A Love Most Sinister: Chapter 1
"No Draco do not leave me I love you!" Harry screamed as he wept all about the floorboards. How could this happen to him? Why would the world be so cruel? Who do such a heinous thing?
Ron Weasley, that's who. That firey crotched little cunt found us in a uh compromising position, then went to Professer Dumbeldor, who yelled at us loudly and with anger. The two boys had never seen such loud eyes before—their anger tore at the depths of my very deep and dark soul, which has been tormented ever since that day so very long ago when the Dark Lord rose and killed my parents.
Ever since that day I have worn dark clothes and eyeliner, because I was—and still am—in morning. Someday I will avenge my parents because I love them and the Dark Lord is bad.
However, I still call him the Dark Lord, which is what his loyal follorwers call him, because they are loyal to him and that's their sign of Respect. I call him that because it sounds more sinister and appealing to my dark, deep soul than Voldemort or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
ANYWAYS, everything Bad that happened was fire crotch's fault. And Dumbeldors. All Draco (my one and only true, deep dark love) and me were doing was professing our physical love and earning for eachother with our perfectly sculpted bodies. Draco shouted Harry's name loudly and with love to the ungodly heavens, whilst neither one of the beauties noticed the horrified boy in the stairwell, gaping at the scene, which he found disturbing and horrible. Horrified, Ron ran yelling down the staircase to the common room, sending several wizard chess sets flying in many directions, and also causing an angry Crookshanks to hiss and growl his fur standing on end.
Long story short, the hole school of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ended up knowing about my and Draco's sordid affair. Of course, him being in Slytherin and me being in Gryffindor did not help the matters much. Being gay was much more acceptable than those two houses getting along. So that night, Harry found himself in his dormitory alone, bemoaning the loss of his dear love of his life. Starring in the mirror, Harry took in his deep, forest emerald jade green eyes and his dark, thick, unruly hair that shrieked of sadness and loss of love. All of his life, Harry could not believe how unfortunate his life was. Just thinking about it made tears of sorrow and pain run down his cold, pale, perfect cheek.
"Never again will I love another" Harry screamed. "All I will do now is focus on school work and killing Voldemort!" Even that was not certain, for Dumbeldor was the one who told Harry that he had to kill the Dark Lord and Harry wanted to make Dumbeldor feel the Pain and Fury that the tears running down Harry's cheeks cried about. If not killing Voldemort would make Dumbeldor cry too, then that's just what Harry would do.
It was settled. Harry would be come best friends with Voldemort. THAT would show him!
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