A girl called Xzura
Chapter One
You don't have to...
Quote of the chapter:
"I swear by the moon and the stars and the sky I'll be there and I swear like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there..."
-Some group don't remember who though.
*E-mail me if you know who sings it.*
magicfantasy3@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or anything that has to do with it. (Wish I did though) It all belongs to the wonderfully talented JKR!! (Not like you didn't know that) and all of the various other people.
Summery:It's Draco and the gang's 5th year and a new girl will be coming to school. Draco's supposed to stop her from hanging around with "the wrong crowd" but can he with Ginny Weasley haunting his dreams each night? Starts off as a simple crush but will it become more?
Spoilers: Spoilers for all of the books I think especially CoS and GoF possibly some references to PoA and SS.
Warnings: Swearing of course. Some sexual reference as the story progresses. Violence and drug reference possibly. Maybe some alcohol.
Well that's it on with the story!!
::can be heard mumbling:: finally...
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~ Yet again I find myself on this boring train headed to that boring school. Why I even bother going is beyond me. I'm sure father could get me a private tutor if I wished for one. He could even find me that "suitable wife" he wishes me to have eventually. It isn't like he actually cares if I love the girl or not (and frankly I don't care either). Just as long as she's an upper class pureblood. That's all that matters to the Malfoys. Sure I wouldn't mind having a gorgeous trophy wife when I grow older but I'd almost like to love my wife not just marry her for her social status. ~
He looked away from his journal and out the train window and saw the noon sun high in the sky and watched as green fields flew past his window or rather the train flew past the fields. Of course fields don't really fly.
~ Well maybe I should start by telling you a bit about myself and where I'm going. I am the infamous Draco Malfoy. Sounds a bit concieted don't you think? Well I don't care what you think of me! I'm a Malfoy and your opinion isn't even worth my time. Arrogant aren't I? Anyway I'm off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I prefer to think of it as torture. It's packed full of mudbloods and giants and all sorts of riffraff. Like those Weasleys for instance. Yet people still have the nerve to call it the most prestigious magical school in the world. They even let that bossy know-it-all Hermione Granger in! At least the Slytherin house has kept it's non-mudblood status. No mudblood has made it into the wonderful confines of the Slytherin common rooms and dorms that the great Salazer Slytherin once strolled proudly through. Even today, years after his death, his name is still respected by all Slytherins. ~
Draco set his quill down and examined his perfect writing. He could barely see the words unless the light hit them just right due to the very light shade of silver ink he had used on the white parchment.
He took out his wand and touched it to the parchment. It instantly became a deep forest green.
Suddenly the door to his compartment slid open and he saw his enemies, the Dream Team.
Draco sneered. "What are * you * three doing in my compartment," he drawled in his aristocratic accent.
Ron glared at him but Harry was the one to speak. Harry was usually the one to speak around Draco. "We were looking for a place to sit but now that we see you're sitting here I guess we'll leave." Harry turned to leave but Draco stopped him, surprising both himself and Harry in the process.
"You don't have to."
That simple phrase almost sent all four of them into shock. Ron got a look on his face that reminded Draco of Goyle's expression when you asked him what the square root of 4 was. Hermione just stood there looking amazed.
"W-what?" It was Harry speaking of course. The other two couldn't seem to string two words together. It even took Draco a second to respond.
"I said, 'you don't have to,' " he repeated slowly.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Ron still looked confused. "You mean you don't want us to leave?"
Draco's eyebrows raised slightly and a slight smirk played at the corners of his pale lips. "I never said I wanted you to stay I was simply stating that if you don't wish to go then you don't really have to." Draco was startling himself more every time he spoke.
They just stood there so Draco spoke again, "you going to stand there all day?"
One of them mumbled 'no' but Draco didn't get to see who because a large black eagle owl had just squeezed through the open window and rested on Draco's lap. Draco gently stroked the top of it's head with his pale fingers and with his right hand, took the letter out of it's talons.
"Off of me Nauthiz," Draco muttered and the owl flew off his lap and onto the seat next to him. "Want a response do you?"
Draco turned back to the Dream Team. "Take a seat if you want." They did as he said, taking care to sit as far away from him as possible. Draco flipped the letter over and saw the Malfoy crest stamped onto the back.
He carefully slit the envelope open and pulled out the parchment inside.
Draco,
A new girl shall be appearing at Hogwarts this evening. She will need to be made a Slytherin. You are in charge of assuring that. Also she needs some friends. Befriend her and introduce her to the right sort of Slytherins. I know you can do that easily. Use any means to keep her away from Potter and the wrong people. You know what I mean. Lord Voldemort will be after your head if anything happens to her or if these instructions aren't followed. Her name is Xzura Riddle but she will tell you otherwise. She knows nothing of her real name or parents. I believe she calls herself Xzura Neptoure.
Good luck,
Lucius Malfoy
"Oh great," Draco muttered when he finished reading that.
The Dream Team looked at him. "What," they all chorused.
"Nothing."
Draco pulled up the sleeve of his robe slightly and looked at the mark burned into his otherwise flawless pale skin. He had his arm positioned so only he could see it and then dropped the sleeve back down his arm and went back to writing.
~ I have just gotten word from father that a new girl shall be attending my boring school now. She better be good looking but if she's Voldemort's daughter I suppose she'll be completely horrid. Oh shit Potter and co. are looking at me funny I suppose I should stop for now before they ask to read this. ~
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A/N: Please review!!
