Demolition Lovers (A Draco Story) Introduction\Part 1

Draco Lucius Malfoy... oh, where do I even begin about that bloody git... He has been tormenting me ever since our first year at Hogwarts, calling me a "Gothic freak" every time he saw me in the halls or spied me in one of his classes. Whenever Malfoy would catch me by myself in the common room awake after midnight because of my insomnia, he would tease me ceaselessly about it. And he gets his idiot friends to bother me about the fact that I never smile about 10 times a day, and seeing that he is the unofficial Slytherin Prince, he has tons of pathetic followers. Yes, I do wear black. Yes, I do listen to bloody rock music. And everybody has a problem with that why? Anyway, it's been six years, and I am going into my seventh year after the blissfully long summer vacation. But guess what wonderful news I have just received from my bloody mother to spoil it all? She says I have to stay with the Malfoys - who are supposedly our "friends" - for the whole f.ucking summer while she and my father are away on some "business". Yeah, right. More like a sex vacation to Hawaii where they screw every night. On top of that, she says I have to be leaving. Right now.
awww. poor me.
So here I am, packing my bags for what shall be a very long and tedious summer. My CDs, a few books, lots of random clothes, and who knows what other junk went into my black leather suitcase, all stuffed and crammed together due to my lack of organization and failure to learn the charm for neatly stowing away things. I sigh, and look around at my endearingly messy room, as if it is the last time Im going to see it. The walls are covered with so many of my band posters that I can't even remember the original color of the wallpaper, which was presumably antique white like the rest of the house. The vanilla carpeting was littered with scraps of paper which I had written broken lyrics upon and my Fender acoustic guitar was propped upon the right wall. A computer desk and a flat screen monitor were lined on the farmost wall from my bed (yes, I do use f.ucking muggle stuff. it's fun... haha), which was sheeted with a black bedsheet and Green Day blanket along with a few fluffy pillows. I sigh again, blowing a strand of my long black hair away from my face, and pick up my guitar and begin to strum a song I had begun writing.
click.
Just as I was getting lost in the steady music and rhythm of my guitar, my mom's voice cut through the peace and brought me back to reality. "Laenora Ellen DeLucas! Get down here immediately! The Malfoys are expecting us. We should have arrived half an hour ago. What is taking you so long, young lady?" The sound of her footsteps coming up the long spiral stairs grew louder, and I quickly stuffed my guitar into its case and picked up the rest of my things, throwing them in the suitcase and slammed the lid shut. One problem, though. The damn zipper was stuck. "S.hit," I muttered, bending down and pounding on the suitcase lid and forcing it down, with perfect timing. My mom had come barging into my room (without knocking again, may I add) just in time to hear me utter the profanity. "Laenora, how many times have I told you to speak properly?" She said, silver eyes flashing angrily. "Yeah, whatever," I mumbled, picking up my guitar case and leather suitcase. "No, no, leave that here. We have no time for such nonsense; the house elves will bring it to the Malfoy manor for you." My mom said, ushering me out my room and downstairs. "So are we going by floo powder or what?" I said as we reached the spacious living room where one of our fireplaces was located at. "Yes, there is no time. Now go, your father and I will come right after you," she said, pushing me into the extinguished embers which made me cough slightly. I grab a handful of the powdery substance and throw it underneath me, and in an experienced voice shouted, "The Malfoy manor!"
And with that, the emerald flames whisked me off to what was going to be the wildest summer of my life.
ooo... what's going to happen next?

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