Egoist Chapter 01
Title: Egoist
Part 1/22(33)
German Title: Egoist
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/DM/HP
Warnings: slash, humour, later on romance and a bit angst
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JKR. I don't earn any money with this.
Lyrics - Falco, of course! And yes, I did translate the song, because it’s a German one.
Summary: Draco Malfoy walks into the Great Hall and sings the song "Egoist" by Falco. However, this is just the beginning. I'm bad with summaries, I admit.
Comment: This Fanfiction is finished already - in German. I’m only translating it, so if there is something that takes time, it’s the translation, or the proof-reading.
There are 22 chapters, a Prologue, an Epilogue, one spin-off and as-of-now 8 side-stories: makes a total of 33 chapters (for now). I will translate the main-story first (of course).
Thanks to my betas KunoichiAddy and meicdon13
01. Egoist
Point of View:
1st Person; The Girl
Wondering if it’s true?
Of course it’s true! You should have seen it!
What?
Yes, how often do I have to say it?! Yes, yes, really! It really happened!
I can tell you everything!
Don’t push me, I’m going to tell you.
Alright, okay! Listen!
* * *
The Great Hall was filled with chatting students as always when it was time for breakfast. Everywhere the pupils talked about the recent rumours - the most scandalous one was about Goyle and Crabbe being a couple.
However neither one of the sidekicks were present to confirm or deny the rumour - though it wouldn’t matter because if they said “yes” they would be being honest and if they said “no” they would be lying.
I shrugged, when I heard about them, I wasn’t even interested in such trivial matters.
Besides this rumor, a Ravenclaw was said to have heard a Hufflepuff telling his friend that a Slytherin had seen Dumbledore and Snape in the potions classroom having an intimate talk in French. I chuckled while imagining it in my head. It was too absurd and disgusting - it had to be true, because only the truth could be that abhorrent.
All things considered, the topic of the rumors could have been narrowed down to the love life of certain students and teachers - Isn’t Hogwarts life pleasant?
To my surprise, there wasn’t even one rumour concerning one Harry James Potter. However that changed in the very moment a blond boy of sixteen years came sliding into the room and positioned himself in the center of the Great Hall.
All eyes fell on the admirable, wonderful, breathtaking, good-looking - erm… Slytherin with platinum blond hair and silver-gray eyes.
Ronald Bilius Weasley, sitting on the Gryffindor table, grimaced in disgust - though we all know what he must have really felt when he saw the stunning appearance of Draco Falco Leonis Malfoy de Douce Douleur[1]! Prince of Slytherin! Lord of the Snakes! Ice-princess of Hogwarts! And whatnot.
Anyway, let’s get back to the subject of our story, not that we distanced ourselves from it.
Draco Malfoy threw a look around, wanting to make sure that the attention of everyone present was turned towards him. After that, he searched for the Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die along the Gryffindor table, and as soon as Malfoy spotted him, the blond caught the green eyes with his own. A sneer was running over the Slytherin’s lips, and everyone in the Great Hall held their breaths, anticipating whatever was going to happen next. To public’s surprise, the two boys didn’t start throwing insults at each other, instead, Draco Malfoy - Lord of the Snakes! Ice-princess of Hogwarts! Prince of Slytherin! - withdrew a microphone from within his pocket.
In the background, an unknown music started to play and with one leap, Malfoy was standing on top of the Gryffindor table, walking towards the object of my… erm… his desire. Through the microphone, his clear-cut voice sounded.
“The whole world revolves around me, because I’m just an egoist-”
A few of the first and second years widened their eyes in wonder, though it was common knowledge that Draco Malfoy thought that he was the sun of our universe - well, he was hot enough for that - or the center of our earth - see comment about the sun. Yet, that he would actually publicly admit to it, was a shock to everyone. One glance at Potter, and I was a bit surprised to see that he sat motionless in his seat with his beautiful, green eyes wide-open in wonder. I looked back to the brilliant creature just a few feet away from the dark-haired boy, still singing.
“The person closest to me, that’s me, I am an egoist!” He was tapping with his foot on the table, waiting for his next entry, looking around with a smug look on his face.
“At the very top of the list, yes, that’s where I am.”
