Ange de Mal Foi- Angel of Bad Faith
AU. Angsty story about a friendship between the most unlikely pair of boys. One of aristocratic pampered. upbringing, the other of a starved and deprived childhood. How will things turn out?
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters…not fair.
Draco's POV=Bold
Harry's POV=Italics
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"Bonjour, Mère, Père. Je suis prêt."[1] Draco Malfoy, a young blonde boy greeted his parents.
"Naturellement, fils. Nous nous étions demandés quand vous
accepteriez votre destin."[2] Lucius Malfoy, his father, responded.
Upon acceptance of his arranged marriage, boys were expected to come forth to their parents and say, in fluent French, "Mother, Father. I am ready." Or something to that extent.
Draco did not know just what his parents had in mind.
"Son, we have decided a different fate for you." Draco gasped. "You get to choose your own 'jeune mariée'[3]. Yes, I know this is unheard of, but we want you to be happy." Draco smiled.
"We knew you expected to be wed to that awful Parkinson girl, but she...is no longer suitable, she went off and got herself...enceinte[4]…by Goyle, no less."
"Father, honestly, I am not surprised...but..."
"Hush, boy, I'm not finished. When you return to Hogwarts in the fall, you will begin your search for a bride. When you return next summer, we expect to see one."
"Oh, Mère, Père, you have no idea how happy this makes me!"
Across town, yes they were in London, a raven haired boy furiously scrubbed the floor panels of his aunt and uncle's dingy kitchen.
"Get off your lazy arse and get me a soda, orphan boy!" His "little" cousin Dudley, who nearly tripled him in size, had decided to use him as a servant again.
"I have to scrub the floors." The brunette said bluntly.
"Well now you have to get me a soda," Dudley said, and promptly shoved him
"POTTER!!" A bigger, fatter, version of Dudley appeared, if that was even possible, "how long does it take you to scrub a bloody floor tile?"
"But...Dudley...Ow...Stop..Uncle Vernon....o c'mon...that's not..." SLAM. Harry Potter was back in the cupboard under the stairs. "Bloody fat arse should clean the damned kitchen himself."
Harry Potter's parents died when he was very young...the died protecting him. Some crazed madman had been put in jail, and the only witnesses were Lily and James Potter, Harry's parents.
Somehow, that freak got out, and decided to get revenge. He went berserk and shot James, killing him instantly. He then turned to Harry. Lily saw, and rushed in front of him. She died too. The only one left was little Harry Potter. He got shot too..right above the heart. Miraculously, he didn't die. He was only left with a curious scar in the shape of a star and a distant memory. The thought made him shiver.
The next thing he knew, he was living with the Dursley's. They made him sick. He couldn't wait until he got to go back to Hogwarts. It was a school for the arts. Lily and James had attended, and they set up for Harry to go, once he turned of age. Harry was now 15, and had been going to Hogwarts for 4 years. In only a few, short weeks, he would be home, what he truly thought of as home.
"Draco! Mon petit Dragon!" His mother called to him
"Yes, mum?" Draco answered, rolling his eyes.
"Grab your things, its almost time to go off to Diagon Alley, time for 'schoooool supplieeesss'." She practically sang the last bit. Narcissa Malfoy always got a tad bit giddy when it came to shopping.
"Typical woman," Draco thought, "always going on about shopping."
"Hold on, go pack the car while I get a few things." Narcissa squealed as she ran up the stairs.
"Honestly, that woman…she acts more childish than I do." Draco said to himself.
"Well of course, but, you do remember our talk, right, Dragon?" Lucius had met him at the car.
"Of course father! I am so gracious that I may pick my own bride." Draco almost squeaked with nervousness.
"Just making sure you remembered. Have fun at school, and don't forget to write me with how the wife hunt is coming."
"Of course, Father." Draco bowed as he heard his mother's voice.
"Mon petit dragon!!! We must go!! Diagon Alley awaits!!!" Narcissa swept down the stairs , clutching her purse, as if she dropped it, her heart would stop.
"Yes, Mother." Draco gave his father a smirk before disappearing into the car.
Lucius just smiled and nodded knowingly.
"Uncle Vernon…I have to go get supplies…Um…yea…" Harry said, biting his lip, and finding the floor rather interesting.
"…Well get in the bloody car, you sniveling twit." Vernon said, coldly.
"Ye-yessir." Harry fumbled his way to the car.
They soon arrived at the bustling alleyway of shops.
"Well. Get out. Go do whatever it is that you do." Vernon spat, and drove away
Harry sighed, and then looked around for anyone he knew. He recognized a face, and instantly groaned. Malfoy. And, bloody hell, it looked like he was coming towards him.
Draco had been dragged to every shop in the whole lot in the span of just a morning by his deranged mother. He was so tired of her girlish fun in shopping, that any familiar face would be welcomed. Draco looked around, just to see if he knew anyone, when his eyes caught a familiar clump of unruly dark hair. "It may be Potter, but it's better than another hour of this." He looked over to his mother, who was currently purring over a sweater. He wanted to gag. Mustering up his courage, he walked over to where Harry was standing, noticing the horrified expression on his face. "Potter, I'm not going to bite you know…" Then added as an afterthought, "unless you provoke me…" He grinned.
"Malfoy." Harry spat the word out as if it was a rotting flobberworm in his mouth.
"Well, Potter, nice to know you haven't lost your bite, either." Draco said with a smirk.
"Uh…what…what do you want?" Harry asked, shifting nervously.
"Why do I have to want anything?" Draco purred. Harry turned red, and turned away as Draco noticed his reaction. "Oh come off it Potter, you know you want it…" Draco growled, suggestively.
"Want…uh…want what?" Harry almost choked on his words.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty little boy…unless…that is what you want…" Draco batted his eyes.
"Ugh, Malfoy, shove off it." Harry tried to say, disdainfully, but his eyes gave it all away.
"Of course, Potter…of course…" Draco drawled as he walked away.
Harry felt oddly warm and uncomfortable after their little encounter.
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So, what did you think of my first shot at Harry Potter Fan Fiction?
[1] Hello, Mother, Father, I am ready
[2] Of course, son. We had wondered when you would be ready to accept your fate.
[3] Bride
[4] Pregnant