I would just like to state that J.K Rowling owns all rights to these characters and certain plots that will take place within this story. I would appreciate all reviews; both good and bad. I'm actually an aspiring writer and this is my first ever fanfiction. I'm basically just trying to experiment with certain writing styles and concepts. I apologize for how short this chapter is; it's really only a prologue, and I hope to write longer chapters from this point on. Also, this story is rated "M" for later chapters. xx( : -"Shatman."
Draco Malfoy had awoken with a start. He opened his eyes to a midnight black sky; the only visible light illuminated off of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For a few moments, he watched the calm Black Lake until a soft, beautiful melody filled his ears; it sounded as if somebody was humming, not too far off from where he lay. Draco turned his pale face to find the source of the odd tune and noticed a rather petite girl with hip-length wavy, blonde hair. The sight caused him to scoff; It was none other than "Loony" Lovegood. Relief spread through him as she skipped past oblivious to his presense, almost as if she were in some sort of daze.
Draco waited a few moments until he was sure she had wandered away before he began walking across the grassy terrain, leading up to the castle. As he walked, he nearly tripped on an odd object that seemed to have fallen into the depths of the tall grass. Looking down, he tilted his head to the side; it appeared to be a large butterbeer cork with a vibrant string along with a variety of bright colored beads attached. He wondered if this was supposed to be a necklace of some sort, but thought it was a ridiculous thing to wear around a neck; although, Luna Lovegood's nickname was "Loony" for a reason.
He knew he could care less about the ghastly looking piece of "jewelry," and also who it belonged to. But for some strange reason, he felt the the sensation of picking it up and pocketing it, which baffled Draco. His eyes wandered around the area to make sure nobody was watching (as if what he was about to do was some sort of illegal activity that not a soul could know about), bent down, and stuffed it right inside his robes. Shrugging, he continued his journey up to the castle, checking his robes every few minutes to make sure the object was still there.