THE WRONG BLONDE:

Author's Note: Okay, so here is my first (posted) fan fic, and where better to start than with some angsty Mansex! This fic is in honour of my lovely batman, Akimoto Ayumu (aka Megan) I LOVE YOU!

Btw, bold is Draco's thoughts... Everything else is authors POV. I think. Maybe. Yeah. Ok, orgy time. ORGY TIME ORGY TIME OR- Weren't you saying something? Oh right. Story time, not orgy time. That's my other fanfic. Draco, would you care to do the honour? Sure. Sunshine Aki does not, has not, and never will, own Harry Potter or any such related characters. If she did, there would be much more gay mansex, I (Draco) would be forever topless, Harry would be her pet, Ginny would have died instead of Fred, Dobby would live to forever kick ass, Ron would have made a move on Hermione in 3rd year, and Neville would marry her (Sunshine). I so would... Hurrrrr... I love my Neville... That's... Disturbing. And why would I have to be topless? Because, I find your chest immensely edible. Again, kind of disturbing. Shut up Draco.


A Slight Misinterpretation. Chapter 1: The Wrong Blonde

Bill was sweating. He sweats a lot. I've noticed that whenever he gets... Exited, I guess you could say, he gets all feverish, almost sickly.. But that tends to go away once... Well, I'm sure you know how we solve that, now don't you? I think it must be the werewolf in him. Oh, I just find it so sexy...

Bill grunted heavily against his lover. His large, strong arms held up his muscular body above the much smaller, gentler, more fragile body beneath him. He loved the feel of his lovers body, beautiful silvery blond hair, eyes that shone with passion... He pulled one long, slender leg up to wrap around his hips so he could run his scarred tan hand up the soft, milky thigh. He gently caressed his lovers face and ran his fingers down the smooth white span of unmarred flesh down to a taunt stomach & dipped his finger into the small belly button which he knew to be his lovers most sensitive spot, other than the obvious ones of course. He continued his sweet love-making, basking in the peace and serenity caused by the soft moaning and quiet mewls from the sweat-covered beauty that lay with him. He felt it coming. The wave of ecstasy took them both.

"BILL!"

"Fleur!"

"... What?..." *CRASH!*

Bill had looked up to see a tray of tea fall. At first he thought it to be the housekeeper, she had walked in on Bill before, and every time she would drop something. To his dismay however, it was not the housekeeper who was standing in the doorway to Bill's small home office. Standing in the doorway, tears running down her face, was Bill's own wife.

For you see, it was not his wife Fleur that was still lying on the couch, it was a very different fair blonde beauty. Lying on the couch, flushed with sated satisfaction and innocent horror of being caught, was none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.

"Fleur, I'm sorry, it's not-"

"It's not what it looks like? Ya. Right. Of course it isn't."

"Mrs. Weasley, I-I-It's not Bills' fault!" Draco stammered, hiding behind the robe he hastily picked up after noticing her.

"Of course it isn't his fault you stupid little prat! You seduced him, you tried to take him from me didn't you, you little under-age whore!" she spat the words before spinning viciously back to Bill. "How long?"

"..."

" 'Ow long!" Her French accent got much stronger when she was angry, making her more frightening.

Bill gulped. He was actually scared, not for himself but the barely of age boy behind him. 18 years old as of only 2 months ago, it wasn't terribly acceptable to be together, but if anyone found out how old Draco had been the first time... Bill would be sent to Azkaban, or even a muggle jail... "At the end of the school year. Just after the award celebration..." It was mostly true...

"So ven you went to see Ron, you ended up fucking his enemy? A Death Eater's son? OUR enemy? Zey killed your brother, but you'll still fuck one of zem?"

"Draco never killed anyone! He didn't want to do any of that, he only wanted to save his family!"

"I do not care Bill Veasley. You... You disgust me!" and with that she threw something at the floor and stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut so hard it echoed all through Shell Cottage.

Bill went over and picked the small object up.

"What is it?" Draco asked quietly.

"It's her wedding ring..." He walked back to the couch and kneeled next to it. "It's all my fault Drakey... I should have told her... I'm such an idiot..." He laid his head on Draco and wrapped his arms around his small waist. Draco felt something wet on his stomach. It took a few moments to realize it wasn't the now cool remnants of their early activities, but hot fresh tears spilling from his werewolf's eyes. He held Bill close, petting his wolfs long red hair that was plastered to his shoulders by cold sweat.

I love you...

What have I done?


Alright, that's the first chapter up!

You do realize the only person who will read this is that muggle friend of yours, Megan.

Shut up Draco, or I'll do something horrible to you in later chapters.

Oh come on, what could you do?

Do you remember the HarryxBill story we read last week?

You wouldn't DARE.

Oh, but I would. I hate Mpreg stories, they always make the prego into a girly, whiny little bitch, but I'll do it. You know I will.

You are so evil...

Yup! Anything else?

Yes, just one thing. Why the BLOODY HELL am I the receiver?

Ha-ha, you have to ask? Come on, you practically OOZE uke-ness.

Do not! I'm totally just as manly as the Weasley boy!

Draco. First, don't call him the Weasley boy, he's 10 years older than you. Second, if me and you had sex, you'd STILL be uke. You're just a very small, thin, graceful young man.

But Sunshine, you don't count! You're bloody manly as... Well actually, none of the Harry potter characters are very manly, but you're still too manly to count. You're... Chuck Norris compared to them. And how am I a young man? I'm 5 years older than you.

*Sigh...* Too true, too true... And it's 3 years. Anyway, we need to stop fighting. There is more fighting between us than there is story.

*:P*

So, faithful readers (haha) do you think I should do a Mpreg? I don't like them cuz the preg is always too idiotic, but if I did it, I'd be able to change that, so it's really up to you. Lemme know! Also, can you imagine Chuck Norris as somebody's uke? X) I don't think that's possible.

XD I appologize that there is as much crazy ranting to myself as story, but other than the disclaimer, there will be no more A/N and the chapters will be longer...