A.N: Well, I'm back. I'm glad y'all liked the prologue so much; I wasn't too fond of it myself. Anyway, I'm here with another chapter so I suppose you should go and read. Go on, now. It won't bite ^_^.
*NOTICE*: This is an alternate universe fic, and is contains SLASH. As in m/m and f/f relationships. This is also based loosely on 'The Faculty' and the rating may change later on.
The Hydra and the Raven
Chapter One
By ColorlessRainbow
It was one of those blazing kinds of days that makes you wish you were in Alaska or something like it. Knowing my luck, of course our school didn't have air conditioning. It had other things to focus its money on and couldn't be bothered with simple problems like that. I was in the bathroom again, only this time I was around 5-6 minutes late for my first class. I had a feeling that Miss Anikan wasn't going to let me off very easily and assign me detention. I sighed, not feeling up for being crowded in a room with a whole bunch of students--or just myself for an hour or so.
My head snapped up when I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. I swore under my breath, and without throwing the cigarette I had in my hand away; I disappeared behind a stall. The door to the bathroom swung open just as I got mine shut and latched closed. I heard heavy panting and gasping, and saw from under the stall wall that whoever was in here was hunched over the sink. I studied the strangers' shoes carefully, observing that they looked fairly new and the white leather of it didn't have any dirt stains on it. The only thing that marked its age was the light scratch that laced the top and side. He--at least I'm ASSUMING it's a he. I don't know many girls who would go into the boy's bathroom willingly...okay, wait. I take that back. Anyway, he shifted his weight slightly, letting out a deep, shuddering breath. I smirked and faintly wondered if he was being chased or something.
I looked down at the hand that held my cigarette; seeing that it was almost burned down to a stub, I tossed it into the toilet. It landed with a soft 'thunk' and I didn't think of the stranger hearing it until the atmosphere suddenly went very still and quiet.
"W-who's there?" A soft, smooth voice called out.
With the same twisted smirk on my face, I unlatched the stall door and stepped out, rounding out to face the stranger. I was mildly surprised to see Harry Potter standing in front of me, but I didn't show it; still keeping the same smug posture. He eyed me warily, folding both of his thin arms over his chest. My smile merely grew and I loomed over him threateningly, but he didn't seem affected.
"So," I started, "what're...or who're you running from?"
He looked at me quizzically for a moment before shaking his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, there must be a reason for your heaving and such, unless..." I trailed off questionably, enjoying the blush that spread to his cheeks.
"It's none of your concern, Malfoy." He muttered, turning back towards the mirror and staring blankly at it.
"Malfoy?" I snorted incredulously, "You're beginning to sound like my teachers." I slid up from behind him, trailing my finger along his backbone and leant in, purring in his ear, "And besides, anything that goes on in this school is *my* business."
Harry shrugged off my hand, ducking from underneath my touch and backing away slowly. "This isn't."
I backed him against the wall, enjoying as the calm look sank from his face and he took the classic deer-in-headlights feature. "Oh, but I think it is."
He squirmed, appearing to be very uncomfortable. "Leave me alone. I...got to get back to class." Harry pushed lightly at my shoulders and I reluctantly backed off. He added, "and so should you."
"I'd rather not." I leaned back against the white stone wall.
"Fine," He sniffed, "Do what you want." Without another glance at me, he started out of the bathroom, walking rather stiffly.
"Harry," He stopped.
"What?"
I dragged another cigarette from my pocket; making a mental note to buy more, "I'll see you after school." It was a statement, not a question...and he knew it.
I watched as he tensed up for a moment before sighing and relaxing. He said nothing as he trudged from the bathroom, leaving me alone again framed with the smoke from my cigarette.
*****
I had ended up going to my last five classes, and missing the others. But after the bell rang for school to dismiss, I was probably one of the first ones from the building and out to my car. I dumped my book bag into the front seat of my black 1999 Jeep Wrangler. My parents had bought it for me about five months ago for my birthday. They didn't understand of my obsession with Jeeps since we *are* pretty wealthy and I could have a Porsche or something along the lines of that. I liked Jeeps, they were reckless and fast and rugged looking. It suited me more than a Porsche or BMW would.
I shut the door of my Jeep, turning around just as two unfamiliar teenaged guys headed towards me. Casually I inclined against my car, greeting them with a short nod as they approached me.
"Yeah?" I asked, "What do you want?"
One of them pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and said, "You're Draco Malfoy, right?"
