Rivalry, Blackmail and,…Love?

Chapter 1

Life's a bitch because if it was a slut it would be easy.

(Harry's POV)I had just gotten on the train Ron and Hermione were with the other prefects. I was thinking about the strange things that I kept dreaming about lately. Not just about Voldemort and what happened last year. I was also having dreams about Draco Malfoy and they were well let's just say I see more of him then I think I want to. 'How can I think those things about Malfoy of all people it's just...' my thoughts were cut off as the compartment door opened and Ron and Hermione walked in."Harry you won't believe who the Slitherin Prefects are!" Hermione exclaimed. Then Ron shouted "Fucking Malfoy and Pug Face Parkinson!

"Oh, come now Weeslebee you don't really mean those things do you," said Malfoy who had just come in.

"Shove off Malfoy!" Ron hissed.

"Zip it Weeslebee," Malfoy snapped.

"Just go Malfoy," Hermione sighed.

"Don't you dare talk to me you filthy mudblood," Malfoy hissed.

'GET OUT NOW MALFYO!" Ron roared.

"Why aren't you saying anything Po+head?" Malfoy sneered at Harry.

'Why? Why did he have to talk to me his voice is so alluring. It's such a turn on.

(D: 0_0)... Stop Harry you don't like Malfoy. 'Oh, right they're waiting for me to talk. Crap!

"I'm not saying anything because I'm not going to satisfy your ego by even acknowledging your presence." I said matter of fatly.

(Draco POV)

After he said that I left. 'That little...,' I growled. 'Well this year I'll just make sure he has to notice and pay attention to me' I thought with a smirk

End

(P: OK, so this is the first chapter of our new Harry Potter fanfic.

D: It's our first, if you can't already tell.

P: What's that supposed to mean.

D: Nothing but our other story wasn't a fanfic so, if they knew that then its obvious that this is our first.

P: Yeah. I'm sure that exactly what you meant. So any who I know its short but it's the first and we're trying to get used to it a bit furthermore I wrote this chap with no pre-write. As you can probably tell this is a umm…well…a…uhh…

D: A B/B story. Or at least is going to be…maybe. You have to read to find out though so READ!

P: You know what I just noticed D?

D: What?

P: Whenever we talking to the readers you don't act very, well depressed.

D: Oh that's just because I get hyper when talking to complete strangers.

P: Uhuh. Yeah ok whatever. Please continue to read and give us some comments so I will have the will to continue writing.

D: *sits in dark corner listening to sad rock songs sniffing sharpies*

P: WHAT ARE YOU DOING

D: Acting depressed.

P: UGH Whatever just don't kill yourself I still need an editor.

D: I feel so loved

P: That doesn't matter and when do I ever show nice affection?… Whoa Look at how long we've been babbling. Well guess we should say bye. Keep Reading.

D: *said in monotone* Bye.)