Disclaimer: Characters belong to Eoin Colfer, author of Artemis Fowl series, and J. K. Rowling, author of Harry Potter series. The characters are used for entertainment purposes and no profit is gained from the writing of this fic.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasly, Draco Malfoy/OC, eventual Draco Malfoy/Artemis Fowl, possible eventual Artemis Fowl/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasly, mention of Ron Weasly/Hermione Granger
A/N: This was originally started way back in 2007. I'm hoping to continue the story but cannot promise quick updates beyond the parts already written. I also am in need of a title if one can be offered.
Chapter One:
Artemis Fowl the Second sat in the guidance office, legs crossed and hands folded neatly in his lap. The guidance counselor, one Dr. Cornwall, was the latest in a long line of doctors assigned to his case. It wasn't really their fault they all failed; Artemis just out-smarted each and every one with his superior intellect. He had even, at eleven, written a published paper under a pseudonym in a psychological journal.
Today, though, was different. This was not a regularly scheduled appointment, and was in fact delaying his lunch plans with Butler. It also didn't help the test fifteen-year-old's mood that the silly doctor was late.
A buzz was felt in the teen's pocket and he pulled out his cellular. Putting it to his ear, he heard Butler's voice on the other end.
"How long do you think you'll be, Artemis?"
"I'm tempted to leave right now. No one is here, and I am really craving that promised lunch."
"Well, I'm waiting out front, when you're ready."
"Thank you, Butler," Artemis said before disconnecting the call. As he slid the slim phone back into his pocket, the door opened at last. The person who walked through the door was not Dr. Cornwall, but rather a teen about Artemis' age. He had blocked hair slicked back that looked almost silver and grey eyes framed by thick lashes set in a face nearly as pale as Artemis' own. A scowl was on the boy's face as he tugged at the school uniform. A step behind the teenager was the esteemed doctor.
"Mr. Fowl, this is your new roommate, Draco Malfoy. He has just transferred here from a school called Hogwarts after getting expelled. I'm hoping that, what with your track record, you will in fact straighten one another out."
Draco places a hand in his pocket and fingers the thin stick of holly wood in his pocket, thinking of the best way to curse the stupid muggle who never seemed to shut up. And why the fuck had he told the vampire-looking muggle he'd been expelled? The kid seemed as if he had been drunk from a few times too many, what with that dark hair contrasting so strongly with the alabaster of his skin and the icy blue of those eyes. Fowl looked a little too perfect and proper in the St. Bartleby's School for Young Gentlemen uniform, but there was still a mischief in his manner.
"Mr. Malfoy," Artemis said, rising from his seat and holding out his hand. "My name is Artemis Fowl II; it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Shove off," Draco replied, inexplicably taking an instant dislike to the other boy. Maybe it was the dark hair, the same colour as Harry Potter's. Thinking of the hero of the wizarding world, he can't help but think of his best friend, one Ronald Weasly. Draco suddenly felt a pang, missing the fiery red head immensely.
"Draco," Dr. Cornwall snaps at the rude statement. "Mr. Fowl is to be your new roommate, so it would be to your advantage to be polite."
"Whatever," Draco's scowl deepens, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are we done yet?"
"Of course," the doctor sighs, all too happy to be rid of the two frightening young men. "Mr. Fowl, if you'd please show Mr. Malfoy to your room."
"With pleasure, Dr. Cornwall," Artemis smirks coldly before going towards the door, the blonde following him. As he walks, Artemis pulls his cellular from his pocket and calls Butler back. Butler answers on the first ring.
"Yes, Artemis?"
"Change of plans, Butler; do you think you can get into my room undetected?"
"Of course, Master Artemis, but why?" Artemis could hear the car door close and the crunch of Butler's footsteps over the connection.
"You'll see when you get there," is all the teen says before disconnecting the call. He looks back and sees Draco staring at the cell. "What?" Artemis asks in strange agitation.
"What is that?" Draco asks, pointing.
"You have got to be kidding me. If you are coming here, your family must be rich; haven't you ever heard of a cell phone?"
"Of course not," Draco growls. "We don't talk to ourselves with little boxes."
"I wasn't talking to myself; I was talking to Butler." Finally, taking a breath, Artemis just shakes his head, thinking Draco must be an idiot.
