This is going to be the only disclaimer in my whole story cuz I'm too damn
lazy, so all you lawyers listen up good: this isn't my story, i own maybe
one character, that i'm really starting to believe has a mind of her own,
and the plot, so you can't sue me cuz I say this mosta this stuff isn't
mine. And if you did, the most you would get not worth sueing me for.
Without further ado, I present to you...
That's Where You Take Me
Chapter 1: In the Dark of the Night
"Damn the whole world!" Draco Malfoy thought venomously. Draco went to Hogwarts, the school for young wizards and witches, where he was now. He thought himself to be the best looking and smartest boy here. He was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he was the Head Boy. At the moment, however, the only thing on Draco's mind was his anger. Too many things had been recently disrupting his life. The beginning of his seventh and final year of school, Draco thought there was no hope or future for himself. Just this past summer, Draco's father Lucius, already an abusing man, beat him more harshly than ever, before he walked out on Draco and his mother, leaving them totally alone, to follow the Dark Lord Voldemort. It had happened because Draco told Lucius he would not follow in his father's footsteps and become a Death Eater. Of course he hated Mudbloods and Muggles; he enjoyed it greatly when the Death Eaters attacked them, like at the Quidditch World Cup two years ago. And Draco couldn't give a damn less for them; but he certainly wasn't going to risk his own life to kill them, or to save them, either. Draco's thinking instinctively worked that way-- what can I get from this, will it jeopardize my safety? Draco's father was so outraged and ashamed, he used the Cruciatus curse, a curse he had never before used on his son, and left immediately. Draco hadn't heard from his father since then, and was glad of it.
He was out on the school grounds, even though it was well past midnight. Draco had often walked alone in the dark of the night...he always walked alone. He sat down beside the lake, its black water reflecting his handsome but sullen face. Silvery gray eyes, pale blonde hair, long and fine. Draco's coloring was very pale. He was very paranoid, and didn't trust many people, and through he was very skilled in hiding emotions. Draco had gone through a lot of girls, but he'd also been going through a phase of fearing loneliness. Now solitude was what Draco wanted, although he couldn't seem to break the pattern he and Pansy Parkinson kept circling in, going on and off with their relationship, which was on as of now. Draco didn't know why he was wasting time with her, probably because there was nothing better to do, and there wasn't anyone else to be with. He just didn't feel it necessary to actually tell Pansy he didn't want to be with her now, or ever again. It would happen soon enough, and next time would never happen again. "Of course, I believe I've said that before," Draco thought gloomily. His father approved of Draco's relationship with Pansy, which was incredible; he rarely approved of anything Draco did or had. It was probably only because she was a pureblood though; if not for that, Draco was sure his father would have seen Pansy for the trash she was.
"When I'm out of school, everything will change. I can start over again. I can be Draco Malfoy, not Lucius Malfoy's son," Draco thought calmly. He had no plans to make something of himself, though, other than become a seeker for one of the British Quidditch teams. Flying was one of the only things Draco enjoyed. When he was in the air, he was a new person, faster than anything, above everything. At night was Draco's favorite time to fly, with the stars above him like a blanket. He wished he had brought his broom with him tonight. It was a Firebolt he got in his fourth year. Draco had no idea why he was at the lake. He hated water, he only tolerated drinking it in a glass. Draco looked around at the other side of the lake. There was a small soft-looking pile of what he wasn't quite sure. He got up and walked over to examine it. It was a pile of clothes, girl clothes. There were school robes, a small shirt, jeans, sneakers, and--
"A thong? Hm, how cute," Draco snickered to himself, mildly interested.
"Er...mind giving that back?" questioned a voice, girlish and sounding like she was about to laugh. Her hair was long and brown, floating in the water around her from what he could see. Draco smirked, and threw it back on the pile of clothes, which was now out of the girl's reach.
