Disclaimer- A British lady owns Harry Potter and since I have not even been
to Britain, its not me.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table stairing at one of the seventh year Gryffindors, Neville Longbottom to be exact. He had grown since the little chubby first year. Losing all his baby fat he was now slightly muscular, but not too much. Neville had a very femine air about him and was very timid. He seemed to be afraid of his own shadow, but for some unknown reason Draco thought it was cute, yes cute. He was by no means a good and kind person, infact he was a bastard. Deep inside, very deep, however there was a kinder side that only a very few saw. And that part of him for some odd reason found the clumsy blue eyed boy very apealing.
It had started during the middle of the sixth year but so far he had successfully ignored the feelings that had been appearing. Now, however, he knew he had to have him. You see he was a Malfoy, and of corse being one meant that once they found something they wanted they were sure to get it no matter what. Not only that they didn't like to share, so when he saw someone snake an arm around the blond he was pissed. If it wasn't for all the training his father had put him through, the offending arm would have been lying useless on the floor, instead he took a calming breath and smiled. He would have potions after breakfast and he could start his master plan there.
He had been thinking up ways to get his Gryffindor and he had finally figured out a truly Slytherin idea. He would get his prey to fall for him, and after that he wouldn't know what hit, bit, licked or anything else to him. There was more to his plan then that, but that was the gist of it. Draco had already gone to his Godfather and he was going to reluctantly help by pairing the two up for a very long project. He was very pleased, he now had a chance to be close to Neville without anyone being the wiser.
Finishing his breakfast, Draco got up only to be followed by his lackies Crabbe and Goyle. They were bothersome at times but they did come in handy, especial when the Golden Trio was around. He laughed at the thought of those idiots, it had been pure dumb luck they beat Voldemort last year. Potter had been knocked over by the weasel right into Voldemort, which caused him to fall into a killing curse. Pathatic really, the guy manages to live though countless Aurors after him and he gets killed by kids simply dumb luck. Draco was relived he didn't have to follow the hypocritical half-blood anyway, thus the reason he stopped taunting the trio so much. Of corse they still had their spats every now and again, he was human after all and they were bloody annoying.
He was nearing the Potions door when he spotted Neville. Slowing down some he managed to be walking right next to the him. Brushing up against the boy, he was delighted to find him shivering at the touch. Entering the classroom, he sat in his usual seat, still watching Neville. When Snape walked in he set out to set up partners for their N.E.W.T level potion that was to be brewed. Giving one of his trademark smirks at the nervous boy walking over to him, Draco knew he was going to have fun seducing his prey and future lover.
A.N. Sooooooo what did you all think. Let me know if you want me to continue other wise I probably wont. (in truth it depends on my mood)
Draco sat at the Slytherin table stairing at one of the seventh year Gryffindors, Neville Longbottom to be exact. He had grown since the little chubby first year. Losing all his baby fat he was now slightly muscular, but not too much. Neville had a very femine air about him and was very timid. He seemed to be afraid of his own shadow, but for some unknown reason Draco thought it was cute, yes cute. He was by no means a good and kind person, infact he was a bastard. Deep inside, very deep, however there was a kinder side that only a very few saw. And that part of him for some odd reason found the clumsy blue eyed boy very apealing.
It had started during the middle of the sixth year but so far he had successfully ignored the feelings that had been appearing. Now, however, he knew he had to have him. You see he was a Malfoy, and of corse being one meant that once they found something they wanted they were sure to get it no matter what. Not only that they didn't like to share, so when he saw someone snake an arm around the blond he was pissed. If it wasn't for all the training his father had put him through, the offending arm would have been lying useless on the floor, instead he took a calming breath and smiled. He would have potions after breakfast and he could start his master plan there.
He had been thinking up ways to get his Gryffindor and he had finally figured out a truly Slytherin idea. He would get his prey to fall for him, and after that he wouldn't know what hit, bit, licked or anything else to him. There was more to his plan then that, but that was the gist of it. Draco had already gone to his Godfather and he was going to reluctantly help by pairing the two up for a very long project. He was very pleased, he now had a chance to be close to Neville without anyone being the wiser.
Finishing his breakfast, Draco got up only to be followed by his lackies Crabbe and Goyle. They were bothersome at times but they did come in handy, especial when the Golden Trio was around. He laughed at the thought of those idiots, it had been pure dumb luck they beat Voldemort last year. Potter had been knocked over by the weasel right into Voldemort, which caused him to fall into a killing curse. Pathatic really, the guy manages to live though countless Aurors after him and he gets killed by kids simply dumb luck. Draco was relived he didn't have to follow the hypocritical half-blood anyway, thus the reason he stopped taunting the trio so much. Of corse they still had their spats every now and again, he was human after all and they were bloody annoying.
He was nearing the Potions door when he spotted Neville. Slowing down some he managed to be walking right next to the him. Brushing up against the boy, he was delighted to find him shivering at the touch. Entering the classroom, he sat in his usual seat, still watching Neville. When Snape walked in he set out to set up partners for their N.E.W.T level potion that was to be brewed. Giving one of his trademark smirks at the nervous boy walking over to him, Draco knew he was going to have fun seducing his prey and future lover.
A.N. Sooooooo what did you all think. Let me know if you want me to continue other wise I probably wont. (in truth it depends on my mood)