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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-01-22 02:07 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-01-22 02:07 pm
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Counting His Chickens (Draco/Luna, PG-13)
Title: Counting His Chickens
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Being dark makes Draco a tad foul-mouthed.
Summary: He was going to fucking kill Yaxley for this.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 1, Challenge 5 at the Draco/Luna LDWS Competition on LJ.
Draco smelled the house before he saw it, the scent of a late-night dinner wafting through the breeze. He checked the address again and, of course, it was a picture fucking perfect cottage in the middle of the quaintest village he’d ever seen.
Through the kitchen window, he spotted a plump woman hovering anxiously over a high chair that held a screaming baby, and he growled. He was going to fucking kill Yaxley for this.
Gripping his wand tightly in his right hand, he raised it toward the night sky. “Morsmordre,” he spat, and green sparks in the shape of the Dark Mark gave the world an unpleasant glow. The unsuspecting family didn’t seem to notice.
The grip on his wand didn’t loosen as he took a determined step toward the cottage, but a confident “Expelliarmus” from the shadows behind him left him with merely an empty hand clenched into a tight fist. He spun on his heel.
Luna Lovegood stepped from the darkness into the glow of a street lamp, her own wand in one hand and the other hand twirling Draco’s in quick circles. She was smiling. “You should really wait until you’ve achieved success before you proclaim it to the world, Draco.”
Of course, he knew that he’d done things out of order, but if it came down to making an easy getaway or making a fucking statement, he’d choose the easy getaway hands down.
“You knew I’d be here.”
“Of course I did. We’re the Order, Draco. Sometimes we just know things.” She stopped his wand’s spinning and dropped it into an inner pocket of her robes.
“My wand?” Draco asked weakly.
“Take it from someone who’s lost many things, Draco. It’ll come back to you in good time.” With one last smile, she Apparated away.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Being dark makes Draco a tad foul-mouthed.
Summary: He was going to fucking kill Yaxley for this.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 1, Challenge 5 at the Draco/Luna LDWS Competition on LJ.
Draco smelled the house before he saw it, the scent of a late-night dinner wafting through the breeze. He checked the address again and, of course, it was a picture fucking perfect cottage in the middle of the quaintest village he’d ever seen.
Through the kitchen window, he spotted a plump woman hovering anxiously over a high chair that held a screaming baby, and he growled. He was going to fucking kill Yaxley for this.
Gripping his wand tightly in his right hand, he raised it toward the night sky. “Morsmordre,” he spat, and green sparks in the shape of the Dark Mark gave the world an unpleasant glow. The unsuspecting family didn’t seem to notice.
The grip on his wand didn’t loosen as he took a determined step toward the cottage, but a confident “Expelliarmus” from the shadows behind him left him with merely an empty hand clenched into a tight fist. He spun on his heel.
Luna Lovegood stepped from the darkness into the glow of a street lamp, her own wand in one hand and the other hand twirling Draco’s in quick circles. She was smiling. “You should really wait until you’ve achieved success before you proclaim it to the world, Draco.”
Of course, he knew that he’d done things out of order, but if it came down to making an easy getaway or making a fucking statement, he’d choose the easy getaway hands down.
“You knew I’d be here.”
“Of course I did. We’re the Order, Draco. Sometimes we just know things.” She stopped his wand’s spinning and dropped it into an inner pocket of her robes.
“My wand?” Draco asked weakly.
“Take it from someone who’s lost many things, Draco. It’ll come back to you in good time.” With one last smile, she Apparated away.