The Boggart of a Malfoy

The Boggart Of A Malfoy

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'Malfoys keep their cool. Malfoys fear nothing.' Draco Malfoy reassured himself as the line of students waiting to face the boggart get considerably shorter. He was starting to wish that he has skivved off of DADA class today, but it was too late now. He was moments away from having his worse fear literally come out of the closet. Slytherins don't show weakness, but that was exactly what was about to happen. His soft point was about to be exposed for anybody to know, to see, to blackmail him with. And let's face it; Malfoys do the blackmailing, not the other way around.

He had to find a way to get out of this. He was a Slytherin. Not to mention a Malfoy. He could worm his way out of anything, especially with such motivation as an oncoming threat to his, er, manliness. Or rather, what was left of it since that brainless oaf's so-called class.

Suddenly it came to him and he wondered why he didn't think of it all along. His arm. He'd just say his arm was botherin him again and go off to the hospital wing for a bit of rest. Then he would be home-free. 'If I weren't Slytherin, I would definately be a Ravenclaw, 'Malfoy thought as he smirked arrogantly at his own cleverness.

"Wand at the ready, Mister Malfoy." Professor Lupin's voice wiped the smirk right off his pointy little face. He froze. When had the line gotten so short?

He was vaguely aware of the going-ons around him. Malfoys did not work well under pressure.

With feet moving of their own accord, he stepped forward, his mouth set in a grim line. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He could feel his heart thumping in his ears. He tugged at his collar anxiously. When did it get so bloody hot in here?

The form of a jack-in-the-box loomed over him and Draco Malfoy quivered. Immediately it began to spin wildly, before it took on the form of his worst fear.

He could see red eyes gleaming like freshly spilled blood stare down at him. It mocked him. It intimidated him.

The blood-thirsty creature looked threatening and dangerous, as if it was ready to trample on him at any moment. Feathery wings spread wide as the hippogriff reared on its hind legs, steely talons glistening in the light. He was vaguely aware of his professor shouting instructions in the back of his mind. Something about a ridiculous spell. Malfoy was almost paralyzed with fear, but he was determined to save face.

"Ri....ridi...ridi...." The hippogriff let loose a horrible sound and reared its front legs at him. The familiar sight brought back flashbacks of pain and of the moster that caused it. A horrible creatue's giant hooves crashing down on him....the searing pain in his arms and his robes soaked with his own blood. But what Malfoy remember more than anything was the gleaming red eyes that stared him in the face as it proceeded to maul him mercilessly. Nothing stood out in his mind more than its gleaming blood-red eyes of death.

Draco Malfoy swayed on the spot, his knees starting to give out. So much for saving face. He refused to be humiliated by a bloody chicken.

'It's just... just a chicken...' he attempted to reassure himself. He raised his wand again and attempted to think of a way such a monster could be seen as humorous. Hippogriffs in dresses. Hippogriffs in roller skates. Hippogriffs dancing-

....

Malfoy's mind went blank as the hippogriff let loose a defeaning cry. It reared up on it's hind legs and flapped it's giant wings. Suddenly he couldn't think straight. His mind was going foggy.

'Bloody... chicken...' he thought before he felt his knees give way entirely. Draco Malfoy fell to the floor in a heap, eyes hazy and unseeing.

'Just wait 'til my father hears about this...' he thought before he lost consciousness completely.