Disclaimer:  J.K. Rowling owns everything.  I just play with her ingenious characters and settings.  

She is really such an amazing person, someone who would never sue me.  I hope.

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Chapter 1:  Horribly bad days

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Draco Malfoy was pissed. 

Though this wasn't unusual, He was REALLY pissed this morning. 

Storming out of his room Draco passed by a cluster of 2nd years who immediately stopped planning their prank on McGonagall to cower closer to each other away from the raging 7th year.

"I can't fucking believe it!"

Draco stormed down the stairs whipped around the bottom of the banister to stop directly in front of his cousin.

"I cannot fucking BELIEVE it!"

Blaise Zabini raised his eyes from his potions homework to stare directly into Draco's infuriated gaze.

"Now what did he do this time?"

Blaise lazily laid down his quill and crossed his legs.

"It's not anything to do with that, Zabini, Father disowned me! He fucking disowned me, his only son!  The only one who will ever do anything for the Malfoy name and he fucking disowns me!"

Draco kicked a 1st year's book across the room, (might I add, the 1st year had it laying on the floor in front of them while they read it.) and slumped into the nearest arm chair.

Blaise's jaw dropped to the floor as he tried to think whether he had heard Draco right or not.

"D...Disowned you?  For bloody what??"

"Take a fucking guess Zabini, I'll give you two!"

Draco grabbed Blaise by the arm and drug him back upstairs to his room, Draco slammed the door and began pacing back and forth in front of Blaise who had sat down on Draco's bed.

"He found out about your.... preference didn't he?"

Draco paused slightly in his pacing

"That's one guess, you got one more."

"Then the Order? How though?"

Draco stopped pacing and turned to Blaise as he picked up a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it.

"You know Dumbledore is going to have a fucking cow if you smoke in here right?"

"Do I really care?  Anyway, apparently one of his little death-eater pals was acting as spy for a couple of days and saw me... and Father wont buy that I was spying for him.  Its fucked, not only is my cover COMPLETELY blown, but I have completely lost the Malfoy fortune! I am no better than those dirty Weasles anymore..."

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Meanwhile, on the quiddich pitch...

"Ron, you git.  BLOCK the ball don't run from it.  Jesus Christ, you have been on the team for 2 years now, can't you even do THAT right?"

Harry Potter was in a very bad mood. 

Ron Weasley just stopped and glared at his "best friend".

"Shut the fuck up, Harry!  You have been moody all day, what the fuck is wrong with you?

That's the second block I have missed in the last 2 hours.  I'd say I'm doing pretty well, and normally, you would agree"

"Look, I had a bad night okay?  Sorry. Fuck. Let's just call it a day."

"Fine."

Harry and Ron landed, gathered up their gear, and walked in complete awkward silence to the locker rooms.

Ron slumped down on a bench and began pulling off his pads and tossing them into his locker. 

"So what the fuck is going on with you anyway?"

"I have had a really long week, and this morning didn't help…" 

Harry slumped down next to Ron and let his head fall back against the wall behind them.

"I mean, I have this huge fucking assignment at the Order, and even though Snape KNOWS this he still fucking gave me detention and took off 50 points for me dozing in his class. It was the 1st day back at school you would think he could give me a break you know?"

Harry stood up and walked to his locker to stuff his quiddich gear in.

"On top of that Monday when I was leaving the Dursley's,  my aunt and uncle said not to come back for summer holiday since I am gonna be 18 at the end of it.   Not that I would ever want to go back to the wretched place, it was really nice of them to let me know… I was planning on looking for a place after this term."

Ron stretched and began to walk out of the locker room.  He stopped and glanced back at Harry who was still standing in front of his locker lost in thought.

"You coming"

"Oh... Yeah.  Wait up…"

Harry slammed his locker and jogged to catch up with Ron.

"Well, Harry, if you can't find a place by the end of term you're always welcome at the hollow!  Mum doesn't want Herm and I to look for a place until after term, Says we need to focus on our studies, so we're gonna be there for awhile.  You know my mum, she would be more than happy to have you there for a little while too."

"Thanks."

"Oh, and the whole Snape thing… Snape is an ass. We have known that since 1st year.  Just because he is in the order doesn't change anything.  He still hates us, and he is still a fucking prick."

"Soooo… What happened this morning anyway?"

"A plethora of things.  One I have a meeting tonight running on like no sleep.  Dumbledore conveniently waited until this morning to tell me."

"A meeting?  I wasn't told about this…"

"I don't know, I think it is just for one mission or something.  So I have to goto a meeting running on like zero sleep… It's fucking annoying.  Plus it's the 3rd day of term and teachers are already loading us with tons of homework.  7th year is fucking hard."

"Everyone has bad days, I wouldn't worry about it."

"Well, that's not all that happened this morning."

"I'm sure it can't be as bad as you are making it out to be."

"Well, you don't know the half of it…"

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Malfoy sat up from the place he had slumped to on the floor of his room.

"I need to go for a walk, I'll see you later Zabini."

Blaise sat up from Draco's bed just in time to see the door to the room slam

"Huh?"

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Harry and Ron finally reached the entrance of the Gryffindor tower.  Ron stepped up next to the fat lady.

"Windgardium!"

The portrait swung open and Ron began to step inside.

"Um… Ron…"

Ron paused and turned to Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"I think I am gonna go for a walk down by the lake or something.  I'll be up in awhile okay?"

"Right, you want some company?"

"Naw… See ya later!"

"Whatever."

Ron turned around and shut the portrait behind him.

Harry stepped off towards the grand hall.

"God, what the fuck was up with that dream this morning…"

Harry turned a corner and smashed right into someone.

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Someone was on top of Draco.  He had been walking from the hall and someone had just fucking smashed right into him. 

"Potter! Get the fuck off of me."

"I am trying!  Fucking shut up and stop moving so I can get untangled"

"JUST GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

Harry finally managed to untangle himself from the raging Slytherin and stood up.

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Sorry that is kinda a cliff hanger, but I thought that was a good stopping point. 

For those of you wondering, I am probably not finishing Dark Arts any time soon.  I have a 5th chapter written but I am really not happy with it.  I am REALLY stuck.  I started that fic with no idea what the end would be . (How stupid huh?)  So naturally I got writers block.  I might fully rewrite it after I am done with this one.  I have the whole story of this one in my mind just dieing to get out!  

Anyway!  I hope you like it so far!

- 3 – Rei-Chan

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Update:  OMG, Sorry!!! I was supposed to get chapter 2 up right after Chapter 1 but I have been so busy!  So, now I am working Uber hard to finish it so I can get it up.  Honestly being a major fic reader, a chapter every 2 days isn't that bad