valmora | no fourth wall (HP, Harry/Draco)

Perching on the page header, Harry asks, holding a towel to his bloody nose, "Wha' waz 'a' for?"

Draco frowns, nudging the towel and pulling out his wand, pointing it in the direction of Harry's face, then, to keep Harry from dodging, says, "Don't move. I'm going to fix your nose." He murmurs something, and a jet of blue light spans the distance between them.

When it's gone, Harry exclaims, more normally, "What was that for!"

"I'm supposed to hate you, remember? Besides, I read ahead in the script," Draco answers neutrally.

Harry puts his head in his hands. "But you're only pretending to hate me. So why'd you have to do that? Do I do something horrible later on?"

"You end up snogging that Weasley girl."

"Ginny? But she's like my sister! I couldn't do that! And Ron would kill me!"

"Ron would kill you?" Draco remarks, somewhat pointedly kicking the serifs of the letters. "How do you think I feel about it?"

"Well, obviously we have to file a complaint with Joanne, because I'm not snogging Ginny." There's a pause, and then, "Or are you scheduled to do something horrible?"

"I'm supposed to be trying to kill Dumbledore. As usual," Draco sneers at the script in his hands. "And also as usual, I'm terribly incompetent. It seems to me that I'd get more protection if I sided with Dumbledore, if this is how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is going to treat fledgling Death Eaters."

"That's why good is supposed to-"

"I'm not disagreeing with you," Draco says mildly. "But we've discussed our opinions on this before, and really, I make a terribly unconvincing repentant villain." He pantomimes a regretful stance and mimics the tone of voice. "Harry, I... I realised over the summer that every single mantra that had been drilled into my head since birth was wrong, just because of your sheer virtue and goodness, and it means nothing to me that you're a total wanker to me at all times, and that you're responsible for getting my father into Azkaban, oh no. I'm going to become a good guy now."

"So instead you stomped on my nose."

"Well, yes. I didn't want to, you know," he protests, at the sight of Harry's expression. "But it was more believable than me just, y'know, letting you go. And I was very careful not to break your fingers when I trod on them, too."

Harry just sighs. "Does Joanne have replotting paperwork?"

"No. I already asked her. She said something about ultra-conservatives already having enough problems with her books, and if you didn't snog a girl really soon, they'd all be saying you were gay."

"But I am!"

"No, you're bisexual. Do get it straight, please, otherwise you're not being politically correct."

"Since when have you been the champion of P.C.?"

"Since I started spending too much time with you and your frighteningly moral Gryffindor friends."

"But-!"

"Anyway, so you have to snog that girl, and I'm rather upset about this, so I broke your nose. It's not like it can't get fixed."

"I rather thought leaving me to bleed to death was excessive!"

"I couldn't exactly haul you out of there on my shoulder, now, could I? It's not like Voldemort would have said, Hmm, he's helping my nemesis survive...perhaps he is making some nefarious plans... No! He would have assumed I'd turned traitor and then it would have been fffffffftttt! to the Russian front!"

"...since when have you been quoting Muggle movies at me?"

"Since my boyfriend was raised by Muggles. And do quit smirking like that. It's unbecoming."

no fourth wall (HP, Harry/Draco)

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