Draco/Phil
The next morning, Draco woke up to see 5 men in his room. Each with a suitcase and fancy suits on. He sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. Angrily, he stared at the 5 of them and said,
"To what do I owe the honor of having you sneak into my PRIVATE chamber?" He tossed an empty liquor bottle at them and it smashed against his broken mirror. The men just stood there coolly. One cracked his neck and put his suitcase on the edge of Draco's bed. Draco watched very slowly as the man opened it and took a file out.
"Mr. Magus, there have been complaints." The man said irritated.
"Complaints?" Draco said dumbly.
"That is what I have just said, sir. What is this with the reports of homeless men ... disgusting creatures of the human race ... are sleeping around your hotel?"
"Which one?" Draco scoffed as he got up and poured himself some Scotch.
"Here in London, Magus Luxuries #345. First, why would you have it built on the far side of London where those filthy creatures live?" The man threw a folder of pictures. The pictures where of homeless men and women asking the rich for money, food and other things. Of them sleeping on the corners and in the back where the trash was. Some even getting into the hotel.
"I build where ever land is not being used. Why bother me with this? This does not concern me." Draco took a sip and threw the pictures at the man. He walked over to his balcony and calmly sat there with his drink.
"Does not concern you? This is your bloody hotel. I ..." The man simply sighed and packed up. These four men beside me represent some of the people staying at that hotel. They plan to sue, for a high amount, because of these flea bags. Being your lawyer I recommend you go over there and resolve this problem." Draco did not seem to care.
"If you don't, sir, you will have to pay." The man said this in a way that he knew that, that would make Draco realize the 'seriousness'' of this case. He turned to see the lawyers leaving. His lawyer had a smirk on his face as he left, but Draco called him back in.
"Very well, I will be there by 3 o'clock. Have a car ready for me in an hour." He dismissed him and took the company of his Scotch as he poured the remainder of it down his throat.
He took a quick shower and dressed up in a very fancy suit. He bushed his long hair and tied it in a pony tail like his father use to do with his hair. He played with the shattered pieces of glass until he pricked himself with a small piece. He put on his gloves, hat, scarf and jacket and was escorted to his car, where his lawyer sat in silence.
They drove for about an hour, stuck in brief traffic, or causing traffic for their own amusement. When they got there, Draco saw all the junkies and hobo's wandering around. There where fancy cars everywhere picking up the residents, and reporters clicking away with their cameras and the stayers saying how they feared that they would be attacked, and what not.
Draco shot out of his car and ran straight to the first camera man he saw.
"What are you fucking doing here?!" He roared and pushed the camera. The man didn't see it coming so he dropped it and he broke on the concrete.
"You are all fucking little pricks! Leave my costumers alone and get the fuck away from here. As for you dirty assholes!" He turned to the bums. He picked up the big pieces that broke off the camera and threw it at them. Hitting them off the head, the stomache, legs and arms. The old ones cried and fell to the floor crawling away. The people staying at the hotel ran to their cars and sped off. The reporters all left (still taking pictures, that is what they are payed for.)
"Magus is on a rampage!" One yelled clicking away. Across the street was another reporter doing a live report.
"Philip Magus has appeared at his lower city Hotel about 5 minutes ago. He as attacked a reporter and the homeless that have been living here for quite some time. He has scared away all his occupants in a fit of rage. If this is what he calls solving this hotels problem, then this is just going to end up in the media and in the courthouse. This is Nathaniel Bacherach, Channel 7 news at 3. Back to you in the studio."
Draco continued throwing things until he saw the man across the street. He picked up the remainder of the huge camera and threw it at him. The man moved just in time to avoid from hitting his head. But is got his lower back, causing serious damage.
Draco cackled madly in front of his hotel. His lawyer finally got to him and started yelling.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?! You little shit! Now look what you fucking did! Made this worse than they already fucking where, you asshole. I may be your lawyer, but I still have a say in your actions! Do you know what this will do to me you little faggot!" When Draco heared the word faggot he blew.
