Take Me As I Am
Prologue- Eye Candy
Rated - PG13
Disclaimer - I do not own any Harry Potter characters I give full credit to J.K. Rowlings.
Summary - School has just begun, releasing Draco from the prison most call a house. But time can do tricky things to people, and emotions can strike just as quickly. What becomes of Draco when he's consumed with these feelings for someone but doesn't want to show it?
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Eye Candy

It was the last day of August and the Malfoy Manor had been swept with such commotion! Draco's father had been dealing with the Administrators from the Ministry of Magic all summer long, constantly being patrolled for any sign of the dark arts. Someone had tipped them off that the Malfoys had secretly been conducting contacts with the Dark Lord for several years now. Of course, no one would believe such a high maintenance family would ever be caught doing something so vile… until this summer. "To hell with this," Draco cursed to no one in particular. He had been raving mad ever since he had gotten home from Hogwarts. "What the fuck? I'm Draco Malfoy and I will not be overseen by some damn mother fucker just because they think we're in contact with the Dark Lord!" He threw some rather thick books across the room, causing his mother to come scurrying in.

"Draco, darling, do try and contain yourself," she soothed but that didn't stop him from throwing more objects across their living room. Narcissa Malfoy looked helplessly at him, knowing the pain he was feeling. None of them were allowed to leave without an escort or even speak to other wizards without their conversation being tapped into. "This is the last day, honey."

Draco, who had been pacing back and forth across the room, turned to look at his mother. "The last day? For who mother? Me? You and dad will still have to deal with those…. Those bloody bastards!" He let out a sigh and plopped down onto the emerald sofa. "I'll kill who ever snitched on us," he whispered, more or less to himself. He had been like this all summer, and hardly anyone could blame him.

It was then Lucius came into the room, rubbing his temple in frustration. "Damn the Ministry! Damn them all." He also threw some random object across the room. It was clear where that bad behavior was hereditary. He stood next to Narcissa as she gently laid her hand on his only to have it forcefully pushed off. "Curse them all! I bet you all our galleons that it was Weasley! Oh, mark my words, he'll wish he never messed with me when I'm through with him!"

The sky grew dark and began to fill with the ancient stars. Draco, now sitting by his window, stared blankly out into the world, his knee propped up with his arm stretched out upon it. The summer had been a complete waist of his life! But, somewhere along the way, he found the settle confinement given to him was rather comforting. This was his last year at Hogwarts. Finally, he'd be able to leave that wretched place for good and venture out into the world. "And they shall fear the name, Malfoy. Just as the Dark Lord's name is spoken with the up most fear and respect, so shall the will of Draco Malfoy be done," he recited to himself. It was something he had dreamed he said to the wizarding world. He snickered something under his breath and began walked to his bed. Draping the covers, Draco began to drift into a deep sleep. Morning came only too soon. Light began to shine through Draco's thin black drapes, causing a gray stand of light to fall upon his face. Twitching, he slowly opens his eyes then quickly pulled the covers over his eyes. "Not now…"

But his mother would not tolerate this. She came in, wearing her finest gown and opened his drapes so that he got the full blast of the morning sun. "Wake up, darling. You'll be leaving for school soon," she nagged. "Your things have been packed already. Now get up and get dressed!" She left the room briskly, her high heels stamping along their hallway.

"Damn it all," Draco yawned. He sat up and stretched. His hair was down, hanging in front of his face. It only made him look sexier. He began to take off his shirt, revealing his muscular form. He had nothing better to do than work out, not that he was complaining with the results. He knew he was good looking, charming, and had that bad boy attitude that all girls dream of in a man. It didn't help his ego though. After putting on his school uniform, he gelled back his hair and went down the stairs. "Morning, father." Lucius was at the door, leaning on its frame.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at his son. "You're five minutes late, Draco." He walked closer to him, glaring daggers at him. "I've already taken more stress than I need… now, let's go!" Draco dared not to anger him further. By the time the reached the train station, Lucius Malfoy had simmered down a little. "Now, run along, Draco. I do not wish to linger."

The Hogwarts train looked at its best, mostly because he'd never have to see it again for many years to come. Entering the train, he couldn't find any signs of Crabbs or Goyle anywhere. "To hell with it," he sighed and went to look for a spot to sit down. It was then a familiar, and rather annoying, voice danced into his ears. "Potter," he growled. Well wasn't this perfect? After spending summer in almost complete misery, now he gets to face the one and only 'Harry Potter.' Harry was sitting inside a booth with Ron, both of them waiting on Hermione to hurry up and join them. Harry, who was always miserable during the summer, began to laugh and smile at whatever Ron was going on about. Draco leaned his hand against the booth, ready to barge in and ruin their fun.

It was then he felt something brush up against his back, pushing him forward. "Who the hell…" he began and turned around to see who had dared to push him. But his eyes opened widely only to be stared back with the same astonishment. It was Hermione. But she somehow looked different to him. Her hair was half way pulled back with a beautiful pendant. Her eyes were shaded with the prettiest shade of sparkling brown and her black eye liner gave her that mysterious desire. Not to mention her skin had an even tanning all around, her cheeks the perfect shade of pink to make her look naturally gorgeous. Though he couldn't tell because of her cloak, Draco was almost sure her slim figure would have given him an erection then and there. "Her…Hermione," Draco blurted out startled.

Hermione didn't take much note into how Draco looked. She merely snarled at him, giving him the same glare his father had. "Malfoy," she hissed and nudged him out of the way so that she could go sit with Harry and Ron. After closing the door, Hermione sat next to Harry, entwining their arms. The two had been dating since their sixth year, causing poor Ron to always walk in at the worst timings. "Malfoy seems to be lurking about." She grinned at Harry, stroking his arms and kissing him on the cheek.

"Would it kill you two to wait till I'm bloody out of the room? Though as exciting this may be for you two, and God knows how aroused your making Harry, I'd really rather miss out on it," Ron loudly complained. Ron, being the mutual party, had consistently had to watch his best friends go at it. "If you two want to screw like bunnies, by all means don't let me stop you but can't you at least warn me when it's coming?"

"Ron, the three of us would never see each other if I had to warn you 'every' time we wanted to play," Harry joked. Ron rolled his eyes in that 'whatever' way as Harry began to focus on Hermione again. "Now, how have you been all summer?"

Several hours had passed. Draco had found his group of friends and they were happily boasting on what they were to expect from the year. But something kept nagging Draco in the back of his head. It made him cringe that for an instant, he…. He had found Hermione desirable! He shook his head vigorously to release the image…not that it helped any. "I ran into that filthy mud blood Granger," he sneered, hoping some insulting would help him feel better. "If I'd ever seen something as hideous as that."

"Right…. Right," Goyle laughed, his mouth full with his breakfast. The train ride to Hogwarts would take longer than ever. Unfortunately for Draco, the only thing to occupy his mind were his hormones… Thinking with your penis is never a good thing… no matter what the circumstances. Draco could only hope that this was a side effect from his horrible summer. But one can only hope so much.

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A/N - I hope you enjoyed this little bit I've given out. Now, I only rated this chapter PG13 because it was only bad language. But I assure you that there is more to come. Make sure you keep up with me… there's no telling when I'll write more. Only your reviews will keep it coming. My inspiration draws on your reviews… no reviews tell me my story sucks out loud. But if I get a good handful… I'm your dedicated slave. R&R