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A/N: Here is my second go at a Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fiction. I hope this one is better. Do Enjoy, I will try to get a chapter uploaded every five days or so. It all depends on my schedule.
Pairings: Draco and Harry. Ron and Luna. Luna and Pansy. Blaise and Nevelle. Ginney and Hermione. Severus and Remus..Severus and Sirius (before death). Sorry I love twisting things up. :]
Warnings:This story may contain explicit details of violence, sexual content, and slash pairings, also minor drug usage. If you don't like it, don't read it. Other than that, please enjoy.
I am also starving for reviews on every chapter...it helps get up the motivation. :]
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DPOV!
I found myself walking into the mist, something wasn't right here. Out of all the places I've been to, this would not be one of them. I was walking barefoot, my body was jerking every which way in rapid movements, I had no control. I wanted to turn and walk the other way, but a strange thought kept passing through my head, keeping me from going the opposite direction.
"Kill him" the scratchy voice demanded. I wanted to refuse, but I hadn't a choice. I could see nothing but fog, it felt refreshing against my bare arms, I felt my skin raise into goose bumps.
I was heading towards a clearing in front of me, I could see a boy weeping above a fallen body. I hadn't a clue of his identity, but I wished to seek him out.
"Kill the boy. Kill the boy, he's standing right in front of you Draco." The scratchy voice insisted. I would not.
"I refuse." I thought back. The voice laughed and pushed aside my will. I couldn't stop myself from moving forward, I was going to commit homicide.
The boy turned towards me, my body still moving foward, his green eyes bore into my soul.
"You." He accused. He pointed his wand at my chest.
"You are a murderer." Harry screamed.I wanted to scream to him, force him to run, but my tongue tied every time I went to speak.
I felt my fingers loop around my wand, pulling it swiftly from my pocket's depths. Harry still had his wand raised into my chest, oblivious to my reactions.
"Kill him Draco, kill the boy, you will not defy me!" The voice screamed. I held my wand in my palms, raising it just so slowly, directing it to Harry's chest, his eyes were bloody, revengeful, he didn't care that he was about to die.
"Avada Kadavera" I herd myself whisper, a ribbon of green light hit the boy in the chest, he fell backwords onto the identifiable body. I screamed inside of my head, I bent over and vomit the contents of my stomach, I was a murderer.
"Check if he is dead you foolish boy, his life meant nothing!" The scratchy voice demanded. I whimpered in protest, I wasn't. I couldn't. I did.
I knelt beside the deceased boy's body, peering into his lifeless eyes, I screamed again inside my head. My fingers pressed against his throat checking for his vital signs. No pulse, I had killed Harry Potter, the only hope against the black Lord.
"Check his heart you inbiclie!" The voice ordered. I did what I was told, unwilling. I clawed my fingers under his shirt, feeling for a heart beat. Nothing. I peered into the boy's lifeless face once again, remorse washed through me. I let my silent tears fall onto his face, unable to control my hopeless sobs. Harry's eyes snapped open and I screamed again. He smiled.
"Wake up dragon!" He whispered.
What?
"Draco, wake up!" A female's voice demanded, she was shaking me with little force, as if trying not to harm me.
"Mother?" I asked, to groggy to fully comprehend who she was.
"Yes silly child, get up, Lucious wishes to see you in his study, he gives you one hour, be ready." Mother told me.
"What bloody time is it?" I asked.
"Watch your mouth Draco, it is six thirty. Now get up before your father gets angry." She insisted. I nodded and waved her off, after she was certain I was awake she left me to my bidding. I was slightly nervous about my time with father in his study.
Another day spent with father was a grim day, he usually always rambled on about the Dark Lord and his power, and it was his honor to be his right hand man, and how much better this world would be once it was rid of all the filthy mud-bloods, and muggles. I disagreed to a point. I understood that pure blood families were decreasing, and anceint magic was becomming scarce, but I never once thought it fair to destroy innocent people for being born from unmagical blood. And for the Order, I can understand they were trying to save lives of innocent people, Father's Lord was a madman, but why not try to pursue a little more pure-blood relationships. Like the Weasel and Granger, it was clear they wanted to get under the sheets, but I couldn't see them really being in an actual relationship, the argued to much.
I of course, wished to stay neutral in this war, but I hadn't had the courage to tell Father yet. I wasn't afraid of Lucious. But I wouldn't want to cross him either. Father wasn't a cruel man, not like the world sees him. He never once laid a hand on me, but his disapproval was something I wouldn't be able to handle.