At last the two boys reach a door with the number 225 over it. Artemis turns the knob and Draco follows him in. The room is very organized, a laptop on one desk and the floors pristine. One bed is made while the second has folded sheets at the foot and a huge man sitting on it. He is wearing an Armani suit and is bald, his blue eyes hard and intense.
"Draco, this is my bodyguard, Butler. It would be wise to stay on my, and his, good side if you don't want to be hurt."
"Is that a threat, muggle?" Draco's hand goes to his pocket, fighting the urge to turn the scrawny kid into a frog or somesuch.
"Merely a fact. It is unwise to provoke those with more power than one's self."
"We'll see who has the greater power one of these days," Draco growls lowly.
Suddenly a loud cracking is heard. Draco jumps slightly and turns to see the hulk of a man cracking his knuckles ominously.
"Butler, please stop; I'm ready to get lunch."
"Of course, Master Artemis," Butler says as he follows the young man down to the car. As they are leaving, Draco can hear Artemis ask in an that annoying voice full of contempt,
"Butler, what does the word 'muggle' mean? I've never heard it before."
"Neither have I," is the last Draco hears of the duo before he sits on the unmade bed with a sigh. He couldn't believe his father had forced him to spend the rest of his school years with muggles. It hadn't even really been his fault. It was, in fact, all that mudblood Granger's fault.
With another sigh, Draco rose and went to his trunk, which he found at the foot of his bed. He opened it and the first thing he saw was a picture he'd taken of Ron by the lake on the school grounds a few weeks prior to summer break for year four. Staring at the red head's image, sorrow wells in his throat and he sinks slowly to the floor as he begins to cry.
"Curse you, Granger," he sobs, holding the picture tight to his chest. "Curse you, and that bloody Ronald Weasly. May you never be happy together."
It takes Draco several minutes to compose himself enough to unpack the rest of his trunk. He hangs the ugly muggle clothes he'd bought in his closet along with other school uniforms. He piles the school books along the floor of the closet. Everything is put where it belongs until all that is left is the picture face down on the floor. The young wizard carefully picks it up and looks at the image. Ron is waving until Draco comes running to him from out of the frame. Seeing him, Ron smiles hugely and catches him in his arms, spinning around before kissing. 'We look so happy together,' Draco thinking sadly. 'But for Malfoys, happiness can never last.' Draco flips the frame over and removes the picture. He folds it into quarters just as Artemis returns.
"What have you got?" Artemis asked as Draco slipped the folded picture into his pocket.
"None of your damn business, you arrogant prick."
Artemis is momentarily shocked; the only person who ever dared call him names was Holly Short. Everyone else either feared the youth and his gaze or his bodyguard, who could easily snap a man in two. But, here stood a blond boy his own age calling him a prick, of all names. The entire time he'd known Draco, the blonde had been nothing but rude and pissy. This was the final straw; Artemis walked slowly to the teen. "Show it to me," he says icily.
"You aren't as scary as you think you are," Draco says, unperturbed.
"Is that so? Then why is it most grown men cower before me?"
Draco shrugs, not really caring about the dark haired teen's ego. He had stood before the Dark Lord, and he was one scary man; this muggle didn't compare in the least.
While Draco is distracted by his silent musings, Artemis suddenly pushed him onto the bed behind him. Although he didn't look it, Artemis had some strength to him from prior adventures with the faeries. Draco had no time to resist before Artemis stuck his hand into the left pocket and pulled out the picture. Quickly, he moved off Draco to his own bed and unfolded the paper. What greeted him was a redhead with hazel eyes smiling and waving beside a large lake. The strange thing was that the picture was moving and, as he watched, Draco ran into the frame and into the redhead's arms before spinning around and kissing.
"Give...it…back…" Draco growls lowly as Artemis watches the scene replay itself.
Artemis can hear the desperation in the request so returns the photo. "How is you don't know what a cellular is, but your picture moves?" he asks, watching as Draco refolds the picture and returns it to his pocket.
Draco shrugs, suddenly sad. Why had Artemis done that? Why couldn't he just mind his own damn business?
"Who is he?" Artemis asks at length. "The redhead, I mean."
"Nobody," the grey eyed teen says, sorrow echoing in his words. "He is no one, so just forget about the picture; it doesn't matter."
"I think it matters a great deal," the blue eyed teen whispers lowly, but decides not to press, at least for the time being. Everything makes sense eventually.