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Sickening for a Slytherin
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Notes: This is a set of three ficlets that go together. They were written for 365 Drabbles, Prompts listed on each story.
Sickening for a Slytherin
Prompt: Journal Entry
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Draco frowned when a sheaf of parchment fluttered to his desk. He picked it up carefully, and read it. He blinked. There was a book about Harry Potter? Harry bloody Potter? Several books, it would seem, and he was included. By some adolescent girl who thought he was 'hot'. Well, at least she seemed to have taste. He sneered as he crumpled the parchment, and tossed it into the fire.
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Draco snatched the parchment out of the air as it fluttered down, and read it. Merlin! His Death Eater status is news? After all these years? And what's this about Severus promising to protect him? Merlin, but this child was … ill, surely.
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Draco was beyond annoyed. Every couple of days, he would receive some insipid child's love-lorn ramblings in the guise of journal entries. What's worse, the silly chit was re-hashing incidents that happened during his dread sixth year at Hogwarts. He shuddered at the memory of all that had happened during that horrendous time. How could anyone idolise the arrogant, fearful, horrible child that he was then, all for the sake of 'that silken hair, and those beauteous silver eyes.'
His jaw tightened. “I wish I could meet this fool of a child,” he sneered.
He never heard the snickering 'done' that echoed through the dimensions.
Not What I Was Expecting
Prompt: Run
His heart was pumping, and his lungs were burning. He was pretty sure he'd never run this fast, like, ever in his life. He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten here, but however he'd gotten here, it was all wrong! Nothing had turned out the way it was supposed to, nothing!
Well, Draco was just as hot as he'd always known he'd be, but that was it! And that sneer! It was perfect! Not ever Spike's sneer was that good. Of course, it was aimed at him, but wishes and horses, and all that.
Wishes! That had to be it!
But he hadn't wished for this. Not even in the privacy of his own journal. Not even in his real journal that was hidden under his mattress, with a specially made cloaking spell that he knew he could get to work on the Scooby-mobile, if ever Xander would let him get one, and name it, and …
Oh, right, running!
Distracted Mercy
Prompt: Mercy
In the end, Draco proved himself to be more of a man than Andrew had ever expected him to be. After all, it wasn't Draco's fault that Andrew's private journal had somehow been spelled to send entries to the person he was writing about. (Thank God he'd never gotten around to writing that stuff about Xander!!) And it wasn't Draco's fault that he'd never heard of Wish Demons. And it wasn't Draco's fault that Andrew had conceived the teeniest, tiniest man-crush on a (well, in their dimension, at least) fictional character.
Draco had been merciful. Sarcastic, but merciful. And distracted.
By Xander, as it turned out.
Willow had managed to pretty quickly follow him, and the whole gang had come after him. Well, not Buffy, because she was busy in Rome. And Giles was busy, too, being Mr Super-Watcher in London. But Dawn was there, and Willow, and Xander. Spike, too, but he didn't really help. He was too busy laughing his perfect ass off. Stupid, stinky, uber-hot vampire.
And they had arrived in the nick of time. Draco had finally caught up with him, and was prepared to do Goddess knew what to him, when Xander had bowled out of Willow's portal and commenced to tear proverbial strips off him. In front of Draco. Who was so impressed that he just about propositioned the Slayer's White Knight then and there.
Xander had squinted at the wizard, and had decided that, since he used neither bleach nor gel, wasn't a demon, and didn't want to kill him, his gender didn't actually matter, and maybe his kind of magic would actually behave around the Founding Member Scooby. They'd had a trial kiss, which was drool-worthy even just to watch, and Xander had decided to stay in Draco's dimension for a while. Willow and Dawn had agreed that he needed some time off, and to check in every now and then.
Andrew stiffened his spine, and girded his loins. Metaphorically, anyway. So meeting Draco turned out to be very different to what he'd expected. So one of his favourite, watchable Watchers was staying behind. At least someone got to have some fun. Oooh. And fantasy material!
Notes: This is a set of three ficlets that go together. They were written for 365 Drabbles, Prompts listed on each story.