Every girl in the Great Hall, except for Granger was nodding when they looked at their list with the topic, ‘Most Shaggable Boy’ - but Granger was, as we all know asexual and only took company with books. They at least couldn’t resist her…well, most of them anyway.. To my surprise, Potter and Weasley were nodding too, but as soon as I took a peek at their list, I narrowed my eyes: ‘To Be Disposed of in Creative and Excruciatingly Painful Ways’.
“You have to pardon me, but I only love myself. And even though I am exceedingly and absolutely tacky-” At that part, a few sudents started to laugh, but Malfoy only reacted with a charming smile, as he continued to sing, “the only thing I bear in mind is AH! Me.”
Other students fell from their seats when they heard Malfoy’s moan, and a few started to blush. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my neighbor pulling on his clothes, and I threw a knowing look at him. He only sighed and banged his head repeatedly against the tabletop.
“Above my bed I affixed a mirror so that my own reflection can guard my sleep.”
A few obscene comments were thrown into the room - mostly from Gryffindor, but who doubted that? They have only one thing on their minds..
Malfoy ignored the interjections chivalrously and now stood in front of Potter who gaped at the singer.
“And I want to want nobody.” A disappointed wailing was going through the Great Hall, and some of the girls - and boys - left the room, crying.
“No - I want you to want me.”
The outcries that followed were ear-shattering, and I could only sit at my place, trying to resist the urge to hex everyone in the vicinity because I couldn’t enjoy the show with their squealing. Now really, when do you get to see a singing Draco Malfoy? Really!
“Until I get what I want I won’t keep still.”
With those words, he bent over the dark-haired wizard, touching his chin with one finger and closed Potter’s mouth. After that, Malfoy abruptly stood up and turned around.
“The whole world revolves around me, because I’m just an egoist. The person closest to me that’s me, I’m an egoist.”
Again, only the melody played in the background, and I wondered why none of the teachers had interfered yet. McGonagall sat stony at the Teacher’s table - still not over the shock, I guess - while Snape and Dumbledore were throwing heated looks at each other - guess that rumour was true after all. Speaking of rumours - Crabbe and Goyle…
I turned to look around, because wherever Malfoy was, his pets weren’t far and as soon as I spotted them, I wished I never had. With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I crossed out the rumor written on the Rumor List and searched for my wand. Surely, Obliviate I could use it on myself, right? Right? Damnit, why didn’t I listen to my teachers? Apropos teachers…
The remaining professors were either enjoying the show, or lying on the floor, blood dripping out of their noses.
“Love originates from ‘to love’ and I start with myself and if you are lucky.” Saying this, he looked back at Boy Wonder, - who has more luck than brains… which isn’t really saying anything - and kneeling down in front of Potter, he slowly leaned forward until their noses almost touched.
“It’s your turn eventually.” He whispered the words and breathed a kiss onto Potter’s lips, barely avoiding Ron Weasley’s fist that came at him. However he needn’t have worried about the angry redhead, because Seamus Finnigan lunged forward and tackled the jealous Weasley.
The face of the Irishman lit up when he looked at Malfoy, who smiled seductively, but the blond then turned his attention to the lyrics.
“Everyday I pamper my ego with a special cure.”
Again, everybody nodded. The ego-boosting of the blond boy was commonly known. It included, among other things, the reading of love letters that came on a daily basis and of relishing the compliments from his mirror [“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”].
“But mostly I give myself everything immediately and preferably-”
He again looked at Potter, fixed him with an intense stare, and almost purred the next word:
“-pure.”
“SURE!” Everybody in the Great Hall shouted, and Malfoy, a little surprised, smiled amusedly.
“Everyday that goes with my world view still intact, I get to know myself and fall in love again. The stars are writing my name into the night sky, for it to burn brightly in your eyes.”
That statement was, unsurprisingly, true. After all, he was named after a constellation, though most of the students couldn’t even detect the Ursa Major, whereupon I am not surprised that some are throwing questioningly looks at each other.
Yet, Malfoy ignored them and repeated the refrain, while several voices started to speak up at the same time.
“What is he?” - Sex god of Hogwarts, I tell you.
