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In honor of the film coming out and everthing...
A Portion of Your Unblessed Hope
by slytheringambitbilly
~
When you peel away the mask of sarcasm, Draco Malfoy is really a
decent sort of guy.
Or not.
Actually, when you peel away the mask of sarcasm, Draco Malfoy is still a very visually appealing snob, liar, coward, and snitch, without the leavening effect of a sense of humor.
Okay, try again. With feeling.
When you look beneath the surface layer of vanity, golden hair, undulating lean muscle under shimmering pale satin skin…
Wait, wait. Regroup. Rethink. Salivate a little.
In spite of a history of self-serving viciousness, Draco Malfoy is a gentle, loving creature at heart. Who has been victimized by the familial expectations levied on his well-formed shoulders. And really, really wants to be good, if he only thought he could fit in with the good boy crowd.
Fine, the shoulders bit is true. What else?
“Harry, have you finished the essay yet?”
“Erm, Hermione, of course, just a minute. Tell you what, I’ll meet you in the common room with it, yeah?”
“You haven’t finished it at all, have you? Are you going to just keep *using* him then, Harry?”
“If I say ‘yes, of course I am,’ will you excuse me from writing this bloody essay?”
“Harry! Of course not. I won the bet fair and square, and besides, if you don’t learn to treat Draco as more than a piece of sexually available trash I *will* tell Ron the two of you are shagging like minks under the bleachers every Tuesday. It’s quite terrible, the way you treat him.”
“Remind me never to play Cripple Mister Onion with you again.”
“Oh, Harry, is it so hard to see some good in him? Surely Malfoy can’t be completely evil. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sleeping with him, would you? And please don’t answer that last if the answer is yes.”
“…”
[sigh] “Oh, all right. Forget the essay. But you need to at least try to win your boyfriend… yes he *is* your boyfriend, Harry Potter… away from the Death Eaters. Or you know you’ll have to face him in battle eventually.”
[snort] “Fine, Hermione, you’ve made your point. I promise I’ll attempt to sweep Draco Malfoy off his wicked feet and save him from himself. Is that romantic enough for you?”
“Yes. And you can laugh it up all you want, Harry, but I know you have deeper feelings for him than you let on. … Can I see what you’ve got so far?”
“No! I’m going to Quidditch practice, before you can talk me into any more hopeless quests. Hmmph. Women. It’s enough to turn a man to other men…”
“…”
[slam]
[rustle rustle]
“Did he take the paper with him?”
“I’m afraid he did, Draco.”
“Oh, rotten luck. Thanks anyway, ever so much Hermione. You aren’t such a bad sport after all, you know. I’d kiss you if I liked girls.”
“Are you sure this is what you wanted? He does seem a little… unromantic.”
[breathy sigh] “Oh, I’m certain enough. He loves me, he just doesn’t know it yet. And, here, I almost forgot the Card Trick potion I promised you.”
“Thanks! Now, I really must go meet Ron for the weekly Hot Poker game. Ta Draco! And don’t let him treat you like dirt.”
“Bye, ‘Mione.” [another breathy sigh] [light slam]
“That little… so that’s how she does it. And to think Harry thinks I don't know about him and the ferret... Just you wait, Hermione Granger, this is one game of Hot Poker that you *aren’t* going to win.”
~
And they all lived happily ever after. Or so Draco says, although if rumors are true I should perhaps not believe him.
'Night, folks.
A Portion of Your Unblessed Hope
by slytheringambitbilly
~
When you peel away the mask of sarcasm, Draco Malfoy is really a
decent sort of guy.
Or not.
Actually, when you peel away the mask of sarcasm, Draco Malfoy is still a very visually appealing snob, liar, coward, and snitch, without the leavening effect of a sense of humor.
Okay, try again. With feeling.
When you look beneath the surface layer of vanity, golden hair, undulating lean muscle under shimmering pale satin skin…
Wait, wait. Regroup. Rethink. Salivate a little.
In spite of a history of self-serving viciousness, Draco Malfoy is a gentle, loving creature at heart. Who has been victimized by the familial expectations levied on his well-formed shoulders. And really, really wants to be good, if he only thought he could fit in with the good boy crowd.
Fine, the shoulders bit is true. What else?
“Harry, have you finished the essay yet?”
“Erm, Hermione, of course, just a minute. Tell you what, I’ll meet you in the common room with it, yeah?”
“You haven’t finished it at all, have you? Are you going to just keep *using* him then, Harry?”
“If I say ‘yes, of course I am,’ will you excuse me from writing this bloody essay?”
“Harry! Of course not. I won the bet fair and square, and besides, if you don’t learn to treat Draco as more than a piece of sexually available trash I *will* tell Ron the two of you are shagging like minks under the bleachers every Tuesday. It’s quite terrible, the way you treat him.”
“Remind me never to play Cripple Mister Onion with you again.”
“Oh, Harry, is it so hard to see some good in him? Surely Malfoy can’t be completely evil. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sleeping with him, would you? And please don’t answer that last if the answer is yes.”
“…”
[sigh] “Oh, all right. Forget the essay. But you need to at least try to win your boyfriend… yes he *is* your boyfriend, Harry Potter… away from the Death Eaters. Or you know you’ll have to face him in battle eventually.”
[snort] “Fine, Hermione, you’ve made your point. I promise I’ll attempt to sweep Draco Malfoy off his wicked feet and save him from himself. Is that romantic enough for you?”
“Yes. And you can laugh it up all you want, Harry, but I know you have deeper feelings for him than you let on. … Can I see what you’ve got so far?”
“No! I’m going to Quidditch practice, before you can talk me into any more hopeless quests. Hmmph. Women. It’s enough to turn a man to other men…”
“…”
[slam]
[rustle rustle]
“Did he take the paper with him?”
“I’m afraid he did, Draco.”
“Oh, rotten luck. Thanks anyway, ever so much Hermione. You aren’t such a bad sport after all, you know. I’d kiss you if I liked girls.”
“Are you sure this is what you wanted? He does seem a little… unromantic.”
[breathy sigh] “Oh, I’m certain enough. He loves me, he just doesn’t know it yet. And, here, I almost forgot the Card Trick potion I promised you.”
“Thanks! Now, I really must go meet Ron for the weekly Hot Poker game. Ta Draco! And don’t let him treat you like dirt.”
“Bye, ‘Mione.” [another breathy sigh] [light slam]
“That little… so that’s how she does it. And to think Harry thinks I don't know about him and the ferret... Just you wait, Hermione Granger, this is one game of Hot Poker that you *aren’t* going to win.”
~
And they all lived happily ever after. Or so Draco says, although if rumors are true I should perhaps not believe him.
'Night, folks.
