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skoosiepantsI always think I'm going to get so much done during the weekend, but then my boyfriend comes over and brings Miss Hyper-dog and all my time is spent entertaining them, since they can't stand being ignored. It's somewhat annoying. Anyway, I won't be able to write more until tomorrow night, and it's such a shame because I was on a huge roll with Don't Let's Start. So, so close to finishing chapter 7.
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“I’m bored,” Draco stated, lazily pushing his foot off the wooden porch, causing the chair he was ensconced in to rock back with a protesting creak. “More bored than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
Beside him, Dastardly cocked his head, ears pricked and furry brows lifted in curiosity.
“Don’t take it personally,” Draco said to him, tipping a butterbeer to his mouth. “But you’re just a dog, after all.”
Das’ tongue lolled out in what Draco surmised was doggy laughter. And it was at that exact moment that he decided he was rapidly spiraling down into the depths of insanity. Malfoys didn’t talk to dogs.
Although, according to his homicidal father, Malfoys didn’t do a lot of things that Draco did on a daily basis. Fantasize about Ron Weasley, for one. Rescue cats and climb trees and ask Muggle-borns for advice and befriend bluebirds… Adding ‘talking to a dog’ didn’t seem so bad after that. There really wasn’t anything, he thought, that could make Lucius hate him more.
“You’re better than nothing, I suppose,” Draco said resignedly.
The black dog growled.
“Fine, fine,” Draco capitulated with a sigh, then said with forced cheerfulness, “You’re the best possible companion for the current situation.” This seemed to placate the beast, who wasn’t at all adept at picking up on sarcasm.
The dog really was better than nothing, though, and soon Draco found himself on the back lawn, head resting on his hands, a few empty butterbeer bottles scattered around, with Dastardly sprawled similarly beside him. He was well into the third verse of Rum, Rum, the Night’s Full o’ Rum – a terribly catchy tune without much substance – when a shadow fell across him.
“What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?”
Draco sighed into the grass and propped his chin in his hands. “Singing.”
“Yes, I heard,” Harry said, crouching down next to him and palming a discarded bottle. “Are you drunk?”
“Actually no,” the blond drawled, rolling onto his back and blinking up at him. “And I’m not at all surprised that you’d think butterbeer actually contains alcohol.” His voice was dispassionate, with only a hint of dry wit. “I’m bored.” Dastardly barked sharply, and Draco amended, “We’re bored.”
Harry arched a brow, but held out a hand to him. “Come on, then. I’ll save you.”
Draco ignored the hand and clutched his chest, tossing his head back melodramatically. “You can’t help me, Harry,” he cried. “I’m too far gone for you and your enormous head to save.” He sent Harry a disgusted sneer. “Your hero-complex is rapidly getting old, Potter.”
“It was old ten years ago, Malfoy,” Harry said wryly, hand still outstretched. “I would’ve thought you’d noticed.”
Draco rolled his eyes and finally allowed Harry to help him to his feet. “Believe it or not, Potter, but I try to notice as little about you as I possibly can,” he said, brushing off his trousers. “Now what?” he asked, somewhat petulantly.
“Now,” Harry said, clapping his palms together, “we have a little chat.”
“About…?” Draco arched a suspicious brow. He hoped to Merlin the man wasn’t going to give him a belated stay-away-from-Ron speech.
“Your father.” Harry jerked his head towards the back of the house, gesturing for Draco to follow him, and the blond noticed that someone was standing by the door, Auror robes parted and hands stuffed in pockets.
The man was almost as slight as him, with mousy brown hair and a wide smile, and he looked vaguely familiar, though Draco couldn’t quite place him.
“Malfoy,” Harry said as they drew closer, “you remember Colin Creevey, don’t you?”
“Creevey?” Draco asked, lips quirked. “Living your dream, are you, following Potter around?”
Colin’s smile didn’t falter, in fact it widened some as he rocked back o his heels. “You could say that. Good to see you, Malfoy.”
“A shame I can’t return the sentiment.”
“Careful, Malfoy,” Harry admonished. “Colin here is an integral Auror on your case.”
“It’s not my case,” Draco spat out. “My father’s always been a crazy bastard, and I hardly think you want him caught merely because of my safety. I’d never believe that for a minute. I’m a fucking aside, Potter, and if you didn’t want Lucius in custody for his past transgressions against the Order, you wouldn’t care one wit about me.”
“Lucky for you it all goes hand in hand, eh?”
******
A bit rough. *shrugs*
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“I’m bored,” Draco stated, lazily pushing his foot off the wooden porch, causing the chair he was ensconced in to rock back with a protesting creak. “More bored than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
Beside him, Dastardly cocked his head, ears pricked and furry brows lifted in curiosity.
“Don’t take it personally,” Draco said to him, tipping a butterbeer to his mouth. “But you’re just a dog, after all.”
Das’ tongue lolled out in what Draco surmised was doggy laughter. And it was at that exact moment that he decided he was rapidly spiraling down into the depths of insanity. Malfoys didn’t talk to dogs.
