Declaimer: Nope, ain't mine! Harry, Draco, and rest of these fellows ain't
mine. So no suing please (
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: THIS IS SLASH! KIDS! It means male with male stuff, so if this offends you, please go somewhere else! Oh, but this one won't be a dark one, I've decided to keep this on 'clean' *guilty smiles*.
Author's note: As I said, this one will be clean and cute. Oh, the guys are hot alright, but I want this one to have a light mood. I seldom write light- mooded fics, so here it is
The Sleepwalker By Crimson Nightmare
It was raining.
He whipped his wet hair out of his eyes, feeling his own cold fingertips running over his forehead.
There was a scar there.
XXX
Draco scowled, the third time in a day.
He hated staying at the Malfoy Manor. It was where he grew up, and Draco hated more than anything that has to do with memories of his childhood.
He liked his room, however, it was probably the only place he never complained about before. There was his tall, black silk-sheeted bed, which he had all his nightmares on. There was his black working desk, on which he would write all sorts of upsetting words with a jet black eagle feather quill. The ink, of course, is not visible on the black desk surface, so nobody would see what he wrote.
Then, there was his humongous black wardrobe, it's a quiet place where Draco likes to stay when his mother Narcissa is shouting outside the door. The walls are night-black, the stony ground is black, even Draco's pajamas are black. The only thing in Draco's bedroom that's not black is a mirror, hanging on the east side of the room.
What's with me and colour black? He sometimes asks himself.
The answer was never figured out, though, black was just naturally there.
XXX
He walked, and walked, and didn't know where he was going. Until the raindrops falling from above seemed to have stopped, he realized that he must be under a roof of some sort…
XXX
It was midnight.
Draco walked down the stairs, passing roles of his baby pictures that his mother loved to showoff to other people. They look adorable. His mother said. But he hated them, as we've discussed, he had always hated his childhood memories. He walked into the kitchen, which was stone-surfaced and cold, he wanted to snick himself some alclhol, when he heard a noise.
It was weird, very strange, to hear noises in the Malfoy Manor, with Narcissa's high shrieks and shouts as exceptions. The Malfoys have always had a unique way to keep themselves quiet. It seems to be a pass-down characteristic, because Draco and his father and the older generations were all known to be able to move very, very quietly.
Back to the noise now. Draco walked like a cat towards the source of the sounds, and stared.
"Um…hi…?" the voice said uncertainly.
"What are you doing here, Potter?"
A/N:
Okay, so there's another bunny I had to type down. (It was jumping around my head shouting: POST ME POST ME~ So I gave in… *cries weakly*) What did you think? If you think I shouldn't drop this fic, please R/R!!!
Also, that walk-under-the-rain part was suppose to be in italics, but for some reason, no matter how I try, italics just doesn't seem to appear on the screen. If anyone knows how to do italics, please tell me in reviews!!!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: THIS IS SLASH! KIDS! It means male with male stuff, so if this offends you, please go somewhere else! Oh, but this one won't be a dark one, I've decided to keep this on 'clean' *guilty smiles*.
Author's note: As I said, this one will be clean and cute. Oh, the guys are hot alright, but I want this one to have a light mood. I seldom write light- mooded fics, so here it is
The Sleepwalker By Crimson Nightmare
It was raining.
He whipped his wet hair out of his eyes, feeling his own cold fingertips running over his forehead.
There was a scar there.
XXX
Draco scowled, the third time in a day.
He hated staying at the Malfoy Manor. It was where he grew up, and Draco hated more than anything that has to do with memories of his childhood.
He liked his room, however, it was probably the only place he never complained about before. There was his tall, black silk-sheeted bed, which he had all his nightmares on. There was his black working desk, on which he would write all sorts of upsetting words with a jet black eagle feather quill. The ink, of course, is not visible on the black desk surface, so nobody would see what he wrote.
Then, there was his humongous black wardrobe, it's a quiet place where Draco likes to stay when his mother Narcissa is shouting outside the door. The walls are night-black, the stony ground is black, even Draco's pajamas are black. The only thing in Draco's bedroom that's not black is a mirror, hanging on the east side of the room.
What's with me and colour black? He sometimes asks himself.
The answer was never figured out, though, black was just naturally there.
XXX
He walked, and walked, and didn't know where he was going. Until the raindrops falling from above seemed to have stopped, he realized that he must be under a roof of some sort…
XXX
It was midnight.
Draco walked down the stairs, passing roles of his baby pictures that his mother loved to showoff to other people. They look adorable. His mother said. But he hated them, as we've discussed, he had always hated his childhood memories. He walked into the kitchen, which was stone-surfaced and cold, he wanted to snick himself some alclhol, when he heard a noise.
It was weird, very strange, to hear noises in the Malfoy Manor, with Narcissa's high shrieks and shouts as exceptions. The Malfoys have always had a unique way to keep themselves quiet. It seems to be a pass-down characteristic, because Draco and his father and the older generations were all known to be able to move very, very quietly.
Back to the noise now. Draco walked like a cat towards the source of the sounds, and stared.
"Um…hi…?" the voice said uncertainly.
"What are you doing here, Potter?"
A/N:
Okay, so there's another bunny I had to type down. (It was jumping around my head shouting: POST ME POST ME~ So I gave in… *cries weakly*) What did you think? If you think I shouldn't drop this fic, please R/R!!!
Also, that walk-under-the-rain part was suppose to be in italics, but for some reason, no matter how I try, italics just doesn't seem to appear on the screen. If anyone knows how to do italics, please tell me in reviews!!!