"Well, well, well. Why don't you come out and get it?" he suggested smugly. Draco knew this could go a few ways. At one end of the spectrum, the girl could get very offended and turn her wand on him; but on the other hand, he might wind up cheating on Pansy and have a one-night stand. He honestly didn't care which way it went. He was quicker than many with his wand, something his wonderful father had taught him. And if he cheated on Pansy and Pansy found out, he wouldn't feel guilty (mainly because he didn't know how to feel many emotions and guilt was among the many) but relief from the perpetual marital status; the relationship was purely physical on his part. This girl was easily much better looking as well. The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"All right then." Draco raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected her to say okay, but he wasn't complaining. She was wearing her bra, but oh well. That could come off quickly if he played his cards right. He didn't recognize this girl at all, but the necklace she wore...a silver locket, and an emerald stone in the middle. That seemed familiar. But she didn't. Draco was wondering if she was new, when he realized she was still staring up at him from the water.
"Well?" he said impatiently. He had better things to do than wait around for this girl, who wasn't even a Slytherin. She looked as though she was about to hop out onto the banks, but instead she pulled him in with her. Draco clenched his jaw to keep from screaming, although the fear was turning his blood ice-cold. He thrashed about and finally hit the surface. The girl was sitting on the bank, fully dressed, giving him a smirk.
"What were you thinking?!" Draco said angrily. "I might have drowned!" The smirk disappeared from the girl's face as a look of hurt crossed it for a second.
"Can't you swim?" she asked curiously. Her clothes were sticking to her, her robe was still on the ground; and Draco couldn't help but think she had a great body as well.
"Yes. But it's nearly October, and it's chilly anyway," Draco answered , irritated. He hurriedly climbed out and sat beside her, glaring down at the water as though it was the water's fault. He felt something being thrown over him. Draco looked, and there was a fluffy towel around his shoulders.
"You're going to catch a cold," the girl said sweetly, standing up. She draped on her robes and pulled her wand out from a pocket inside, and pointed the wand at herself. "Evaporo," she said, and she was totally dry, the long, wet hair springing into slightly shorter but dry curls, and then turned the wand on Draco. He jabbed into his robes and brandished his wand, but she only repeated the charm. As he lowered his wand, he noticed the look she gave him not one that wasn't a sneer, but a look rather of sympathy.
"I'm sorry," she said sadly. Draco wasn't sure what she meant. Her spell had worked, he was completely dry. Draco hated it when people didn't explain what they meant by the things they said or did. There always had to be a reason for anything. One of the few useful things his father taught him.
"Why?" he demanded to know harshly.
"You haven't any trust," she said simply.
"No bloody joke! I just met you and you nearly tried to drown me!" Draco exploded, his temper getting the better of him. The girl gave him a little smile.
"But you had my underwear," she explained, as though that was a perfectly legitimate reason. The two just stared at each other, her stare thoughtful, his unsure confused uncertainty. Draco found his tongue quickly, and turned away, his arms crossed.
"You don't even know me. You should get to know someone before you psychoanalyze them. And I don't need your towel," he finished stonily. But as he turned back to face her, whipping the towel off himself to hand it back to her, the girl was already a good distance away. She glanced back.
"Goodbye Draco, see you around then," she called back, as if they were old friends.
"Hey...HEY! Come back here, girl! How do you know my name?" Draco commanded her to tell. He hated to have people who knew his name when he didn't know theirs. He started to chase after her, still carrying the towel, and was gaining on her when they were half-way to the school. Draco heard a movement beside him, and glanced over, seeing nothing. When he looked back to see where the girl had went, she had disappeared. Draco was shocked; how could she have reached the rest of the way back to school in a split second? He shook his head. That girl was nutters, anyway. He huffed irritatedly, walking the rest of the way. Draco was slightly miffed with the way his walk had went. His dried hair, which without gel wouldn't slick down as usual, was now curled around his face at the end, and not so flat and thin looking. He hated his hair wavy like this! That girl was causing problems with him, and he didn't even know her name yet. He took a closer look at the towel around his shoulders, and groaned.
