Hey, this is my first Harry Potter fanfic..hell, its my first fanfic EVER.
Although it may not seem like it this is definitely going to be D/G. I've
spent heaps of time reading them and luv 'em so I thought I'd try it
myself. I know its not really that original but its only my first attempt
so there is definitely room for improvement. My opinion of this isn't very
high...but I'd really like to know what you all think so here we
go.............
Beneath the Surface
Chapter One: The one, the only...Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy surveyed himself in the mirror. He was wearing ridiculously expensive black dress robes, designer of course. 'Hmm, something's missing,' he thought. He reached up and touched his sleek silver blonde hair which was slicked back. Draco reached into his pocket and took out his wand. In a few moments, his once slicked back hair was slightly tousled and hung just above his steely grey eyes. He smirked. He knew he was good looking; and it's not like he would openly argue this fact. The Slytherin was not the most modest seventeen year old you would ever meet. In fact, he was far from it.
He had a definite air of superiority about him. And it wasn't because of the way he strutted down the bustling halls expecting everyone to clear the way for him, nor was it the articulate way in which he managed to keep his insults extremely witty. Had anyone taken the time to analyse them, they would have found just how clever he was to have them roll of his tongue in nothing but a bored drawl. Yes, Draco Malfoy no longer insulted others in the unoriginal snotty rich little daddy's boy type of way he had in his earlier years at Hogwarts. He now insulted others with class and sophistication. One may think that that is impossible. Insults could never be classified as classy or sophisticated; but somehow Draco Malfoy was able to pull it off. Perhaps it was something that came with being a Malfoy. His insults had also now become less common. The Dream team would be lucky if they received one a week now. They figured he had grown out of it, but really, he had just grown bored of it. What was the use in throwing out good insults if it didn't amuse you?
Everyone presumed Draco to be an exact replica of his father (minus the long hair) (A/N: and of course a much younger sexier version :P). But it was amazing how many ways Draco was not like his father. Of course, he did have a rather wicked streak in him, but who wouldn't after having Lucius Malfoy as a father for seventeen years? Draco had no desire whatsoever to become a Deatheater. His father had pushed the subject more times than Draco could count, and on more than n occasion he had basically told his father to go to hell. This didn't come off to well with Lucius of course, and Draco was subjected to the Crutacious curse a few times. But that was nothing compared to the way his mother was treated.
His father had beaten he so close to death twice while Draco was home over the holidays. He hated to think what happened when he was at Hogwarts. Every time Lucius hurt her Draco begged his mother to leave him. "Leave him, Mum," he'd say. "Leave him. It doesn't have to be like this. You deserve one million times better than him. Please leave him. I don't want him to hurt you anymore." But every time she'd refuse. "He loves me Draco, I know he does. I shouldn't get him so angry." Draco would always reply with, "that's no excuse Mum." Narcissa claimed she could never leave anyway. Where would she go? And she'd never leave her son behind. Draco and his mother had a strong bond. Lucius had always told Draco that he shouldn't spend so much time with his mother, "Afraid that bitch will turn you soft, boy." He had actually punched his father in the face when he had said that to him. It was only times when someone insulted or hurt his mother that he would lose his temper. Draco vowed he would never physically abuse anyone. He would never be anything like that man.
Next to Lucius Malfoy, Draco could be considered the most kind, compassionate and caring person in the world, which speaks volumes about Lucius. Draco Malfoy was definitely not his father.
Suddenly Draco heard Pansy Parkinson coming up the stairs to his dormitory. He knew it was her because of the incessant giggling noise she was making. 'Sounds bloody horrible,' Draco thought scowling. It was a known fact that Pansy Parkinson was insanely in love with Draco. She followed him around like a lost puppy. Well, that's what others would say. He insisted she was more like a retarded Hippogriff on heat. He would have smirked at the thought had it not been him she was pursuing.
"Drakie," Pansy called in a sickly sweet voice as she opened the door and popped her head round the corner. "Honey, we should be going. We wouldn't want to be late now would we." Draco scowled. He had to ask himself why the hell he was going to the Yule Ball with Pansy Parkinson when he could get any other female in the school.
'Oh that's right,' he thought bitterly. 'Fathers orders...sadistic bastard.' Draco grunted in reply. "Oooh, Drakie, you look positively scrumptious," Pansy squealed as she walked over to where he was standing. She began to run one of her long hideously manicured fingers down his arm and said in a low rasp, obviously trying to sound seductive but failing miserably, "I was thinking afterwards we could come back up her and...because I can easily get rid of Crabbe and Goyle..no interruptions." Draco snorted and pulled arm away before sighing. "Dream on, Parkinson," he muttered, leaving Pansy with a slight smile on her face. "You will be mine Draco Malfoy," she whispered to herself before following out of the room.
Draco scowled as he walked down the stairs. 'Mental note to self: Ditch Parkinson relatively early so I can find a girl with at least half a brain.'
