Fic~Footsteps~hp_ficathon prompt #9: Footsteps~Blood/Fire
Title: Footsteps
Rating: PG/PG-13
Ficathon Prompt: #9 Footsteps
Date: (02/03/07)
Summary: Draco has another run in with Morag MacDougal and finally manage to control the situation.
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Morag MacDougal
Warning:
Draco Malfoy was doing his usual late night rounds with all the excitement of a kneazle being shoved in a room with a bunch of large, rabid dogs. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Pansy hadn’t been off shagging whoever had caught her eye this time and left him to do the whole thing alone. (He saw her carrying her fuzzy pink handcuffs and knew better than to ask questions.) So he slunk through the castle with a quiet presence of mind, searching for people he could punish, especially since he was in a particularly vindictive mood tonight.
He was just about to give up and go back to the dungeons to torment some of the less humble first years when he heard footfalls approaching.
Whoever it was obviously had three things going against them. #1: They were obviously female as the footsteps were undeniably from high heels and as much of a pansy poof as Longbottom was Draco doubted he would wear high heels. Maybe he could make the girl cry. That was always a bit amusing and repulsive at the same time.
#2: Whoever she was, she obviously needed taken down a few pegs, since he could tell by the measured stride that whoever it was had a problem with overconfidence and arrogance. It was one of the many reasons Lucius had most of the stone floors of the manor exposed, so he could read people’s footfalls and thus gain an edge.
And of course, #3: he was unbelievably bored.
His smirk widened into a grin as she appeared, it was almost too good to be true, it was that odd Ravenclaw bird that had been playing with him before. One just could not leave one’s knickers with Draco Malfoy and then walk away without so much as a by your leave! It just wasn’t done.
The Scottish Ravenclaw looked taken aback at the fact that she wasn’t alone in the corridor. Morag’s eyes widened in surprise at Draco, and he got a bit of a thrill from her surprise, though she obviously didn’t have the same fear of him that others did. He crossed his arms across his chest as she greeted him.
“Dia duit Malfoy.” Morag murmured, shifting her weight a bit and moving to slip past him. “If you’ll excuse me…”
“There’s no excuse, MacDougal.” Draco said sharply, immensely pleased. Every other time he had encountered the redhead it had been on her terms and he had been at a disadvantage. It was time to even things up a bit and make her realise that you couldn’t mess with a Malfoy like she had been doing. “You’re out after hours.” He strode up to her, getting right in her face. “And you’re quite reckless about your rule-breaking as well, you weren’t even trying to sneak around.”
Morag’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I have a pass in my pocket; I have no reason to sneak.” She glanced to the side awkwardly, trying to figure out how exactly to get to it, with her arms laden with books and rolls of parchment as they were.
“A pass?” Draco said suspiciously, watching her struggle with her burden, but not offering to help. “Who would give you a pass?” He moved even closer, slipping his hand in her skirt pocket and pulling out a piece of parchment. He was slightly surprised that she didn’t protest, but then she wouldn’t be able to hold his interest if she acted like other girls.
“Get a thrill from that, Malfoy?” Morag asked, not really sarcastic but no really serious either.
“Hardly.” Draco answered, even though it wasn’t quite true, but the thrill came more from his control of the situation, of throwing the girl off her game then from putting his hand in her pocket. He opened the creased parchment and inspected it. “McGonagall? She’s not even our Head of House!” Inspecting it further he noted a few inconsistencies. “This is a forgery!” He looked up at her in surprise. “Are you sure you weren’t supposed to be a Slytherin?”
Morag just nodded her head toward the books she was carrying with a smirk.
“Right.” Draco said curtly. “I forgot, you study in trees.”
“Among other places.” Morag remarked, finally getting tired and putting down her books and supplies on a nearby statue’s base. “What are you going to do, take points?”
There was challenge in her stance and her tone that both intrigued and annoyed Draco. He was unaccustomed to being challenged. He wasn’y nearly as dominant as he pretended to be and had to fight the brief urge to step back, compensating for his own perceived inward cowardice by stepping forward instead, crowding Morag into the wall of the hallway. “I think I’ll do just that.” Draco snarled, grey eyes blazing. “Ten points from Ravenclaw for being out after curfew, fifteen for questioning a prefect, and a detention for having a forged pass.”
Morag completely comfortable, splayed out as she was against the cold stone wall. “Is that the best you can do?” She challenged from behind half-closed eyes. “As if I haven’t already had I don’t know how many points taken or detention every few nights?”
Draco smirked, putting his hand against the wall beside her head and completely blocking her escape with his body. “You’ve never had a detention with me before.” He said threateningly.
“You’ve never had a detention with me either.” Morag pointed out with a sly grin. “I assure you I can prove to be a handful.”
“I can handle you.” Draco said arrogantly, taking a few steps back and letting her leave. “Now fly back to your tower before I change my mind.”
“Do I get my pass back or do I have to make another?” Morag questioned, slipping past him and heading north toward Ravenclaw, pausing only slightly to respond.