"Well that explains it. A Gryffindor!" he muttered, seeing the scarlet and gold crest in the corner. Now he was thoroughly disgusted with this walk.
That's Where You Take Me
Chapter 1: In the Dark of the Night
"Damn the whole world!" Draco Malfoy thought venomously. Draco went to Hogwarts, the school for young wizards and witches, where he was now. He thought himself to be the best looking and smartest boy here. He was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he was the Head Boy. At the moment, however, the only thing on Draco's mind was his anger. Too many things had been recently disrupting his life. The beginning of his seventh and final year of school, Draco thought there was no hope or future for himself. Just this past summer, Draco's father Lucius, already an abusing man, beat him more harshly than ever, before he walked out on Draco and his mother, leaving them totally alone, to follow the Dark Lord Voldemort. It had happened because Draco told Lucius he would not follow in his father's footsteps and become a Death Eater. Of course he hated Mudbloods and Muggles; he enjoyed it greatly when the Death Eaters attacked them, like at the Quidditch World Cup two years ago. And Draco couldn't give a damn less for them; but he certainly wasn't going to risk his own life to kill them, or to save them, either. Draco's thinking instinctively worked that way-- what can I get from this, will it jeopardize my safety? Draco's father was so outraged and ashamed, he used the Cruciatus curse, a curse he had never before used on his son, and left immediately. Draco hadn't heard from his father since then, and was glad of it.
He was out on the school grounds, even though it was well past midnight. Draco had often walked alone in the dark of the night...he always walked alone. He sat down beside the lake, its black water reflecting his handsome but sullen face. Silvery gray eyes, pale blonde hair, long and fine. Draco's coloring was very pale. He was very paranoid, and didn't trust many people, and through he was very skilled in hiding emotions. Draco had gone through a lot of girls, but he'd also been going through a phase of fearing loneliness. Now solitude was what Draco wanted, although he couldn't seem to break the pattern he and Pansy Parkinson kept circling in, going on and off with their relationship, which was on as of now. Draco didn't know why he was wasting time with her, probably because there was nothing better to do, and there wasn't anyone else to be with. He just didn't feel it necessary to actually tell Pansy he didn't want to be with her now, or ever again. It would happen soon enough, and next time would never happen again. "Of course, I believe I've said that before," Draco thought gloomily. His father approved of Draco's relationship with Pansy, which was incredible; he rarely approved of anything Draco did or had. It was probably only because she was a pureblood though; if not for that, Draco was sure his father would have seen Pansy for the trash she was.
"When I'm out of school, everything will change. I can start over again. I can be Draco Malfoy, not Lucius Malfoy's son," Draco thought calmly. He had no plans to make something of himself, though, other than become a seeker for one of the British Quidditch teams. Flying was one of the only things Draco enjoyed. When he was in the air, he was a new person, faster than anything, above everything. At night was Draco's favorite time to fly, with the stars above him like a blanket. He wished he had brought his broom with him tonight. It was a Firebolt he got in his fourth year. Draco had no idea why he was at the lake. He hated water, he only tolerated drinking it in a glass. Draco looked around at the other side of the lake. There was a small soft-looking pile of what he wasn't quite sure. He got up and walked over to examine it. It was a pile of clothes, girl clothes. There were school robes, a small shirt, jeans, sneakers, and--
"A thong? Hm, how cute," Draco snickered to himself, mildly interested.
"Er...mind giving that back?" questioned a voice, girlish and sounding like she was about to laugh. Her hair was long and brown, floating in the water around her from what he could see. Draco smirked, and threw it back on the pile of clothes, which was now out of the girl's reach.
