Living a Lie: Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter so obviously I make no money off this fan faiction.

“Hey HEY! Good Wednesday Morning! This is Poseidon the Powerful and your listening to Down and Dirty Dancing In the Mornings. This next song is a dedication song from Alec Steinberg to his lover and husband to be Frank Darley….” Poseidon’s loud obnoxious voice woke me and my head hurt so badly! I had spent the night prior drinking like an idiot. It was all Blaise’s fault. ‘Hey guys look what I got! Hehehehe’ He had said with a stupid grin on his face. ‘I shouldn’t.’ I had said ‘I’ve got tons of homework…let’s just save it for the weekend….’ ‘Aw come on Draco don’t be a pussy.’ Truthfully I hated drinking. Not only did it make my breath smell but the morning-afters were awful. “Here.” I heard Theo’s voice and then saw his hand hand me a bottle through my bed curtain. I took it and saw that it was Hangover Relief. I closed my eyes and sighed.

“Thanks. Ted.” I said once I had drunk the potion and managed to draw back the curtains. He was standing there with wild eyes, long hair over his shoulders dressed in a dress shirt and pajama bottems.

“No problem. So did you finish that Creatures essay?” Theo asked me not so strategically.

“Creatu….aw shit. BLAISE!” I screamed. Theo turned towards Blaise perhaps hoping that he had my essay.

“Whoa mate calm down.” Blaise said. I was annoyed that he was already doing his morning dance.

“Why did you let me drink so much?” I huffed, “I didn’t even finish my essay. AND we have that first.”

Blaise shrugged. Theo turned back to me and said, “So I guess that’s a no. Hey Goyle!”

“What?” Greg asked moodily from his bed. His hair was a mess like Potters and his eyes were beet red. Obviously he had drank too much too. “Did you finish your Creatures essay?” Theo handed him another bottle of Relief and I suddenly found myself wondering where the hell he had gotten them. Hangover Relief was a rare potion and illegal in most countries.

“Yeah.” Greg said suspiciously but still taking the bottle. “Why?”

“Can I see it?”

Greg chugged the contents of the bottle and then snapped. “No.”

Theo sighed. Obviously he was upset about giving away two Relief Potions and getting nothing out of it. “I don’t see why you guys took that class.” Blaise said, “Why do you want to subject yourself to such blatant house-favoritism?”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with it when it’s Snape doing the favouring.” Pointed out Theodore.

“But Snape had reason too,” Said Vince coming out of the bathroom, “Snape’s a head-of-house. The Elephant Man is not.”

“Yeah. Heads of Houses have good reason. I think they get a bonus or something if their House is top. Both Snape and McGonagall are guilty of favoritism. Although she would never admit it,” I said, “But what’s weird is that Flitwick and Bird Nest aren’t.”

“And that’s why Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff never win ANYTHING.” Blaise said. He was right.


Later that day during Potions class- my favorite class- I got into a small spat with Weasel and Potter. I was waiting right outside the door for Blaise when I saw that Weasel and Potter were headed my way. It seems silly now but at the time I was sure they were headed my way for the simple reason that I was there. “Potter.” I sneered once they were in hearing distance.

“Go away Malfoy.” Weasel said trying to walk past me.

“Oh do you go by Potter now?” I asked him. I hated how close he and Potter were. It didn’t seem fair. It didn’t seem right that someone so unimportant was friends with someone so famous.

“Fuck off Malfoy…” Weasel started to say but he was interrupted by Mudblood. “Harry! Ron! Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Mudblood said running up to them making her big bushy hair bounce.

“Aw are you only two friends ignoring you Granger? Poor Granger can only befriend a Weasel and a Scarhead.” Inwardly I cringed. Scarhead?! I sounded so immature. Father once told me that fighting with Potter was beneath me but I just couldn’t help it. Seeing him made me angry and at the time I didn’t know why. Mudblood blushed but she retorted anyway. “At least my friends aren’t blind junior Death Eaters. At least my friends have some common sense.”

“There’s no such thing as common sense Mudblood.” I said repeating something Father had once said.

“Don’t call her THAT!” Weasel said and he launched himself at me. “Ron NO!” Mudblood and Potter screamed. Fortunately for me Snape chose that exact moment to appear at the door. I grinned stupidly at the appearance of my head-of-house. He always knew when to show up and I had a feeling that he did it purposely.

“50 points from Gryffindor for attacking a student, Weasley.”

“But he….”

“Get in the classroom or I shall have to take another fifteen points for lateness.” Snape said. I followed him inside the class.

Not that I was all that worried about him but I did noticed that Potter had acted rather strange during our confrontation in the dungeons. In fact, he hadn’t said anything at all. It was Weasel who did all the talking. At first I just shrugged it off glad that Gryffindor had lost fifty points but as the day progressed I found thoughts of Potter beginning to occupy my free and not so free time. In most of my classes with Potter Weasel was there too so it was difficult to watch him without earning a glare from the Weasel- except in Astronomy in which Weasel had elected not to take I suppose because Potter had chosen not to take Creatures with him although I’m not positive.

