Arrrr, ye've got me buried treasure!
Sep. 1st, 2004 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsEvenin' folks. I've gotten four more pages of Origin written! Yay!
In a desperate bid to find inspiration, I've been routing around in old disks. Found this bitty crumb in a file labeled "Deleted Twilight of the Dawn." I believe it's a prelude to naughtiness... I seriously don't remember why I took it out, or what I'd really had planned with it. Could make a useful addition to a diff story.
*****
Lucius Malfoy hadn’t been seen nor heard from by the wizarding community in weeks. Rumor amongst the Slytherins was that he was dead, but Draco didn’t believe that for a minute. His mother was being disgustingly vague about everything, and if he didn’t know better, Draco would suspect she’d had a hand in his disappearance.
This was where, Ginny realized later, she’d made a severe tactical error.
Never mock a Malfoy unless you were prepared to face the consequences; and Ginny was in no way prepared for what happened next. He reached out, grabbed hold of her wrist and, without a word, started stalking down the tower steps.
“Malfoy,” Ginny started. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He shot her a glare.
She twisted her arm in his grip. “Are you going to let go, or am I going to have to start yelling for help?”
He stopped midway down the stairwell, pointed his wand to her throat, and before she could protest, said, “Silencio.”
Damn. Ginny lifted a hand to her neck, mouthing obscenities and trying her best not to stumble down the stairs.
Malfoy smiled smugly. “I like you much better this way,” he said.
Ginny glowered at him mutinously and hoped fervently that they’d pass Ron and Harry and that the boys would rip Malfoy limb from limb. She tried to motion for help as he dragged her down the main staircase, but Finch-Fletchly merely cocked his head and gave her an odd sort of half-smile. Malfoy pulled her up to his side and maneuvered his arm around her waist.
“Smile, sweetheart,” he said, smirking.
She bared her teeth.
It was over an hour before dinner, and the corridors were nearly empty as he ‘escorted’ her down to the dungeons.
****
Nothing much else to impart. Waste your time with this.
In a desperate bid to find inspiration, I've been routing around in old disks. Found this bitty crumb in a file labeled "Deleted Twilight of the Dawn." I believe it's a prelude to naughtiness... I seriously don't remember why I took it out, or what I'd really had planned with it. Could make a useful addition to a diff story.
*****
Lucius Malfoy hadn’t been seen nor heard from by the wizarding community in weeks. Rumor amongst the Slytherins was that he was dead, but Draco didn’t believe that for a minute. His mother was being disgustingly vague about everything, and if he didn’t know better, Draco would suspect she’d had a hand in his disappearance.
This was where, Ginny realized later, she’d made a severe tactical error.
Never mock a Malfoy unless you were prepared to face the consequences; and Ginny was in no way prepared for what happened next. He reached out, grabbed hold of her wrist and, without a word, started stalking down the tower steps.
“Malfoy,” Ginny started. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He shot her a glare.
She twisted her arm in his grip. “Are you going to let go, or am I going to have to start yelling for help?”
He stopped midway down the stairwell, pointed his wand to her throat, and before she could protest, said, “Silencio.”
Damn. Ginny lifted a hand to her neck, mouthing obscenities and trying her best not to stumble down the stairs.
Malfoy smiled smugly. “I like you much better this way,” he said.
Ginny glowered at him mutinously and hoped fervently that they’d pass Ron and Harry and that the boys would rip Malfoy limb from limb. She tried to motion for help as he dragged her down the main staircase, but Finch-Fletchly merely cocked his head and gave her an odd sort of half-smile. Malfoy pulled her up to his side and maneuvered his arm around her waist.
“Smile, sweetheart,” he said, smirking.
She bared her teeth.
It was over an hour before dinner, and the corridors were nearly empty as he ‘escorted’ her down to the dungeons.
****
Nothing much else to impart. Waste your time with this.