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Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate	By : Jitterbug Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:

Author’s Notes: Draco’s finally made it to Hogwarts. And take the time to marvel at my Sorting Hat song. No really, it was a pain in the butt.

Warnings for this chapter: Let’s see’ mentions of pornographic material and deviant sexual practices. Not really as bad as it sounds. It’s just Draco being a typical teenage boy.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don’t like it? Don’t read it. Otherwise, enjoy.

Draco took his seat at the Slytherin table gracefully, adjusting his robes so they draped just so while Crabbe and Goyle flanked him on either side. Zabini slid into the seat across from him and Pansy wandered off to socialize with her clique of popular girls. She even deigned to exchange a few words with Brown and Patil from Gryffindor while making her rounds through the chattering crowd of students. Eventually, everyone took their seats and quieted for the Sorting. The Hat cleared it’s throat, the brim moving in it’s usual eerie way as it began to sing.

I may seem old and threadbare
But this hat still has its tricks
I’ve Sorted for some centuries
It’s how I get my kicks
You may be put in Gryffindor
Among the bravest of the brave
Some may live as Hufflepuffs
Who are loyal to the grave
Or in amongst the Ravenclaws
Who delight in finding facts
Then there are sly Slytherins
Those cunning to the max
Don’t worry now, I’ll sort you true
I’ll put you in your proper place
Sorting kids is what I do
With great panache and grace!

And one by one the tiny little first years scrambled up onto the stool and let the Sorting Hat perch on their heads. Draco clapped languidly when the Slytherins were sorted and nodded a polite greeting to the first years. They clustered at the end of the table and huddled together, a few third and fourth years swooping in to give advice and preen over their own knowledge of life at Hogwarts.

‘And now for the school song!’ And so they sang, Draco plugging his ears against Crabbe and Goyle’s deep off key renditions and Zabini’s warbling. The horror ended and Draco took his seat with relief. It didn’t last long, though. The Headmaster said his usual bit, prattling on about the rules and then You Know Who which made Longbottom and the first years cower. n wan was back at Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Draco far preferred the werewolf over that paranoid, prejudiced ex-Auror Mad Eye Moody who had spent all of fifth year breathing down Draco’s neck and calling him a mini-Death Eater.

The speech turned motivational and Draco rolled his eyes, wishing the old man would hurry it up a bit. Finally, after the declarations and comforting lies, Dumbledore scanned the crowd with his twinkling eyes. ‘I have a few more words before we eat. Fworp, Smeeedle, and Woooga! Now, dig in!’ He clapped his hands and the food arrived, wafting its delicious scent through the candlelit hall.

Draco’s mouth watered and he dug in as ordered, suddenly famished. His bulky bookends piled their plates up to the limits and began shoveling the whole mess into the black holes called their mouths. Draco had tucked away a good portion of food when Zabini finally spoke up. ‘Hey, guys! I got your orders. Saucy Sorceresses for Crabbe, Playwizard and Wild Witches for Goyle, and Playwitch, Wizards and their Wands, and Boys on Broomsticks for Draco.’ The Slytherins all grinned in anticipation.

Zabini had conned his older brother into buying pornography and Blaise sold it to the school with his Slytherin allies getting a considerable discount. The rest of the Houses bought Blaise’s merchandise eagerly, despite the inflated prices. After all, the law of supply and demand was on his side in a boarding school full of underage, horny teenagers. The elder Zabinini got a 25% cut of the profits, Blaise got 75% and a certain amount of prestige among his peers, and everyone else got porn. It was a win-win situation except for McGonagall who had been searching for the culprit for two years and was almost tearing her hair out in frustration at her inability to discover the porn peddler. Draco himself had been questioned by the Deputy Headmistress extensively, but she had a hard time pinning it on him considering the fact he was, for once, completely innocent.

‘Heh. That’s great. Good thing I paid in advance.’ Draco said smugly. His annual payment for the next year’s orders was the best idea he’d had in ages. Now he had a whole year’s worth of wank mags already purchased. It was a especially convenient considering the fact he had limited funds now. ‘So, tell me Blaise. What’s the weirdest order you’ve gotten lately?’

