I'm a homeowner!!!!
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skoosiepantsOkay, well, in about five months. They accepted my offer!!! I'm so excited I could throw up. And I'm going to have to sell my blood to eat, but I have a house! With a big fenced in yard! And a koi pond! And a screened-in porch! And a shed! And grass! And a tree! And a few bushes! And a patio! And walls and rooms and rugs and stuff!
Settlement isn't until the end of March, because they're building a house and I have to pay for my apartment until April so it works out PERFECTLY!
And since I'm feeling extremely gracious, here's a very very very short snippet of what I'm not naming The Commune Story, but it insists on being called that in my head. In other words, the once defunct Blaise/Hermione weirdass story that was once a gift fic.
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Malfoy had been the one blight, the one black spot, in her relationship with Millie.
Since Millicent’s friends had become her friends, it was only natural that her enemies become Hermione’s as well. And Millicent and Malfoy had been feuding since primary school; although she had no idea what exactly sparked their mutual dislike, beyond the fact that the boy was a complete ass.
That he deemed Hermione a ‘commoner’ only sealed the deal.
Malfoy was pale and short, and slept with anyone pretty, irregardless of gender - which excluded Millie, who was brash and solid as a Viking, and Hermione, who had long since given up trying to tame her hair and had little to no fashion sense.
Millicent called him the Mutant Albino Devil and Hermione had often heard the blond refer to Millie as the Sea Hag. Neither of them ever had any underlying fondness in their tones.
Blaise had grown up with Malfoy as well, and Hermione suspected more than friendship lay between them, but she never asked. She didn’t think she really wanted to know.
She was fairly certain they weren’t having sex now, though, but the thought caused her to pause at the end of the driveway for a moment before swallowing hard and rolling the car forward again.
The house was big and pretentious and was guarded by four stone gargoyles that glared at her with frozen snarls as she was buzzed in at the gate. The knocker was easily the size of her head, and a long-faced man with watery blue eyes opened the door nearly expressionless, gesturing her inside with a voice as droll as his employer’s.
“Well, if it isn’t the Sea Hag’s lap dog,” Malfoy sneered, sliding his sunglasses down his nose and arching a disdainful brow as the butler led her out into the solarium.
She wasn’t surprised or hurt by the greeting, and felt a mixture of relief and dismay when she saw that Blaise clearly wasn’t with him.
“He’s here,” Malfoy drawled, smirking.
And then Blaise stepped out of the French doors and blinked at her, harsh winter sun angled bright on his dark face.
They stared at each other silently for a few moments, until Malfoy snorted derisively and Blaise moved towards her, slipping his hands around her back and murmuring “I would’ve come back” softly into her hair.
“Harry told me to grovel,” she said, resting her cheek on his chest and clutching the sides of his shirt.
“Smart lad.” She could feel him grin against her scalp.
“He said fighting about him was stupid.”
“It was,” he agreed.
She took a deep breath. “How long have we been going out?”
He pulled back and cocked his head quizzically, and Hermione had a moment of panic. Oh gods, Harry was completely wrong about this. But then Blaise’s eyes clouded over and he “Hmm’d” a bit and said, almost a question, “August? When I asked you to coffee.”
And somehow the fact that Harry had been right stunned her even more. “But… but we haven’t… I mean. We haven’t even kissed, Blaise.”
“Yes we have.”
She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “On the mouth.”
“You haven’t kissed your girlfriend, Blaise?” Malfoy cut in, sauntering towards them with a hand on his hip, sunglasses dangling from his fingers.
“Slow and steady wins the race, Draco,” Blaise commented, unruffled.
The blond frowned. “And now you’re quoting Aesop. Smooth.” He shifted his focus to Hermione. “Blaise here has been miserable company. He’s in love with you, which is possibly the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard of, but since you’ve made this incredibly rude house guest smile, I’m extending an invitation for dinner.” He turned back to Blaise, one brow arched. “I suggest you be a little more assertive with the Lap Dog, as she’s clearly too much of a peasant to appreciate subtly. Not that I consider four months of some sort of bizarre platonic relationship with your girlfriend at all acceptable.” He patted the black-haired man’s shoulder companionably. “You’re daft, mate.” With one last semi-courteous nod at Hermione, Malfoy strode out of the room.
