~-ALL BECAUSE OF THE COFFEE-~
-DarkBryna1724-
Hiya everyone! I decided to try my hand at a Harry Potter fanfic, and this is the result. Please be gentle, it's my first one that isn't Card Captor Sakura or Digimon. Um, it's a slash fic, with Harry and Draco. Yeah, I used to think Harry and Ginny looked good together, but I guess both are fine. And it was kind of fun to write one with Harry and Draco, all the conflicting personality and all.
Well, this fic is set in the summer after their seventh year. Yeah, I know only the fifth book has come out so far, but I wanted to write a fic that sets place after it all. I guess to kind of give it an air of 'maybe this could happen'. Whatever the reason, that's when it's set.
So, to give warning, this is a PG-13 fic. Some mature themes are involved, including slash between Harry and Draco, and there is swearing and violence involved. So if you don't like any of this stuff, especially male/male relationships, hit the back button and leave! Otherwise, enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: No, I don't Harry Potter or any other characters. That right belongs to J.K Rowling...
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It was night, and Harry Potter lay on his bed, thinking about nothing in general. It was his first night in his new apartment. School had ended only two weeks before, and he'd spent those two weeks at the Weasley's household. But he'd begun to get restless, and knew he needed a place of his own. Hence, his own apartment on a side street just off Diagon Alley. Apartment number 24 in Zenos Apartments on Trey Street.
Harry felt alone, though, missing all his friends. But he didn't want to bother any of them, they were all busy. Hermione and Ron were engaged and planning their wedding for the next summer. Ginny was off with her friends on a summer vacation. And the others, well, Harry didn't feel like intruding on any of their lives. So many people were cleaning up after the last battle with Voldemort. There had been a great many deaths, although most of those had been caused by the Death Eaters. Luckily, Voldemort had been defeated and the Death Eaters either killed or sent to Azkaban. It didn't erase the damage they'd caused, though...
'I wonder what Draco's doing now that everything's over,' he thought.
Before the final battle, Draco Malfoy had switched allegiances and given out important secrets of the Death Eaters to the Ministry of Defense. This betrayal of the Death Eaters had almost gotten him killed, but he'd survived and been pardoned for all past crimes by the Ministry. At first, Harry had thought Draco had done it to save his own skin. But lately Harry had noticed that maybe he'd been wrong. Draco did seem to be trying...
'That doesn't mean you should be thinking about him!' Harry berated himself.
Harry noticed that he'd been thinking of Draco too much of late. It disturbed him, that images of Draco's blond hair and blue eyes would suddenly appear out of nowhere in his mind. They appeared just like those images of Cho had all those years ago. 'Damn it, Harry. Stop this! These thoughts are just plain wrong, and what you thought of Cho has nothing to do with how you feel about Draco.'
Harry shot straight up and gasped. Wait a minute! He didn't feel ANYTHING for Malfoy, did he? Nah, he couldn't!
Disgusted with himself, Harry lay back down and tried to concentrate on going to sleep. After much trouble, he finally managed to drift off into a restless sleep...
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling as if he hadn't gotten any sleep. Disgruntled by this fact, he didn't watch where he was going and stubbed his toe on the dresser. Next, he knocked over his mug filled with coffee mix and broke it. To top it all off, he found out he didn't have any sugar or cream. Damn! This meant he'd have to go down to the Magic Bean, the corner coffee shop.
Pulling on a pair of jeans, a navy-blue t-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes, Harry left his apartment. Unfortunately, it wasn't until he walked into the Magic Bean that he realized...he'd left his wallet at home. Double damn!
He searched his pockets, hoping to find some cash he may have accidentally left in his pockets. But no...all he found was a receipt for a nearby grocery store.
Frustrated and caffeine-deprived, Harry dropped himself into a chair at an empty table and ran a hand through his messy hair. Nothing was going right today, nothing at all. And he needed his coffee, damnit! How was he going to function without caffeine in his system?
"Hey Potter, your dog get run over?" a familiar voice taunted.
Great. Just what he needed, Draco Malfoy's big mouth. "I wasn't aware I owned a dog, Malfoy."
Harry heard a chuckle and Draco came into view, the blond sitting in the seat across from him. "Good one, Potter. Man, you look like you got run over."
He turned bleary eyes to the intruder interrupting his misery. "I need my coffee, damnit!"
"Then why don't you buy some? Oh wait, I get it. You're broke."
Harry growled. "No, I'm not broke! I just forgot my wallet. I'm having a bad day."
Draco laughed, showing a set of broad white teeth. "The great Harry Potter having a bad day? Better call the Daily Report."
