***All characters, places, objects, ect. related to the Harry Potter
Books belong the J.K. Rowling***
This is my 1st fic so bare with me. As you read in the summary, this
story is a tale of Harry and Draco and their haphazard soul switching,
which leaves them both in control of each other's lives. The following
is the Chapter One. I will try to update with new chapters as often as
possible. Comments and suggestions are welcome. Toodles! :)
Chapter 1: The Conceit of Draco Malfoy.
Draco stood in front of the crystal clear mirror in the Slytherin boy's bathroom. He was posing firmly, as if someone were standing behind the glass snapping photos of him to be printed in the Daily Prophet. He smiled nonchalantly revealing a gorgeous set of teeth, well cared for like the rest of his 5 foot 4 inch tall body. Seldom did anyone ever see Draco smilingly so innocently. Usually he wore a devious scowl on his pale face, that's what he was known for. His fiendish behavior was that of all the Malfoy men. Cunning and brave with the wit of a true pureblood wizard-that was their motto. "Oh Draco, you are a handsome one indeed," he said slyly as he examined his flawless face and his stone gray eyes that displayed the burning fire within. No one had the look of Draco Malfoy; his platinum blonde hair sleeked back ever so perfectly, the trim, but manly figure he had sculpted out of 4 years of being on the Slytherin House Quidditch Team, dressed impeccably in emerald green robes, and the walk of a confident young man who would someday be a great leader. It was this that made everyone's eyes smolder with jealousy as they watched him prey on the weak and naïve with his tenacious attitude. To the many who knew not of his greatness, they thought of him like a vampire, but he was not hungry for blood, he was hungry for power. That is why a lot of his peers feared him. For his few followers, they dare not cross the path of the wickedness inside of him. He pitied not the Mudbloods and imbeciles that gained his distrust. Just his name alone struck fear into them. Draco Malfoy; the way it rolled of their tongues and stifled the air with the scent of evil As he glanced in the mirror once more, he straightened his robes and wiped the smile of purity off his face and replaced it with a smirk. He knew he was too good for Hogwarts. Malfoys were royalty; far superior then the rest. No one would every be as great as Draco Lucius Malfoy-no one.
*~*A/N-Short, but sweet, eh? There's plenty more where this came from. Next up, Chapter 2.*~*
Chapter 1: The Conceit of Draco Malfoy.
Draco stood in front of the crystal clear mirror in the Slytherin boy's bathroom. He was posing firmly, as if someone were standing behind the glass snapping photos of him to be printed in the Daily Prophet. He smiled nonchalantly revealing a gorgeous set of teeth, well cared for like the rest of his 5 foot 4 inch tall body. Seldom did anyone ever see Draco smilingly so innocently. Usually he wore a devious scowl on his pale face, that's what he was known for. His fiendish behavior was that of all the Malfoy men. Cunning and brave with the wit of a true pureblood wizard-that was their motto. "Oh Draco, you are a handsome one indeed," he said slyly as he examined his flawless face and his stone gray eyes that displayed the burning fire within. No one had the look of Draco Malfoy; his platinum blonde hair sleeked back ever so perfectly, the trim, but manly figure he had sculpted out of 4 years of being on the Slytherin House Quidditch Team, dressed impeccably in emerald green robes, and the walk of a confident young man who would someday be a great leader. It was this that made everyone's eyes smolder with jealousy as they watched him prey on the weak and naïve with his tenacious attitude. To the many who knew not of his greatness, they thought of him like a vampire, but he was not hungry for blood, he was hungry for power. That is why a lot of his peers feared him. For his few followers, they dare not cross the path of the wickedness inside of him. He pitied not the Mudbloods and imbeciles that gained his distrust. Just his name alone struck fear into them. Draco Malfoy; the way it rolled of their tongues and stifled the air with the scent of evil As he glanced in the mirror once more, he straightened his robes and wiped the smile of purity off his face and replaced it with a smirk. He knew he was too good for Hogwarts. Malfoys were royalty; far superior then the rest. No one would every be as great as Draco Lucius Malfoy-no one.
*~*A/N-Short, but sweet, eh? There's plenty more where this came from. Next up, Chapter 2.*~*