Disclaimer:
I own nothing except the plot...Yeah, I know, it's sad...
Warnings:
Slash (boyxboy), explicit sexual situations, abuse, mentions of rape
Summary:
Biased and slightly spoiled, Draco only realizes that there's a whole different world out there too, when it – literally – smacks into his face. Magic AU/OOC
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Chapter 1 - A queer night, indeed
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Walking quickly the young man's steps echoed loudly on the cold concrete sidewalk. His breath came short and created puffs of fog with every time he exhaled. Glancing back ever so often to check the barely lit road for followers he hurried along, intent on getting home before his parents woke up.
It was exactly 4:30 am now and at five, he knew, his mother would get up. She was a light sleeper and an early riser. Being a flight attendant did that to your sleeping habits. His dad wasn't really a problem. He'd been quite the rebel in his youth and he let people have their own experiences rather than trying to prevent anything and everything from happening. He'd always help you if you asked for it, though.
A glance to his wrist.
'Damn, I really have to hurry! My mom'll have my hide! Why I even still put up with this…' pulling his coat tighter around his body, he quickened his steps further, remembering the last time he had not been in bed when his mother had checked on him...suffice to say that it hadn't been pleasant.
But there was another reason for hurrying. His parents had warned him when they'd moved to this neighborhood, that there were quite a lot of thugs in the vicinity and that you could get robbed or even killed quite easily, if you were foolish enough to wander around alone at night.
Well, that wasn't exactly what he was doing now, was it. He had been at a party with some friends and had met this really cute girl. They'd talked a bit and then they had snogged a bit and then he'd checked the time. His rapid exit thereafter had reminded him of Cinderella in some grotesque way. The part that was true was the „alone" and the „night" part, which was probably the essential information of what his parents had said.
A sudden noise to his right made him jump.
Nothing could have prepared him for what happened at that moment. As he turned his head a tear-streaked face closed in on him and wet lips pressed themselves upon his own frozen ones in a tender kiss.
'What...?' was all his stupefied brain could spit out.
The next moment the lips had softly left his and the small-framed figure they belonged to was retreating into the alley to his right. Midnight black hair and too wide clothes was all that the stunned man saw from his „attacker". But what burned itself into his memory were those warm, moist lips tenderly descending on his. He was sure it had been a guy, though. The body that had, necessarily, been pressed against his had been male.
After the shock had worn off a bit, he tried to understand what had just occurred. Just jumping up and kissing random people wasn't normal. Why would anyone resort to such desperate measures? And why would a guy just jump another guy? Especially one who wasn't gay in the least? Once he realized that thinking about it didn't actually get him any answers, he started moving on toward his home, deciding that the kissing guy had already disappeared and therefore wasn't worth pursuing. Picking up his earlier pace he continued on his way.
'Jumped by a fairy...seriously, that's just about the strangest thing that's happened so far...!'
He'd heard a lot about gay people as a kid.
That they were disgusting, that they liked to suck a certain part of the male anatomy, that they were all sissies and many other - rather negative - remarks. Because of his one-sided impressions he'd assumed to be gay was something like an illness and definitely to be avoided at all cost. But as his comprehensive capabilities turned from a child's to a grownup's, he changed. He still believed strongly that gayness was bad in general and that he would fight it with whatever means necessary, but in addition a deep fear of the subject had made its way into his mind.
You see, in his hormone-filled world the idea, not that he had contemplated if, of course, of two males worshiping their bodies, having sex, wasn't as disgusting as he thought it should be. Up until now, he had never wanted to consider the implications and pursue the thought further. He knew that not finding two men together disgusting wasn't the equivalent of gay, but it did suggest a bisexual tendency at least.
He didn't want that. He also didn't want some queer guy feeling him up on the street, literally attacking his mouth! It was outrageous. And all that after the cute chick he had snogged just half an hour ago. He'd definitely rather have her curvy body pressed up against his! Who wouldn't?
'Denial.' An annoying voice jeered in his mind. He chose to ignore it.
Hurrying into his house as quickly and quietly as possible, he snuck into his room and softly clicked the door shut behind him. Not bothering with his clothes, as it was already five to five. He grabbed his covers and threw them over himself, hiding everything except his face.
And not a second too early, too. His mother, ever the vigilant care-taker probably suspected, or even had proof, of what her insolent son had been up to, as she slammed his bedroom door open with the remark.
"Don't test me, Draco! I'm not stupid!"
Said adolescent tried to look bleary and freshly roused from his sleep, but as his mother heaved an annoyed sigh and pulled the covers off her son's fully clothed body, he knew it was a useless attempt at evading her wrath.
"Damn it, kid! I don't know how many heart-attacks I can handle. I don't know how many more times I can wake up and - without knowing where you went – not find you in your bed, honey, you know that!" Her voice had taken on a desperate note and Draco could only sigh in defeat. Thrusting a hand into his white-blond strands.
"Mum, I know that! You've told me a million times. But I really, really wanna go out and enjoy my crazy parties and get drunk and everything. I wanna enjoy my teenage years, make...you know...my own experiences and stuff." God, if she'd only understand! Parents were supposed to give you your freedom from time to time!
"I understand , honey and I'll try and bear with you! But you gotta at least tell me where you're going, or drop me a note." She walked up to him and kissed his forehead. "Now go take a shower, you still smell like the rave you were at." And with that she left his room to go and make breakfast.
"But mum, it's five in the bloody morn-...and who told you I was at a rave?"
He never got an answer.
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Later that day, Draco was strolling down the streets of the suburb he lived in. He was going to meet up with his friends Pansy and Blaise. Turning a corner, he continued along the quiet main road of this wealthy part of town, when he noticed a lump of clothing lying in an alley, that definitely should have been cleaned away. He still wouldn't have considered going anywhere near the dark corner, had it not been for the wheezing breaths and the occasional moan coming from the aforementioned heap of clothing.
Frowning in confusion and curiosity, he slowly approached the alley and its occupant. With dawning apprehension, he took in the mop of black locks sticking out from the top of the bundle.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked softly, not daring to come much closer to what he supposed was his attacker from the night before. In his mind, even if it was, he wasn't just going to ignore someone's distress, no matter how queer they were. Not getting an answer – just a shudder and wheeze – he stepped a bit closer, still being very cautious. When he reached the figure, he asked again.
"Hey, you...are you okay? Can you hear me?" He spoke a bit louder now. And it worked. The clothes shifted and uncurled to show the overly largeness of them on the slight body of whomever this was. Slowly the mop of hair turned to reveal the most beautiful face Draco had ever seen.
Wait, beautiful? That wasn't right, was it? Especially because it very clearly belonged to a male. A young male, seventeen, by Draco's estimate. But his stupor was short lived. The owner of the lovely face was also very clearly very ill. Clammy pale skin seemed feverish, as did those beautiful green eyes. The mouth half open, ragged breaths that obviously cost a lot of energy came irregularly and made the boy's body shudder. Despite all this the sick youth tried to talk.
"I'm..." But before anything more could be said, the figure passed out, hitting their head on the hard stone of the alley ground.
Without thinking about possible dangers, Draco scooped up the slack body and held it cautiously against his, proceeding to carry it toward his home.
Pansy and Blaise would have to wait.
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Yeah, so I think the Malfoys could be a great family...potentially...
Anyhoo, this fic is so totally AU and OOC, that it doesn't really matter.
Drop me a review, need to know if I should continue this.
Thanks, everyone!
Sam ^_^
