sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-04-29 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | non-challenge |
Original poster: ficliously
Hi, Newbie here! *waves*
Title: Public Displays of Affection
Rating: PG
Word Count: 803
Challenge: No
Warnings: shrill!Draco
Author's Notes: So I guess this is my first HP fic. Yeah. That said, concrit is strongly appreciated. Also, not beta-ed, so feel free to point out any mistakes. Cheers! :)
"I dunno, mine is harder."
"Well, yeah, but I'm definitely bigger."
"Yes but bigger and softer wouldn't work as well would it?"
"Shut your face, I work just as well as you, don't I Draco?"
Draco Malfoy sighed in exasperation. He was getting really tired of this argument.
"Look, you're both half-troll and you're equally capable of beating someone up. Perferably Scarhead," he added with menace, glaring over at the Gryffindor table. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged at each other and went back to comparing fists.
Twenty minutes later, the Slytherin table was in an uproar. Or at least Draco’s corner was.
“Look at them, it’s disgusting. Isn’t there a rule against Public Displays of Affection?” Cho Chang had caught Harry on his way out of the Hall and was whispering furiously in his ear. Draco watched Harry’s face fall and changed his mind. “Oh, maybe she’s chucked him! That would be just precious, wouldn’t it Vince?”
Crabbe, noting his name with impeccably developed selective hearing, responded with an “oh, yeah. You’re completely right.” Draco wasn’t listening.
“Draco,” Goyle began tentatively.
“Shut up, I’m watching Potter’s life get ruined. Go, Chang, go! I never understood how she could be in Ravenclaw and settle for that thick prat.” Crabbe and Goyle shrugged at each other again and went back to their breakfasts.
A very short while later, they were interrupted by a loud gasp. “What the hell? Chang?! I HAD FAITH IN YOU! PDA, PDA! SOMEBODY GET A TEACHER!” Harry had given Cho a quick peck and a sort of strained smile before exiting the Hall. There was a beat while Draco was enraged and Crabbe was hungry and Goyle was pretty sure he should be having some sort of revelation about his friend right now but couldn’t quite find it. “I think,” Draco informed his friends in somber tones, “that I have been scarred for life. I can’t believe I was just subjected to watching Potter-” and here he cringed, as if readying himself to say something filthy “-kiss someone.”
“Why are you so concerned if Harry kisses someone?” Goyle asked carefully.
When Draco was done giving him a death glare for using Potter’s first name, he replied with, “because it’s disgusting. He’s disgusting, with his disgusting scar and tragic glasses and wierd eyes and stupid, annoying sex hair.”
Crabbe’s excellent hearing device kicked in again. “Sorry, what?”
Draco absolutely refused to blush. He examined his porridge, which had gone cold while he watched Potter do filthy things with Chang. “It’s a figure of speech. Y’know, ‘cause it’s all mussed up and kind of wild, like after... well, you know.” There was silence while Goyle contemplated the feeling nagging at the back of his mind, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and if he could just step in the correct direction he might be safe from discovering something he really didn’t want to know. Before he could decide what to say next, Crabbe pushed him off.
“Did you just use the words ‘sex’ and ‘Potter’ in the same sentence?”
“Actually,” Draco informed him, “I didn’t. The subject was ‘HIS’, it could be any HE.”
“But you were talking about Potter.”
“WELL THANK YOU FOR THAT STUNNING DISPLAY OF INTELLECT, VINCENT, THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY HELPFUL IN POTIONS THE OTHER DAY.” Vince blinked quietly, shrugged (this was a popular action adopted by those who spent too much time around Draco), and decided food was more interesting than his friend’s crisis of word-choice.
“Well,” Goyle said resignedly. He was surprised that he had never noticed before, but then remembered that he was kind of dim. Nonetheless, Potter was a nice chap, and he wished his friend well. “Since Cho obviously just broke up with him... maybe you should go find him?”
Draco’s face lit up. “Excellent idea, Goyle. Best to kick him while he’s down. Oh, maybe it had something to do with the size of his manhood.” And he was gone.