Post by Elienp on Dec 13, 2011 8:31:12 GMT -8
Title: Not so stupid
Rating: T
Word Count: 791
Warnings (if any): none
Challenge # 2
There was another couple kissing under the stupid mistletoe. The two young lovers, happy to kiss freely in the middle of the corridor, were making the kiss last more than necessary, all the time blocking the way.
Draco loudly stamped, yet it didn't make them move. Those first year students, slytherin or not, were really getting on his nerves and when he saw the boy lowering his hand farther toward the bottom of his partner, Draco couldn't restrain himself from growling. This was neither the place nor the time for Salazar's sake!
The youngsters jumped in surprise, having not been aware of his presence till he had made it obvious. The girl quickly covered her reddening face in shame before disappearing from his sight. The boy lasted a little longer, trying to find the words which would save them from the infamous blond's wrath.
“Get out of my way,” Draco said harshly, “I've already forgotten your faces,” he added in a lower tone, even he didn't feel like being mean at Christmas.
The boy flashed him a goofy smile before disappearing too – he'd been lucky the Slytherin Prince was in a good day, yet he wouldn't push his luck further by staying near him any longer.
Draco sighed, sometimes being feared was tiring, and frustrating, and annoying. He shook his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sometimes he wished he were able to walk through Hogwarts without being avoided by everyone, really, it wasn't pleasant to know they walked aside not because they respected him, but because he scared – terrified even for some – them.
'And sometimes it is,' he thought as he bumped into somebody. Whoever they were couldn't they have seen he was walking with closed eyes? Couldn't they have moved aside?
Not caring about who the fool was, Draco tried to step away, but found that both his feet were stuck to the ground. It couldn't be they had collided under the damned plant, could it?
Full of hope – and worry – Draco raised his head. He stamped like a kid when he saw some green above him.
“What the h-”
“Do not be harsh at Christmas, Saint Nicolas wouldn't be pleased and would reduce the amount of presents you are supposed to get this year,” Luna casually said while putting back her spectacles correctly.
“What?” was the only thing Draco was able to reply. Taken aback by the girl's reflection – and by the fact she was the one he had collided and was stuck with under the mistletoe – his eyes had grown as wide as a quaffle.
“Saint Nicolas is always generous, but less with children who use bad words,” she told him as if it was common knowledge.
Draco blinked in an exaggerated way. Had he just been called a child?
“I think the mistletoe won't allow us to leave before we respect the custom. Would you please stop making such a face! You'll make him wither!”
“The mistletoe?” Draco frowned, since when the plant had become a person?
“But of course! He'll be upset if you don't share the magic atmosphere of the season he belongs to.”
Draco, startled by her words, suddenly forgot all about his previous irritation and raised an eyebrow.
“That's much better,” Luna smiled, satisfied that his frown had disappeared.
He gaped at her. Had her smile always been so warm?
“I apologize, I need to hurry I wouldn't want to be late. Even if Saint Nicolas doesn't appreciate people who are in a bad mood at this time of the year, I doubt he'd dare reduce the number of Professor McGonagall's presents. I think she doesn't really care about what he could do, beside she'd more likely punish him if he dared.”
Draco kept silent. What could he say?
Luna didn't wait for a reaction, she probably didn't except one in particular. She raised on her tiptoes and lightly pressed her lips against his.
“Merry Christmas Draco,” she murmured tenderly – he played the scene several times in his mind, and was certain it wasn't a mistake, her tone had been full of tenderness! - while walking past him.
As she went away, Draco's feet remained stuck to the ground, not because of the mistletoe, but because of the warm feeling and lightness which were overwhelming him.
He raised his head to look at the mistletoe and... smiled at him.
“You're not so useless after all,” he whispered to the plant, which seemed greener than when he had first checked, Draco thought as he kept smiling stupidly in the middle of the corridor, all the time blocking the way.
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.
Rating: T
Word Count: 791
Warnings (if any): none
Challenge # 2
There was another couple kissing under the stupid mistletoe. The two young lovers, happy to kiss freely in the middle of the corridor, were making the kiss last more than necessary, all the time blocking the way.
Draco loudly stamped, yet it didn't make them move. Those first year students, slytherin or not, were really getting on his nerves and when he saw the boy lowering his hand farther toward the bottom of his partner, Draco couldn't restrain himself from growling. This was neither the place nor the time for Salazar's sake!
The youngsters jumped in surprise, having not been aware of his presence till he had made it obvious. The girl quickly covered her reddening face in shame before disappearing from his sight. The boy lasted a little longer, trying to find the words which would save them from the infamous blond's wrath.
“Get out of my way,” Draco said harshly, “I've already forgotten your faces,” he added in a lower tone, even he didn't feel like being mean at Christmas.
The boy flashed him a goofy smile before disappearing too – he'd been lucky the Slytherin Prince was in a good day, yet he wouldn't push his luck further by staying near him any longer.
Draco sighed, sometimes being feared was tiring, and frustrating, and annoying. He shook his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sometimes he wished he were able to walk through Hogwarts without being avoided by everyone, really, it wasn't pleasant to know they walked aside not because they respected him, but because he scared – terrified even for some – them.
'And sometimes it is,' he thought as he bumped into somebody. Whoever they were couldn't they have seen he was walking with closed eyes? Couldn't they have moved aside?
Not caring about who the fool was, Draco tried to step away, but found that both his feet were stuck to the ground. It couldn't be they had collided under the damned plant, could it?
Full of hope – and worry – Draco raised his head. He stamped like a kid when he saw some green above him.
“What the h-”
“Do not be harsh at Christmas, Saint Nicolas wouldn't be pleased and would reduce the amount of presents you are supposed to get this year,” Luna casually said while putting back her spectacles correctly.
“What?” was the only thing Draco was able to reply. Taken aback by the girl's reflection – and by the fact she was the one he had collided and was stuck with under the mistletoe – his eyes had grown as wide as a quaffle.
“Saint Nicolas is always generous, but less with children who use bad words,” she told him as if it was common knowledge.
Draco blinked in an exaggerated way. Had he just been called a child?
“I think the mistletoe won't allow us to leave before we respect the custom. Would you please stop making such a face! You'll make him wither!”
“The mistletoe?” Draco frowned, since when the plant had become a person?
“But of course! He'll be upset if you don't share the magic atmosphere of the season he belongs to.”
Draco, startled by her words, suddenly forgot all about his previous irritation and raised an eyebrow.
“That's much better,” Luna smiled, satisfied that his frown had disappeared.
He gaped at her. Had her smile always been so warm?
“I apologize, I need to hurry I wouldn't want to be late. Even if Saint Nicolas doesn't appreciate people who are in a bad mood at this time of the year, I doubt he'd dare reduce the number of Professor McGonagall's presents. I think she doesn't really care about what he could do, beside she'd more likely punish him if he dared.”
Draco kept silent. What could he say?
Luna didn't wait for a reaction, she probably didn't except one in particular. She raised on her tiptoes and lightly pressed her lips against his.
“Merry Christmas Draco,” she murmured tenderly – he played the scene several times in his mind, and was certain it wasn't a mistake, her tone had been full of tenderness! - while walking past him.
As she went away, Draco's feet remained stuck to the ground, not because of the mistletoe, but because of the warm feeling and lightness which were overwhelming him.
He raised his head to look at the mistletoe and... smiled at him.
“You're not so useless after all,” he whispered to the plant, which seemed greener than when he had first checked, Draco thought as he kept smiling stupidly in the middle of the corridor, all the time blocking the way.
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.