Miss Antisocial Butterfly

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Chapter Six

Draco Malfoy was tired of it. His father was a Death Eater, his mother was one too. If his older sister lived up until now, she probably would end up as one as well. He was tired of it. He didn't want to become a Death Eater, he didn't want to follow his family, he just didn't. Family traditions, family amendments, he didn't want it.

He was tired of being the bad guy, the bully, the stuck-up. He hated fighting with Harry Potter and his friends; he hated the whole House rivalry. He didn't know why, I mean heck, he just humiliated Potter in front of the whole Defense Against Dark Arts class the first day. He laughed his head off. He couldn't imagine being himself with Headless Nicks body, or maybe he could. He would probably have to tape his head to his body to keep it from falling.

It was strange. It was only a few days ago he used to love picking on the Potter gang. It was like a drug to him. It gave his a strong satisfactory whenever he bullied the Gryffindors. It might have given him a quick rush too.

He was a seventh year now. On the very first, he knew what he wanted. He wanted to humiliate Harry Potter, which he got to. He laughed, and surprisingly, so did Snape. Why was yesterday so fun? Why was today different? He used to know what he wanted, yet why now did he become confuse. Didn't he want to be a Death Eater? Didn't he want to so he could at least do something for his long gone sister? He didn't know what he wanted anymore?

Can people's views change through the night? Or was that only him? He didn't know. He doesn't know anymore. He just wanted his sister. If only she was still here to hold him and sing to him, tell him everything is alright, tell him what to do.

"What do I want?" Draco mused as he flew towards the fields. He had a little time; he might as well stop by 'that' place to think... Okay, it was seven fifty seven. He could make it in one minute, he had a short cut. He needed only a minute or two to think. A little down west the Quidditch field, there was a large tree. Normally nobody's there, especially now. It was his little 'special' place; it has been ever since two years ago.

The scene, the air, the aura, it just felt right to him. Why such a shabby old tree, because of his sister. When she was still alive and attended Hogwarts, that's where she used to go.

He flew at great speed towards it. As he came closer to it, he felt the breeze flicker his hair, the air against his high cheeks. His green Slytherins robe trashed furiously as the wind flew past it. He closed his eyes for a second, only for a second. Death Eaters, his sister, Harry Potter, Slytherin and Gryffindor, all of them disappeared, if only for a second.

Before he knew it, he was by that tree. He hovered for a second, if only to remember a long lost memory. With a slight pull, he and his broom stick flew up and past the many branches. He was around a fifty feet from the ground. He landed on an overly grown branch, breathing in a lung full of fresh air.

He smiled. Not a smirk, not a fake smile, not a lying smile. He just smiled... Until he felt something crawling on his arm. "Huh?"

He turned to look at his raised arm. A. Cat. Er .Pillar? (Caterpillar.) Draco looked at it, his whole body stiff. It looked at him as he looked at it. A moment of silence...

"Arghh!" He screeched as he swung his arm around violently. "Ah! Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off!"

Draco Malfoy was never good with bugs. It creep him out. It made his skin crawl. It also might have been because of his cousins, back in their childhood days. Argh! Just thinking about it makes Draco's skin pale. He, he didn't want to think about it again.

As he furiously tried to shake the bug off, which he did, he failed to notice a certain item nearing the very edge of the branch.

Draco's POV

I glared at the bug that I had somehow managed to fling off. It kept crawling its creepy crawl, and urgh! I shivered. Suddenly, I'm reminded of my first time over at my cousin's house. Josh, one of my long lost cousins or whatever, he was only three years older than me, meaning I was only five at the time. I came over to his house one day, I didn't want to go but my parents forced my too.

While my mom and dad talked with my aunt and uncle, mom said to go play with Josh and his friends. I didn't want to, but I went anyway...I shivered from the memory. Dammit, why did I have to remember it?

I sighed as I brushed my hair from my face. I closed my eyes for only a second. Crap, I only have around two minutes. Oh well, the teachers only Snape. I wonder how long he'll be teaching. I felt the wind tickle my face as a low breeze past me. I almost laughed.

I, I didn't know anything anymore. I sat down, pulling my legs towards me and wrapping my arms around them. I buried my head in my legs. At that exact moment, I felt a string pull my heart, as if it was telling me something. I couldn't understand what it meant...

"Emma..." I muttered. I sighed as I stood up.

Thunk!

Huh? I heard a very, very soft thud, as if something just fell. Oh well, whatever. I looked around for my broom, which was just by me. Ok, there's that, now my wand...?

I felt around my pocket and froze. I slipped my hand deeper down the pocket. Slowly, which my hope, I looked down... Crap..

I saw my hand. I saw my hand... What the hell? There was a hole in my pocket? I bit my tongue to prevent myself from screaming. Crap, where did it go? I've been flying around the school for a while, it could be anywhere!

Ok, I told myself. Calm down, calm down, calm down. Don't panic, it's got to be around here somewhere. First, I'll just get off the tree first, then I could look for it. I'm sure Snape will let me off the hook easily. Wait a minute, wasn't that my wand that just fell? Damn, I think I'm still half asleep. I feel like an idiot.

I grabbed Emily... Don't ask me, Blaise named it.

It was from my sixteenth birthday. Blaise decided to throw me a party, at an adult club of course. Yeah, I got to bang a couple of the girls, mostly the female strippers, but because of the drinks Blaise managed to make me drink, I screwed some of the male strippers as well. Don't get any wrong ideas, I was and always will be the 'man' of anything, whether it'd be a boy or a girl.

Emily was a custom built broom. She was the fastest stick I have ever ridden, and no, I meant broom as in flying and stuff, not the other one. Besides, they'd be riding me, not the other way around and it didn't matter if they were a girl or boy. Didn't I just say that?

