oh oopz.... I just realised that I forgot my disclaimer the first time:
So here goes.... I own nothing in this story, I earn nothing from this
story, I'm just writing this story for the sake of entertaining a few
others. These characters are NOT mine (duh) and belong to one heck of a
rich woman. So leave poor me alone.
I almost forgot, this is Slash.... boy/boy relationships so if this offends you I'm sorry go and find some 'safe' heterosexual relationship story and stop wasting your time here.
Anyways for this chapter I tried to change the tone as it's from a different person's point of view. It's a world of difference between a best friend of Harry's and his enemy's points of views. They'll definitely see things differently. Of course Draco will eventually be seeing Harry in a whole new light, but it won't be all of a sudden. So much for instant gratification. Patience darlings.
Chapter 2
There's something very wrong with Potter today.
I had 'accidentally' crashed into him on the way into the Great Hall. Without missing a beat, he mumbled a quick apology before stepping back, giving way to me. I blinked. Potter never backs down. I was just about to make a sarcastic comment about how he had finally learned his place with the house elves when that Creevey boy, who is always following Potter around, smashed right into his back. I swear I saw Potter flinch as a parchment paper wrapped bundle fell from his grasp. It bounced softly once on the ground before rolling to the wall next to my dragon hide clad foot.
He glanced warily at me before diving for the package. Unfortunately for him I grabbed it first. I smirked as I saw the poorly concealed anxiety on his face. His emotions have always been so readable. One of the many joys of annoying Potter was seeing his eyes flash and his cheeks flush with anger. It made him seem vulnerably human, not that ethereal being on the pedestal that everyone assumes he lives on.
" What's the matter Potter? Love letter from Granger? Some dirty secret of Dumbledore's Golden Boy?" Sneering as I held it just out of his reach.
" Harry, I'm so sorry..... " The Creevey boy was nearly groveling to him while shirking from my gaze. I rolled my eyes heavenwards. It made me sort of nauseous, trust Potter to inspire such mindless devotion. I mean just look at the size of his fanclub! Of course the 'oh-so-virtuous-and-pure' Potter was totally clueless to his actually having a following. My God if I had a group of lemmings like that I would be the new Dark Lord in no time.
" It's ok, Colin. Really. Malfoy, give it here. I don't want to play your games any longer." Potter looked.... resigned? That was a new 'Potter- emotion' that I had never seen directed at me before. Normally it was varying degrees of exasperation, irritation and anger. It confused me. I didn't like being caught off-guard. Where was the usual sarcasm? The confrontational tone? Those I could understand and deal with.
" Games? These are no games. Someone could get seriously hurt and I'm making sure that it won't be me." I grinned maliciously at him, watching carefully for signs that he was reaching for his wand. As his hand moved downwards towards the folds of his robes, I took the chance to slam him bodily against the stone walls. Keeping firm grip on his wrists as I smirked into his wide eyes. I saw something akin to fear in them before the emotion was replaced by a much more familiar loathing and rage. I let him struggle against my grip a few moments longer, relishing the feel of domination over him. Intimidation had always been my forte. I had never got under his skin before but I wasn't suddenly going to analyse why I saw panic in Potter's eyes. I must have gotten a whole lot stronger during the summer because I didn't really have to use up much of my strength to hold him against the wall.
" Having 'fun' yet? Pot....." My breath was taken away as a hand grabbed the back of my robes and roughly flung me away from Potters slim frame. I fell hard on my side, sliding a little upon impact. "Professor?" My eyes widened at the sight of the raging Potions master looming large over me. His eyes flashed angrily.
"20 points from Slytherin. For initiating an unprovoked attack on another student. Mr. Malfoy, I am disappointed in you, I thought you would have more sense than to openly attack someone in the corridor. Come to my office at 7pm and we will discuss your detention." Snape's voice was smooth as silk but I could feel the undercurrent of threat. I shivered involuntarily.
"But sir! He star..."
