Secrets and Dirty Deeds… Redone!
By the Barefoot Pianist
Disclaimer: I'll say this once and ONCE only – I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters. I don't mess with God…. aka J.K. Rowling
A/N: Okay, this is NOT a Mary-Sue story. I'm trying my hardest to break away from the obvious romance fiction stereotypes. You can expect some surprising results!
If you R&R my story, then I guarantee that I'll R&R your story – whether it's Harry Potter or not!
Chapter One
"Aw fuck, that was a fucking good meal. I stuffed myself like a fucking Hippogriff," said Carmen after doing a fairly impressive belch. The people around her all laughed.
These people were Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Jade Wynter and Millicent Bullstrode. Carmen Davies was always the crude show girl; burping in front of large audiences, swearing the worst profanities (some, that people have to ask for their meaning in order to understand what she's saying), and always making sure that she would do the exact opposite of what etiquette required of her.
"You should really watch your amount of intake, you know Carmen," said Daphne, still laughing. Daphne was an Albino, pink eyes and all, and was also the stereotypical blond; putting hard work into her reflection in the mirror and less into her personality.
"Merlin, I couldn't give a flying fuck about my fucking 'intake'. Food is food and I don't intend on fucking starving myself just so that stupid Lombard, Nott, will notice me, Daphne." She flashed her eyes maliciously, though good-humouredly at Daphne while she fondly patted her stomach. A chorus of laughter rose again as Daphne turned a brilliant magenta and cursed under her breath.
"Don't take too much to heart of what Carmen says," Blaise took pity and directed to Daphne, while she retorted that she was fine. "By the way," he continued, "what does a Lombard mean?" Everyone seemed to have the same idea, and looked towards Carmen for an answer.
Carmen explained, slightly exasperated, "Do you bastards know anything? Lombard stands for 'Loads Of Money But A Right Dickhead'." She gave a small "tut" and the people around her gave a small chuckle – all except Crabbe and Goyle who gave their distinguished grunts of laughter, though undistinguishable from other emotions.
Malfoy spoke up, "Hah, that'd be right. Doesn't know who he is, just because he's in Seventh year…" Most people showed a sight of agreement, but Malfoy was oblivious to the fact that people agreed with him in any case, because he was Draco Malfoy, son of one of the most influential family in the Wizarding World. What Malfoy also failed to realise was that most of the people knew of the reason for Malfoy's bitterness towards Nott. Apart from the Malfoys, the Notts are the wealthiest wizarding family in England, and no Malfoy would be beaten from his goal. But that was not all, Malfoy and Nott had been good friends until last Christmas when…
"Yeah!" Pansy piped up. "Who does he think he is? Just because he's the heir to the wealthiest sum of money in England and…" she faded away as she realised what she had just said. She let out a quiet "Oops," and looked sideways at her blond boyfriend sitting beside her, quietly seething. "I'm so sorry, Draco! I didn't mean to say that, please forgive…"
"Forget it," he cut her off a little too sharply. He looked a little pale, but politely changed the subject. He didn't mind Pansy, although her mouth became a little too loose at times. For a long time now, he'd be told over and over that they would make a nice pair, or a smart match, so his father would often say. Bon ton, which meant 'well bred' in French, was what the Malfoys had always strived to achieve, and have done for a very long time. And Draco had no intention what so ever to break from that ancient line of wizards – pure blood wizards.
At that precise moment, the silver plates in front of them cleared of the food and the whole hall fell gradually silent to await Dumbledore's dismissal for the evening. He stood up quietly, patted his beard lightly and smiled, "I trust you have all been well watered and well fed. Now, back to your Houses! Chop, chop!"
A/N: Hope you liked… R&R please! I promise to R&R yours!