BG: Hi! It's the start of a new fanbfic being launched, and I'm super excited! I guess I should start with how I came up with it...well, I came up with it whilst rubbing lotion on my legs...strange, but there you go! XD.

This fanfic is only going to be five chapters long...but don't kill me! It's because this is just a sideline fic, I don't want to have to juggle three at the same time : D

I have a beta specially for this fic and her name is DarkTiggeress...many thanks to her, and I apolagise for my continuous bugging. (lol)

I warn you know that this is HD andtherefore contains two guys kissing(yum), it does not have much to do with the magical world at all (bear with me) and may become slightly confusing at times but you can always confront me when this particular emotion sets in!

I guess I should just ask you to read onand hopefully enjoy!

Lights, camera, SCAM!

Our lives just as they start out.

"Mistletoe," Cho said quietly, pointing at the ceiling over Harry's head.

"Yeah," Said Harry. "It's probably full of Nargles, though."

"What are Nargles?"

"No idea," Said Harry. She had moved closer. "You'd have to ask Loony. Luna, I mean."

Cho made a funny noise halfway between a sob and a laugh. She was even closer to him now. He could have counted the freckles on her nose.

"I really like you, Harry..." She moved closer…

"Aaand CUT! Okay then, let's call it a day for now, great work guys." The loud voice of the director cut through the set, Harry Potter and Aimee Lou grinned at each other, falling instantly out if character.

"You're a really good actress you know!" Harry said to her and she blushed slightly, looking very proud of herself.

"Thanks! It's really cool to be working alongside you, I've always dreamed of it." She said as they walked off of the set together. Harry opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the director.

"Harry, are we still up for a meal next week? Hermione says she's missed you," Harry nodded in reply and Ron grinned, "see you at eight on Thursday! Oh, Aimee…I need you in early tomorrow, there's a bit in the script that I have to go over with you…Hermione wants to change it again, honestly, that woman!"

Ron Weasley was both the director of the film and best friend to Harry Potter, a famous actor, with the lead role in the film 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'. It was the fifth film in a series of seven, written as a tribute to Harry himself by Hermione Granger. Hermione was also a best friend of Harry's and engaged to Ron. They had all gone to a boarding school together and this was what the films had been based on, their life at boarding school with a slight embellishment.

Okay, a big embellishment.

It was about a world of magic, hidden from the world of the non-magic, whom Hermione called 'muggles' (Harry found this quite funny). Where an orphan boy, named a saviour from the age of one for defeating a dark lord, grew up in a spiteful home with his non-magical aunt, uncle and cousin who taught him to believe that magic didn't exist. At the age of eleven, however, the world of magic had reached out to contact him and he was swept away in an exciting whirlwind of new possibilities, adventures and situations.

In this new world, he had been accepted at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry, where he made two best friends (Hermione and Ron), a few social friends and a few enemies.

At this school he learnt to cast spells using a wand, read into the future (though not very well), take care of magical plants and animals, brew potions, fly a broomstick and most importantly, he learnt to handle bad situations because that same dark lord that he had vanquished had come back to take over the world and kill Harry.

The first few films had been a huge success, but it wasn't just because it was a good story line. No, it was because it was written about, for and starred…Harry Potter! Harry wasn't any ordinary actor…no, he had been in some of the best films ever made (and he was only twenty), and these films were the best because he made them look good. Even Ron couldn't help but admit that Harry was awesome, with his acting skills, his charms and his good looks.

Fortunately, this Harry wasn't an orphan like the one in the script, his parents were called Lilly and James Potter, Lilly was an interior designer and James was an architect, both of them working as a duet to build celebrities houses. This is where Harry had gained part of his celebrity status from as they were both well known.

Lilly and James were also where Harry had gained his good looks from, Harry getting his gorgeously scruffy, jet black hair from James and his startlingly, bright green eyes from Lilly.

"Would you like to get a coffee with me? That is, if you don't have somewhere you need to be right now." Aimee's voice brought Harry out of his musings and he checked his watch as she indicated a Starbucks opposite them.

"Yeah, I have an hour to spare." He said, giving her a lop-sided grin and she nodded happily.