Snape sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. " No buts Mr. Malfoy, unless you want your prefect's badge to be taken away from you. Permanently. Oh and give that back to Mr. Potter." His glare silenced any doubt I had that he would do just that if I didn't instantly obey. My mouth snapped shut. Reluctantly, I handed over the package, which was rather crumpled after the fall. What was Snape playing at? This was Potter we are talking about. Oh great, now my head of house was going to play favorites with Potter. I don't understand how Potter manages to win everyone over to his side. Stupid old Scarhead.
I pulled myself up with some semblance of dignity. Glaring at Creevey who I suddenly noticed cowering behind Snape. The little tell-tale. He would pay for this. I watched as Creevey, ever the opportunist, went up to Potter and began to help him up. Bet this was his field day, getting to feel up the Boy-who-Lived. I scowled. But my jaw dropped when Snape, of all people began to ask Potter if he was ok. Of course he was, we have been in worse fights the previous years. This was no big deal. Was that concern I was hearing in Snape's voice?
Before I had a chance to eavesdrop further on their conversation, they had entered the dining hall. I scowled and brushed off my robes, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles. It wouldn't do for a Malfoy to appear at dinner looking rumpled. I stopped. The fabric had stuck slightly to the palm of my hand. As I squinted in the flickering torch light I noticed that my hands were covered in something red. It had caked slightly as it dried around the edges. I gasped in horror. And ran to the nearest boys lavatory.
The water stained red as it flowed down into the sink. I stared at it in mornid fascination. I couldn't be caught with Potter's blood on my hands, literally. There are spells that are much more effective and untraceable if I ever wanted to get rid of him.
I couldn't help wondering. Why was Potter bleeding?
To my reviewers: BJ Jones, Jade Maxwell and NayNymic love you guys! Thanks for the reviews! Will try to update frequently but I have alot of work on my hands at the moment... argh.... Hmz I think the first chapter was abit 'detached'. Will try to please in the chapters to come. At the moment I've got some of idea of how the story's gonna proceed. But I would love to have suggestions and comments and stuff. I welcome criticism.... as long as its constructive. Would love to hear from you! Please Review. If only to drop a line.
I almost forgot, this is Slash.... boy/boy relationships so if this offends you I'm sorry go and find some 'safe' heterosexual relationship story and stop wasting your time here.
Anyways for this chapter I tried to change the tone as it's from a different person's point of view. It's a world of difference between a best friend of Harry's and his enemy's points of views. They'll definitely see things differently. Of course Draco will eventually be seeing Harry in a whole new light, but it won't be all of a sudden. So much for instant gratification. Patience darlings.
Chapter 2
There's something very wrong with Potter today.
I had 'accidentally' crashed into him on the way into the Great Hall. Without missing a beat, he mumbled a quick apology before stepping back, giving way to me. I blinked. Potter never backs down. I was just about to make a sarcastic comment about how he had finally learned his place with the house elves when that Creevey boy, who is always following Potter around, smashed right into his back. I swear I saw Potter flinch as a parchment paper wrapped bundle fell from his grasp. It bounced softly once on the ground before rolling to the wall next to my dragon hide clad foot.
He glanced warily at me before diving for the package. Unfortunately for him I grabbed it first. I smirked as I saw the poorly concealed anxiety on his face. His emotions have always been so readable. One of the many joys of annoying Potter was seeing his eyes flash and his cheeks flush with anger. It made him seem vulnerably human, not that ethereal being on the pedestal that everyone assumes he lives on.
" What's the matter Potter? Love letter from Granger? Some dirty secret of Dumbledore's Golden Boy?" Sneering as I held it just out of his reach.
" Harry, I'm so sorry..... " The Creevey boy was nearly groveling to him while shirking from my gaze. I rolled my eyes heavenwards. It made me sort of nauseous, trust Potter to inspire such mindless devotion. I mean just look at the size of his fanclub! Of course the 'oh-so-virtuous-and-pure' Potter was totally clueless to his actually having a following. My God if I had a group of lemmings like that I would be the new Dark Lord in no time.