“What does he have?” - Oh, sex appeal, charm, money (very important!), silver-gray eyes - should I continue?
“What can he do?” - Won’t comment on this (see sex god!)
“What does he do?” - As it is, singing, and he is damned good at it!
“What is he saying?” - The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and me as his witness.
“Who does he think he is?” - I think he is pretty sure about who he is.
The music fell silent, and so did everybody in the Great Hall. Everyone who was still sitting in their seats and didn’t fall off, or flee the scene, stared at Malfoy. The air was thick with anticipation.
Malfoy jumped from the table, grimacing when he stepped over Finnigan and Weasley, and went towards the dark-haired wizard, who slowly turned around. Potter’s face was still screaming “What the hell?” while the blond boy just smirked. The eyebrows of the Gryffindor were twitching, and Malfoy just raised one of his own gracefully. Oh, I love it when he does that! Oh! Wiggle your eyebrows! Please, please, please! … Erm… whatever…
Malfoy moved with cat-like elegance, coming closer and closer.
Everybody was holding their breath, no one wanted to miss even one second.
“And if you are lucky,” he repeated the phrase, leaning into Potter. “It’s your turn eventually.”
The Gryffindor just blinked.
“I hope this answers your question, Potter.” And the Slytherin pressed a kiss onto the lips of Boy Wonder.
“Ah! What are you doing? Without tongue? Come on, only one little peck on the lips? I want a retake!!!” All eyes turned to me. Did I say that out loud…? Dammit. “Well, it’s true, isn’t?” I said sulkily, crossing my arms in front of my chest and glaring at everyone in the vicinity. “I just voiced what everybody was thinking,” I uttered under my breath.
* * *
Despite the odd looks I received all day long, it was still one of the best days I ever had! I hope I get a repeat of that one.
Now you know what had happened, but I’ve gotta go, before Filch or Mrs. Norris catches me!
* * *
Strolling along the corridors of Hogwarts after curfew was a dangerous thing, but when I suddenly heard voices from one of the classrooms I didn’t even care. Curious, I went towards the door and recognized the voices as Potter’s and Malfoy’s.
“Why did you do that? I thought-”
“Something is wrong with that sentence, Potter.”
“I am capable of thinking!”
“Sure…”
“Argh! I thought you were going to sing ‘I’m an asshole’?”
“It’s easier to admit to be an egoist than being a hole in your body. Furthermore, you didn’t say what I had to sing. You just said to do one song from the list. It was my choice.”
*unidentifiable noise*
“What?”
“You didn’t have to kiss me!”
“No, but it was fun.”
“Ron was puking!”
“As I said: It was fun.”
“Hermione wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether I was traumatized or not because of that! She mentioned something about ‘defilement of the soul’ and it being ‘psychologically ascertainable, that emotional disorders could result from Mephistophelian antics’.”
“… What?”
“Seamus kept asking me whether I would go out with him because I am blatantly gay!”
“Potter, I’m sorry that I am the one who has to break the news to you, but everything you do screams, ‘I’M GAY!’.”
*shrieks* “Does not!”
“...”
“...”
“So… what do you say about the reaction of that girl, Malfoy?”
Are they talking about me?
“I try to forget it.”
Hey!
“I’m trying to forget what Crabbe and Goyle did.”
Oh… yeah… me too… eww.
“Malfoy, did you see Snape and Dumbledore?”
“Yeah…”
“And McGonagall…!”
“Even worse…”
“And Filch!”
“Oh, that was sick! Poor kitty.”
I didn’t notice that… Dammit.
“Alright Potter, change of topic. I lost the last bet, and now it’s my turn to decide what either of us has to do next.”
“Your tasks are always too cruel.”
“The next person that loses the bet has to write a howler in which he has to confess his love for the other - lunchtime, Great Hall.”
“You are kidding.”
“Your answer?”
“… It’s on.”
Well, I think, Hogwarts will have lots of fun this year, I thought, turning around and continuing my way to the common room.
~Fin / Chapter 01 ~Egoist~
[Next] The One That I Want
[1] I stole that name from “Transfiguration” by Resonant. I just love that name, I’m honest. If Resonant wants me to get rid of it, just tell me and I will change it. Though I think I only use it once or twice in the whole FF O.o
Part 1/22(33)
German Title: Egoist
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/DM/HP
Warnings: slash, humour, later on romance and a bit angst
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JKR. I don't earn any money with this.
