geniesmartass

I do not own Hogwarts, Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy, I just like to play with them sometimes. They belong to J. K. Rowling. “ Pott--Harry?” “Malfoy? Just go, I’m in no mood.” Harry Potter was sitting by the lake at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was sitting there crying and had been for some time now. “That Mudb--friend of yours, Granger, is looking for you.” This wasn’t entirely true, but Draco had seen Harry leave the castle earlier with his head hung. Draco knew that harry wanted to be alone now, but it was too good of a chance to pass up. It was the first time for quite a while

Snow was starting to fall upon Paris. November wasn't over just yet, but there was something magic in the air for the strange duet that occupied the lively city. Lucille stepped into Raoul's truck with bags heavy with wine, flowers of all sorts, and a variety of food. "Planning a special dinner for both you and the flea?" Her childhood friend, and sometimes rival, smirked. Lucille didn't like Francoeur being called a flea. Just because of his strange origins and appearance people wanted to place him in the same ranks as the blood-sucking insects he had been derived from. Though Raoul was behind the reason for Francoeur's existence he couldn