Chapter One
Disclaimer: You know I have no idea why we need these? You don't need a rocket scientist to figure out I'm not JK
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH",Draco Malfoy leapt up - literally leapt an entire three meters off the ground, and ran out the door of his spacious parlor. Narcissa looked startled after him, shaking her head sadly - 'The boy really needs to be around his own agemates more.', she thought, gathering the scattered sheets of the Daily Prophet from the ground. Draco didn't stop running. His world had just been violently shaken by some gigantic form of disgrace. His life had taken a most abrupt turn that morning when he performed his traditional "Daily Prophet headline scanning ritual", which most unfortunately read: HARRY POTTER AND HAPPY BRIDE VIRGINIA WEASLEY MOVES INTO NEW HOME. With several unnecessary exclamation marks trailing behind for about three lines. Now, sitting very un-Malfoy-ish style on the ground, a loud, grief-stricken groan was issued and Draco proceeded to bury his face into long, slender, white fingers. In his mind, a violent and controversial discussion was being played in his mind. While 'Ginny-loving-Draco' made up lists after lists of excuses to forgive her and have a positive outlook on life, the 'Damn-Potter's-ass-to-Hell-Malfoy' was thinking more along the lines of KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL! Narcissa gazed out of the parlor window to see her son ruining the beautiful professionally-tended lawn on which her husband loved to play golf. 'The poor boy. I must see Lucius about appointing him a shrink.', she thought decidedly.
A good half hour later, Draco marched through the front doors of the Malfoy Manor, blazed up thirteen flights of stairs announcing rather loudly, "YOU CAN KISS MY SORRY ASS WEASLEY MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! YOU BASE, VILE, RASH, EMOTION PLAYING, RED-HEADED, SCUMTRIPE, BIASED, UNSUBLIME CREATURE FROM HELL!", which was followed by excerpts from Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' as Draco switched from manic depressive, to Caliban. You see, it had been two years since Draco and Virginia Weasley had been seeing each other - and not privately either. Their romantic outings were often the main subject of gossip, and the couple were expected to 'wed and bed' before very long. That is... until Draco had most unsuccessfully introduced Ginny to caviar, wherein she responded to his efforts with extremely loud accusations of attempted murder by poisoning. And being the rather shallow 'I-chipped-a-nail' girl that she was, she wouldn't listen to his explanations of 'black fish spawn', and proclaimed that their relationship was thereby over, done, finished, arrested, stopped, and broken. Naturally, the restaurant in which they were dining had suddenly grown silent as the renowned Draco Malfoy begged on his knees for forgiveness. However, caviar proved near fatal for Ginny would slapped him clean across his face and pranced out of the restaurant in all her red- arsed glamour.
Now, she has run off with Potter, who likely earned a valuable lesson and never approached his darling wife with anything fish related. (Note: hopefully Potter knows that old fetta cheese has the same effect). Draco flung an immense suitcase onto his bed and stuffed in every single god-awful possession of his (which was quite bit, meaning he had to use extremely powerful minimizing charms). When done, he flipped his passport into his pocket, offered no explanation whatsoever to his concerned mother, and began his one way trip to none other than New York City.
Disclaimer: You know I have no idea why we need these? You don't need a rocket scientist to figure out I'm not JK
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH",Draco Malfoy leapt up - literally leapt an entire three meters off the ground, and ran out the door of his spacious parlor. Narcissa looked startled after him, shaking her head sadly - 'The boy really needs to be around his own agemates more.', she thought, gathering the scattered sheets of the Daily Prophet from the ground. Draco didn't stop running. His world had just been violently shaken by some gigantic form of disgrace. His life had taken a most abrupt turn that morning when he performed his traditional "Daily Prophet headline scanning ritual", which most unfortunately read: HARRY POTTER AND HAPPY BRIDE VIRGINIA WEASLEY MOVES INTO NEW HOME. With several unnecessary exclamation marks trailing behind for about three lines. Now, sitting very un-Malfoy-ish style on the ground, a loud, grief-stricken groan was issued and Draco proceeded to bury his face into long, slender, white fingers. In his mind, a violent and controversial discussion was being played in his mind. While 'Ginny-loving-Draco' made up lists after lists of excuses to forgive her and have a positive outlook on life, the 'Damn-Potter's-ass-to-Hell-Malfoy' was thinking more along the lines of KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL! Narcissa gazed out of the parlor window to see her son ruining the beautiful professionally-tended lawn on which her husband loved to play golf. 'The poor boy. I must see Lucius about appointing him a shrink.', she thought decidedly.
A good half hour later, Draco marched through the front doors of the Malfoy Manor, blazed up thirteen flights of stairs announcing rather loudly, "YOU CAN KISS MY SORRY ASS WEASLEY MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! YOU BASE, VILE, RASH, EMOTION PLAYING, RED-HEADED, SCUMTRIPE, BIASED, UNSUBLIME CREATURE FROM HELL!", which was followed by excerpts from Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' as Draco switched from manic depressive, to Caliban. You see, it had been two years since Draco and Virginia Weasley had been seeing each other - and not privately either. Their romantic outings were often the main subject of gossip, and the couple were expected to 'wed and bed' before very long. That is... until Draco had most unsuccessfully introduced Ginny to caviar, wherein she responded to his efforts with extremely loud accusations of attempted murder by poisoning. And being the rather shallow 'I-chipped-a-nail' girl that she was, she wouldn't listen to his explanations of 'black fish spawn', and proclaimed that their relationship was thereby over, done, finished, arrested, stopped, and broken. Naturally, the restaurant in which they were dining had suddenly grown silent as the renowned Draco Malfoy begged on his knees for forgiveness. However, caviar proved near fatal for Ginny would slapped him clean across his face and pranced out of the restaurant in all her red- arsed glamour.
Now, she has run off with Potter, who likely earned a valuable lesson and never approached his darling wife with anything fish related. (Note: hopefully Potter knows that old fetta cheese has the same effect). Draco flung an immense suitcase onto his bed and stuffed in every single god-awful possession of his (which was quite bit, meaning he had to use extremely powerful minimizing charms). When done, he flipped his passport into his pocket, offered no explanation whatsoever to his concerned mother, and began his one way trip to none other than New York City.