Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters within! It's all J.K. Rowling's! I just borrow them and mess around with their lives for a bit.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP (does not contain spoilers from HBP)
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Warnings: Possible language, violence, a bit of a depressed Harry, OOC-ness, some romance, some fluff, some angst (just for fun), AU (nothing from book six)
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. The idea popped up in my head late at night and so I decided to finally give a shot at writing. I'll gladly take comments and criticism (try not to be too harsh eh? lol). Please review!
Beautiful in the Moonlight – Prologue
Draco Malfoy had decided to kill Harry Potter. This was no longer a simple longing to make Potter's life hell, but instead a strong desire to actually murder the boy. The perfect, can't do anything wrong, Gryffindor prat. Draco was pissed beyond belief. His father was in Azkaban and Potter would pay dearly because naturally it was entirely his fault.
Draco spent the first half of the summer after fifth year plotting. His plan had to be flawless. Draco didn't want anything to get in the way of murdering the bloody Boy Who Lived, or rather the Boy Who Wouldn't Die. That name would soon change. Draco thought of many names for him that could be used in the daily profit after Potter's demise. 'The Boy Who Died A Gruesome Death at the Hands of Draco Malfoy' was his favourite. A bit long, yes, but it got the point across. And, he decided, it would definitely be a gruesome death. Although on second thought, maybe The Boy Who Died A Gruesome Death would suffice. Draco crossed out the last few words on that choice. Wouldn't want to tarnish his reputation after all. He was a Malfoy, and as such, would not be labelled a murderer.
Draco used every resource at his disposal to come up with a sinister and utterly evil plan. The Malfoy libraries had an abundance of books and Draco had no problem finding numerous spells that would kill Potter, and cause him the most amount of pain as possible. The scratching of a quill on parchment could be heard late into the night on many occasions. A too-curious house elf made the mistake of questioning Draco's mental state. That landed him out of the house with a full set of wizard's robes and a hat to boot.
Late one evening Draco sat back and observed all of the notes he had made. There were many spells. Many very painful spells. Unfortunately none of the spells satisfied Draco. He sighed, and got back to work, the scratching of his quill never letting up.
It was not until July 31st that Draco came up with his plan. Sitting on the loo with his pants down at his ankles Draco finally emerged from his deep concentration. He had it. The Ultimate Plan, with a capital 'U' and a capital 'P'. The Plan of all Plans. The Plan that would undoubtedly be the downfall of Harry bloody Potter. Draco would simply find Potter, and kill him. Yes, that was his 'Plan'.
It had been a rather stressful hour on the loo that day, and needless to say, Draco was pleased with this Plan.
Draco knew where Potter lived. He'd had a discussion with his father years ago about the upbringing of Scarhead when his father had unintentionally revealed Potter's address. For some reason it had stuck in Draco's mind – Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging – and he didn't think twice about why. Draco had decided to fly there, since it was his best means of transportation. He would definitely not degrade himself enough to step on the Knight Bus. Not with that horrendously ugly Stan…Shitpoke, or whatever his name was. That was for commoners, and Malfoys were not commoners.
On the night of August sixth Draco removed his Nimbus 2001 from its traditional location in Malfoy Manor's shed (which was more like a good size home really), and took off into the sky. Draco would land outside Potter's house, break in, cast the killing curse, and then leave before anyone could find him. It would do no good for him to get locked up in Azkaban alongside his father. 'No', Draco thought, 'that just would not do.' As much as he cared for his father, he had no desire to rot away in prison next to him. Lucius had a tendency to become quite moody without proper grooming.
The weather was not on his side that night, however, and the sudden downpour of rain caused him to land early and take shelter among some trees. Draco cursed and sneered at the sky from the ground. This was not in his plan at all.
The night was silent except for the pattering of the rain and a mysterious screeching noise. Draco, annoyed with the incessant sound, walked around until locating it. The culprit was a sing, in what looked like some sort of playground (perhaps for muggle children), on which a person was perched, slowly rocking back and forth. Draco looked carefully at the boy, his wand at the ready.
'Potter,' Draco realized. Except this was not the Potter he remembered. This Potter was soaking wet from the rain, his ebony hair slicked down across his face, which was marred with bruises. His eyes were sunken in, no longer sparkling with life as they usually did and his glasses hung broken from one of his hands. 'What happened to him?' Draco wondered and grimaced at the sight of his face. For this boy was almost void of life. The moonlight lit his facial features up with a soft glow and it was with a great amount of shock that Draco realized just how beautiful this boy before him was, despite the markings. Draco lowered his wand, still observing the boy carefully before mounting his broom once more and heading back to Malfoy Manor. All the while back he mulled things over in his brain. Yes, he was sure what he wanted.
Draco Malfoy had decided to seduce Harry Potter.
A/N: Please review! (and the following parts will hopefully be longer!)