Wednesday 20 August 2014

Draco Malfoy one shot - A New Way of Flirting

Hey everyone! Just a quick Malfoy one shot I had rolling around in my mind. I'll probably go on a Harry Potter binge now, so keep a look out!
As always, Read, Comment, and Enjoy!
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                Shelby Whisper was a simple soul, and it was clear from a look which house she belonged in. Her midnight hair, pale skin, and vivid green eyes could only belong to that of Slytherin House. But in every other matter, it was debateable. Many of her friends from Ravenclaw believed she belonged in the tower with them, but Shelby assured them that her home was in the mysterious glass room beneath the glossy surface of the lake.
                She was ambitious, and focused her studies to become a beacon in the wizarding world. She believed in loyalty, a loyalty that the other houses could never understand. What they perceived as cruelty in the words of a Slytherin was really a protective need that surged through them to defend any slight against their house or their friends. Yes, occasionally a Slytherin may get out of hand against a Gryffindor, but they didn’t act like that to each other. Anyone wearing an emerald and silver snake was part of the family, and you didn’t pick on your own family.
                Shelby was one of the rare Slytherin’s who branched out and made friends in other houses. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with the friends she had in Slytherin, it just seemed to her that many of them had lost their way. Slytherin’s were originally deemed to be as intelligent as the Ravenclaw’s, the difference being that Slytherin focused on ambition, whereas Ravenclaw’s were more eccentric and pursued knowledge for knowledge’s sake.
                Shelby Whisper knew many things, she was among the Ravenclaw’s at the top of her classes. She could tell you the constellations of the stars in winter, and the uses for Fire Salamander tail. But the one thing she was completely clueless about, was romance.

***

                “Hey Shelby, what are you working on.” She looked up and saw that a guy had perched on the couch next to her, oh god, how could she not remember his name if he knew hers? Alfred? Angus? She decided to play it cool and hoped someone would say it later.
                “Just that potions essay.”
                “Purpose of brewing in moonlight?” He asked, looking at the books in a pile on the floor in front of her. “That’s not due for three weeks!”
                She laughed breezily, dipping her quill in her precariously balanced inkpot and continued jotting notes on her parchment, “there’s no harm in getting a head start is there?”
                “I guess not” he mumbled, gazing at her hand where a spot of dark ink had dribbled. She looked up as he grabbed her hand, “there was ink.” He said quickly, leaning in just a touch.
                “Oh was there? Thanks.” She said, taking her hand back and removing her wand from where it was stuck through her hair. Waving it, she dispelled the ink on her hand, and went back to work. She absently felt the couch lift, meaning her nameless visitor had gone. She didn’t really mind though, she was focused completely on planning out her essay.
                Across the room, a blonde Slytherin smirked at the interaction. He had been watching this kind of thing happen for a while. She seemed utterly uninterested in any of the guys who tried to flirt with her, she brushed each of them off and went back to whatever she was doing.
                A few days later, another boy approached her.
                “I heard you were already working on that potions essay, I thought you’d find this useful.” She took the book from his hands and looked it over, flipping a few pages in.
                “Wow this is great! Is it yours? Are you working on the paper too? What angle are you taking on the ancient Spanish witches?”
                The poor boy stuttered, “I-I-, I just found it in the library.”
                Her face fell, “oh.”
                There was an awkward silence between them, and then the boy walked away.
                Malfoy chuckled, he’d have to try this himself.

***

                The next day he plonked himself on the sofa beside her. She glanced at him before turning back to that accursed essay.
                “Still writing that essay Whisper?”
                “Obviously Malfoy.” She didn’t even look up at him, but he grinned at the tone in her voice.
                He stretched his legs, pressing his thigh against hers. Her quill paused, but then continued writing.
                “I haven’t seen you without that paper for a second since Snape gave it to us.” He said, “you don’t take it to bed with you do you?” He smirked at the thought, and she absent-mindedly responded.
                “Of course I don’t.” Then he understood.  She had no idea guys were flirting with her. She was completely clueless.
                “You know what Whisper,” he tested, “you’re pretty hot.”
                “Er, thanks Malfoy.” Still not getting it, as he thought she wouldn’t.
                “Hey Whisper, I’m looking for a kiss here.” She looked at him, astonished.
                “A kiss? Well you’re very direct aren’t you? Aren’t you supposed to, I don’t know, flirt with me first? Buy me chocolates or flowers or something?”
                He chuckled and got up, whispering in her ear. “See you around, Whisper.”

***

                “Heads up!” Shelby turned quickly, along with several other people in the corridor. She quickly fumbled, but caught the chocolate frog that landed in her hands. She looked around, and her eyes fell on the smirking blond Slytherin.
                “Hey Whisper!” He shouted, causing everyone else to stop and stare at them. “I’m flirting with you.” He yelled brazenly, watching the tops of her cheeks dust with red.
                She quickly turned with her friends and walked away, but now she knew what she was in for.

***

                Shelby was sat in front of him, like she was for every transfiguration class. McGonagall was at the front, helping Longbottom with something, and Malfoy seized his opportunity.
                “Hey, Hey Whisper!” He saw her shoulders tense, and then she looked over her shoulder at him.
                “Yes Malfoy?”
                His eyes flickered down, “you’ve got a fantastic arse.”
                The astonishment showed in her widened eyes and parted lips. He was probably the first person to ever talk this openly to her. Then her face turned to a scowl and she turned back to her work. Malfoy was pleased at how this was going, knowing that she wasn’t actually angry at him.