I nodded and he continued, "Do you have some kind of drug that increases your metabolism?"
"Sure," I opened my car door again, and searched around in the backseat before coming up with a small black suitcase. I pulled it out, placing it on the ground and kneeling before it. After I unlocked it with a small silver key, I dug through the contents of bottles and tubes of drugs it contained.
"What about MDMA?" I looked up to him as I inquired. Scowling at his clueless expression, I snapped, "Ecstasy?"
Realization dawned on his features. "Oh. Yeah, I guess. Whatever works."
I pulled out a medium sized brown bottle filled with assorted colors of pills. "Seventy-five."
"Seventy-five?" He blinked, "As in money?"
"What else would I be talking about?" I glowered darkly, not too fond of my customers idiocy towards drugs. "Listen, MDMA isn't exactly the most cheapest drug on the planet. Usually, one tablet would cost around forty to seventy. Just be lucky that I sell it so cheap and for so many tablets. Now, pay up." He shoved the money into my hand, and after I counted it, I handed him the bottle.
He didn't run off like I first expected him to, instead he stood there and stared at me. I raked a hand through my hair. "What?"
"Where do you get your supplies to sell drugs from?"
"I buy them," I answered slowly. "Mostly I make them."
I laughed sardonically when I saw both of them pale. "It's not like I'm a straight F student in Science. Do you think if I didn't know what I was doing that I would be making and selling drugs?" They exchanged nervous glances and I rolled my eyes. "You don't have anything to worry about, now would you please go?"
I locked the suitcase back up and flung it back into its original position, when they finally left. Shoving the money into my back pocket, I looked around expectantly, jumping slightly when I heard an all-too familiar voice behind me.
"You sell drugs...to other people?"
I grinned, turning around and seeing a certain black-haired somebody on the other side of my car. "Hey, you came?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, well...I thought I'd see what you wanted." Harry paused before nodding to my car. "You could be arrested for doing that, you know?"
"I figured that," I replied dryly. "It doesn't matter to me, anyway. I don't intend on the police to catch me in the first place."
"Alot of people don't," He stated, looking over my car, "But that doesn't mean that they won't make a mistake."
"I don't *make* mistakes," I pointed out haughtily. "I've been taught to be-"
"Flawless?" He cut in.
"...Imperfectly perfect, actually," I muttered. I hesitated before I spoke again, "What's with you, anyway? You were a nervous wreck in the bathroom and now you're...fine."
"People change,"
"In two hours?"
"Sometimes," His lips curved to a beginning of a smile, "I don't find you threatening."
I arched an eyebrow, barking with cold laughter. "Oh, you should." I pressed both hands on the hood of my Jeep and leaned forwards, "You really, really should."
Emerald green eyes flashed with what appeared to be defiance and the spark of anger. "You don't frighten me; what's the worst you could do anyway? Beat me to a bloody pulp? I highly doubt you'd kill me."
"Perhaps," I tilted my head to the side, "perhaps, but I doubt I'd do either of them. Ruining that pretty face?" I wrinkled my nose, "Nah."
He blinked. "Eh...pardon?"
I rounded my vehicle. "You heard me, *Potter*." I sneered, imitating what he had said previously.
He noticed the sarcasm but didn't say anything, too intent on trying to comprehend what I was about to do. Harry tried to back away, but alas, remembered that he was *already* pressed against my Jeep. I dug around for something in my pocket, before coming up with a small plastic white packet. I ripped it open and stuck the tiny green pill in my mouth as Harry looked on curiously. I didn't swallow it; but I did pin him against the car, pressing both hands on either side of his head.
"Dr-Draco?" His brows furrowed. "Er, I thought you didn't like me."
"I don't." I murmured softly, "Now, shut up."
His jaw dropped slightly as if he's never been told to shut up before. "Gods, must you be so rude? I swear. A lot of people back in En-OMMPH!"
I took my advantage while he was speaking and dipped my head down, capturing his lips with mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth with the green pill on top, before I pulled away a second later...the pill now transferred from my mouth to his. Despite his surprise, Harry made a face at the bitter and sour taste of it, almost keening over as he moved away from the car.
I smirked, and drawled, "Enjoy." before I opened the door to my Jeep and slid inside. The last thing that I saw before I drove off was his confused face and wide jaded green eyes.
End Chapter One.
End Notes: I'm sorry! I know this was short...but I have a habit of doing that. Cutting of my chapters so they're real small and stuff. But hell, at least it makes the story longer, eh? Anyway, please review? ^.^ I will love you forever and ever if you do.