Lyrics - Falco, of course! And yes, I did translate the song, because it’s a German one.
Summary: Draco Malfoy walks into the Great Hall and sings the song "Egoist" by Falco. However, this is just the beginning. I'm bad with summaries, I admit.
Comment: This Fanfiction is finished already - in German. I’m only translating it, so if there is something that takes time, it’s the translation, or the proof-reading.
There are 22 chapters, a Prologue, an Epilogue, one spin-off and as-of-now 8 side-stories: makes a total of 33 chapters (for now). I will translate the main-story first (of course).
Thanks to my betas KunoichiAddy and meicdon13
01. Egoist
Point of View:
1st Person; The Girl
Wondering if it’s true?
Of course it’s true! You should have seen it!
What?
Yes, how often do I have to say it?! Yes, yes, really! It really happened!
I can tell you everything!
Don’t push me, I’m going to tell you.
Alright, okay! Listen!
* * *
The Great Hall was filled with chatting students as always when it was time for breakfast. Everywhere the pupils talked about the recent rumours - the most scandalous one was about Goyle and Crabbe being a couple.
However neither one of the sidekicks were present to confirm or deny the rumour - though it wouldn’t matter because if they said “yes” they would be being honest and if they said “no” they would be lying.
I shrugged, when I heard about them, I wasn’t even interested in such trivial matters.
Besides this rumor, a Ravenclaw was said to have heard a Hufflepuff telling his friend that a Slytherin had seen Dumbledore and Snape in the potions classroom having an intimate talk in French. I chuckled while imagining it in my head. It was too absurd and disgusting - it had to be true, because only the truth could be that abhorrent.
All things considered, the topic of the rumors could have been narrowed down to the love life of certain students and teachers - Isn’t Hogwarts life pleasant?
To my surprise, there wasn’t even one rumour concerning one Harry James Potter. However that changed in the very moment a blond boy of sixteen years came sliding into the room and positioned himself in the center of the Great Hall.
All eyes fell on the admirable, wonderful, breathtaking, good-looking - erm… Slytherin with platinum blond hair and silver-gray eyes.
Ronald Bilius Weasley, sitting on the Gryffindor table, grimaced in disgust - though we all know what he must have really felt when he saw the stunning appearance of Draco Falco Leonis Malfoy de Douce Douleur[1]! Prince of Slytherin! Lord of the Snakes! Ice-princess of Hogwarts! And whatnot.
Anyway, let’s get back to the subject of our story, not that we distanced ourselves from it.
Draco Malfoy threw a look around, wanting to make sure that the attention of everyone present was turned towards him. After that, he searched for the Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die along the Gryffindor table, and as soon as Malfoy spotted him, the blond caught the green eyes with his own. A sneer was running over the Slytherin’s lips, and everyone in the Great Hall held their breaths, anticipating whatever was going to happen next. To public’s surprise, the two boys didn’t start throwing insults at each other, instead, Draco Malfoy - Lord of the Snakes! Ice-princess of Hogwarts! Prince of Slytherin! - withdrew a microphone from within his pocket.
In the background, an unknown music started to play and with one leap, Malfoy was standing on top of the Gryffindor table, walking towards the object of my… erm… his desire. Through the microphone, his clear-cut voice sounded.
“The whole world revolves around me, because I’m just an egoist-”
A few of the first and second years widened their eyes in wonder, though it was common knowledge that Draco Malfoy thought that he was the sun of our universe - well, he was hot enough for that - or the center of our earth - see comment about the sun. Yet, that he would actually publicly admit to it, was a shock to everyone. One glance at Potter, and I was a bit surprised to see that he sat motionless in his seat with his beautiful, green eyes wide-open in wonder. I looked back to the brilliant creature just a few feet away from the dark-haired boy, still singing.
“The person closest to me, that’s me, I am an egoist!” He was tapping with his foot on the table, waiting for his next entry, looking around with a smug look on his face.
“At the very top of the list, yes, that’s where I am.”
