((Once again I have received no feedback whatsoever. This brings a tear to
my eye, but anyway. I hope people do start reading soon, or else. I don't
know what I'll do! Stop writing this fic I guess, but that's no fun! Hm,
anyway! Draco fans you can rejoice considering he is brought into the
picture, but he has somewhat of another rival in his own house! Another one
of my creations of course, and even though he has similar features as Harry
Potter, they aren't related in the least. I try to push away from the
Potter-Sibling cliché. No offence if that's the sort of thing you like
reading.
Hm, I think that's enough rambling! Read on! Please!))
*asterix* = emphasized words
//double slashes// = indicate thought
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Four Sides to Everything
Den of Forked Tongues: Part One
The Slytherin common room was abuzz with excited whispers, sour tones and rumour. Such was the norm after the evening meal in the Great Hall. There were those that believed putting so many large egos in one room might be hazardous, but the house in the dungeons had been quite successful for many years. Many of the wizarding world's elite were born and bred to be Slytherin material and while they may not have been the most pleasant of people, one can agree rather reluctantly that they were always quite well off. Then again, there are always exceptions.
A group of fifth year girls sitting in a dark corner of the common room giggled and exchanged glances with each other. They each turned to look at the staircases that led to the dorms every once in a while before continuing to whisper and giggle.
Farren Jai Reid descended slowly from his dorm, a look of slight irritation in his bright, peridot green eyes. In his hand he grasped an envelope with a broken wax seal. It was another letter from his adoring parents and another plea for him to keep his eyes and ears open. Mr and Mrs Reid worked for the Ministry although their line of work was kept under wraps most of the time. For a long while Farren himself was planning to follow in their footsteps, except he never could figure out exactly what they did other than interrogate those held in Azkaban.
With a sigh he reached the landing and let his green-eyed gaze travel over the semi-crowded common room. The group of girls in the corner caught his eye and he smirked deviously, giving them a wink. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, but was drowned out by the calm murmur of low conversation. Weaving his way through bodies and furniture he fell beside a sharp-faced girl on the couch opposite the hearth. The girl gave him an icy glare and pursed her lips.
"Ah, Pansy, if you do that too often your face with get stuck that way," informed Farren plainly without looking her way. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched as the flames danced in the fireplace. Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes although she could feel her cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. Grumbling under her breath she rose from the couch, leaving him alone by the hearth.
Farren grinned for a moment as he stared into the fire. The dim orange glow reflected on the floor before him, moving eerily like shadowy spectres. His expression seemed to relax as he sunk into a deeper kind of concentration.
"Now what is wrong with this picture, Reid?" spoke a mellow voice which interrupted the charcoal haired boy's thoughts. Farren shook his head slowly before turning it to the place on the couch where Pansy once sat. Two gleaming grey eyes stared back, narrowed only slightly. Pale ivory strands were slicked back proving that this new couch companion could only be one person. "I don't know, Malfoy, you tell me," Farren said calmly, his expression resembling that of Draco Malfoy's with ease.
"Alone in the common room, sharing the couch with only one person who is of the same gender, seems a little bit out of the ordinary to me," continued the blonde Slytherin. Farren gave a lazy grin and laughed lightly.
"Listen, Malfoy, I know I'm irresistible, but I don't swing that way. save it for Potter," Farren stated rather bluntly as he stood from the couch, stretching like a cat. His green eyes glinted strangely as he regarded Draco with a look of amusement. Draco, however, frowned deeply, his already chilly grey glare lowering in temperature so to speak. The dark haired Slytherin ignored the Malfoy boy's evil look by glancing around the strangely empty common room. For a moment he wondered just how long he had been staring blankly into the flames. He also realized that the letter from his parents was no longer grasped in his hand.
Farren turned back to stare Draco full in the face and while his expression seemed calm and relaxed, his heart had begun to beat quickly against his ribs. //If Malfoy has that letter, I'm done for as are Mum and Dad if he spills to Lucius.// He thought with a hard swallow.
"The only thing I'll save for Potter is some hysterical laughter for when he gets expelled this year," Draco intoned, interrupting Farren's thoughts once again. For a moment, Farren forgot to be worried and narrowed his bright green eyes as he fixed Malfoy with a hard stare.
"What are you going on about?"
"You heard Dumbledore at dinner, didn't you? Or did you neglect to pay attention to the reason why we have to go through the other common room entrance?" Draco asked slowly. Farren sat himself back down on the couch, clearly intrigued by the blonde boy's words. Draco's smirk grew wider.
"How does that have to do with Harry getting expelled?" Farren pressed, irritation edging around his tone.
"Well, you know how Potter is when it comes to breaking rules," Draco said with a low laugh. He rose from the couch immediately after, giving Farren one last smirk before heading toward the stairs that led to the dorms.
Farren sat still, looking bewildered at Malfoy's strange words. Harry Potter? Expelled? How could the blonde brat possibly know that? Or rather, how will he be able to bring that about? Brushing a few strands of charcoal coloured hair from his eyes, the Reid boy leaned forward in his seat. He never particularly liked Draco, although he had nothing against him personally. As for the Boy Who Lived, Farren didn't have the patience for the snide remarks of his companions. //There are too many stereotypes in this school,// thought he with a shake of his head.
Something pale on the dark green of the couch caught his eye. Farren frowned slightly, looking over beside him to where Draco once sat. Nudged into the space between the seat cushion and the back, was the crumpled form of an envelope with a grey wax seal that was broken. The green eyed Slytherin stared for a moment in disbelief and then shook his head with a slow smile. He reached over and plucked the envelope from the couch, shoving it roughly into his pocket.
