Ahem... First story, this is the introduction, which was written
without a beta, but don't worry, fret not, the rest is definitely going to be beta-ed
Title: Draco Malfoy and the Cimaruta
Author: Asha Charybdis
Email: ashacharybdis@Phreaker.net
Summary: Draco and Harry discover raw magic. Harry develops
a bit of a crush.
Evil plots abound and eventually... Harry will have his wicked way
with Draco...
Rating: PG... so far
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco, much as I would like him to be
my own personal sex slave, I do not own him. So J.K. Rowling,
book publishers and general rights owners DO NOT TRY TO
TAKE MY MONEY. please. I have none ; ) If this bears any resembelence to anything you've ever read before... congratulations, you've read Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction, of course its kinda unorigional. But I digress, please onward, read what I wrote to see if I could write...
Draco Malfoy and the Cimaruta
Introduction
Draco Malfoy had a secret. A deep dark secret that not a
single soul in the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry besides his five roommates, knew about. In fact other
than the house elves at Malfoy Manor there was only one other
person in the whole of England who knew the terrible truth, and
that was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy. The horrible secret was
that Draco Malfoy was by nature a very very messy person.
Left to his own resources, Draco did not care whether his
room was tidy, if his clothes were matched or if his hair was
properly sculpted into its usual severe style. If it were up to him,
as it was during the holidays at home he would eschew his
customary dark turtleneck sweater and charcoal trousers
(crafted by the Malfoy family tailor, the Veela Godiva Guucae), and
don jeans and an old shirt. During these periods of laxity he
would wander around the manor grounds barefoot, silver-blond
hair tousled and falling into his eyes, checking out the
surrounding countryside. Back at the Manor, his room would be
an unholy mess. Books jumbled with crumpled parchment,
mixed up with clean and unclean clothes on top of discarded
Quidditch gear and half-used potions ingredients. The
elaborately patterned timber flooring could be seen, in patches,
underneath the mess, but only by a trained observer. The Manor
house elves dared not touch the mess in Master Malfoy's
sleeping apartment, for fear of injury or death (potions
ingredients are sometimes rather volatile, to say nothing of the
young master himself).
However, upon his departure for Hogwarts for the first time,
his mother, having little or no influence in any other sphere of his
life, had decided upon appearance as her realm. She clasped
around his neck a talisman, an amulet, which roughly
represented a sprig of rue. This was a sparkling platinum
confusion, about the diameter of a passion fruit, of ingenious
design called a Cimaruta. Draco, thinking it a mother's
sentimental gift, accepted it graciously.
Narcissa's purpose in giving her son the Cimaruta was
twofold. Firstly it contained a charm, which upon its owners
command (a gentle touch and a murmur) would straighten hair,
dress smartly and if (invariably in Draco's case) needed, tidy the
room of which the owner was an inhabitant. Needless to say this
made Draco rather popular among his dorm-mates, who were
sworn to secrecy about their beneficial housemaid. Of this first
purpose Draco was aware. Of the amulets second purpose, on
the other hand, he was not informed.
For her own myriad purposes, Narcissa Malfoy had
neglected to tell her son that the Cimaruta was also protective.
For as long as Draco wore the amulet, which fortunately was
almost permanently, his own person would be unmarkable. No
bodily change was possible. His hair could not be cut, his
nose/ears/tongue/chin etc. could not be pierced, his skin could
not be marked (whether by tattoo, knife or flame). It was not,
however, faultless. He could still be harmed by other entities. An
instrument would not harm him, but a hand, beak, claw, hoof,
tooth or nail could (but Buckbeak is another story, and in the
past). Therefore, by the gift of an amulet to her son, Narcissa
Malfoy had done what she could to safeguard her only son when
he was away from her (and prevent the usual teenage image
changes, should inspiration take him).