First Shot

First Shot

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MatureOngoing14m

Last published Mon, Sep 14, 2020

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365 Dni (Days) AU 3 years ago **** Draco Malfoy stood on the roof top of an abandoned building, looking out on the sea shore. The sea was calm, the sun setting on the horizon. They sky turned a mixture of yellows, pinks, and purples. As he looks through the binoculars, something catches his eye, he quickly moves his gaze to the figure. There, was the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on. The figure has dark brown short hair, amazingly green eyes, and light freckles splashing their face. Judging by their face, the figure is a girl, but the short hair suggest different. Malfoy looked down at the person's body, to find a feminine body, but judging by the chest shape, it was a boy. The body was covered in a cropped white top, and a tropical flower printed shorts. Followed by a pair of brown sandals. The blond haired man is pulled out of his thoughts when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He reluctantly turns around to find his grandfather, Damion Malfoy. "What are you looking at, my son?" The older Malfoy ask. The Malfoy. The great mafia family of Sicily. The Malfoy family has been running it since Draco's great grandfather took over it in the 1930s. Draco handed the binoculars to the elder and pointed to where he was looking at the beauty. Even from that far, Draco could still see the mop of curls and green eyes. "Ah. Son. You know what I have always told you. Those beauties. They're hell for the wallet." The older Malfoy chuckles while speaking. He then puts the binoculars down and grabs Draco's shoulders and forces him to look at him. "Listen Draco. You need to stop with pleasure and games. One day, this will all be yours. I won't be there for-" Suddenly, a boom sound racks the air. Then Draco's face has splatters of blood on it. He looks to see his grandfather slumping into him. That's when he feels the pain in his side. He starts to feels dizzy and weak, and slumps back and lands on the floor. ****

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