DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.

WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.


Thanks to the reviewers:

Lady Tears or Glue Project: Thank you, well it's hard not to be reminded of SetoJou. Two opposites meet. In both cases. Dark and Light, in both looks and personalities.

Hiccups: You've probably already noticed that I have taken your advice to continue. Thanks for the encouragement and yeah, Obsessive Draco always a good place to start, even when he's in denial.

Mentaru: I don't think I'll pair them up for a project in classes, too cliché, but thanks for the idea, anyway. No, it would be much to easy for them to talk together and I like a good challenge. Make them squirm.

ACC: Thank you for that notice. I complete overlooked it, seeing as I took an excerpt for the fic, until I could come up with something better. So thank you.

Pixiedora: I know what you mean, the story was clinging to my leg and simply would not let go until I continued, try going to work with a plot hanging from your leg, it's not fun I'll tell you.

Gwaeren: Uh, you're still alive aren't you? Hopefully, because I really don't want to have another person's blood on my hands, it's so sticky. Though very flattering. And thank you for the comment on my grammar, seeing as English is my second language I try to do my best with it.

Fantasy101: Okay, okay. I've updated, don't be mad

Ahja Reyn: Thank for the comment about the one-shot, though as you can see, it was continued.

And thank as well to Slash-Lover, akuweaselgirl, Addmoose2004, HPDM-Slash-Rocks, Burning Tree, Nieni Woodland

AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL OUT THERE!!!


Dragon Chronicles.

By Nuin

01. Observations.

I haven't really thought about it. But there is truth in Zabini's words or was it Parkinson's?

It was Parkinson, I'm sure of it.

Potter would look rather…less geeky if he decided to clean up.

Not that I have been looking.

It's just the small facts one gathers if one is currently in a headlock by said geek. Being so close to another person makes one aware of how that person looks. Especially when coming into contact with a fist.

Muggle fist fights, how low can one stoop?

Really.

I didn't know I had it in me.

Potter is another matter however, the half blood. With his dear Mudblood mother's genes, it's no wonder he would turn to such crude measures.

He should really get rid of the glasses though. Maybe I'll tell him. Throw in a nice, good insult as well. Can't have my observations ruin my reputation of being able to cast an odd number of insults in mere seconds, now can I?


"Oi, Dray. Are you coming or what? Snape is going to have our heads if we're late for Potions. He said that there would be quiz today."

"Shut, up Blaise. You know he wouldn't do that." Draco smirked at the brown haired Slytherin standing in the doorway to the seventh year boy's dormitory. "Face the facts, we're his favourites. Now if it were the sodding Gryffindors it would be another matter."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but what if the Saint Potter fanclub actually manages to be there before us? Imagine the looks on their faces, if we showed up late to our Head of House's class?"

Draco looked at the other incredulously. "Blaise, think about it. Breakfast is barely finished and we both know that Gryffindorks think with their stomach first. There is no way that they will be there on time." He picked up his books and made his way towards the door. "Even with the Mudblood hauling them down there, they would never be on time."

"Well, at least we don't have to put up with the Weasel anymore. That's a plus in my book."

"What about Potter? Don't you ever wonder how he actually managed to get into NEWT Potions after fifth year?" Draco asked. The two boys looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously answering that question.

"Dumbledore."

They both snorted in contempt and hurried out of the dorm room.


Draco sneered at the sight that greeted him.

Potter and Granger.

Waiting in front of the doors to the Potions classroom.

And they were early for class.

Oh, bugger.

Draco put on his best look of disdain along with a smug smirk as he slid up to them, followed closely by Blaise. He sneered when Potter and Granger noticed him.

"My, my early aren't you?"

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Potter snarled, anger evident in his eyes.

"Really, so angry so early in the morning." Draco said nonchalantly. "Though I can see why. With visages such as yours and the Mudblood's, I would be angry as well."

"Malfoy." Granger warned. "Don't be such a prat."

"I don't believe I asked of your opinion, Mudblood."

She flinched in hurt at the name, even though a day hardly went by without hearing it from him. Potter however was quick to counter.

"Well, we certainly didn't ask for yours."

"Touché, Potter, touché." Draco smirked again. He leaned forward and none to gently plucked Potter's glasses from the other boy's face.

"Hey! Give them back." Potter spluttered in anger, his eyes squinting to make out the people in front of him.

"Now, now. I just want to have a look." He said offhandedly, while twirling the spectacles in his hands, grimacing at the crude object. He then leaned his head forwards to inspect the black haired boy's face avoiding the emerald green eyes purposely. "Hmm." He said as he handed the stolen object back to its owner, who hastily took and put them on, glaring at the Draco all the while.

Draco just continued to smirk as he turned around to Blaise. "Parkinson was right." With that the two Slytherins walked towards the now opened door to the Potions classroom, leaving two very confused and angered Gryffindors in their wake.


He couldn't help but feel self satisfied with his work. He knew it was an old habit, but why mess with it, when it works? First having delivered a nice good insult, to both the Mudblood and Potter. Then make sure that his Head of House was able to take a many points away from the Gryffindors in Potions class as possible. And then finally 'accidentally' knock over Potter's cauldron and thus spilling the other boy's potion, thereby earning Potter a failed in today's quiz.

All in all no bad for a simple mornings work and it wasn't even past lunch yet.

He sauntered down the hallways, Blaise right beside him. They weren't talking, just gloating in the aftermath of the knowledge that they had done a good day's work in a morning. They turned around a corner, when Draco suddenly bumped into a warm solid mass and he stumbled forward, knocking down both himself and the other person onto the floor and into a mass of flailing limbs.

Draco slowly lifted his head from its spot of the floor and looked into startling green eyes.

For the second time that day, Draco swore under his breath.

Oh, bugger.

Of all the people to knock into, it had to be Potter.

Though he did look rather nice, when up close like this and definitely without those glasses. He leaned in for a better look, noticing the widening of green eyes, before he was forcefully yanked off the other boy.

This time he found himself staring into furious blue eyes. The grip on his shirt collar tightened, then suddenly he was thrown onto the hard, cold, stone floor looking up at the red haired male standing above him. Meanwhile Granger had helped Potter to stand up and she too was glaring at him. Though Potter was looking at him bewildered.

"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Weasley sneered at him.

Draco quickly gathered himself and got to his feet. He plastered a disdained smirk on his lips. "Just observing a herd of pitiful little Gryffindorks with no more grace than a flock of elephants."

"WATCH IT FERRET." Weasley yelled.

"Just as loud as elephants as well." Blaise commented holding his hands to his ears.

"You horrid-" Granger began.

"Oh, shut it Mudblood." Draco cut her off. "Blaise, I believe that we should take our leave, lest we actually catch something from being exposed to these do-gooders for too long."

Blaise snorted in amusement and together they went on their way. Just before Draco turned around a corner, he looked back to find both Granger and Weasley with their backs turned, ready to leave themselves, though Potter was staring at him, an unreadable expression on the other boy's face. Draco stared back. Their eyes locked for the second time that day and Draco felt a small spark in the back of his mind that he couldn't define at the sight of those eyes devoid of anger and contempt. Those were emotions he was used to seeing in the verdant irises.

Draco shrugged the feeling off and continued around the corner, he sped up his tempo a little to catch up with Blaise and together they headed of to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall for lunch.