The other boy laughed and took a sip of pumpkin juice. ‘There was this one Hufflepuff who asked for Fun with Flobberworms.’

‘Eurgh.’ Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco said in unison, shuddering. Just exactly what you didn’t need to hear at the dinner table. But he had asked, damn his mouth anyway.

‘Yeah, that’s what I said. And did you know Longbottom has a dominatrix kink?’

Draco felt his eyebrows shoot up and he sneered. ‘That is seriously disturbing. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to hear about Longbottom’s sexual kinks. Don’t ever mention it again. Got that?’

‘Heehee. Got it.’ Zabini made a sound suspiciously close to a giggle, but Draco ignored it. The other Slytherin always got giddy when school started and the usual steady stream of galleons started flowing into his coffers again.

Eventually, the meal came to an end and Draco stood to escort the first years to the dungeons. The flock of shuffling, nervous children followed him through the labyrinthine halls and Draco paused to show them Snape’s office and the Potions classroom. They ooohed and ahhed at the castle, craning their necks around to peer at the oddities Hogwarts held.

‘Look, it’s the ickle firsties! With ickle Drucksy Wucksy herding them along!’ Before Peeves could start in on any rude rhymes, Draco interrupted him.

‘Do you really want me to get the Baron? Go bother the Gryffindors.’ Draco said, curling his lip contemptuously, and the poltergeist left quickly, rattling the armor with a stick as he went by and cackling to himself like a hen. Draco, who had an unparalleled acquaintance with the Bloody Baron ever since he’d chatted with him his first night at Hogwarts, had quite a hold over Peeves. It wasn’t unusual for Draco’s things to be left severely alone while other students’ belongings were thrown about with glee.

‘Right.’ Draco said, as they reached the innocuous stretch of stone that was the entrance into Slytherin House. ‘The password is Chimera. Don’t write it down and don’t tell it to anyone. If you forget it, you will be left to freeze outside.’ He cautioned sternly. The stones moved with only a minimum of grinding as soon as he spoke the password, leaving the entrance open. The first years tumbled inside and stumbled to a halt at the sight of Snape lounging in a chair near the fire. The Potions Master’s face was lit up on one side, the other half cast in shadow. The effect was at once both menacing and noble, the curve of his nose reminiscent of an eagle’s beak.

‘Sit.’ Snape said shortly and the first years complied immediately, gathering around his feet. Draco was familiar with the speech about Slytherin honor and pride and left Snape to it. Later, the Slytherin Head of House would meet each first year individually and interview them. As usual, Snape’s flair for the dramatics held the children in thrall as he spoke on about the dignity of his House and how to live up to the legacy of Salazar Slytherin. It was a moving speech, but Draco had heard it five times before and quickly made his way towards his old dormitories to collect his magazines from Blaise. He lingered only for a moment with his friends before leaving for his own separate room. After all, being a prefect did have its advantages.

His room was situated between the Potions classroom and the Slytherin dorms. It was located in a passage way that appeared to be a small dead end flanked by two sets of armor. The bare stone wall was similar in appearance to the one that led to the Slytherin common room. ‘Parseltongue.’ Draco said clearly and the stones rearranged themselves quickly. He entered, the stone flowing back into place behind him and looked around with satisfaction.

His sitting room held a huge desk, a large fire place, several bookshelves, a couch and an armchair. The accommodations were quite luxurious, on par with his old room at Malfoy Manor even. Obviously, this was where he was expected to talk with his fellow Housemates when they had problems or needed advice. It was decorated in green and silver with accents of gold here and there. The bedroom was even nicer with a huge four poster bed and, the rarest of luxuries in the dungeons, a large window seat looking out onto the mountainous landscape nearby. Hogwarts castle was perched on the rugged rise of land and as such even the dungeons were fairly elevated in comparison to where the lake was. The view of the landscape was magnificent and more importantly it let in fresh air. On the downside, Draco would have to go half way across the school to get to the prefect’s bathroom, but he had heard rumors that it was worth walking the distance necessary to use it.

All in all, life was good.

To be Continued
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