Confection

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all characters contained within this story are all property of J.K. Rowling, with the exception of Chester Devroy, he's owned by me. Bum Bum Bum, and all that other disclaimer stuff.
Author: Abyss

Email: IndelibleChild@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, Angst, implied rape, Drug abuse, Self-Mutilation

Genre: Drama

Summary: Draco's life begins to crumble when he accidentally plunges himself deep into his fathers schemes to over throw Voldemort. Can a new friend found in the most unlikely place save him from his own self-destruction? Takes place 6th year at Hogwarts, AU.

Author's notes: The plot demons came by the other day and savagely ripped apart my plot, so Winter DeForgum (A character you haven't met) will not be appearing, as she's been replaced by the loveable Chester Devroy (Oh my). Lucky for you my story line has been cut in half though.

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Chapter Two: Indelible Malfoy

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I wonder where all this anger came from. Surely not every negative feeling I have would spawn from my father, my upbringing. I do not wish to lie to myself. Am I the thing that causes all this animosity? All these perturbed thoughts? I dream of the death of those around me, and find out that it was with my own hands that they suffered... But... These dreams do not trouble me as I feel they should, I do not wake up scared, terrified of the things I see myself do, just a subtle indifference.

It all makes me question things I have been so sure of in the past. I feel superior to these insignificant being, these people that drain my thoughts; they drain my body and make me ache for release.

The main antagonist on my list would be that of a one Ms. Pansy Parkinson, after expressing her "concern" for me at lunch and received perhaps a few too many not-too-polite remarks (In public? Oh my, how un-Malfoy of me) towards the offending hole in her head from none other than yours truly. Of course after that eye-catching display of oh-so-pleasant emotion, Parkinson storms out of the great hall. And if I know her behaviour well enough (and I do) she ran off to owl my father about my "troubling behaviour". Twenty galleons says she uses those exact words as well.

She is going to sorely regret that if she messes up my plans.

Class for Glamour Magic finally starts tomorrow. I still don't understand why we had to wait a month into the school year before the class could start. Probably because our teacher is going to be hopelessly incompetent, the thought alone almost makes me not want to take the course. I haven't seen the new teacher around at all. It makes me rather curious, in a cynical sort of way.

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Dinner has always been an insufferable time. People, hundreds of ignorant people crudely shoving their obtuse mouths with copious amounts of food. It was a rather sickening site to see and it never failed to halt what little appetite Draco had. Eating had been, for as long as the young Slytherin could remember, a rather disgusting and intemperate act. The thought of food almost made him physically sick.

Sitting across from Pansy didn't help much either.

How much 'Oh Draco! I'm so sorry! Please don't be angry with me!' Could one person take anyway?

Of course this also meant that Pansy had done something that she now regrets... Like owling my father... Draco thought bitterly as a large brown owl dropped a letter in front of him. Draco looked up at Pansy and cocked an eyebrow then turned his attention back to the letter once Pansy bit her lip and looked away.

Draco,

I've heard some troubling news about your recent behaviour at school; as such I am afraid that I cannot allow you to stay at school during holiday break. We need to discuss what has been bothering you in person.

L.Malfoy

How fatherly, Draco thought sardonically.

"Parkinson." Draco said while folding up his letter and neatly placing it in his robes. "We're.... Going to have a little talk tonight, after dinner." He looked up at her.

Pansy just nodded.

She should know better, Draco mused. Calmly removing himself from the table, Draco stalked out of the room, his robes billowing dramatically behind him.

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Pansy stood in front of Draco, most would see her stance as trying to challenge Draco... But the young blonde knew better. Pansy Parkinson was terrified of him.

"I have better things to be doing tonight, so this is going to be quick." Draco started, pacing slowly around the almost empty common room. "I'm going to lay down a few rules and you will follow them. Understand?"

"Draco, I don't really think that-"

"Don't!" Draco interrupted and sharply turned towards Pansy. "Don't address me so informally, unlike my father, Parkinson," Draco spat harshly, uncomfortably invading the other Slytherin's space "I do not have a problem hitting a girl." His eyes darkened considerable before he turned away from her and began pacing again.

"As I was about to say." He continued. "You will not, under any circumstances, have any contact with my father about me. You will not address your concern for my recent interest in Potter in front of others. I have my reasons and be assured that if you fuck my plans up even the slightest bit more." Draco stopped and looked at Pansy once more. "I will personally see to it that you regret that very moment for the rest of your life." They both knew that wasn't an empty threat. "Are we understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now stay out of my site, I'm sick of having to look at you." Draco turned and stalked to his room, he had planning to do.

"I can't believe her." Draco shook his head as he leaned up against the door of his room. The blonde Slytherin had many things planned for the time off from school that involved Harry, he now had to re-think everything with the unappreciated rift in his schedule.

