Author: Semirhage
Rating: PG (that's just this part)
Warnings: Slash. And evil thoughts. But when Draco's involved, isn't that a necessity? Because Draco and innocent thoughts just don't go together. So if you don't likey slash or evil-thoughted Draco, don't ready.
Spoilers: The fifth book for sure. The entire story is based off what would be defined as a spoiler.
Pairing: Fairly obvious.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy doesn't belong to me. If he did, he'd be tied to my bed right now and I wouldn't be writing this fic. Umm. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros, etc. etc. I'm not making any money off this, etc. etc.
Summary: Draco makes a wish and gets what he really wants, only to find he doesn't want it so much after all. Loosely based off the movie 13 Going On 30.
Archive: Probably my site. If you wanty, just ask. I'd be willing to strike a bargain with ya.
Author's Notes: This is just a teaser...to see what people think of it and to see if I should continue it or not. Yes, I'm a feedback whore. I really don't function without comments. I just figure nobody wants to read it, so I concentrate on whatever story I am getting notes on. So tell me what you think! This is the point where I'm still trying to figure out whether or not this will work for me, what direction I should go with it, etc. etc.
"Are you coming down for dinner tonight, Mother?"
A few seconds passed before a head of tangled, greasy blonde hair lifted to reveal a haggard face. Dull grey eyes stood out from a complexion too pale in a face too old for its age. The woman tiredly regarded her son, a brief flash of recognition flashing in her eyes. "No..." she whispered, her voice slurred. "I'm...I'm not hungry, Draco. You eat." Without waiting for a response, she collapsed once more to the rumpled covers, burying her face in her pillow.
Throat tight, Draco shut the door quietly then leaned against the wall, letting his eyelids droop shut. Ever since his father had been sent to Azkaban at the end of Draco's fifth year, Narcissa Malfoy had not been the woman she had once been. The Malfoys never received visitors anymore because people did not know how to react to the once dignified, graceful woman. She barely talked when she was spoken to; half the time, she lived in a daze. Draco refused to send her to St. Mungos. She would get over it in soon.
Clenching his fists, Draco snapped his eyes open and stared into the wall, trying to find the one person who was miles away - the person he knew was responsible for his father's incarceration. Harry Potter. If Draco could have anything in the world, he would want Potter to be ridiculed and cast down as the pitiful excuse for a wizard that he was. In Draco's world, Potter would be no better than the common begger; he would be a miserable creature who lived off food in dumpsters. For a few, blissful moments, Draco was able to belittle the black-haired, bespeckled boy in his mind. Then reality came crashing down.
Yeah. Four short paragraphs. I know. But I felt like I needed to get this off my chest and see if I really wanted to continue it or not. I hate wasting my time on a story nobody wants to read. x.x