Last Chatroom Chapter! Ooh. Maybe I shouldn't have sounded so happy at that. Okay, let's try again: Last Chatroom Chapter. . . ::Runs away sobbing::
Okay, I'm fine now. Anyway, This isn't the last chapter, just the last Boi/Dragon chapter.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the books, the movie (which I am SO going to see even if it does destroy my happy little mental picture of Draco) and any affiliates do not belong to me. However, I will sell my soul to the person who can LEGALLY give me Harry Potter and Sidekicks Inc. No takers?? Oh well, I tried.
Warnings: Very angsty. Not happy at all. Well, maybe- no, wait, not happy.
Chatroom Anonymity Chapter 20: Nothing Gold Can Stay
BrokenDragon85: Happy birthday!!
BoiWunder15:Wow. That's a nice way of saying 'Hello'. Besides, my birthday isn't until tomorrow.
BrokenDragon85: No it isn't. Look at the clock. It's 12:02 am. July 31st. Happy Birthday.
BoiWunder15: ::laughs:: Thanks Dragon.
BrokenDragon85: NP. Just wish I could get you a present.
BoiWunder15: Don't worry about it. I can't exactly get you one on your birthday, either. [1]
BrokenDragon85: Yeah. I was at school.
BoiWunder15: So you're probably one of the oldest students in your class, aren't you?
BrokenDragon85: Yep. Only slightly though.
BoiWunder15: Cool. I'm also one of the older ones. Not the oldest, but the second oldest in my house, in my class. The
BoiWunder15: upperclassmen are older, of course.
BrokenDragon85: Of course.ahointsen;agtnjmda'tlg
BoiWunder15: Umm, Dragon?
BrokenDragon85: WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?
BoiWunder15: Dragon, are you okay?
BrokenDragon85: I AM NOT 'DRAGON'! THIS IS HIS FATHER.
BoiWunder15: Umm, oops?
BrokenDragon85: OOPS?? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR
BrokenDragon85: A HUMAN??
BoiWunder15: Excuse me?
BrokenDragon85: YOU HEARD ME, YOU HALF BRAINED TWIT!
BoiWunder15: Look, whatever your name is, you have no right to call me that!
BrokenDragon85: I HAVE EVERY RIGHT, CONSIDERING YOU'RE FILLING MY SON'S HEAD WITH PISSY
BrokenDragon85: AND PACIFISTIC NOTIONS OF FRIENDSHIP!
BoiWunder15: Look, dickhead! Your son started talking to me first. And if he wants to be friends with me, then that is
BoiWunder15: his concern, not yours.
BrokenDragon85: I WILL SAY THIS ONCE, YOU BLOODY UNTALENTED, ILLITERATE, AND UNWANTED
BrokenDragon85: PIECE OF TRASH, STAY AWAY FROM MY SON. YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU DO.
BoiWunder15: Oh yeah, and how exactly will you go about doing that?
BrokenDragon85: TRUST ME ON THIS. YOUR 'DRAGON' AS YOU CALL HIM, WILL NOT BE RETURNING
BrokenDragon85: ONLINE.
ONLINEHOST: BrokenDragon85 has left the room.
ONLINEHOST: BrokenDragon85 signed off at 12:07:05 AM.
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Harry stared blankly at his computer screen, as he shut the computer off. "Shit," he cursed softly. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" With a sigh, he laid his head down on the dilapidated desk. "I am so sorry, Dragon." he whispered.
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Lucius Malfoy growled as he finished deleting Draco's screen name. "I knew I shouldn't have let you near this piece of muggle crap. It was only for grace of your mother that I even have it. You are no longer allowed on it." He glanced down at his son, who was crouched on the floor, holding his rapidly bruising cheek and bleeding mouth. "Ever."
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End notes: See. Tolda it was sad. Now Lucius knows. Good thing he doesn't know about the card, huh?