" It's ok, Colin. Really. Malfoy, give it here. I don't want to play your games any longer." Potter looked.... resigned? That was a new 'Potter- emotion' that I had never seen directed at me before. Normally it was varying degrees of exasperation, irritation and anger. It confused me. I didn't like being caught off-guard. Where was the usual sarcasm? The confrontational tone? Those I could understand and deal with.
" Games? These are no games. Someone could get seriously hurt and I'm making sure that it won't be me." I grinned maliciously at him, watching carefully for signs that he was reaching for his wand. As his hand moved downwards towards the folds of his robes, I took the chance to slam him bodily against the stone walls. Keeping firm grip on his wrists as I smirked into his wide eyes. I saw something akin to fear in them before the emotion was replaced by a much more familiar loathing and rage. I let him struggle against my grip a few moments longer, relishing the feel of domination over him. Intimidation had always been my forte. I had never got under his skin before but I wasn't suddenly going to analyse why I saw panic in Potter's eyes. I must have gotten a whole lot stronger during the summer because I didn't really have to use up much of my strength to hold him against the wall.
" Having 'fun' yet? Pot....." My breath was taken away as a hand grabbed the back of my robes and roughly flung me away from Potters slim frame. I fell hard on my side, sliding a little upon impact. "Professor?" My eyes widened at the sight of the raging Potions master looming large over me. His eyes flashed angrily.
"20 points from Slytherin. For initiating an unprovoked attack on another student. Mr. Malfoy, I am disappointed in you, I thought you would have more sense than to openly attack someone in the corridor. Come to my office at 7pm and we will discuss your detention." Snape's voice was smooth as silk but I could feel the undercurrent of threat. I shivered involuntarily.
"But sir! He star..."
Snape sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. " No buts Mr. Malfoy, unless you want your prefect's badge to be taken away from you. Permanently. Oh and give that back to Mr. Potter." His glare silenced any doubt I had that he would do just that if I didn't instantly obey. My mouth snapped shut. Reluctantly, I handed over the package, which was rather crumpled after the fall. What was Snape playing at? This was Potter we are talking about. Oh great, now my head of house was going to play favorites with Potter. I don't understand how Potter manages to win everyone over to his side. Stupid old Scarhead.
I pulled myself up with some semblance of dignity. Glaring at Creevey who I suddenly noticed cowering behind Snape. The little tell-tale. He would pay for this. I watched as Creevey, ever the opportunist, went up to Potter and began to help him up. Bet this was his field day, getting to feel up the Boy-who-Lived. I scowled. But my jaw dropped when Snape, of all people began to ask Potter if he was ok. Of course he was, we have been in worse fights the previous years. This was no big deal. Was that concern I was hearing in Snape's voice?
Before I had a chance to eavesdrop further on their conversation, they had entered the dining hall. I scowled and brushed off my robes, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles. It wouldn't do for a Malfoy to appear at dinner looking rumpled. I stopped. The fabric had stuck slightly to the palm of my hand. As I squinted in the flickering torch light I noticed that my hands were covered in something red. It had caked slightly as it dried around the edges. I gasped in horror. And ran to the nearest boys lavatory.
The water stained red as it flowed down into the sink. I stared at it in mornid fascination. I couldn't be caught with Potter's blood on my hands, literally. There are spells that are much more effective and untraceable if I ever wanted to get rid of him.
I couldn't help wondering. Why was Potter bleeding?
To my reviewers: BJ Jones, Jade Maxwell and NayNymic love you guys! Thanks for the reviews! Will try to update frequently but I have alot of work on my hands at the moment... argh.... Hmz I think the first chapter was abit 'detached'. Will try to please in the chapters to come. At the moment I've got some of idea of how the story's gonna proceed. But I would love to have suggestions and comments and stuff. I welcome criticism.... as long as its constructive. Would love to hear from you! Please Review. If only to drop a line.