My first slash-fanfic Ever!
It's a Harry/Draco slash-fanfiction. T'was for Pii-chans birtday.
Disclaimer: Marichigo dosen't own anything from the Harry Potter-verse! Rowling does
Congratulations, Pii-chan!
Oi, Loki, c’n I borrow your
sock-puppets?
… *blinks*…
’s for Puppy’s birthday
present… pleeease? Pretty please wif’ sugar on top?
…Sure, Marichigo, but why?
I thought you were gonna write her a slash-fanfic?
Weeell… I was, but… well,
they just won’t bloody co-operate! I mean, it’s not like it’s
soddin’ rocket-science, what’s so hard to understand about “rod
A goes into slot B”, right? But nooo, as soon as I gave ‘em their
directions, everything just went to hell in a handbasket! Garrgh!!!
It’s just so bloody frustrating… *sulks*
…Look, sweetie, I know I’m
gonna regret this, but why don’t you come sit on uncle Loki’s lap
and tell me what, exactly, happened?
*suspicious stare*
I’ll even give ya one of
my fags, okay? Here, let me light it for you.
Okay, but you had better not
try anything funny, alright? I’m sooo not in the mood right now.
Would I do that?!? You know
me better than… okay, I get your point, but I promise, okay? Besides,
you’re still in chibi-mode.
*cuddling sounds*
See? Much better already, right?
Now, tell me, what’s gotten you all riled up like this, sugar-plum?
…*sigh*… well, it started
something like this…
8 flashback 8
Look, Draco, just put the
bloody thing on!!!
No.
Whaddya mean, no?!
Have you gone deaf as well
as dumb, woman? I mean no, as in: I absolutely refuse to let that…
garment… anywhere near my body. Merlin alone knows where
it has been before, and besides, it’s undeniably muggle. I do
have some standards, you know!
Look, it’s brand new, I just
pulled it out of hammer-space, now just be a good boy and put it on,
duckie.
…Hammer-space? If
you think I’m wearing anything that’s been in some mouldy old tool-shed,
you’re even more off your rocker than I thought! Just wait until my
father hears about this, he has connections in the ministry -
-Shut up!!! Gawds, but you
can be annoying… Look, hammer-space is an anime… thingy. Think of
it as the non-dusty storage-room of, well, anything really, in spite
of the name. Go on now, get dressed. Quickly, before I loose my patience
and ram it down your throat instead, luv.
*sullen glare*
Okay, that’s it, I’ve had
it up to here with you! I’m getting Mamma G. Maybe she c’n
get you to behave, hmm?
No! I mean, I’ll do it, okay?
Just… look, would you at least have the decency to turn your back,
or something?! I said I’d do it!
…scared much, Malfoy? *giggle*
GET OUT!!!
Good boy… okay, hold yer
bloody horses, I’m going! Don’t get your knickers inna twist…
*door slams*
8 present time 8
…You threatened the poor
boy with her?!?
Well, what was I supposed to
do? He wouldn’t listen to me, I figured she would do the trick. Besides,
it’s not like I actually called her, y’know?
But still-
-Oh, give a girl a break, will’ya!
She’s really not that bad, and she is my best friend. Besides,
you wanna hear the bloody story or not? I thought so. Well, after I
went and got The Golden Boy Who Wouldn’t Kick The Bloody Bucket, I
got ‘im dressed appropriately.
8 flashback 8
You know, that look really
suits you, Potter!
…I look like a ponce. And
you still haven’t told me why I’m here.
Weeeeell… It’s a bit complicated…
Look, you can’t just waltz
into potions and grab me like that, even if you say you were
there on Dumbledores orders. Besides, the Order of the Phoenix is
a secret society, you shouldn’t go about using the name in public
like that!
So you say. But I’ll bet
you didn’t really mind. You hate
potions. And without Malfoy to ogle at, there can’t be much to keep
one awake in those lessons?
