Complete AU! Not book compliant. Mature themes included. Slash included. DMxGeW; DMxHP; HPxBZ; RWxHG and more strange matches as the story progresses!

It was said right in the first book: There were many wizarding families willing to take Harry Potter in! What would things have been like if one had? What if Harry grew up with the adoration of the wizarding world? What would Harry be like it he let it all go to his head? On the other hand, what would happen to Draco if he simply stomached the disappointment of his parents, rather than falling into stride? What would it be like if everything we though we knew about Harry Potter and his world was horribly false?

Find out in The Tables Have Turned.

Chapter One : Friendly Ties

Draco looked up as the familiar sound of Harry Potter's laughter invaded his thoughts. He did his best not to cringe when he noticed that he was the object of amusement for the infamous Boy Who Lived. What he wouldn't give to have just a piece of that perfection. He would love it if, just once, his parents weren't disgusted by his very presence. He turned towards Ron, speaking in a whisper.

"What is Potter laughing at this time?"

Ron just shook his head and looked back toward the front of the class, unwilling to hurt the feelings of his friend by repeating what he had overheard. Draco sighed, then resumed his attempts at transfiguring his needle into a piece of hay. Why, in Merlin's name, he would ever need to do such a thing in life after Hogwarts was beyond him, but he needed the marks. He could feel Harry's eyes burning into him as he struggled to ignore it. His parents were so disappointed in the fact that he had failed to ally himself with the famous boy.

Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. What a crock. After that night, over fifteen years ago, when he had defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as just a baby, he had been taken in by another wizarding family. It had been a decision that had taken a long time, but Harry found himself with a new family before he was two years old. He had grown up knowing that he would be great. He held the adoration of the entire wizarding world! His own family worshiped him. It's not wonder he had turned into such a pompous arse. He had come to Hogwarts with vast knowledge already under his belt, and had been sorted into Slytherin without a second's delay. Draco himself had fought with the sorting hat for three full minutes, before it got fed up with him and bellowed 'GRYFFINDOR' before the boy could voice any other pleas.

That had been his parents first disappointment in him. Both of their family lines had been made up of singularly Slytherin wizards. Draco was an anomaly. Lucius and Narcissa never let him live that down. Then when Lucius discovered that he had gotten on the bad side of the golden boy, as opposed to aligning himself with him, he was furious. Needless to say, Draco didn't go home during holidays any longer. If he were being honest with himself, though, he would realize how glad he was that he wasn't privy to Potter's whims on a daily basis. He was self-serving and shallow, and his "friends" were little more than slaves to him. There was no real feeling, no emotion, behind those empty green eyes.

After Transfiguration, Draco followed Ron and Hermione toward the common room. He was usually in a much better mood after that class, but Potter had ruined it for him today. At least it was the final class for the day. Now he could lose himself in his homework, which he was sure would please Hermione to no end.

"Ron, you have to tell me what Potter was laughing at, today," he pleaded. He hated not knowing what jokes he was the punch line for, regardless of how much it hurt to hear them.

Ron looked uncomfortable. "Mate, are you sure you really want to know? Why do you do this to yourself? Doesn't it hurt more, knowing?"

Draco smiled bitterly. "I would just like to know what rumors are being spread so I am not surprised when I hear them from someone else."

Ron considered that for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, fine. Potter was just claiming that he saw you and George making out in a broom closet yesterday. Which we all know isn't true. Just ignore him."

Draco blanched. How could he have seen that? He and George Weasley had been romantically involved for a few weeks now. George was understanding when Draco explained that he didn't want anyone to know. He hated the way his boyfriend's parents made him feel. All George wanted was for Draco to be happy, and if that meant he had to be his dirty little secret, so be it. There was also the added fact that George was Ron's older brother, and Ron didn't even know Draco was gay. Scratch that. Maybe he did. Ron noticed Draco's pale countenance and the silence his statement met as opposed to fierce denial.

"Drake? Mate? It is a lie, right?"

