In the details

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A/N: BOO! XD Hey all you out there in interwebs land, it’s the one and only Murray the Leprechaun, back in action again! I know, I know, I left my last story unfinished. What can I say, het smut just isn’t my thing anymore. I do so much better at slashy yummy goodness, so when the writing bug bit me again I decided to scrap the old story and write this one. As with everything I write, it is vaguely inspired by the music I was listening to when I got the idea, in this case, Chevelle; Sci-Fi Crimes. I do quite enjoy their music, even as a mommy of two adorable two year olds. They aren’t old enough to understand the lyrics anyway and Julius especially seems to enjoy them. He’s a rocker just like mommy ((huggles her baby boy)). For those of you who know my writing already, welcome to another fun adventure of slashy angsty funny Harry Potter fandom I hope it’s all you remember it to be, for those of you reading me for the first time, I hope you enjoy it too, and if you do, check out my profile and read the rest! As always, I welcome all reviews, good and bad, and I usually try to respond to them when I can, if I need to, but I don’t care if you only post one word so long as you actually review!!! Also, I don’t like the way the books went after the 5th (and I wasn’t too fond of that one either) so my stories are only canon up to the 5th book, sometimes only to the fourth, which technically makes the rest AU. Get over it. Dumbledore is too fun of a character to kill off. Alright, enough blabber for now, on to the story!!

Ch. 1 Jars

‘I always knew that Draco Malfoy had been sent to tempt me to the dark side. Whether he was actually the devil or the antichrist or whatever, or just an evil git, I was never quite sure, but it was an undisputable fact that he had been trying to get me to do the wrong thing ever since we first met. The handshake that I turned down in first year was just the beginning. Draco was always lurking in the back of my mind, but instead of luring me in he pushed me back, further back toward the light side of things, the good side. At least in part. There was always, always that part of me that saw him and thought, “Mmmm….” Of course when I was 11 it was probably more of a: ‘I wish I could be his friend,’ but as I got older it definitely turned into: ‘I want him. Just for one day. For one day I want to be in the dark of things, it just looks so...soo…’

“Smexy is the word I think you’re looking for,” Luna said over my shoulder at breakfast, peering in her usual odd way at my journal. I quickly jumped to cover the words but she’d already read them and had interpreted them in her way. I wasn’t about to say the Draco was smexy...

“I wasn’t going to…” I started but I stopped myself in time. Ron and Hermione were right across from me after all. “Never mind, Luna.” I sighed.

Luna shrugged and settled onto the bench next to Ginny. “It’s alright Harry. You’re not the only one who thinks so. Half the student body agrees with you. The other half is obviously being hypnotized by nargles. Or maybe it’s the other way around….hmmm….” If nargles were real I’d probably agree with Luna, as it was I just turned my face away so she wouldn’t see me trying not to laugh. Not that she’d care, she rarely did. Luna knew she was an oddity, and she was ok with it. Good for her really.

“Who?” Ron asked around a mouthful of mashed something. Hermione grimaced and kicked him under the table. “Ouch, ‘Mione, knock it off.”

“Stop talking with your mouth full. It’s disgusting.” She scolded and I smirked, “And you,” oops. “You shouldn’t be writing in your journal, you should be doing your assignments. N.E.W.T. exams are next year.” Ron got another kick for mouthing along. She’d been saying the same thing since our 6h year started, like a broken record, again and again. She huffed, clearly offended by both mine and Ron’s (and everyone else’s) lack of enthusiasm towards our studies. “Fine then!” She threw her hands up in the air, “Fail! See if I care! You’d better learn to say ‘Would you like chips with that?’ because neither of you is getting anymore help from me this year!” she exclaimed and with one last dirty glare stormed off.

“Chips with what?” Ron asked, confused by the muggle-ism. “And who’s smexy? Still on about Cho?”

“No.” I said shortly, gathering my notes and stuffing them in my bag. Ron could be rather persistent when he caught onto something, and I didn’t have the energy to invent another crush. Ron and Hermione didn’t know about my preferences….well, I think Hermione may have guessed from time to time, but she never said anything, and I mentally thanked her for it. She was a good friend, if a bit of a harpy when it came to some things, like studying. Which I really should have been doing. “I’m off to the library,” I told Ron. “See if I can’t convince ‘Mione to help me with my Arithmancy after all. I’m rubbish at it.”

Ron laughed, “Yeah, thanks mate. I’ll copy off yours.” He shoved another forkful of mash in. It never did fail to amaze me how much he ate.

