Hi ~ this is my first fan-fiction I've written/posted up here, so I hope
you enjoy it. It's a yaoi (gay) fic.. between Draco Malfoy and new transfer
student Karien Nolan in the sixth year. Two other characters that aren't in
the original stories that I'm adding in are Sunny, Snape's wife, and
Tenkei, one of Draco's friends. There won't be anything real lovey-ish
until a few chapters later. So, here goes nothing ~
Draco shoved white-blonde hair from his eyes and walked into the entrance hall of the school, out from the dining room. Professor Snape had sent him to see if Hagrid had brought in the First Years yet. He had, and Draco found himself in a small sea of 11-year-olds. Gazing boredly at them, he noticed a very tall boy in the middle, looking more than a little ruffled. He was about Draco's height, a little shorter perhaps, with auburn hair, tan skin and blue eyes.
"Oi, you!" Draco called. "Aren't you a mite small to be a first year?"
The boy turned to him now. "First year?" he replied acidly. "I'm a sixth year, thank you very much. Transferred here, and all. Who are you? Why are YOU out here?"
Draco had to grin lopsidedly. This boy had his priorities in order, that was for sure. He shoved through the younger kids and extended his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy."
The other smiled, a kind much like Draco's - mischievous and teasing, if anything. Taking Draco's hand firmly in his own, he shook it once. "Karien Armand Nolan. Before we continue this any father, I'd like to ask you about a rumor I've heard from these little gits.. does Harry Potter really go to this school?"
Draco's face twisted a bit, and he looked a little angry. "Yes, yes he does. Why, are you a member of Potter's little fan club?" he sneered. To his surprise, Karien laughed.
"Me? A member of that nitwit's fan club? Hardly! Personally, I don't see why he's fussed about so much. What he did was years ago, it's not like he's particularly amazing now, or anything.." Draco was now starting to like this new kid. "Tell me, Draco Malfoy.. you do have houses at this school, correct?"
Draco nodded. "Yes.. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Harry Potter is in Gryffindor. Trust me.. when you're getting sorted, you definitely don't want to be in that house.. that's where all the goodies are, if you know what I mean.."
Karien nodded. "If Harry Potter is in it, I don't want to be in it. What about this Hufflepuff?"
"Hufflepuff.. they're not very good at much of anything. Ravenclaw is never really recognized either.. Slytherin is the place to go, I promise you that much. If you never trust me on anything else.." Draco stared at Karien solemnly.
"I take it you're in Slytherin? Very well then, it sounds alright to me." Karien smiled again, his curious smile. 'Especially if you're in it, little Dragon.' He thought to himself.
"That's great. I'll see you once you get inside then, hm? Good luck." Draco nodded, and sauntered back into the hall, black school robes fanning out a bit behind him.
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"Nolan, Karien!"
Karien rolled his eyes as he walked up to the Sorting Hat. First, he had to listen to that stupid song, and now he had to sit while it tried to sort him? This school was seeming less and less interesting as he saw more of it.. He sat down on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on his head. Karien jumped a bit as a voice started speaking to him.
"Well well, let's see what we have here." Karien assumed this was the Sorting Hat. He scoffed. A talking hat! How old-fashioned.
"Old fashioned, am I? Well, that may be, but I can see what's in your head better than anyone else.. I know everything.."
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it." Karien glared up at the hat best he could.
"Pushy, hm..? Perhaps.. Hufflepuff?"
"No! I swear, that house sounds like a brand of marshmallows. I refuse to sink so low."
"Well, you seem smart.. How about Ravenclaw..?"
Karien glanced over at the Ravenclaw table. He saw no one that looked particularly smart, or even worthy of such esteemed company of himself..
"You're quite critical, boy.." the Sorting Hat's voice echoed. "But you're wise, it seems.."
Meanwhile, Draco was growing impatient. Shoving white-blonde hair from his eyes once again, he watched the Sorting Hat take it's time with Karien. He was getting hungry. 'Come on, you git.' He thought.
"Better be.." the Hat said.. "GRYFFINDOR!"
Karien was outraged. "I REFUSE!" The hall gasped. You weren't supposed to disagree with that HAT! [Author: .:snicker, giggle:. No dinner for YOU! You went against the HAT! .. .:skitters away.. snicker:.]
The Sorting Hat didn't speak for a while. Karien supposed it was thinking.
