Chapter 2 Octavian Lefron

Not everything was dark dungeons and cruciatus curses for Lefron, that was just a fringe benefit of high society; no most of his days were spent perfecting the act of perfection. He was Head Boy of the student body, the ideal son pictured often at his family's estate alongside his father, mother, and younger sister Jane, he kept a continuous eye on who was bribing who and for what, and was always there to shake hands with the latest genius who ascended from lowly birth, he was also polite and willing to give an occasional hand to the common people; "Yes," he thought to himself "I am everything they want me to be; everything that I want to be; I am the ideal, what other people want to be… I am theirperfection." He shook his head in disgust at the thought of everyone who wasn't him. Other people were dogs at the dinner table begging for scraps. Human kind disgusted him with their filth and greed, his own included. Of course that wouldn't deter him from smiling at the mags and handing a pittance to a group of miserly hags or orphaned brats, smiling his even smile while picturing the lot of them kneeling down at the chopping board.

He was always in foul mood whenever a semester started and this one was no different. It was one thing to play a part during the day, but when daytime acting had to bleed into his night time me time he could become excruciatingly frustrated and with no "pets" to play with. Often he would find himself contemplating a complete massacre. Sure he would end up chopped to bits and fed to flesh eating slugs, but that moment of shock on all of their faces, that one moment of bloody truth and beauty… it would almost be worth the ending. Almost. And of course there was the Brightside of the day, now that father had lived with Bellatrix over summer break he was no longer eager to throw the Blacks his son as a bone for their daughter to chew on. No, he definitely would not be marrying Bellatrix at the end of the year, thank Merlin for small mercies. Of course that also meant his mother was busy weighing the pros and cons of each family with a daughter within ten years of his age. He hoped she chose someone younger rather than older so she would be easier to control. He would hate to have to waste time putting his future wife in her place. He wanted someone who was already broken, intelligent enough to pretend to be broken, or young enough to not be thinking about the power attached to his name. He trusted his mother would take such things into consideration; he didn't have much to worry about. She was a real shark that woman, and he quite admired her.

He was walking down the aisle to the last compartment on the right, the compartment reserved for Head students and prefects. He would've had the names owled to him but found that it didn't really matter who they were. They were all just little pawns he would play with in his spare time when everything else got dull. Prefects were the types that would suck the cock off a rhino if it meant they would get recognition.

He got to the end of the train and opened the compartment door. He was early enough that only his fellow class Head was there. Gladiola Parkinson. Dear Merlin, what if his mother offered him up to one of those "delicate Parkinson flowers." He truly hoped not. If by some strange event it did happen he supposed he could always put a glamour over her in the sack and drown his real children in favor of adoption. He was surprised that the Parkinson's hadn't all met similar fates long before.

He smiled and nodded at the Parkinson bitch "Hello Parkinson, see you've managed to arrive quite early."

"Actually I was hoping to get you alone lefron. There was something I wanted to show you." Octavian wondered whether she was trying to look coy or if she was trying to contain gas that was near explosion point. He hoped it was the latter.

Take a deep breath and swallow…dear lord what is that? Is that supposed to be perfume? "What a lovely scent you'r wearing."

Gladiola smiled revealing teeth that resembled buttered popcorn. "Do you really like it? It was a birthday gift from an ex boyfriend. Wasn't that sweet of him? I'd tell you what it's called but it's foreign and I can't pronounce it."

"He must be very… fond of you to send you a gift like that." He internally sighed in exasperation, "I believe, however, that you had some business with me. It's getting close to departure time and if this is of a personal nature then you may want to tell me now, before the others arrive."

"Oh you" she said shoving his shoulder lightly. He had to curb the impulse to rip her arm out of socket. Instead he just removed her hand delicately and gave it back to her in one piece. He looked at her expectantly and without words.

She shivered like he had wanted to touch her clammy fat hand and took a step closer to him, rubbing her body down his front in a fluid motion that would have had him shoving his cock between her legs had she been any other girl. The thought of a naked Gladiola Parkinson, however, was something that had him internally running away, screaming and ripping his hair out.

Once again he contained his reaction to her body and gently pushed her away. She sprang back like a jack-in-the-box. "If you are that desperate for sexual contact, my dear Miss Parkinson, then I would gladly hand you over to Goyle. If not then I suggest you hand in your badge at the front gate and tell them you need to concentrate on your studies this year."

She looked shocked, hurt, and furious. It was bad enough seeing one expression on her face, but now she reminded him of a metamorphagi trying to pick a Halloween costume. She finally settled for the look of a malformed reptile waiting to do unmentionable things with its dried out tongue. He should probably settle this before she told her mother who in turn would tell his mother who would then tell his father what a rude boy he'd been. His father was definitely a scarier prospect then this chit. "Im terribly sorry, by the look on your face I assume you took me seriously. I assure I meant not a word." He wished he could tell her some other lie, like he had a chastity charm that could only be removed by his betrothed, or that he had a girlfriend, or better yet a boyfriend. Unfortunately he cared about his reputation, and didn't want it ruined by a mere Parkinson.

The look on her face now was saying he was a lying sod but that she would be willing to forgive him if he gave the right incentive. He quickly went through all the boys in their year and chose Aden Zabini as the handsomest of them, however, he also realized that he shouldn't offer a Zabini to a Parkinson. It wouldn't be proper. So instead he said the next best thing. "Regulus has a thing for you and as his friend I don't believe it would be right for me to start something with you."

She scrunched up her face to look even more hideous, "Regulus? But hes barely even said a word to me since second year!" Neither have I you dumb twit, he thought.

"That's only because he was too nervous. If you are willing I'll have a chat with him to sort the whole mess out."…."Are you willing?" Gladiola looked deep in thought for a moment, probably weighing the pros and cons of the ancient house of Black. He could practically hear her ticking off the family's likely income, adding up their properties, regulus' personal potential, and of course his looks. "Well…I suppose that would be alright…Regulus is quite handsome you know…and his mother is such a sweetheart!"

Yes, he had chosen wisely, she was already planning the engagement. Now all he had to do was to bribe Regulus into it, or threaten if it came down to it, and it probably would.