Setting: Harry Potter.


Draco Malfoy and the Levitating Teacup

Chapter 01


This place was beautiful to behold.

A long stretch of silvery flowers gardened into elaborate floral panthers with the specific intention wow any guest that might walk across the white pathway to the front entrance to the towering mansion. Even the uncooperative climate was helping with the image; the cloudy skies dim the sunlight just enough to make the flowers emit their signature glow.

A chilly wind defiantly cut through the summer warmth. It caressed my new golden locks and grazed over the garden, producing pleasant rustling sounds. I raised my hand to the ivory-white outdoor table, suitably placed under a similarly colored gazebo, and gingerly wrapped my long finger on the handle of a teacup so elegant that it was probably worth more than an average man monthly wager.

I brought the teacup that could have fed several African families to my lips, snipping the content. It was magnificent; bitter and warm, with a bit of sweet mixed to the aftertaste, the aroma alone did wonders to my coiled nerves.

I was… a bit on edge. Sitting there under this gazebo, looking at a sight many people aren't even able to afford to see, drinking tea probably made from the tears of some god, and enjoying the contrast between the chilly breeze over my warm skin, didn't change the fact I'm in a bit of a pickle.

As I contemplated the pickleness of the pickle I was in, a short-sized creature wearing rags, hesitantly steps forwards and refill the previously empty teacup.

"Thank you, Neeny." I said absent-mildly, my new voice still sounding strange to my ears.

The house-elf choked gasp, just like she was doing all morning. She was about to confusedly flinch back to the background, but she ended up flinching even harder when by hand landed on her head and started to stroke her wispy hair.

I was right; it was like a cat's.

With my panic and dread now firmly behind me, left in that ridiculously wealthy room on the first hours of the sunlight, I managed to finally ponder on this pickle of a situation.

I… and 'I' was becoming increasingly hard to associate, stayed up late last night even though I had to work in the morning, with a deep emptiness that could only be produced by finishing a long binge of a mediocre show on Netflix bearing on my mind, I bust up my 'cheering archives' before the dreadful self-reflection could take over. Then, amidst clips from The Amazing World Of Gumball and dank memes, I found the classic Harry Potter jumpchain.

I guess I shouldn't have filled that thing up.

When I woke up this morning and looked at the pale face of one Draco Malfoy in the mirror, I knew I was in for a mighty pickle.

I finished the tea again. Under my other hand, Neeny has relaxed entirely and was now let out purrs as her tennis ball-sized eyes rolled back.

Draco Malfoy… another name I have growing problems associating myself with, I could remember being him, as well as I remember being the… other guy. But the kid's memories didn't bring the same sense of connection the… other guy's had, but that was a good thing, it was hard enough to make sense of my identity crisis with one dominate set of memories, I can't imagine how I would be if I had two.

So yeah, I'm in the body of Draco Malfoy, a strapping young lad of fourteen ready to embark on his exciting adventure on his fourth year on hogwarts.

Now can you see my pickle? Sure, reincarnating into Potterverse was fine and all, I could even deal with the loss of everything I had and everybody I knew, no biggy. But reincarnating into Draco Bloody Malfoy, the villainous butt monkey who soon would have to deal with a Dark Lord breathing down his neck and a family that was grooming him into becoming a member of that said Dark Lord's evil cult, a Dark Lord that, if I knew my books, would be resurrected this year.

… Well, next year, the fourth year of Hogwarts ends in 1995. But I digress.

In summary, I am fucked.

… Or not.

I did have a… chance, maybe many if I played my cards right.

For my existence in this world, came from the Harry Potter jumpchain.

"Wingardium Leviosa." I said, wiggling a finger.

There wasn't a pull of magic energy from my body, my 'Magic Core', whatever the hell that was, didn't pulse, I simply waved my fingers, said the incantation that I had memorized in both sets of memories, and the teacup was in the air, something every wizard could do it if they have their wands.

Mine still in my pocket.

I smiled as I waved my stretched finger around and had the teacup follow. My chest was warm from the pure euphoria of using something so miraculous as magic, a feeling produced by my distinctly magicless set of memories. It was nice, very nice, especially because for the other one, this was normal as the air we breathe. A part of myself kept screaming 'heck yeah! I'mma wizard!'

And I'm not just a wizard; I'm a jumpchain-made wizard, I'd be wonderfully overpowered if the right choices were made, but something even better had happened; drunken choices were made.

I allowed myself a sight, childish giggle, thanking that drunken man for his complete disregard for the points, even if it did end up with me inside the Draco Malfoy.

Voldermort will only get resurrected at the end of the year. This means I have time; time to plan, time to prepare, and more importantly, time to abuse the hell of the advantages bestowed upon me.

Yes, that is what I'll do, that is my chance, if I had to be Draco Malfoy, then I'll do so in my own way.

So for my initial objectives…

"Draco dear? What are you doing outside?"

