Millicent Bulstrode (dark_bulstrode) wrote in slytherins_etc, @ 2008-08-27 03:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, millicent bulstrode |
Who: Millicent and Draco
Where: the common room or his dorm room
When: afternoon - 1995
Warning: mild - for language
Rating: PG-13-ish
Note: This was played on AIM a while ago...I thought it was amusing, so I posted per SG's request. :D Rabbit, if you want we can continue it in comments. Up to you.
Draco: what's with the pouty face?
Mil: no one loves me
Draco: bullshite. I love you, remember?
Mil: *glare* not like that
Draco: ah well... why don't you go out and find someone, then?
Mil: too much trouble
Draco: well, you can't just sit around hoping to be swept away.
Mil: *snort*
Draco: you can't.
Mil: *mutters*
Draco: hm?
Mil: nothing
Draco: come ooooon
Mil: *makes a zipping motion over her lips*
Draco: *rolls his eyes*
Mil: *smiles sweetly*
Draco: *sighs* You want me to fix you up?
Mil: *snorts* who do you know that I don't?
Draco: maybe I have a really cute neighbour?
Mil: Right. Sure you do
Draco: or a really yummy stable boy named Fernando. *snickers*
Mil: You are such an arse...I don't know why I'm friends with you
Draco: because everyone else are even bigger arses.
Mil: *snorts* You've got that right. Miles is the biggest one of all
Draco: what did he do?
Mil: What hasn't he done?
Draco: tell me... I obviously don't know.
Mil: He does a wonderful job of leading me on like he cares and then poof he's gone...
Draco: *sighs* Well, what did you expect from a bloke like him? Honestly, you always choose the rotten eggs.
Mil: You don't have to tell me that! I know it better than anyone
Draco: why don't you do something about it, then?
Mil: Like what?
Draco: like find a nice bloke.
Mil: *snort*
Draco: I'm telling you, that's what you should do.
Mil: A nice bloke that isn't gay...yeah that's like trying to find a snitch in a violent rain storm
Draco: I'm a nice bloke!
Mil: Yes, sometimes, but you're not fuckable
Draco: I totally am !
Mil: Not by me you aren't!
Draco: Well... maybe not. But you should just go out there and find someone exactly like me. *smirks*
Mil: Not EXACTLY...I want to be able to fuck him at least
Draco: why shouldn't you be able to do that?
Mil: What?
Draco: why shouldn't you be able to shag him if he's like me?
Mil: You're missing the point!
Draco: which is?
Mil: if he's exactly like you...he'd be gay!
Draco: *flushes* He will not! I'm not.... gay!
Mil: You are so! You don't want to shag me, so therefore you are
Draco: *flushes even more* NOT! Just because I don't want to shag you, it doesn't mean I'm gay! Maybe you're just not my type, or I wouldn't want to compromise our friendship by sleeping with you.
Mil: I don't believe you for one second.
Draco: *narrows eyes* I am not gay!
Mil: Oh come here...*holds out arms*
Draco: what? If I hug you without humping your leg, that makes me gay, too?
Mil: I was just going to coddle you...*puts arms down, crossing them over her chest* But if you don't want me to pet your hair...
Draco: Hm. Alright, but no more Draco's-gay-talk!
Mil: *mutters* Even if you really are...
Draco: I HEARD THAT!
Mil: I didn't say anything!
Draco: Yes, you did and you know it! Alright, give me one proof that I'm gay.
Mil: That dreamy look you get sometimes...I know you're thinking about guys...
Draco: that's not a proof. I could be thinking about that 7th year with the big knockers.
Mil: You wouldn't know a set of knockers if they were pressed in your face
Draco: Sure I would. *pokes one of Mil's* There.
Mil: And you probably wouldn't even know what to do with them
Draco: *blushes a bit* Sure I do.
Mil: *arches a brow*
Draco: Okay, I haven't got a clue, but that's just because I've never been with a girl.
Mil: And you never want to be with a girl...admit it
Draco: I didn't say that! I'm just... saving myself for the right one.
Mil: And the right one could be standing right in front of you waving her arms around and you'd never know it
Draco: *sighs* what's that supposed to mean? Of course, I'd know.
Mil: It means exactly what I've said
Draco: *groans* I'm not gay!
Mil: *sighs*
Draco: *looks stubborn*
Mil: Did you snog Pansy?
Draco: *makes a face* Yuck! No!
Mil: Crabbe? Goyle? Daphne Greengrass?
Draco: No!
Mil: *laughs* No to all of them or just to the first one?
Draco: all of them!
Mil: *continues laughing* What about Tracey or Sally-Anne?
Draco: No.
Mil: Oh come on! No one?
Draco: *blushes a bit* I never snogged anyone, okay?
Mil: What a shame...what a waste...
Draco: I'm going to!
Mil: Well? What are you waiting for? Oh...I forgot...the right girl...
Draco: Yeah..
Mil: I still don't believe you
Draco: *sighs* Why not?
Mil: Because if you weren't gay...you'd at least have tried to kiss someone - hell, anyone by now
Draco: *crosses his arms* Like I said, I'm waiting for the right one. I'm a Malfoy, you know, I can't just shag around like the rest of you. Father would be furious if he knew I was doing that. It would be like soiling the family honour, or something.
