Summary: The Dark Lord and his Deatheaters are vanquished. Hence begins an era of love and peace. Not likely. Not when Lord Voldemort has named a vengeful heir. Not when he was Draco Malfoy. And all those who obstruct his path to revenge will be exterminated, save for one – his worst enemy.
Disclaimer: ok, basically, you know da whole friggin drill. I dun own a friggin thing except for da sexy, one and only Draco Malfoy. tug of war with J.K. Rowling NO, I want Draccy. sulks fine, he's yours. Ok, whatever, I own nothing. Rowling owns them all!!
Draco Malfoy sauntered down the aisle to take his usual seat at the Slytherin table. People turned their heads to watch him and whispers followed. He didn't really care. He was used to it anyway. He was the epitome of perfection. He was passion personified. He was hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, powerful in all departments and......
A hand caressed Draco's shoulder and broke through his endless mental tirade. Blaise Zabini appeared beside him, looking very worried. His blue eyes peered at Draco in an anxious manner.
"Hey, Draco, you ok?"
Draco stared back, puzzled. "Yeah, last night was great. If you were worried about your performance, I'd give you about, say, 7. That is quite high, above average."
"Didn't you hear?"
"No, I didn't hear," Draco snapped as he ordered Pansy to grab his morning coffee. "Black, remember, no more sugar."
Blaise handed him the morning paper hesitantly.
Draco sighed. "Blaise, you sit beside me every morning. You should know I don't read my papers in the morning. It gives me a headache, especially after that passionate affair last night."
"Draco, your father's dead."
Draco glared at Blaise. "And you should also remember that telling bad jokes at any time of the day meant me, my wand and afterwards the Infirmary, especially ones relating to my family. Seeing as you were great last night, I would let you off this time but please refrain from telling such idiotic tales next time."
"I'm serious, Draco. Look around you. Is anyone laughing? Our families are all dead. Virtually all Slytherins are now orphans. The Dark Lord's dead and all the Deatheaters died with him yesterday night," Blaise replied grimly.
"Surely Father escaped," Draco gestured Crabbe to pass him a toast and started buttering it.
Blaise took Draco's face in his hands and turned it towards him. "No, Draco, everyone is dead. They took no prisoners. The entire force, gone."
Draco shook Blaise's hands away violently and continued to eat his breakfast. He chewed the toast furiously. Who the hell does he think he is? My father. Dead? Absolutely ridiculous.
Then he noticed the overwhelming silence around him. The usually boisterous Slytherins were all quiet, withdrawn. Draco immediately snatched the paper out of Blaise's hand and started reading. On the front page, huge, bold words flashed, proclaiming his father's death.
Father. Dead.
Blaise sighed and said again, "Your father is dead."
Those words echoed in his heads, reverberating endlessly. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead dead dead dead dead.....
"Potter was there. He killed him," Blaise continued.
Father. Dead. Potter killed him.
Draco froze.
Potter killed my Father.
Draco stood up. The Slytherins stared at Draco. Some moved away, knowing that he was about to explode.
Potter.
Draco turned his head slowly to focus on the Gryffindors, searching for those familiar black hair and emerald green eyes.
Potter.
Draco found him, in the centre of a large crowd.
Always bathing the limelight. He has taken everything away.
Draco turned rapidly, his black robes billowed viciously. He stormed towards the Gryffindors.
Everything.
Draco pushed through what seemed like a million bodies. It seemed an eternity before he reached Harry.
Your father is dead, Blaise's voice consumed his mind. Those fatal words.
Hermione and Ron appeared to shield Harry, but they were immediately hit by stunning spells sent by Slytherins who had followed Draco. The Slytherins did not come to watch the show. They came for revenge.
Suddenly, a great commotion started up. The Slytherins shoved the Gryffindors roughly out of the way to surround Draco and Harry. Draco towered above Harry, glaring at him with his mercury silver eyes, flashing with insane anger.
"You..." Draco growled incoherently. His hands shot out to grab Harry by his neck. He moved in closer, his face only inches from Harry's.
Dumbledore stood up in alarm and pointed his wand at the ring of Slytherins. "Release Mr. Potter at once, Mr. Malfoy or I will have to forcibly remove you."
Draco only sneered at the threat and tightened his grip around Harry's neck. Harry only stared at Draco and gasped. This person was not human. He was an animal.
Draco grinned when he heard the gasp and, again, tightened his grip. Harry was gasping for air. Dumbledore pointed his wand towards Draco and started to say his incantation. Before he could finish, he found sixty wands pointing straight at him. Avada kedavara hung at the lips of the Slytherins.
"Potter," Draco whispered, leaning closer, "You just wait and see. You have spilt the blood of a Malfoy and you will pay for it."
Professor Snape rushed towards Draco. "Stop, boy, what do you think you're doing?"
Draco dropped Harry and directed his accusing glare at his professor. He kicked the crumbled figure laying at his feet. "Traitor," Draco said as he straightened up. "Fucking traitor. I used to think so highly of you. Snape, you shall join them in their doom."
With one last kick, he turned and gestured for the Slytherins to follow.
As Draco passed his professor's stunned figure, he whispered painfully, "Severus, I trusted you." Professor Snape only flinched at these words.
A/N giggle sexy Draco. Neway, my first fanfic, so be kind, people. So what's gonna happen next. Let's just say it involves one very very sexy and fuckable Draco, a takeover, slavery, Resistance and hot boy sex. Of course, it spans over the whole story, not just one chapter. I mean shoving all those in one chapter is way too much. However, that's just my idea. You guys can choose, seeing as you actually took da time to read my story. You can choose what you want. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Wrote it when my mind isn't very clear. And please be nice about the fanfic.