"I am not a faggot! And you have no say!" He punched his lawyer.
"Shit ..." He spat blodd out and stood looking at Draco, whom was shorter than he, he hovered over him and spat blood on him.
"You are a giant ass. I hope you fucking go to jail and die. No, I hope you get raped, THAN die. You deserve ALL the pain in the fucking world. You are the most pitiful, foul, disgusting, ne're-do-well, sneaky motherfucking gay bastard that I have ever come across. And I hope you BURN IN HELL FOR YOUR SINS!"
Draco, not taking anything seriously, in a state of well being, joked arouns and replied, "Whoa, hey there. Don't get all lawyer-rily on me." The lawyer just looked at him, got in Draco's car and drove away.
"Hey, what happened here?" Two men came out from the alleyway next to the hotel arm in arm.
"Hey, yer that Milip Phagus, guy .... person." One said drunkenly.
"Wow, you're SHORT in person." The other said. Police sirens started to fade in. Draco looked around kind of worried. His hotel was completely abandoned, employees and all.
"Heeeey, that sounds ::hiccup:: like the po-lice." One swung around the other laughing. "You're in trouble, Mr. Phagy. HAHAHAHA. His last name says .. it says ... Ron babe, FAG! HAHAHA!!" Yup, it was Ron and Harry. Harry not being able to hold liquor as well as Ron, was talking madly.
"Ha ha ha ha ... shh shh. He thinks you're CRAZY. Mr. Phagus ::scoff:: come come .. we help your Phagus ass out. HAHA!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Roooooon, that's funny." They began to walk away. Draco did not want to get in trouble so he followed them. Somewhat back to normal, somewhat with his mind else where. As they walked away Draco stepped on a peice of Newspaper. But not muggle newspaper, wizard newspaper, with the headline bold on the top:
DEATH EATERS RISE AGAIN: In Search of the Final Battle Six
Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom
The next morning, Draco woke up to see 5 men in his room. Each with a suitcase and fancy suits on. He sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. Angrily, he stared at the 5 of them and said,
"To what do I owe the honor of having you sneak into my PRIVATE chamber?" He tossed an empty liquor bottle at them and it smashed against his broken mirror. The men just stood there coolly. One cracked his neck and put his suitcase on the edge of Draco's bed. Draco watched very slowly as the man opened it and took a file out.
"Mr. Magus, there have been complaints." The man said irritated.
"Complaints?" Draco said dumbly.
"That is what I have just said, sir. What is this with the reports of homeless men ... disgusting creatures of the human race ... are sleeping around your hotel?"
"Which one?" Draco scoffed as he got up and poured himself some Scotch.
"Here in London, Magus Luxuries #345. First, why would you have it built on the far side of London where those filthy creatures live?" The man threw a folder of pictures. The pictures where of homeless men and women asking the rich for money, food and other things. Of them sleeping on the corners and in the back where the trash was. Some even getting into the hotel.
"I build where ever land is not being used. Why bother me with this? This does not concern me." Draco took a sip and threw the pictures at the man. He walked over to his balcony and calmly sat there with his drink.
"Does not concern you? This is your bloody hotel. I ..." The man simply sighed and packed up. These four men beside me represent some of the people staying at that hotel. They plan to sue, for a high amount, because of these flea bags. Being your lawyer I recommend you go over there and resolve this problem." Draco did not seem to care.
"If you don't, sir, you will have to pay." The man said this in a way that he knew that, that would make Draco realize the 'seriousness'' of this case. He turned to see the lawyers leaving. His lawyer had a smirk on his face as he left, but Draco called him back in.
"Very well, I will be there by 3 o'clock. Have a car ready for me in an hour." He dismissed him and took the company of his Scotch as he poured the remainder of it down his throat.
