http://dracogotgame.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dracogotgame.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hd_writers 2013-09-12 02:22 am (UTC)

Yay! By happy coincidence, this is an excerpt I am writing for the WBTH challenge. It's going up soon.

“Draco. Draco! Oh for Merlin’s…Draco!”

Draco’s eyes snapped open and he found himself looking into eyes that were most certainly not green. He yelped in alarm, flailing violently and nearly toppling off the couch. Pansy backed away with a squeak on her face, hovering near the mantle with a look of alarm on her face.

“Are you okay?” she demanded. “You were kicking up quite the racket there.”

Draco blinked at her, struggling to function. He nodded slowly. “Fine,” he rasped. “Just…just a dream.” He flushed as he shifted subtly, hoping desperately that Pansy hadn’t noticed the…consequences of his little night time fantasy.

“Oh,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Well, you really shouldn’t fall asleep in the Slytherin Common Room, you know. Why aren’t you in your own bed anyway?”

“I came down here to read,” Draco explained. “Just thinking about the match today.” Of course, he declined to mention that he’d been browsing through one of Theo’s ‘magazines’ when he had fallen asleep. That would explain the ludicrous dream. Just a stupid dream… Draco wondered why he felt so disappointed.

Pansy shook her head in exasperation. “Boys and their Quidditch. Well, it’s almost dawn. You might as well get up. Get yourself some breakfast too. It won’t do to lose to Potter first match in the season.”

“No,” Draco muttered. “It wouldn’t.” Privately though, he wasn’t so sure… shaking his head, he got up and left the Common Room, leaving Pansy staring after him with a frown on her face.


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