The Lion Inside the Snake, Part 3 : 5_nevers [PG: Draco Malfoy]
Title: The Lion Inside the Snake, Part 3 : Part 1 : Part 2
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy, Gryffindor Boys: 1991-1998
Word Count: 467
Warnings: Gryffindor!Draco, Angst
Summary: As all the boys settle into the dorm, Draco realizes just how much he doesn't understand.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just Borrowing. Promise I Won't Break Them.
Author's Notes: Yes, don't flog me. XD Written for 5_nevers. There is no 'never' in this chapter. It's transitional. Un-betaed.
“What’s that?” Draco demanded as he glared over Dean’s shoulder. The poster was...well, odd. The people were dressed funny, and there was this black and white ball they were kicking around, or, rather, WEREN’T kicking around. The picture wasn’t moving at all.
“My football poster,” Dean said, grinning. “West Ham’s the best.”
“West Ham? Football? Are you honestly expecting me to believe those are actually words used within the Queen’s English, that least in that manner?”
“Leave off, Draco,” Seamus said, tossing his robes at the blond boy, smacking him right in the face. “Football’s a muggle sport. Me Dad watches it on the telly all the time. ALL the time.”
“...telly?” Draco asked, looking slightly bewildered.
Bloody Harry Potter just had to laugh. It’s not my fault I don’t know these things, Draco growled in his mind as he threw back the red gauze curtains on his four poster. “Fine, if you don’t feel like telling me, I’ll be going to bed. Hopefully I will wake up tomorrow, and this will have all been a horrible nightmare.”
Seamus sighed softly, “Come on, Draco. At least try and make the best of a bad situation.”
“HOW?!” Draco huffed, whirling on Seamus, advancing on his from cross the room, his face getting redder with each step he took. “How am I suppose to make the best of THIS?! My father is going to hate me. My mother is going to be extremely disappointed. My grandmother is going to throw a fit because of what happened to her favorite nephew because of a situation similar to this one. I’m going to be an outcast among my family! I’ve lost what friends I’ve had! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO MAKE THE BEST OF THAT?!”
“Jesus, Malfoy. Stop being such a drama queen,” Harry said, glaring at his back. “We all have to have it hard at some point in our lives. Count this as your time and just suck it up.”
“Easy for you to say, Potter! Harry bloody Potter, everyone favorite half-pint hero,” Draco growled, redirecting his anger to Harry, gripping his hands in fists at his side. “You’re practically worshiped, Potter. What would you know about having it hard?”
“More than you would.”
“You don’t know me! And don’t you dare assume you do!”
“That’s enough!” Ron exclaimed, slamming his fist against the wall and creating a rather resounding echo in the dorm. “It’s late. We have class first thing in the morning. We’re all worked up, and we all need sleep. Now, everyone shut up, get dressed, and get to bed. Please.”
“Fine,” Draco grumbled.
“Fine...” Harry muttered.
Ron sighed, shaking his head as he watched the two grab their pajamas and head off to the Gryffindor boy’s bathroom, “This going to be one long year.”