Mil: oh right...you're so much more well bread than the rest of us...*sniffs, poking her nose in the air*
Draco: I didn't say that! But that's how my family thinks.
Mil: Yes, no sinking to our level
Draco: *shrugs* That's just what my family says. They're really uptight about upholding family honour and stuff.
Mil: *eye roll*
Draco: *sighs* that's just how it is.
Mil: so no snogging then?
Draco: *shakes his head*
Mil: That's a shame
Draco: *shrugs* Just how it is.
Mil: Such a waste
Draco: well, I'll snog the girl I'm going to marry.
Mil: An arranged marriage??
Draco: No. I'll find a girl I want, and then Father will approve of her. Or not.
Mil: I don't see your father as thinking anyone's worthy of you
Draco: well, he'll have to if he want to continue the family.
Mil: Ah well...perhaps he will give in eventually
Draco: he'll have to if he wants an heir.
Mil: I'm sure it will be amusing to watch
Draco: watch what?
Mil: You trying to act like you fancy your wife
Draco: *sighs* Give it a rest already.
Mil: I live to try to break you and you know it
Draco: fine.
Mil: I love you too
Draco: I'd love you even more if you'd stop calling me gay.
Mil: Fine, you're the straightest guy I know who won't sleep with me
Draco: *snorts* That's better
Mil: Even if it's not true
Draco: *frowns* fuck you.
Mil: If only!
Draco: *turns around* Just leave me alone, Mil.
Mil: Oh come here, Draco! You know I do it just to get you to use language like that
Draco: *shrugs*
Mil: *walks up behind him, fluffing his hair up*
Draco: stop that!
Mil: *flattens his hair, but still runs her fingers through it* You can't be mad at me forever
Draco: No, but I can be for the next 10 minutes.
Mil: *whispers in his ear* I'll give you the next ten seconds...how about that?
Draco: then you better make it up to me fast
Mil: What do you want then?
Draco: you'll have to figure that out yourself.
Mil: *continues to stroke his hair* Don't make me pout
Draco: you pouting won't make me feel any better
Mil: what if i make funny faces?
Draco: *shakes his head*
Mil: Well...you don't want me to snog you senseless, so what's left?
Draco: apologise, for example.
Mil: i'm sorry?
Draco: try more convincing. Like you actually mean it.
Mil: *sighs* I'm sorry...will you forgive me?
Draco: *turns and smiles slightly* You're forgiven.
Mil: *throws her arms around him, petting his hair*
Draco: *hugs her*
Mil: *snuggles against him, messing up his hair*
Draco: *snickers a bit*
Mil: What's the snickering for?
Draco: you
Mil: *pulls back to pout at him*
Draco: *pats her on the head, snickering* come on...
Mil: *pokes her lip out more* What?
Mil: Why? You don't like my pouting?
Draco: no, it makes me feel bad
Mil: You should feel bad...keeping secrets from me
Draco: I'm not keeping secrets from you.
Mil: Sure you aren't
Draco: *rolls his eyes* Would you just stop it already? I have no idea what I have to deal with!
Mil: Now you know how I feel. *sticks out her tongue at him*
Draco: *snarls* You don't know anything!
Mil: *pets his hair*
Draco: *knocks her hand away*
Mil: What if I told you my secret...
Draco: then what?
Mil: Would you tell me yours?
Draco: No way.
Mil: Fair enough *turns to walk off*
Draco: Look.. I can't tell you mine. It would mean trouble for both me and someone else. Big trouble.
Mil: My secret would make you hate me, so it's just as well
Draco: I would never hate you.
Mil: You say that now
Draco: I swear.
Mil: It doesn't matter
Draco: well, my secret would disgust you and freak you out.
Mil: Maybe...you never know
Draco: I do know. Trust me.
Mil: I don't trust anyone, you know that
Draco: not even me?
Mil: not even you
Draco: Why not?
Mil: Because you'd hate me
Draco: I wouldn't fucking hate you! Now, would you just tell me the stupid secret already?
Mil: What would you say if you found out that I wasn't a pureblood?
Draco: *looks a bit uncomfortable* What? you're not a Muggleborn, are you?
Mil: what if I was?
Draco: you are?
Mil: Just answer the question
Draco: then I'd be surprised.
Mil: just surprised?
Draco: well.... yeah. I always thought you were Pureblood.
Mil: you wouldn't hate me then?
Draco: what? I'm just supposed to erase years of friendship just because of blood?
Mil: It's what your father would do
Draco: But I'm not my father.
Mil: *sighs*
Draco: come on.. tell me.
Mil: I'm not a muggleborn
Draco: then what?
Mil: but i'm not a pureblood either
Draco: so you're a Half-blood.
Mil: *whispers* yes...
Draco: *bites his lip not to snort* so that's your big secret?
Mil: well...sort of yes
Draco: sort of? There's more?
Mil: maybe
Draco: *sighs* Come on..
Mil: One secret a night, that's my limit
Draco: Fine
Mil: now you really don't want to snog me, do you? *smirks*
Draco: *grins a bit* I didn't want to before, and I don't want to now
Mil: I'm absolutely crushed, just so you know
Mil: *rolls eyes*
Draco: *smirks wider*
Mil: you are arrogant
Draco: Yes.
Mil: *snorts*
Draco: come on, tell me the rest of your secret