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