Prologue-- Flies 'n' Pigs
The stranger was standing in front of a normal-enough looking house, that had neatly trimmed hedges, surprisingly clean cut flowers, and a lawn where one could spend the rest of their life and after life, looking for a strand of grass out of place. He was standing in front of number 4 private drive.
He continued to watch the house as a suspicious sneer played across his face. Of course, no one could see this look of suspicion as the only light on the autumn night was the soft glow that came from the family's kitchen window. Straightening his black sweater and jeans respectably he made sure that his wand was securely tucked into his sleeve. He was suddenly glad that he had worn black. It was awful clever of him, wasn't it? After all, his clothes provided a nice camouflage in the bleak black night. And, if he didn't mind saying so himself, he thought he looked sexy in them. Maybe it wasn't such a good thing that no one could see him. . . He smiled slightly, and turned his thoughts back to the reason he was here.
A smirk formed on his pale lips and he ran a hand through his white-blond hair nervously. Even though he'd never admit out loud that he was nervous. Perhaps not even silently. . . He sighed. No turning back now. . . The boy sauntered up the walk and to the Dursley's humble home. He rapped his knuckles on the door lightly, afterwards he quickly checked he hadn't bruised. After all one must remember, this one was a vain one. . .
A short while later, a chubby looking muggle came to the door. He could see the man's eye out of the peek hole. The stranger offered, a what he hoped looked like a charming smile. The man opened the door a crack, to the point where he could partially see the man's plump-red face, his great mustache, and his bulging eyes. What he presumed was Mr. Dursley, spoke. "We're not buying any!"
The large man went to shut the door on the stranger, however this particular stranger wasn't that dense. We couldn't have that now could we? He put his boot in the way of the closing door.
"Where are your manners sir?" He smirked slightly, but continued talking. "Here I am, coming to your humble abode to tell you something about your nephew, and here you are, trying to shut me out. . . The manner's of some people. . ." At the mention of Mr. Dursley's nephew, he opened the door further and pulled the man into the threshold. The beefy man put an arm against the stranger's chest and pinned him against the back of the door.
"Who are you and what do you know of, of. . . Of that nuisance!" Mr. Dursley was getting very red in the face indeed.
The stranger easily slipped out of the man's grip and he tried to keep his temper down at the fact that his lover's own flesh and blood . . Well, had called him a nuisance. His eyes however, must have given away his temper, Because Mr. Dursley rushed hurriedly in front of his family, who were standing at the edge of the family room, watching the scene with growing interest.
He turned to Mr. Dursley, he held out his hand. Saying in a sweet charming voice, "I am Draco Malfoy. " He offered another charming smile, and his eyes darted under the stair way where his lover had so sullenly told him that he was kept at when he was younger. His temper rose. Draco's gray colored eyes, flared an unbearable molten silver. "And you, are about to die." His smile was replaced to a sneer, and he held his arm up higher so that his wand was pointing directly at the beefy-man's heart.
"Vitâ Deceilêre!" A look of pure horror crossed the man's face; His family mimicking it. The man's beefy hand went to grasp at his chest, but he fell to the floor before he could do much of anything.
Before Draco knew it, all three of them were lying on the floor. He could have sworn that the house had shook when the two men dropped. . . Just like flies . . Of course, little Draco here didn't think they looked just like flies. . Nor pigs, Though they did bear an odd resemblance, he didn't think much of anything. However a very calming feeling did wash over him and he smiled to himself and to their bodies. He had gotten his -- and his lover's revenge. Even if his lover wasn't aware of it. . .
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Author's Note: Muwahahaha. . I'd like at least 5 reviews before I post the next chapter, and if you do review, I promise it'll be worth your time. The next chapter will at least be two times as long as this. YAY! Go me! Now, clickity clack that lil purple button there that says "Go" at the bottom of the screen. Ya know, that one right next to "Submit Review"? Yeah, that's it . . Good. Very good. . . P.s: This is the REVISED one. . .
