Title: Different
Author: Cheska
Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter, nor Sailor Moon. They are owned by their respective owners. I make no money out of this. If I did... I wouldn't be having so much trouble paying off my bills.
Another thing, this is a Harry/Serena fanfic with a one-sided
Draco/Serena.
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Right from the start, he knew they were different.
"""""""""""""" A petite 11-year old with sun-kissed blond hair,
and bright, beautiful blue eyes happily ran to the stool. There
was no lingering step in her pace, and her cheerful disposition never
wavered. Right before the Deputy Headmistress placed the
Sorting Hat over her twin buns of hair, Serena looked over the sea of
students and grinned. It was as if she was giving them
encouragement, instead of the other way
around. "Hufflepuff!"
"Moon,
Serena!"
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She was a Huffelpuff - one of the worst places to end up in Hogwarts.
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"Malfoy,
Draco!" A boy of 11 confidently strode up to the stool, a
sneer permanently etched onto his proud face. Every step
bespoke of his nature - confident, proud, and cold. As
he sat on the stool, waiting for the Sorting Hat to go over his head,
his gray eyes swept over the student population. He assessed
and mentally critiqued each one, his sneer deepening with each fault
that he found. There was no encouragement from Draco
Malfoy - to the pureblood, they were not worth
it. "Slytherin!"
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And he
a Slytherin.
There was no way that their two Houses would ever get together.
He cared for blood purity.
He disliked associating with muggles, mudbloods, blood traitors, and mudblood lovers.
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Draco
stood behind his 'friends', a smirk on his refined features as he
gazed mockingly at the fallen figure of a weak Hufflepuff boy.
What was his
name? Ah, it didn't matter. To him, they were all the
same. They had earlier come across a filthy mudblood
Hufflepuff that dared to touch him, dared to talk to him. In
the instant his filthy robes and skin were tarnished, the boy had
paid dearly for his transgression. Crabbe and Goyle grabbed the
Hufflepuff boy, and 'taught' him a lesson that he would likely not
forget.
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She
had no care for whose blood was pure - she treated everyone equally,
with the respect that she felt that they deserved. If one was
wronged, she would defend that person with all that she had.
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"Stop
it! Can't you see that he's hurt?" Serena cried out,
rushing to the fallen form of the Hufflepuff. Draco sneered,
finding it repulsive how the blond could defend a worthless
mudblood. And she actually "You're wasting your time, Moon.
He's just a mudblood - but you wouldn't know anything about that,
would you? Being a weak Hufflepuff and all..." Draco
sneered. "And what's wrong with being a Hufflepuff?"
Serena glared, her bright blue eyes shining with intensity as she
cradled the Hufflepuff's head on her lap. "Only what we
all know to be the truth - weak, sappy, and not worth a grain of
salt." Draco smirked, seeing that he hit a nerve with the
blond. "I'll show you weak!" Serena scowled,
whipping out her wand from her kneeling position. And seeing
her reaction to his words, Draco took his wand out as well - Crabbe
and Goyle forgotten. But before either two could begin
their fight, they were interrupted by the Golden Trio. "Stop
it this instant!" Hermione cried out, rushing toward the fallen
Hufflepuff boy. Harry and Ron had taken their own wands out,
Harry training his on Draco, and Ron switching every now and then
between Crabbe and Goyle. "Professor McGonagall is
coming any moment now; you'll get in trouble if this continues!"
Hermione ranted. And sure enough, Professor McGonagall came.
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She
cared for her friends, and they for her.
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"What
do you have to say for yourselves? You know you shouldn't be
venturing into the Forbidden Forest! And at night at that!"
Professor McGonagall lectured, leveling a stern glare at her
pupils. "I'm - we're sorry Professor, but
Hermione's, and Neville's pets ran off into the Forest. We
can't very well leave them out there; who knows what will happen to
them?!" Serena exclaimed, "Besides, if anyone is to blame,
the fault lies with me." At her exclamation, the four
Gryffindors involved sputtered and stared wide-eyed at their
Hufflepuff friend. The first to recover was Harry. "No,
Professor - don't place all the blame on Serena. We went with
her into the Forest. I was the one to lead the way." At
the sound of Harry's voice, the others followed suit. Serena
may be a Hufflepuff, but she had the courage of a Gryffindor.
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But for him, he cared for no one save himself.
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Draco
threw hex after hex at his only rival within Hogwarts' grounds -
Harry Potter. Earlier that day, the two had ended up in
a scuffle, courtesy of Draco Malfoy. He had been itching for a
fight with the scarhead for some reason. The idea of messing
with the Bloody-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die stemmed from the scene that he
witnessed - Scarhead had been frequently seen with the
mudblood-loving Hufflepuff girl. Normally he wouldn't
care - no, he Thus leading to his fight with the Gryffindor
Golden Boy. As the fight progressed, the number of hexes
between the two rivals grew and grew. They both sported bloody,
and grotesque disfigurations. And, if any of the two thought
about it, they would get the tongue-lashing of their lives once they
came to Madame Pomfrey's office. But for now, neither boys had
a care in the world as they did another face-off, panting and
sweating from near exhaustion. Draco raised his wand,
mimicked by Harry, and was about to cast a boiling
curse... "Fighting again, I presume?" Snape's cold,
lazy drawl punctuated the air, as he came from around the corner of
the hallway. At the sight of his Head of House, Draco
immediately lowered his wand, and he quickly took on an appearance of
innocence. Harry, surprised by the Potions Professor's
appearance, had not lowered his wand, but turned around to stare
incredulously at the man. Snape simply took in both
boys' appearance and sneered in disapproval. His charcoal black
eyes glared hard at Harry's appearance most of all, as he took in the
wand that he still possessed in his hand. "Well, who
started it?" Snape barked, his impatience wearing
thin. "Potter, sir," Draco immediately piped up, his
face impassive. Harry's eyes grew wide at Draco's false words,
and he gave the blond a sharp look. He was about to protest,
when Snape rounded on the Gryffindor and glared. "I
should have expected this. Come along, Potter," Snape
sharply ordered, and left the vicinity. "It will be a
week of detentions for you - and 20 points off of Gryffindor,"
Snape called back. "I'll get you for this, Malfoy!"
