Intro: this was a single chapter, but it got deleted. So here are the stats:
This is a SLASH fic. It involves Draco and Harry (who else?) if you have any objections to this pairing, then please press the back button on your browser now.
Their relationship will be gradual, but eventually it will get passionate. This means possible R factor.
I'm not actually sure about the plot yet, as I have only written a chapter very far into the story, I now have to develop the story, so am open to some suggestions. Please review with ideas, or email me at [email protected].
What have I forgotten, um… *thinks *… *gives up thinking*
I have a confession to make, I Am J.K. Rowling's Father!!!! Ok, sorry...
I AM J.K Rowling!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *laughs manically* I own Draco!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*recovers from random fit of madness* I do not own Harry or Draco *sobs...* so don't sue me, Please!!!!!!!!!!!!
This story has ingrained POVs a lot. I ALSO HAVE MANY DIFFERENT THOUGHT STREAMS LONG WITH THE NARRATION, HERE IS A KEY:
NORMAL TEXT.
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STRESSED WORDS IN SPEECH
HARRY THOUGHT
DRACO THOUGHT
A/N, OR PROPHESY OF SOME KIND.
I already have a beta-reader. Please welcome to the stage… the Wonderful… Anniacuru!!!!! You really should check her work out if you like LOTR. But Anyway, on with the show….
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Welcome to the story, please enjoy, and review at the end.
Just a reminder:
Draco thought.
Harry thought.
Stressed speech
Normal.
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CHAPTER 1.
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Another day, another fight; it seems so monotonous. I don't even have to think about it anymore. He would sneer, and do his "oh-so-famous" smirk; I just don't care anymore, and would walk away to fight another day… again…
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Another dull day, another boring lesson. That's why I evoke these conflicts; they at least break the tedium…. Oh, there he is now, surrounded by his bloody friends, damn them!!!! Anyway, I'll fix them, they're definitely too happy for a morning with double potions. I don't mind that much, but then again, Snape doesn't despise me. Oh well. Here we go again…
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"Hey, Potter, Has your scar hurt today? It would be an awful shame if it hadn't, because then your friends would have to go find someone else to chum up to, to find out what's going on with Voldemort!" Draco decided to get the jeer over and done with, before the lesson, so Weasley would be fuming, and hopefully mess up the work.
"That was uncalled for, Malfoy. Harry knows that we would never just be his friends for info on V-V--v His movements!" Typical, that beaver filth would stick up for Potter…
"What, Scared, Granger? Won't dare to say his name in case he'll hear you?"
Harry had had enough, "Shove off, Malfoy, or the next time your father tries to kill me, I'll inform him of you socialising with a 'Mudblood' like Granger"
Hermione looked put out by her idol's words. But she tried not to show it. The idol himself, was trying to persuade his lapdog not to attack me. Like it would matter anyway, he's hopeless at everything. I was about to point this out, but our dearest Professor swept into the room.
"Everyone, be quiet." Cheery as always… "Today we are learning a complicated potion, so interruptions will not be tolerated! Pair up, Granger, Parkinson, Malfoy, Potter. And Potter, try not to mess it up for Malfoy, because you are both going to have the same mark." No Fair! "Begin!" the instructions appeared on the board to a very complicated looking potion for serenity. He was right, it was a tricky one. And it required teamwork. Why couldn't he have just not tried to torture Potter today? He'll mess this up completely!
Harry turned to his partner begrudgingly, and said rather tiredly, "Malfoy, try and shut up, it would be a pity for you to receive my usual marks for this subject; it would mar your perfect record!"
"Then let me do as much of it as I can, so you don't mess it up" he shrugged and sat down, watching me. It was unnerving. "Stop staring at me"
"Why?"
"Do you want good marks or not?" I snapped. Unlike him, I had parents breathing down my neck about my grades. It would not bode well for me to fail. My father wanted only the best from me, I don't see why, according to Snape, my father had rubbish grades for everything but some horticulture course and that was only because he was banging the teacher. I shuddered. Yuck…
I don't actually think Potter cares about if we fail, damn the idiot anyway. I worked at the potion while he sat there watching me. It was really annoying, but I hadn't the energy to yell at him. "It's your turn now. You Have to work too, you know." He stood up. Wow, he's taking orders! "Pour this in on the count of three, one, two, Three…" he poured the ingredient into the cauldron as I did. The mixture turned a disgusting beige colour. But it was correct. So I didn't mind. He sat back down and recommenced to watch me.
