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Right ... if you go to www.nakamura-sakura.deviantart.com you'll find my writers blog website. You might find Gallery somewhere aorund the top: click on it and browse through my writing please? ...
Omgz! What you all thinks of me work so far?? The first one (Winter : Prologue) took about 20 minutes, but I'm dead pleased with it so far. Oh! ... it also helps if you've ever read Harry Potter!
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Wonderful fan fiction to keep you reading for ages!
Winter - Prologue
Harry Potter Fan Fiction ...
Author: Rachael Alice Phillipson (otherwise known as Nakamura-Sakura on www.deviantart.com)
Genre: Romance, humour, Suicide etc.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter (gay pairing).
Summary: Draco's MADLY in love with Harry. When Draco doesn't act, Pansy takes over, and slips Draco a potion that will not only change his body, but his life ...
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Pansy Parkinson
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“Pansy, it's a really bad idea ...” Blaise warns me, the lucky (or not) girl sitting next to him. Humming under my breath, I choose to completely ignore Blaise (that bastard; trying to screw up my plans!), and concentrate fully on the Draught of Hate that Professor Snape has assigned the class to create in Potions Class today.
Oh, God, I hate, detest, despise, loathe Potions – I can't do it for Merlin's own socks! Additionally, Blaise's presence certainly doesn't help, with his silly little petulant whining about my ingenious plan to bring Draco and the one he loves together ... oh, I'm so glad I don't fancy Draco anymore: I might not have been able to stand bringing him together with his dream lover! Hmm ... though I think I've managed to create the potion I've been working on by myself for the plan correctly ...
Even though I don't approve of him loving Harry bloody fucking Potter, of all people ...
Clearly exasperated - not that I care - , Blaise repeats; “It's a really bad idea ... I mean, what would Draco say?!” he added in a low voice, ever the voice of reason. Glancing behind me nervously, I spot Draco sitting at the back with Millicent Bulstrode - he must have been paired with her without his mutual agreement - and I give him a friendly wave (and he returns it) and then I whirl back around to face Blaise, my face transforming into a glare as my eyes rest upon those dark irises of Blaise's.
Breaking out of my apparent speech restriction, I reply firmly, but a little too audibly, “Draco is mad about him, Blaise bloody fucking Zabini! He wouldn't mind if I -”
But somebody intervenes with our little disagreement. “Parkinson, Zabini!” Snape snaps crossly, looking up for a second from his marking, his greasy black hair falling into his eyes. “End this insignificant discussion at once, and get back to your potion!”
Well, this fucking conversation is anything but insignificant, Snape, you miserable git, I think savagely, reluctantly returning to my potion, which is now a muddy brown color. Shit. My heart sinks as I realize that the complex concoction was definitely not supposed to turn out like that! Oh, Merlin! Possibly another detention!
Although I can still feel clogs of murky lumps at the bottom of my pewter cauldron, I desperately, furiously, resume my task of stirring the waste. Sighing in defeat moments later, I know that it's no use, and idly pretend to stir the useless potion, whilst really piecing my admittedly drastic - but necessary - plan together ...
Finally, after all classes are finished and night falls, I return to the Slytherin girls dormitory, a satisfied smile creeping on my face as I enter my own room (I have been given my own room as I am a prefect) and retrieve that potion from the bottom of my wardrobe, dismissing the security charms I had placed on it earlier ...
Straight away the next morning - though I did wake up at five in the morning as I am so eager - I grab the potion quickly and practically race myself down to the Great Hall. Luckily for me, Draco isn't in here yet. Yawning with relief yet tiredness, I take a seat at the Slytherin table and pour myself ... and Draco an identical drink of harmless pumpkin juice. However, our drinks aren't so identical when I secretively pour the potion into Draco's drink. Fortunately, the juice only changes color a little, making it slightly paler, so hopefully Draco won't be suspicious ...
Suddenly, Draco enters the Great Hall and plops down beside me, the picture of contentedness supposedly. “Hi, Pansy!” he greets me. Merlin, I don't know why Potter thinks he's a bad guy or something. True, he is insensitive to the Gryffindorks, but he can be really pleasant when he wants to be!
Returning to Earth, I welcome, “'Morning, Draco! I got you a drink,” I add sweetly, gesturing to the paler of the two glasses of juice.
“Thanks, Pansy, I'm absolutely parched!” he says gratefully, and downs the lot of the juice in one. I contain a smirk as he pulls a face, his wide silver eyes narrowing as he tastes the sabotaged juice.
“That one tasted a bit weird,” remarks Draco, frowning. “I-”
However, he's cut off, when he suddenly slumps in his seat and faints, his face growing a little more white. Oh, shit! Is it supposed to do that?! I merely watch in horror and guilt as someone calls Madam Pomfrey, and she hurries over to Draco, and levitates him with a charm to the hospital wing ...
