Chapter 1
(A/N: I don't anything apart from stuff you don't recognise. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.)
"Holy shit."
Dominic Malfoy stared at the letter in his hands.
"Head Boy?" he said incredulously. "Me?"
He sat down heavily on his bed, still staring at his Hogwarts letter. Dominic was 17, and just about to start his seventh year in Hogwarts. He was tall and athletically built, with a pale face, sharp grey eyes and short white-blonde hair.
"DOMINIC!"
The screech from downstairs brought him back to reality with a jolt.
"Oh crap," said Dominic, suddenly recalling what had kept him amused earlier that morning.
He stopped outside the kitchen door and, bracing himself for the imminent explosion, turned the handle.
A split second later, he was flat on his back, his sister's wand at his throat.
"Fix it," spat Sebina, her voice shaking with rage.
"Hey sis," said Dominic weakly.
"FIX IT!" Sebina screamed.
"All right, all right." Dominic gave in and got to his feet. He pointed his wand at his sister and mutter the counter-curse, returning Sebina's hair to its usual colour.
Sebina advanced on her older brother, her wand aimed straight at his chest. Sebina Malfoy was 16. She was tall and slim, with a pale, pointed face, cold grey eyes and long white blonde hair that was tied up in a high ponytail.
"I swear, Dominic," she hissed. "I've had enough. One more trick like that and you'll wish you'd never been born."
"Okay, fine, just don't get your knickers in such a twist, geez."
He dodged out the door and escaped back upstairs, leaving Sebina still fuming behind him.
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"Watch it this year, Dominic." Warned Draco. "Head Boy, that means position of authority, and I don't want you giving the name of Malfoy a bad reputation. Do nothing that I wouldn't do, or you'll be in big trouble."
"Yeah, yeah, all right." Said Dominic moodily. He'd heard it all before. Every year the three Malfoy kids got a lecture from their father about upholding the family honour. It had been worse than ever for Dominic this year, as Draco seemed to think that if Dominic was Head Boy he had to live up to the Malfoy reputation, and abuse his position as much as possible. Dominic on the other hand couldn't be bothered with his father's ideas. Dominic had better things to do without wasting time being evil and trying to live up to his father's standards. Being more evil than usual, that is.
Sebina grabbed her trunk. "Look, I have to go, the girls are waiting for me. See you at Christmas." Without waiting for a reply, she made a beeline for her friends, who were waiting for her by the train.
"Bye Mum," said Carmen. At 13, Carmen was the youngest of the Malfoy brood. The third-year Slytherin was small and pale with long blonde hair and eyes so dark they looked black. Turning away from their mother, Pansy, a small woman with permed brown hair and about three inches of makeup, Carmen snapped her fingers in front of her brother's face.
"Come on, Domino, wake up or you'll miss the train."
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It was some apprehension that Dominic entered the Prefect's compartment a few minutes later. He was the first one there. He had been given instructions from Dumbledore in his letter, telling him what to say to the new prefects, but he was still nervous. For a start, he had no idea who the Head Girl was, and they'd be working together all year.
However, just at that moment the compartment door opened, disturbing his thoughts. A girl entered. She looked around the same age as him, and the badge on her chest (an elaborate H superimposed on the Hogwarts crest) was the same as his. This, then, was the new Head Girl. She was tall, slim, and pale. She had a long, straight nose, bright hazel eyes and long jet black hair which she wore in a neat ponytail.
Dominic had opened his mouth to speak but the door opened again and the eight new prefects trooped in. Dominic shut his mouth and turned to them. Dominic recognised the two Slytherin prefects, Terence Silver and Olivia Noone, but the rest were unfamiliar.
"Hello," said the girl. "My name is Maeve Potter, and this is-"she turned to Dominic enquiringly.
"Dominic Malfoy." He said.
"You heard him." She said. "We're the Head Boy and Girl, and so long as you're prefects you'll take your orders from us and the teachers. Your duties will include...."
Dominic quickly realised that he was not required to say anything, so for the rest of her speech he just listened, and occasionally nodded in agreement. As he listened to Maeve, he could see why Dumbledore had picked her. She spoke quickly and authoratatively, and was managing to keep her audience's attention surprisingly well.
Maeve finished speaking and dismissed the prefects. As the door closed behind them she turned to Dominic once more.
"So," she said. "Malfoy and Potter."
This had not escaped Dominic's notice, so he contented himself with a nod of acknowledgement.
Maeve looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"Well," she said awkwardly. "I'll see you around, then."
"Yeah, I'll see you around," Dominic replied as Maeve left the compartment. He followed a few moments later, wrapped up in his own thoughts.
