A/N: Hello, and thank you for choosing my fic out of all of them to read^^
As everyone knows, I am not the creator of the wonderus Harry Potter
series, but I sure do wish I was. Therefore, the characters below are not
my own, I'm just causing some minor chaos in their lives. I hope everyone
has a good time reading the very beginning of my (extremly long) epic-tale
of slashy goodness of many pairings. I also hope I kept everyone reasonably
in character... Don't hurt me. No flames, my fragile being can't take
them^^ If I get 5 reviews I'll put the next chapter up
Living in the Id
By: Sage
~Prologue~
"Lucius..." James muttered, throwing an arm lazily around the waist of his fragile looking lover.
Lucius grumbled, "Why did we have to spend our last night together in the Gryffindor prefect bathroom? I think I fell asleep on your hairbrush."
"Sorry, love. But I do recall some boy pleading with me to relive him in the closest place possible... And that's not my hairbrush."
Lucius's brow furrowed. "You'd better be joking me."
"I am, I am. Don't be so serious." James smiled, messing Luicus's perfect hair up. "But..."
"I know..." the Slytherin frowned before being kissed by James. He felt the somewhat rough hands from all those years of playing as Gryffindor's seeker caress his bare thighs. "James..." he wrapped his legs tight around the other's waist. "Don't leave me, we can run away together!"
"It wouldn't work... You're too well known to hide in the wizarding world." James said, smiling softly. "And moving to the muggle-" he chuckled at the sour look on Lucius's face. "Is out of the question."
The two lovers sighed, bringing their foreheads together with a soft clunk. Life just wasn't fair.
Later~
Lucius slipped into his dorm room, yawning and emotionally upset. He'd given James a tearful goodbye before throwing his robes on to return back to the Slytherin house. Damn arranged marriages! He didn't love Narcissa, he loved James! Life just wasn't fair! The flaxen boy flung open the curtains to his bed, and stared in shock at the naked body of the young Serverous Snape laid out before him.
"Hello, love." Snape said, yanking Lucius down on him.
"Yuck!!" Lucius jumped off of him, stumbling to the ground. "Get off of my bed!"
"Not until you join me." Snape grinned coyly.
Lucius grabbed the mattress and lifted it up, causing the other boy to roll unceremoniously to the floor. "I had a busy night last night, and I do wish to rest up."
"Oh what? You mean you were fucking with Potter, is that it? Every night, that's all you do! And you wonder why you fall asleep in class, or why you fell off your broom during Quidditch practice! You're such a stupid blonde sometimes, Lucius. When are you going to straighten out?"
Lucius yawned and replied, "I'll do it later just remind me." He curled up in bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes.
Snape scowled down at the boy. He never listens to me. One day, he'll awake from his perfect world, and realize that he can't be a pampered brat any longer. Then on that day, he'll find out that Potter has ruined his life, and he'll come running to me.
That morning~
The pale faced slytherin awoke starving. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. He splashed water on his face, put on a fresh set of robes, and rushed down to the great hall. Hopefully, he would be able to see James again before they were wrenched apart forever. But as the boy ran down the hallway, he caught a glimpse of something that he never wished to see. It was James Potter, and he was sure that his lover was making a date with Lily Evans. His body language said it all... The way he held his books propped his arm up against the wall like that.... He used to talk to me like that. Lucius thought bitterly... Of course, he had to be out of range, and could not hear their conversation. But the way she was laughing...
"And that's when you come in and say, "Saturday's fine, James!" Then we-" James looked causally behind his shoulder to see the pale face which he had kissed so many times, streaked with tears. Just last night those grey eyes of his were filled with love for him. And now... He sputtered mindlessly, "Lucius! It's not what you-"
"I never want to see you again, Potter!" Lucius spat, running down the hallway sobbing... He would never forgive that god awful Potter, why they'd said goodbye only hours before, and now the bastard was making a date with someone else? For the first time in his life, Lucius felt dark. Darker than he'd ever been before. He hated James. And he hated Lily even more. How could James like some one who was from a non-magical family anyway? Oh, he'd make them pay for this...
~Chapter One- Summer's End~
Draco sighed, a contented smile plastered upon his pale features. For summer was soon coming to a close, and he could return to school and escape the dull Malfoy household until holidays. Of course, with the start of the new year, he could start up his campaign of hate for Harry Potter, and get the chance to show him up at Quidditch. Too bad he didn't have the talent to make Slytherin seeker on his own, but a good broom could make up for that. At least father was good for something. Maybe he could demand new firebolts for the team this year to prolong his position on the team.
