Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or its characters (I wish!) nor do I own the rights to the characters and storyline of Moulin Rouge, although I wish I owned Ewan McGregor. I am just borrowing them for my own sadistic, sarcastic pleasures. Please enjoy my pirating!
Summary: What if Harry Potter met Moulin Rouge? In this twisted adaptation Draco, a young confused writer is thrust into the Bohemian World of modern day Paris, if modern day Paris was a Bohemian World of course! There he meets the beautiful courtesan Hermione, however the owner of the Moulin Rouge, Cornelius Fudge, has promised the rights to Hermione to the scheming Harry Potter. Will Draco be able to seduce Hermione from under Fudge's and Potter's noses, or will the writer be foiled by the very society he rebels against? Read and find out… This is my first fanfic, please be nice! -Mel
Prologue
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.'
A young man sat at his typewriter, slowly tapping out a sad, wrenching story. Every now and again a tear would drip down his pale cheek, and smudge the freshly typed ink. His blonde hair was scraped carelessly off his face, unbrushed and unwashed, as though its owner no longer cared about his appearance. In truth Draco Malfoy no longer did care for himself. Only the story onto which his uncontrolled tears splattered. His pale grey eyes glistened as he numbly typed… a story of beauty, freedom, truth and love came into existence amongst his pain and sorrows. His story.
