A New Year


Malfoy breathed heavily. He was feeling strange, but he wasn't quite sure whether he was sick or not. And what was with this profuse perspiration? Something was happening to him… almost like… a transformation. Maybe it was puberty. He was entering his sixth year of school, it was about time.

"Oh god,' he drawled. 'I must stop thinking these ridiculous thoughts.' He shook his head quickly and felt his sweat fly greasily across the train compartment. He exhaled sharply and sat down on the leather seats. He felt the seat become moist.

He was alone for the time being, sitting on the Hogwarts Express, and waiting for Crabbe, Goyle or any of his other cronies to arrive.

Just at that moment the door of the compartment slid open. Malfoy's eyes, which had been slowly drooping, suddenly snapped up to the door.

'Why, hello ladies,' he greased suggestively.

"Malfoy,' said Hermione, 'Eyes are up here.'

"Oh, sorry.' Malfoy said, rather embarrassed. His attention turned to the foxy little minx standing net to Hermione. This was the specimen he was particularly fond of.

"Ah, Ginny Weasley. How pleasant to see you.'

'Malfoy, you slimy ball of oil.' Ginny spat. 'Goodbye!'

The two Gryffindor lasses (for that was what they now were) spat on Malfoy and strutted out of the compartment, yelling blasphemies.

Malfoy sighed, and buried his face in his hands. He would never find a soul mate… especially with this highly unusual condition he had started to develop over the summer. He wiped the strangely thick sweat off his brow and lay back on the leather seat, panting slightly. At that moment, another person entered the compartment.

It was Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco,' she purred. 'My love.'

Malfoy sighed. 'Pansy,' he muttered, 'Get over here.'

Pansy strutted over, flaunting her 'hot' body. They engaged in fellatio. Then the act of sexual intercourse was carried out, albeit briefly, as Malfoy was not feeling particularly frisky that day. It is also worth noting that he was not particularly interested in Pansy, he just needed to relieve his tension.

'Leave me Pansy,' he sighed dramatically. 'I wish to be alone.'

Pansy strutted out, flaunting her 'hot' body.

Malfoy once again lay back, and found himself thinking once more about Ginny, that small beacon of hope, in his inexplicably dark, and undeniably, greasy, life. He felt that she was the only one who he could ever love. This thought disgusted him, as he didn't believe she was good enough for him, but suddenly there was a change, a transformation if you will, and she was like a goddess to him.

'Yummy,' he accidentally blurted out while thinking about his ginger goddess.

Meanwhile in another cabin, Harry and Ginny were chatting animatedly and displaying subtle signs of affection such as touching each other's arms while laughing.

'Oh, you,' Ginny giggled, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

Harry laughed in the most macho way he could, which wasn't very macho. He then pursed his lips, squinted his eyes and leaned into Ginny while making weird squidgy noises. Ginny was alarmed at this weird behaviour and gasped.

Just then, Ron made an untimely entrance into the compartment. 'Blimey Harry! What d'you fink you're doing to my sister?'

Harry withdrew from his strange position and shifted his glasses uncomfortably. 'Uh, sorry Ron, I didn't mean anything…' Harry spluttered nervously, sneezing in that way that he does when he is embarrassed.

Ron huffed and he puffed and he almost blew the compartment down. 'Is that right?' he said angrily, turning red, always a dangerous sign.

'Ron, no!' Ginny cried as the large alpha-ginge threw himself at the small, nerdy boy with the scar.

Then Hermione entered the cabin and rolled her eyes at the site before her. She said a spell, as she does, and everything was good again. They sat down and chatted about Malfoy and his greasy ways.

And so the scarlet steam engine continued to wind its way through the countryside, full of angst-ridden teens on their way to yet another school year at Hogwarts.


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-The Grease Police