Firstly he had to get his twenty galleons back from Potter; Draco had no intention of letting Harry use all that money to go get himself high. Knowing Potter, he'd do something like. Draco walked over to his desk and sat down, thinking about the dark haired Gryffindor. That clueless boy was more than an extreme drug addict, Draco mused silently. He would never admit it to himself that it actually hurt him to see the young wizard struggling with himself.

It was just part of the plan, he reminded himself as he took out his half-finished potions essay. Just part of the plan....

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"Damn Gryffindors." Draco muttered under his breath as he took a seat in his new class. Draco wasn't sure if he should be looking forward to the class or not. Of course the idea of Glamour Magic was quite intriguing, and should be something quite enjoyable to do. Yet, the prospect of working with the Gryffindors put him off, and he had a strong feeling the teacher would be nothing short of hopeless.

"Class." Spoke a tall bony man with short, curly black hair. The new professor walked in from the door, his black robes billowing behind him as he quickly walked to the head of the room, reminding Draco slightly of Snape.

He seemed rather young to be a professor, but his black eyes that were framed by his dark rectangular glasses seemed to age his childlike face by many years. "I notice that we are missing two students, but I will continue anyway." He spoke as he looked around the room. "I am Professor Devroy, and as you all should know by now, this is Glamour Magic. I understand that many of your were frustrated when finding out you had to wait before you could take this class but, get over it, you're here now." Draco smiled.

"This is an advanced class, so attendance is a requirement, I expect you to be here everyday, and I expect you to be on time. There is rarely any good excuse for tardiness. Before we-" Professor Devroy stopped talking as the door flung open, and two students ran in, both very out of breath.

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Draco briefly studied the dark haired Gryffindor, idly wondering exactly what drug was saturated in his blood. GHB seemed to be a favourite.

"S...sorry Professor." Draco watched Ron gasp for breath as he tried to speak.

Devroy raised an eyebrow for a thoughtful moment, an act that reminded Draco of Snape again.

"Take a seat, ten points for tardiness, do not let this happen again." He spoke, almost bitterly; being late was obviously something he took personally. Draco watched Harry and Ron separate, Harry taking a seat next to Neville Longbottom, and Ron somewhere in the back, near some other Gryffindor.

"As I was discussing before I was interrupted." Began the Professor. "I expect all of you to be here everyday, on time." He glanced at Ron and Harry, still irritated. "In the first few weeks of this course you all will be studying the introduction to Glamour Magic, also called Illusion Magic. Those of you that picked this course for vanity reasons will soon find out this course will be more than you bargained for." Another glance was taken at Pansy, who looked rather upset; Draco smiled to himself.

"Now." Professor Devroy turned around walked behind his desk. "Everyone take out your wands." Draco stared at the professor for a moment, confused, then did as he was told. Devroy turned around and looked at the students; most seemed excited at the thought of practical work already. "Now put them away." Devroy smiled at the disappointed faces. Idiots, Draco thought to himself.

"You will have no use for wands with Glamour Magic. This is mind magic, creating illusions for an indefinite period of time. Not once will you use your wands in class, so I don't expect to see them... at all."

Draco watched a Gryffindor raise their hand.

"Professor?" they called.

"Yes?"

"How will we be doing magic then?"

Devroy smiled, expecting the question. "I find it hard to believe that you are all sixth year students, and still do not know about wandless magic. Come up here." Everyone watched the Gryffindor slowly walk to the front of the class. "Wandless magic can be done in many ways, and is often looked down upon because many fear that it gives too much power to those who understand it." The professor walked over towards where the student was standing, and touched his shoulder. Most of the class gasped as they saw the typical school robes quickly transform into Quidditch robes. "That, is an example of wandless magic." Continued the teacher. "You may sit down now." With a snap of his fingers, the robes quickly changed back to their original form.

"Anyone know the different kinds of wandless magic?"

Draco raised his hand.

"Ah, yes Mister Malfoy."

"There are five different forms of Wandless Magic." Draco began. "There is Touch Change, Word Change, Dream Change, Glance Change, and then Thought Change."

"Excellent!" Devroy seemed pleased. "Five points to Slytherin." Devroy waved his right hand at the blackboard behind him and instantly bold, white words appeared upon the dark surface. "Mister Malfoy is quite right." He began. "The five methods of Wandless Magic are quite obvious as to how to go about performing the desired task from their names. Touch Magic, the most common and easiest to learn, is acquired by simply touching what you wish to change. The next change is Word Change, in here you will learn many simple and complex incantations. Followed by Word Change is Glance Change, the illusion is created by concentrating on what you wish to change into the desired object. The two most complicated methods are Thought Change, and Dream Change. Thought Change is achieved through your mind, it is wishing for an object, or desired change and then making it happen. It is quite difficult, and many of you will have an extremely laborious time being able to do this. Dream Change can be quite dangerous, because of this we will be doing this at the very end of the year. When we start working with Dream Changes you all will be given a collective sphere. Dream Change can and will manifest some of your most wonderful desires, and some of your worst fears. As such, none of you will actually bring for your Dream Changes into our reality; they will be stored in your collective sphere.

