A/N: Hello to our faithful readers. This is Nikki Flinn speaking. A few weeks ago, Jules(Tomsgirl2005) and I decided to write a collab together. So I'm here to write the first chapter. Jules will write the even chapters and I the odd. Hope you like!
Chapter One
Draco's POV
Normally I can handle anything. Normally. I handled my father being a crazy evil type person. Had no problem with it. Did I let it affect my school work and studies? Hell no. Did I let it affect my love life? You bet your ass I didn't.
I handled my mother's affair with a younger man. Which is still going on mind you. Did I care that the man in question is only a few years older than me? No.
Oh, hell. I'm horrible at this lying to myself shit. I can lie to other people, but ask me to lie to myself. Just can't do it.
So here's the facts of the matter. My dad's a cracked out ass who I might have accidentally got imprisoned. Long story and totally irrelevant. Yet you're going to make me go into it aren't you? Damn you.
Very well. After last year, my forth one, mind you, my charming father decided it was time to have a talk with me about my future. The talk consisted of : "When are you getting off your pampered ass and sacrificing a goat?"
Naturally I asked him about the goat bit and was informed that sacrificing a goat was the only way to appease the great heathen gods of mustard that would let me become a Death Eater as successful as he was. (Don't let his public demeanor fool you. My father's mental health has been deteriorating since I've known him. I mean, the man thinks he's a good Death eater. )
So in any case, that was about when I decided to let my father go his own way. And I just happened to make sure that his path included an all expense paid trip to Azkaban. Ok, in English, I ratted out my dad. Mum didn't seem to care. She's having fun with her boy toy.
Which brings me to that issue. True she's a lot happier when she's shagging him. And, yeah, she never makes me feel bad or left out. But seriously! The woman won't tell me who it is! Me! Her own flesh and blood! The fruit (very attractive and single fruit, I might add) of her loins!
Really that's the only thing that bothers me about the whole ordeal.
Then there's Potter. While I'm listing things, he always seems to make the list.
He's a decent gent. Not my type, I don't swing that way, thank you. But really he's a bit underrated. Of course I won't tell him this. Heavens forbid that. That would be too normal. And I'm just starting to get a feel for that stuff.
Ever since dad's departure for his 'holiday', things at the manor have changed considerably. Mum does a lot more around the house. I guess with out a husband to be the trophy for she actually takes an interest in the doings of the house. It's nice.
I wear a lot more Muggle clothes since then. Jeans are God's gift to me. I look fantastic in them and they feel soooo good. I've let my hair grow long, past my ears. It gets in my way a lot but I don't care.
I also have a bit of a problem. I can usually handle most of what life throws at me. Most of it.
But there's just one thing. One thing that no matter how many times I see it I can't help myself. I put on the sex voice and smile, actually smile, not just sneer. I somehow manage to keep my composure most of the time. But sometimes, I just can't resist.
My one bane is Ginny Weasley's freckles.
(A/N: Wow, my second new fic in one day. I've been behind on my updates lately and I'm headed to Texas in a week so I thought I'd send you guys some new material. Stay tuned for Jules' chapter.