I was always taught to honor things like wealth, dignity, pride, vanity, and loyalty. I knew what it felt like to be loved, but I didn't understand why it was so important to cherish friendship and relationships. Father always tells me that those without wealth are those whom are unsuccessful. I wasn't sure if I believed in that insight of philosophy.
"Draco you best be awake and getting ready!" I heard Mother yell.
I decided mother was right, it would be wise if I wasn't late to my appointment with father. I stretched my tensed muscles and then relaxed again. I pulled myself out from underneath my silk sheets, and snapped my fingers twice. The female family house elf Twany came into view a few seconds later.
"Twany, could you be a dear and fetch me a casual outfit for this morning? I have an appointment with Father and it would be best if I get there early." I said.
"Of course master Draco, could I get you some tea?" Twany squeaked happily.
"If you would like, make it Father's favorite, have it waiting for me in his study, oh, and be sure to tell him I sent you." I told her.
"Of course master Draco, it would be a pleasure!" She squealed and popped out from my sight.
I scratched my head lazily and made my way into my personal bathroom. The floors were made from white marble, there was a dark green carpet spread across the floor, the shower was large and grand, different variates of soaps poured, out of each faucet, I had been favoring the lime scented bathing oil lately. A large oval mirror across from the shower area, bordered with white gold and silver. If you inspected it closer, tiny moving dragons were engraved into the delicate metals, their eyes shown green if your were having a good day, and silver if you were having a bad one.
I undressed quickly and turned the silver knobs to the right, my favorite oil poured out from one faucet, and water spilled from the other. I folded my towel atop the loo and made my way into the half-filled tub. The water felt luke-warm and refreshing, I had been having strange dreams through the last few weeks, and the tub water helped relieve my stress greatly.
I relaxed my body and decided it was time for a cigarette. I snapped twice and the male house elf Minkels appeared in front of me.
"Minkels would you mind fetching my cigarettes for me, I believe I left them on my nightstand." I requested.
"Yes master Draco, right away." Minkels bowed deeply and quickly ran out the bathroom door.
Father knew of my habit, and didn't mind it much, he only asked that I did not smoke in his study, father to held muggle habits, only he preferred cigars, the Cuban ones. Most people didn't know that those particular cigars were wizard made.
Minkels appeared in the bathroom again, handing me the pack.
"Thank you, if you would please, go help Twany with the tea, I'm sure father wouldn't mind." I said.
"Of course master Draco." The old elf bowed again and disapparated from view.
I took the pack of Marlboro Reds and selected one at random, not yet getting my hands wet, it stayed dry. I had left my wand in my pajama pockets, I leaned out of the tub for a minute and dug through my nightwear. Finding it, I held the tip to the cigarette and it immediately lighted. Father was teaching me how to think spells, and activate them. I was beginning to make some progress.
I inhaled deeply, missing the sensation it made traveling to my lungs. I had almost forgotten how addicted I really was to these delicasies. I flicked the ashes onto the floor, the house elves would be sure to clean up this room a bit, it was beginning to get messy.
I leaned further back into the tub and relaxed. Letting the aroma travel into my senses. Holding the cigarette with my lips and reached for my scrubby, turning another knob and soap poured onto it, just enough to lather it up a good bit, I turned the knob again and another soap poured out, smelled like lavender and vanilla. All together it was a blissful scent.
I puffed my cigarette here and there as I scrubbed my body clean. I scrubbed every last inch of skin I could reach,finishing my cigarette, I decided it was time to get a move on. It was time to rinse the foamy residue off of my now clean body.
I stood up and drained the reminder of the bathwater and put out my smoke. I turned the highest knob and the shower head sprinkled on.( The shower head was a silver serpent and it was "spitting" the water out. It's eyes were a rich emerald green.)
I was feeling particuarlly horney this morning, I think I might fancey a good wank.
I tilted my head back just enough to let the cool water fall easily on my neck, pursuing my release I trailed my fingertips gently down my torso, onto my hips, casually wrapping my fingers and palm around my stiffening arousal. I started gently pumping the shaft, letting the feeling of bliss surround my stiffened body.
I leaned against the walls for support, the cold marble sent shivers down my spine, inhancing the sensations I was giving myself.
I quickened the pace, I couldn't be in here to much longer, I let my fantasies take a hold of my mind.
Dark hair, sun-kissed skin, nice build, not to much muscle though. I had difficulty picturing a face, I had not met anyone who had any particular features I found up to my expectations.
I felt my member stiffen, the orgasm was tearing through my body. My body shook gently, my normal reaction to the feeling, releasing my seed into the falling water, I watched it run with the water down the drain, feeling relieved of the sexual tension,I reached for my towel and dried my hair.