Dear Journal, Today I amused myself by drawing little pictures of Potter falling down the stairs, getting squished by a steam roller, and falling off his broomstick into a pit of jagged rocks. That sort of thing.
"Draco! Dinner's ready!" Lucius called from the hallway outside his door. Like it mattered any way. The boy never bothered to eat much of his dinner. Though he could understand in a way. All three members of the Malfoy household could barely stand being in the same room with each other. Lucius hated his family as much as they took advantage of him. Draco was the biggest brat he'd ever seen (except for himself at that age, but pride would never let him agree with that idea) and his wife was a drunk. Most likely was cheating on him too. Not that it bothered him. He could really care less about what his wife did, seeing how his love lived with in another.
It had been what, fifteen years since he'd last seen James? He damned himself for not forgiving him when he had the chance. But James might still be alive! He could be out there some where, waiting for the right time to return! And it was that thought that saved, but also brought, Lucius Malfoy to the brink of insanity.
It was half an hour later when the whole family came to the table to eat. Being Malfoys, they must be fashionably late. Frantic house elves did their best to keep the food steaming as the three stared at each other. Narcissa was beginning to nod off, Draco had his journal and was busy writing away, and of course, Lucius's main thoughts were of James. No one ever spoke much to the other members; the main goal of dining at the Malfoy house was to finish before the others to avoid conversation. Unless it was at a posh dinner party that occasionally gets thrown at the manor. Then they'd all have to pretend to be happy.
It was Narcissa who finished first, though she never actually ate her meal. Her head had fallen into a bowl of cold soup. Little bubbles floated to the surface as she snored away.
Lucius debated on wither to leave his wife like that, but figured whom ever she was having an affair with now would be pretty upset if she drowned in a bowl of cold French onion soup. He picked her head up carefully, not to wake her, and laid her back down on a plate of bread.
Draco toyed with the food on his plate as he asked in a bored tone. "Does this mean I can return to my room now?"
Meanwhile~
Harry and Ron had just finished packing for their trip back to Hogwarts. Relaxing with some tea, freshly baked cookies, and a game of wizard's chess, Harry pondered over if he should tell the other what he'd discovered.
"Knut for your thoughts, Harry?" Ron asked, sliding the copper coin across the board.
"Ah, I was just debating on if I should tell you what I was thinking." Harry said, pocketing the coin.
"Oh come on, that wasn't worth a Knut at all." The red head watched the brutal scene as his knight beheaded Harry's bishop. "And you're not concentrating hard enough."
"Sorry Malfoy. I've not been thinking-"
Ron crossed his arms, and replied agitated. "You just called me Malfoy. Gimme back my knut for that."
"Did I really? I didn't mean to." He sighed, passing the small coin back to Ron.
"That's all right. I guess you're thinking about how hard Gryffindor is going whip Slytherin this year. Finally, Quidditch is back."
It was indeed hard last year, going through with out it. Not that competing for the Goblet of Fire wasn't thrilling enough.... "Something like that, Ron."
"Oi, why won't you tell me what's wrong? Oooh, I know. You're thinking about Cho aren't you?" Ron said slyly.
"No." Harry said quickly. "Not at all."
"Yes you are! You're blushing!"
"Believe me, I'm not. Ron..." Harry drew in a breath, and slowly let it out. "I'm thinking about Draco Malfoy because I have a crush on him."
Ron's jaw dropped. "Harry!! Of all the people in Hogwarts... Why not Neville?! He's the least likely to hand you over to Voldemort! Or Seamus! Dean even!! But Draco Malfoy!?"
Well, I figured he'd react badly. "I just can't help it." He smiled.
"Harry... I'm your best friend. I don't care what life decisions you make- But Draco Malfoy?!" He sighed, looking at Harry's glum expression. "..Just don't hurt."
"Thanks Ron. And I'll be careful. And as for being handed over to Voldemort, I've defeated him before; I'll do it again."
Hogwarts~
Soon after the returning teachers were gathered in the Great Hall, Dumblebore stood up positioning himself to face all of them. "Good evening to you all. I do hope everyone had a splendid summer, and for not staying in whatever exotic locals you visited." He paused as a few members of the staff whispered to one another about such places. "I know you all want to know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts is... Especially Serverus."
Snape was actually smiling confidently. After all the past failures, he knew he'd be the next one.
"At the request of himself, Gilderoy Lockhart wishes to resume his position of teaching."
