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Summary: When someone is beaten into submission, you tend to push everyone away after that. Wounds like these never heal, the cuts always bleeding. That is till you break away from that cliché built in the complex system you’ve been placed in. Shift from the ordinary, refuse Orthodox.

Beware! Angsty and Dark. Implied Incest, slash, sadism, and so on.

Author: Set-Set

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter Series Nor it’s original plot or characters. I make no profit off this.

AN: Here we go, this is when my plot starts. Because I’ve seen so many Harry/Draco stories that all seem to begin the same, develop the same, and end the same I’ve made careful plans to make mine much different.

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Chapter Two

Arrogance is Malfoy’s Middle Name…

Why is it Draco Malfoy had never noticed the beauty that stood there before him? It seemed like a forbidden fruit to the boy, as he stared at the person marking them as his target for seduction this year. They were picturesque that is till someone else stepped into his line of vision. Frowning he growled.

“Potter you can’t steal this one thing from me. She’s mine.”

That luscious female being the smallest Weasley, she was well, stunning to say the least. Her only fault was being a Weasley, but Draco could work around that, she had every other qualities he was looking for in a women, supple, perfect curves, long pale legs, a dust of freckles on her face, deep brown eyes, a fiery temper. Yes she was his, but from the looks of it, Saint Potter and her were dating, seriously because the boy had just bent down and kissed the sixteen year old in a chaste kiss.

Jealously flared in his stomach and his lips twitched into a scowl. This was war.

Gray eyes narrowed and he spun around stalking off towards the carriages. The Threstrals were pawing at the earth, deep red eyes glaring from hideous faces mocking those who could see them; of course he could see the Threstrals, he’d seen a good many people die in his life time. He shuddered, screams creeping in on his psyche again from all those who’d called for his help as he stood idle, watching his father torture them. Shaking his head, corn silk hair twirling about his ears; he had no time for guilt, the sooner her got to the school, the Sooner he could lock himself in the lavatory and wash away the rest of his hurt for the year. Climbing into a carriage, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were already sitting there, Pansy trailed in after him pinching his arse.

“Lovely to see you Drakie.”

The girl pushed short brown hair from her face and settled herself uninvited in Draco’s lap, giggling at Theodore who sent her a death glare which she took as a look of lust. Delusional, was the only word to really explain the girl, she thought everyone wanted her. Either she was Delusional or had too much pride.

Tolerating the girl on his lap he turned his gaze to the window, his body still throbbing from his fathers goodbye last night, but it wasn’t too bad. He could ignore it and put on his act for his followers. Though through all of this his mind simply would not wander from that beautiful Gryffindor, they just might be able to help heal his wounded heart.
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“Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. I’d like to say a few words. Nizwit, fizgig, and Lemon drop-”

Dumbledor paused then gazed out at the Great hall his hand scratching his chin through his beard.

“No one would happen to have a lemon drop or two to spare would they?”

He chuckled warmly and let his kind eyes sweep over the students faces, the half moon glasses perched on his nose proudly. Then he shook his head and grinned like the old mad man he was.

“I’d like to remind the pupils to promptly stay away from the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has also asked that students to not use magic in between classes nor wander out in the halls after curfew.”
Those clever blue eyes rested on Harry momentarily as if those words were more meant for him than anyone else. Then the headmaster continued with his speech moving his stare on to the rest of the students, as if picking out the trouble makers and making sure they too knew he meant what he said.

“Quidditch Trials will be held the second week of this term, anyone interested should contact Madam Hooch. Might I add that the Gryffindor team is glad to receive their seeker and captain, Harry Potter, back onto the team.”

Clapping and cheering erupted from the gold and red decorated table. Ron hit Harry on the back who pushed his glasses back onto his nose, green gaze alight with joy. The previous year Slytherin had won the cup due to his absence on the team, but the team had gotten rather close with out him. Sweeping his eyes over the Slytherin Table, Harry noted that Malfoy didn’t look happy, he’d been the star last year, the seeker who won the cup, but his rival was back in the game much to his dismay it appeared.

“Now onto the issue of the new Head boy and girl.”

He silenced the room and then beamed.

“Due to being busy this summer I was unable to send out letters to the chosen head boy and girl. So I do pardon the absence of this announcement. This year the new Head girl is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor¾
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More cheering and clapping came from the Gryffindor table as a flustered Hermione stood up and took a short bow. It was no surprise really that she was the Head Girl, she’d had top marks in all her classes, and aside from the escapades she goes off with Harry and Ron, she never got in trouble on her own.

“¾
and the new Head boy is Draco Malfoy of Slytherin.”
Now the Slytherin table burst out into their own celebration for the blonde seventh year. Malfoy was sneering with pride emanating from his being, he loved being the center of attention. Which was a reason he hated Harry Potter so much, he stole the light in which was suppose to stand alone in.

“With trivial matters of such out of the way let us eat.”
He spread his arms out and the tables filled with food, just about anything anyone could wish for. A few sounds of surprise emitted from the first years who’d been sorted before the speech, most of which were ecstatic to be in the same school as Draco Malfoy and most of all Harry Potter. Funny really, when ever anyone thought of the house of Gryffindor they thought of Harry Potter or maybe Albus Dumbledor and sort. When people though of Slytherin the face that came to view was a Malfoy either being Draco or Lucius, and of course the thought of you-know-who was always looming over the Slytherin title.

