Screw you.

Dear Ginger Bitch Debra,

I can deal with the fact that you like to correct my answers, even when you are dead wrong.

I can ignore you when you try to correct my speech, in your backwoods ignorant fashion.

I can even pretend to tolerate you when you plop your flaming red self across the table from me at lunch and try to strike up a conversation. In fact, I am tolerating you. I certainly don't like you.

I must, however, ask you why you felt it necessary to announce to our entire class that you think it's the funniest thing ever that I eat pizza with a knife and fork. Are table manners that peculiar to you? If I were in a room full of my friends, I would pick it up and eat it with my hands. I was not in a room full of my friends- I was in a public place, therefore I used my cutlery. It's not that funny. It's most definitely not funny enough for you to talk about for the last three hours of the day.

Sincerely,

Me.

AO - What the HELL? - Chapter One.

Title: AO- What the HELL?
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: Harry’s home for the summer, and he’s bored shitless.
Author’s Note: This is meant to be a slight piss-take at IM-based fics. I was inspired by one I read that made my eyes hurt. I won’t “credit” the person who inspired me, because I would hate to embarrass her. This is obviously a non-magic AU, albeit one where some crazy bastard has decided to call his son “Draco,” as though it were perfectly normal. And Gods no, I do not use AOL.


( Chapter One. )