Draco Malfoy checked his expensive Rolex watch in a bored manner as the woman sitting opposite him prattled on. They were sitting in a stretch limousine, on their way to a world premier of the latest romance/humour and he was already fed up.

Truthfully, Draco hated world premiers. He only went to them because that was where the press would be lurking and he loved the Press. The attention, the flashing camera bulbs, the screaming of his name, the red carpet, the expensive clothing, showing off and mostly…he loved being in magazines, newspapers, on the TV.

Today's talk of the town…or preferably the country.

Draco Malfoy was an attention seeker and he would do anything to get on the front page of the newspapers. So everything he did had to be spectacular.

He even intended to die spectacularly!

Not that he planned on dying too soon, there were still so many scandals he could pull off before he kicked the bucket.

He swept his well cared for, white blond hair out of his mercury eyes and critically studied the chattering woman; she was stunning, with long, platinum blond hair, tumbling down her back. She was wearing a low cut, glamorous dress and killer heels to match, her perfectly manicured nails flashed as she waved her hands around; animatedly proving her point.

"…The way they act, it's just not fair is it?" She said and Draco nodded vaguely, as if he actually cared.

Draco Malfoy was incredibly well known…and not just for his craving for the front page! He was twenty years old and the heir to a high chair in society; the Malfoys were an incredibly rich family, well respected and never spoken ill of. They had earned their high status centuries ago, when Raum Malfoy had been given the title of Baron from a king whom he was favoured by, and since then they had been pooling money in and sucking up to the 'biggest fishes' in the pond of society.

Now the Malfoys were worth millions of pounds.

And they chose any opportunity to dangle that fact over the eager heads of others.

All Malfoys were expected to show certain etiquette at all times, the ladies were to act like ladies, and the gentlemen were to do the same.

That is…to act like gentlemen.

And this was most probably the cause of Draco's crazed behaviour; his father (the great Lucius Malfoy) had spent all of Draco's childhood teaching him to be a perfect Malfoy: cunning and quick witted, yet charming and heart stealing. Draco had spent hours learning self-discipline and common curtsey…and yet he didn't want any of it…although now he had come to thank his father for those long and laborious days, (not that Malfoy's did labour!) As he could do something extremely dishonourable on Sunday night at a wild party and have the Queen once again smiling down upon him by Monday morning, simply by using his silver tongue and maybe a handful of money.

Draco had started out using the scandals as a way to get back at his father, but it had given him such a buzz that he had instantly been hooked.

He felt the limousine slowing down slightly and turned to the still talking woman, cutting her off, rudely, in mid-speech.

"We're nearly there, are you ready Serena?" He said briskly, taking a big gulp out of the champagne bottle next to him.

"Of course I am! I can't wait to see this movie, why did we have to arrive late, anyway?" She snapped back, checking her reflection a large mirror that she had produced from nowhere.

"Because, Serena dearest, this way, the red carpet won't be full, the press'll be jumping at the new arrival and, also, it's fashionable to be late! And you know I don't mean the film…"

The limousine finally came to a halt and Draco stepped out fluidly onto the red carpet as the chauffer opened the door, smoothed out his finely tailored suit and offered his hand to Serena who took it graciously and exited the limousine in a fashion similar to Draco's.

Just as he had anticipated, Draco's eyes were nearly blinded as the flash bulbs went off ten to the dozen and he smirked as he led Serena slowly up the carpet and a few steps leading to theatre where he stopped and turned to her, a gleam in his eyes.

"Alright then, Lady Serena lets give them a killer pose."

And he kissed her passionately.

The press fell deathly silent for a split second before erupting into crazed photo taking and commentating.

"Ladies and Gentlemen at home …I, Rita Skeeta, am witnessing a moment that everyone will be talking about for some time," one reporter was breathlessly saying, "yes…it happened on Saturday the fifth of November…Draco Malfoy, feverishly kissing Serena Malfoy on the red carpet…his one and only sister!"

Yes, Draco Malfoy would do anything to get attention.

BG: Sooooo? What do you think? Is it okay or do you want to slaughter me :D.

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