Draco threw himself into a seat beside Blaise and Millicent at their table in the library.
“I’ve come to say goodbye,” he announced dramatically.
“Oh Draco,” Millicent said sympathetically. “It’s only been a few days. Can’t you stick it out a little longer?”
“No,” Draco replied. “It was stupid of me to think I could come back here. Everything’s changed. This is no place for someone like me.”
“Don’t be so defeatist,” counselled Blaise.
“Did someone say something?” Millicent asked.
Draco just groaned. “I have to leave. I have to go at once, before I do something stupid. You’ve been here over a week, Millie. You could have warned me!”
“You knew it would be tough coming back, Draco. You can’t blame Millie for that,” said Blaise.
Draco pinched his temple between his two forefingers. “You don’t understand. I came back because mother convinced me that without a complete education I would have no chance of making a future for myself. But I can’t stay. Nothing makes sense any more. None of the values I hold dear are adhered to. The world has run mad!”
“Shhhh, Draco. Madame Pinch will throw us all out!” Millicent hissed.
Blaise rolled his eyes. “Is this because Neville Longbottom is head boy?”
“No. Ludicrous as that is, in the light of recent events … . Well, it makes a sort of sense.”
“Then what the fucks the matter?” Blaise sighed.
Draco takes a deep breath. “Weasley is fit.”
“But Draco,” said Millicent, “Ginny’s always been a very attractive girl. There’s no point getting upset about that now.”
“I don’t. Mean. Ginny,” said Draco in a pained whisper.
“Oh,” said Millicent.
“Oh,” said Blaise, with a smirk. “Do you mean …?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Draco groaned.
Blaise just smirked even more broadly. “I’m sorry Draco. I just don’t understand what your problem is?”
“My problem,” said Draco, his voice rising again, “is that Ronald Weasley, against all laws of decency, probability and reason, has turned out to be fucking gorgeous and I can’t stand it!”
“Oh, Draco.” Millicent patted his hands which were now tightly clasped before him on the desk.
“Well, you know that his brothers Bill and Charlie are supposed to be really hot and we all know that Ginny is very pretty, so it isn’t all that surprising.”
“But it’s Ronald Weasley,” Draco repeats plaintively. “Ronald. Weasley. Is jaw dropping. Mouth watering.” His voice drops to a whisper, “fucking hot, wet dream material.”
Draco suddenly stands up and flings his arms wide. “That’s it. Blaise, kill me now! I’ve got a boner for Ronald Weasley!”
Draco crumples to his seat again. When he speaks again, his voice is high and quavering with constrained emotion. “He might be … he might be.” Draco bites his fist, struggling to control himself. “He might be hotter than me,” he squeezes out.
“Oh, Draco,” says Millicent again, rubbing small circles on his back. Blaise is biting his fist too, but for different reasons.
“I have to go, Mills. I have to go before Ronald Weasley sees me checking out his arse and I have to kill myself.”
“But would that be such a terrible thing, Draco? I mean,” said Millicent, warming to a theme, “how do you think he’d react?”
“He’d be horrified!” Draco replied.
“Really? As horrified as you are to find out that he is spectacularly, shaggably good looking?” “Probably more,” said Draco.
“Well?” Millicent prompted.
“He would be utterly, brain meltingly appalled if he catches me ogling him.”
“He would probably feel like he maybe needs to leave Hogwarts. Or even kill himself?”
“And if I properly cracked on to him. Gave him the old Malfoy charm … .” Draco was nodding now.
“Atta boy, Draco!” Millicent applauded, punching him on the arm.
“Right!” Draco announced rising with alacrity. “I am off, in the spirit of healing and reconciliation, to put my best moves on Ronald, fucking, Weasley!” and Draco sashayed out of the library.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman!” Blaise said, admiringly.
Millicent just smiles an enigmatic, Slytherin smile.
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RON IS HOT FICLET
Date: 2014-02-07 09:52 pm (UTC)Draco threw himself into a seat beside Blaise and Millicent at their table in the library.
