Forget - Gossip Girl/Harry Potter
Title: Forget
Fandoms: Gossip Girl/Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Blair/Draco
Rating: pg-13
Warnings/Spoilers: first time writing this pairing, but I adore them.
Summary: She gives him a disgusted glare from across the room.
She gives him a disgusted glare from across the room.
He wants to readily demand who the bloody hell she thinks she is.
He makes it part way across the crowded room before his arm begins to burn and he knows he's being called.
Ignoring the sensation of his skin being peeled off, he continues his march.
Her nose wrinkles just so as she sips from her champagne flute.
This is the reason muggles are the bane of his existence, so bloody annoying.
Dark curls tumble down her shoulders, gather at the nape of her neck.
Before he realizes, he's at his destination; standing right before the now smirking girl.
She looks much like a queen, high on her throne; untouchable no matter how much she cried for sympathy.
"Did you want something?" she mutters, eyes dark; red lips curved.
Teeth grinding against the other, he made certain to loom over her.
Knew he looked intimidating.
She only laughed, "Usually people would take that as an invitation to introduce themselves. The idiots tend to just stand there."
Pale face reddened (he would later swear that had not occurred) as he took her offered hand.
Kissing the thin skin of her wrist, he smirked.
"Draco Malfoy, you'd do best to remember that," he murmurs, the barest hint of a threat in his voice.
She must be daft to not realize that he's obviously danger in the purest form.
An eyebrow arches as something rings rather loudly; she doesn't even glance at the screen.
"I have to go, more important people need me you see," she whispers, disentangling her hand from his. "Blair Waldorf is my name, perhaps you won't forget?"
Fandoms: Gossip Girl/Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Blair/Draco
Rating: pg-13
Warnings/Spoilers: first time writing this pairing, but I adore them.
Summary: She gives him a disgusted glare from across the room.
She gives him a disgusted glare from across the room.
He wants to readily demand who the bloody hell she thinks she is.
He makes it part way across the crowded room before his arm begins to burn and he knows he's being called.
Ignoring the sensation of his skin being peeled off, he continues his march.
Her nose wrinkles just so as she sips from her champagne flute.
This is the reason muggles are the bane of his existence, so bloody annoying.
Dark curls tumble down her shoulders, gather at the nape of her neck.
Before he realizes, he's at his destination; standing right before the now smirking girl.
She looks much like a queen, high on her throne; untouchable no matter how much she cried for sympathy.
"Did you want something?" she mutters, eyes dark; red lips curved.
Teeth grinding against the other, he made certain to loom over her.
Knew he looked intimidating.
She only laughed, "Usually people would take that as an invitation to introduce themselves. The idiots tend to just stand there."
Pale face reddened (he would later swear that had not occurred) as he took her offered hand.
Kissing the thin skin of her wrist, he smirked.
"Draco Malfoy, you'd do best to remember that," he murmurs, the barest hint of a threat in his voice.
She must be daft to not realize that he's obviously danger in the purest form.
An eyebrow arches as something rings rather loudly; she doesn't even glance at the screen.
"I have to go, more important people need me you see," she whispers, disentangling her hand from his. "Blair Waldorf is my name, perhaps you won't forget?"