Mer. First Amnesty ficpiece.

[lunesque]

So.

Once upon a time, my dearest scheherezhad decided to do a complete cop-out and declare that February was Fic Amnesty Month.

This is really just a fancy term for I'm-not-going-to-finish-this-so-I-might-as-well-post-them-to-torture-the-people-I-love-with-the-realization-that-there-will-be-no-more-of-this-story-ha.

Yes, I agree. Fic Amnesty Month is indeed catchier.

And then she said, "Come on, you should do it with me! I know you have stuff you're not going to finish!"

I, reluctantly, agreed.

I dug around, and to my surprise, actually found a couple of things that I no longer have any intention of finishing.

So, first entry for Fic Amnesty Month.

P.S. Still confused? Here's the basic idea, stolen from scheherezhad.

I'm contemplating using February as a sort of...amnesty-slash-"hall of apathy" thing, in which I would post random ficbits once or twice a week. That way I could clear out some mental space by sharing things that will never get finished or revised and so won't be "official" fics.

That make more sense? Good. :)

Title: untitled

Fandom: Harry Potter

Character/Pairing: I think it was meant to be Harry/Draco

Summary: Draco is bratty and Harry's a bit stranger than usual.

What I wanted to accomplish: I've no idea. At this point in my fic career, all I was writing was angst, so maybe I was trying something fluffy. It's still kinda funny, I think.
Why I stopped: Lack of focus, lack of interest. I didn't even remember it until I was looking for something to post for Fic Amnesty.

What I would change: Well, the strange tense shifts, for one. Ick.

Et cetera: I remember something about Draco transforming Ron's stool in Transfiguration class into a turtle and Ron trying to stay on the turtle as it crawled around the room until Hermione got exasperated and changed it back into a chair for him. For some reason, that was funny to me.



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Draco Malfoy was not in love with Harry Potter. He knew that with a deep certainty that made itself known with a knot of fire in his stomach every time they were face to face, snarling angry and bitter words at each other.

The only emotions he would ever attribute to Potter were Hatred, Anger, and Disappointment.

Anger and Disappointment over being rejected for a Weasley and Hatred for every breath Potter breathed after that. Draco's pride was and is clamoring for revenge. So he reported the dragon (although he thought it was wicked) and the hippogriff (although he had rather liked petting the thing before it scratched him) and dressed up like a Dementor to frighten Potter (although Dementors scared him just as badly.)

But every plot had failed thus far, and Potter had gone from thinking that Draco was a possible danger to thinking of him as a harmless annoyance with each failure. Draco's father had always told him that revenge was best served cold, but Draco wondered if six years of futility was tempting frostbite.

Now, however, Potter was seriously confusing him; changing the rules of the game. Now, when Draco pours out his loathing with the most disgusting epithets he can think of, Potter seems to hide a smile. The angrier Draco gets, the more Potter's skin flushes and his eyes sparkle.

It is… disconcerting, to say the least.

The only way he even seems to irritate Potter anymore was by insulting the Weasel and the Mudblood, and even Draco got tired of flogging dead horses eventually.

And so Draco now finds himself oddly bored with their arguments, both unable to find new insults and unwilling to just let the rivalry taper out and die. Now it was Potter who instigated most of their arguments.

Draco decided that fighting Voldemort for so long had finally driven Potter mad.

...and so on.

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