Although, according to his homicidal father, Malfoys didn’t do a lot of things that Draco did on a daily basis. Fantasize about Ron Weasley, for one. Rescue cats and climb trees and ask Muggle-borns for advice and befriend bluebirds… Adding ‘talking to a dog’ didn’t seem so bad after that. There really wasn’t anything, he thought, that could make Lucius hate him more.
“You’re better than nothing, I suppose,” Draco said resignedly.
The black dog growled.
“Fine, fine,” Draco capitulated with a sigh, then said with forced cheerfulness, “You’re the best possible companion for the current situation.” This seemed to placate the beast, who wasn’t at all adept at picking up on sarcasm.
The dog really was better than nothing, though, and soon Draco found himself on the back lawn, head resting on his hands, a few empty butterbeer bottles scattered around, with Dastardly sprawled similarly beside him. He was well into the third verse of Rum, Rum, the Night’s Full o’ Rum – a terribly catchy tune without much substance – when a shadow fell across him.
“What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?”
Draco sighed into the grass and propped his chin in his hands. “Singing.”
“Yes, I heard,” Harry said, crouching down next to him and palming a discarded bottle. “Are you drunk?”
“Actually no,” the blond drawled, rolling onto his back and blinking up at him. “And I’m not at all surprised that you’d think butterbeer actually contains alcohol.” His voice was dispassionate, with only a hint of dry wit. “I’m bored.” Dastardly barked sharply, and Draco amended, “We’re bored.”
Harry arched a brow, but held out a hand to him. “Come on, then. I’ll save you.”
Draco ignored the hand and clutched his chest, tossing his head back melodramatically. “You can’t help me, Harry,” he cried. “I’m too far gone for you and your enormous head to save.” He sent Harry a disgusted sneer. “Your hero-complex is rapidly getting old, Potter.”
“It was old ten years ago, Malfoy,” Harry said wryly, hand still outstretched. “I would’ve thought you’d noticed.”
Draco rolled his eyes and finally allowed Harry to help him to his feet. “Believe it or not, Potter, but I try to notice as little about you as I possibly can,” he said, brushing off his trousers. “Now what?” he asked, somewhat petulantly.
“Now,” Harry said, clapping his palms together, “we have a little chat.”
“About…?” Draco arched a suspicious brow. He hoped to Merlin the man wasn’t going to give him a belated stay-away-from-Ron speech.
“Your father.” Harry jerked his head towards the back of the house, gesturing for Draco to follow him, and the blond noticed that someone was standing by the door, Auror robes parted and hands stuffed in pockets.
The man was almost as slight as him, with mousy brown hair and a wide smile, and he looked vaguely familiar, though Draco couldn’t quite place him.
“Malfoy,” Harry said as they drew closer, “you remember Colin Creevey, don’t you?”
“Creevey?” Draco asked, lips quirked. “Living your dream, are you, following Potter around?”
Colin’s smile didn’t falter, in fact it widened some as he rocked back o his heels. “You could say that. Good to see you, Malfoy.”
“A shame I can’t return the sentiment.”
“Careful, Malfoy,” Harry admonished. “Colin here is an integral Auror on your case.”
“It’s not my case,” Draco spat out. “My father’s always been a crazy bastard, and I hardly think you want him caught merely because of my safety. I’d never believe that for a minute. I’m a fucking aside, Potter, and if you didn’t want Lucius in custody for his past transgressions against the Order, you wouldn’t care one wit about me.”
“Lucky for you it all goes hand in hand, eh?”
******
A bit rough. *shrugs*
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Date: 2004-09-18 06:46 pm (UTC)I love it, and can't wait for more.
My friend (the one I got hooked onto Draco/Ron) is sitting next to me and she says SHE can't wait for more.
So now you must... write more that is.
-Jess
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Date: 2004-09-19 06:19 pm (UTC)Draco is bored
Date: 2004-09-18 06:59 pm (UTC)Now I shall go read In Which and Stranded. I love your writing.
~MM
Re: Draco is bored
Date: 2004-09-19 06:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-18 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-19 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-19 06:52 am (UTC)Whoa, that is my life with hubby and kids. *sigh* ;D
I know how it goes, and even when they aren't here, I'm cleaning up after them. Writing is such a pleasurable excape when I can manage it.
Like the new bit here. Draco is so lickable. :D
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Date: 2004-09-19 06:25 pm (UTC)Lickable. I competely agree. Glad you liked this rough bit!
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Date: 2004-09-19 08:44 am (UTC)*lol* Draco speaking with a dog - he must be really bored. But I think he's rather bored than in the company of Harry.
He hoped to Merlin the man wasn’t going to give him a belated stay-away-from-Ron speech.
As if this would have an effect on Draco... *eg* Would only encourage him more. ;-)
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Date: 2004-09-19 06:29 pm (UTC)You're right, Harry protesting would egg him on!
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Date: 2004-09-19 04:53 pm (UTC)can't wait for the next chapter. loved draco's line about the butterbeer and harry. and i was quite curious when you were going to bring in colin because i remember you had mentioned him in an earlier chapter.
"never fear, brooklyn's here!"
amanda
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Date: 2004-09-19 06:31 pm (UTC)Colin! I had to add Colin. He's one of my favs for some reason. I don't know how much of a part other than this little bit he'll have but, *shrugs* at least he showed up :)