(A/N: I don't anything apart from stuff you don't recognise. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.)
"Holy shit."
Dominic Malfoy stared at the letter in his hands.
"Head Boy?" he said incredulously. "Me?"
He sat down heavily on his bed, still staring at his Hogwarts letter. Dominic was 17, and just about to start his seventh year in Hogwarts. He was tall and athletically built, with a pale face, sharp grey eyes and short white-blonde hair.
"DOMINIC!"
The screech from downstairs brought him back to reality with a jolt.
"Oh crap," said Dominic, suddenly recalling what had kept him amused earlier that morning.
He stopped outside the kitchen door and, bracing himself for the imminent explosion, turned the handle.
A split second later, he was flat on his back, his sister's wand at his throat.
"Fix it," spat Sebina, her voice shaking with rage.
"Hey sis," said Dominic weakly.
"FIX IT!" Sebina screamed.
"All right, all right." Dominic gave in and got to his feet. He pointed his wand at his sister and mutter the counter-curse, returning Sebina's hair to its usual colour.
Sebina advanced on her older brother, her wand aimed straight at his chest. Sebina Malfoy was 16. She was tall and slim, with a pale, pointed face, cold grey eyes and long white blonde hair that was tied up in a high ponytail.
"I swear, Dominic," she hissed. "I've had enough. One more trick like that and you'll wish you'd never been born."
"Okay, fine, just don't get your knickers in such a twist, geez."
He dodged out the door and escaped back upstairs, leaving Sebina still fuming behind him.
............................................................................................................
"Watch it this year, Dominic." Warned Draco. "Head Boy, that means position of authority, and I don't want you giving the name of Malfoy a bad reputation. Do nothing that I wouldn't do, or you'll be in big trouble."
"Yeah, yeah, all right." Said Dominic moodily. He'd heard it all before. Every year the three Malfoy kids got a lecture from their father about upholding the family honour. It had been worse than ever for Dominic this year, as Draco seemed to think that if Dominic was Head Boy he had to live up to the Malfoy reputation, and abuse his position as much as possible. Dominic on the other hand couldn't be bothered with his father's ideas. Dominic had better things to do without wasting time being evil and trying to live up to his father's standards. Being more evil than usual, that is.
Sebina grabbed her trunk. "Look, I have to go, the girls are waiting for me. See you at Christmas." Without waiting for a reply, she made a beeline for her friends, who were waiting for her by the train.
"Bye Mum," said Carmen. At 13, Carmen was the youngest of the Malfoy brood. The third-year Slytherin was small and pale with long blonde hair and eyes so dark they looked black. Turning away from their mother, Pansy, a small woman with permed brown hair and about three inches of makeup, Carmen snapped her fingers in front of her brother's face.
"Come on, Domino, wake up or you'll miss the train."
.........................................................................................................
It was some apprehension that Dominic entered the Prefect's compartment a few minutes later. He was the first one there. He had been given instructions from Dumbledore in his letter, telling him what to say to the new prefects, but he was still nervous. For a start, he had no idea who the Head Girl was, and they'd be working together all year.
However, just at that moment the compartment door opened, disturbing his thoughts. A girl entered. She looked around the same age as him, and the badge on her chest (an elaborate H superimposed on the Hogwarts crest) was the same as his. This, then, was the new Head Girl. She was tall, slim, and pale. She had a long, straight nose, bright hazel eyes and long jet black hair which she wore in a neat ponytail.
Dominic had opened his mouth to speak but the door opened again and the eight new prefects trooped in. Dominic shut his mouth and turned to them. Dominic recognised the two Slytherin prefects, Terence Silver and Olivia Noone, but the rest were unfamiliar.
"Hello," said the girl. "My name is Maeve Potter, and this is-"she turned to Dominic enquiringly.
"Dominic Malfoy." He said.
"You heard him." She said. "We're the Head Boy and Girl, and so long as you're prefects you'll take your orders from us and the teachers. Your duties will include...."
Dominic quickly realised that he was not required to say anything, so for the rest of her speech he just listened, and occasionally nodded in agreement. As he listened to Maeve, he could see why Dumbledore had picked her. She spoke quickly and authoratatively, and was managing to keep her audience's attention surprisingly well.
Maeve finished speaking and dismissed the prefects. As the door closed behind them she turned to Dominic once more.
"So," she said. "Malfoy and Potter."
This had not escaped Dominic's notice, so he contented himself with a nod of acknowledgement.
Maeve looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"Well," she said awkwardly. "I'll see you around, then."
"Yeah, I'll see you around," Dominic replied as Maeve left the compartment. He followed a few moments later, wrapped up in his own thoughts.