I finally snapped, "Potter, I know I'm beautiful, but I wouldn't like to hear it from you!" although it would be damn funny.
"huh? Oh, sorry Malfoy." Typical, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying, and was off in his own little world, probably full of little happy bunnies singing 'la, la la' but wait, had he apologised? Obviously in his messed up world, you don't recognise people. Hello? I'm his enemy. His rival, and he still apologised, I wonder what's going on in his mind right now, I bet he is thinking about his 'friends' and what he would do with them now. I wonder…
"SHIT!!!"
I had just poured about twenty times the proper amount of some green stuff into the cauldron. It turned a bright yellow. Snape practically ran over to see why I had sworn. At my yell, every other student who had been working in the silence dropped their ingredients into their cauldrons. Many were about to explode, as were their owners…
"To what to we owe this interruption, Malfoy" he looked furious.
Crap, I was in trouble. Snape's sickly sweet tone was only used when he was about to yell someone deaf. Either that, or make them try their concoction. I hoped he would blame Potter.
"Sir, it was Potter's fault!" he distracted me! "He left me to myself. I can't do this potion alone, and he wasn't helping. I really tried…" sucking up was demeaning, but, the end defeats the means.
"I have no doubt of Potter's guilt, but, your expletive caused everyone else to fail. I will retake this potion test at lunch. And you will not attend." Bastard! "You will go to Dumbledore now." Huh? Me? In Potions? "You too Potter. Detention and 20 points off Gryffindor and it hurts me to say this, 5 off Slytherin. My lessons will not be messed up by infant rivalry. This potion is for Peace. You have caused Chaos. Now go." Bloody hell, what's up with him?
Potter left with no objections, I guess he's used to it by now. In my head I hummed a song I had once heard travelling through London. 'We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Hogwarts!' I know, it's lame, but I had to cheer up. The headmaster's pet beside me would probably get off Scott free. And I'd be left with an irate potions master in detention. My father would kill me…
We arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office. I reeled off a dozen or so sweets before Potter stepped in.
"Allow me…" he said exactly the same sweets as I had said, but at his voice, the door opened. Voice bloody activated, he probably set it for sweets to make you look ridiculous.
I pushed ahead and went into the head's office. It was shabby to say the least. Worse than last time I came, but that was with my father, he probably tidied it up for that meeting. The colours were mixed; each wall was a different house colour. His desk was by the Gryffindor wall. Figures…
"What are you two doing in here?
Methinks you back away in fear."
The stupid sorting hat was leering at me. It looked ridiculous. I guess that's a theme in here. Potter, on the other hand, was intrigued, well, he doesn't see magic every day, does he? Moron.
"Can you only speak in rhyme? Isn't that hard?" bloody hell, he was talking to a hat, how sad can you get?
"Yes, 'tis true. But do not despair
It is a life grand and fair,
To foretell wizards destinies
It's an honour. I need no fees!
But you two are warring foes,
I feel tension in my toes." Pathetic rhyme!
"You don't have toes! All that to make a couplet! You're nothing but a stupid hat!"
"Shhh, I want to hear what he says!" can Potter get more childish? "Go on," Harry urged on the hat.
"Ahem,
Methinks your partner does like to hear
So if you want, come more near." Harry walked up to the hat on the shelf, curiosity burning in his emerald eyes.
"Time has come to be nice not mean,
You'll know it when silver meets green."
"But what do you mean?" Harry was trying to decipher the message, "I don't understand! Green and silver, I don't get it!" how dense can you get? He was leaning on a wall of those colours… it meant be nice to Slytherin, moron. I decided to let him figure it out. He looked so perplexed at the 'prediction' by the senile hat. Those Gryffindors, honestly! But I wished the hat hadn't stared at me, it was starting to get really annoying.
"Welcome to my office, I hope you have had an enlightening time" man, the Head really should get that eye twitch fixed… "Now, why, may I ask, are you here? As if you didn't know.
Immediately Harry answered, "Snape sent us, we got distracted in Potions." Suck up.
"Fighting again?"
"No, just getting a potion wrong." True, but making others do so as well. Like I'm gonna mention that.
"All right, you received a detention? I'll talk to Professor Snape about it. The deductions of your house points will remain though. You may go" could be worse. I could have been stuck with Potter in detention. I wonder why Snape was so aggravated today, I mean, Longbottom messes up every lesson, without my help. Another stress related problem of the adult world, I'll pass.
The Headmaster watched them leave with twinkling eyes.
"Oh, and boys? Stay out of trouble."
Will do… Not.