Disclaimer: No I don't own anything or anyone (although owning Tom would
make me EXTREAMLY happy), except Ariana (who's name I didn't even come up
with) so you no sue me I no go all scary vain-y Willow-y on you.
Chapter One The Dreadful Dinner
"Now get out of my sight boy." Lucius Malfoy spat at his son, who was lying on the floor in one of the many rooms in the Malfoy Manor. Draco began to get up, shaking a bit from the side effects of the spell. He then made his way to the door but was stopped by his father's voice, "Don't forget we are having dinner with the Parkinsons to night, so be on time. Or else.." Lucius left the threat hanging while his son left the room with a 'yes sir'.
Draco had finally gotten to his room and fell down on his bed and groaned.
"Oh come on cheer up. Only a few more days till Hogwarts!"
"You and your optimism." Draco sighed. Then he looked at the semi- transparent girl that was hovering a few inches from the floor. The girl only smiled and glided over to a large desk on the other side of the room.
"Come now, you have to be just a little bit excited that you made Prefect?" The ghost asked gesturing to the letter that Draco had received that morning telling him that he was made one of the prefects of Slytherin house for the second year. "I know I was."
Draco painfully sat up and leaned back on his headboard before answering. "No, Ariana, I'm not. Besides, do you really think that Lucius would care?"
"True," Ariana sighed. "Mine never did. It was an expatiation not an honor." Ariana floated back over towards Draco and asked, "Are you all right?"
Draco chuckled. "As well as can be expected. He took it easy on be because we are having dinner with Pansy and her parents tonight. So I have to look my best in front of them."
"Oh yes that's right. I heard the house elves saying something about that, and heaven knows that an evening with the Parkensons is enough of a punishment to last a good while." Ariana said, as she looked Draco over. "And that Pansy, the child looks as if she ran into a wall repetitively."
Draco smiled at the image of Pansy running into a wall over and over again filled his mind.
"There we go. Got you smiling already." Ariana said. Then Draco looked up at her sitting in mid-air Indian style.
"What?" Ariana asked.
"Nothing important, I was just wondering what I'd ever do with out you." He shrugged.
"You would lead a very dull life. Especially with those apes- no wait calling Gregory and Vincent apes would be insulting the apes- those, whatever you want to call them, could not form a intelligent sentence if their lives depended upon it." Ariana stated. "Why don't you make new, smarter, friends?"
"I would love to trust me, but then word would get back to father, and I would be punished." Draco replied, spitting the word father out like poison. "And the only thing I don't need are more punishments. I don't want to end up dead."
Ariana sighed and floated near Draco so she was almost sitting besides him and nodded her head in agreement. Then after a moment of silence she wispered, "You don't want to wind up like me."
Draco turned sharply and said, "No I didn't mean-"
"It's alright," Ariana said holding her hand up to prevent Draco from talking. "I understand. I mean who would want to end up like me? Doomed to spend all of time bound to the one place I hate the most in the world, this manner. Or until 'This history repeats itself once more' I don't even know what that means, and I've been thinking about it for over a thousand years!"
Draco looked down at his lap and then back at Ariana. "It's alright, that just means that you can stay here with me." She looked over at Draco with a crooked smile on his face and shook her head.
"Look," She said moving into a standing position. "You better get ready for the dinner tonight. 'A Malfoy must always look their best.' Remember? So go look your best, even if it is for the Parkinson's."
Draco nodded and headed for his bathroom to get cleaned up.
The Malfoy's and Parkinson's were currently sitting in the west parlor of Malfoy Manor waiting for dinner to be served. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Parkinson were talking about the current events in the Ministry, which happened to be their best guess on how much longer Fudge will last as Minister. Mrs. Malfoy and Parkinson were quietly talking of the latest wizarding fashions and Draco was busy trying not to ring Pansy's neck as she babbled on about her recent vacation on the French Riviera.
"And then the next day, after a fabulous breakfast, I went down to the beach and I was wearing the cutest little green and yellow bikini and my hair was up in this, oh how can I explain it?" The Malfoy's butler announcing dinner cut of Pansy's rambling.
They all stood up and Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Parkinson escorted their wives to the dining room, and Draco then held out his arm for Pansy, who latched on, after receiving a glare from a look from his father.
