Pansy let out another impatient huff, marked her page and stood, “Fine. For three hours! If I practice anymore I’ll get broom calluses.” You can practice with the Snitch I gave you for Christmas.”ĭraco reached into his robe pocket and pulled out the aforementioned golden ball before waving it at Pansy’s book. “Are too.” She countered before glancing half-heartedly at the text that she could recite by heart. Then he wouldn’t have to spell the names differently every time he snuck off to read one of Pansy’s blasted books. If only they had romance novels of the gay variety, he would be happy. Pansy removed her book from in front of her face so that she could giggle at Draco more directly, “You are such a closet romantic.” Klaine, wand slashing through the air, rescues Fay just as she is about to be molested by the Sorcerer, murders him with a well-aimed hex and then beds her repeatedly before the final chapter. ![]() Klaine is hexed horribly by the stable hand, who is actually an evil Sorcerer set on claiming Fay as his own, and barely manages to save her in the nick of time. “You have read this book about fifty times Pansy. “But before the stable hand tries to run off with Fay?”ĭraco smirked. “After the mysterious fire at the castle?” You’re ruining the best part of my book.”ĭraco laughed aloud at the highly unlikely probability that he would want anything to do with Pansy’s mind, let alone her body. “ Love, I did not wake any of those obnoxious brutes because none of them have the witty approach to conversation that you seem to possess.” He chose not to harp on her about the fact that she was eighteen while he was still quite a few months her junior and therefore she would have to be ancient for him to be old. Why didn’t you wake up one of the boys?”ĭraco rolled his eyes, not that Pansy could see him, and sighed heavily. Really Draco, you’re getting senile in your old age. “The fact that you woke me up at the ungodly hour of twelve to entertain you means that I now get to ignore you, foiling your un-carefully formed plan. “If you had slept in like everyone else, you wouldn’t be having this problem.” Draco opened his mouth to respond but Pansy ignored him and shifted so that her book was poised in front of her face. The massacre had reached an all time high and Draco felt his brain go numb as it was assaulted by another wave of microscopic, enemy boredom units. “Then do something about it! I may expire from the lack of anything to do,” Draco whined. She was unaware of the untimely and continual demise going on three steps away from her. “I did hear you, Draco,” replied Pansy from where she sat sprawled across an overstuffed armchair, reading one of her favourite, well-thumbed romance novels. ![]() He could literally feel his brain cells dying slowly and oh so tragically one by one by ridiculously handsome one. “Let me repeat,” Draco Malfoy said from where he lay gazing at the ceiling on the largest couch available in the near empty Slytherin common room, “I am bored.” With the threat of random imminent death, and all the Firewhisky, gone, not to mention the fact that most of their teachers were fighting off alcohol poisoning in the infirmary, the majority of the Hogwarts student body (as in everyone except Hermione Granger and the entire house of Ravenclaw) didn’t know what to do with themselves after the school re-opened its gates on September 1st. Only after the stores of damn near every wine and whisky connoisseur had been drained successfully did they go back to work, hangovers in tow. The adult Wizarding World, unsure of what to do in a universe without Voldemort, celebrated for two weeks with mass partying and excessive drinking. Potter who claimed he really hadn’t known that Voldie was allergic to his own nose cartilage - and all of the really bad Death Eaters including but not limited to the senior Malfoy (his pimp cane in tow) and the lovely, illustrious and insane Bellatrix Lestrange, had been rounded up and shipped off to Azkaban. Voldemort was dead - thanks to one bumbling Harry J. If there is a plot somewhere, someone please notify me. Please do muck through all the possibly unnecessary crap to get to the smut. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.Īuthor’s Note: This is the longest fanfic I have ever written. Total word count: 8,272 … *Wipes brow* WOW.ĭisclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. ![]() Warnings: Sexy boys kissing, groping, frilly knickers, laced drinks (read in between the lines people!) and very bad come on lines. A game of Spin the Bottle amongst a group of Seventh years ensues and Draco finds himself occupied in ways that he would never admit to imagining. ![]() Summary: Draco is dying of boredom and Pansy sets out to do something about it.
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