“Draco,” Pansy whispered in my ear in Astronomy, “What star did she say lines up with Pluto?”

“Um,” I blinked. I had not been paying attention and for that I berated myself. “I didn’t hear Pans. Sorry.”

I looked over at Potter who was sitting by Mudblood. Mudblood was scribbling away but Potter didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the class. In fact he looked distracted almost depressed. I supposed it was because of his Godfather but I didn’t really understand why he’d be so upset after the man’s death. After all Potter hadn’t known him that long. I tried to shake thoughts of him out of my head. I don’t really care, I told myself. But the truth was I found myself curious not concerned mind you but curious nonetheless and that combined with worrying about school, and prefects duties caused time to fly by and before I knew it it was Friday morning.


“I don’t know!” Gregory said frustrated pulling off the 30th shirt he had tried on that morning. He and Millie were going to go out that night. They had decided that it would be a while before the first Hogsmeade weekend and they were rather eager to start their relationship and Greg wanted it to be perfect.

“The first one was great Greg.” I said. Not truly recalling what the first outfit he tried on was. He sighed and went back to his side of the closet side-stepping Blaise who was doing sit-ups to the music of some American band called The Eagles Revenge playing on the radio

“ ‘I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!
Slice you into pieces.
Throw you in a cauldron
Stir it up and feed you to my dog!’ ”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Said Blaise during the song’s guitar solo, “Millicent has seen you in all sorts of disgusting ways so she won’t mind if you don’t look perfect on your date.”

“But I really want this to go well.” Gregory said from behind the closet.

“ ‘I’ll make you writhe and scream
you’ll beg me to die.
DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’” The song ended and Poseidon’s voice came on “‘Well that was fun! Let’s take some calls….’”

Theo shook his head and frowned at the radio “So much violence”

I laughed and then said, “Come on Greg. I bet she is going to…” I stopped as someone on the radio screamed very loudly, “ ‘I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! So please play our song because it perfectly describes how I feel about him!’” A fast pace beat began to play and I turned my attention back to Greg, “I bet she is going to be spending less time then you getting ready.”

“OH! This is perfect.” Greg shouted suddenly. Blaise looked up at Greg and started sniggering. I didn’t have to wait long to see why.Greg was wearing an olive dress shirt (that was a bit snug), very large beige slacks and a very odd looking hat. “Er. That’s great mate,” I said. Blaise started laughing harder. Just then Vince came out of the bathroom. Gregory grinned at me before going to put his school robes on. I was sharing a look of amusement with Vince when the singer on the radio started to rap and making love to his boyfriend in various positions. This didn’t go off to well with Vin.

“Fucking Butt-Pirates.” Vincent growled as he clicked off the radio.

“Don’t fucking touch my radio Crabbe!” Blaise snapped jumping up from the floor

“Maybe you should stop listening to fucking Faggot music, Zabini. The Dark Lord HATES queers.”

“Fuck you Crabbe….”

“I bet you’d like that Arse-bandit.” He sneered. I felt my stomach churn. Vince was my friend and his hate for gays made me nervous. I didn’t know what he would do if he found out I was gay but I didn’t want to loose his friendship.

“I’m not gay you fat idiot” Blaise said approaching Vince in a very intimidating way.

“BOYS!” Pansy’s voice called from behind our door and for the first time in my life I was ecstatic to hear it. Blaise and Vince froze. “Yes, Pansy.” We answered in chorus

“I need someone to escort me to breakfast. Blais-ey? Drakey? Teddy? Vinny?”

“Why does she add Y’s to the end of our name?” Vince sighed. I shrugged.

“What about me?” Gregory mock pouted.

“Oh yeah!” She said before any of us could answer, “Greggy, Millie said that she wants you to walk with her to breakfast. Of course that’s why I need an escort.”

“What about your BOYfriend?” called Vince.

“Why does she need an escort at all,” Theo whispered. I shrugged; Pansy had always had a problem with going to the Great Hall alone.

“Oh he’s studying in the library.” She said, “Some sort of O.W.L prep group. SO….which one of you is going to escort me?!”

“Oh I’ll do it.” Said Blaise. “But you guys owe me.”

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A/N: First of all I’d like to say that chpt. 4 and 5 are going to be slightly less disturbing but the more disturbing things will be back in chapter 6.
*IRoNy: Good news! Sev and Minerva is NOT going to be a “graphic” couple, they’ll only be mentioned as such. Do I have the whole thing written out? Well not exactly because that would take out the fun of writing and posting but I do have every chapter summarized with great detail which will make it easy to update regularly. I hope to get out 2-3 chapters out every week. Oh btw, the “demented consensual rape of a brainwashed Draco” is the best sentence have ever read.
*Sak: I think Narcissa’s part will become clear in the next few chapters and if not it certainly will at the end. Actually only Pansy and Draco used the word Mudblood. I’m not trying to make Draco unlikable he and JK Rowling did that- I think my reasons for making Draco so unsympathetic will become clear in the end. So I’m glad you’ll keep reading. Thanks.
*Anon: Thanks for reviewing.