"Alright then. You're a very rude boy, you know that? But you're sly in your ways.. Alright then. SLYTHERIN!"
Karien slammed the hat down and walked over to the Slytherin table smiling triumphantly, receiving a warm welcome from everyone at it.
Draco shoved white-blonde hair from his eyes and walked into the entrance hall of the school, out from the dining room. Professor Snape had sent him to see if Hagrid had brought in the First Years yet. He had, and Draco found himself in a small sea of 11-year-olds. Gazing boredly at them, he noticed a very tall boy in the middle, looking more than a little ruffled. He was about Draco's height, a little shorter perhaps, with auburn hair, tan skin and blue eyes.
"Oi, you!" Draco called. "Aren't you a mite small to be a first year?"
The boy turned to him now. "First year?" he replied acidly. "I'm a sixth year, thank you very much. Transferred here, and all. Who are you? Why are YOU out here?"
Draco had to grin lopsidedly. This boy had his priorities in order, that was for sure. He shoved through the younger kids and extended his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy."
The other smiled, a kind much like Draco's - mischievous and teasing, if anything. Taking Draco's hand firmly in his own, he shook it once. "Karien Armand Nolan. Before we continue this any father, I'd like to ask you about a rumor I've heard from these little gits.. does Harry Potter really go to this school?"
Draco's face twisted a bit, and he looked a little angry. "Yes, yes he does. Why, are you a member of Potter's little fan club?" he sneered. To his surprise, Karien laughed.
"Me? A member of that nitwit's fan club? Hardly! Personally, I don't see why he's fussed about so much. What he did was years ago, it's not like he's particularly amazing now, or anything.." Draco was now starting to like this new kid. "Tell me, Draco Malfoy.. you do have houses at this school, correct?"
Draco nodded. "Yes.. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Harry Potter is in Gryffindor. Trust me.. when you're getting sorted, you definitely don't want to be in that house.. that's where all the goodies are, if you know what I mean.."
Karien nodded. "If Harry Potter is in it, I don't want to be in it. What about this Hufflepuff?"
"Hufflepuff.. they're not very good at much of anything. Ravenclaw is never really recognized either.. Slytherin is the place to go, I promise you that much. If you never trust me on anything else.." Draco stared at Karien solemnly.
"I take it you're in Slytherin? Very well then, it sounds alright to me." Karien smiled again, his curious smile. 'Especially if you're in it, little Dragon.' He thought to himself.
"That's great. I'll see you once you get inside then, hm? Good luck." Draco nodded, and sauntered back into the hall, black school robes fanning out a bit behind him.
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"Nolan, Karien!"
Karien rolled his eyes as he walked up to the Sorting Hat. First, he had to listen to that stupid song, and now he had to sit while it tried to sort him? This school was seeming less and less interesting as he saw more of it.. He sat down on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on his head. Karien jumped a bit as a voice started speaking to him.
"Well well, let's see what we have here." Karien assumed this was the Sorting Hat. He scoffed. A talking hat! How old-fashioned.
"Old fashioned, am I? Well, that may be, but I can see what's in your head better than anyone else.. I know everything.."
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it." Karien glared up at the hat best he could.
"Pushy, hm..? Perhaps.. Hufflepuff?"
"No! I swear, that house sounds like a brand of marshmallows. I refuse to sink so low."
"Well, you seem smart.. How about Ravenclaw..?"
Karien glanced over at the Ravenclaw table. He saw no one that looked particularly smart, or even worthy of such esteemed company of himself..
"You're quite critical, boy.." the Sorting Hat's voice echoed. "But you're wise, it seems.."
Meanwhile, Draco was growing impatient. Shoving white-blonde hair from his eyes once again, he watched the Sorting Hat take it's time with Karien. He was getting hungry. 'Come on, you git.' He thought.
"Better be.." the Hat said.. "GRYFFINDOR!"
Karien was outraged. "I REFUSE!" The hall gasped. You weren't supposed to disagree with that HAT! [Author: .:snicker, giggle:. No dinner for YOU! You went against the HAT! .. .:skitters away.. snicker:.]
The Sorting Hat didn't speak for a while. Karien supposed it was thinking.
"Alright then. You're a very rude boy, you know that? But you're sly in your ways.. Alright then. SLYTHERIN!"
Karien slammed the hat down and walked over to the Slytherin table smiling triumphantly, receiving a warm welcome from everyone at it.