He took a quick shower and dressed up in a very fancy suit. He bushed his long hair and tied it in a pony tail like his father use to do with his hair. He played with the shattered pieces of glass until he pricked himself with a small piece. He put on his gloves, hat, scarf and jacket and was escorted to his car, where his lawyer sat in silence.
They drove for about an hour, stuck in brief traffic, or causing traffic for their own amusement. When they got there, Draco saw all the junkies and hobo's wandering around. There where fancy cars everywhere picking up the residents, and reporters clicking away with their cameras and the stayers saying how they feared that they would be attacked, and what not.
Draco shot out of his car and ran straight to the first camera man he saw.
"What are you fucking doing here?!" He roared and pushed the camera. The man didn't see it coming so he dropped it and he broke on the concrete.
"You are all fucking little pricks! Leave my costumers alone and get the fuck away from here. As for you dirty assholes!" He turned to the bums. He picked up the big pieces that broke off the camera and threw it at them. Hitting them off the head, the stomache, legs and arms. The old ones cried and fell to the floor crawling away. The people staying at the hotel ran to their cars and sped off. The reporters all left (still taking pictures, that is what they are payed for.)
"Magus is on a rampage!" One yelled clicking away. Across the street was another reporter doing a live report.
"Philip Magus has appeared at his lower city Hotel about 5 minutes ago. He as attacked a reporter and the homeless that have been living here for quite some time. He has scared away all his occupants in a fit of rage. If this is what he calls solving this hotels problem, then this is just going to end up in the media and in the courthouse. This is Nathaniel Bacherach, Channel 7 news at 3. Back to you in the studio."
Draco continued throwing things until he saw the man across the street. He picked up the remainder of the huge camera and threw it at him. The man moved just in time to avoid from hitting his head. But is got his lower back, causing serious damage.
Draco cackled madly in front of his hotel. His lawyer finally got to him and started yelling.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?! You little shit! Now look what you fucking did! Made this worse than they already fucking where, you asshole. I may be your lawyer, but I still have a say in your actions! Do you know what this will do to me you little faggot!" When Draco heared the word faggot he blew.
"I am not a faggot! And you have no say!" He punched his lawyer.
"Shit ..." He spat blodd out and stood looking at Draco, whom was shorter than he, he hovered over him and spat blood on him.
"You are a giant ass. I hope you fucking go to jail and die. No, I hope you get raped, THAN die. You deserve ALL the pain in the fucking world. You are the most pitiful, foul, disgusting, ne're-do-well, sneaky motherfucking gay bastard that I have ever come across. And I hope you BURN IN HELL FOR YOUR SINS!"
Draco, not taking anything seriously, in a state of well being, joked arouns and replied, "Whoa, hey there. Don't get all lawyer-rily on me." The lawyer just looked at him, got in Draco's car and drove away.
"Hey, what happened here?" Two men came out from the alleyway next to the hotel arm in arm.
"Hey, yer that Milip Phagus, guy .... person." One said drunkenly.
"Wow, you're SHORT in person." The other said. Police sirens started to fade in. Draco looked around kind of worried. His hotel was completely abandoned, employees and all.
"Heeeey, that sounds ::hiccup:: like the po-lice." One swung around the other laughing. "You're in trouble, Mr. Phagy. HAHAHAHA. His last name says .. it says ... Ron babe, FAG! HAHAHA!!" Yup, it was Ron and Harry. Harry not being able to hold liquor as well as Ron, was talking madly.
"Ha ha ha ha ... shh shh. He thinks you're CRAZY. Mr. Phagus ::scoff:: come come .. we help your Phagus ass out. HAHA!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Roooooon, that's funny." They began to walk away. Draco did not want to get in trouble so he followed them. Somewhat back to normal, somewhat with his mind else where. As they walked away Draco stepped on a peice of Newspaper. But not muggle newspaper, wizard newspaper, with the headline bold on the top:
DEATH EATERS RISE AGAIN: In Search of the Final Battle Six
Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom