gothic.kisses
author's note: Harry Potter is described as an insufferable git. For all you Harry lovers out there, you have been warned.
Chapter One
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he advanced onto the next name.
"Harry James Potter."
Here he was, rampant on his road of mass destruction.
Draco Malfoy.
He smiled.
Rather ironic, he was the soon-to-be Dark Lord, while Harry James Potter, better known as the Boy-Who-Lived, had killed the previous Lord.
And now, he was here to take his life.
The thing was, where in the name of Merlin could he find the insufferable Auror?
Draco had his ways.
He summoned his Deatheaters, touching them by the Dark Mark Voldemort had left, coupled with a spell of his own to differentiate the loyal followers of his and those people just scared of him busting their brains out, thus submitting to him.
Two Deatheaters apparated in front of him, snuck a glance at Neville's dismembered body and turned back to him.
"Yes, my Lord?" One of them said, and pulled back the hood to show her identity.
"Great job, Master," the other said quietly, and knelt on one knee before Draco.
"Cyrus and Zen, I want to you track down a person. And his name is…Harry Potter."
A sinister grin formed on his lips.
Harry held Ginny's hand as he walked down the streets of London, and they were shopping for their wedding.
Ahhhh, yes. The look of pure bliss that radiated from them could only come from the fact they didn't know the dangers that held.
Ginny could only feel the presence of Harry, who loved her so much, mainly out of commitment.
Ginny had fought beside Harry in the battle against Voldemort, who blinded her permanently, as Harry watched helplessly.
It was the distraction that Voldemort had when he was playing the "I am such a fucking sadistic asshole" and watching Ginny writhe in pain, helplessly that gave Harry the opportunity to hit the morbid bastard with Avada Kedavra.
Harry and Ginny got together, because Harry felt that it was his fault that she got blind.
But, despite Ginny giving her heart and soul for him, that git didn't really love her.
Hermione.
That was the only girl in his heart, and damn, he could not forget her.
How could he? How could he after they had shagged each other senseless during their final years of Hogwarts as Head Boy and Head Girl?
But, FUCK. He has to be with lil' Virginia Weasley because she sacrificed her eyes to give him the chance to kill Voldemort, and if he left her – boy, will he seem like a bastard.
While Harry was caught up in his thoughts and Ginny smiling, a pair of blood red eyes was looking at them, following their every move.
When the couple walked into the boutique, they made an order and stated out their address for the wedding gown to be delivered to.
"13, The Pothole," the stalker repeated quietly, before disapparating to find their Master.
Watch out, Harry Potter.
Draco Malfoy's here…
To take you down.
Author's Note: blah, as you can see I really dislike Harry? Oh well. This is a rather…brief chapter, because I was reading a fic as I wrote this.
OMG, FIFTEEN PAGES she wrote on one chapter. I must hit that target!
452 reviews! That has got to be a dream.
Anyway, love you people for reviewing!
Next chapter will have Draco and Harry fighting – marvelous, I assure you.
That's it for now,
Ciaos (:
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