Title: Beautiful Soul
Author: Me aka duckee duchess :D
Summary: The moment Hermionie Granger and Draco Malfoy step foot in Hogwarts as the new Head's, fights are fought, love is formed, wars are won and plans prevail. The "final" battle also takes place as the boy-who-lived verses the asshole. aka Voldemort :P Will love and light win or will the dark side conquer all?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters or scenery. I only own the plot however some lines and events are still owned by J.K Rowling and other fellow fanfic authors that I can't remember or friends. Also, this story is based on the song "Beautiful Soul" by Jesse Mcartney. Odd eh? That is all :D
Caution: Rated PG-13 for language and certain events.
Chapter Two: Pathetic
Oh Merlin, please help me! I'm being harassed by a slut! Thought Draco Malfoy pleadingly as the "Hogwarts Whore," Pansy Parkinson continued to slobber the blond with kisses.
"Pansy, get the fuck off of me!" Draco tried to hiss through their locked lips.
Pansy chose to ignore this comment as her lips moved down to his neck.
Help me! I don't want to die so young! Will this bitch ever stop??? ARGH! The distraught blond asked himself.
Pansy, not being a mind-reader, just continued to slobber any part of Draco's body not covered with clothes with her lips.
Guess not. Draco concluded, sighing.
Sure Draco didn't blame her for wanting to practically rape him –which woman wouldn't? He had the perfect body, wasn't going to deny that- but that thought was just disgusting and he had, had enough.
Trying his best not to punch the slut on his lap, he roughly took the blond –dumb blond- by the shoulders and hoisted her off of him and onto the floor.
"Well. Now that you are below me, I quit suggest you stay that way," snapped Draco, walking over Pansy as if she were gutter trash. (A/N Another saying from a fanfic author)
"But-" started Pansy, but she was silenced by Draco's dagger shooting death-glare.
"I swear Pansy, you can sometimes be as low as a mudblood," muttered Draco under his breath while walking across his vast large room.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" raged Pansy, obviously hearing the comment Draco had said moments ago while getting to her feet.
"Do I really have to repeat that you're a good-for-nothing, sluttish… moronish mudblood?"
"Well yes you – ARGH!" screamed Pansy making her way to Draco's retreating form.
"Hey! Don't you dare walk away from me Draco Malfoy!"
Draco just smirked, not bothering to listen to Pansy's order.
"DRACO MALFOY TURN AROUND THIS INSTANT!"
Draco just continued walking to his cream colored door, not bothering to pay attention to the balling form behind him.
"Drakie! You are my boyfriend and going-to-be fiancé! Don't walk away from me!" balled Pansy, crouching to the floor like some pathetic creature.
Just because I'm betrothed to you doesn't mean I'm going with it.. Draco thought, while exiting his room and venturing into the main hallway leading up to the front entrance.
As the cries of Pansy were growing distant each step Draco took away from his room, he couldn't help but notice that the hallway he was walking in had pathetic paintings – just like Pansy.
For instance one painting showed a man and woman fighting over something such as ketchup.
Draco looked at the painting with amusement as the figures continued shouting at each other.
"This is my ketchup!" raged the woman in a red skimpy dress.
"No it's mine!" contradicted the man, apparently a Malfoy due to his light blond hair sleeked back, and steal eyes.
"Pathetic," muttered Draco as he moved down the long hall, not wanting to waste his time on such useless paintings.
As Draco continued down the hallway, a CRACK was heard and a house elf appeared to Draco before his eyes.
"Young M-master Draco, Master Luscious sent me to tell you he would like you in his office immediately…" stuttered the elf, apparently terrified by Draco's lean form.
"Tell him I'll be there shortly…what was your name again?"
"Rogizy sir… R-rogizy," replied the house-elf.
"Well… Rogizy, Tell Master Lucious that I'll be with him shortly," and with that, Draco walked down the opposite side of the hall to his fathers office.
As he walked passed his room, he heard the faint sound of Pansy balling her eyes off.
Pathetic.
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A scream was heard in Lucious Malfoy's office as he continued inflicting the Crutacious curse on his wife.
"If you'd be more obedient to me dear you wouldn't be receiving this punishment," sneered Lucious, increasing the painful effect it had on its victim.
"Please! Please stop! I promise not to stray away! I wasn't straying away though! I just went to fetch-"
Narcissa was interrupted by the blow she had just received to the gut as Lucious kicked his wife in the ribs.
