I'm going to make Draco's life more dramatic because I can. Everyone in this story has multi drama. I love sub-plots. I got new glasses so I can continue my genius/insanity for all of u lovely ppl to read and review –cough- review –cough-

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Yeah, it's 11:00 pm and I'm random and incoherent.

Disclaimer: Karry Potter is mine! All mine! Muhahahahaha! But I don't own her brother….

Put a smile on….

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THE GRYFFINDOR GIRL AND THE SLYTHERIN SEEKER

DRACO

Damn. I had my hopes up for a moment. That Potter-girl was way too persuasive. Now I would be stuck with the Golden Trio for just one more year. Great. Just Peachy. Why did Potter-girl have to be so good at looking disappointed and betrayed?

Or perhaps she actually felt that way….

Ha! Yeah, sure. That'll be the day when Karry Potter and I feel the same way about something.

Look, I know the two of us talked normally last night, but that didn't change a damn thing. She was still Potter's sister. Nothing could change that. Sure she was rather good-looking…with pretty hazel eyes that glowed in dim light – oh fuck no! What the hell was wrong with me? I mean, it's not like she was gorgeous. Okay, she was but….Shut up, Malfoy!

Like it mattered anyway….

But I would admit, something did happen to me when I saw Potter-girl so elated like that. Something like a tiny light shined in me. It scared me, yet confused me.

But then darkness remembered its place and closed everything out

Later in the week, we took the Floo Network to Diagon Alley, starting out at Gringotts. Potter took his sister to a goblin that led them to their vault, giving the Potter-girl skeptical looks. Fuck, these things were ugly, bitchy as hell, too. That was a combination I couldn't deal with. For some reason, I watched Potter-girl go while Tonks beckoned me to put my hood up. I ignored her accordingly. I had read the prophet that morning that said my dad was back in Azkaban, along with some other Deatheaters.

Even then, I didn't give a fuck….

Maybe the reason Potter-girl caught my interest was the fact that she took the time to actually try to talk to me, despite whatever Potter told her. It was most likely under the lines of "He's an evil Deatheater who will rape and murder you, chop you into tiny pieces, than feed you to a snake," which would never happen because not only did I not have access to a reptile of any kind, but ever since the night my mum died, I knew I could never kill anyone except the person who killed her.

Like Dumbledore said, I wasn't a killer….

Now as for the whole raping thing, I was quite sure I could work my charm so it became consentual.

Not that I would even consider that with Potter-girl. Come on! Eww. She was a bloody half-blood! A hot one, but still!

I looked over to the other to see Weaslette looking at me. "what are you looking at?" I scoffed.

She raised her eyebrows, not intimidated at all by me. I had to admit, the girl was fiery. "Nothing," she replied, turning her head.

Great, now I was going to be wondering why the hell she had been staring at me.

We began walking up to get guides to our vaults when I saw Tonks trying to used hers to get money for my school things. Fuck no. Draco Malfoy will not be someone charity case.

"I don't need your money," I yelled suddenly. "I have my own!"

I walked up to one the ugliest goblins – it was the only one available – and said, "I need to make a withdrawal from my father's vault, Lucius Malfoy." I had to practically spit out the name. I hated that name.

"Hold on a moment," said the goblin in a slightly feminine voice. Fuck, this was a girl goblin? Holy shit, it must suck to be a goblin.

The goblin searched around in a large book silently. The she looked up. "what is your name?"

Before Tonks could be her overly protactive weird self, I said half-confidently, "Draco Malfoy."

She looked back at the book. "Your names not under here."

I stared at her, not sure if I heard her correctly. "What?"

"Your name's not here."

I blinked. That fucking son of a bitch! I tried to remain calm, which was rather difficult for me. Then I remembered. "what about Narcissa Black?"

"Beg pardon?"

"Narcissa Black, my mother." I explained. "She made another account under her maiden name before she got married. That account should be mine now."

"Let me see," she looked back through the book. I was becoming very irritable. "The account exist, but it has been turned over to your father."

I clenched my fist, feeling myself go crimson with anger and hatred. How dare he! That fucking asshole! Not only did he murder my mum, but he decides to take what is rightfully mine! Fucking bastard!

"And how the fuck did that happen? It's in my mother's will that her account is mine now!" I shouted.

"Do you have a copy of the will?" the goblin asked.

I felt my face heat up more. "No, but…."

"Well, then unless you can get a copy of your mother's will, the account stays in your father possession."

I clenched my fists more. I felt Tonks touched his shoulder gently and I cringed the contact. "Come on, Draco," she said softly.

I turned my heel and walked off with Tonks, beyond fuming. I wanted to find my father that very instant and tear him limb from limb. And that goblin1 what was her issue anyway?

"no good ugly bitch," I muttered. I knew if Granger had heard me she would try to rant me. But I didn't give a damn about goblins or Granger or the spew thing she started in fourth year or whatever.

Dammit. I really wanted to throw something.

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Poor Draco. I wanna hug him! All for huggin Draco say I!

Band of random fan girls: I!

Too bad, for he shall be mine!

I have theory that the magical world really exist and it's banking in a shit load of money from all the HP candy. Btw, try Soap flavor Bertie and Botts Every Flavored Beans. They are delishious! And Dirt taste better than Bacon.

I seriously wanna know if anyone agrees with me about Snape being innocent and stuff.

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