Who: Draco [ solo RP ] When: Feb. 22nd, 2003 Where: His flat What: Bitching at his house guest Rating: PG, and full of LoLz Status: Complete
"Bloody hell, how did you get up there?" He asked, staring up at the kitchen cabinet. A pair of blue eyes stared back at him. Glared, was more like it. The two stared off until Draco got frustrated and leaned back against the counter. "I'm not getting you down."
They were currently in day two of the visit. Draco was just glad it was only temporary. Hopefully Asteria would have better luck with this creature, because he certainly wasn't making a best friend here. Two days ago it seemed like a brilliant idea for a birthday present. Draco knew Asteria hated her birthday, and wanted to try to help her enjoy it by getting her a really great present that would last her through many birthdays to come. He'd wanted her to think of him whenever she saw her present, until now. He wasn't so sure anymore, given that the thing was a demon. Maybe it was because they were both alpha males. Draco was used to being the alpha male. He did not like to share his territory.
"Look, you demon spawn. I'm not going to have you in the cabinets getting hair all over the bloody dishes," he spat out. He watched the thing tiptoe around on the top of the cabinet, mocking him with his stare.
The two stared off for another good twenty minutes.
"Fine. Be that way." Draco drew his wand and levitated the creature off the cabinet and over towards him. This was a huge mistake, because as soon as it was in his arms, Draco felt its claws rip through his sleeve and the sting of his skin being scratched. He cursed and was tempted to throw the thing across the room. But this was Asteria's gift. While he could probably get rid of it and buy her something else, something told him not to. "One more bloody day, then you'll be someone else's problem. But with my luck you'll be sweet to her. And you will be, if you know what's good for you. Shred her arm and I'll make you into a scarf."
The thing growled at him. Draco growled back and carried it back into the livingroom, putting it down on the couch where it quickly proceeded to shred one of his throw pillows. His eyebrow twitched. "I'm going to bed, you creature from hell."
Draco filed into his bedroom and changed his clothes, throwing out his now ruined 6,500 galleon shirt. He could only imagine what that thing was doing to his flat while he laid in bed. But he was convinced that it was going to try to kill him in his sleep. Still, somehow, he managed to doze off. About an hour later, he was awakened to the feeling of something crawling up the bed beside him. This was it. The demon spawn was going to make its finishing move. Draco couldn't reach his wand from where he was, so he just laid there and shut his eyes tightly. And felt warmth. Something warm was pressed into his side, and it was vibrating. No, it was purring. He blinked repeatedly, convinced he was losing it. But he didn't dare move, for fear that the beast would strike. It didn't, though. The beast slept next to him for the rest of the night. Draco even drifted back off to sleep at one point.