The Untouchables

Chapter 1: Bad Boys Of Hogwarts

Welcome to The Untouchables!

The story is AU seventh year Hogwarts with no Voldemort. Just a lot of teenage humor, love, hate, and drama. Draco, Blaise, Harry, and Ron all are close friends, and Ginny's birthday is December 30, so she can be 9 months younger than Ron and be of age sooner in the story. I need them all to be of age.

This is also going to be a story that introduces a character that I made up so I completely own her. Her name is Rashida Nafretiri Mosi, and she is an Egyptian pureblood descendant of Ramesses II and transfers from the African wizardry school of Uagadou. I hope you like her because I love her already and she may end up with a fic of her own.

As always, the characters and the world belongs to J. K. Rowling (unfortunately smh). And I don't own the Joker quote from 1989's Batman, which will be in bold. I only own Rashida and the plot.

On with the fic :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2021: JUST SO YALL KNOW, ALL OF THE STORIES POSTED ON HERE WERE WRITTEN BEFORE SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED CAME OUT TO BE A TERF AND DISAPPOINTED US ALL, SO MY VIEWS AND STANNING OF HER HAS VERY MUCH CHANGED. PLEASE DISREGARD ALL PRAISES I GIVE HER IN MY INTROS. THANK YOU!!

On a lazy, surprisingly warm day in November, four kings of Hogwarts sat under a tree near the lake conversing, as they watched the giant squid swat at the migrating birds that flew low enough to feel its tentacles.

They sat laughing at one of the boy's latest conquests that had been successful. Blaise Zabini had finally penetrated the walls of the shy and now not so innocent Luna Lovegood, a feat that all but one had tried to do since their 4th year.

"Zabini, you are one lucky bloke you are." said Harry Potter, ruler of his kingdom and self proclaimed seeker god. He sat back, vibrant emerald eyes locked onto his practice snitch as he would let it go and only let it fly just so far without snatching it out of the air. He moved his unruly jet black hair fringe from out of his vision.

Blaise smirked, satisfied by all the praise he was getting. His midnight blue eyes looked down upon his loser friends and his sepia skin seemed to shine in the sunlight, making him look almost bronzed, thus boosting his ego even more.

Ron Weasley, Harry's best mate and whom some called Quidditch keeper king, sat against the tree they were under, rolling his sapphire eyes at his Slytherin mate’s cockiness. The tips of his red hair shone like flames as the sun hit them at the right angle, making his length look like phoenix wings.

"It was nothing." said Blaise, smugly. "Just a couple sweet words, and she was putty in my hands."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Zabini." scoffed Draco Malfoy, resting on his pale arms. He gazed at his best friend, steel toned eyes clearly unimpressed,  as he ran his fingers through his blindingly platinum blonde hair. "It only took you three years. And Looney isn't the brightest bulb."

"And yet she's a Ravenclaw and you're not." commented Ron. "You're only saying that because she was way too smart to fuck with you."

Draco sneered at the freckled git. "She was definitely stupid. Who wouldn't want to have a go at me?"

"Them." said Harry, pointing towards the side entrance.

The boys looked in the direction Harry was pointing. Draco scoffed, Blaise licked his lips, and Ron suddenly looked nervous as three witches approached their group.

"Ah yes. The sacred three." said Blaise.

"You mean the untouchable trio." joked Harry.

"A bunch of prudy bitches is more like it." mumbled Draco.