The stranger was standing in front of a normal-enough looking house, that had neatly trimmed hedges, surprisingly clean cut flowers, and a lawn where one could spend the rest of their life and after life, looking for a strand of grass out of place. He was standing in front of number 4 private drive.
He continued to watch the house as a suspicious sneer played across his face. Of course, no one could see this look of suspicion as the only light on the autumn night was the soft glow that came from the family's kitchen window. Straightening his black sweater and jeans respectably he made sure that his wand was securely tucked into his sleeve. He was suddenly glad that he had worn black. It was awful clever of him, wasn't it? After all, his clothes provided a nice camouflage in the bleak black night. And, if he didn't mind saying so himself, he thought he looked sexy in them. Maybe it wasn't such a good thing that no one could see him. . . He smiled slightly, and turned his thoughts back to the reason he was here.
A smirk formed on his pale lips and he ran a hand through his white-blond hair nervously. Even though he'd never admit out loud that he was nervous. Perhaps not even silently. . . He sighed. No turning back now. . . The boy sauntered up the walk and to the Dursley's humble home. He rapped his knuckles on the door lightly, afterwards he quickly checked he hadn't bruised. After all one must remember, this one was a vain one. . .
A short while later, a chubby looking muggle came to the door. He could see the man's eye out of the peek hole. The stranger offered, a what he hoped looked like a charming smile. The man opened the door a crack, to the point where he could partially see the man's plump-red face, his great mustache, and his bulging eyes. What he presumed was Mr. Dursley, spoke. "We're not buying any!"
The large man went to shut the door on the stranger, however this particular stranger wasn't that dense. We couldn't have that now could we? He put his boot in the way of the closing door.
"Where are your manners sir?" He smirked slightly, but continued talking. "Here I am, coming to your humble abode to tell you something about your nephew, and here you are, trying to shut me out. . . The manner's of some people. . ." At the mention of Mr. Dursley's nephew, he opened the door further and pulled the man into the threshold. The beefy man put an arm against the stranger's chest and pinned him against the back of the door.
"Who are you and what do you know of, of. . . Of that nuisance!" Mr. Dursley was getting very red in the face indeed.
The stranger easily slipped out of the man's grip and he tried to keep his temper down at the fact that his lover's own flesh and blood . . Well, had called him a nuisance. His eyes however, must have given away his temper, Because Mr. Dursley rushed hurriedly in front of his family, who were standing at the edge of the family room, watching the scene with growing interest.
He turned to Mr. Dursley, he held out his hand. Saying in a sweet charming voice, "I am Draco Malfoy. " He offered another charming smile, and his eyes darted under the stair way where his lover had so sullenly told him that he was kept at when he was younger. His temper rose. Draco's gray colored eyes, flared an unbearable molten silver. "And you, are about to die." His smile was replaced to a sneer, and he held his arm up higher so that his wand was pointing directly at the beefy-man's heart.
"Vitâ Deceilêre!" A look of pure horror crossed the man's face; His family mimicking it. The man's beefy hand went to grasp at his chest, but he fell to the floor before he could do much of anything.
Before Draco knew it, all three of them were lying on the floor. He could have sworn that the house had shook when the two men dropped. . . Just like flies . . Of course, little Draco here didn't think they looked just like flies. . Nor pigs, Though they did bear an odd resemblance, he didn't think much of anything. However a very calming feeling did wash over him and he smiled to himself and to their bodies. He had gotten his -- and his lover's revenge. Even if his lover wasn't aware of it. . .
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Author's Note: Muwahahaha. . I'd like at least 5 reviews before I post the next chapter, and if you do review, I promise it'll be worth your time. The next chapter will at least be two times as long as this. YAY! Go me! Now, clickity clack that lil purple button there that says "Go" at the bottom of the screen. Ya know, that one right next to "Submit Review"? Yeah, that's it . . Good. Very good. . . P.s: This is the REVISED one. . .