Pandemonium
Prologue
Draco Malfoy was the man. He was flawless and everyone wanted him. If they were lucky enough, they got him for one night, two if he was feeling generous. Draco could have anyone and anything that he wanted. Draco Malfoy was legend; he was every girl and guy's fantasy. On the eve of the Ministry's annual Autumn Ball, he had had many dancing partners, as well as many drinking partners.
All of this contributed to landing Draco where he was now, lying naked in a stranger's bed: alone.
Draco sat up, warily rubbing sleep from his eyes, and took a look around the room. It was decorated in very bad taste and screamed tack. Leopard print was everywhere and the bed sheets were velvet. Wrinkling his nose in obvious distaste, Draco slide out of the bed and pulled on his pants. He wasn't able to find his underwear, but after some searching managed to find his white button up shirt hanging off of a zebra striped lampshade.
Draco's ears perked up slightly as he heard singing coming from the bathroom. Loud, obnoxious and extremely off-tune singing. Wincing, Draco slide on his shoes and crept silently to the door, opening it and exiting without much more then a creak of the old wooden floorboards.
He tip-toed down the hallway and then down the shag carpeted stairs, pausing only after he dropped his family ring and had to bend down and root around for it. Straightening, Draco continued stealthily down the stairs and into the main hall, darting past a cluttered kitchen and sliding into the living room, which was also done in tacky jungle print.
Only a hop, skip and a jump from the front door, Draco froze and stared. Above the mantel there were family pictures, and pictures of the house's owner. One thing was present in all of the pictures and that was a man with silky blond hair tied back in extravagant looking pastel bows. The man was wearing a variety of ruffled shirts, each with fussy looking cufflinks at the base of the expensive looking suit jackets that were most likely hand embroidered.
Feeling faint, Draco's eyes traveled towards the bookshelf that was full of books. One entire row, Draco noted queasily, was full of an overdone leather bound book with gold script down the spine in elegant lettering. The spine read 'Magical Me'.
Draco had never felt sicker in his entire life and he was about ready to pass out.
He unlocked the door and raced outside, taking in the fresh air as quickly as possible. He shielded his eyes from the glaring sun and looked back at the house with sheer terror in his eyes and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He, Draco Amadeus Lucius Malfoy, had just slept with Gilderoy Lockheart.
Merlin, he had really done himself in this time. It was with these thoughts that Draco Malfoy stumbled down the street, pausing at the corner of something and Main, and vomited.
Draco Malfoy was the man. Draco Malfoy could hold his liquor extremely well. It was apparent, however, that the one thing, aside from his stomach contents, that Draco couldn't hold well was a meaningful relationship.
"Bloody hell."
Author's Notes: There's the prologue for you. In advance I would like to say in my noble defense that this story does indeed contain slash. But, if you didn't know that already then you have serious issues. I'm a very liberal writer and I expect my readers to be equally liberal or they can kindly cram it. This is going to be my fourth attempt at writing Harry Potter fan fiction, though I consider it my first true attempt. The first chapter's coming up soon. I would like to thank the following people in advance: first of all the loverly people at for hosting so many lovely stories and secondly my wonderful beta, IndigoKitti. She's my inspiration for this fic and she's the one that got me onto H/D in the first place. Thank you to her for hosting this on her site as well. Hugs and Kisses to anyone who reviews for a prologue!