*NOTICE*: This is an alternate universe fic, and is contains SLASH. As in m/m and f/f relationships. This is also based loosely on 'The Faculty' and the rating may change later on.
The Hydra and the Raven
Chapter One
By ColorlessRainbow
It was one of those blazing kinds of days that makes you wish you were in Alaska or something like it. Knowing my luck, of course our school didn't have air conditioning. It had other things to focus its money on and couldn't be bothered with simple problems like that. I was in the bathroom again, only this time I was around 5-6 minutes late for my first class. I had a feeling that Miss Anikan wasn't going to let me off very easily and assign me detention. I sighed, not feeling up for being crowded in a room with a whole bunch of students--or just myself for an hour or so.
My head snapped up when I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. I swore under my breath, and without throwing the cigarette I had in my hand away; I disappeared behind a stall. The door to the bathroom swung open just as I got mine shut and latched closed. I heard heavy panting and gasping, and saw from under the stall wall that whoever was in here was hunched over the sink. I studied the strangers' shoes carefully, observing that they looked fairly new and the white leather of it didn't have any dirt stains on it. The only thing that marked its age was the light scratch that laced the top and side. He--at least I'm ASSUMING it's a he. I don't know many girls who would go into the boy's bathroom willingly...okay, wait. I take that back. Anyway, he shifted his weight slightly, letting out a deep, shuddering breath. I smirked and faintly wondered if he was being chased or something.
I looked down at the hand that held my cigarette; seeing that it was almost burned down to a stub, I tossed it into the toilet. It landed with a soft 'thunk' and I didn't think of the stranger hearing it until the atmosphere suddenly went very still and quiet.
"W-who's there?" A soft, smooth voice called out.
With the same twisted smirk on my face, I unlatched the stall door and stepped out, rounding out to face the stranger. I was mildly surprised to see Harry Potter standing in front of me, but I didn't show it; still keeping the same smug posture. He eyed me warily, folding both of his thin arms over his chest. My smile merely grew and I loomed over him threateningly, but he didn't seem affected.
"So," I started, "what're...or who're you running from?"
He looked at me quizzically for a moment before shaking his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, there must be a reason for your heaving and such, unless..." I trailed off questionably, enjoying the blush that spread to his cheeks.
"It's none of your concern, Malfoy." He muttered, turning back towards the mirror and staring blankly at it.
"Malfoy?" I snorted incredulously, "You're beginning to sound like my teachers." I slid up from behind him, trailing my finger along his backbone and leant in, purring in his ear, "And besides, anything that goes on in this school is *my* business."
Harry shrugged off my hand, ducking from underneath my touch and backing away slowly. "This isn't."
I backed him against the wall, enjoying as the calm look sank from his face and he took the classic deer-in-headlights feature. "Oh, but I think it is."
He squirmed, appearing to be very uncomfortable. "Leave me alone. I...got to get back to class." Harry pushed lightly at my shoulders and I reluctantly backed off. He added, "and so should you."
"I'd rather not." I leaned back against the white stone wall.
"Fine," He sniffed, "Do what you want." Without another glance at me, he started out of the bathroom, walking rather stiffly.
"Harry," He stopped.
"What?"
I dragged another cigarette from my pocket; making a mental note to buy more, "I'll see you after school." It was a statement, not a question...and he knew it.
I watched as he tensed up for a moment before sighing and relaxing. He said nothing as he trudged from the bathroom, leaving me alone again framed with the smoke from my cigarette.
*****
I had ended up going to my last five classes, and missing the others. But after the bell rang for school to dismiss, I was probably one of the first ones from the building and out to my car. I dumped my book bag into the front seat of my black 1999 Jeep Wrangler. My parents had bought it for me about five months ago for my birthday. They didn't understand of my obsession with Jeeps since we *are* pretty wealthy and I could have a Porsche or something along the lines of that. I liked Jeeps, they were reckless and fast and rugged looking. It suited me more than a Porsche or BMW would.
I shut the door of my Jeep, turning around just as two unfamiliar teenaged guys headed towards me. Casually I inclined against my car, greeting them with a short nod as they approached me.
"Yeah?" I asked, "What do you want?"
One of them pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and said, "You're Draco Malfoy, right?"
I nodded and he continued, "Do you have some kind of drug that increases your metabolism?"
