A/N: I was trying to clean out my fic folder, and I found this half finished. So, with my trusty mongoose muse nipping at my sore ankle, I finished it. For right now this story is complete, but I might write a third capping piece to it. Who knows? I haven't written in the GI verse in a long time.Making the Connection
The Love Connection
Draco Malfoy hated the stupid bloody American cow of a slayer. She tried to boss him around, constantly ripped into his magical abilities and had on more than one occasion, rubbed it in that she was the richer of the two. He had three words for her.
Not Bloody Likely.
After nearly six months in her company, he was ready to kill her. Or shag her. Whichever came first. He watched her as they patrolled together. She had an - odd appeal to her. She was short and dark whereas he was tall and pale. She was all piss and vinegar, where he was ice cold poison. She was infuriating at times, and just plain pig headed the rest of the time.
And to top it all off, then she had to go and try
and save his life.
They had been patrolling the more seedy nooks and crannies of Knockturn Alley when the Death Eaters attacked. He hadn’t been expecting it, and he was sure Potter’d get a big kick out of that.
One of them leveled a particularly nasty hex at him, and damn Merlin’s beard if the chit didn’t deflect it from hitting him with the lid off a trash bin. Of course, the slayer did chuck it at the moron’s head, thus throwing off the aim, but still who’d gone and told her she could save him? Malfoy’s didn’t need saving!
“Are you completely mental?” Draco hissed as they hid behind an overturned coffee table.
“For saving your ass? You’re damn right I’m mental! I should have let the idiot curse you!” Kennedy snapped.
“I didn’t ask for your help!”
“You know, most people would say, ‘hey, thanks for saving my life’. Only you would bitch about it, princess!” Her eyes locked on his.
“I could have counter cursed him, you twit! I went to school with the idiot!” Draco yelled.
“Yeah, cause that’s really
workin’ for us, Drake!” Kennedy said hotly, her fingers digging into the collar of his shirt.
“What are you - ah!” Draco started to say as Kennedy jerked him forward, her right leg whipping over his head to catch their attacker right in the side of his face. It took her a second or two to realize that she’d pulled his face flush to her chest..
“You wanna get your face outta my chest?” Kennedy smirked down at him.
“Yes and no,” Draco replied.
“Let’s go with no for right now, ok?” She paused a beat. “That means you have to move, Drake.”
“Don’t call me Drake,” he snapped.
“Then don’t drool on the girls.”