I got on Emily and got ready to fly... I jumped in the air... Nothing... I tried again. Aha! I was up in the air. I knew I could do it, I always could. I smiled in victory for some reason, and my day was starting to look up suddenly... until Emily flipped over and dropped me on my ass.

"What the hell?" I stared at the broom. It was floating; it was freaking floating by itself. What the hell? It, it was like it had a mind of its own! Pissed, I reached out to grab it. Maybe it was defective.

I moved... Hey! I kept trying. Dammit, if this continues, I'm going to be late!

End of Draco's POV

Crap... Draco knew he was going to be in trouble. Ok, maybe not so much in trouble, he knew Snape liked him a bit. But still, crap man, why oh why was his day starting out crappy? First Blaise had a stupid first year lick his, Draco's, ear to wake him up at five in the morning, in which Draco placed Blaise in a headlock and cast some spell on him, then went back to sleep. After that, his will to bully Potter and the Gryffindors disappeared, and now he was stuck on a tree.

He growled, his lips forming in a scowl. His gritted his teeth ever so slightly, as he clenched his fist. "Crap. First my wand." He paused as he stared down below him where his wand was many of feet away and continued. (He finally realized that it was his wand that fell.) "Now this stupid broom." He frowned at the broom in his hand. He had a strange urge to bite it, but he'd just look stupid then.

He's been here for twenty five minutes already! Snape's probably-wait a minute. Didn't Blaise mention something about the new teacher? Hmm, he did hit Blaise earlier in the morning, so that boy must've done something stupid. What did he say?

Old? Probably. From Indiana, no. The States? Don't think so. It, oh, the east. It must've been somewhere from the East. Maybe China, or Vietnam. Crap, he doesn't remember. Well whatever.

He was bored and had nothing to do. All he could do was wait for help unless he could figure out a way to get off himself.

He laid down on the branch. Today was a nice day; it was warm and sunny now. You could see a cloud or two. Hey, haha, that cloud looks like a frog. Look, you could see its eyes and, oh hey! It looks like its webbed foot was moving... 'I'm screwed.' Draco sighed.

"Ah...I feel like an idiot..." The young Slytherin Sex God placed a hand over his eyes. He frowned, his eyes shut tight.

Bu-bump! Bu-bump!

His eyes snapped opened as he quickly sat up. He gulped, a small bump travel down his throat, bobbing his Adams apple up and down. A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead, coming from nowhere. His breath hitched if only for a moment before everything reverted back to place. "What the hell?"

He just felt as though he just ran a marathon, or like when a horrible creature with a killing aura was around; like when he was around Lord Voldemort.

He froze, that feeling getting to him; good thing Potter and his friends weren't around.

The last thing Draco could remember before blacking out was a black boot, probably steel-toed, no it was definitely steel-toed.

It was only Kanda's first day (officially) of school. Why the hell was he having such crappy luck? First he missed his breakfast, chased by dogs and you know the rest. Now this? By this, he meant the currently unconscious blonde boy he was currently slapping it, trying to wake him up.

"Aw, fuck! Wake up Barbie! Shit, just fucking great!" Kanda hissed, biting his tongue to prevent his ears coming out. "Fuck... Ok, first, calm down, calm down." He pulled the boy up, in a sitting position.

"God dammit, now I'm late and stuck with this fucking kid." He sighed in annoyance. The Barbie like kid moaned in pain. Hey, Kanda actually woke him up- or not. The boy fell down in a heap, straight into Kanda's arms.

Kanda itched to push the boy off of him and off of the tree. Maybe he'll wake up by then. He resisted the urge to pull out Mugen as the boy suddenly wrapped his muscular arms around the Japanese Exorcist. Mother fucker, can this day get any shittier?

"What the hell do I do know?" He asked himself.

"Mmm...Em...On't...O..." The boy muttered in his sleep. Kanda finally had a good look at the boy. His eyes were tightly shut, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His face was contorted in a pain look.

Kanda growled as he watched the boy. The boys wrapped arms grew tighter, pulling Kanda closer. His mouth twitched in annoyance, gripping the head bad that was threating to fall off. Man, he almost made it a morning without getting to pissed off, and now it was ruined. It was all this boys fault.

Kanda's other pair of ears twitched, just as his long tail did. 'Dammit...' This boy just made his 'Hate List', though Moyashi and the Annoying Rabbit were still and always be first. (Kumoi was rising his ranks, he is currently number two.) "Don't push him off, don't push the fucking idiot off the tree." He muttered to himself. If he weren't currently holding the boy, he might have hit himself for his arm was about to move by itself.

He poked the boy's face, out for his own amusement.

"Mmm..."

Kanda almost dropped the boy. 'What the hell!' Boy or girl, if it was anybody else than Kanda, they probably would have been 'turned one' by the very sensual sound the boy emitted. Kanda was so caught out of guard, he almost, almost blushed.

Kanda felt like punching the boy. He didn't know why, he just felt like it.

"Mrow...Rowww!"

Aww crap! Kanda inwardly cussed; the fucking dogs were still on his tail, no pun intended.

He pushed both himself, and to his dismay, the unconscious boy against the tree, hiding in the dark shadow.

He pressed himself against the boy, their body's touching in the intimate places, not that Kanda noticed. His left arm trapped the boy between him and the tree while his right arm covered the blonde boy's mouth. To keep the sleeping boy up, he placed his right leg in between the others leg. Their chest touched, Kanda still not noticing the intimate position they had.

He held his breath, seriously not wanting to draw the three large, female, dog's attention. It was only a few seconds, yet to Kanda, it felt like forever. In matter of minutes, he could barely feel the dog's presences.

Too busy in relief, Kanda failed to notice the boy in front of him. His long lashes fluttered as his bluish silver eyes blinked.

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