Frowning at this thought Harry ate another bite of potatoes giving a glance to the Slytherin table which he could have been sitting at if things had only been slightly different. Even if he’d been reassured by the Sorting hat on a number of occasions he still felt sometimes as if the old worn hat had made a mistake. Raising a brow he noticed Malfoy get up and begin to walk out of the Great hall a look of self pride still encrypted on his face. Though as he turned and leaned against the wall outside of the doorframe, obviously thinking he was out of view, he let his shoulders sink and face fall into a look of great discomfort. Blinking his green eyes Harry wondered momentarily what that was all about, but as he was thinking about it he realized that in the time he’d blinked the Malfoy had disappeared. Sighing he ate the bite of food he had hovering on his fork and slipped back into conversation with his close friends again. Forgetting the fair haired Slytherin all together.
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“Can you believe this Harry!?”

Hermione whined exasperatedly as she turned another turn with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, her best friends. The rest of the students had disappeared with full stomachs to their allotted common rooms to continue conversations started in the Great Hall over Dinner and Dessert .

“I can’t believe they are making me share a bloody common room with him!”
‘Him’ being Draco Malfoy whom she was sharing a private Common Room with. Sputtering curses under her breath she stopped before the portrait of a woman with a beaded mask held up to her face, the ball gown she wore fell in extravagant blue silk waves about her. Then it came to life as she pulled the mask from her face with a gloved hand, brown curls falling into her blue eyes.

“Good evening, I’m Danielle, pleased to meet you.”
The lady in the portrait curtsied and grinned. Harry bowed slightly as Ron gaped and Hermione curtsied back in the same kind of fashion.

“Good evening. I’m Hermione Granger and unless I’m mistaken this is the entrance to my new Room.”

“Yes, of course. Password please.”

She smiled and Hermione grinned, Dumbledor had sent a small black owl to her and Malfoy at the beginning of dinner with notes as to where the room was and what the password was.

“Sugarquill Candy.”

She stated proudly and Danielle curtsied again swinging open for the three to pass. Stepping through the doorway Hermione stopped and blinked gazing at the room in which she came to. It was circular, the walls covered in tapestries of each house the décor was done in black and white, neutral colours. There was one couch, two over stuffed chairs a fire place and a rather large bookcase. A table was pushed to the side, a couple of wooden chairs placed along the walls. It was absolutely stunning in Hermione’s mind. A balcony was set to one side of the room a set of iron steps leading up to it. Those must be the rooms.

“Hermione, would you mind stepping out of our way.”

Harry Chided and the girl shook her head, tuffs of frizzed brown hair spilling into her own face. Stepping into the room she eyes the book shelf full of good sized books. A note lie on the table to the right and the girl picked it up reading it over then reading it aloud.

Dear Mr. Malfoy & Miss. Granger,

I apologize for you two having to share this common room rather than the normal head girl and boy rooms, but due to Mr. Potters escapade last year The rooms are still very much in ruin and have yet been rebuilt properly.

If you were wondering this is a room in which was a neutral meeting place for the four house leaders several centuries ago. Much of the original décor is the same, the two offices have been converted into your bedrooms. I am greatly sorry for the inconvenience.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledor

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Well the room’s not so bad, now if only you didn’t have to share it with Ferret boy.

Ron murmured as he sat himself down on a couch, Hermione and Harry still were investigating the room. The rugs were obviously hand made, the Hogwarts Emblem woven into the black stitch, Harry glanced over the books finding none that would interest him though he didn’t doubt that Hermione would be pillaging the shelves later.

“Hm, I wonder what this door is?”

Harry asked as he came to a simple door, grasping the handle he twisted it and opened it to find a room of tile, the smell of lavender meeting him as warmth seized him, but what caught his eye the most was the blonde on the other end glaring at the door as he pulled a shirt over his head, scars running down his back which was turned towards him.

“Potter!”

He spat angrily, grabbing up a bag after the black long sleeved shirt was pulled fully down.

“Ever heard of knocking!?”

Stalking forward he pushed by Harry whispering in his ear as he went.

“That girlfriend of yours will be mine by the end of the year.”
Ron had scrambled to the door just then as well as Hermione, but Ron wasn’t as cool tempered as Harry and stood in the Slytherins way.

“My sister isn‘t something that everyone can have. Now dating Harry I can handle, but So help me if you touch my sister, I will rip away your head and use it as a Quaffle. ”

“I always get what I want, now move Weasel.”

Draco stated, but Ron didn’t, his face was red with anger again, fists clenched down at his side, the knuckles were white.

“You worthless wanker!”

He shouted as he brought a fist back and made to hit the boy. Malfoy’s first instinct was the receive the blow and then curl up in a little ball, but then he remembered hat he was back at Hogwarts it and wasn’t his father who he was facing. Ducking out of the way, he moved past the red head and off to the stair case and once he reached the top he smirked looking down on the flustered group, this year just might be fun.
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AN: So thus the plot is slowly being brought in (Yay for Set-Set she has plot!) I promise once this gets rolling it’ll be better. Review! Or I shall send little Mew-Mew Mittens on you! Oh and again if there is anyone who would be a beta reader for me I’d be oh so very grateful. If so e-mail me at sippie_cup_coffee@yahoo.com

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