I take a breath to relax my tensed body and turn to address the new arrival… Holy shit…

I had seen her at breakfast, but I wasn't in the right mind at the time and wasn't able to think anything beyond 'act normally, act normally!' So I was on autopilot for most of the morning. Now though, I have calmed down and dealt with the full side effect of mind-merging/dimensional kidnapping, so I was able to get a proper look at Narcissa Malfoy.

She didn't look like the actress that played her in the movies; there was no black and white hair, just a slightly wavy cascade of pure gold, no dark eyes, only pools of brilliant sapphires, and definitely no wrinkles, in fact, her face was so smooth and graceful that it was worthy of appearing on magazine covers… and the rest of her body was also worthy of magazines… other types of magazines.

I swallowed my first few words because I knew they would come out with a kind of dumbness only hormonal teenager boys in the presence of a smokin hot women were capable of. Bloody hell! How did Draco never noticed those curves before!?

"Hello, mother," I said as she approached. Right, she is this body's bloody mother- my mother. I tried to control my caveman brain. "I just enough a bit of afternoon tea, taking a minute to think …" I shifted on the seat, crossing my legs to try to hide my erection. It was quite a difficult task for because turn out Draco Malfoy was very well endowed, who would have thought?

"Hum." She pushed her fine lips. Gods that bright red color made it look so… I blinked forward to the view, feeling her walk to my side. "You did appear to have a lot on your mind early. Do you wish to talk about it?" She asked.

"No." Subject, I needed a subject before she asks for me to elaborate! "I was just, thinking about the future, about Hogwarts and after it." Half-truth!

By that point, thankfully, the man began to overtake the hormonal teenager, and I started to calm down.

"Well now." I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. "That something everyone must consider at some point; it pleases me greatly to see you doing it so early." A warm hand on my shoulder, it brought my eyes back to her.

Mm, she really is a stunning woman, especially when she smiles.

"If you need anything, you can always talk to your father or I. We are happy to give you our guidance should you need."

I gulped, composing myself. "And you, what are you doing here, mother?"

Because now that I remember, she, like me and every other Malfoy, rarely come outside.

She turned her head to the side, on the direction I knew would lead to…

"I will just have a brief look at the greenhouse you see, for a little personal project." Narcissa Malfoy doesn't smile a lot, I realized, pouring more of Draco's memories over my thoughts, but she usually does a lot when we're alone together.

She also brews potions as a hobby, something I don't think the books or the films showed, but I… remember.

She didn't stay long, only engaging in a brief conversation before the timer of whatever she had in the cauldron demanded she hurried back to where she was going.

Right, enough teenager thoughts, I had to… I had to… yeah, make a list of objectives to see myself thought this pickle. So maybe…

Right, first:

1. Find out the limits of the bullshit I brought from the jumpchain.

2. Keep away from the plot like it was an ugly woman on fire.

3. Stay in the background, stay cool and stay away from Potter, see above.

4. Become stronger, in fact, use everything on my disposal to become stronger.

5. Maybe, try to prevent Voldermort resurrection, if I'm strong enough.

6. If Vold is back and I'm not strong enough to stand up for myself, run, duck and hide, and proceed in becoming stronger.

7. Shag my mom.

Where the bloody hell did my mind go to on that last part!? Sure, Narcissa Malfoy is drop-dead gorgeous and my feelings towards her are shaping up to be very different than the old Draco's, but it didn't change the fact she is my new mother, my new biological mother, this isn't some kindy fanfic that guy used to write, this is just plain wrong.

My eyes peaked to the side, where my new mother was walking away. The fabric of her dress formed a perfect curve of her wonderfully shapely arse in each step she took.

… Right.

1. Find the limits of what I could do.

2. Become strong enough to humiliate Dumbledore and Voldermort if possible.

3. Keep away from the plot and by association Potter.

4. Shag my mom.

… Seems reasonable enough for now.

I clicked my overly expensive teacup on the table, raised myself from the chair, and spread my back until I hear some nice popping. Neeny tried to clean up but the teacup levitated away from her and started to orbit me like an overly expensive moon.

Mn, I should get a pair of leather pants too, just in case.


HP Jumpchain. (made while drunk in universe)

Origin: Pure-Blood (Draco Malfoy)

Family Wealth: Wealthy. (Again Draco Malfoy)

House: Slytherin. (DRACO MUTHERFUCKERING MALFOY)

Skills and Abilities:

Brave at Heart,
Great Cunning,
Wit Beyond Measure,
Dedicated,
Occlumancy,
Clean Blooded,
Muggle Dueling,
Non Verbal Specialty,
Legilimency,
Quidditch Star,
Moste Potente Potions,
Fiendfyre Master,
Nullification,
Wandless Magic.

Gear: Dark Art Cache, Dragon-hide jacket, Extended Mokeskin Pouch, House Elf(Nenny).