“Sure,” I said absently over my shoulder as I hurried away. I wasn’t really headed to the library of course, too many people would be there, and I knew not all of them were as dreamy as Luna. Dumbledore had been the one who suggested I keep the journal in the first place, so I felt that I really should keep up with it, but I definitely did not want anyone else reading it. Instead, I headed for the lake. It wasn’t dark yet, not quite anyway, and as a 6th year I was allowed to be out of grounds later. Voldemort had been quiet since his public return at the end of last year, training the death eaters and plotting evil deeds most likely. Evil deeds I’d have to foil. I sighed as I thought it, settling against the trunk of a tree a little ways off from the lake and summoning a light. It was a little darker than I’d thought and I wanted to see the page I was writing on.

‘Sometimes I don’t want to be the chose one. Sometimes, just for one night, I want to be someone different. Sometimes it looks like it’s the better end of the bargain to be on the other team. They certainly seem to have more fun, but I know its wrong, and I don’t want to be like that. I want to do what’s right BECAUSE it’s right. The reward in the long run is better, isn’t it? It has to be, otherwise why would it be called the light? Luna’s right though, now that I think about it. Draco IS…”

“Is what?” A familiar drawl sent shivers up my spine, and I slammed the book shut again. Luna reading it was one thing, but this was worse. Why couldn’t I just have peace and quiet to write tonight!? “Well?” Malfoy asked, venom dripping from his lips almost visibly as I stood and faced him, “What am I, Potter?”

“A sneaky git is what you are Malfoy. Sod off,” I snapped. It didn’t have quite the energy I usually summoned up against my own personal devil, but he hadn’t really pushed any buttons yet. He hadn’t been pushing them all year, just brushing against them. Slowly. Teasingly. Softly. Playing with me. God, I wish….SNAP OUT OF IT HARRY! “I said sod off Malfoy,” I repeated when he didn’t move, smirking as if he knew exactly what had me so suddenly flustered. And maybe he did. “Well? What are you staring at?”

He shrugged, platinum hair shifting against his shoulders. He’d grown it out this year, like his father’s, though not nearly as long yet. “Nothing much. It just so happens I was off to Hogsmeade for a drink, Potter, when I saw my name scrawled all over your little notebook. Naturally, I was curious to see what sort of hate notes you were planning on sending me.”

“They aren’t hate notes,” I said automatically, then bit my tongue I closed off the rest of the explanation so quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed, his eyebrows quirked questioningly. “It’s none of your business. And it’s almost after curfew; you’re not allowed to go to Hogsmeade without a teacher.”

He laughed, “Been taking pointers from Granger I see, Potter. Of course I’m not allowed. That’s what makes it….” He paused and smirked, “more fun.” Damn. I flushed and clenched my fists, dropping the notebook on the ground between us, ready for what I thought was the inevitable fight, “Easy Potter,” he scoffed, “I’m not in the mood to go a round with you tonight. I might BUY you a round though, if you come with.”

A refusal was on my tongue instantly, but it was swallowed just as quickly by my confusion. “What are you on about?”

“A round, you know. Drinks? Why don’t you drop the goody- two -shoes act and try the dark side, just for one night. Don’t just write about the things you want in that pathetic little journal, live it. You want to see what the dark side’s all about? Then start by breaking a rule. You do that all the time, don’t you?”

“That’s different!” I protested, but it was weak, and I knew it. His offer was tempting. So tempting.

“No it’s not. The only difference is that if you get caught, you won’t get a pat on the head and your face in the papers, you’ll get a detention, and you’ve had your share of those, haven’t you Potter?”

“You have too,” I grumbled, but my resolve was already gone. Oh how easy it is to slip from those high pedestals. “Alright, I’ll go with you,” I said, “But only so I can make sure you don’t do anything worse than I would do.”

Malfoy’s eyes sparkled, “Is that a challenge?” I shook my head, and he laughed, “We’ll see. Come on Potter, before Filch starts making his rounds.” And so it was I started my fall, but it wasn’t nearly as long a fall as I thought it would be.

A/N: Short, I know, but I’m testing the waters. Review, tell me what you think, and I’ll write a longer one! Also, major props, love and of course chocolate covered Draco's to my awesome beta Grandpa Liz, who has agreed to follow along on this weird adventure into Murray-land and clean up my many mistakes XD I love you Liz! I love you all! Ciao darlings!!