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Chapter 1- The unwelcomed present




Only this time I’m going in with my eyes open

I won’t make the same mistake again

(Going in with my eyes open-David Soul)


This lonely winter night reminded him so much of bitter chocolate.


Draco Malfoy never liked chocolate. He hated it with passion. Yet he still demanded from the house-elves every dinner a big piece of dark Muggle chocolate, just because HE used to munch at it the way that made every nerve on Draco’s body sing with forbidden delights. Draco loathed THE MAN whose performances those were with all his beings. He mentally vowed never to touch a single chocolate bar, after he realized he never had what he wanted. Yet here he sat gazing down at the garden in his Muggle residence, alone, tasting bite after bite of the chocolate bar. He never liked chocolate.

But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free

I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me

(I’ve never been to me-Charlene)


All his life until now, he has always been proud of himself for being logical. How the Malfoy logics brought him to victories in Hogwarst time after time, how it helped him resist the desire to get involved with some brainless twats who called themselves witches, no matter how satisfied they made him feel in bed, how it opened a door for him to enter the secret Slytherin Corridor of Power and later became the most memorable and respected Slytherin individual of his generation.


But he has never been able to maintain his logic when it comes to THE MAN

THE MAN who exists to define his being

THE MAN who bounds to no rule

THE MAN who tops every peak of glory

THE MAN who was ignorant to all of his irresistible charms

THE MAN who saved his worthless life

THE MAN who survived



The principles of lust... Are easy to understand
Do what you feel... Feel until the end
The principles of lust... Are burnt in your mind
Do what you want... Do it until …you find… Love.

(The principles of lust-Enigma)


But human desires what they can not have, right?


And he lived to lust after one he will not be able to possess.

Logic be damned!


So after Draco had satisfied with his illogical mental inquries, he allowed three House-elves to remain his loyal servant, set up a floo fireplace, brought himself an unregistered wand and a small white owl. Later he found a job as a designer for a Muggle Home design company. There he lived a decently peaceful life under a strange name Draco Malfoy. He was simply a man earning his own living, left behind the chaos of power struggles, love and hate, good and evil, dark and light.

He left behind Malfoy fortune, his own family and friends, his once griddy ambitions.

He left behind his forbidden lust.


Life was good, he decided. And it would continue to remain good, if one day a averagely large own not drop a large “Magic Ministry”-symbol embed envelope on his breakfast table.


As soon as he tried to burn the unopened letter, there were knocks at the door. And Draco would live forever reget his decision to open his door.


Standing there in an informal winter coat, looking slightly flushed because of winter coldness, with an unreadable expression to match, was the man he lived to loath, Harry Potter.


And so the trouble began.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 29th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
i love it!
Nov. 29th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
more pls!
Nov. 30th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
Uhhhhh..... And so the trouble began..... I want to know what's that trouble..... xD
Dec. 6th, 2008 08:16 pm (UTC)
Oh more please!!!
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