So dudes.whaddaya think?? Shall I continue???? If I do the next chappie'll be with Ginny and then the third when they're actually at the ball. But whether I continue or not is up to you so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.
~ SeZzA ~
Beneath the Surface
Chapter One: The one, the only...Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy surveyed himself in the mirror. He was wearing ridiculously expensive black dress robes, designer of course. 'Hmm, something's missing,' he thought. He reached up and touched his sleek silver blonde hair which was slicked back. Draco reached into his pocket and took out his wand. In a few moments, his once slicked back hair was slightly tousled and hung just above his steely grey eyes. He smirked. He knew he was good looking; and it's not like he would openly argue this fact. The Slytherin was not the most modest seventeen year old you would ever meet. In fact, he was far from it.
He had a definite air of superiority about him. And it wasn't because of the way he strutted down the bustling halls expecting everyone to clear the way for him, nor was it the articulate way in which he managed to keep his insults extremely witty. Had anyone taken the time to analyse them, they would have found just how clever he was to have them roll of his tongue in nothing but a bored drawl. Yes, Draco Malfoy no longer insulted others in the unoriginal snotty rich little daddy's boy type of way he had in his earlier years at Hogwarts. He now insulted others with class and sophistication. One may think that that is impossible. Insults could never be classified as classy or sophisticated; but somehow Draco Malfoy was able to pull it off. Perhaps it was something that came with being a Malfoy. His insults had also now become less common. The Dream team would be lucky if they received one a week now. They figured he had grown out of it, but really, he had just grown bored of it. What was the use in throwing out good insults if it didn't amuse you?
Everyone presumed Draco to be an exact replica of his father (minus the long hair) (A/N: and of course a much younger sexier version :P). But it was amazing how many ways Draco was not like his father. Of course, he did have a rather wicked streak in him, but who wouldn't after having Lucius Malfoy as a father for seventeen years? Draco had no desire whatsoever to become a Deatheater. His father had pushed the subject more times than Draco could count, and on more than n occasion he had basically told his father to go to hell. This didn't come off to well with Lucius of course, and Draco was subjected to the Crutacious curse a few times. But that was nothing compared to the way his mother was treated.
His father had beaten he so close to death twice while Draco was home over the holidays. He hated to think what happened when he was at Hogwarts. Every time Lucius hurt her Draco begged his mother to leave him. "Leave him, Mum," he'd say. "Leave him. It doesn't have to be like this. You deserve one million times better than him. Please leave him. I don't want him to hurt you anymore." But every time she'd refuse. "He loves me Draco, I know he does. I shouldn't get him so angry." Draco would always reply with, "that's no excuse Mum." Narcissa claimed she could never leave anyway. Where would she go? And she'd never leave her son behind. Draco and his mother had a strong bond. Lucius had always told Draco that he shouldn't spend so much time with his mother, "Afraid that bitch will turn you soft, boy." He had actually punched his father in the face when he had said that to him. It was only times when someone insulted or hurt his mother that he would lose his temper. Draco vowed he would never physically abuse anyone. He would never be anything like that man.
Next to Lucius Malfoy, Draco could be considered the most kind, compassionate and caring person in the world, which speaks volumes about Lucius. Draco Malfoy was definitely not his father.
Suddenly Draco heard Pansy Parkinson coming up the stairs to his dormitory. He knew it was her because of the incessant giggling noise she was making. 'Sounds bloody horrible,' Draco thought scowling. It was a known fact that Pansy Parkinson was insanely in love with Draco. She followed him around like a lost puppy. Well, that's what others would say. He insisted she was more like a retarded Hippogriff on heat. He would have smirked at the thought had it not been him she was pursuing.
"Drakie," Pansy called in a sickly sweet voice as she opened the door and popped her head round the corner. "Honey, we should be going. We wouldn't want to be late now would we." Draco scowled. He had to ask himself why the hell he was going to the Yule Ball with Pansy Parkinson when he could get any other female in the school.
'Oh that's right,' he thought bitterly. 'Fathers orders...sadistic bastard.' Draco grunted in reply. "Oooh, Drakie, you look positively scrumptious," Pansy squealed as she walked over to where he was standing. She began to run one of her long hideously manicured fingers down his arm and said in a low rasp, obviously trying to sound seductive but failing miserably, "I was thinking afterwards we could come back up her and...because I can easily get rid of Crabbe and Goyle..no interruptions." Draco snorted and pulled arm away before sighing. "Dream on, Parkinson," he muttered, leaving Pansy with a slight smile on her face. "You will be mine Draco Malfoy," she whispered to herself before following out of the room.
Draco scowled as he walked down the stairs. 'Mental note to self: Ditch Parkinson relatively early so I can find a girl with at least half a brain.'
So dudes.whaddaya think?? Shall I continue???? If I do the next chappie'll be with Ginny and then the third when they're actually at the ball. But whether I continue or not is up to you so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.
~ SeZzA ~