Brand New Feeling

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy really did have the worst luck in the world.

Tyres screeching to a halt in front of him made him glance up and roll his eyes. When he spotted what had caused the noise, he gritted his teeth together and pushed himself from the wall he had been leaning against. This was not what he needed on a Tuesday night.

A bright orange flame flickered from his lighter as he pulled it towards the cigarette in his mouth to light it. He took a long drag while pocketing the silver lighter, blowing the smoke from between his lips. He had been minding his own business, waiting on his friends who had ran to the shop across the road for some cigarettes. How wrong he was to think that this would be a normal night. He watched as three motorbikes pulled up in front of him, the first man swinging his leg over the back to hop off. He lifted his black helmet off his head that was covering his face and placed it on the seat, kicking the stand out so that the bike didn't fall. He ran a hand through his long brown hair and locked eyes with Draco.

"Well look who it is."

The man who looked to be only a year or two older than himself smirked and took a couple of steps towards him, crossing his arms over his chest. The two men behind him looked slightly younger and hung back, not straying far from the bikes.

Draco kicked his black boots against the dirt as he stopped in his tracks, a few feet away from the man in front of him.

"Evening gentleman," said Draco, nodding his head politely. "How can I help you?"

"Save the pleasantries, Malfoy." the man growled. "My old man wants his money that your Vipers owe."

"Take it up with them then," Draco told him, pausing to take another long drag of his cigarette. "The Vipers debts have nothing to do with me."

"It becomes your business when they don't pay up, Malfoy. My father thinks I should take out our frustrations on your pretty little face."

Draco snorted at this. "Oh does he now?"

"Yeah, he does." said the man, cracking his knuckles with a nasty smirk. "So how about it, Malfoy. You gonna' pay up or do I get to beat the shit out of you?"

Draco took one final drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving the three men in front of him. Smoke escaped his lips as he dropped the cigarette butt on the floor, squishing it beneath his boot. He recognized this guy of course. He was Andrew Harris, the only son of Bill Harris who was notorious in London as the leader of The Gargoyles. The rivalry between The Vipers and The Gargolyes went back years and to be honest, Draco was sick of hearing about that stupid gang. Time after time, three young Vipers would borrow money from the wrong people and Draco always found himself cleaning up their messes. This time, it seemed it would end in a fight.

"You're not getting a fucking penny out of me, Harris so come on," said Draco, rolling up his sleeves. "Do your worst."

Andrew let out a laugh at this and charged forwards, his hand curled into a fist. Draco ducked to avoid his flying fist and span around, aiming a kick for the middle of his back. His black boot connected with a crack and sent Andrew falling forwards, his hands scraping off the gravel.

"Come on, Harris. Get up!" chuckled Draco. "I thought you were going to beat the shit out of me?"

Andrew scrambled to his feet with a scowl on his face, his breathing heavy as he rushed forwards once more, tackling Draco around the middle and slamming him against the ground. Draco hissed as his back scratched against the gravel, swiftly grabbing Andrew's collar and swinging his head forwards in an aggressive headbutt. He heard Andrew yell out in pain, backing away from him slightly and Draco took the opportunity to get to his feet. Aiming for Andrew's face, Draco's curled up fist collided with the bridge of his nose and blood splattered back onto his jacket.

With another swing, Andrew's knuckles grazed the bottom of Draco's chin. He noticed too late however, that it was simply a distraction and the brown-haired man swung a second punch, clocking him straight in the face. Draco felt the air leave him and the pain in his cheek was unreal. A third punch was aiming for his head and Draco managed to block the fist, countering with a strong jab to Andrew's neck. His opponent staggered backwards violently coughing.

"Lads!" yelled Andrew through his coughs and Draco instantly turned to see the two younger men coming for him.

The shorter of the two men managed to get a punch in, his fist connecting with Draco's stomach. Winded but not deterred, the blond threw two quick jabs, both connecting against his jaw with a loud crack.

"Malfoy!" he heard a familiar voice yell and he looked up for a split second to see Blaise Zabini and Gregory Goyle rushing across the street towards the fight. He now had three people on him, throwing punches and kicks, aiming for his body. He managed to block a couple but one particularly nasty shot to the jaw had bust his lip open.

Zabini and Goyle had dove into the fight and were now grappling with their own rivals. The sound of sirens filled the streets and Draco cursed, knowing the shop owner had probably called the Old Bill. He could hear the sound of tyres on the gravel behind them and the slamming car doors but he couldn't think. Andrew viciously smacked him straight in the eye and he knew by the pain that he would end up with a shiner. He growled and countered with a punch in the gut.

"Alright lads! Break it up now!" Draco was suddenly pulled away as two police officers intervened and he could feel a hand pressing against his shoulder, blocking his path.

"You're dead Malfoy!" yelled Andrew, his dark eyes glaring at Draco behind the officer.

"Doesn't seem like it!" spat Draco as the officer gave him a tug, pulling him towards the police car. He glanced over and let out a sigh when he spotted Zabini and his fighting buddy being handcuffed. Goyle was sat down, clutching at his shoulder which looked like it had been popped out of its socket. Trying to ignore the pains in his own body, he looked down at his right knuckles and saw that they were covered with blood.

"I'm nicked, aren't I?" Draco uttered, a throbbing pain present in his right eye.

"You sure are, son."

