Corrupting Perfection

Chapter 1

          Draco Malfoy was fed up. He was sick of getting hate mail, that's why he was currently sitting in the home of his best mate Blaise Zabini getting tipsy on too much Firewhiskey. "They act like I'm going to bring down the reputation of Hogwarts now that I'm the Potion's Master. Merlin Blaise, you'd think I was the bloody Dark Lord or something." Draco huffs and takes a swallow from his glass. "Well, your father is one of the most hated men in the Wizarding World, Drake. And you have the Dark Mark. It's only natural that people would be wary of you working there, mate. I mean, it makes sense, seeing as how the Dark Lord corrupted the place after Dumbledore died. McGonagall is only offering you this because you NEWTs were so good. But think about this....you'll be the bloody Head of Slytherin House. You'll be a professor Drake." Draco listened to what his best mate said, and it made him feel a bit better, he was just really nervous about stepping into his godfather's shoes. "I had too much time on my hands before. This'll give me something to do. Other than be the head of the Malfoy family. I just don't know how the other professor's will feel about working with the Slytherin Ice Prince." Blaise laughed as he brought up the nickname that Draco had been given by a spiteful Gryffindor while at Hogwarts. "It's not funny Blaise. Do you realise that Milicent Bulstrode still calls me Your Highness whenever we see each other? It's bloody infuriating." He says, all but pouting. "Oh come off it Drake. We all know that you enjoy the hell out of it. Having people refer to you as a prince was always something you liked to brag about in school." Blaise says pouring them both another glass.

          Suddenly the fire turned green and Pansy Parkinson stepped out brushing off her pale pink robes. "Well, Draco, how nice to see you! And congratulations on getting the Potions position at Hogwarts. I was just coming to tell you Blaise dear, that the Saviour of the Wizarding World is now the Auror in charge of the Hogwarts division. They have an office in Hogsmeade now. Bloody paranoid of the Minister if you ask me, completely unnecessary." Draco internally melted at the mention of his former school nemesis. For years he had denied that he was gay, but in his sixth year at Hogwarts it became impossible to deny, after far too many nights wanking to the image of unruly black hair, and emerald green eyes. He was startled out of his thoughts by a vicious pinch to his left nipple. "Ow Pansy! What the hell was that for?" He demanded narrowing his grey eyes in a famous Malfoy glare. "You were ignoring me." She said shrugging her shoulders as if that was a perfectly fine reason to pinch someone's nipples. Blaise rolled his eyes at Pansy and her obsessive need to be the center of attention. Pansy shrugged again and said, "Anywho, I asked if you boys read the Daily Prophet today." Draco shook his head as he answered. "I don't often read that stupid rag, half of what they report isn't true anyway." Blaise just grabbed the Prophet from the table beside him. "You want the third page." He opened it and his eyes widened comically before he laughed. "Well, it seems The Boy Who Defeated The Dark Lord is gay. That's good for you Draco." Pansy looked at them both, as if trying to figure out what they were referring to. Thankfully Pansy wasn't half as nosy as she had been when they were at school and let the matter drop.

          Draco fought to keep from smiling. Six months ago the Prophet had reported on his homosexuality having gotten wind of his brief relationship with his friend Theodore Nott. The article had reported it in a way that made Draco's sexuality another reason to hate him. Like his enemies needed another reason to despise him. He snorted, the sound earning him a look from Pansy and an attractive eyeroll from Blaise. "So Harry Potter is an Auror. How lovely. Now not only do I have to worry about vicious hate mail, now I have to worry about Aurors coming to raid Malfoy Manor. Mother's going to love this. And on top of this I have less than two months to get ready for Hogwarts in September. This is gonna be a nightmare." Draco dreaded his mother's reaction, she was probably already worrying herself sick about how to keep the Aurors away. "Back up Draco. Hate mail? Who would send you hate mail love?" Pansy said as if it was the most ludicrous thing she'd ever heard. "Only every single one of Potters devoted fans. I get at least three Howlers a day." Draco growls slightly remembering to be pissed about it. Pansy had the decency to look sympathetic and Blaise refilled his glass. "I'm so sorry Drake. That's awful. Are you ok?" Pansy asks, a concerned look in her brown eyes. "I am. I'm a Malfoy, remember? Hate mail has always been a part of my life. As terrible as it is, I'm used to it now. Just not used to the hate being directed at me is all." He grimaced as he remembered the way, that when he was younger, his father had a spell weaved into the wards of the house that caused all hate mail to instantly catch fire. Now that he was the head of the Malfoy family he understood the need for such a spell and made a mental note to make the addition to the wards the moment he got home that night.