After drying my body it was time to dress and fix up my hair. I was running late and Father had a knack for impatience.
I found a pale blue set of robes waiting for me on the counter top, pressed and clean. Twany did a great job on that note.
I dressed quickly, and applied the usual glamour, not that I needed it, but it still didn't hurt to look your best every day.
I had grown out of the slicked-back look, I've been favoring the way my hair fits around my face, when it's down and lose. Mother agrees.
Twany apparated into the room;
"Master Draco, Master Lucious has asked me to give you these, he says that it is important you see him right away, and he also says you might need one of these." She said, she bowed and handed Draco a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds, his favorite.
"Thank you Twany, tell father I am on my way, thank you." Draco said. Twany bowed again and disappareted out of his sight.
This must be one hell of a conversation if he is allowing me to smoke, no recommending I smoke in his study, I must be in for something big.
I left my room and headed down the fine spiral staircase, stopping at the seventeenth step and staring into a rather large portrait of Grandfather Malfoy.
"Good morning master Draco, do you know the password?" The portrait asked. He skipped the usual conversation all together, that was quite odd.
"Faith" Draco stated. He portrait opened and Draco stepped into his father's study.
It was a grand room, portraits of old family members were posted nicely along the wall, bookshelves of every genera on each shelf. An old redwood desk was resting in the center of the room, Father's peacock, Archimus, was resting peacefully on his perch, Father loved his exotic birds.
I found him staring out the grand window, he was holding his hands behind his back, he had been pacing.
"Good morning Father, you slept well I hope?" I can only hope he isn't in a foul mood, I don't enjoy being snapped at.
"I assure you my son, I have slept fine, now we have things we need to discuss, sit there," He pointed at a red chair that came from nowhere, it was placed opposite from his desk.
"Yes Father." I made my way quickly to my seat, neatly folding my hands in my lap,as I sat.
"Young Draco, are you aware of what bloodline you are descended from?" Lucious asked me calmly, I answered the best I could.
"Only the finest, and purest. I assure you Father, you have taught me well." I answered, showing my pride. Oh how I loved being a Malfoy.
Father smirked, pacing still, setting him palm on my shoulder as he made weaved his way around me.
"I assure you young Draco, I know." He said, smirking that infamous Malfoy smirk.
"Draco, feel free to smoke, this might be a little difficult for you to comprehend all at once, I can assure you are in no trouble, this is just family matters. Narcissia and I have been waiting until this time to tell you." Lucious told me, he had a knowing look in his eyes.
"You're certain Father, I do not wish to impose on your private studies with a mere addiction." I insisted. Father just shook his head and waved for me to do so.
I selected a cigarette and lit it with the tip of my wand again, inhaling deeply.
"You've become quite good at wordless magic, I am proud of you young one." Lucious said affectionately. I smiled,Father's approval was something I would die for.
"Thank you father, it means very much to me that you approve." I added. Lucious waved it off.
"Draco, I think it time that you know what you are. Here in a few days, hours even, you will be undergoing some serious changes, it is only a short amount of time before the clock strikes twelve and you will become an adult." Lucious began. I inhaled my cigarette again, acknowledging him to go on.
"Narcissa and I both come from a long line of veela, and of course you being our only child, you have the veela blood running through your body as we speak. Yes Draco my Lord does know of this, he considers us pureblood by the fine amount of magic we possess, he thinks we are extraordinary in many cases, I think it best that you understand you will be in pain, quite a bit, and your dreams will reveal your mate." Lucious noted.
I couldn't believe that I was a veela, that would explain the platnuim blond hair, but where would that take me.
"Excuse me ignorance Father, you said I would be given a mate?" I asked, not so sure I liked that idea.
"Yes son, male or female, it doesn't matter, it just depends on who your veela sees you best with, I can not say I want you to be with one person, because your veela could choose Harry Potter for all I could say!" Lucious noted. Draco felt himself whiten, I inhaled the cigarette even deeper and reserved my Malfoy composure.
"How do you know who your mate is?" I asked, hoping the next words that came out of his mouth were different than my suspicions.
"You've been dreaming recently of a person I presume?" Lucious asked.
I held my breath, Harry Potter was the only person in my dreams. What was I going to say when it was time for me to reveal my mate?
"Yes," I managed, reminding myself that I had thought the boy beautiful, but I always ignored his face in my fantasies, not wishing to think about the bloody bastard.
"Who is it my son?" Lucious demanded.
"Harry bloody Potter!"
His face whitened, I felt myself vomit.
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Did you guys enjoy? I hope so, this chapter was a long one! First Chapter of many!!!!!
I couldn't help but make Draco a smoker, it suits him in my eyes.