***

                “Hey Whisper!”
                Shelby ignored Malfoy’s voce that called at her from across the common room. She was on her usual couch, laying on her stomach with her feet in the air. Her books were propped up against the arm of the chair.
                “Hey Whisper!”
                She ignored him again and focused on the book in front of her. Ancient Greek wizards believed that it was the power of the goddess Artemis that gave their potions power. She was the goddess of moonlight, and thus they always brewed their potions under full moons, when her power would have been strongest. Because of this religious affiliation with potion making, their potions often accompanied the hearts of stags, as they were believed to be sacred offerings to Artemis. Along with this-”
                “Hey Whisper!”
                “What Malfoy?” It was clear that he wasn’t going to stop pestering her until she answered him.
                “You look so sexy when you sit like that. Shows off your lovely arse.”
                Her cheeks flamed again, and she stood up, gathering her books in her arms and walking to the dorms.
                “See you around Whisper.” He called after her.
                She lay on her bed, and tried to focus on the book, but Malfoy’s smirking face kept slipping into her mind. Why was he so focused on her? And why did she enjoy it so much? It was true that no boy had really paid her any attention before, well, not that she’d noticed. And this was Malfoy, the most desired boy in all of Slytherin, why was he wasting his time on her?

***

                The wind was howling, snow was blowing, and the Slytherin’s were trudging back from Herbology.
                “Hey Whisper.” She whipped her head around, but by now she had learned to tell his tone of voice. This was a simple greeting.
                “Hi Malfoy.”
                “That class was awful.” He said.
                “Oh I agree!” She said, “I can’t stand the smell of poppies! I just want to go back to the dorms and have a long hot shower!”
                She regretted saying it the moment it passed her lips, and she was expecting a ‘mind if I join you?’ but none came.
                They reached the castle and hurried inside, casting off their wet cloaks. She ran her fingers through her wet, knotted hair and groaned, thinking about the amount of conditioner she would have to use. She unwrapped the scarf from around her neck.
                “Hey Whisper,” He said curiously, “what’s with the scarf?” The scarf she wore was a series of marbled greens, and not the standard Hogwarts uniform.
                She fingered the end of it, “the Hogwarts scarves itch my neck, I prefer this material.”
                “It looks nice on you.” He said, with a grin. She blushed, but this was a not the usual furious blush, she wasn’t sure how to reply to a compliment like this.
                “Er, thanks Malfoy.”
                “Anytime Whisper,” he said, smacking her butt as he walked past her. That was the usual Malfoy.

***

                It was the early hours of the day the potions essay was due, and Shelby was in the common room looking over it one last time.
                Dawn was several hours away, and all the other students were sleeping, except her and the owner of the footsteps heading towards her.
                “Can’t sleep Malfoy?” She asked, glancing at the boy and forcing herself not to take a second look. He obviously slept shirtless, and had come down in just pyjama bottoms.
                “Hey Whisper.” He greeted, before flopping down on the couch beside her. His eyes were bleary and half lidded, and Shelby couldn’t help think that he looked adorable.
                “You look sexy like that.” He said off-handily, and she looked at herself incredulously. She was in shorts and a big baggy shirt. Sure, the shorts were very, well, short, but still!
                “You’re joking right?”
                “No.” He said, seeming to wake up a bit, “makes you look all confident, and like you’ve just rolled out of a man’s bed. The way it rides up your thighs, gives a man ideas just looking at you. Hides your curves, makes men want to just rip it off you.”
                “Noted.” She said dryly, “I’ll make sure not to wear this ever again.”      

*** 

                Malfoy wasn’t particularly fond of muggle culture, but damn it all if he didn’t praise them for this invention. It was a Sunday, and he was watching as Shelby wandered around in what he learned were called ‘skinny jeans’. They were so tight, and stuck to the curves of her legs.
                She was currently walking with a group of her Ravenclaw friends, he had no idea where they were going, but he didn’t even care.
                “Hey Whisper!” He yelled, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the hallway and focusing on her face that was half petrified, and half waiting in anticipation. Already, the tips of her ears were starting to turn red. “Your legs look absolutely fantastic in those.”
                The Ravenclaw’s looked disgusted, and guided Shelby away, but Malfoy saw through the red on her face to the grin in her smile.

***

                The next day, he saw her at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall eating breakfast. He groaned, and couldn’t resist walking up behind her and lowering his mouth to her ear.
                “Eating a banana Whisper? You’ve got to know what that does to me.”
                The fruit thudded on her plate as she froze and then she stood up quickly, grabbed his collar in her fingers and pressed her lips clumsily to his. He quickly took control of the kiss, fingers curling in her hair and his mouth dominating hers.
                When their lips parted, they knew the entire great hall was watching.
                “There. All you wanted was a kiss right?” She said, “Can we be done with flirting now?” She gathered her things and began to storm out of the great hall, cursing herself for making such a scene. The rest of the students watched as a sly Malfoy caught up to her and slung an arm around her shoulders, grinning when she didn’t shake him off.
                The unobtainable girl, who so many had tried to capture, had finally been won over.     

     

1 comment:

  1. woooooooooooooooooooooo
    that was hilarious and rroooommmaannttiiiccc
    lololol
    good job
    I just randomly read this
    like for reals

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