"Well, well, well. Why don't you come out and get it?" he suggested smugly. Draco knew this could go a few ways. At one end of the spectrum, the girl could get very offended and turn her wand on him; but on the other hand, he might wind up cheating on Pansy and have a one-night stand. He honestly didn't care which way it went. He was quicker than many with his wand, something his wonderful father had taught him. And if he cheated on Pansy and Pansy found out, he wouldn't feel guilty (mainly because he didn't know how to feel many emotions and guilt was among the many) but relief from the perpetual marital status; the relationship was purely physical on his part. This girl was easily much better looking as well. The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"All right then." Draco raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected her to say okay, but he wasn't complaining. She was wearing her bra, but oh well. That could come off quickly if he played his cards right. He didn't recognize this girl at all, but the necklace she wore...a silver locket, and an emerald stone in the middle. That seemed familiar. But she didn't. Draco was wondering if she was new, when he realized she was still staring up at him from the water.
"Well?" he said impatiently. He had better things to do than wait around for this girl, who wasn't even a Slytherin. She looked as though she was about to hop out onto the banks, but instead she pulled him in with her. Draco clenched his jaw to keep from screaming, although the fear was turning his blood ice-cold. He thrashed about and finally hit the surface. The girl was sitting on the bank, fully dressed, giving him a smirk.
"What were you thinking?!" Draco said angrily. "I might have drowned!" The smirk disappeared from the girl's face as a look of hurt crossed it for a second.
"Can't you swim?" she asked curiously. Her clothes were sticking to her, her robe was still on the ground; and Draco couldn't help but think she had a great body as well.
"Yes. But it's nearly October, and it's chilly anyway," Draco answered , irritated. He hurriedly climbed out and sat beside her, glaring down at the water as though it was the water's fault. He felt something being thrown over him. Draco looked, and there was a fluffy towel around his shoulders.
"You're going to catch a cold," the girl said sweetly, standing up. She draped on her robes and pulled her wand out from a pocket inside, and pointed the wand at herself. "Evaporo," she said, and she was totally dry, the long, wet hair springing into slightly shorter but dry curls, and then turned the wand on Draco. He jabbed into his robes and brandished his wand, but she only repeated the charm. As he lowered his wand, he noticed the look she gave him not one that wasn't a sneer, but a look rather of sympathy.
"I'm sorry," she said sadly. Draco wasn't sure what she meant. Her spell had worked, he was completely dry. Draco hated it when people didn't explain what they meant by the things they said or did. There always had to be a reason for anything. One of the few useful things his father taught him.
"Why?" he demanded to know harshly.
"You haven't any trust," she said simply.
"No bloody joke! I just met you and you nearly tried to drown me!" Draco exploded, his temper getting the better of him. The girl gave him a little smile.
"But you had my underwear," she explained, as though that was a perfectly legitimate reason. The two just stared at each other, her stare thoughtful, his unsure confused uncertainty. Draco found his tongue quickly, and turned away, his arms crossed.
"You don't even know me. You should get to know someone before you psychoanalyze them. And I don't need your towel," he finished stonily. But as he turned back to face her, whipping the towel off himself to hand it back to her, the girl was already a good distance away. She glanced back.
"Goodbye Draco, see you around then," she called back, as if they were old friends.
"Hey...HEY! Come back here, girl! How do you know my name?" Draco commanded her to tell. He hated to have people who knew his name when he didn't know theirs. He started to chase after her, still carrying the towel, and was gaining on her when they were half-way to the school. Draco heard a movement beside him, and glanced over, seeing nothing. When he looked back to see where the girl had went, she had disappeared. Draco was shocked; how could she have reached the rest of the way back to school in a split second? He shook his head. That girl was nutters, anyway. He huffed irritatedly, walking the rest of the way. Draco was slightly miffed with the way his walk had went. His dried hair, which without gel wouldn't slick down as usual, was now curled around his face at the end, and not so flat and thin looking. He hated his hair wavy like this! That girl was causing problems with him, and he didn't even know her name yet. He took a closer look at the towel around his shoulders, and groaned.
"Well that explains it. A Gryffindor!" he muttered, seeing the scarlet and gold crest in the corner. Now he was thoroughly disgusted with this walk.