Head Mistake
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the ideas.I only own my own ideas.
Warning: Slash.don't read unless you like this. Forgive me for typos and wrong information, I'm sure there are some. I wrote this at midnight on no sleep so point them out and I'll be more than happy to change them!
Chapter 1: Diagon Alley
The late summer sun shown through the blinds and onto Harry's closed eyes. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head, trying to go back to the dream he had been having. Draco had been in bed with him.what?? Harry fully awoke and realized what he was thinking. He shook his head in disgust. I'm not like that, he thought, especially not with my sworn enemy! He put these thoughts in the farthest corner of his mind he could, and thought about the wonderful day ahead of him.
Harry remembered that he was meeting Hermione and Ron today to go shopping for their school supplies for their seventh and last term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry threw back the blue afghan he was sleeping under, hurriedly brushed his dark, tousled hair, and threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans. The too large hand-me-downs from Dudley were long gone, due to Sirus, Harry's uncle, who Vernon and Petunia still feared would come and murder them in their sleep.
Hedwig softly hooted as Harry poured a liberal amount of owl treats in her bowl as reconciliation for not being able to come to Diagon Alley with him. Harry then hurriedly-he was supposed to meet Ron and Hermione in 20 minutes- grabbed a robe, his wand, and a bag full of wizarding money from his last trip to Gringotts. As it was seven in the morning, Harry was the only one up. He slipped downstairs, past the kitchen, out the door, and onto the sunny street. Birds chirped, and a few ordinary Muggle cars drove by. Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out his wand and cast the spell for Disapparation, muttering, "apparatio!" The next thing he knew, Harry was standing in a corner of Diagon Alley, between the Leaky Cauldron and a candy store.
"Harry!" Harry heard his name being called from down the street in the other direction and turned to look. To his surprise and joy, Ron and Hermione were walking towards him with huge grins on their faces. Ron started to show him a great book he had bought about quiddich maneuvers while Hermione shoved an highly advanced spell book under his nose, both talking quite animatedly. Harry laughed. He was glad to be back in the wizarding world with his friends.
50 minutes later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had procured refills on their potion kits, and the books they needed. They now sat around a wooden table outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, trying not to drip chocolate ice cream onto their new supplies as they talked about the highlights of their summers.
Hermione had-of course-been buried in her books, looking for a new cure to something else she had decided needed improvement. She rambled on heatedly about something or other that neither Ron nor Harry really payed attention to. Ron, on the other hand, had been at the seashore with his family all vacation and supposedly met some attractive Muggle girls. Harry pretended to show interest in this. When Hermione and Ron asked about his summer, Harry recounted his escapades, purposely leaving out the recurring and intimate dreams he had been having about Draco and himself and instead telling how Dudley would back away with unbridled fear when Harry so much as touched his wand. Harry knew that they wouldn't understand about Draco. Hermione was too busy with books to have anything but a short relationship or a one night stand.always with the opposite sex, and Ron was definitely only attracted to girls.
Harry inwardly sighed. Why couldn't I be like that, he whispered to himself.
Ron and Hermione, who had evidently just been talking about Draco with very different attitudes both sighed and said, "Speak of the devil". Draco was approaching the ice cream shop's door, which their table was coincidentally right next to, accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Hello, Potter" he said with distain. A pause and then a curt ".Granger.Weasley". Harry caught his breath. God, Draco was beautiful. His blonde hair made his blue eyes stand out even more, and the standard black robe he was wearing made him look mysterious. Outwardly he sneered, "Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle".
The opposing groups stared daggers at each other for what seemed like minutes until Draco abruptly turned and walked into the shop. Crabble and Goyle followed and Harry was left fighting the feelings that he didn't want to experience.
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This is my first attempt at a medium length story.I'm thinking 10 chapters or so.and my first attempt at Harry Potter, so comments would sincerely help! Thanks!
R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the ideas.I only own my own ideas.
Warning: Slash.don't read unless you like this. Forgive me for typos and wrong information, I'm sure there are some. I wrote this at midnight on no sleep so point them out and I'll be more than happy to change them!
Chapter 1: Diagon Alley
The late summer sun shown through the blinds and onto Harry's closed eyes. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head, trying to go back to the dream he had been having. Draco had been in bed with him.what?? Harry fully awoke and realized what he was thinking. He shook his head in disgust. I'm not like that, he thought, especially not with my sworn enemy! He put these thoughts in the farthest corner of his mind he could, and thought about the wonderful day ahead of him.
Harry remembered that he was meeting Hermione and Ron today to go shopping for their school supplies for their seventh and last term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry threw back the blue afghan he was sleeping under, hurriedly brushed his dark, tousled hair, and threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans. The too large hand-me-downs from Dudley were long gone, due to Sirus, Harry's uncle, who Vernon and Petunia still feared would come and murder them in their sleep.
Hedwig softly hooted as Harry poured a liberal amount of owl treats in her bowl as reconciliation for not being able to come to Diagon Alley with him. Harry then hurriedly-he was supposed to meet Ron and Hermione in 20 minutes- grabbed a robe, his wand, and a bag full of wizarding money from his last trip to Gringotts. As it was seven in the morning, Harry was the only one up. He slipped downstairs, past the kitchen, out the door, and onto the sunny street. Birds chirped, and a few ordinary Muggle cars drove by. Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out his wand and cast the spell for Disapparation, muttering, "apparatio!" The next thing he knew, Harry was standing in a corner of Diagon Alley, between the Leaky Cauldron and a candy store.
"Harry!" Harry heard his name being called from down the street in the other direction and turned to look. To his surprise and joy, Ron and Hermione were walking towards him with huge grins on their faces. Ron started to show him a great book he had bought about quiddich maneuvers while Hermione shoved an highly advanced spell book under his nose, both talking quite animatedly. Harry laughed. He was glad to be back in the wizarding world with his friends.
50 minutes later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had procured refills on their potion kits, and the books they needed. They now sat around a wooden table outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, trying not to drip chocolate ice cream onto their new supplies as they talked about the highlights of their summers.
Hermione had-of course-been buried in her books, looking for a new cure to something else she had decided needed improvement. She rambled on heatedly about something or other that neither Ron nor Harry really payed attention to. Ron, on the other hand, had been at the seashore with his family all vacation and supposedly met some attractive Muggle girls. Harry pretended to show interest in this. When Hermione and Ron asked about his summer, Harry recounted his escapades, purposely leaving out the recurring and intimate dreams he had been having about Draco and himself and instead telling how Dudley would back away with unbridled fear when Harry so much as touched his wand. Harry knew that they wouldn't understand about Draco. Hermione was too busy with books to have anything but a short relationship or a one night stand.always with the opposite sex, and Ron was definitely only attracted to girls.
Harry inwardly sighed. Why couldn't I be like that, he whispered to himself.
Ron and Hermione, who had evidently just been talking about Draco with very different attitudes both sighed and said, "Speak of the devil". Draco was approaching the ice cream shop's door, which their table was coincidentally right next to, accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Hello, Potter" he said with distain. A pause and then a curt ".Granger.Weasley". Harry caught his breath. God, Draco was beautiful. His blonde hair made his blue eyes stand out even more, and the standard black robe he was wearing made him look mysterious. Outwardly he sneered, "Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle".
The opposing groups stared daggers at each other for what seemed like minutes until Draco abruptly turned and walked into the shop. Crabble and Goyle followed and Harry was left fighting the feelings that he didn't want to experience.
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This is my first attempt at a medium length story.I'm thinking 10 chapters or so.and my first attempt at Harry Potter, so comments would sincerely help! Thanks!
R&R!