss and god only knew what else. But it was pretty from the shore, all blue and glinting and going on forever.
Draco set up his chair and umbrella, cast a sunscreen spell, and settled in to further the process of utter relaxation.
He had managed about five minutes of this when the creature came crawling out of the water.
It was like a lobster, but darker in colour, and its claws were oversized to the point of being grotesque. Draco narrowed his eyes at the creature. It was coming towards him. Draco wasn't fond of the notion.
He stood and dragged his chair a few feet away, still watching the creature.
It changed its course and continued dragging itself over the pebbly sand towards Draco.
"Oh, what in bloody hell—" Draco began, and he raised his wand to the creature, but a dreamy voice spoke behind him before he could do anything.
"Don't hurt it, please."
Draco whirled around, upsetting his chair and his umbrella and falling in an ungraceful heap. A young woman was standing, barefoot, a few feet away, staring not at Draco's predicament but at the creature, which was still advancing.
The first words out of Draco's mouth were instinctual:
"What are you doing on my property?"
The woman—Lovegood was her name, he recalled, she worked for that Quibbler rag—only smiled vaguely.
"Just a bit of research. That's a Mackled Malaclaw, there," she said, indicating the creature which was really gaining on Draco.
Draco struggled with the chair and finally stood.
"What is it doing on my property?"
"It's going to bite you, I expect. It seems to have taken a genuine interest in doing so."
Before Draco could react or even shriek like a schoolgirl (which he did a moment later), the Malaclaw put on a sudden burst of speed and did, in fact, bite him rather hard on his bony ankle, then waved its claws menacingly until he backed away, holding his ankle and howling in pain.
"Now, now, crying won't help," said Lovegood, and she bent over his ankle and passed her wand over it a few times. The sting lessened, but the bite was angry red and the Malaclaw was advancing again. Draco struggled as Lovegood wrapped her arms around him, and in a moment she had Apparated them both to the front porch of the cottage.
"It thought that you were on its property," Lovegood said then, pressing a finger to her chin, "And now I'm afraid you're in for a bit of a run of bad luck."
After Draco had finished his bout of shrieking, Lovegood explained that there were a couple of ways to counteract the bite, if he was quite finished.
Draco sulked, but he listened.
"The first is a bit of Felix Felicis," she said. Draco made a face. No one, not even Malfoys, had Felix Felicis just lying around.
Lovegood sighed, then smiled. "All right, lots and lots of sex it is, then. You're lucky I happened by before you were bit. Might've ended up with some crusty old fisherman if it'd been after."
Draco began to protest, then considered, and shrugged.
She wasn't horrible looking, and no one had to know, and apparently it was going to counteract the bite…
Besides, there was more than one way to relax.
Title: By the Sea
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 741
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Notes: Written as a teenyfic gift for
ayida from aiobhe with the prompt Mackled Malaclaw. Originally posted to LJ on 6/18/07To get right to the point, Draco deserved a holiday.
He'd been working his arse off for what felt like forever, kissing all departments of Ministry arse to get his name back on all the right lists (and out of the gutter) and he was positively exhausted. (Not to mention he desperately needed time away from Potter and the Weasel, bloody ungracious war heroes who kept popping up everywhere.)
A week at the shore would do nicely. The Malfoy family had kept a cottage, unused for many years, but to Draco's relief, he found it was clean and well-stocked with food and supplies—the house-elves had been awaiting their master's return.
The first twenty-four hours passed without incident, and Draco felt his spine beginning to straighten out, his shoulders beginning to relax, his brain beginning to atrophy.
Yes, this would do very nicely indeed.
In the morning, Draco made his way down to the water. He wasn't going to go in it; it was full of seaweed and fish and dirt and mermaid piss and god only knew what else. But it was pretty from the shore, all blue and glinting and going on forever.
Draco set up his chair and umbrella, cast a sunscreen spell, and settled in to further the process of utter relaxation.
He had managed about five minutes of this when the creature came crawling out of the water.
It was like a lobster, but darker in colour, and its claws were oversized to the point of being grotesque. Draco narrowed his eyes at the creature. It was coming towards him. Draco wasn't fond of the notion.
He stood and dragged his chair a few feet away, still watching the creature.
It changed its course and continued dragging itself over the pebbly sand towards Draco.
"Oh, what in bloody hell—" Draco began, and he raised his wand to the creature, but a dreamy voice spoke behind him before he could do anything.
"Don't hurt it, please."
Draco whirled around, upsetting his chair and his umbrella and falling in an ungraceful heap. A young woman was standing, barefoot, a few feet away, staring not at Draco's predicament but at the creature, which was still advancing.
The first words out of Draco's mouth were instinctual:
"What are you doing on my property?"
The woman—Lovegood was her name, he recalled, she worked for that Quibbler rag—only smiled vaguely.
"Just a bit of research. That's a Mackled Malaclaw, there," she said, indicating the creature which was really gaining on Draco.
Draco struggled with the chair and finally stood.
"What is it doing on my property?"
"It's going to bite you, I expect. It seems to have taken a genuine interest in doing so."
Before Draco could react or even shriek like a schoolgirl (which he did a moment later), the Malaclaw put on a sudden burst of speed and did, in fact, bite him rather hard on his bony ankle, then waved its claws menacingly until he backed away, holding his ankle and howling in pain.
"Now, now, crying won't help," said Lovegood, and she bent over his ankle and passed her wand over it a few times. The sting lessened, but the bite was angry red and the Malaclaw was advancing again. Draco struggled as Lovegood wrapped her arms around him, and in a moment she had Apparated them both to the front porch of the cottage.
"It thought that you were on its property," Lovegood said then, pressing a finger to her chin, "And now I'm afraid you're in for a bit of a run of bad luck."
After Draco had finished his bout of shrieking, Lovegood explained that there were a couple of ways to counteract the bite, if he was quite finished.
Draco sulked, but he listened.
"The first is a bit of Felix Felicis," she said. Draco made a face. No one, not even Malfoys, had Felix Felicis just lying around.
Lovegood sighed, then smiled. "All right, lots and lots of sex it is, then. You're lucky I happened by before you were bit. Might've ended up with some crusty old fisherman if it'd been after."
Draco began to protest, then considered, and shrugged.
She wasn't horrible looking, and no one had to know, and apparently it was going to counteract the bite…
Besides, there was more than one way to relax.