Harry just growled again, dropping his face into his hands. He didn't need this, not this early, and definitely not without his freakin' coffee!
A few bills appeared on the table in front of the coffee-deprived wizard, and Harry looked at Draco in astonishment. The icy Malfoy was giving him money?
"Here. Buy a coffee and wake up. Really, you look horrible."
Suspicios, Harry asked, "What's the catch?"
"No catch. Can't a guy be nice?"
Harry simply raised his eyebrows at his former enemy. Draco sure was acting weird. He was never nice. Ever! Maybe he had changed...
"Oh, but I would like a favor of you."
Aha! The catch, at last. What would it be? Clean his house from top to bottom without any magic? Be his slave for a week?
"Can you go to some stupid party with me tonight? I really don't want to go, but my mother is making me. The daughter of her best friend is going to be there, and I'd rather not go alone since it's an obvious attempt to set me up."
Huh? A party? "Uh, sure. Do I have to dress up?"
Draco shook his head. "Just wear something nice, like black pants and a button down shirt. Just no jeans, tennis shoes, or a t-shirt."
That just about meant he couldn't wear any of what he was wearing at the moment. Great. Changing was one of his favorite past-times. Yup, he loooved changing clothes.
"Gee, don't look so excited, Potter. I'll pick you up at eight."
Harry simply glared at the other young man and grabbed the offered money. He needed his coffee now, and to hell what he had to do in return. Coffee...
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It was eight o' clock that night, and Harry stood in front of his mirror glaring at his reflection. He'd chosen a pair of black trousers and a light blue button down shirt. Black loafers completed the outfit.
'Why couldn't I just wear jeans? I hate dressing nice,' he grumbled to himself.
He also wondered why the bloody hell he'd agreed to this. That damn coffee was to blame. It was all because of the stupid coffee...
The doorbell rang and he went to answer it. Draco stood there, wearing all black. Black button down shirt. Black trousers. Black dress shoes. My, what variety he had.
"Wow, Potter. You sure clean up nice," Draco commented, the ever- present smirk in his voice only lessened slightly from normal.
"Yeah, you do to. Can we go and get this over with?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, but they took off. Apparating, they arrived at the home of Aurek Drycof almost immediately. It was a stately mansion, perfect for an upper-crust wizarding family. Of course, Aurek and his wife were conspicuously absent, as courteous rich parents often were during their childrens' parties.
The daughter of the family, Bel Drycof, was a beautiful brunette with stunning emerald eyes. She greeted her guests at the door, and fairly gushed when she saw Draco. Anyone with two eyes could see that she was taken with him, and would do anything to get him. She was polite to Harry, surprised and glad that the famous Harry Potter was at her party. But it was obvious Draco held her attention completely.
"So good to see you, Draco! What have you been doing these past weeks? We've barely seen you out and about," she said in a melodious voice.
Only Harry could see the annoyance in Draco's eyes, quickly veiled with an indifferent mask. "Ah, Bel. Lovely as always. I was simply resting. And you?"
"Oh, I'm wonderful. I didn't know you were friends with Harry Potter."
"We're not. But after being enemies so long, we decided that being polite was the least we could be with each other."
"Enemies? My, how queer. But you hung out with the Death Eaters so long, I suppose you could have been nothing but enemies. Well, come in. The party is already well in progress."
Unaccustomed to fancy parties like this, and not knowing any of the wizards there, Harry tagged along after Draco. Neither of them seemed to be having any fun, and around nine o'clock, Draco muttered to Harry, "We'll leave in twenty minutes. I can't stand these parties!"
His old nemesis nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. Where did all these girls come from? As soon as two left, three more were in their place. And they hung all over him and Draco, touching...and giggling...and being complete idiots! It made him want to gag.
'Now why should that thought make me want to gag? I like girls, I mean...I haven't exactly been celibate. So why do girls suddenly seem like clingy, annoying creatues to me? I don't get it," Harry thought to himself, taking a sip of the glass of wine he's picked up.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was all set to leave when he noticed that Draco had disappeared. What the hell?
'Bloody hell, it's probably one of Draco's dirty tricks! I should have suspected that he'd get a kick out of leaving me stranded at a party where I don't know anyone.'
Angry, he barreled past the crowd of people in search of the blond jerk. 'When I get my hands on him...he'll wish he'd never crossed Harry Potter!'
For ten minutes he searched the various rooms of the Drycof mansion until he heard a sound he would have never thought possible...
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Yes, I know...cliffhangers suck. And I know this chapter was kind of short and boring, but I promise the next one is going to be much better. Believe me, the fun's only beginning....
