Disclaimer:: I don't own Degrassi blah blah. If I did JT would have never died and Declan and Holly J would be together right now :(

A/N:: This is kind of the first fanfic I've published, EVER, even if not the first one I've written. I know you might hate me for making a crossover but this was kind of an accident. HONEST. Please read without being judgemental :)

Chapter 1:: Testosterone Wars

Draco Malfoy was sitting on a chair looking through his bedroom window. He had been distracted for a while now. He couldn't stop thinking about his future. His father would want hi to become a Death Eater no doubt, but did he really want that? It would make his father proud of course. Still, sometimes he thought it might not even be worth it. He could never live a normal life. Well, normal for him. He would always be expected to obey and follow the Dark Lord. What about having a family? Most of his friends, for lack of a better word, wanted to finish school and then go live off their parents' money, maybe run the family businesses and the sort. He didn't seem to be able to fit that kind of thoughts into his plans or ideas for the future. He kept on thinking and considering along that train of thought for a while until he was interrupted by their house elf, Rutch.

"Sir?"

"What do you want?" He looked at the elf with disgust.

"You have…visitors", he said in a squeaky voice.

"Tell my mother I'll be down in a minute" he said in a bored voice, and went back to stare out the window. He hadn't heard the usual "crack" the elf made when he disappeared so he turned to look at him. Seeing the elf stood there looking uncertain he added, "Well? What are you standing there for? Go!"

"Um, well, sir…" he started shakily, "your mother wants you to dress …nicely. The visitors will stay for dinner. Miss Malfoy has planned a party for the evening sir."

Great, another of his mother's pointless parties. A whole dinner table full of hypocrites and liars. How…entertaining.

"Alright I will. Now get out of here before I kick your bony butt out of my room." To his satisfaction, this time the elf did disappear. After that e stood up and gave a look around his room. It was decorated simply but tasteful. His bed was dressed in a gray comforter with intricate silver designs, the pillows and cushions were all emerald green, gray and black. The walls were painted a soft gray and the curtains were of a slightly transparent dark green. The colors of the Slytherin house of course. His family was devoted to Salazar Slytherin's purpose and his heir's and so they proudly adopted his colors as their own. Anyone would automatically think his favorite color was green, or maybe gray. No one would ever guess that his favorite color was actually deep purple. A mysterious color. It made him think and be intrigued. He thought it was truly dramatic. It often humored him. Hell, he was even being dramatic at the moment. The color played perfectly with his silver gray eyes. He went to his very spacious closet across the room and walked in searching for something to wear tonight. Something his mother wouldn't complain about. Maybe he would wear purple. He rarely ever did, but tonight he felt like it. He found a deep purple colored button shirt that looked almost black. Perfect, he thought. He walked out again and laid the shirt on his bed along with some black trousers and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

A couple of minutes later, a perfectly groomed Malfoy sat comfortably in the huge living room in a black leather armchair listening to his parents' conversation with their guests. The Wilcasts were there, and the Rancourns. He could also see the Guthry girls sitting together with Karia Zinons. Crabbe and Goyle weren't there though. Crabbe's parents took him with them on vacation and they would come back a week before school started. As for Goyle, his aunt was on her death bed and he wasn't allowed anywhere besides her house. Malfoy couldn't believe those two had actually made it to their sixth year

He kept looking around for something to focus on until they were all called to dinner. That's when he saw a guy with dark brown hair that looked almost black and emerald green eyes walk into the room. He was tall and slim but slightly muscled. Girls always went for him, which irritated Malfoy out of his mind. Most importantly, and how could he forget, he hated him. He positively loathed the figure coming at him with a smirk on his face.

"Hello Malfoy. How's our fluffy ferret this evening?"

Elijah Goldsworthy.

He glared at him. How dare he? No one was allowed to even mention his…accident with Professor Moody. And this asshole actually dared to call him a fluffy ferret? He wouldn't even make a remark. He would never give Elijah Goldsworthy the satisfaction of being bothered by his comments. Or at least he wouldn't show it.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

"Now is that any way to treat a guest Malfoy? Be polite." He smiled full of satisfaction as he sat in the second leather armchair across from him. He actually thought Malfoy would do as he said.

"Oh, so you came for the dinner party? Really? I thought you might be here to help the house elves with the cleaning. Because my sheets need to be changed and the fountain needs cleaning."

"Interesting to know you still wet your sheets when you have nightmares Draco." Eli knew he'd won and so did Draco.

However, Draco was saved from Eli by a loud "crack" sound that came from the center of the room. Wibby, another house elf, had come to announce that dinner was ready. He never thought a day would come when he would be grateful to a house elf. Still, as they say, there's always a first time for everything. He stood up quickly and left Eli standing with a satisfied smirk as he walked up to one of the Guthry sisters, Annalessia, and offered to escort her to the dining room. She obviously said yes. Her younger sister was disappointed but she got her frown upside down when Draco said he couldn't forget the young and lovely Mira. And with that he headed to the dining room with the Guthry sisters.

Too bad I don't have a third arm, I could have taken Karia too, he thought cockily and quick smile dashed across his lips.

Dinner wasn't as bad as he expected. The Anna and Mira somehow got stuck on the other side of the table and he was left to sit by Karia. She was a bit tanned from her vacations in the Caribbean, with perfect features, long brown hair and striking violet eyes, his favorite color. Her slender body was dressed in a fine black simple cocktail dress that accented her delicate waist. She was something half the school wanted and he now had her laughing at his jokes and completely entranced. He knew how to deal with girls just fine.

Eli was sitting between Anna and Mira and he didn't seem to be wasting his time either. Anna was looking at him as if he were the most amazing thing he'd ever seen and Eli was loving it. He was pretty skilled himself. He caught Draco eyeing him annoyed and he smiled and winked.

He's so irritating! Why did he even come? He knows he's not welcome here. Then again, maybe that's precisely the reason he came. That bastard. Someday he's going to pay for trying to mess with me.

By the end of dinner however, Draco was so pleased with himself he decided to put off strangling Eli for some other day. He had a date with Karia and he had managed to snatch Anna back to paying attention to him.

You can keep the thirteen year old Eli. I bet she won't even notice you're a dick because she'll be too busy getting you to play dress-up.

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If only you knew Draco, that Anna did not go off clean. She's not a bad kisser…

He chuckled. Eli you bastard, you.

He glanced at Draco Malfoy once more, looking at him like he could strangle him, before stepping into the chimney and disappearing in a cloud of green smoke.

Guess you're not the only who can go out with a bang...