Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the characters therein. I am a measley maggot on JKR's
shoe. This also sucks... so please be gentle when you *REVIEW*
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Harry Potter, star of Griffindor, glanced across the great hall, allowing his eyes to settle
on the one thing he wanted, but could not have. Draco Malfoy, in all his corrupt innocence, gazed
calmly, but mischieviously back.
It was times like these, when no one payed attention, when no one noticed or even cared,
that either one of the two boys relaxed at all.
********mini-flashback, kinda**********************
The final confrontation had been a difficult one, and all involved had been deeply
scarred. Harry had managed to defeat Voldemort, using Lucius Malfoy's wand. And it had been
Draco, surprisingly enough, that had invented the idea of destroying both an abusive father, and
an insane overlord in one go. After he asked to spy for Dumbledore, the headmaster informed
Harry, and the two made arrangements to teach each other curses, hexes, and protection spells to
keep them both prepared for whatever was thrown at them.
All was going smoothly for a time, and Draco and Harry had become incredibly close
friends, apart from the fact that no one else knew of course. But as all good things, it had to
end.
Fast forward a few terms, about 8 months say, and Lucius has all too conveniently
discovered Draco's trechery through his own spies at Hogwarts. Lucius, the evil bastard that he
is, pulls our gorgeous Slytherin out of school, chains him up in the Malfoy Manor dungeons, and
crucio's him until his ears bleed. Not very pleasent, I need not tell you.
And so, the Mighty Order of the Phoenix apparates/flies/any other means of heroic
transport's to the Manor, where they promptly split up, get lost, and manage to kill/maim/convert
at least eight death eaters each-including Neville. Harry "Here I am Voldie!" Potter, finds
himself almost immediately in the hidden dungeon, and seeing Draco's broken (yet still firm) body
has a MAJOR hissy fit, frees Draco, and demands to know who did this to him. Draco merely points
to his father and Voldemort standing behind Harry's shoulder.
To cut cut a rather long story even shorter, Harry and Draco beat the living kedavra out
of the wankers, kill both Lucius and Voldemort at the same moment, and save the wizarding world,
without telling anyone that the mystery blond who helped so much was Draco Malfoy, obviously.
(The Slytherins would beat the crap out of him)
*******end mini-flashback****************************
So now, with Lucius and Narcissa dead, (She got tangled in their web somewhere along the
way) Draco was free enough to insult whoever the hell was there at the time, and not just the
mudbloods and muggle-lovers. Oh no Mr Synicism, Master Malfoy had matured!
He and Blaise Zabini, whose father had been *nearly* as bad as Lucius on a fantastic day,
had become an ultimate force in the Hogwarts Halls, and with the Weasley twins graduating, and
the Dark Lord's charred remains chopped up into a thousand little pieces and fed to every dragon,
unicorn and Parkinson they could find, comic relief was very much needed. And everyone knows
sarcasm, and stand up are the best form of put down.
Those that were unafraid of being made a fool of, often joined in with the Slytherin
duo's bordering-on-nearly-almost-friendly-banter, and those that still feared the Malfoy name or
person, were ripped the shit out of on a bases far more frightening than when the Dream Team were
the object of Malfoy's loathing.
The afore mentioned group themselves, however, were no more an object of idolisation.
To the Hogwarts populace, who were not Malfoy oriented, they were GODS. The majority of the
Hogwart's pupils though, had Colin Creevey's poster sized moving pictures of both Harry *and*
Draco spellotaped onto their "To Do" lists.
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I know, It's awful. go on, tell me it's awful. or review, please review, dare you to review.
Thankyou very much!
Love, Chiche
shoe. This also sucks... so please be gentle when you *REVIEW*
==================================================================================================
Harry Potter, star of Griffindor, glanced across the great hall, allowing his eyes to settle
on the one thing he wanted, but could not have. Draco Malfoy, in all his corrupt innocence, gazed
calmly, but mischieviously back.
It was times like these, when no one payed attention, when no one noticed or even cared,
that either one of the two boys relaxed at all.
********mini-flashback, kinda**********************
The final confrontation had been a difficult one, and all involved had been deeply
scarred. Harry had managed to defeat Voldemort, using Lucius Malfoy's wand. And it had been
Draco, surprisingly enough, that had invented the idea of destroying both an abusive father, and
an insane overlord in one go. After he asked to spy for Dumbledore, the headmaster informed
Harry, and the two made arrangements to teach each other curses, hexes, and protection spells to
keep them both prepared for whatever was thrown at them.
All was going smoothly for a time, and Draco and Harry had become incredibly close
friends, apart from the fact that no one else knew of course. But as all good things, it had to
end.
Fast forward a few terms, about 8 months say, and Lucius has all too conveniently
discovered Draco's trechery through his own spies at Hogwarts. Lucius, the evil bastard that he
is, pulls our gorgeous Slytherin out of school, chains him up in the Malfoy Manor dungeons, and
crucio's him until his ears bleed. Not very pleasent, I need not tell you.
And so, the Mighty Order of the Phoenix apparates/flies/any other means of heroic
transport's to the Manor, where they promptly split up, get lost, and manage to kill/maim/convert
at least eight death eaters each-including Neville. Harry "Here I am Voldie!" Potter, finds
himself almost immediately in the hidden dungeon, and seeing Draco's broken (yet still firm) body
has a MAJOR hissy fit, frees Draco, and demands to know who did this to him. Draco merely points
to his father and Voldemort standing behind Harry's shoulder.
To cut cut a rather long story even shorter, Harry and Draco beat the living kedavra out
of the wankers, kill both Lucius and Voldemort at the same moment, and save the wizarding world,
without telling anyone that the mystery blond who helped so much was Draco Malfoy, obviously.
(The Slytherins would beat the crap out of him)
*******end mini-flashback****************************
So now, with Lucius and Narcissa dead, (She got tangled in their web somewhere along the
way) Draco was free enough to insult whoever the hell was there at the time, and not just the
mudbloods and muggle-lovers. Oh no Mr Synicism, Master Malfoy had matured!
He and Blaise Zabini, whose father had been *nearly* as bad as Lucius on a fantastic day,
had become an ultimate force in the Hogwarts Halls, and with the Weasley twins graduating, and
the Dark Lord's charred remains chopped up into a thousand little pieces and fed to every dragon,
unicorn and Parkinson they could find, comic relief was very much needed. And everyone knows
sarcasm, and stand up are the best form of put down.
Those that were unafraid of being made a fool of, often joined in with the Slytherin
duo's bordering-on-nearly-almost-friendly-banter, and those that still feared the Malfoy name or
person, were ripped the shit out of on a bases far more frightening than when the Dream Team were
the object of Malfoy's loathing.
The afore mentioned group themselves, however, were no more an object of idolisation.
To the Hogwarts populace, who were not Malfoy oriented, they were GODS. The majority of the
Hogwart's pupils though, had Colin Creevey's poster sized moving pictures of both Harry *and*
Draco spellotaped onto their "To Do" lists.
======================================================================
I know, It's awful. go on, tell me it's awful. or review, please review, dare you to review.
Thankyou very much!
Love, Chiche