A mixture of emotions crossed the potion master's face. Most of them dealing with raw anger. What was wrong with him teaching DADA? He knew the subject more than anyone he'd ever known! This was pure torment. More importantly, the one person who annoyed him more than Potter would be here again, for yet another year...
Living in the Id
By: Sage
~Prologue~
"Lucius..." James muttered, throwing an arm lazily around the waist of his fragile looking lover.
Lucius grumbled, "Why did we have to spend our last night together in the Gryffindor prefect bathroom? I think I fell asleep on your hairbrush."
"Sorry, love. But I do recall some boy pleading with me to relive him in the closest place possible... And that's not my hairbrush."
Lucius's brow furrowed. "You'd better be joking me."
"I am, I am. Don't be so serious." James smiled, messing Luicus's perfect hair up. "But..."
"I know..." the Slytherin frowned before being kissed by James. He felt the somewhat rough hands from all those years of playing as Gryffindor's seeker caress his bare thighs. "James..." he wrapped his legs tight around the other's waist. "Don't leave me, we can run away together!"
"It wouldn't work... You're too well known to hide in the wizarding world." James said, smiling softly. "And moving to the muggle-" he chuckled at the sour look on Lucius's face. "Is out of the question."
The two lovers sighed, bringing their foreheads together with a soft clunk. Life just wasn't fair.
Later~
Lucius slipped into his dorm room, yawning and emotionally upset. He'd given James a tearful goodbye before throwing his robes on to return back to the Slytherin house. Damn arranged marriages! He didn't love Narcissa, he loved James! Life just wasn't fair! The flaxen boy flung open the curtains to his bed, and stared in shock at the naked body of the young Serverous Snape laid out before him.
"Hello, love." Snape said, yanking Lucius down on him.
"Yuck!!" Lucius jumped off of him, stumbling to the ground. "Get off of my bed!"
"Not until you join me." Snape grinned coyly.
Lucius grabbed the mattress and lifted it up, causing the other boy to roll unceremoniously to the floor. "I had a busy night last night, and I do wish to rest up."
"Oh what? You mean you were fucking with Potter, is that it? Every night, that's all you do! And you wonder why you fall asleep in class, or why you fell off your broom during Quidditch practice! You're such a stupid blonde sometimes, Lucius. When are you going to straighten out?"
Lucius yawned and replied, "I'll do it later just remind me." He curled up in bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes.
Snape scowled down at the boy. He never listens to me. One day, he'll awake from his perfect world, and realize that he can't be a pampered brat any longer. Then on that day, he'll find out that Potter has ruined his life, and he'll come running to me.
That morning~
The pale faced slytherin awoke starving. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. He splashed water on his face, put on a fresh set of robes, and rushed down to the great hall. Hopefully, he would be able to see James again before they were wrenched apart forever. But as the boy ran down the hallway, he caught a glimpse of something that he never wished to see. It was James Potter, and he was sure that his lover was making a date with Lily Evans. His body language said it all... The way he held his books propped his arm up against the wall like that.... He used to talk to me like that. Lucius thought bitterly... Of course, he had to be out of range, and could not hear their conversation. But the way she was laughing...
"And that's when you come in and say, "Saturday's fine, James!" Then we-" James looked causally behind his shoulder to see the pale face which he had kissed so many times, streaked with tears. Just last night those grey eyes of his were filled with love for him. And now... He sputtered mindlessly, "Lucius! It's not what you-"
"I never want to see you again, Potter!" Lucius spat, running down the hallway sobbing... He would never forgive that god awful Potter, why they'd said goodbye only hours before, and now the bastard was making a date with someone else? For the first time in his life, Lucius felt dark. Darker than he'd ever been before. He hated James. And he hated Lily even more. How could James like some one who was from a non-magical family anyway? Oh, he'd make them pay for this...
~Chapter One- Summer's End~
Draco sighed, a contented smile plastered upon his pale features. For summer was soon coming to a close, and he could return to school and escape the dull Malfoy household until holidays. Of course, with the start of the new year, he could start up his campaign of hate for Harry Potter, and get the chance to show him up at Quidditch. Too bad he didn't have the talent to make Slytherin seeker on his own, but a good broom could make up for that. At least father was good for something. Maybe he could demand new firebolts for the team this year to prolong his position on the team.
Dear Journal, Today I amused myself by drawing little pictures of Potter falling down the stairs, getting squished by a steam roller, and falling off his broomstick into a pit of jagged rocks. That sort of thing.