Potter hissed, evidently pissed that he got the blame when Malfoy
began the fight in the first place. "We'll see,"
Draco smirked, and watched as Potter turned around, hurrying to catch
up to Professor Snape.
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When
she fell in love, her love was like a constant such as the natural
force of life. Everyone knew it, and even accepted it.
Because when she was in a relationship, she gave it her all.
But for him, he couldn't, wouldn't fall in love. He knew that love was a foolish, imaginary notion. It was a concept that was made up by saps that wanted to cling onto something. There was no such thing as love. They were just empty words, empty feelings that tried to lure you into a restrictive relationship.
He knew this, and used it to his advantage - luring eager women to warm his bed and sate his lust.
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A
smirk formed in his best friend's face as he saw the Slytherin Prince
meander into the Great Hall, taking his seat at the center of the
Slytherin table. He noticed, but didn't comment, on the number
of eyes that followed him from both the female and male population.
He knew that as the years progressed, Draco Malfoy's fans and secret
admirers grew - with that came the number of offers to be Draco
Malfoy's bedmate, no matter how short the relationship would actually
last. "Had a good night?" Blaise Zabini drawled once
Draco sat down, noticing how Pansy instantly draped herself over
Draco's arm. "The same," Draco replied, always
aloof, and then paused before commenting, "I heard from a little
snake that you enjoyed yourself immensely last night. A
threesome, was it?" At Draco's comment, Blaise's dark
eyes glinted in amusement, especially when he noticed from the corner
of his eyes of a certain Slytherin girl's crestfallen appearance.
He mentally shrugged it off, it wasn't his problem if his best friend
held no love for the feelings of others. "Yeah, with a
Ravenclaw and a Slytherin. You must try it sometime." Draco
simply chuckled in reply, before returning to his breakfast.
However, he stopped short when he made the unfortunate mistake of
looking across the Great Hall. The blond Slytherin momentarily
froze, his gray eyes growing cold at the sight that greeted
him. Right across from him was the Gryffindor table. And
over there was the infamous, or famous in regards to a certain
raven-haired Gryffindor, couple - Harry Potter and Serena Moon.
The happy couple laughed, and chatted amiably with their group of
friends. It didn't matter to the Gryffindors that another
student, not of their House, sat at their table. To them, she
was a part of their group, and graciously accepted her into their
fold. As Draco continued to watch the sickeningly happy
couple, he bore witness to the moment when Serena leaned toward her
boyfriend and happily kissed him, to which he responded. This
was met with a raucous, and slightly embarrassing, display of
whistles, laughter, and cheers. The Slytherin scowled at
this unflattering display of affection. Instead of continuing
with his breakfast, Draco got up and left.
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She may not be overly intelligent, and she was clumsy as hell, but her heart was always in the right place. It was her large heart, and her capability of affection that landed her into Hufflepuff. It was this that drew others to her like moths to a flame.
But it was because of her heart that she would go through such lengths to save her loved ones, at the expense of her life.
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"You
idiot!" Draco cursed aloud, his Death Eater's mask still
covering his pale face. He watched with narrowed, yet
fascinated gray eyes as Serena Moon ran across the sea of dead
bodies, not caring about the ongoing fight around her. Hexes
and curses whistled pass her, narrowly missing her by mere
centimeters. She was lucky she wasn't shot dead! Draco,
for some inexplicable reason, began to run after her. He had no
idea where she was going, but he would follow her. If you asked
him then and there why he did it - he would simply look at you
blankly before bluntly stating, "Mind you own bloody
business." But no matter how fast he ran, it just wasn't
fast enough. As he ran up a small hill, he saw to his horror of
an event that he wished that he didn't see. Serena Moon
dove blindly in front of Harry Potter, determination, loyalty, and
It was with that simple curse that won them that war.
But it was
also through the bravery of one Hufflepuff that truly won them the
war. "Serena..." Both boys whispered, one out of
pain and love, the other simply because.
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He knew they were different, and accepted that. He had accepted it a long time ago - right from the start.
It was because
of this knowledge, that he never lavished her with his attention.
He simply observed, only acknowledging her whenever no one else was
worth it.
They were like night and day.
No amount of longing or lust could bring them together.
It just wasn't how nature, or how fate intended for them to be.
And to him, he figured the same applied for Potter as well.
After all, the bloody Chosen One didn't have the girl at the end of it all.
Neither of them did.
They just had to accept it - they were too different.
End...
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Hope
you liked it!