~~ Happy Birthday, ferretbreath!
Jun. 5th, 2005 03:54 pmI'm just tickled that Draco's a Gemini, and in honor of that I spent a pathetic amount of time trolling astrology sites. In the end, naturally I had to scribble a bit 'cause I was so overwhelmed with love, clearly. And also felt the need to poke fun; y'know, the usual.
So. Happy Birthday, ferret boy <3<3<3<3
I love you, I guess :P
Disclaimer: not mine.
Author's Note: astrological descriptions lifted almost entirely from annabelburton.com, heh. Not that I imagine anyone cares.
- Signs -
When Draco turned all of sixteen, he remembered that his Mummy had told him that he was dual-natured, and therefore superior. Except she didn't quite put it like that.
"See that constellation over there?" she said, pointing a thin white arm at the sky. Draco tipped his head up, feeling a little woozy and giggling at the pretty twinkling lights. "Those are the twins, Draco. They're there to make sure you grow up even more charming, clever and cunning than your father, who's of the goat, and-- well, I don't suppose you need to know." She chuckled oddly and gave Draco a long look, pushing the hair back out of his eyes. "I'd always been pretty rubbish at Divination, but it's clear you're meant to be in the midst of some great conflict one day."
Draco listened attentively, eyes shining up at his mother and ignoring the stars. "What great conflict, mummy?"
"Oh, don't bother yourself with such matters, darling." Impulsively, his mother lifted him up into her arms, settling down onto the large lawn chair by the double balcony doors. "And don't tell your father I told you." She nuzzled the side of his fuzzy head with her forehead, sighing.
"You will be malicious and inconsistent," she said, "restless, fickle and petty."
Draco blinked. "M-mum--?"
"As well as gossipy, scattered and transparent." His mother hummed thoughtfully. "But it could be worse."
By now Draco's eyes were as wide as saucers. "H-how?" he stammered.
"You might have turned out to be a Gryffindor!" she said brightly, and five year-old Draco frowned a little.
"What are Gryffindors, mummy?"
"Oh, they're a pompous bunch of lions," she said, mouth pinched as if the lions were sour. "You must never suffer such fools gladly, as they're all stubborn, patronising, self-centered perverts."
Little Draco shivered delicately, burying his face in his mother's breasts. "I'm scared," he snuffled piteously.
"You're a Malfoy, Draco," she said primly. "You don't get frightened; you change your mind."
So. Happy Birthday, ferret boy <3<3<3<3
I love you, I guess :P
Disclaimer: not mine.
Author's Note: astrological descriptions lifted almost entirely from annabelburton.com, heh. Not that I imagine anyone cares.
- Signs -
When Draco turned all of sixteen, he remembered that his Mummy had told him that he was dual-natured, and therefore superior. Except she didn't quite put it like that.
"See that constellation over there?" she said, pointing a thin white arm at the sky. Draco tipped his head up, feeling a little woozy and giggling at the pretty twinkling lights. "Those are the twins, Draco. They're there to make sure you grow up even more charming, clever and cunning than your father, who's of the goat, and-- well, I don't suppose you need to know." She chuckled oddly and gave Draco a long look, pushing the hair back out of his eyes. "I'd always been pretty rubbish at Divination, but it's clear you're meant to be in the midst of some great conflict one day."
Draco listened attentively, eyes shining up at his mother and ignoring the stars. "What great conflict, mummy?"
"Oh, don't bother yourself with such matters, darling." Impulsively, his mother lifted him up into her arms, settling down onto the large lawn chair by the double balcony doors. "And don't tell your father I told you." She nuzzled the side of his fuzzy head with her forehead, sighing.
"You will be malicious and inconsistent," she said, "restless, fickle and petty."
Draco blinked. "M-mum--?"
"As well as gossipy, scattered and transparent." His mother hummed thoughtfully. "But it could be worse."
By now Draco's eyes were as wide as saucers. "H-how?" he stammered.
"You might have turned out to be a Gryffindor!" she said brightly, and five year-old Draco frowned a little.
"What are Gryffindors, mummy?"
"Oh, they're a pompous bunch of lions," she said, mouth pinched as if the lions were sour. "You must never suffer such fools gladly, as they're all stubborn, patronising, self-centered perverts."
Little Draco shivered delicately, burying his face in his mother's breasts. "I'm scared," he snuffled piteously.
"You're a Malfoy, Draco," she said primly. "You don't get frightened; you change your mind."
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Date: 2005-06-05 12:58 pm (UTC)Bwahahaha! Indeed he does!