"Silence Narcissa. You know better than to go against me."
Narcissa just continued to whimper until a knock at the door was heard.
"Who is it?" asked Lucious arragonatly, not wanting to be disturbed from his current activity he was indulging himself in.
Hurting someone was just too much fun.
"It's me father," came the reply of Draco.
"Just a minute…"
Lucious picked up his frail wife and stuffed her in a human-sized drawer, in his desk.
"Don't make a sound, hear me? And if you even think of moving an inch or apparating, you know the consequences." Lucious hissed to his wife, not wanting Draco to know of her presence.
Narcissa nodded her head weakly before Lucious pushed the drawer in.
"You may come in now," he said, sitting in his leather recliner, before seeing the pale face of Draco.
"You wanted to see me father?" Draco said, taking a seat on a chair, opposite of where Lucious was sitting.
"Yes… indeed I did. Good news has befallen upon me son. But before that, I'd like to know why cries were heard up in your room. You haven't had a sex-changed have you?" asked Lucious, laughing at the mere idea cruelly.
Draco just clenched his fists angrily.
"No father… that wasn't me," the teen clenched his teeth "Pansy was being a bitch, so I showed her that it's a dangerous thing to piss me off."
Mild amusement was seen in Lucious's steel eyes before he narrowed them slowly, shuffling paper for no apparent reason.
"Language, Draco, language. However, as much as I am proud that you have… control, I must say this is no way to treat your future wife at such an early age. Later in life, it may become appropriate," he raised is voice as he said this "But we wouldn't want Miss.Parkinson running home to her father telling him of the things you've done maybe causing him to call of the betrothement would you?"
That would be a miracle. Draco thought smirking.
"Would you?" repeated Lucious, his face forming a scowl at the lack of attention his son was giving him.
"No, father. We wouldn't," replied Draco.
"To true."
A silence then fell on the two as pecking could be heard on a near-by window.
"I'll get that," said Lucious.
He walked swiftly to the window and unlatched it with a simple "Alohamora" before grabbing a letter from the silver owl that had just perched on the window sill.
"It seems to be for you Draco," Lucious said, his eyes somewhat lighting up in the dimness of the dark office.
Lucious carelessly through the letter toward Draco before shooing the owl off rudely.
Draco, having seeker reflexes, caught the letter and immediately started opening it.
As soon as the envelope was open, he reached inside to find a letter, apparently written by the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Dear Mr.Malfoy, it read.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been appointed Head-Boy for this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Along with the Head-Girl, you will share numerous Head responsibilities and a tower to yourselves instead of living in your regular house quarters.
Further information on Head business and the Head-Girl will be given to you on September Second on the Hogwarts Express were you are required to be for an important meeting along with the new prefects of Hogwarts.
Hope to see you September Second.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
"That school finally decided to make use of your intellect?" asked Lucious, breaking Draco's train of thought.
"Yes father. They have decided to make me Head-Boy."
"Good. Now that you have found that out, we shall discuss the matters of this plan the dark lord has in mind."
"Oh, great. Just what I needed," muttered Draco under his breath.
"Now, it has come to my attention that this year's Head-Girl is-"
Please don't be Granger!
"Hermionie Granger. Since she is very close with Potter, the dark lord-"
"WHAT??? HERMIONIE MUDBLOOD GRANGER IS THE HEAD-GIRL?!" outburst Draco, not wanting to believe his ears.
"You heard me. Now no interrupting. Anyways, since Granger is close with Potter you are requested to spy on her at ALL times and report any suspicious activity. Got it?"
"Yes father. Spy on Granger, tell you, then let the dark lord take over the whole world. I know, I know."
Pathetic Plan. As usual. Thought Draco.
"Good. Now leave. I have er… matters to attend to." Lucious concluded accidentally kneeing his drawer on his desk.
Draco just got up from his seat clutching the Hogwarts letters with him.
Oh, this year is going to be just PATHETIC.
However as much as the 17 year-old didn't pay attention to it, butterflies were starting to flutter in his chest.
Yeah… chapter two :D I hope you guyz liked this one also :D Next chapter, Draco and Hermionie will meet at Diagon alley… oh lala.. what will happen? Anyways, please R/R! My life depends on it! OK, well not my life but this story :P. Anyways hope you liked this chapter.