Draco just laughed in her face, and then pulled her knickers out of his robe pocket, something he had been planning to use against her when the time was right. “I prefer green or black you know. Ten more points from Ravenclaw.” And with that, he turned his back on her and strode back to the dungeons, shoving her knickers back into his pocket without giving her a chance to respond.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Ficathon Prompt: #9 Footsteps
Date: (02/03/07)
Summary: Draco has another run in with Morag MacDougal and finally manage to control the situation.
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Morag MacDougal
Warning:
Draco Malfoy was doing his usual late night rounds with all the excitement of a kneazle being shoved in a room with a bunch of large, rabid dogs. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Pansy hadn’t been off shagging whoever had caught her eye this time and left him to do the whole thing alone. (He saw her carrying her fuzzy pink handcuffs and knew better than to ask questions.) So he slunk through the castle with a quiet presence of mind, searching for people he could punish, especially since he was in a particularly vindictive mood tonight.
He was just about to give up and go back to the dungeons to torment some of the less humble first years when he heard footfalls approaching.
Whoever it was obviously had three things going against them. #1: They were obviously female as the footsteps were undeniably from high heels and as much of a pansy poof as Longbottom was Draco doubted he would wear high heels. Maybe he could make the girl cry. That was always a bit amusing and repulsive at the same time.
#2: Whoever she was, she obviously needed taken down a few pegs, since he could tell by the measured stride that whoever it was had a problem with overconfidence and arrogance. It was one of the many reasons Lucius had most of the stone floors of the manor exposed, so he could read people’s footfalls and thus gain an edge.
And of course, #3: he was unbelievably bored.
His smirk widened into a grin as she appeared, it was almost too good to be true, it was that odd Ravenclaw bird that had been playing with him before. One just could not leave one’s knickers with Draco Malfoy and then walk away without so much as a by your leave! It just wasn’t done.
The Scottish Ravenclaw looked taken aback at the fact that she wasn’t alone in the corridor. Morag’s eyes widened in surprise at Draco, and he got a bit of a thrill from her surprise, though she obviously didn’t have the same fear of him that others did. He crossed his arms across his chest as she greeted him.
“Dia duit Malfoy.” Morag murmured, shifting her weight a bit and moving to slip past him. “If you’ll excuse me…”
“There’s no excuse, MacDougal.” Draco said sharply, immensely pleased. Every other time he had encountered the redhead it had been on her terms and he had been at a disadvantage. It was time to even things up a bit and make her realise that you couldn’t mess with a Malfoy like she had been doing. “You’re out after hours.” He strode up to her, getting right in her face. “And you’re quite reckless about your rule-breaking as well, you weren’t even trying to sneak around.”
Morag’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I have a pass in my pocket; I have no reason to sneak.” She glanced to the side awkwardly, trying to figure out how exactly to get to it, with her arms laden with books and rolls of parchment as they were.
“A pass?” Draco said suspiciously, watching her struggle with her burden, but not offering to help. “Who would give you a pass?” He moved even closer, slipping his hand in her skirt pocket and pulling out a piece of parchment. He was slightly surprised that she didn’t protest, but then she wouldn’t be able to hold his interest if she acted like other girls.
“Get a thrill from that, Malfoy?” Morag asked, not really sarcastic but no really serious either.
“Hardly.” Draco answered, even though it wasn’t quite true, but the thrill came more from his control of the situation, of throwing the girl off her game then from putting his hand in her pocket. He opened the creased parchment and inspected it. “McGonagall? She’s not even our Head of House!” Inspecting it further he noted a few inconsistencies. “This is a forgery!” He looked up at her in surprise. “Are you sure you weren’t supposed to be a Slytherin?”
Morag just nodded her head toward the books she was carrying with a smirk.
“Right.” Draco said curtly. “I forgot, you study in trees.”
“Among other places.” Morag remarked, finally getting tired and putting down her books and supplies on a nearby statue’s base. “What are you going to do, take points?”
There was challenge in her stance and her tone that both intrigued and annoyed Draco. He was unaccustomed to being challenged. He wasn’y nearly as dominant as he pretended to be and had to fight the brief urge to step back, compensating for his own perceived inward cowardice by stepping forward instead, crowding Morag into the wall of the hallway. “I think I’ll do just that.” Draco snarled, grey eyes blazing. “Ten points from Ravenclaw for being out after curfew, fifteen for questioning a prefect, and a detention for having a forged pass.”
Morag completely comfortable, splayed out as she was against the cold stone wall. “Is that the best you can do?” She challenged from behind half-closed eyes. “As if I haven’t already had I don’t know how many points taken or detention every few nights?”
Draco smirked, putting his hand against the wall beside her head and completely blocking her escape with his body. “You’ve never had a detention with me before.” He said threateningly.
“You’ve never had a detention with me either.” Morag pointed out with a sly grin. “I assure you I can prove to be a handful.”
“I can handle you.” Draco said arrogantly, taking a few steps back and letting her leave. “Now fly back to your tower before I change my mind.”
“Do I get my pass back or do I have to make another?” Morag questioned, slipping past him and heading north toward Ravenclaw, pausing only slightly to respond.
Draco just laughed in her face, and then pulled her knickers out of his robe pocket, something he had been planning to use against her when the time was right. “I prefer green or black you know. Ten more points from Ravenclaw.” And with that, he turned his back on her and strode back to the dungeons, shoving her knickers back into his pocket without giving her a chance to respond.