Grey Eyes
Summary: "Those were his eyes!" Eventual Drarry slash, canon pairings pretty much abolished. You know, the good stuff. Also, next gen OC's that go with my abolished pairings doodah.
Pairing: Eventual Drarry. Other ships partially mentioned. Most canon-epilogue pairings have been abolished.
Warnings: As aforementioned, it is eventual Drarry, which is slash. Don't like, don't read. Simples! Also, there will be angst, lots of angst. And a bit of coarse language. And pretty much all canon ships of the H.P universe have been destroyed. You are welcome!
Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Most characters besides my OC's (I actually have OC's for once) belong to her, and came from her beautiful mind.
Notes: Random idea from wherever the hell random ideas come from. Multi-chapter fic. Also, even though it may look like it may be mpreg, it's not. Trust me, it's not. I really, really don' like mpreg. I'm too much of a science-buff for that.
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It was just his luck that his first class for the year was with First Years. Not that he particularly minded the task, it was just the list of names on the roll he was given made him nervous. The offspring of many of his previous peers were on that list. He let out a soft sigh and continued straightening the items situated upon his desk.
He'd waited an extra five minutes before letting this year's students into the dungeon classroom. He had a feeling that more than one of his pupils would be late.
Wordlessly, he charmed the door open, and the students began to file in and take their seats. Merlin, they were tiny!
He stood and moved closer to the class, before perching himself upon his desk, hoping for a casual look.
"As you may have already guessed, yes, I am not Professor Nott, your assigned Potions Master. He has most unfortunately come down with a horrid illness and will not be able to teach for a while. So instead, you have me. My name is," he began, before he brandished his wand, and muttered "scripto."
The chalkboard behind him was soon enough inscribed with his name in white chalk.
There was a sharp intake of breath from an undisclosed part of the room.
"Professor Draco Malfoy," he announced. "Now, to get to know your names," A piece of parchment and a quill appeared in his hands.
"Emerald Parkinson-Zabini?"
"Yes Uncle Dra… I mean, Professor Malfoy," the young girl giggled as her cheeks coloured considerably. Draco just chuckled and shook his head. "Good to see you too, precious," He looked at the next name on the roll and blinked. He looked at it again. No, it wasn't his imagination.
"Aquila Potter?" he glanced around the room.
"Present," came the reply from the blonde Gryffindor girl in the front row. Her hair shielded her face from view.
Strange, he mused. The Potter spawn was blonde. He supposed brown or ginger would be more likely. Perhaps Scar Face had found some blonde bint to settle down with. Lucky him. Draco berated himself for not reading the tabloids. Then perhaps he would know whose name to curse, repeatedly on those lonely nights thinking of a certain Golden Boy. But enough of that. Draco, just make it to the end of class, he told himself. Do that and you'll be fine.
"Okay, so that should pretty much wrap up today's class. Now, I want these essays on the properties of bezoars completed by next class, understood."
The class nodded their assent, except one bushy-haired brunette in the front row, who raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss…?"
"Granger, sir. Michaela Granger."
"Ahh yes, Miss Granger,"
"Professor, I've finished my essay already,"
Draco could barely hide his smile. "Of course you have. I must say you are no doubt your mother's daughter. You certainly have her enthusiastic aptitude." The brunette grinned proudly, and the platinum blonde –Potter's daughter- sitting next to her playfully elbowed her in the side.
He accio-ed the parchment from the girls shaking hand and quickly glanced over it. "Exceptional. I'd never thought I'd say this, but 10 points to Gryffindor for a remarkable essay. Slytherins, you have your work cut out for you this year. Class dismissed."
The First Years filed out of the room hurriedly. No one wanted to be late to their Flying lesson!
Malfoy smiled to himself as he walked back around and sat down behind his desk.
"Professor Malfoy," came a gently, almost nervous voice.
Draco lifted his head to see the young platinum blonde standing before him. Potter's daughter.
"Yes, Miss Potter," Merlin, he hoped his voice didn't waver like he thought it did.
"I have something, to ask. Well, to say. I, I think," she began. There was silence for a few moments as she decided on the best course of action.
She reached up and pulled aside her veiling fringe.
Looking up, she met Draco's eyes.
He gasped.
Those were his eyes.
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Well, what did you think of that first instalment? More is certainly on the way. Also, I'm sorry about the length. The future chapters will most definitely be longer. Pretty please review!
Love Peace and Rock always,
RockerBabe414