I have to say I thought for most of this fic that Draco was a teenager and he and his mother were stoned. Then I wondered how she could pick him up.:-)
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Date: 2005-06-05 01:44 pm (UTC)I'm going crazy with the Draco love today. It's really ridiculous LOL but thanks for adding to it - this whole thing is adorable :D
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Date: 2005-06-06 03:12 am (UTC)I'm happy I could still tap into the Draco love, even though usually I'm just making fun of him ^^;;
Thanks >:D
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Date: 2005-06-05 04:26 pm (UTC)OMG I LOVE YOU JUST FOR THIS! Stuff the stupid astrology bullshit (rrrr, I hate it so) Gryffindors are SO exactly what you said. <3
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Date: 2005-06-06 03:13 am (UTC)Though those keywords are straight from the Leo section of the astrology website ^^;; heeh <3
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Date: 2005-06-05 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-06 05:53 pm (UTC)came back from crazy fun weekend wedding to Draco's birthday of all things-
makes me teary with joy to mark it up on my calendar.
oh,
and the breakfast snarling?
*loves again*
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Date: 2005-06-06 11:04 pm (UTC)I like that. "breakfast snarling" makes me happy; almost as happy as Draco in a g-string :D
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Date: 2005-06-08 12:17 pm (UTC)"You will be malicious and inconsistent," she said, "restless, fickle and petty."
Heehee! It's stuff like that that makes me go, 'omg, what a twat!' (because he so is like that) and yet have a pocket of love for him (somewhere!) in my heart. Oh, he's such a bitch, but he's our special bitch, and so on as it has been and shall be to the end of days, or whatever. Anyway, I loved the dialogue and cheeky lightheartedness of this. :)
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Date: 2005-06-08 12:33 pm (UTC)That quote was totally lifted hook line & sinker from that astrology site, though, which was basically the inspiration :D I was like OMG WHOA, CLEARLY DRACO REALLY IS A GEMINI. He -is- our special bitch <3<3 *sniffle*
Also, I am so proud, considering that I like that about him rather than writing things like this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/iridescent_ink/215538.html). Reeeead! It's not a fic or anything, but I just want you to share my pain~:)) Bitch!Draco 4Evah! ♥
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Date: 2005-06-08 12:48 pm (UTC)Man, I don't know if I've said before or not, but I'm so glad you're around (for many, many reasons!), but in keeping with this convo because I don't feel like many people have the same interpretation of Draco as me, but you do. We, like Draco, are special bitches. (Thusly, I read it, and share your pain. Heh.)
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Date: 2005-06-08 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-08 02:43 pm (UTC).....I'm starting to feel mean saying Draco -never- needs a hug. I'm sure he can really use a cuddle sometimes, after his smacking. Or perhaps a blow-job would be just as well /:)
And INDEEDY! BALLOONS!!1 YOU UNDERSTAND! :)!
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Date: 2005-06-08 03:07 pm (UTC)Draco could always use a blow job, except when he could use a hand job. I don't know, perhaps some (rare!) cuddling...oh DAMMIT I'm going soft again, haha. Next thing you know I'll be writing post-Hogwarts H/D where they're married and have lots of snarky babies and live somewhere really, really gay and listen to opera and weep over certain episodes of 'Gilmore Girls' and. And. Um. Whatever.
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:11 am (UTC)PIMPS! I definitely wanna see pimps. And Draco in a pink hat with a cane, eating bon-bons. In girl's knickers. Okay I might possibly be getting carried away :>
...Y'know, just last night I was brainstorming a fic (so that I don't get tempted to write it) where Harry proposes to Draco (badly)-- keeps trying to be romantic and fails 'cause Draco always misunderstands, like 'is there something at the back of your throat, Potter?' &. Finally taking Draco to an amusement park Ferris Wheel and getting motion sick, finding out Draco has an allergy to roses, and falling all over some lady's lap when he tries getting down on one knee in a Muggle restaurant... um. But that's neither here nor there.
In the end he just thrust a ring and Draco & coughed. Like, "here". And Draco examined the ring critically like, "hmm, it's not my birthday for another 2 months" and than his eyes got really big 'cause on the inside it said "Love, Harry" :D :D :D Um. I have no creds anymore at all, do I ><;; Le sigh.
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:04 pm (UTC)Well, there ARE pimps in my fic, except there aren't. I mean. Um. You'll see what I mean, probably.
Heee! OH, marriage proposals! Those boys can be so cute! (It's scary how quickly my feelings on H/D can go from 'omg! angst!' or whatever to 'heee!'...I don't know, I think that's the sleep deprivation right now, I really do, haha.) And man, you know we'll end up writing all this stuff at some point, you KNOW we will. Creds, what? ;)