“I’ve come to say goodbye,” he announced dramatically.
“Oh Draco,” Millicent said sympathetically. “It’s only been a few days. Can’t you stick it out a little longer?”
“No,” Draco replied. “It was stupid of me to think I could come back here. Everything’s changed. This is no place for someone like me.”
“Don’t be so defeatist,” counselled Blaise.
“Did someone say something?” Millicent asked.
Draco just groaned. “I have to leave. I have to go at once, before I do something stupid. You’ve been here over a week, Millie. You could have warned me!”
“You knew it would be tough coming back, Draco. You can’t blame Millie for that,” said Blaise.
Draco pinched his temple between his two forefingers. “You don’t understand. I came back because mother convinced me that without a complete education I would have no chance of making a future for myself. But I can’t stay. Nothing makes sense any more. None of the values I hold dear are adhered to. The world has run mad!”
“Shhhh, Draco. Madame Pinch will throw us all out!” Millicent hissed.
Blaise rolled his eyes. “Is this because Neville Longbottom is head boy?”
“No. Ludicrous as that is, in the light of recent events … . Well, it makes a sort of sense.”
“Then what the fucks the matter?” Blaise sighed.
Draco takes a deep breath. “Weasley is fit.”
“But Draco,” said Millicent, “Ginny’s always been a very attractive girl. There’s no point getting upset about that now.”
“I don’t. Mean. Ginny,” said Draco in a pained whisper.
“Oh,” said Millicent.
“Oh,” said Blaise, with a smirk. “Do you mean …?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Draco groaned.
Blaise just smirked even more broadly. “I’m sorry Draco. I just don’t understand what your problem is?”
“My problem,” said Draco, his voice rising again, “is that Ronald Weasley, against all laws of decency, probability and reason, has turned out to be fucking gorgeous and I can’t stand it!”
“Oh, Draco.” Millicent patted his hands which were now tightly clasped before him on the desk.
“Well, you know that his brothers Bill and Charlie are supposed to be really hot and we all know that Ginny is very pretty, so it isn’t all that surprising.”
“But it’s Ronald Weasley,” Draco repeats plaintively. “Ronald. Weasley. Is jaw dropping. Mouth watering.” His voice drops to a whisper, “fucking hot, wet dream material.”
Draco suddenly stands up and flings his arms wide. “That’s it. Blaise, kill me now! I’ve got a boner for Ronald Weasley!”
“Quiet, Draco!” Millicent shushes fiercely. “Sit down!”
Draco crumples to his seat again. When he speaks again, his voice is high and quavering with constrained emotion. “He might be … he might be.” Draco bites his fist, struggling to control himself. “He might be hotter than me,” he squeezes out.
“Oh, Draco,” says Millicent again, rubbing small circles on his back. Blaise is biting his fist too, but for different reasons.
“I have to go, Mills. I have to go before Ronald Weasley sees me checking out his arse and I have to kill myself.”
“But would that be such a terrible thing, Draco? I mean,” said Millicent, warming to a theme, “how do you think he’d react?”
“He’d be horrified!” Draco replied.
“Really? As horrified as you are to find out that he is spectacularly, shaggably good looking?”
“Probably more,” said Draco.
“Well?” Millicent prompted.
“He would be utterly, brain meltingly appalled if he catches me ogling him.”
“He would probably feel like he maybe needs to leave Hogwarts. Or even kill himself?”
“And if I properly cracked on to him. Gave him the old Malfoy charm … .” Draco was nodding now.
“Atta boy, Draco!” Millicent applauded, punching him on the arm.
“Right!” Draco announced rising with alacrity. “I am off, in the spirit of healing and reconciliation, to put my best moves on Ronald, fucking, Weasley!” and Draco sashayed out of the library.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman!” Blaise said, admiringly.
Millicent just smiles an enigmatic, Slytherin smile.