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Draco's still Jake

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Cause and Effects Draco's dilemma

Nick Mason's House, Few Hours Later

Ever since the big bust of 2004, rich, spoiled Sugar Landers changed their party spot every month or so, due to the cops' unpredictability. But, many were beginning to call the Mason Mansion their new party headquarters because somehow, cops always ignored it.

What everyone didn't know, was that around the time Nick's house was chosen for the hard-core under-age drinkers, Jake M. Alexander had joined the party scene, followed by his friend Josh McFarley. Jake had enchanted Nick's house, so that no figure of authority would be able to go with in 30 yards of the house.

"So I can expect some generous contribution from you for homecoming?" a girl, putting her jacket back on, said as she walked out of the guest bedroom with none other than Jake Alexander.

"Very generous contributions, Angela" Jake smiled.

What the hell am I doing?

Jake was a party animal; it was in his blood. Though he greatly desired Hermione, he couldn't stop himself from falling to the temptations of the partying rich.

He had made an excuse for today's action. He wanted Hermione to experience a memorable homecoming, which meant he would have to contribute a great deal for the school event. But he had too much pride to simply help in the name of school spirit. He had never attended the high school to start out with. So, he exchanged a generous donation for sex. It was extremely dishonorable of Draco, even in a former-death eater's standards.

His conscience kicking in, Draco took a bottle of vodka and wondered into to a dark, unnecessarily large bathroom to reflect over his mortal sins.

Silencing my conscience through consuming alcohol... how hypocritical of me... but at least homecoming will be great.

A bottle of Jack Daniels rolled next to Draco's feet; Draco turned on the light switch.

"Josh?" Draco was surprised. He had never seen Josh drinking before.

Josh didn't notice though, he was too drunk to notice anything. He was in his little own world now.

"She doesn't like me" Josh muttered to himself. "Why do I even bother?"

Well, I really screwed up their relationship didn't I...?

"I wish Jake wasn't a complete idiot," Josh continued. "I wish he could see what the hell is going on.

"Why is he my best friend to start out with? He needs to get a God damned heart.

"Why did he take Katy from me?" Josh was now tearing up. "That son of a mother effing btch!" Josh threw an empty bottle at the bathroom wall, shattering it close to Draco, who didn't flinch.

Draco sighed. Taking his wand out, he walked toward the drunk and tearful Josh and leaned over him.

"Josh," Draco began. "I'm sorry for everything. I should have been a better friend to you after all that you've done for me. Katy loves you, Josh, not me. No one's going to take her away from you. Take your shot; she's open. Oh, and don't you ever drink again; you don't wanna end up like me."

With that, Draco waved his wand at Josh. Few sparks sprinkled over Josh's body as Josh fell into a deep slumber.

That should keep him from having a hangover.

Throwing his unfinished vodka bottle into the trash, Draco flicked off the light switch and walked out of the bathroom.

I quit drinking.

Everyone was partying downstairs now. Draco heard music and excited screaming. Nick was probably doing something crazy again. Draco wondered into another empty room and looked out of the window, staring at the driveway.

Jake was knocked down by a splitting headache.

"YOU ARE GOING TO KILL EVERYONE HERE, DRACO!" a screeching voice was heard from inside Draco's head.

"ARRGGH!" Draco rolled around on the floor in pain.

"YOU ARE GOING TO KILL THAT MUD-BLOOD GRANGER," the voice continued. "YOU ARE GOING TO SERVE THE DARK LORD VOLDEMORT."

Who are you?

"WHO AM I?" the voice read his mind. "I AM YOU, DRACO. I'M THE VOICE INSIDE YOU. I AM THE PURE BLOOD, THE TRUE WIZARD IN YOU. YOU WOULD BE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SCUM WITHOUT ME."

Get out of my head!

"GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD?" the voice intensified the pain in Draco's head. "I SHALL NOT TOLERATE YOUR INSOLENCE. DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME. YOU ARE GOING TO FOLLOW YOUR DESTINY. YOU ARE GOING TO DO YOUR JOB."

No! I'm not a death-eater! I don't want to serve the Dark Lord!

"I SHALL KILL YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"

Draco passed out in pain.

Draco woke up with a terrible headach.

Bloody hell; was I having a nightmare?

Draco got up and looked at his watch; only twenty minutes had passed since he left the bathroom. Draco looked out the window.

He saw flashes. A police car stopped in front of Nick's house. The cops were about to bust Nick's party.

Oh, bloody bugger... my enchantment somehow wore off...

"Jake!" someone yelled at him from the hall. "We gotta get out of here!"

"Just go!" Draco, disguised as Jake turned around. "I gotta go take care of Josh!"

"Josh's knocked out?" the guy was bewildered. "He's never drunk!"

"Well," Jake continued. "He is now! Just go!"

The person ran off.

Memorizing the cops' positions, Draco opened the window and jumped out right onto the path of the cops. In middle of the jump, he waved his wand so that all the street lamps were turned off; the street became pitch black.

Landing on the ground, Draco immediately launched a handful of Stupefy at the pre-determined positions of the cops, causing them to freeze. He then followed this with a memory charm and a memory modification charm for each of the policemen. Finally, he re-enchanted the Mason mansion, Nick's house.

Putting back his wand, Draco noticed that the street lamps were coming back on. The freezing curse had also worn off.

"Uhh, hi," Nick nervously walked out of his house, trying to figure out how to deal with the cops. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, hello," one cop, whom Draco assumed to be the one in charge, stupidly replied. "I don't know, actually. As a matter of fact, I don't really remember why we're here in the first place. But I can tell you that this place looks clean and perfect."

"Thank you, sir" Nick smiled. Draco stood there, silently.

Soon the cops drove off.

"What a dumb-ass" Nick laughed.

CIA Headquarters, Magical Technology Division

"Sir?" a low-ranked agent called for his boss. "There have been some strange magical activities in a place called Sugar land, Texas."

"Misuse of magical technology?" Agent Michaels asked.

"No, sir" the low-ranked agent, Agent Thomas, replied. "It's pure magic."

"I thought no wizards lived in that area?" Agent Michaels inquired.

"The last time I checked," Agent Thomas answered. "There were no wizards living in that area, sir."

What the hell is going on?

"Shall we contact the FBI, sir? Agent Thomas asked.

"No," Agent Michaels quickly answered. "The FBI magical investigation division is just a bunch of pussies. We'll take care this on our own."

"Shall we send a few agents, sir?" Agent Thomas inquired.

"Not for now." Agent Michaels sighed. "Just keep a close watch on that town. And figure out who's responsible for using magic."

"Yes, sir!"

As Agent Michaels walked out of the room, he wondered.

There hasn't been any powerful pure magic used in that area since... that incident...

I'll go more in depth with some of the stuff above later, at a better timing.