After a very long dinner and Draco refraining himself from causing Pansy physical harm, they retired to the balcony leading off form the dinning room.
"So Draco, are you excited for the new term?" Asked Mr. Parkinson.
"Yes sir." Draco replied glaring out over the lawn that was behind Mr. Parkinson's head.
Lucius noticed this but returned to his guest. "Draco made prefect again and hopefully, if his grades pick up, he will be Head Boy nest year." He said. "Draco is second in his year, behind a filthy mudblood." Lucius spat.
"Do you mean that little Granger girl?" Asked Pansy tearing her eyes away from Draco and looking at Mr. Malfoy.
"Who?" Asked Mrs. Parkinson looking up from her brandy.
"Oh you know mother, that annoying girl I told you about with the bushy hair and know fashion sense. And she even had the nerve to hit my poor Draco!" Pansy said turning back to Draco and caressing his cheek. Draco slapped her hand away and continued to stare at the grounds behind Mr. Parkinson's head.
"What was that about?" Mr. Malfoy questioned staring at his son and gripping his snake staff a little tighter.
Draco snapped back to reality and answered, "Nothing, I got her angry and she could not keep that temper of hers in check."
It was well past eleven o'clock and the Parkinsons were still at the Manner. Pansy had just brought up the subject of school shopping and everything that she had bought at Diagon Ally, which consisted mostly of clothes. Draco upon hearing the issue spoke up.
"Mother?" He asked and continued when she looked his way. "Are we going shopping for my school supplies tomorrow?"
"Yes we are Draco, right after breakfast." Narcissa replied.
"Then may I be excused?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Of course, good night." Narcissa waved her hand and began to talk to Mrs. Parkinson once again.
Draco quickly said good bye to everyone and slipped through the door before Pansy could have her good night kiss, and headed straight for his bedroom.
AN: Wow the first chapter is typed and posted, and do you know what will go really, really great with the glowy feeling of that? A review from you. I want to dedicate this to my friend Jen/Buffy/Sydney for loving the idea and taking the time to read this even though she was, and still is, thinking of a guys name that sounds good with 'Sark' (so if you know any then drop them by when you review). And with this final closing thought: I HATE PSSAs!!!!!!!!
Chapter One The Dreadful Dinner
"Now get out of my sight boy." Lucius Malfoy spat at his son, who was lying on the floor in one of the many rooms in the Malfoy Manor. Draco began to get up, shaking a bit from the side effects of the spell. He then made his way to the door but was stopped by his father's voice, "Don't forget we are having dinner with the Parkinsons to night, so be on time. Or else.." Lucius left the threat hanging while his son left the room with a 'yes sir'.
Draco had finally gotten to his room and fell down on his bed and groaned.
"Oh come on cheer up. Only a few more days till Hogwarts!"
"You and your optimism." Draco sighed. Then he looked at the semi- transparent girl that was hovering a few inches from the floor. The girl only smiled and glided over to a large desk on the other side of the room.
"Come now, you have to be just a little bit excited that you made Prefect?" The ghost asked gesturing to the letter that Draco had received that morning telling him that he was made one of the prefects of Slytherin house for the second year. "I know I was."
Draco painfully sat up and leaned back on his headboard before answering. "No, Ariana, I'm not. Besides, do you really think that Lucius would care?"
"True," Ariana sighed. "Mine never did. It was an expatiation not an honor." Ariana floated back over towards Draco and asked, "Are you all right?"
Draco chuckled. "As well as can be expected. He took it easy on be because we are having dinner with Pansy and her parents tonight. So I have to look my best in front of them."
"Oh yes that's right. I heard the house elves saying something about that, and heaven knows that an evening with the Parkensons is enough of a punishment to last a good while." Ariana said, as she looked Draco over. "And that Pansy, the child looks as if she ran into a wall repetitively."
Draco smiled at the image of Pansy running into a wall over and over again filled his mind.
"There we go. Got you smiling already." Ariana said. Then Draco looked up at her sitting in mid-air Indian style.
"What?" Ariana asked.
"Nothing important, I was just wondering what I'd ever do with out you." He shrugged.