***
I ended up really liking this Malfoy.
Settlement isn't until the end of March, because they're building a house and I have to pay for my apartment until April so it works out PERFECTLY!
And since I'm feeling extremely gracious, here's a very very very short snippet of what I'm not naming The Commune Story, but it insists on being called that in my head. In other words, the once defunct Blaise/Hermione weirdass story that was once a gift fic.
****
Malfoy had been the one blight, the one black spot, in her relationship with Millie.
Since Millicent’s friends had become her friends, it was only natural that her enemies become Hermione’s as well. And Millicent and Malfoy had been feuding since primary school; although she had no idea what exactly sparked their mutual dislike, beyond the fact that the boy was a complete ass.
That he deemed Hermione a ‘commoner’ only sealed the deal.
Malfoy was pale and short, and slept with anyone pretty, irregardless of gender - which excluded Millie, who was brash and solid as a Viking, and Hermione, who had long since given up trying to tame her hair and had little to no fashion sense.
Millicent called him the Mutant Albino Devil and Hermione had often heard the blond refer to Millie as the Sea Hag. Neither of them ever had any underlying fondness in their tones.
Blaise had grown up with Malfoy as well, and Hermione suspected more than friendship lay between them, but she never asked. She didn’t think she really wanted to know.
She was fairly certain they weren’t having sex now, though, but the thought caused her to pause at the end of the driveway for a moment before swallowing hard and rolling the car forward again.
The house was big and pretentious and was guarded by four stone gargoyles that glared at her with frozen snarls as she was buzzed in at the gate. The knocker was easily the size of her head, and a long-faced man with watery blue eyes opened the door nearly expressionless, gesturing her inside with a voice as droll as his employer’s.
“Well, if it isn’t the Sea Hag’s lap dog,” Malfoy sneered, sliding his sunglasses down his nose and arching a disdainful brow as the butler led her out into the solarium.
She wasn’t surprised or hurt by the greeting, and felt a mixture of relief and dismay when she saw that Blaise clearly wasn’t with him.
“He’s here,” Malfoy drawled, smirking.
And then Blaise stepped out of the French doors and blinked at her, harsh winter sun angled bright on his dark face.
They stared at each other silently for a few moments, until Malfoy snorted derisively and Blaise moved towards her, slipping his hands around her back and murmuring “I would’ve come back” softly into her hair.
“Harry told me to grovel,” she said, resting her cheek on his chest and clutching the sides of his shirt.
“Smart lad.” She could feel him grin against her scalp.
“He said fighting about him was stupid.”
“It was,” he agreed.
She took a deep breath. “How long have we been going out?”
He pulled back and cocked his head quizzically, and Hermione had a moment of panic. Oh gods, Harry was completely wrong about this. But then Blaise’s eyes clouded over and he “Hmm’d” a bit and said, almost a question, “August? When I asked you to coffee.”
And somehow the fact that Harry had been right stunned her even more. “But… but we haven’t… I mean. We haven’t even kissed, Blaise.”
“Yes we have.”
She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “On the mouth.”
“You haven’t kissed your girlfriend, Blaise?” Malfoy cut in, sauntering towards them with a hand on his hip, sunglasses dangling from his fingers.
“Slow and steady wins the race, Draco,” Blaise commented, unruffled.
The blond frowned. “And now you’re quoting Aesop. Smooth.” He shifted his focus to Hermione. “Blaise here has been miserable company. He’s in love with you, which is possibly the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard of, but since you’ve made this incredibly rude house guest smile, I’m extending an invitation for dinner.” He turned back to Blaise, one brow arched. “I suggest you be a little more assertive with the Lap Dog, as she’s clearly too much of a peasant to appreciate subtly. Not that I consider four months of some sort of bizarre platonic relationship with your girlfriend at all acceptable.” He patted the black-haired man’s shoulder companionably. “You’re daft, mate.” With one last semi-courteous nod at Hermione, Malfoy strode out of the room.
***
I ended up really liking this Malfoy.
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Date: 2004-11-18 11:04 am (UTC)So much hilarity can ensue when Ginny is there.
Ever see Monk. I just got the idea of Draco being Monk and Ginny Sharona.
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Date: 2004-11-19 05:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-19 06:08 am (UTC)