"Draco! Dinner's ready!" Lucius called from the hallway outside his door. Like it mattered any way. The boy never bothered to eat much of his dinner. Though he could understand in a way. All three members of the Malfoy household could barely stand being in the same room with each other. Lucius hated his family as much as they took advantage of him. Draco was the biggest brat he'd ever seen (except for himself at that age, but pride would never let him agree with that idea) and his wife was a drunk. Most likely was cheating on him too. Not that it bothered him. He could really care less about what his wife did, seeing how his love lived with in another.
It had been what, fifteen years since he'd last seen James? He damned himself for not forgiving him when he had the chance. But James might still be alive! He could be out there some where, waiting for the right time to return! And it was that thought that saved, but also brought, Lucius Malfoy to the brink of insanity.
It was half an hour later when the whole family came to the table to eat. Being Malfoys, they must be fashionably late. Frantic house elves did their best to keep the food steaming as the three stared at each other. Narcissa was beginning to nod off, Draco had his journal and was busy writing away, and of course, Lucius's main thoughts were of James. No one ever spoke much to the other members; the main goal of dining at the Malfoy house was to finish before the others to avoid conversation. Unless it was at a posh dinner party that occasionally gets thrown at the manor. Then they'd all have to pretend to be happy.
It was Narcissa who finished first, though she never actually ate her meal. Her head had fallen into a bowl of cold soup. Little bubbles floated to the surface as she snored away.
Lucius debated on wither to leave his wife like that, but figured whom ever she was having an affair with now would be pretty upset if she drowned in a bowl of cold French onion soup. He picked her head up carefully, not to wake her, and laid her back down on a plate of bread.
Draco toyed with the food on his plate as he asked in a bored tone. "Does this mean I can return to my room now?"
Meanwhile~
Harry and Ron had just finished packing for their trip back to Hogwarts. Relaxing with some tea, freshly baked cookies, and a game of wizard's chess, Harry pondered over if he should tell the other what he'd discovered.
"Knut for your thoughts, Harry?" Ron asked, sliding the copper coin across the board.
"Ah, I was just debating on if I should tell you what I was thinking." Harry said, pocketing the coin.
"Oh come on, that wasn't worth a Knut at all." The red head watched the brutal scene as his knight beheaded Harry's bishop. "And you're not concentrating hard enough."
"Sorry Malfoy. I've not been thinking-"
Ron crossed his arms, and replied agitated. "You just called me Malfoy. Gimme back my knut for that."
"Did I really? I didn't mean to." He sighed, passing the small coin back to Ron.
"That's all right. I guess you're thinking about how hard Gryffindor is going whip Slytherin this year. Finally, Quidditch is back."
It was indeed hard last year, going through with out it. Not that competing for the Goblet of Fire wasn't thrilling enough.... "Something like that, Ron."
"Oi, why won't you tell me what's wrong? Oooh, I know. You're thinking about Cho aren't you?" Ron said slyly.
"No." Harry said quickly. "Not at all."
"Yes you are! You're blushing!"
"Believe me, I'm not. Ron..." Harry drew in a breath, and slowly let it out. "I'm thinking about Draco Malfoy because I have a crush on him."
Ron's jaw dropped. "Harry!! Of all the people in Hogwarts... Why not Neville?! He's the least likely to hand you over to Voldemort! Or Seamus! Dean even!! But Draco Malfoy!?"
Well, I figured he'd react badly. "I just can't help it." He smiled.
"Harry... I'm your best friend. I don't care what life decisions you make- But Draco Malfoy?!" He sighed, looking at Harry's glum expression. "..Just don't hurt."
"Thanks Ron. And I'll be careful. And as for being handed over to Voldemort, I've defeated him before; I'll do it again."
Hogwarts~
Soon after the returning teachers were gathered in the Great Hall, Dumblebore stood up positioning himself to face all of them. "Good evening to you all. I do hope everyone had a splendid summer, and for not staying in whatever exotic locals you visited." He paused as a few members of the staff whispered to one another about such places. "I know you all want to know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts is... Especially Serverus."
Snape was actually smiling confidently. After all the past failures, he knew he'd be the next one.
"At the request of himself, Gilderoy Lockhart wishes to resume his position of teaching."
A mixture of emotions crossed the potion master's face. Most of them dealing with raw anger. What was wrong with him teaching DADA? He knew the subject more than anyone he'd ever known! This was pure torment. More importantly, the one person who annoyed him more than Potter would be here again, for yet another year...