I have finally posted this story, so I'm proud of myself. I just hope you all enjoy it, let me know at the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's plot line. I own my original characters and the plot line for my story though so don't steal them!
The original characters in this story are based on me and my friends because it is easier to do that then create a character that you have to remember their personality. I know my friends so I'll use them instead.
Spontasm a spontaneous orgasm – a word that my friends and I created and are quite proud of. It turns up in a lot of our conversations. Unfortunately for me it's usually when my friend starts talking about the science teacher. EWWWWW!
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Malfoys. They're the second ranking most prestigious family known to the wizarding world. They're the purest of the pure and they don't stoop to associating themselves with muggles or mudbloods. But every so often there is a certain . . . disgrace to the family. And this disgrace usually comes in the form of a teenager going through a rebellious stage that has taken a liking to muggles or mudbloods. And this disgrace is usually looked down upon by the family.
Draco Desmond Damien Darius Dylan Malfoy was not in any way a disgrace. He was an obedient, well-bred teenager. A perfect gentlemen, to those who mattered anyway. Unlike his cousin, the greatest disappointment of them all. Casey Malfoy, the 17 year old who was the current disappointment. She pranced about the place in her muggle clothing, her muggle accessories and items always with her and to top it off her circle of friends were muggles. Gorgeous muggles who were all in a band together but muggles none the less.
Draco leant back in his chair contemplating his least favourite cousin. Oh how he hated it when she was sent to stay at Malfoy manor in an attempt to cleanse her mind of the tainting thoughts. It was worse than having Pansy Parkinson, his 'fiance,' come to stay. And he detested that pug faced slut with a burning passion. Her hands never failed to stray to places that were inappropriate for the time, place and the list of reasons could go on forever. Shuddering, the blonde teen stood up in a swift silent motion. His cat like grace was not to be compared with anything. But even though his looks were the sort of thing a normal girl could easily spontasm over his most outstanding feature was his eyes. They were the most gorgeous shade of blue tinted silver possible and held the depths of a roaring storm in their probing irises.
Draco Malfoy had officially hit 'SEX GOD' status at Hogwarts late last year. And it was a title he was very proud of. Then there was the 'SLYTHERIN SLUT' title that he was also proud of. Seducing unsuspecting hotties was a sort of hobby for him in a twisted sort of way. As the blonde looked out of the tall window he caught sight of the sun setting in the sky, bright oranges and pinks spreading across the sky in a teasing dance. It was disgusting; too much beauty was a sure sign of poison. He would know as behind his good looks was hidden a toxin so potent that the most minuscule drop and you would lose yourself forever.
But there was no possible way he could explain why that was, for even he didn't know. It was a mystery and had been ever since he had accidentally . . .
"Draco! The entertainment is about to start darling. Could you come down now please?" The voice of his mother drifted softly to his ears and he sighed. He could not hide in his room anymore.
"Coming, mother." He answered before sauntering out of his room and down to the drawing room where he took a seat on a black leather sofa. His mother and father sat on the sofa opposite while a few guests were ranged about the room. There was a set of conjured muggle instruments in one corner and at the sight of them Draco snorted. Casey was standing in one corner of the room with a couple of girls.
The groups walked to the instruments took up their places and music started, the girl with dark blonde hair setting the beat on the drums while Casey created the melody with the synthesiser. There was a girl with hair black it looked blue strumming an electric guitar and another girl standing in front of a microphone with astoundingly bright green tinted silver eyes that looked as if there was a war of colours raging in them.
The lyrics started causing the murmurs of polite interest to die away. Malfoys may despise anything muggle but with the Minister For Magic sitting in the same room they knew when to hold their tongues.
Love and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain Love and other socially acceptable emotions are morphine I'm gunning down romance
In your brain
And feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drug in your veins
In your veins
Love come quickly
Because I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It's on the brink
Love come quickly
Because I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin
They're morphine
Cleverly concealing primal urges often felt but rarely seen
Rarely seen
Love I beg you
Lift me up into that privileged point of view
The world of two
Love don't leave me
Because I console myself that Hallmark cards are true
I really do
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
Ain't nothing but a tragedy
I'm gunning down romance Love don't leave me Take these broken wings I'm gunning down romance Take these broken wings I'm gunning down romance
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
Ain't nothing but a tragedy
I'm going to take these broken wings
And learn to fly
And learn to fly away
And learn to fly away
I'm going to take these broken wings
And learn to fly
And learn to fly away
And learn to fly away
I'm gunning down romance
I'm gunning down romance
I'm gunning down romance
The music died away and the girls waited as the polite applause sounded before striking up a more cheerful song. Even the most prejudiced Malfoy would have to admit that this music Casey was playing with her friends was brilliant and entertaining. Though no Malfoy would ever admit it out aloud. When the girls were finished playing their music they made rounds around the room, mingling with the people. But the girl with the tumultuous eyes walked straight for Draco. Her expression was slightly queer as she approached. When she stopped before him the blonde teenager smirked as he took in her bad posture, poorly done make up and stubbornly mussed hair. She looked like a typical muggle teenager. Her lips parted indicating that she was about to speak and Draco locked eyes with her.
