Life is Beautiful

Author's Note: sooo its been a while. But this is the last chapter. Well. Besides the epilogue… which I'm hoping will be posted soon. And for those of you who also read chat rules… my laptop crashed that had the next chapter in it, and manda and I haven't redone it yet… so that one also has one chap left, and then an epilogue. Im tryin. I have a month long break before I go back to school, and my goal is to get these two stories completed so I can start on my new plot bunny.

Summary: AU muggle! Harry lives in small suburbia. Draco, a big city boy, moves in next door. Draco is obsessive about filming everything and never goes anywhere without his camera. What happens when he takes an interest in Harry? SLASH DMHP. Not your typical Muggle High School Story.

Warnings: I don't really think there are any…

Disclaimer: I hate this part. I do not own Harry Potter, or any piece of any franchise related to it. I am just a fan writing a FANfiction. No copyright infringement was intended. No money is being made. Characters, however, are being warped by my mind and stuck in a situation that I own. Please don't plagiarize. If you like an idea, drop me a review and ask to borrow something.

Chapter 9: November Rain

If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

-Guns n Roses-

Tuesday, November 1, 11:23 pm.

Draco had been driving around for hours trying to find Harry. He didn't know where the boy went. Draco knew nothing of Harry had hung out before they had been friends, so he checked their haunts first; so far there has been no sign of him anywhere… and what's worse is that about fifteen minutes ago it had started raining.

Draco kept getting images caught in his head of a weak, broken, Harry; completely soaked and getting beat up by some homeless thugs that wanted drug money.

Where is he??

Draco couldn't give up. He would find Harry. He had to. He really didn't have much choice on activities anyway, so Harry Hunting was at the top of his list.

Finally after another twenty minutes of driving through residential tracks, he came to a park and saw a lone boy sitting on a swing, his head resting on the chain. Draco slammed on the brakes and jumped out of his car

"HARRY!" Draco yelled through the rain, not sure if his voice even reached the other boy. It must have because Harry looked over his shoulder and wiped his wet jacket sleeve across his face; an automatic reaction because of the rain, obviously, no one would have been able to tell he'd been crying. Draco got right next to him and Harry turned away. "Harry?"

"Will you just go away?"

"Harry, please-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"If I said I had to go to New York tonight, would you go with me?"

"What?!?"

"Would you?"

"Why do you need to go to New York?"

"Because… because I got kicked out too.

~*~

"Draco. Don't." Harry walked down the street, towards the park, unsure of anywhere else to go. Draco stood in the street. Crushed. What have I done?

Draco looked around; he wanted to run after Harry but his feet refused. His heart was in his throat and his head was pounding. He felt like he should being throwing up, but he couldn't remember eating anything since Harry's Halloween dinner. He decided he had been standing there too long to chase Harry by foot, so he turned towards his house and ran to the front door at break neck speed. He slammed open the door and went to reach for his keys hanging on the hook, but they were gone.

"Draco." Draco stilled, hearing his father say his name so cold made him freeze. "I just got an interesting call from the neighbors, and I didn't believe her until your little display outside."

"Father, I-"

"SILENCE! I tried to give you everything and instead you stole and trashed our family name and legacy. And now you are a worthless faggot. You are no son of mine. You have five minutes to get out of my house, and I never want to see you again."

Draco ran up to his room, knowing his father was counting the seconds until his five minutes was up. He had been kicked out before, but he knew this time… Lucius meant it. Draco grabbed a few changes of clothes and his most recent videos he had made with Harry and his video equipment (as much as would fit in a rather small bag), and a few other sentimental things. He grabbed his cash stash from underneath his desk. He threw everything in a duffle bag, went downstairs and grabbed his keys, then ran outside without a glance back at his father.

He inserted his key into the ignition and immediately called up the bank.

"Hi, this is Draco Malfoy, I need to transfer all my money into a new account."

He spent the next ten minutes or so giving the banker his information and getting all his savings transferred to a new account before his father could take it away. He had to get transferred to several managers as the massive amount of money he was moving needed to be approved, and any normal person would have to do a transaction of that size at the bank, but this kind of transfer was a normal occurrence with the Malfoys.

After his financials were set, Draco started his search for Harry. He would get them out of here.

~*~

"Please, Harry, come with me. We can be free of this horrible place."

"But what about money? How are we going to get there? WALK?"

"Did you not see me just drive up in a car?"

Harry glared at Draco and Draco's smirk immediately melted off his face. Harry continued his rant, looking for more excuses to say no… they were getting harder to find.

"What about school. We can't just stop going to school! We have no where to live. You can't just decide one day that you are gonna up and move!"

"I have money."

"Then why don't you just go; you don't need my approval." Harry looked away, listening to the rain pound on their shoulders. He looked up at Draco dead in the eyes; he looked so different without his glasses on. "Why are you even here?"

Draco was frustrated with Harry. Why couldn't he just shut up and go with him to New York? Didn't Harry understand how much he meant to Draco?

Draco decided the games were over. "Harry, I-"

"What?" Harry yelled, before lips crashed upon his. This was the first kiss that they shared, that both would remember, and it was wet. Wet and messy, but good and beautiful all the same.

"I'm very heavily in like you Harry, and I'd love to take you away from here." Draco whispered, his forehead resting on Harry's, "We can go anywhere you want."

"Anywhere?"

"Yes, anywhere."

"Can we…" Harry looked around wistfully; the clouds rolling slowly in the sky. "Can we go to London?" Harry bit his lip and looked away from Draco.

"Of course; London it is."

Wednesday, November 2, 4:42 am. Ontario Airport

Harry and Draco sat in their first class seats on a large jet waiting for take off. Harry was looking at everywhere and touching everything, like a young child; Draco mused as he watching the boy pushing all the call buttons.

"You're going to piss off the flight attendants if you don't stop that."

"Oh." That caused Harry to cease his touching. "I've just never been on an airplane before. Well. I suppose I technically have." Draco raised an elegant eyebrow, and waiting for Harry to explain. "My mom and dad met in London. He was born there, and mom was there for a study abroad program. They fell in love and got married, and once mom was pregnant with me, her student visa expired, so her and dad got on a plane and went back to her home in California. She was probably only two months pregnant at the time."

"Is that why you wanted to go to London?"

"Yes." Harry said and smiled at him. Then shyly he reached over and intertwined his fingers with Draco's, as i sign to let the world know that Draco was his, just as the plane detached from the airport and began to taxi to the runway.

"New York would have been easier, since I know people there. But London is a beautiful place and I've already got us a reservation for a hotel when we land. Then we can look for a place to live. We can figure out the rest of our lives later, for now, pay attention to the safety instructions and lean back; we have a long flight ahead of us."

ookay, sooo thats that. they are off to London... one more chapter to go, which is the epilogue... aaah epilogue!!!! anyway, review? i'd love to know what you think.