Discalimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the affiliates, nor am I getting paid for anything written here.
Author's note: For now this is just the begining of a story. I accept both Flames and reviews, critcism is a good thing.. I would also like to mention a few things such as: My typing isn't the best, I tend to typo because I type too fast, and on the worse side I don't have word, nor do I have an editor. So.. Enough with my typing skills. I also am not free to sit down and write most of the time. I do have a busy life with school and work. Now with that said, I will update when I can, if I deem that people are actually reading my fanfiction, after all if I have no readers, why should I update? If it was simply to write down words I don't need to, I can keep them in my head, I'm just selfish enough to want to share them with other people. This now concludes my rather long Author's note.
Summary: I have a basic outline of what I wish, if you do not agree with how I portray the characters then really that is your porblem, I know that in a way that contradicts what I said above as to accepting flames, however an opinion shouldn't be flamed and these are simply my opinions on the characters, I have mine, you have yours, they are like armpits, they both stink, I simply have better smelling deorderant. Now onto my summary, this will be a romance between a set of characters they are as follows HGxDM, PPxHP, RWxBZ.. There wilol be twists and turns, music, shared dorms between the heads, jealousy and such. That is all I can share for now.
Warnings: I know this is getting long but be patient. Blaise Zambini is a guy character.. Ron Weasley is a guy character.. Put the two together, ne? Yes, they are Gay here, get over it. there will be foul language, sexual situations, drama, darkness, apathy, and angst. For all those who like that there will also be small amounts of fluff, silly situtations, and cute catch phrases. Deal with it.
And now the story begins..
Malfoy Manor, 1998-
Blonde tendrals clouded his vision as he diupped his head to stare at the ledger book before him. The accounts were sorely lacking since his father's reign over the Manor. They were missing large amounts of money that had been used to fund the Death Eater's wishes and the very desires of their dark lord. Draco Malfoy looked up as he heard the door to the study open and close only to see a very beautiful middleages woman, atleast at one time she had been beautiful. Years married to Lucius had taken the spark from her eyes and now they held nothing, no emotion at all, the same eyes that now adorned himself. He felt a wave of hatred wash through his bones as he pushed away thoughts of the man he had once called a father, the same man who had escaped the wizard prison and never returned home. As time passed and Draco attended his sixth year at Hogwarts the manor fell completely under his control, the experience had sombered Draco greatly, no longer did he spend friviously like the prior Master. He bought only what they needed, today he had made a day to go to Diagon Alley, he needed school supplies for his upcomming year, his final year. Draco smiled kindly at his mother and awaited her to move farther into the room, with her staring at him form the other side of the desk he closed the ledger book and spoke to her, his voice soft, touching, he knew she was not as mentally sane as she should be, the ordeal with Lucius thorugh out hteir marriage had ruined her. She was now a meek mouse, when she had once been a roaring pureblooded witch, nonetheless he spoke to her, as a son should his mother.
"Good morning mother, Did you rest well?"
"Good morning, Draco. Is all well?" Narcissa moved towards her son, smoothing back a piece of loose hair, such beautiful blonde hair, but it was impossible to see who he received the colour from. She smiled down at him a motherly way when he simply nodded, she was glad that he was taking care of everything, what a sweet boy. He would always be here for her, she knew. She needed him, needed his strength. Her fingers smoothed the tenderal back within the mass of his hair "My son.. Master of the Manor, seventh year student, and Head Boy.. I'm so proud." Her mind was too fragmeneted to realize that such stress upon a boy could break him, she thought her sin invicible and agreed in anything he did.
However, Draco never mentioned his worries towards the fragile ghost of his mother, he let her live in her ignorance world of bliss. Soon he stood and joined his mother, it was then that they moved towards the fire, threw in a gust of floo powder, and decended upon Diagon Alley.
The Burrow, 1998-
It was finally their seventh year, or was soon to be. Harry and Ron had paused within their breakfast to argue over the lastest Quidditch match, it was silly relaly, afterall it was only a game! Ginny sat on the far edge of the table, dreaming about her recent beau. It seemed as if she were always dreaming of boys, and a different one every minute. She glanced down at her barely eaten plate and let out a sigh, only to be greeted with curious looks from her two best friends. Hermioen Granger let a large smile slide across her lips "Don't worry, guys, I'm just trying to figure out how I work around my Head duties to get all my homework done! It's sure going to be a hectic year, huh?" She had made Head girl, but she wasn't particularly worried over how to get her homework done, she had always managed before, what really bogged her mind down now what the fear of who the Head boy was. Neither Harry nor Ron had received the position, and she only hoped tthat it was a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff with the honor, and not a Slytherin. Especially not him. She stuffed a piece of egg into her mouth and began to chew, she wasn't hte least bit hungry but she needed to make them think everything was fine. She watched them nod in approvement and then they began spatting again.
Mrs. Weasley soon had us clear out plates and then ushered us towards the fireplace. It was our last year of Hogwarts, and so our last year to be buying our supplies for the school year at Diagon Alley. Hermione was saddened by this thought,a nd a bit worried. What would happen to their friendship once the year was over and they graduated.. And one though sturck that was worse then any before, what if the war struck during their time at Hogwarts..
AN: Short, but it's only a begining. I was going to have them meet at Daigon alley in this chapter, but I am not.. Because I'm starting to become ill again. Maybe next time..