Sickening for a Slytherin
Prompt: Journal Entry
Dear Diary,
Wow! Just Wow! I got the latest Harry Potter book (or, as I like to think of it, Draco Malfoy is Hot book) and I'm going to lock the door and read.
Well, after I finish this.
Ciao.
Draco frowned when a sheaf of parchment fluttered to his desk. He picked it up carefully, and read it. He blinked. There was a book about Harry Potter? Harry bloody Potter? Several books, it would seem, and he was included. By some adolescent girl who thought he was 'hot'. Well, at least she seemed to have taste. He sneered as he crumpled the parchment, and tossed it into the fire.
Dear Diary,
OMG! He's a Death Eater! Noooo!!! He can't be!!! Well, at least Narcissa got Severus to promise to protect him. Such a relief! That cutie patootie needs someone at his back. Preferably me, but Severus Snape will do.
Ciao.
Draco snatched the parchment out of the air as it fluttered down, and read it. Merlin! His Death Eater status is news? After all these years? And what's this about Severus promising to protect him? Merlin, but this child was … ill, surely.
Draco was beyond annoyed. Every couple of days, he would receive some insipid child's love-lorn ramblings in the guise of journal entries. What's worse, the silly chit was re-hashing incidents that happened during his dread sixth year at Hogwarts. He shuddered at the memory of all that had happened during that horrendous time. How could anyone idolise the arrogant, fearful, horrible child that he was then, all for the sake of 'that silken hair, and those beauteous silver eyes.'
His jaw tightened. “I wish I could meet this fool of a child,” he sneered.
He never heard the snickering 'done' that echoed through the dimensions.
Not What I Was Expecting
Prompt: Run
His heart was pumping, and his lungs were burning. He was pretty sure he'd never run this fast, like, ever in his life. He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten here, but however he'd gotten here, it was all wrong! Nothing had turned out the way it was supposed to, nothing!
Well, Draco was just as hot as he'd always known he'd be, but that was it! And that sneer! It was perfect! Not ever Spike's sneer was that good. Of course, it was aimed at him, but wishes and horses, and all that.
Wishes! That had to be it!
But he hadn't wished for this. Not even in the privacy of his own journal. Not even in his real journal that was hidden under his mattress, with a specially made cloaking spell that he knew he could get to work on the Scooby-mobile, if ever Xander would let him get one, and name it, and …
Oh, right, running!
Distracted Mercy
Prompt: Mercy
In the end, Draco proved himself to be more of a man than Andrew had ever expected him to be. After all, it wasn't Draco's fault that Andrew's private journal had somehow been spelled to send entries to the person he was writing about. (Thank God he'd never gotten around to writing that stuff about Xander!!) And it wasn't Draco's fault that he'd never heard of Wish Demons. And it wasn't Draco's fault that Andrew had conceived the teeniest, tiniest man-crush on a (well, in their dimension, at least) fictional character.
Draco had been merciful. Sarcastic, but merciful. And distracted.
By Xander, as it turned out.
Willow had managed to pretty quickly follow him, and the whole gang had come after him. Well, not Buffy, because she was busy in Rome. And Giles was busy, too, being Mr Super-Watcher in London. But Dawn was there, and Willow, and Xander. Spike, too, but he didn't really help. He was too busy laughing his perfect ass off. Stupid, stinky, uber-hot vampire.
And they had arrived in the nick of time. Draco had finally caught up with him, and was prepared to do Goddess knew what to him, when Xander had bowled out of Willow's portal and commenced to tear proverbial strips off him. In front of Draco. Who was so impressed that he just about propositioned the Slayer's White Knight then and there.
Xander had squinted at the wizard, and had decided that, since he used neither bleach nor gel, wasn't a demon, and didn't want to kill him, his gender didn't actually matter, and maybe his kind of magic would actually behave around the Founding Member Scooby. They'd had a trial kiss, which was drool-worthy even just to watch, and Xander had decided to stay in Draco's dimension for a while. Willow and Dawn had agreed that he needed some time off, and to check in every now and then.
Andrew stiffened his spine, and girded his loins. Metaphorically, anyway. So meeting Draco turned out to be very different to what he'd expected. So one of his favourite, watchable Watchers was staying behind. At least someone got to have some fun. Oooh. And fantasy material!