"You would lead a very dull life. Especially with those apes- no wait calling Gregory and Vincent apes would be insulting the apes- those, whatever you want to call them, could not form a intelligent sentence if their lives depended upon it." Ariana stated. "Why don't you make new, smarter, friends?"
"I would love to trust me, but then word would get back to father, and I would be punished." Draco replied, spitting the word father out like poison. "And the only thing I don't need are more punishments. I don't want to end up dead."
Ariana sighed and floated near Draco so she was almost sitting besides him and nodded her head in agreement. Then after a moment of silence she wispered, "You don't want to wind up like me."
Draco turned sharply and said, "No I didn't mean-"
"It's alright," Ariana said holding her hand up to prevent Draco from talking. "I understand. I mean who would want to end up like me? Doomed to spend all of time bound to the one place I hate the most in the world, this manner. Or until 'This history repeats itself once more' I don't even know what that means, and I've been thinking about it for over a thousand years!"
Draco looked down at his lap and then back at Ariana. "It's alright, that just means that you can stay here with me." She looked over at Draco with a crooked smile on his face and shook her head.
"Look," She said moving into a standing position. "You better get ready for the dinner tonight. 'A Malfoy must always look their best.' Remember? So go look your best, even if it is for the Parkinson's."
Draco nodded and headed for his bathroom to get cleaned up.
The Malfoy's and Parkinson's were currently sitting in the west parlor of Malfoy Manor waiting for dinner to be served. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Parkinson were talking about the current events in the Ministry, which happened to be their best guess on how much longer Fudge will last as Minister. Mrs. Malfoy and Parkinson were quietly talking of the latest wizarding fashions and Draco was busy trying not to ring Pansy's neck as she babbled on about her recent vacation on the French Riviera.
"And then the next day, after a fabulous breakfast, I went down to the beach and I was wearing the cutest little green and yellow bikini and my hair was up in this, oh how can I explain it?" The Malfoy's butler announcing dinner cut of Pansy's rambling.
They all stood up and Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Parkinson escorted their wives to the dining room, and Draco then held out his arm for Pansy, who latched on, after receiving a glare from a look from his father.
After a very long dinner and Draco refraining himself from causing Pansy physical harm, they retired to the balcony leading off form the dinning room.
"So Draco, are you excited for the new term?" Asked Mr. Parkinson.
"Yes sir." Draco replied glaring out over the lawn that was behind Mr. Parkinson's head.
Lucius noticed this but returned to his guest. "Draco made prefect again and hopefully, if his grades pick up, he will be Head Boy nest year." He said. "Draco is second in his year, behind a filthy mudblood." Lucius spat.
"Do you mean that little Granger girl?" Asked Pansy tearing her eyes away from Draco and looking at Mr. Malfoy.
"Who?" Asked Mrs. Parkinson looking up from her brandy.
"Oh you know mother, that annoying girl I told you about with the bushy hair and know fashion sense. And she even had the nerve to hit my poor Draco!" Pansy said turning back to Draco and caressing his cheek. Draco slapped her hand away and continued to stare at the grounds behind Mr. Parkinson's head.
"What was that about?" Mr. Malfoy questioned staring at his son and gripping his snake staff a little tighter.
Draco snapped back to reality and answered, "Nothing, I got her angry and she could not keep that temper of hers in check."
It was well past eleven o'clock and the Parkinsons were still at the Manner. Pansy had just brought up the subject of school shopping and everything that she had bought at Diagon Ally, which consisted mostly of clothes. Draco upon hearing the issue spoke up.
"Mother?" He asked and continued when she looked his way. "Are we going shopping for my school supplies tomorrow?"
"Yes we are Draco, right after breakfast." Narcissa replied.
"Then may I be excused?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Of course, good night." Narcissa waved her hand and began to talk to Mrs. Parkinson once again.
Draco quickly said good bye to everyone and slipped through the door before Pansy could have her good night kiss, and headed straight for his bedroom.
AN: Wow the first chapter is typed and posted, and do you know what will go really, really great with the glowy feeling of that? A review from you. I want to dedicate this to my friend Jen/Buffy/Sydney for loving the idea and taking the time to read this even though she was, and still is, thinking of a guys name that sounds good with 'Sark' (so if you know any then drop them by when you review). And with this final closing thought: I HATE PSSAs!!!!!!!!