Author's Note: Here we are, chapter two! You know, it hasn't been very easy to rewrite this. Yes, I said rewrite. I've decided after reading all the chapters I had saved that I fail and am writing them again with the help of the ones I had so I know the storyline. There are a few new added things like Juliet and the basis of getting to Hogwarts. But otherwise it's been fairly the same. So enjoy, and please remember to review! I don't care if you want to say that you hate it and you hate me. At least I know what you guys are thinking!
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of this otherwise these two would have been snogging on day one.
Title: It's Magic, You Know~
Fandom: Harry Potter / Wizards Of Waverly Place
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Justin Russo; Harry Potter/Alex Russo, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Rating: T for now, rating might go up.
Warnings: Contains slash, AU, swearing, and incredibly sexy use of Draco X3
Summary: Oh-oh-oh, it's magic you know~ The Russo kids get sent to Hogwarts only to find themselves in an incredible world that they might not want to leave.
Chapter 2: Scene Change
::Draco's PoV::
My mother's words echoed in my head as I watched one of the new arrivals. This year will be different for you, my son. This year will come into my inheritance. I hadn't known what she'd meant until now. I'd known about her Veela heritage, but I knew there was really no way for me to be a veela, since I was a pureblood. Being half anything would have sullied that name. But when he'd even come onto the grounds, I'd known of his presence. Immediately, I knew what had happened. Being so depressed all summer didn't seem like anything to what I'd felt then. The Dark Mark on my arm burned as a feeling of light filled my body. For now, it was just ink. It had yet to be charmed for summons and as I felt the presence of the other, I wasn't sure I wanted it. Whoever it was screwed with my head, making almost regret anything I'd ever done wrong. I said almost, not actually.
"So Alex, your brother…?" I stalled for his name, hoping to hear it come from the fifteen year old girl next to me. She had been chatting with Pansy until I'd addressed her. She turned, tucking some dark hair behind her ear.
"Justin? What about him?" She seemed displeased with my interest with him, but Pansy leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh, now I'm caught up." Her magic shifted to something a little more devious with a hint of distaste for someone very close to Justin. "He's alright, I guess. I mean, he's my brother and I'm supposed to say horrible things about him. Like that he's a total nerd and doesn't like to use magic if he doesn't have to." That part was the most appealing to me, for some reason. As someone who used magic for everything ever, it was a change of pace from what I had been used to. "And he has the worst taste in girlfriends-"
"So he's-"
"We're not sure. I think he's going through that experimental phase. Anyways, he's dated a werewolf, a centaur, and more recently a vampire." There were some collective gasps from around the table, but I indulged myself in just watching him listen to Potter ramble on. He was bored, I could tell by just looking at him. I looked down at my arm, feeling the Dark Mark pulsing as I just thought about the newly-sorted Gryffindor. When I looked back up, he was looking at me. Potter turned around and sneered at me, and I returned the favor before tapping Alex on the shoulder.
"So Alex. Tell us more about the American Ministry Rules." She prattled on, though I wasn't really listening. I occasionally joined in to the laughs or the collective gasps, but nothing really caught my attention. "And when Justin turns eighteen, we all have to battle to see who gets to keep their power. Only one of us gets to keep it, it's ridiculous. That's what I like about this place. Doesn't matter if Justin follows the rules, it matters how much magic we use. And I'm way ahead of him already." I intently paid attention, feeling absolutely sorry for any American wizards. She decided to show off her wandless magic, floating herself a teacake from the other end of the table without even looking. We all applauded her, and I knew she was enjoying the attention way more than she should.
***timeskip***
I entered the owlry, holding my parchment letter to my mother tightly in one hand. I whistled for the family bird, and it came swooping down and landed on my arm. The great horned owl hooted, nipping softly at my fingers. I gave it the letter and patted its head. "To mother, then." I said, and it hooted happily and flew off. There were a few others around; sending off letters to their parents to ensure they'd arrived safely. I did the same thing when I was younger, but now it was a letter to tell her about receiving the inheritance. No one noticed someone fighting with a school bird in the far end. When I looked, possibly to make fun of the poor person, I noticed that it was Justin Russo struggling with the ruddy bird. I ran on auto, crossing the large room to stand in close quarters behind him with my arm outstretched to pat the bird on his arm. "They expect treats, the gluttonous beasts." He looked at me, shocked at how close I was. Some thanks were muttered as the bird moved onto my arm and hooted when I gave it a piece of chicken. The sleeve that the bird had been on was ripped to shreds where the talons had been. "Here, give me your letter." He handed off the letter to me, and I instructed to bird to be in for a long flight. After the owl flew off, I leaned against the wall and looked at him. "You could have just sent it with your magic."
"Don't like to use it…" he said, pursing his lips in thought. I raised an eyebrow, watching him shift uncomfortably.
"Well, I'm sure that all of what Potter's told you isn't the truth. He likes to stretch the truth." Justin only nodded, still thinking and sort of muttering to himself. Something about his sister and someone by the name of Juliet; none of it phased me as I stuck out my hand for him. The same hand that had my Dark Mark, but I had to test it. He looked at me as though I'd sprouted a tail and wings.
"Harry told me… not to take your hand."
"Hn. Smart kid, Potter." I dropped my hand and shoved it in my pocket. Justin shifted and his eyebrows pressed together. "Anyways, the name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Justin Russo." I nodded, smirking. "But you knew that. Alex probably said some things about me. I don't really play with dolls. I collect action figures." I shrugged, looking away.
"And I collect Chocolate Frog Trading Cards. She didn't say anything other than your bad taste in partners. At least not from what I caught." He tensed, mumbling something. Maybe he was going to try and defend himself now, but I spoke again before "Do you know how to get back to your dormitory from here?"
"Harry and Ron are waiting for me downstairs… Thanks though." He shifted and turned to leave. He'd taken two steps before turning back to me. "Can you… tell Alex I love her?" My eyes widened, and I looked away with a nod. He thanked me again and jogged out. I could feel him getting farther away, and it ached. If Harry had it his way, Justin would be against me before the first semester was up. Then again, I could always play manipulator with Justin's sister. She seemed pliant enough to use for my own. Maybe I could even use her to get Potter away from Justin. A voice screamed in my head that I had so much more to worry about than my love life, seeing as they'd all probably die in the final battle. I might even die, so I knew I really shouldn't make connections.
I left the Owlry quietly, lost in my own thoughts. I was debating with myself on what I really should be doing, straightening out my priorities. A voice that sounded remarkably like my father spoke to my own conscience.
My son, you must keep your priorities straight. You may have gotten your mother's inheritance, but you are still committed to the Dark Lord. That boy is ultimately a Gryffindor, and therefore on the side of good. His sister, however, seems like she could be easily turned away from the light.
Maybe that voice was right. She might be the key in getting all the things I wanted. Service to the Dark Lord and inevitably getting Justin. But there was a part of me that was telling me I was wrong in manipulating the innocent girl. But when had I ever listened to that part of me?
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