Draco's arms were pulled behind his body gently, the loud clack of the handcuffs closing made him realize that this was actually happening. He was being arrested. His father was really not going to like this.

"Do you have any idea how serious this is?"

Lucius Malfoy was pissed. He leant against his desk, palms outstretched and flat against the surface as he stared his son down, his face like thunder. Draco was sat in a comfortable chair in his father's study and yet, he had never felt more uncomfortable in his entire life. His father was one of the richest men in Britain and very powerful. His business, Malfoy Enterprises, was a private equity firm with its primary focus on buying and improving underperforming businesses. He had successfully made billions by doing this and Draco would be lying if he said he didn't feel somewhat intimidated as the man stared him down over the desk. He hadn't got where he was today by being nice, that was for sure.

"Father-"

"I don't want to hear it, Draco!" snapped Lucius.

"Lucius, don't shout-" he heard his mother say from the doorway.

"Don't shout?" Lucius repeated incredulously, glancing over at his wife. With a tired sigh, he spoke directly to her. "Narcissa, it's time he starts acting like an adult instead of the spoilt delinquent he is trying to be!"

His attention returned to his son and he scowled down at him.

"Do you have any idea what I have been through this evening? Having to collect my son from jail for fighting in the street like some kind of hooligan! You're lucky they didn't charge you with assault!"

"Father, he came at me! What was I supposed to do? Let him beat me up?" said Draco, attempting to defend himself, all the while sporting a black eye, bruised cheek and bust lip.

"You shouldn't have engaged in the first place!" Lucius seethed. "If you weren't involved in that stupid biker gang, you wouldn't be getting into these sorts of scrapes!"

"This has nothing to do with The Vipers-"

"It has everything to do with them! Do you think I like seeing you get hurt, Draco? Do you think I liked spending New Years Day in the hospital with you when someone carved into you like you were a joint of pork?"

Draco instinctively lifted a hand to his chest, knowing his father was referring to the scar he had across his chest from a knife attack when he was sixteen. A member of the Gargoyles had slashed him so deep, it had taken several doctors many hours to stitch him back up again. He would however, be stuck with a large and rather ugly scar for the rest of his life.

"Ever since you became involved with them and created your little group, you have been nothing but trouble!" shouted Lucius. "You're almost twenty years old, Draco and you're still acting like a teenager!"

"You can't change who I am, father," said Draco, an angry scowl settled on his face. He was furious. How dare his father sit him down in his study and berate him like a child!

"Oh yes I can," Lucius told him with an arrogant smirk. "I'm your father and as long as you live under my roof, you will do as I say."

"Then it looks like I'm moving out," snarled Draco and he heard his mother gasp behind him.

"Draco!" she said, astounded. "You can't leave."

"I'm sorry mother," Draco looked back at his mother and his eyes softened immediately. "But it looks like father is giving me no choice."

"Lucius!" hissed Narcissa. "See reason-"

"I'm sorry, Narcissa." said Lucius. "If this is what he wants, so be it."

"I'll be back later for my things," Draco told them both and made a move to stand. He froze when his father spoke once more, staring at him with an apathetic face.

"Oh and Draco?"

"Yes?"

"If you walk out of that door, you can consider yourself cut off."

Had Draco have been standing up, he would have fallen over at his father's words. How on earth was he meant to afford a flat of his own without his family money? In fact, how was he meant to afford anything without that money? His father knew this and he was clearly going to use that to his advantage. He gulped as he watched his father's face turned to that of recognition and Draco let out a sigh.

"Tell me what you want and I may consider it,"

"I told you, Draco." said Lucius with a sly smile. "You're nineteen years old and I think it's time you learn to grow up."

"And you think that heading up The Vipers is my issue?"

"One of them, yes." Lucius replied. "I think some distance from London might be helpful,"

"And where do you expect me to go, father? The country house in Surrey?"

Lucius let out a short chuckle, glancing quickly in Narcissa's direction. "I was thinking somewhere further north actually,"

"What?" asked Draco, now looking incredibly confused. "Since when do we have property in the north?"

"We don't," replied Lucius and Draco simply raised an eyebrow. "But your Aunt does."

"You must be joking! Aunt Andromeda? I haven't seen her in years!"

"I think you joining her for the summer would be a good thing. You get some distance from London and that horrid little gang, you learn that money doesn't just grow on trees and how to manage a hard day's work and perhaps at the end of it, you'll get to keep your inheritance."

"Father, you cannot be serious!" snapped Draco. "You want me to work for her all summer? You want me to do manual labour at her stinking horse farm?"

"It's a showjumping stable, Draco." Narcissa said. "You'll most likely be looking after posh little princesses and their ponies."

"Like my brat of a cousin, you mean-" Draco grumbled and Narcissa glared at him.

"Show some respect, Draco!" she snapped at him. "Nymphadora is a lovely young lady and you haven't seen her in years. You have no idea what she is like now!"

"I won't do it," Draco said, turning on his father. "I won't stay there all summer, working like a commoner."

"Then you can wave goodbye to your inheritance, Draco."

"But-"

"That's my price," said Lucius, straightening up and walking around the desk.

"You're unbelievable," muttered Draco with a scowl. He knew he would have no choice but to agree if he wanted to keep the inheritance that was rightfully his. However, It didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

"I'm not playing around, Draco" Lucius told him. "You're going to Cheshire and that is final."

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-Dreamer