Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, though if I did Draco and Harry would be mad lovers.
Prolouge
I knew from the first time I saw him on the train he was different. His beautiful black hair hung sloppily on his face as if he just didn't care, which he didn't. I suppose it was a lust at first site sort of thing. No wonder my hand flew out to his the first opportunity I got. I made sure he was going to be mine. I offered my protection and loyalty and to my surprise he accepted, throwing the Weasley off of him like an old overcoat. I threw my famous smirk at him not knowing what affects he would have on me and my life.
As years passed he grew colder. He grew for the dark side.
I must've forgot to tell you, Harry is the Prince of Darkness. Basically he is Voldemort's bitch. It always amuses me the way Harry has to wear an emerald studded collar. I do regret the way Harry fell though.It began with the first year at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry.
A/n- This is probably going to be quite long, so if you think I should keep this up could you clue me in? hint hint reveiw!