Fire and Ice

An Unlikely Couple

"Please assure me that your abysmally-small mind is simply tricking you with hallucinations as a sore revenge for all of the Fire Whiskey you and Goyle drank last night."

"Wha... what?"

Crabbe's already-prominent brow furrowed, giving the amusing impression of two conjoined Bowtruckles.

Swinging around abrublty, the chair in front of him gracefully swung to a halt, and the puppet master of the seat stood.

Over 6 feet high with a slim yet muscular build, the man was a stance of God-like beauty. However, there was nothing feminine about his facial features. Grinding the chiselled jaw that girls fainted over, the man's grey eyes flashed. Despite the appearance of a body-building hunk, there was nothing appeasing about his eyes. They were soulless.

The man flexed his arms.

"Are you sure, that what you just informed me is what exactly happened?"

Crabbe blinked.

"Yes.. Yes Sir."

The man presumed to recline in his seat, seeming momentarily satisfied with his new-found knowledge.

"But Potter..." he breathed. "How could Potter not know? His own... girlfriend!"

Crabbe opened his mouth, then abrubtly closed it again.

"What, Crabbe?" the man snapped, running his hands through his hair (that's what he did when he was stressed, confused, angry, annoyed or bored).

"Sir-"

"Stop calling me 'Sir', it's extremely irritating."

"Sorry, Si- Malfoy. Potter and the blood traitor aren't dating. They never were. It was just a rumour."

The man stood again. "But how? Goyle was so sure."

Crabbe bit lhis lip before back-stabbing his friend. "Goyle was told to spread the rumour."

"By whom?! Actually, I don't care. All that matters is that she's single."

"Malfoy... you don't like the blood-traitor, do you?"

Suddenly, the man's soulless eyes danced a thousand steps.

"I don't like her, no. I want her."

Soaked in sweat as if he had just emerged from the Black Lake, Draco Malfoy jerked awake.