I expect everyone to know each form, and how it's done. By the end of the year you all will be able to understand and work with each type of change, and will be creating a portfolio of sorts that explain and give example to each change. As the requirements are quite difficult and time consuming you will be working with a partner. No, you may not choose whom you work with, and yes, you will both be doing the same amount of work. I have already paired you off, if you do not get along or know whom you are working with... I honestly do not care you will all survive. This is where I become everyone's least favourite teacher, you have a seating arrangement, and it is mandatory that you get along with your partner inside this classroom. MANDATORY. I will not let you all behave like little children, you're almost fully grown adult wizards, as such you will act like one in here, or you will not be taking this class any more." Devroy snapped his fingers and in front of every student was a nametag on the desk. "If you are not sitting in front of your name, get up and move. Where you find your name is where you will be sitting for the rest of the year."

Draco looked down, and saw happily that he didn't have to move. Draco curiously looked over at the desk next to him when Blaise got up and moved.

Harry Potter was printed in large neat script.

Draco smiled.

"Potter." Draco nodded as Harry sat down. Most of the class watched the exchange between the two nervously. No one really knew about their recent friendship.

"Now that you are all situated," Devroy began. "You all will be receiving a workbook. Inside it will contain information for your portfolio, what is expected of your and your partner, requirements, some basic guidelines and some helpful ideas. It took me quite a while to get these together, so I will not tolerate seeing any of these being left behind, or forgotten about. I also expect you to look though and have an idea of all the material that is in there, Many of the questions you have regarding the portfolio you will find contained within your workbooks. I have no desire to repeat any information verbally to you that is in there, as it is a waste of my time, and your time. For the rest of class I want you to become more familiar with your partner, and have both of you look of the material in the packet. Get along, you are stuck with your partner for the rest of the year." Devroy passed out thick packets to each student. "Get to work." He spoke, then turned around and sat down at his desk, idly starting to read though the papers on his desk.

"I have a feeling I am going to hate this class." Harry muttered lowly. Draco laughed.

"Honestly, Potter. Every time the school gets a competent professor, you hate them."

"Competent? That man has a stick up his ass." Harry exclaimed. "Look at this packet. It's huge!"

"Perhaps if you understood what it was for you would stop that incessant whining. You really aren't the brightest of the bunch. Then again, you are in Gryffindor, that does explain quite a lot right there." Draco said absently mindedly while flipping through the pages in the packet.

"As opposed to being a grungy Slytherin, hiding in the depths of the dungeon waiting for innocent victims to attack?"

"If I can recall correctly, you were already sitting in the dark shadows of the dungeon, waiting to corrupt innocent people with your drug induced ways. You sneaky bastard."

"Ah look at this!" Draco said excitedly, cutting Harry off from what he was about to say. "It says here that 'every student will have to perform each change, then document the results, like a journal. Afterwards each student will switch his or her results with their partner. A reflection essay will be written with constructive criticism and will be added to the their portfolio. Students will write seven reflection essays. Five will describe each change, and two personal essays. Get to know your partner on a personal level, this will help enhance your Glamour Magic abilities.' Look Potter, I get to write a biography on you! Oh the glorious excitement, I can't wait to get started." Draco faked enthusiasm.

"Actually, that seems like it would be rather interesting." Harry said thoughtfully.

"Well of course it does, you're going to be writing about me. I better not see any sexual comments made about my overwhelming good looks, it would spoil our friendship."

Harry just shook his head. "The indelible Malfoy."

"Indelible? I'm quite impressed, you're vocabulary has improved. Obviously I am a good influence on you."

"Good influence? I think it's the other way around."

"Who is the druggie of this relationship here, hu? That would be you, you silly little Gryffindor. Now when are we going to start putting together the rough draft for the portfolio, I think we could start making a tentative outline today, since most of the information we need is already in here." Draco nodded at the packet. "Let's meet at the library at 10:15 tonight to start going over some ideas, I've already got quite a few."

"10:15? That's a rather random time."

"I'm busy until 10:00, unlike you, some of us have social lives. 10:15, library. Don't be late, I will not wait around for you."

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End: Chapter Two

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Author's Notes: I realized today as I finished up this chapter that this story is going to be much longer than I had originally planned. It is also going a little slower than I had wanted, so I apologize to all that are actually reading this story. No, I don't have my tongue pierced... thought about it for a while though. Also, this chapter might have seemed a little pointless but it wasn't, honest.... Honest!

Thanks to all those loveable people that reviewed, you're awesome.

Also... At this point in time, Draco has no feelings for Harry... He doesn't even like him too much; it's just more of hesitant friendship. You won't find out about the true nature of the relationship between Draco and Lucius until later in the story. It's not my first fanfic, but it is my first HP one. I used to write in the KoRn section a long time ago... *remembers the days* Oh my.

People who review... are my favourite kind peoples.