Every girl in the Great Hall, except for Granger was nodding when they looked at their list with the topic, ‘Most Shaggable Boy’ - but Granger was, as we all know asexual and only took company with books. They at least couldn’t resist her…well, most of them anyway.. To my surprise, Potter and Weasley were nodding too, but as soon as I took a peek at their list, I narrowed my eyes: ‘To Be Disposed of in Creative and Excruciatingly Painful Ways’.
“You have to pardon me, but I only love myself. And even though I am exceedingly and absolutely tacky-” At that part, a few sudents started to laugh, but Malfoy only reacted with a charming smile, as he continued to sing, “the only thing I bear in mind is AH! Me.”
Other students fell from their seats when they heard Malfoy’s moan, and a few started to blush. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my neighbor pulling on his clothes, and I threw a knowing look at him. He only sighed and banged his head repeatedly against the tabletop.
“Above my bed I affixed a mirror so that my own reflection can guard my sleep.”
A few obscene comments were thrown into the room - mostly from Gryffindor, but who doubted that? They have only one thing on their minds..
Malfoy ignored the interjections chivalrously and now stood in front of Potter who gaped at the singer.
“And I want to want nobody.” A disappointed wailing was going through the Great Hall, and some of the girls - and boys - left the room, crying.
“No - I want you to want me.”
The outcries that followed were ear-shattering, and I could only sit at my place, trying to resist the urge to hex everyone in the vicinity because I couldn’t enjoy the show with their squealing. Now really, when do you get to see a singing Draco Malfoy? Really!
“Until I get what I want I won’t keep still.”
With those words, he bent over the dark-haired wizard, touching his chin with one finger and closed Potter’s mouth. After that, Malfoy abruptly stood up and turned around.
“The whole world revolves around me, because I’m just an egoist. The person closest to me that’s me, I’m an egoist.”
Again, only the melody played in the background, and I wondered why none of the teachers had interfered yet. McGonagall sat stony at the Teacher’s table - still not over the shock, I guess - while Snape and Dumbledore were throwing heated looks at each other - guess that rumour was true after all. Speaking of rumours - Crabbe and Goyle…
I turned to look around, because wherever Malfoy was, his pets weren’t far and as soon as I spotted them, I wished I never had. With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I crossed out the rumor written on the Rumor List and searched for my wand. Surely, Obliviate I could use it on myself, right? Right? Damnit, why didn’t I listen to my teachers? Apropos teachers…
The remaining professors were either enjoying the show, or lying on the floor, blood dripping out of their noses.
“Love originates from ‘to love’ and I start with myself and if you are lucky.” Saying this, he looked back at Boy Wonder, - who has more luck than brains… which isn’t really saying anything - and kneeling down in front of Potter, he slowly leaned forward until their noses almost touched.
“It’s your turn eventually.” He whispered the words and breathed a kiss onto Potter’s lips, barely avoiding Ron Weasley’s fist that came at him. However he needn’t have worried about the angry redhead, because Seamus Finnigan lunged forward and tackled the jealous Weasley.
The face of the Irishman lit up when he looked at Malfoy, who smiled seductively, but the blond then turned his attention to the lyrics.
“Everyday I pamper my ego with a special cure.”
Again, everybody nodded. The ego-boosting of the blond boy was commonly known. It included, among other things, the reading of love letters that came on a daily basis and of relishing the compliments from his mirror [“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”].
“But mostly I give myself everything immediately and preferably-”
He again looked at Potter, fixed him with an intense stare, and almost purred the next word:
“-pure.”
“SURE!” Everybody in the Great Hall shouted, and Malfoy, a little surprised, smiled amusedly.
“Everyday that goes with my world view still intact, I get to know myself and fall in love again. The stars are writing my name into the night sky, for it to burn brightly in your eyes.”
That statement was, unsurprisingly, true. After all, he was named after a constellation, though most of the students couldn’t even detect the Ursa Major, whereupon I am not surprised that some are throwing questioningly looks at each other.
Yet, Malfoy ignored them and repeated the refrain, while several voices started to speak up at the same time.
“What is he?” - Sex god of Hogwarts, I tell you.
“What does he have?” - Oh, sex appeal, charm, money (very important!), silver-gray eyes - should I continue?