Chapter One
You don't have to...
Quote of the chapter:
"I swear by the moon and the stars and the sky I'll be there and I swear like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there..."
-Some group don't remember who though.
*E-mail me if you know who sings it.*
magicfantasy3@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or anything that has to do with it. (Wish I did though) It all belongs to the wonderfully talented JKR!! (Not like you didn't know that) and all of the various other people.
Summery:It's Draco and the gang's 5th year and a new girl will be coming to school. Draco's supposed to stop her from hanging around with "the wrong crowd" but can he with Ginny Weasley haunting his dreams each night? Starts off as a simple crush but will it become more?
Spoilers: Spoilers for all of the books I think especially CoS and GoF possibly some references to PoA and SS.
Warnings: Swearing of course. Some sexual reference as the story progresses. Violence and drug reference possibly. Maybe some alcohol.
Well that's it on with the story!!
::can be heard mumbling:: finally...
* * *
~ Yet again I find myself on this boring train headed to that boring school. Why I even bother going is beyond me. I'm sure father could get me a private tutor if I wished for one. He could even find me that "suitable wife" he wishes me to have eventually. It isn't like he actually cares if I love the girl or not (and frankly I don't care either). Just as long as she's an upper class pureblood. That's all that matters to the Malfoys. Sure I wouldn't mind having a gorgeous trophy wife when I grow older but I'd almost like to love my wife not just marry her for her social status. ~
He looked away from his journal and out the train window and saw the noon sun high in the sky and watched as green fields flew past his window or rather the train flew past the fields. Of course fields don't really fly.
~ Well maybe I should start by telling you a bit about myself and where I'm going. I am the infamous Draco Malfoy. Sounds a bit concieted don't you think? Well I don't care what you think of me! I'm a Malfoy and your opinion isn't even worth my time. Arrogant aren't I? Anyway I'm off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I prefer to think of it as torture. It's packed full of mudbloods and giants and all sorts of riffraff. Like those Weasleys for instance. Yet people still have the nerve to call it the most prestigious magical school in the world. They even let that bossy know-it-all Hermione Granger in! At least the Slytherin house has kept it's non-mudblood status. No mudblood has made it into the wonderful confines of the Slytherin common rooms and dorms that the great Salazer Slytherin once strolled proudly through. Even today, years after his death, his name is still respected by all Slytherins. ~
Draco set his quill down and examined his perfect writing. He could barely see the words unless the light hit them just right due to the very light shade of silver ink he had used on the white parchment.
He took out his wand and touched it to the parchment. It instantly became a deep forest green.
Suddenly the door to his compartment slid open and he saw his enemies, the Dream Team.
Draco sneered. "What are * you * three doing in my compartment," he drawled in his aristocratic accent.
Ron glared at him but Harry was the one to speak. Harry was usually the one to speak around Draco. "We were looking for a place to sit but now that we see you're sitting here I guess we'll leave." Harry turned to leave but Draco stopped him, surprising both himself and Harry in the process.
"You don't have to."
That simple phrase almost sent all four of them into shock. Ron got a look on his face that reminded Draco of Goyle's expression when you asked him what the square root of 4 was. Hermione just stood there looking amazed.
"W-what?" It was Harry speaking of course. The other two couldn't seem to string two words together. It even took Draco a second to respond.
"I said, 'you don't have to,' " he repeated slowly.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Ron still looked confused. "You mean you don't want us to leave?"
Draco's eyebrows raised slightly and a slight smirk played at the corners of his pale lips. "I never said I wanted you to stay I was simply stating that if you don't wish to go then you don't really have to." Draco was startling himself more every time he spoke.
They just stood there so Draco spoke again, "you going to stand there all day?"
One of them mumbled 'no' but Draco didn't get to see who because a large black eagle owl had just squeezed through the open window and rested on Draco's lap. Draco gently stroked the top of it's head with his pale fingers and with his right hand, took the letter out of it's talons.
"Off of me Nauthiz," Draco muttered and the owl flew off his lap and onto the seat next to him. "Want a response do you?"
Draco turned back to the Dream Team. "Take a seat if you want." They did as he said, taking care to sit as far away from him as possible. Draco flipped the letter over and saw the Malfoy crest stamped onto the back.
He carefully slit the envelope open and pulled out the parchment inside.
Draco,
A new girl shall be appearing at Hogwarts this evening. She will need to be made a Slytherin. You are in charge of assuring that. Also she needs some friends. Befriend her and introduce her to the right sort of Slytherins. I know you can do that easily. Use any means to keep her away from Potter and the wrong people. You know what I mean. Lord Voldemort will be after your head if anything happens to her or if these instructions aren't followed. Her name is Xzura Riddle but she will tell you otherwise. She knows nothing of her real name or parents. I believe she calls herself Xzura Neptoure.
Good luck,
Lucius Malfoy
"Oh great," Draco muttered when he finished reading that.
The Dream Team looked at him. "What," they all chorused.
"Nothing."
Draco pulled up the sleeve of his robe slightly and looked at the mark burned into his otherwise flawless pale skin. He had his arm positioned so only he could see it and then dropped the sleeve back down his arm and went back to writing.
~ I have just gotten word from father that a new girl shall be attending my boring school now. She better be good looking but if she's Voldemort's daughter I suppose she'll be completely horrid. Oh shit Potter and co. are looking at me funny I suppose I should stop for now before they ask to read this. ~
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A/N: Please review!!