Bad To The Bone

"On the day I was born

The nurses all gathered 'round

And they gazed in wide wonder

At the joy they had found

The head nurse spoke up

She said leave this one alone

She could tell right away

That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Bad to the bone...."

Bad to the bone – Georgie Thorogood.

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A black limousine slowed to a stop outside the front of King's Cross Station. The windows were tinted black and the body of the car was without the slightest speck of dirt. It quickly became apparent to those present within the station that whoever was in that car was obviously of the utmost importance. The driver, an impeccably well dressed man, hurried around to the vehicle's passenger side back door and opened it before standing back and waiting for the passenger to make their exit from the car.

A boy, no older than seventeen years, exited the car. He stood on the pavement and watched with a smirk on his face as the driver bustled around, lifting a trunk and owl cage onto a nearby luggage trolley. The boy studied the station around him with a look of disdain on his face, which only increased as he saw the people standing around watching him. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair which fell just above his eyebrows and fixed his black jumper before setting off at a fast paced walk into the station with his driver following quickly behind.

As soon as the boy had passed the barrier which separated Platform 9 ¾ from the other platforms within the station, he was met by another boy. Unlike the first boy, whose pale complexion, crystal clear grey eyes and fine blond hair made him quite the sight to set one's eyes upon, his friend was of quite the opposite appearance: a dark tanned complexion, blue eyes and curly black hair. While different in looks from his friend, this boy was undoubtedly not without his fair share of the ladies' attention.

The two boys greeted each other like brothers. The darker of the two speaking first, "Dude, where have you been all summer? I owled you, like, 50 times!"

The blond laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"I told you, Father and I were travelling around the world. He had important business to attend to and was in need of an assistant of sorts".

"Lucky sod! But anyway, here we are, the Hogwarts Express, our final year...our last chance to really rock this joint before we leave it for good..."

"My god, Zabini, you sound as if you are about to break out into some sad, pathetic, mournful song. You haven't gone soft over the summer, have you?" exclaimed the blond with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

"Soft? Me? How dare you even suggest such a thing. I was simply pointing out that we have a lot of mischief to do and not much time to do it in. I'm up for it, but the question is, daddy's boy, are you?"

"More than you know, my friend, more than you know."

As the two boys moved towards the scarlet engine, the blond boy's driver finished loading the trunk and cage and nodded a farewell to his passenger before disappearing back through the barrier. The platform was packed with students and their parents, who were bidding their kids farewell. The two boys, however, did not exchange any such farewells nor did they appear to care as they boarded the train. Why should they? Farewells had never been exchanged in the past.

The two boys found an empty cabin and shut the door upon their entry. They had only just settled themselves when the door was flung open again and two rather large boys entered the cabin.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Where the fuck have you two been?" exclaimed the blond boy who, now that they were no longer in the public eye, felt no need to continue on with the formalities of polite conversation.

"Ah, we were um...we were saying....ah," said Crabbe.

"Saying tearful farewells to Mummy and Daddy were you, boys?" inquired Zabini.

"Ah, yeah...kinda...yeah," answered Goyle.

The two large boys were almost identical in height and weight it would seem. The students within Hogwarts knew that you could find no two boys thicker then the likes of Crabbe and Goyle but the blond found a use in having them around. They had, on more the one occasion, been useful when a dirty deed needed doing, or as bodyguards against those with the audacity to speak out of line to the boy.

Once more the cabin door was flung open. There in the threshold of the door stood a young girl with a short black bob. She moved inside quickly and seated herself next to the blond.

"How was your summer, Parkinson?" asked the boy.

She fixed him with a seductive look and moved her hand to his upper thigh.

"I missed you a lot, baby. My nights weren't the same without you." And with that she began to kiss his neck.

The other boys - Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle - took this has a sign to depart from the cabin and quickly left. The boy sighed as her hand began to work at undoing the zip of his pants. He moved his hands behind his head as she quickly and expertly undid the buttons on his school shirt exposing his six pack. This boy, it was not hard to figure out, was lusted after by many girls, feared by many fellow students, and highly respected by his friends. He was determined, ruthless, and considered by most females to be a 'sex god'; a reputation he had lived up to on definitely more than one occasion.

Yes, Draco Malfoy, was most certainly bad to the bone.