"Sure," I opened my car door again, and searched around in the backseat before coming up with a small black suitcase. I pulled it out, placing it on the ground and kneeling before it. After I unlocked it with a small silver key, I dug through the contents of bottles and tubes of drugs it contained.
"What about MDMA?" I looked up to him as I inquired. Scowling at his clueless expression, I snapped, "Ecstasy?"
Realization dawned on his features. "Oh. Yeah, I guess. Whatever works."
I pulled out a medium sized brown bottle filled with assorted colors of pills. "Seventy-five."
"Seventy-five?" He blinked, "As in money?"
"What else would I be talking about?" I glowered darkly, not too fond of my customers idiocy towards drugs. "Listen, MDMA isn't exactly the most cheapest drug on the planet. Usually, one tablet would cost around forty to seventy. Just be lucky that I sell it so cheap and for so many tablets. Now, pay up." He shoved the money into my hand, and after I counted it, I handed him the bottle.
He didn't run off like I first expected him to, instead he stood there and stared at me. I raked a hand through my hair. "What?"
"Where do you get your supplies to sell drugs from?"
"I buy them," I answered slowly. "Mostly I make them."
I laughed sardonically when I saw both of them pale. "It's not like I'm a straight F student in Science. Do you think if I didn't know what I was doing that I would be making and selling drugs?" They exchanged nervous glances and I rolled my eyes. "You don't have anything to worry about, now would you please go?"
I locked the suitcase back up and flung it back into its original position, when they finally left. Shoving the money into my back pocket, I looked around expectantly, jumping slightly when I heard an all-too familiar voice behind me.
"You sell drugs...to other people?"
I grinned, turning around and seeing a certain black-haired somebody on the other side of my car. "Hey, you came?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, well...I thought I'd see what you wanted." Harry paused before nodding to my car. "You could be arrested for doing that, you know?"
"I figured that," I replied dryly. "It doesn't matter to me, anyway. I don't intend on the police to catch me in the first place."
"Alot of people don't," He stated, looking over my car, "But that doesn't mean that they won't make a mistake."
"I don't *make* mistakes," I pointed out haughtily. "I've been taught to be-"
"Flawless?" He cut in.
"...Imperfectly perfect, actually," I muttered. I hesitated before I spoke again, "What's with you, anyway? You were a nervous wreck in the bathroom and now you're...fine."
"People change,"
"In two hours?"
"Sometimes," His lips curved to a beginning of a smile, "I don't find you threatening."
I arched an eyebrow, barking with cold laughter. "Oh, you should." I pressed both hands on the hood of my Jeep and leaned forwards, "You really, really should."
Emerald green eyes flashed with what appeared to be defiance and the spark of anger. "You don't frighten me; what's the worst you could do anyway? Beat me to a bloody pulp? I highly doubt you'd kill me."
"Perhaps," I tilted my head to the side, "perhaps, but I doubt I'd do either of them. Ruining that pretty face?" I wrinkled my nose, "Nah."
He blinked. "Eh...pardon?"
I rounded my vehicle. "You heard me, *Potter*." I sneered, imitating what he had said previously.
He noticed the sarcasm but didn't say anything, too intent on trying to comprehend what I was about to do. Harry tried to back away, but alas, remembered that he was *already* pressed against my Jeep. I dug around for something in my pocket, before coming up with a small plastic white packet. I ripped it open and stuck the tiny green pill in my mouth as Harry looked on curiously. I didn't swallow it; but I did pin him against the car, pressing both hands on either side of his head.
"Dr-Draco?" His brows furrowed. "Er, I thought you didn't like me."
"I don't." I murmured softly, "Now, shut up."
His jaw dropped slightly as if he's never been told to shut up before. "Gods, must you be so rude? I swear. A lot of people back in En-OMMPH!"
I took my advantage while he was speaking and dipped my head down, capturing his lips with mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth with the green pill on top, before I pulled away a second later...the pill now transferred from my mouth to his. Despite his surprise, Harry made a face at the bitter and sour taste of it, almost keening over as he moved away from the car.
I smirked, and drawled, "Enjoy." before I opened the door to my Jeep and slid inside. The last thing that I saw before I drove off was his confused face and wide jaded green eyes.
End Chapter One.
End Notes: I'm sorry! I know this was short...but I have a habit of doing that. Cutting of my chapters so they're real small and stuff. But hell, at least it makes the story longer, eh? Anyway, please review? ^.^ I will love you forever and ever if you do.