NO FLAMES PLEASE!
-DarkBryna1724-
Hiya everyone! I decided to try my hand at a Harry Potter fanfic, and this is the result. Please be gentle, it's my first one that isn't Card Captor Sakura or Digimon. Um, it's a slash fic, with Harry and Draco. Yeah, I used to think Harry and Ginny looked good together, but I guess both are fine. And it was kind of fun to write one with Harry and Draco, all the conflicting personality and all.
Well, this fic is set in the summer after their seventh year. Yeah, I know only the fifth book has come out so far, but I wanted to write a fic that sets place after it all. I guess to kind of give it an air of 'maybe this could happen'. Whatever the reason, that's when it's set.
So, to give warning, this is a PG-13 fic. Some mature themes are involved, including slash between Harry and Draco, and there is swearing and violence involved. So if you don't like any of this stuff, especially male/male relationships, hit the back button and leave! Otherwise, enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: No, I don't Harry Potter or any other characters. That right belongs to J.K Rowling...
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It was night, and Harry Potter lay on his bed, thinking about nothing in general. It was his first night in his new apartment. School had ended only two weeks before, and he'd spent those two weeks at the Weasley's household. But he'd begun to get restless, and knew he needed a place of his own. Hence, his own apartment on a side street just off Diagon Alley. Apartment number 24 in Zenos Apartments on Trey Street.
Harry felt alone, though, missing all his friends. But he didn't want to bother any of them, they were all busy. Hermione and Ron were engaged and planning their wedding for the next summer. Ginny was off with her friends on a summer vacation. And the others, well, Harry didn't feel like intruding on any of their lives. So many people were cleaning up after the last battle with Voldemort. There had been a great many deaths, although most of those had been caused by the Death Eaters. Luckily, Voldemort had been defeated and the Death Eaters either killed or sent to Azkaban. It didn't erase the damage they'd caused, though...
'I wonder what Draco's doing now that everything's over,' he thought.
Before the final battle, Draco Malfoy had switched allegiances and given out important secrets of the Death Eaters to the Ministry of Defense. This betrayal of the Death Eaters had almost gotten him killed, but he'd survived and been pardoned for all past crimes by the Ministry. At first, Harry had thought Draco had done it to save his own skin. But lately Harry had noticed that maybe he'd been wrong. Draco did seem to be trying...
'That doesn't mean you should be thinking about him!' Harry berated himself.
Harry noticed that he'd been thinking of Draco too much of late. It disturbed him, that images of Draco's blond hair and blue eyes would suddenly appear out of nowhere in his mind. They appeared just like those images of Cho had all those years ago. 'Damn it, Harry. Stop this! These thoughts are just plain wrong, and what you thought of Cho has nothing to do with how you feel about Draco.'
Harry shot straight up and gasped. Wait a minute! He didn't feel ANYTHING for Malfoy, did he? Nah, he couldn't!
Disgusted with himself, Harry lay back down and tried to concentrate on going to sleep. After much trouble, he finally managed to drift off into a restless sleep...
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling as if he hadn't gotten any sleep. Disgruntled by this fact, he didn't watch where he was going and stubbed his toe on the dresser. Next, he knocked over his mug filled with coffee mix and broke it. To top it all off, he found out he didn't have any sugar or cream. Damn! This meant he'd have to go down to the Magic Bean, the corner coffee shop.
Pulling on a pair of jeans, a navy-blue t-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes, Harry left his apartment. Unfortunately, it wasn't until he walked into the Magic Bean that he realized...he'd left his wallet at home. Double damn!
He searched his pockets, hoping to find some cash he may have accidentally left in his pockets. But no...all he found was a receipt for a nearby grocery store.
Frustrated and caffeine-deprived, Harry dropped himself into a chair at an empty table and ran a hand through his messy hair. Nothing was going right today, nothing at all. And he needed his coffee, damnit! How was he going to function without caffeine in his system?
"Hey Potter, your dog get run over?" a familiar voice taunted.
Great. Just what he needed, Draco Malfoy's big mouth. "I wasn't aware I owned a dog, Malfoy."
Harry heard a chuckle and Draco came into view, the blond sitting in the seat across from him. "Good one, Potter. Man, you look like you got run over."
He turned bleary eyes to the intruder interrupting his misery. "I need my coffee, damnit!"
"Then why don't you buy some? Oh wait, I get it. You're broke."
Harry growled. "No, I'm not broke! I just forgot my wallet. I'm having a bad day."
Draco laughed, showing a set of broad white teeth. "The great Harry Potter having a bad day? Better call the Daily Report."