Disclaimer: ok, basically, you know da whole friggin drill. I dun own a friggin thing except for da sexy, one and only Draco Malfoy. tug of war with J.K. Rowling NO, I want Draccy. sulks fine, he's yours. Ok, whatever, I own nothing. Rowling owns them all!!
Draco Malfoy sauntered down the aisle to take his usual seat at the Slytherin table. People turned their heads to watch him and whispers followed. He didn't really care. He was used to it anyway. He was the epitome of perfection. He was passion personified. He was hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, powerful in all departments and......
A hand caressed Draco's shoulder and broke through his endless mental tirade. Blaise Zabini appeared beside him, looking very worried. His blue eyes peered at Draco in an anxious manner.
"Hey, Draco, you ok?"
Draco stared back, puzzled. "Yeah, last night was great. If you were worried about your performance, I'd give you about, say, 7. That is quite high, above average."
"Didn't you hear?"
"No, I didn't hear," Draco snapped as he ordered Pansy to grab his morning coffee. "Black, remember, no more sugar."
Blaise handed him the morning paper hesitantly.
Draco sighed. "Blaise, you sit beside me every morning. You should know I don't read my papers in the morning. It gives me a headache, especially after that passionate affair last night."
"Draco, your father's dead."
Draco glared at Blaise. "And you should also remember that telling bad jokes at any time of the day meant me, my wand and afterwards the Infirmary, especially ones relating to my family. Seeing as you were great last night, I would let you off this time but please refrain from telling such idiotic tales next time."
"I'm serious, Draco. Look around you. Is anyone laughing? Our families are all dead. Virtually all Slytherins are now orphans. The Dark Lord's dead and all the Deatheaters died with him yesterday night," Blaise replied grimly.
"Surely Father escaped," Draco gestured Crabbe to pass him a toast and started buttering it.
Blaise took Draco's face in his hands and turned it towards him. "No, Draco, everyone is dead. They took no prisoners. The entire force, gone."
Draco shook Blaise's hands away violently and continued to eat his breakfast. He chewed the toast furiously. Who the hell does he think he is? My father. Dead? Absolutely ridiculous.
Then he noticed the overwhelming silence around him. The usually boisterous Slytherins were all quiet, withdrawn. Draco immediately snatched the paper out of Blaise's hand and started reading. On the front page, huge, bold words flashed, proclaiming his father's death.
Father. Dead.
Blaise sighed and said again, "Your father is dead."
Those words echoed in his heads, reverberating endlessly. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead. Father is dead dead dead dead dead.....
"Potter was there. He killed him," Blaise continued.
Father. Dead. Potter killed him.
Draco froze.
Potter killed my Father.
Draco stood up. The Slytherins stared at Draco. Some moved away, knowing that he was about to explode.
Potter.
Draco turned his head slowly to focus on the Gryffindors, searching for those familiar black hair and emerald green eyes.
Potter.
Draco found him, in the centre of a large crowd.
Always bathing the limelight. He has taken everything away.
Draco turned rapidly, his black robes billowed viciously. He stormed towards the Gryffindors.
Everything.
Draco pushed through what seemed like a million bodies. It seemed an eternity before he reached Harry.
Your father is dead, Blaise's voice consumed his mind. Those fatal words.
Hermione and Ron appeared to shield Harry, but they were immediately hit by stunning spells sent by Slytherins who had followed Draco. The Slytherins did not come to watch the show. They came for revenge.
Suddenly, a great commotion started up. The Slytherins shoved the Gryffindors roughly out of the way to surround Draco and Harry. Draco towered above Harry, glaring at him with his mercury silver eyes, flashing with insane anger.
"You..." Draco growled incoherently. His hands shot out to grab Harry by his neck. He moved in closer, his face only inches from Harry's.
Dumbledore stood up in alarm and pointed his wand at the ring of Slytherins. "Release Mr. Potter at once, Mr. Malfoy or I will have to forcibly remove you."
Draco only sneered at the threat and tightened his grip around Harry's neck. Harry only stared at Draco and gasped. This person was not human. He was an animal.
Draco grinned when he heard the gasp and, again, tightened his grip. Harry was gasping for air. Dumbledore pointed his wand towards Draco and started to say his incantation. Before he could finish, he found sixty wands pointing straight at him. Avada kedavara hung at the lips of the Slytherins.
"Potter," Draco whispered, leaning closer, "You just wait and see. You have spilt the blood of a Malfoy and you will pay for it."
Professor Snape rushed towards Draco. "Stop, boy, what do you think you're doing?"
Draco dropped Harry and directed his accusing glare at his professor. He kicked the crumbled figure laying at his feet. "Traitor," Draco said as he straightened up. "Fucking traitor. I used to think so highly of you. Snape, you shall join them in their doom."
With one last kick, he turned and gestured for the Slytherins to follow.
As Draco passed his professor's stunned figure, he whispered painfully, "Severus, I trusted you." Professor Snape only flinched at these words.
A/N giggle sexy Draco. Neway, my first fanfic, so be kind, people. So what's gonna happen next. Let's just say it involves one very very sexy and fuckable Draco, a takeover, slavery, Resistance and hot boy sex. Of course, it spans over the whole story, not just one chapter. I mean shoving all those in one chapter is way too much. However, that's just my idea. You guys can choose, seeing as you actually took da time to read my story. You can choose what you want. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Wrote it when my mind isn't very clear. And please be nice about the fanfic.