"Oh, Ron, don't be so insensitive. It's not like it would be a big deal even if it were true. I'm just steamed that Potter is trying to spread this story around so it gets back to the Malfoys."

Ron looked abashedly at Hermione. "Well, no, I didn't mean that I wouldn't be fine with it." He laughed. "I'm just trying to picture an alternate universe where Harry Potter, of all people, would know that big of a secret about my best friend before I did."

Draco looked sheepishly at Ron. His silence had seemed to say more than words could have before, perhaps it would work the same way again. He wasn't prepared for Ron's ecstatic grin.

"Really Drake? You and George? My brother? Bloody hell, that is cool. We could be like brothers!"

Draco couldn't help but laugh.

"Ron, calm down. I don't think we are quite to that point yet. We've only been together a few weeks!"

Ron and Hermione ignored him completely, immediately throwing themselves into a conversation surrounding everything that they had just learned. Draco tuned them out, smiling. He could always count on his two best friends to make him feel better. But the more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. He and George had always been careful to make sure no one was around, and that no one was following them. He recalled every moment of that tryst.

They had met in the hall just after lunch had began. Everyone was down in the Great Hall eating, and enjoying the break from classes. Draco took one look at George and could read the lust, and love, in his eyes. They quickly glanced around to be sure that no one was looking before George pulled him into the closet by the front of his robes. He muttered a quick silencing spell before bringing his lips to Draco's. Draco's body was on fire. George's hands were like magic, everywhere at once. Draco was hard in an instant and writhing with need. He loved the way George tasted, his tongue parting his lips and wrestling for control. The whimpers coming from George's throat as Draco's hands ventured into his robes were like the sweetest wine, and Draco drank them up greedily in their kiss.

George slid Draco's robes from his shoulders while Draco was fighting to remove George's as well. "I want to see your body, Drake. I need you," were George's whispered words. Draco moaned quietly as George's words reverberated throughout his body, settling into a deep, hot ache within him. When Draco was finally undressed, George held him at arm's length for a moment, drinking in the beauty before him. Draco's body always left him breathless. "My god, love, you are so beautiful," he spoke quietly, before pulling the other boy closer, kissing him again. George's clothes melted away in the confusion of kisses and touches that followed.

When Draco felt George's hot, wet tongue tracing circles down the full length of his shaft, he drew a hissing breath between his teeth. George had a complete oral fixation, which Draco could not help but love. George lavished attention on his lover with that demon tongue of his before finally encasing Draco's length fully in the hot cavern of his mouth. Draco's back arched as the sensations flooding his body overtook his senses. His long fingers slid through George's silky hair as he teased and tormented. As usual, Draco was almost begging to come before George granted him his release. His screams in the throes of his pleasure made him grateful that George was thinking clearly enough at the beginning to lay a silence spell. His ragged, breathless gasps were all the reward George required as he brought his lips to his lover's once again, tasting Draco's sweetness in all ways possible. George nipped Draco's ear softly with his teeth, smiling at the shudder that went through the other boy's body. "I love you, Drake." Draco couldn't help but smile as he curled into George's arms happily. "I love you, too, baby."

George planted a goofy, sloppy kiss on Draco's forehead, earning squeals of disgust and the smile he was working towards before he stood to dress himself. He stopped when Draco caught his wrist. "What are you doing, George?" George looked confused. "I'm getting dressed. We can't stay in here all day, as much as I'd like to." Draco laughed a deep, throaty, sexy sound. "But I have yet to return the favor…"

Draco was torn from his memories by the sight of Ron and Hermione treating each other to shy kisses and caresses. Rather than gape like a fish, he chose to make a hasty exit. His two best friends had only recently discovered the deeper feelings that ran through both of them, and were busily acquainting themselves with this new aspect of their relationship. Drake was happy for them, but didn't exactly want to witness it firsthand. Besides, his thoughts were centered around Potter.

How the bloody hell had he seen he and his boyfriend together? And how much did he see? Or was it all just speculation?

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