Harry just growled again, dropping his face into his hands. He didn't need this, not this early, and definitely not without his freakin' coffee!
A few bills appeared on the table in front of the coffee-deprived wizard, and Harry looked at Draco in astonishment. The icy Malfoy was giving him money?
"Here. Buy a coffee and wake up. Really, you look horrible."
Suspicios, Harry asked, "What's the catch?"
"No catch. Can't a guy be nice?"
Harry simply raised his eyebrows at his former enemy. Draco sure was acting weird. He was never nice. Ever! Maybe he had changed...
"Oh, but I would like a favor of you."
Aha! The catch, at last. What would it be? Clean his house from top to bottom without any magic? Be his slave for a week?
"Can you go to some stupid party with me tonight? I really don't want to go, but my mother is making me. The daughter of her best friend is going to be there, and I'd rather not go alone since it's an obvious attempt to set me up."
Huh? A party? "Uh, sure. Do I have to dress up?"
Draco shook his head. "Just wear something nice, like black pants and a button down shirt. Just no jeans, tennis shoes, or a t-shirt."
That just about meant he couldn't wear any of what he was wearing at the moment. Great. Changing was one of his favorite past-times. Yup, he loooved changing clothes.
"Gee, don't look so excited, Potter. I'll pick you up at eight."
Harry simply glared at the other young man and grabbed the offered money. He needed his coffee now, and to hell what he had to do in return. Coffee...
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It was eight o' clock that night, and Harry stood in front of his mirror glaring at his reflection. He'd chosen a pair of black trousers and a light blue button down shirt. Black loafers completed the outfit.
'Why couldn't I just wear jeans? I hate dressing nice,' he grumbled to himself.
He also wondered why the bloody hell he'd agreed to this. That damn coffee was to blame. It was all because of the stupid coffee...
The doorbell rang and he went to answer it. Draco stood there, wearing all black. Black button down shirt. Black trousers. Black dress shoes. My, what variety he had.
"Wow, Potter. You sure clean up nice," Draco commented, the ever- present smirk in his voice only lessened slightly from normal.
"Yeah, you do to. Can we go and get this over with?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, but they took off. Apparating, they arrived at the home of Aurek Drycof almost immediately. It was a stately mansion, perfect for an upper-crust wizarding family. Of course, Aurek and his wife were conspicuously absent, as courteous rich parents often were during their childrens' parties.
The daughter of the family, Bel Drycof, was a beautiful brunette with stunning emerald eyes. She greeted her guests at the door, and fairly gushed when she saw Draco. Anyone with two eyes could see that she was taken with him, and would do anything to get him. She was polite to Harry, surprised and glad that the famous Harry Potter was at her party. But it was obvious Draco held her attention completely.
"So good to see you, Draco! What have you been doing these past weeks? We've barely seen you out and about," she said in a melodious voice.
Only Harry could see the annoyance in Draco's eyes, quickly veiled with an indifferent mask. "Ah, Bel. Lovely as always. I was simply resting. And you?"
"Oh, I'm wonderful. I didn't know you were friends with Harry Potter."
"We're not. But after being enemies so long, we decided that being polite was the least we could be with each other."
"Enemies? My, how queer. But you hung out with the Death Eaters so long, I suppose you could have been nothing but enemies. Well, come in. The party is already well in progress."
Unaccustomed to fancy parties like this, and not knowing any of the wizards there, Harry tagged along after Draco. Neither of them seemed to be having any fun, and around nine o'clock, Draco muttered to Harry, "We'll leave in twenty minutes. I can't stand these parties!"
His old nemesis nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. Where did all these girls come from? As soon as two left, three more were in their place. And they hung all over him and Draco, touching...and giggling...and being complete idiots! It made him want to gag.
'Now why should that thought make me want to gag? I like girls, I mean...I haven't exactly been celibate. So why do girls suddenly seem like clingy, annoying creatues to me? I don't get it," Harry thought to himself, taking a sip of the glass of wine he's picked up.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was all set to leave when he noticed that Draco had disappeared. What the hell?
'Bloody hell, it's probably one of Draco's dirty tricks! I should have suspected that he'd get a kick out of leaving me stranded at a party where I don't know anyone.'
Angry, he barreled past the crowd of people in search of the blond jerk. 'When I get my hands on him...he'll wish he'd never crossed Harry Potter!'
For ten minutes he searched the various rooms of the Drycof mansion until he heard a sound he would have never thought possible...
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Yes, I know...cliffhangers suck. And I know this chapter was kind of short and boring, but I promise the next one is going to be much better. Believe me, the fun's only beginning....
NO FLAMES PLEASE!