“What can he do?” - Won’t comment on this (see sex god!)
“What does he do?” - As it is, singing, and he is damned good at it!
“What is he saying?” - The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and me as his witness.
“Who does he think he is?” - I think he is pretty sure about who he is.
The music fell silent, and so did everybody in the Great Hall. Everyone who was still sitting in their seats and didn’t fall off, or flee the scene, stared at Malfoy. The air was thick with anticipation.
Malfoy jumped from the table, grimacing when he stepped over Finnigan and Weasley, and went towards the dark-haired wizard, who slowly turned around. Potter’s face was still screaming “What the hell?” while the blond boy just smirked. The eyebrows of the Gryffindor were twitching, and Malfoy just raised one of his own gracefully. Oh, I love it when he does that! Oh! Wiggle your eyebrows! Please, please, please! … Erm… whatever…
Malfoy moved with cat-like elegance, coming closer and closer.
Everybody was holding their breath, no one wanted to miss even one second.
“And if you are lucky,” he repeated the phrase, leaning into Potter. “It’s your turn eventually.”
The Gryffindor just blinked.
“I hope this answers your question, Potter.” And the Slytherin pressed a kiss onto the lips of Boy Wonder.
“Ah! What are you doing? Without tongue? Come on, only one little peck on the lips? I want a retake!!!” All eyes turned to me. Did I say that out loud…? Dammit. “Well, it’s true, isn’t?” I said sulkily, crossing my arms in front of my chest and glaring at everyone in the vicinity. “I just voiced what everybody was thinking,” I uttered under my breath.
* * *
Despite the odd looks I received all day long, it was still one of the best days I ever had! I hope I get a repeat of that one.
Now you know what had happened, but I’ve gotta go, before Filch or Mrs. Norris catches me!
* * *
Strolling along the corridors of Hogwarts after curfew was a dangerous thing, but when I suddenly heard voices from one of the classrooms I didn’t even care. Curious, I went towards the door and recognized the voices as Potter’s and Malfoy’s.
“Why did you do that? I thought-”
“Something is wrong with that sentence, Potter.”
“I am capable of thinking!”
“Sure…”
“Argh! I thought you were going to sing ‘I’m an asshole’?”
“It’s easier to admit to be an egoist than being a hole in your body. Furthermore, you didn’t say what I had to sing. You just said to do one song from the list. It was my choice.”
*unidentifiable noise*
“What?”
“You didn’t have to kiss me!”
“No, but it was fun.”
“Ron was puking!”
“As I said: It was fun.”
“Hermione wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether I was traumatized or not because of that! She mentioned something about ‘defilement of the soul’ and it being ‘psychologically ascertainable, that emotional disorders could result from Mephistophelian antics’.”
“… What?”
“Seamus kept asking me whether I would go out with him because I am blatantly gay!”
“Potter, I’m sorry that I am the one who has to break the news to you, but everything you do screams, ‘I’M GAY!’.”
*shrieks* “Does not!”
“...”
“...”
“So… what do you say about the reaction of that girl, Malfoy?”
Are they talking about me?
“I try to forget it.”
Hey!
“I’m trying to forget what Crabbe and Goyle did.”
Oh… yeah… me too… eww.
“Malfoy, did you see Snape and Dumbledore?”
“Yeah…”
“And McGonagall…!”
“Even worse…”
“And Filch!”
“Oh, that was sick! Poor kitty.”
I didn’t notice that… Dammit.
“Alright Potter, change of topic. I lost the last bet, and now it’s my turn to decide what either of us has to do next.”
“Your tasks are always too cruel.”
“The next person that loses the bet has to write a howler in which he has to confess his love for the other - lunchtime, Great Hall.”
“You are kidding.”
“Your answer?”
“… It’s on.”
Well, I think, Hogwarts will have lots of fun this year, I thought, turning around and continuing my way to the common room.
~Fin / Chapter 01 ~Egoist~
[Next] The One That I Want
[1] I stole that name from “Transfiguration” by Resonant. I just love that name, I’m honest. If Resonant wants me to get rid of it, just tell me and I will change it. Though I think I only use it once or twice in the whole FF O.o