Okay. Yeah, I planned on writing a different story. You may have read it in my bio. But. Well, yeah, I don't stick to my plans. This is once again going to be slash (A big "duh" here)
Okay. Complete and total AU. As in, *nothing* is similar. Harry was sorted into Slytheren. Becomes best friends with Draco. This is going to start as a friendship fic, between Harry and Draco at least. But well, you'll see that they both get around the school. They probably will end up dating at some point or another. But who knows. (Well, I do, but you don't, so Ha!). Harry is completely OOC, but seeing as it is my fic I can do that. Uhm, Draco, well, probably a little OC. I have a few chapters of this planned out. But, well, I'll work on it, I promise! (I NEED A BETA) Hm. Was that a little loud, do ya think, well I hope so, 'cause I do need one!
Okay enough rambling.
(Oh yeah, please don't bite me for this not being British enough, Okay, you can bite me. But not to hard! I'm American, not British. Well, you understand. I try my best. And this is un-beta'd. Please, help me fix any mistakes.)
DISCLAIMER
: The only thing that belongs to me is the plot…Which isn't very original. And the clothes I'm wearing, but you can have those.. ;)…Uhm..So yeah, anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling, the creator of ::sigh:: Draco…Oh, and Harry Potter to. So none of this is mine. Please don't sue!Rated
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"Hey, Weasel, get out of our way!" Called Draco Malfoy, swaggering down the middle of the corridors. His platinum hair, which once was always slicked back, now fell softly to his shoulders.
"C'mon Drake, be nice," said his companion, jabbing Draco in the side with his elbow. "It's to early to be fighting."
"Harry. First, it's 12:00, that's plenty late enough for fighting. And second, you don't tell me what to do.!" Said Draco, in a petulant tone.
"You're a bitch, Draco, you know that," replied Harry, "I don't know why I'm even friends with you."
"Because of my amazing good looks, and my charming personality?" Draco countered. Tossing his head arrogantly.
Ron Weasly, looked on, his face getting redder with every word the two spoke, until his face became redder even than his hair. The two in front of him continued bickering, oblivious to the rest of the school, especially the red-head in front of them. He stood there, waiting for the two to finish. Ron heard someone walking up behind him. He turned around to see his long time girlfriend, Hermione, come up behind him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"What are you up to?" She whispered in his ear. Seeing his red face, and the two boys in front of him, it wasn't very hard for Hermione to figure out. "Ron, you stop this fighting right this instant!" she yelled at him, shaking her finger.
The two boys squabbling in front of them, along with everyone else in the hallway, looked at the girl chastising her boyfriend. Seeing that it was just Ron and Hermione, most of the people just turned away.
"Hermione…I wasn't..I mean..It…..They started it!" Ron finished. His face getting even redder.
"You know Weasel, if your face gets any brighter I do believe you will explode." Draco put in, smirking widely.
"Dra-aco", whined Harry, "leave it, I'm hungry."
Now Ron was just angry. He hated being ignored. "I don't need *you* to stick up for me. Potter. I can take care of my self, thanks"
"I wasn't sticking up for you, Weasel. And I am hungry," responded Harry icily.
"Good. I think I could stick up better for myself than a whore ever could anyways." Shouted Ron, unaware he was being so loud.
Harry's eyes clouded over for a minuet, before he responded lightly "At least I have a job, luv." Then he turned around, and sauntered off toward the great hall
"Good going Weasel" Draco retorted , shoving Ron into the wall, "was that the best you could come up with, "whore" I mean come on Weasle," he sneered. "Do you think something like that would even hurt Harry's feelings?!" Draco said this, knowing quite well that that was the one thing that hurt Harry's feelings more than anything. But he tried to ignore the memory of the hurt look in Harry's eyes, as he continued after Ron. "Think! I know it's hard for you Gryfindorks, but I'm sure you could at least come up with something better!" Draco went on, with a disgusted look. Angry at the way Ron treated Harry. He had been ready to go off at Ron for a long time. And now seemed to be the opportune moment.
"From what I hear Harry doesn't even have feelings!" snapped Ron. "He's a freakn' ice king….Or should I say "Ice Queen"" leered Ron.
Draco just smirked. "We could say the same of you, Weasel"
"I-I've got a girlfriend" Ron replied, a defensive look in his eyes.
"Hmm..Well, Ronny-boy, that hasn't always been true. I've heard you've done, a little bit of experimenting yourself there." countered Draco arrogantly, purposely leering at Ron's crotch.
Ron blushed, attempting to hide his face, and body, behind his girlfriend, which, was quite in possible seeing as Ron was good two heads taller. "Stupid queer," he mutterd, his head hanging.
Draco just made a disgusted noise before shoving Ron into the wall, and heading of after Harry.
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"Ron!" Hermione yelled at him, "Why'd you go and fight with Harry. Why do you always have to fight with Harry. He's always polite with you!"
"Sorry, 'moine," Ron replied abashedly. "It's not like I said anything that wasn't true, I mean, everyone knows Harry is a whore 'n such."
"RON!" Hermione screeched, "Don't use that language around me! Harry is not a whore! He just happens to be unable to find someone he wants to settle down with, that's all. Harry DOES, have feelings, and what was that "stupid queer" comment, your best friend is queer and you don't seem to have a problem with Seamus, or your brothers for that matter, who've made their way around this school."
Ron looked away, he knew Hermoione could keep after him for hours unless he found some way to distract her, "'mione, wanta help me with my potions essay due Monday?"
"Ugh, Boys!" Hermione cried, throwing up her hands!
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"Harry, wait up!" Called Draco, weaving through the crowds after Harry.
"I don't know why I let him get to me" mumbled Harry as Draco caught up, "we could have been great friends, I'm sure of it, maybe I just need to work on it more…" he trailed off.
"Harry, you don't want to waste time on the Weasel and the rest of those Gryfindorks. They aren't worth it." Draco said consolingly, "Anyways, you can't befriend the whole world, Hell, I don't think it's even possible."
"My Dad would've been able to, everyone loved him." Said Harry sadly.
"Harry, you are not your father. And he wouldn't want you to force yourself into being friends with everyone, especially if it cause problems for you." Replied Draco, swinging a friendly arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Said the son of a death eater"
"Said the Boy-Who-Lived"
"All right, all right, you win" said Harry, smiling broadly, "Now, c'mon, I'm hungry!"
"Fair enough," replied Draco, "but Harry, you at least need to be presentable before you eat, what will people think of you?!" With that, Draco pulled out his wand, and with a quick cleaning spell, "Clenairon," Draco was able to clean off Harry's silken robes.
Harry's silver and green robes.
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A/N Okay, what did you think. I'm already working on my other chapter, sorry this one was so short. I'll try to make them longer, but this seemed like a good place to stop. Okay, there was tons of dialogue, I'm sure you noticed. That's because I suck at dialogue, so I'm using a lot, hoping to get better. Uhm, I am working on one my other story, and am planning out another at the moment. I'll try to update at least one of them, if not all, every Monday.
Well, thanks for reading. And it will get better, (I'm pretty sure). G'bye.
