Hi! My name is Amy Ryan, and I'm thirteen. I live in sunny, well, Canada. It seems ff.n won't upload my fic, so I'm stickin' it here; Disclaimer: If you guys think I own Draco & Blaise, you must be on some kind of wonderful drug. If I owned Draco, do you think I'd ever leave my room? Not bloody likely. I am not Rowling, though I can do a rather good British accent. I do not own Green Day, or the beautiful, wonderful, excellent song 'Time of Your Life', which I will use in later chapters. So, dudes, DO NOT SUE ME. I'm poor anyway.*sigh* Warnings: Not really. This is NOT SLASH, so no male-on-male goodness this time around. Warning for cussing, two teenagers going at it, and Pansy being annoying. Rating:PG-13 or R, just to be safe. Authors Notes: In this fiction, Blaise Zabini is a GIRL. I love male Blaise, but slash is too hard for me to write, being a girl. Plus, Blaise had to share a dorm with Pansy, so it had to be a she. I think this will be in Draco's POV, at least this chapter is. Maybe the next will be Zabini. Not PWP, but borderline angst. Time of Your Life. Life's a bitch. I mean, really. It took me fourteen years to figure that out. I bet you're thinking right now 'Oh, yeah, poor little rich boy , what'd ya do, lose your sliver spoon?' Shut up. Draco Malfoy. My name is Draco Malfoy. MALFOY. As in, Deatheating, Dark- Lord -following, Muggle-killing Malfoy. I grew up learning the basics of being a pain-in-the-ass bastard. [Thanks Dad]. Did anyone ever thought that maybe, just MAYBE, I didn't want to be a lemming to some snake with father issues? Noooo. I think Diggory being, you know, dead, is what screwed me up. Put it all in prospective, if you know what I mean. I was asking questions like, 'Right, I know Potter's annoying, but why do I want to kill him?'. Lesson One: Never question Voldemort. So, I did the stupidest, and possibly the smartest thing, I could do: I switched sides. Joined Dumbledore and Potter. Gah. Which is why I'm walking around scott-free while dear old Dad rotts in Azkaban. "Draco Malfoy got sick of magic?!" Gasp! Shut up. Okay... Finally, in seventh year, the Great Harry Potter got rid of Snake Dude. Yay. I wasn't needed anymore. So I moved to a flat in Muggle London. Started over. And that's when IT happened... A Malfoy fell in love. |