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A/N Welcome to "Not so different after all." There are a couple of things you should know before you start reading. First off, the reason I'm reposting this chapter is that about half way through, I decided to turn this story slash. Unfortunately, there is an author's note in a chapter to come that states this will not be slash. IGNORE THAT AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is slash, and if you don't like it, don't read it.
Secondly, if you like explicit sex scenes between Draco and Harry with in the first chapter, you won't enjoy this story. In later chapters, (much later), there may be snogging and such. I will NOT write anything too detailed. I am only thirteen, so I plan to center on the emotional struggle, and a bit less on the physical. You have been warned.
Draco Malfoy was the son of an important death eater. His father had personally met, advised, and conversed with lord Voldemort, and yet Draco still knew nothing about what was going on in the second war.
"I'll bet even Potter knows more about what the Dark Lord's doing than I do! And he's fighting for the Order!" Draco screamed at his father.
"Then that is the Order's problem. The Dark Lord has more intelligence than to divulge his plans in a 16 year old boy," Lucius answered coldly. Draco, however, was in a rage.
"Well if you're not going to tell me, then I'll find out myself!" he screeched. Draco stormed up the stairs to his room. It was so UNFAIR! He, Draco, had been competing with Potter for the last six years, and had done Potter more damage than the dark lord had ever managed! And yet, through out it all, nobody would tell him anything. He had been raised since birth to serve the Dark Lord, and here he was, ready and willing, and his own father wouldn't let him. Well, Draco would show him!
Slamming the door behind him, Draco stormed into his wing of the mansion. He snatched up his broomstick, and whipped up his wand.
"LocomortorMortis!" He swished his wand and shot the magic at his trunk.
Crash! The trunk flew up through the ceiling. Draco took a deep breath, calming down.
He had to stay in control of his power. This happened when he was mad; all his spells went out of control.
"Finite!" The trunk came back down. Normally, he would repair his ceiling, but why bother? He put a spell on his trunk so it would follow him. Anything else? He couldn't think of anything. All spells had to be done before he left, for his father had been kind enough to put multiple defense charms on the mansion. The ministry didn't have a clue what was happening.
Draco mounted his broom, and, after blasting the window off the wall, flew out the whole in the wall. Free at last!
Harry Potter was the only one who had a chance of defeating the Dark Lord. There was no way around it. So WHY was he sitting here, after a month and a half, at number four privet drive, waiting for someone to rescue him.
"SHUT THAT OWL UP!" Hedwig was screeching again.
"What is it Hedwig? I know…I want to leave too, but we can't…" Harry told his snowy owl. Harry sighed. Why did no one ever tell him ANYTHING? He had now fought Voldemort, what was it, six times. That was a record. And STILL, he wasn't allowed to be part of the order. They should be begging him to help them fight Voldemort! Harry sat down. They couldn't keep him here all summer. At this point, he would take a rescue from anybody. Even Snape! Heck, if Malfoy showed up, he'd probably take that as an escape. Harry lay down on his small bed, shutting his eyes, and dreaming of a rescue.
Draco had been flying for three and a half hours. It had taken him all of ten minutes to decide where he was going, and then another hour to find out how to get there.
Potter. Draco had decided that he would fly to Potter's house, and then threaten to curse him if he wouldn't take him to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. A very sound plan in his opinion. Draco scanned the ground over which he was gliding. There it was. The house which Potter lived in when he wasn't at the Order's Headquarters, defending the world. Disgusting. Draco pulled his broom into a steep dive, swooping down to the house, thinking how lucky he was that it was dark out. He circled the house, looking into all the windows until he found the room where potter was lying on a bed. Draco put a smirk on his face, then pulled up by the window.
"Impedidenta!" Potter's window was reduced to dust, and when it cleared, Potter was already on his feet with his wand pointed threateningly at my face. Hm. Didn't take Potter having better cursing skills into account.
"Malfoy," Potter said calmly. Malfoy's head was racing. Had something happened to Potter last year? The encounter with the Dark Lord couldn't have wrought such a change in him. Malfoy smiled. Perhaps Potter had finally gotten in charge of his temper.
"Hello scarhead," Malfoy sneered, "I just couldn't wait to see you again." What? What was happening? Harry kept his wand up, and let the stream of spells keep running through his head.
"You're dad out of Azkaban yet? I might have to go put him back if he escaped," Harry quipped. Malfoy smiled.
"None of your businesses. I see you're all alone… All mighty Dumbledore abandon you?" Malfoy was still smiling. Harry was too.
"I see you've brought you're broom. Where are you off to? Surely your father hasn't disowned you? Mind you, if I were you're father, I would have done it along time ago…" Malfoy's smirk faltered.
"I want to go to the headquarters of the order of the phoenix." It was close, but Harry managed not to drop his wand.
"You WHAT? You've got to be kidding!"
"Not kidding, scarhead. And you're going to take me there," Harry laughed.
"Can't Malfoy. Dumbledore has to tell you where it is for you to be able to find it." Harry was going to have fun with this one. Taunting Malfoy was always enjoyable, and Harry was fairly sure that Malfoy felt the same way about him.
"Come in Malfoy, you've already blasted away half my wall," Harry bowed Malfoy into the small room.
"Do you actually live here?" Draco asked Harry incredulously. Draco shuddered to think what it would be like if he were forced to live in such a place.
"Yep. Unlike you, I don't own a mansion, and don't get everything I want," Harry told Draco, who almost laughed.
"You don't know the half of it. In fact, that's why I'm here. Getting what I want." Harry shot Draco a questioning look.
"You know how my dad's a death eater? Well, they won't tell me anything. Father spends half his time with the Dark Lord, and yet his son knows nothing about what's going on. So you are going to tell me." Potter laughed.
"Seems we've been having the same problem!"
"What do you mean? You must know exactly what's going on. Aren't you involved in the fight?" Draco's voice was questioning.
"Don't I wish. After all I've done, they still won't tell me anything. I managed to defeat Voldemort yet again and Dumbledore still won't let me fight."
Draco didn't believe it. The great Harry Potter was in the exact same situation that he was.
"Potter, can you think of any way that I could get into the Order's headquarters?" Potter snorted.
"And why, pray tell, would I help you get into there?" Draco had been expecting this question, and was ready to answer it.
"Because, it's like this. We both want to know how the second war's going, and we both have different view points. We'll strike a deal. I blast away the rest of this wall, and have Father get me out of trouble, then you take me to the order of the phoenix headquarters. I'll tell you what I know, you'll tell me what you know."
It was very tempting. He could wring Malfoy for information, then take him to the Order's hq. Deep down, Harry knew that if he tried hard enough, he could bring Malfoy over to the order's side. It would be a win win situation.
Harry was feeling reckless, so,
"Deal, Malfoy. You blast the rest of the wall, and I'll fetch my broom and trunk." Malfoy smiled, and pointed his wand at the wall.
As Harry was packing his things, he heard a slight explosion, and hurried up.
"Malfoy, bewitch my things to fly like yours. I'll get expelled if I do." Malfoy nodded, and muttered under his breath until Harry's possessions levitated up off the ground.
Harry mounted his broom, and the two boys kicked off, flying out the whole in the wall. There was one thought running through both their heads: how long can we remain enemies?
A/N There is was.I personally, hate this chapter. I just wrote chapter 11, and it is very good. Even if you didn't like this chapter, please review and read on, you won't regret it! Thanks in advance!