Yeah, that’s- HEY!!! What
do you mean? I do not “ogle” that evil git!
*very innocent look*
I’m sure I never said you did…
Yes you did, and no I don’t!!!
…Moving on… Did you see
the look on Snapes face? He looked absolutely gobsmacked! And quite
possibly flabberghasted as well- never could figure out just what that’s
supposed to look like…
*snigger* yes, he did
look like someone who’d swallowed a flobberworm. That was so great,
I’ll bet Ron still haven’t stopped laughing!
…that
was laughing? I thought someone was dissecting a live donkey with a
chainsaw…
Yes, but please, don’t ever
tell him that! He thinks it’s his most attractive feature, and ‘Mione
has this theory that it’ll kill him to hear the truth… and then
she’ll kill me for letting it happen… Look, I’m not stupid, I
know you’re avoiding my question-
-(…‘m not…)-
-AND if you’re from
the Order, I’m the fucking Queen of Sheba! So just tell me
why I’m here, okay? Are you a Death Eater? Is this some harebrained
kidnapping scheme? ‘cause if it is, Voldie’s seriously lost his
marbles…
HEY! Do I look like the kinda
woman who would follow some insane dictator-wannabe? Be one,
yes. Follow one? Hell no! And why are you laughing?
You as an *snigger* evil dictator?
Of what? Hello Kitty-land?!
…And just what is that supposed
to mean? I can be evil!
Yes, of course you can. Very
evil, I’m sure. In a cute way.
*ominous silence*
Look, all I’m saying is,
I’m used to fighting this insane halfblood supremacist and, quite
frankly, you just don’t… what are you doing?
I’m tying myself up, so I
don’t kill you before I’ve finished Pii-chans present, dearie.
…You’re seriously weird,
lady.
Yup! Now, let’s get this
show on the road- follow me!
*door slams*
…
*door opens*
Are you coming or not? Move
it!
I’m not moving until you
tell me why I’m here.
Weeeell… It’s really no
big deal, I just *cough* needyoutogotothenextroomandletd
…
Are you okay?
I’m just replaying that last
sentence in my head to see if it makes any more sense the second time
around… you want me to what?!?
*sigh* you know, I thought
I made myself perfectly clear, but nooo… I. Want. You. To. Shag. Draco.
Malfoy. Now, let’s go, before the blighted bugger tries to escape.
Again.
But… but…huh? You’ve
got Draco here?
Hai!
And you want me to, you know…
with him…
Exactly!
No.
Whaddya mean, no?! Gawds! This
is so déjà vu… Now, get your sorry arse into gear, and follow
me. Or I’ll tell Hermione who spilled ink all over her copy of
Hogwarts: a History!
*door slams*
8 present time 8
So let me get this straight.
You broke into Hogwarts, told everyone you were a member of the Order
of the Big Birdie, kidnapped the (underage) Saviour of the Wizarding
World, dressed him up as some kind of gothboy guardian angel, and then
told him that he had to shag his second worst enemy?
…’s.
And then you locked him in
a room with aforementioned enemy? And you did all that for our Puppy?
*nod*
I like your style!
*snif* really?
Really. Now, dry your eyes
and tell me what happened next.
8 flashback 8
*door opens*
Finally! What took you so long
and oh god please tell me you didn’t bring that bloody gryffindork
here!!!
Draco?!
That’s my name, Potter. Don’t
misuse it.
But… what is
that you’re wearing? You look-
-like an absolute twat, yes,
I know. That woman is clearly insane! Whoever came up with the idea
of pants this tight? I can’t even sit down! And two straps of black
latex does not constitute a shirt in my book!
Err… I think it’s… nice?
Yes, you would think that,
wouldn’t you?! I mean, whoever heard of a Gryffindor with taste?
Merlin forbid! And would you please stop staring? It’s getting embarrassing,
and I’m sure you don’t want to look like you’re pervving over
me, Potter.