"When the time comes, love them no matter who they may be." She said airily. Draco was confused, though he'd never admit it to anyone but himself. He noticed a flash of some sort of feral quality in her eyes and puzzled over it for a second before he snapped back to attention.
"Please, go babble your nonsense words else where." The blonde said in a superior tone of voice. His gorgeous eyes bore into her tumultuous ones. Sensing the silent message that read along the lines of 'Fuck off before I murder you with a toothpick,' she smirked and turned on her heel. Tossing a last glance over her shoulder he noticed her eyes flash bright magenta before she moved away completely to talk with his mother and father. Draco was stunned. He must have imagined her eyes morphing colour. It was impossible, unheard of, unlikely, just wouldn't happen!
But it had . . .
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If people thought Harry Potter's life was the sort of life everyone would love to have they were, quite honestly, completely mistaken. The young saviour of the wizarding world was used for 97 percent of the manual labour around the house and garden and was also Dudley's fighting partner if the seventeen-year-old needed to practice his martial arts. And usually through the night Vernon would come home drunk and attack the raven-haired beauty. There had been a few occasions where Harry Potter had been rushed to the hospital suffering bruises and slit wrists, at those times he had not cared that the world needed him. All that had been running through his mind was the betrayal, the pain, the grief and the only person who had ever cared about him, bothered to help him out when Vernon had gotten out of hand had moved away from Privet Drive. He remembered her clearly. Her beautiful eyes, her long black hair, her creamy pale skin, and her natural sister like behaviour. She had been his one true friend. The one person who had ignored the famous alter ego and had loved Harry for Harry. She had also been the one who had helped him realise he was gay . . . apparently there had been a bet on that one between her and Scott.
But the main point is that Harry Potter's life was in turmoil. His mind was slowly crumbling to pieces under the pressure his Aunt and Uncle kept pouring on him. And even though Dudley had long ago realised that his parents were wrong, and had grown out of the brattiness that had stuck with him through childhood, he was powerless to stop his father from beating his cousin, powerless to stop his mother from slapping Harry when he was slack in his chores due to his never ending state of semi-consciousness.
But all that was about to change again. September the first was drawing closer and Harry was determined to get his life back together before school. If only to show to his so-called 'friends' that he was not the child that needed protecting, that he was Harry and was more than capable of caring for himself. After all, he hadn't died yet. And She would probably whack him for thinking something so incredibly idiotic. But thoughts of Her were pulling in a state of depression so he blanked his mind and sighed.
What was that? There was a noise . . .
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me I feel the magic all around you And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency I feel the magic all around you I feel the magic all around you And I think about it all the time I feel the magic all around you I feel the magic building around you Tell me it's madness
Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
And I think about it all the time
Sweet temptation rush all over me
And I think about it all the time
Passion desire so intense I can't take anymore because
It's bringing me to my knees
Like I wanna be
I've got to be chained to you
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because
It's bringing me to my knees
Like I wanna be
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wanna be
I've got to be chained to you
And I think about it all the time
Tell me it's madness I barely know you
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Ten steps back you're still a mystery
Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
I can't take anymore because
It's bringing me to my knees
Like I wanna be
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like I wanna be
I've got to be chained to you
I barely know you
A song? In his mind? Was he going crazy or was this some sort of trippy magic that was taking place? As the music faded off he could have sworn he heard someone snort.
"This is creepy." Harry murmured as he pulled his pillow over his head and closed his eyes. His glasses were cutting into his nose uncomfortably but he was in no mood to move them.
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Well the first chapter is done, and I hope you all enjoyed it. (Smiles brightly) This has turned out better than my last few attempts of writing the start to this story so, yes, I am very happy. I just hope you'll all leave me some very encouraging and funny reviews.
Here's a little incentive, the first person to review gets a chocolate covered Draco Malfoy to do what you want with. XD
Can't wait for your opinions!
Brooding Vengeance Of Death aka BVOD