"That was almost too close for comfort," he murmured with a shake of his head as he rose from the couch a second time. He started for the stairs and as he climbed toward his dorm, he wondered about Draco Malfoy's little prophecy and whether or not the blonde actually did well in Divination.
Hm, I think that's enough rambling! Read on! Please!))
*asterix* = emphasized words
//double slashes// = indicate thought
* * *
Four Sides to Everything
Den of Forked Tongues: Part One
The Slytherin common room was abuzz with excited whispers, sour tones and rumour. Such was the norm after the evening meal in the Great Hall. There were those that believed putting so many large egos in one room might be hazardous, but the house in the dungeons had been quite successful for many years. Many of the wizarding world's elite were born and bred to be Slytherin material and while they may not have been the most pleasant of people, one can agree rather reluctantly that they were always quite well off. Then again, there are always exceptions.
A group of fifth year girls sitting in a dark corner of the common room giggled and exchanged glances with each other. They each turned to look at the staircases that led to the dorms every once in a while before continuing to whisper and giggle.
Farren Jai Reid descended slowly from his dorm, a look of slight irritation in his bright, peridot green eyes. In his hand he grasped an envelope with a broken wax seal. It was another letter from his adoring parents and another plea for him to keep his eyes and ears open. Mr and Mrs Reid worked for the Ministry although their line of work was kept under wraps most of the time. For a long while Farren himself was planning to follow in their footsteps, except he never could figure out exactly what they did other than interrogate those held in Azkaban.
With a sigh he reached the landing and let his green-eyed gaze travel over the semi-crowded common room. The group of girls in the corner caught his eye and he smirked deviously, giving them a wink. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, but was drowned out by the calm murmur of low conversation. Weaving his way through bodies and furniture he fell beside a sharp-faced girl on the couch opposite the hearth. The girl gave him an icy glare and pursed her lips.
"Ah, Pansy, if you do that too often your face with get stuck that way," informed Farren plainly without looking her way. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched as the flames danced in the fireplace. Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes although she could feel her cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. Grumbling under her breath she rose from the couch, leaving him alone by the hearth.
Farren grinned for a moment as he stared into the fire. The dim orange glow reflected on the floor before him, moving eerily like shadowy spectres. His expression seemed to relax as he sunk into a deeper kind of concentration.
"Now what is wrong with this picture, Reid?" spoke a mellow voice which interrupted the charcoal haired boy's thoughts. Farren shook his head slowly before turning it to the place on the couch where Pansy once sat. Two gleaming grey eyes stared back, narrowed only slightly. Pale ivory strands were slicked back proving that this new couch companion could only be one person. "I don't know, Malfoy, you tell me," Farren said calmly, his expression resembling that of Draco Malfoy's with ease.
"Alone in the common room, sharing the couch with only one person who is of the same gender, seems a little bit out of the ordinary to me," continued the blonde Slytherin. Farren gave a lazy grin and laughed lightly.
"Listen, Malfoy, I know I'm irresistible, but I don't swing that way. save it for Potter," Farren stated rather bluntly as he stood from the couch, stretching like a cat. His green eyes glinted strangely as he regarded Draco with a look of amusement. Draco, however, frowned deeply, his already chilly grey glare lowering in temperature so to speak. The dark haired Slytherin ignored the Malfoy boy's evil look by glancing around the strangely empty common room. For a moment he wondered just how long he had been staring blankly into the flames. He also realized that the letter from his parents was no longer grasped in his hand.
Farren turned back to stare Draco full in the face and while his expression seemed calm and relaxed, his heart had begun to beat quickly against his ribs. //If Malfoy has that letter, I'm done for as are Mum and Dad if he spills to Lucius.// He thought with a hard swallow.
"The only thing I'll save for Potter is some hysterical laughter for when he gets expelled this year," Draco intoned, interrupting Farren's thoughts once again. For a moment, Farren forgot to be worried and narrowed his bright green eyes as he fixed Malfoy with a hard stare.
"What are you going on about?"
"You heard Dumbledore at dinner, didn't you? Or did you neglect to pay attention to the reason why we have to go through the other common room entrance?" Draco asked slowly. Farren sat himself back down on the couch, clearly intrigued by the blonde boy's words. Draco's smirk grew wider.
"How does that have to do with Harry getting expelled?" Farren pressed, irritation edging around his tone.
"Well, you know how Potter is when it comes to breaking rules," Draco said with a low laugh. He rose from the couch immediately after, giving Farren one last smirk before heading toward the stairs that led to the dorms.
Farren sat still, looking bewildered at Malfoy's strange words. Harry Potter? Expelled? How could the blonde brat possibly know that? Or rather, how will he be able to bring that about? Brushing a few strands of charcoal coloured hair from his eyes, the Reid boy leaned forward in his seat. He never particularly liked Draco, although he had nothing against him personally. As for the Boy Who Lived, Farren didn't have the patience for the snide remarks of his companions. //There are too many stereotypes in this school,// thought he with a shake of his head.
Something pale on the dark green of the couch caught his eye. Farren frowned slightly, looking over beside him to where Draco once sat. Nudged into the space between the seat cushion and the back, was the crumpled form of an envelope with a grey wax seal that was broken. The green eyed Slytherin stared for a moment in disbelief and then shook his head with a slow smile. He reached over and plucked the envelope from the couch, shoving it roughly into his pocket.
"That was almost too close for comfort," he murmured with a shake of his head as he rose from the couch a second time. He started for the stairs and as he climbed toward his dorm, he wondered about Draco Malfoy's little prophecy and whether or not the blonde actually did well in Divination.