…right. Umm… so, Malfoy,
did she tell you what we’re doing here?
No. She wouldn’t. Uhm…
Harry, are you wearing fishnet gloves?
So what if I am, ferretboy?
And would you please listen to me? She wants us to *blush* y’know…
No, Potter, in actual fact
I don’t know. I believe I just told you that. What I want to know
is why we’ve both been decked out in these… attires. And… I would
also like to know just when you decided to get your nipple pierced…
But you know I haven’t…
*downwards glance* What? Oh! *fierce blush* She must have done
that with a spell of some sort…
Lawnmowerspace, probably…
It’s very… err…
Yes… Do you… did she…?
Erm…
I… don’t know. *cough*
But of course, such a muggle modification would be totally unacceptable!
I shall, however distasteful I personally find that solution, require
your assistance to check for any offending items on my person…
*whimper*
…Scared, Potter?
You wish! I just… she…
What, don’t you think you’re
up for the challenge? *smirk* I guess all that Gryffindor courage
really is just a scam.
Like hell it is. Besides, everyone
knows that Slytherins turn tail when faced with hardship…
Oh yeah?
Mhm. Fact of… life…
*door slams*
8 present time 8
…And they were like this
when you left them?
Yes! *sob* They were, like,
face to soddin’ face and arguing. I mean, I thought I could
make it work, I really did!
*stony silence*
I tried so hard! I even got
them the right clothes and everything, y’know, with Draco’s outfit
just like the one in that painting Puppy did of that catboy… *wibble*
But now it’s all gone tits-up, because all they wanna do is fight,
and I’m not some kinda rapist, see? I really thought all I had to
do was get them in the same room, give ‘em a chance to talk, and they’d
realise how friggin’ great they’d be together… Or at least
just go at it like hot, raunchy, teenaged, hormone induced lust-driven
bunnies. But I can’t make
‘em do it, that would go against the slashers honour-code, and now
I have no present for Puppy, and…
*barely repressed laughter*
…and… *suspicious glare*
Are you laughing?!
Who, me? It’s just that…
Marichigo, for a yaoi-fangirl, you can sometimes be incredibly dense.
What?!? Are you making
fun of me? I sit here and pour my heart out for you, and you laugh at
me?! *incredulous stare*
That’s more like the
woman I know! And, well, yes.
*angry stance*
Look, just go to the room again,
okay pumpkin?
…
Trust me on this one. Go to
the room again. Shoo! And give me a full and detailed report when you
come back.
…’kay… But you’d better
not be yanking my chain on this one, or so help me goddess…!
~ later ~
Soft sighs could be heard from
the other side of the door. A strangled groan floated out into the hallway,
muffled by the thickness of the ancient oak door. The lone figure slowed
down as she approached it, all earlier reservations and sorrows forgotten,
an intrigued look spreading over her features. Snatches of a mumbled
conversation, interspersed with gasps and breathless laughs, could be
heard, at least if she pressed her ear to a crack in the door just
so.
I thought she would
never leave! The voice hitched slightly, as if the owner was
fighting to get the words out in between hastily snatched gasps of breath
mmm… me neither.
Oh, Merlin, I’ve missed you so much! To see you like that,
dressed like that, and not be allowed to touch you, claim you…
The second voice had a slightly more cultivated lilt to its tones, but
was muffled, with the slightest hint of a pause before each word, as
if the speaker had his lips pressed against skin, speaking between kisses
placed like butterflies on warm, moving flesh.
With a pleased smile on her
face, the unseen figure sat down, cross-legged, in front of the door.
She plucked out her pen and some crumpled sheaves of paper, apparently
out of thin air. And then she started writing.
But that, my dearest friend,
is another story, for another time. Happy birthday!
Most of Gambit as Bishounen is copyright by Pippi Groving but you are free to borrow anything ....Marichigo is especially interested in staring in some slash-fanfiction