Disclaimer: I assume you know that since this is fanfiction, I don't own
anything you have read in any of the books. However I do own Ina, and am
wiling to sue if anyone else uses her.I am just playing. If anyone feels
like they would like to extend on the story email me at
sdotson@webbschool.com. I promise to give credit where credit is due.
Also, feel free to write a sister story, just don't blow my character out
of proportion, like Scarlet O'Hara in the sequel to Gone with the Wind,
Scarlet.
Author's note: This fic was primarily written because I am sick of seeing Draco and Hermione paired together. You people are screwing with the system!!! Anyway, it shows Draco for the arrogant asshole (God bless him) that he is. Those with week constitutions should not read. There will be brutal beatings, killings, child molestation and rape, abuse in every form of the word. I cannot promise much sex, because I am not good at writing literary porn (as some of you have proven you excel at!). Sorry.
Chapter 1
Draco
"Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused."
--Eurythmics
Draco awoke one morning without the customary warmth of his wife's flesh pressed against him. He shivered as he sat up, squinting in the already brilliant sunlight as he searched the extravagant suite for the familiar thin silhouette.
"Hey you!"
Draco turned into the pillow being slapped into his face. "Watch it now," he said as he pulled the woman back on the bed with him. "We wouldn't want to cause anything regrettable in only one year of blissful matrimony." He picked up the pillow and returned the playful whack against her backside as she stood to get up.
The woman paced around the room for a moment, before collapsing in a chair. "How much longer must we stay here?"
"I don't know. Father said he would notify us when it was safe to make a move."
"Oh! When will they quit treating us like children?"
"I suppose when you two decide to begin acting as adults."
Draco sat up straight in bed and the girl stood up quickly, keeping her eyes lowered to the ground. Lucious Malfoy stepped into the room through the grand fireplace.
"Well, Draco, you are looking very dignified. I am so glad you mother and I taught you to get up and dress in the morning. Or at very least not to go to bed with wet hair.
Draco glanced toward the mirror, seeing a young man with matted disheveled hair looking back at him. In a hasty attempt to look presentable, Draco combed his fingers vigorously through his hair but to no avail. His effort just made the mess worse.
"Well that certainly helped, didn't it?"
Draco flushed slightly at his father's sarcastic criticism.
"You two will remain stationed in America for approximately two weeks, then shall move into Canada." With that, Lucious stepped through the fireplace and back into Malfoy Manor.
Draco let out an aggravated hiss.
"What goes around comes around."
Draco grunted at the weak attempt to console him.
"He was right you know," the girl said. "About your hair I mean."
"Shut up you!" Draco growled and threw a book at her from the nightstand.
The girl gave a yelp of shock as the book struck her across the head.
"Oh! Calm down Ina! It was only a paperback!" he said before pulling the sheets back over his head.
Author's note: This fic was primarily written because I am sick of seeing Draco and Hermione paired together. You people are screwing with the system!!! Anyway, it shows Draco for the arrogant asshole (God bless him) that he is. Those with week constitutions should not read. There will be brutal beatings, killings, child molestation and rape, abuse in every form of the word. I cannot promise much sex, because I am not good at writing literary porn (as some of you have proven you excel at!). Sorry.
Chapter 1
Draco
"Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused."
--Eurythmics
Draco awoke one morning without the customary warmth of his wife's flesh pressed against him. He shivered as he sat up, squinting in the already brilliant sunlight as he searched the extravagant suite for the familiar thin silhouette.
"Hey you!"
Draco turned into the pillow being slapped into his face. "Watch it now," he said as he pulled the woman back on the bed with him. "We wouldn't want to cause anything regrettable in only one year of blissful matrimony." He picked up the pillow and returned the playful whack against her backside as she stood to get up.
The woman paced around the room for a moment, before collapsing in a chair. "How much longer must we stay here?"
"I don't know. Father said he would notify us when it was safe to make a move."
"Oh! When will they quit treating us like children?"
"I suppose when you two decide to begin acting as adults."
Draco sat up straight in bed and the girl stood up quickly, keeping her eyes lowered to the ground. Lucious Malfoy stepped into the room through the grand fireplace.
"Well, Draco, you are looking very dignified. I am so glad you mother and I taught you to get up and dress in the morning. Or at very least not to go to bed with wet hair.
Draco glanced toward the mirror, seeing a young man with matted disheveled hair looking back at him. In a hasty attempt to look presentable, Draco combed his fingers vigorously through his hair but to no avail. His effort just made the mess worse.
"Well that certainly helped, didn't it?"
Draco flushed slightly at his father's sarcastic criticism.
"You two will remain stationed in America for approximately two weeks, then shall move into Canada." With that, Lucious stepped through the fireplace and back into Malfoy Manor.
Draco let out an aggravated hiss.
"What goes around comes around."
Draco grunted at the weak attempt to console him.
"He was right you know," the girl said. "About your hair I mean."
"Shut up you!" Draco growled and threw a book at her from the nightstand.
The girl gave a yelp of shock as the book struck her across the head.
"Oh! Calm down Ina! It was only a paperback!" he said before pulling the sheets back over his head.