Drarry~ Harry & Draco~ Belated Beginnings ~ A Nikirockztar Fic
So this is an entirely different take on Harry Potter & The Philosophers Stone~ If You Don't Like Different Stuff- Don't Read It!
If You Don't Like Yaoi- Don't Read It!
Also, If You Don't Like To Hear Most Of The Original Story Before It Gets To My Plot- Don't Complain To Me- It's To Build Setting And Plot AND To Remind You Of The Beginning Story Line.
This is my first fic on , so be nice! LOL, nahh feel free to review, comment and whatever else you fancy.
All credit goes to J.K Rowling for bringing us this beautiful couple~ I just wish it was me who owned them!
If there are any typo's I apologize now- Like I said before this is my first upload on here and I'm eager to see what happens and what it does etc!
Harry had just reached the bridge in the over-crowded train station, sticking as close to the over-large giant of a man as possible. Harry wasn't sure if he liked him or not yet.
" What are you lookin' at? Hagrid exclaimed at yet another passerby, giving him an upward glance. Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. So what if Hagrid was huge? Just as well that nobody saw his ugly face, seeing as it was higher in the clouds than everyone else's. He sighed to himself
" How did I get in this situation? Harry murmured to himself. Walking in a train station with normal people, like everything was normal. " Harry scoffed to himself at the thought of being "normal" he had been anything but normal from the start. A messy, untameable mop of black hair that stuck up at odd, tufty angles, the nerdy round glasses that were that may have been fashionable two centuries ago and were broken in the middle when his uncle, Vernon Dursley, had threw a frying pan at him and a lightning shaped scar on the right of his forehead which had been hidden behind a deliberately flattened fringe.
"Oh blimey! Is that the time? Blimey Harry, I'd better be off! Dumbledore'll be wantin' his...well He'll be wantin' to see me!" He chuckled to himself. Harry looked up at his rounded face innocently.
" Well...here's yer ticket! Stick to it Harry! Stick to your ticket!" Hagrid emphasized.
Harry took the ticket off the half-giant. He stared at it. He looked at it again in disbelief, hoping his eyes were tricking him. Even the most stupidest of people knew that...
"There's no such thing as Platform Nine And Three Quarters!" Harry exclaimed as he turned up and looked at Hagrid. He saw nothing.
Harry silently fumed and cussed to himself. Nine And Three Quarters. As if that existed? Harry thought many thoughts while he pushed his trolley along, his owl hooting merrily.
"Nine And Three Quarters my ASS!" Harry swore aloud, startling a small, podgy man striding in the opposite direction. His owl shifted on the perch in her cage, her beady, amber eyes fixed intently on green eyes. Harry sighed and looked around. There was nothing wizard like to look at. No robes, no wands waving...nothing. Trundling along, Harry looked for help. A small, plump man stood near Platform 8, his blue uniform bulging in all the wrong places, giving him the appearance of a bowling ball. Harry approached him, and he knew he would sound stupid.
" Excuse me, I don't suppose you'd know where platform Nine And Three Quarters is"
The attendant scoffed like Harry was mentally insane.
"Nine And Three Quarters..Think You're Being Funny.."
(This is where my plot begins btw- yes it's only a little bit- I'm still furthering it!)
A hoot echoed from the other side of the Platform. Harry turned his head as the attendant waddled away. A small, blonde boy strutted across on the other side of the Platform, while a lanky blonde woman pushed a Hogwarts trunk, complete with a brown tawny owl alongside him. A few steps behind, a tall man followed, his long blonde hair trailing elegantly down his back and tapping a cane along with him, complete with a well carved snake head at the top of the cane. As Harry stared at this odd family and how much they contrasted with the oblivious Muggles around them, the young boys voice reached Harry's ears:
" Mother, you won't write to me every week will you? It will be highly embarrassing in front of my peers."
Harry could see the boys' grey eyes, deep and meaningful, bore through his mothers.
" You haven't even started yet Draco." The mother sighed and gave her son a funny look.
" But it will STILL be embarrassing. REGARDLESS of what YOU say." He emphasized.
Harry smiled to himself. What a boy. The kind he could make a friend out of. Besides, He was beautiful. The way that his hair fell in the right place without effort, the way he moved effortlessly and somewhat glided, like a snake: elegant but deadly. His sharp features against his snowy white skin. How someone this gorgeous could have come from such parents Harry couldn't work out.
Harry sighed. That boy wouldn't notice him, it would be like being a piece of chewing gum in a chewing gum factory- unmissable, blending in with the scenery. That's what Harry was unintentionally good at. Still, Harry thought, there could still be hope.
Harry moved his trolley a bit closer and waited for an opportune moment. He would get this Draco character to notice him. If it KILLED him.