DEBILIS | draco malfoy

001

001 ; the death of the hair jell

Spinners End, August 1993
[ alex's pov ]

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"ALEX!" MY EYES FLICKERED RELUCTANTLY OPEN at the sound of my name floating up the stairs.
"ALEX POTTER!" How does his monotone voice even travel so far? "DO NOT IGNORE ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!"

"I'm not ignoring you!" I yelled back, pushing myself slowly up. Why do most of my summer days seem to start like this? Merlins balls, he's a pain in the ass...I don't mean that. Well, maybe a bit. He's far from the easiest person to live with. Though since meeting my brother, I've learnt I'm the lucky one. When I remind myself of how my Harry was raised in a literal cupboard, Snape really doesn't seem so bad.

I fumbled around on my bedside table until my hands finally fell upon the round frames of my glasses. I pushed them up my nose and glanced beside me to find the my alarm clock flashing 8.30AM...Why. Why. JUST WHY is he waking me up so early in the summer fucking holidays?

I poked my head out the door frame and called down the stairs, "IT'S EIGHT IN THE MORNING!"

My Godfather and guardian, Severus bloody Snape, appeared at the bottom of the stairs, "No, it is half past eight in the morning. Get down here!"

I groaned, my head falling back, "Fine!" I stomped down the stairs, adjusting the little strap of my pyjama top.

"You are wearing your pyjamas." He stated bluntly.

I glared up at him through the matted black straw - some may call hair - that fell into my eyes, "You don't say."

"I do not like this attitude, Alex."

"I've just woken up, why would I be wearing anything other than pyjamas?"

For a second I thought I saw the smallest of smirks twitch across his lips, I must be seeing things. Snape doesn't do emotions.

"Fine. Have it your way." Without another word he opened the door to the living room, revealing three Malfoys.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Draco snorted the second he saw me - can I blame him? No. It's a sorry sight to see me in the mornings. I don't do mornings.

I stood in the doorway with twitching eyes, mouth hanging open, cheeks bright red. I folded my arms over my chest, feeling suddenly self conscious. A tiny black tank top and even tinier shorts is not the thing to wear in front of any parents, let alone Mr and Mrs fucking Malfoy.

"Morning, Potter." He drawled, eyeing me up and down with that classic Draco Malfoy smirk on his face, "I see you've scrubbed up well for our little trip."

"What trip?!"

"Tell me, does your brain work at all? Or is it really just empty space in the pretty little head of yours?"

"Aw, you think I'm pretty, Malfoy?"

He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

Ha, nothing left to say now. I smirked my classic Alex Potter smirk, the smirk that says I have, once again, won.

"For Salazar's Sake, Alex." Mr Malfoy was stood in the corner, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Go and make yourself presentable."

"Well maybe if I'd had some warning that we'd have guests this bloody early-"

"-watch your mouth!" Barked Snape, "That is no way to talk to anyone, let alone Mr Malfoy."

"Yeah, don't offend Mr Malfoy." I rolled my eyes, "I know the drill."