Name: Serendipities
Rating: M (mainly for later chapters)
Story:
After Harry defeated Voldemort , life in the wizarding community continued peacefully. After graduating Hogwarts Harry and Draco both continued their lives and everything seems to be alright. Until fate seems to start playing games with them. Or is it just fate….?
HPDM main slash, slyhterinish!Harry, non-canon, Snape/Sirius/Remus/Dumbl etc all alive (Voldie dead thou).
AN: Uh. Yeah. My second fic and already starting a longer one… I have no idea how long thou. But who cares :D Please tell me what you thought about this! And also don't be scared to correct me if there are any mistakes to be found. (which I believe there is…) But get on w/ the prologue of Serendipities ( oh how I LOVE that word..its so…absurd sounding)
And thanks Crithach I corrected the mistakes :3 So this is the second version of the prologue^^
-I DO NOT own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other characters places etc that occure in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling, I just mend them to mach my wicked imagination.^^-
Serendipities—Prologue
Draco felt himself drained, both from energy and patience. He had stood in the line feeling stupid for 2 hours. Two bloody fucking torturous HOURS, as Draco delineated in his head. And he wasn't even doing this for himself. No, this self-caused torture was result of Draco being nice. He had accepted his mothers request to help one of her few friends, feeling glad to be able to do a favor for his dear, but sometimes mildly eccentric, mother. That's how the proud heir of wealthy and absolutely pure-blood family of the Malfoy Manor ended up in a line of four hundred and thirty five muggles and one, by now very much bloodthirsty, wizard. Yes. Draco Malfoy had ended up meddling with the muggles, in a muggle bookstore, to get an autograph for his mother's muggle loving friend, to a muggle book written by a muggle author, and all because some momentary aberration in his personality. Being NICE was not the trademark of Draco Malfoy. In his mind Draco added "kill Sharon bloody Weckley" to his what-to-do-list right above "find out why in the name of bloody Merlin is Narcissa Malfoy a friend of such muggle-oriented plight as Weckley" and after "buy a new bottle of Shiney's D'lux Hairshine- shampoo". Draco grunted as someone in the line decided to move causing the man behind him billow against Dracos lean body. If there was something Draco hated, (yes I know not the best choise of words as Mr. Malfoy jnr hated at least almost …everything) it was this. Trying to get as far as possible from the disgusting stench of CHEAP cologne Draco clenched his hands into fists and growled.
I'll never EVER promise to help ANYBODY before knowing what the bloody request is…
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"Harry…I.. have a…favourtoask.." Hermione huffed to the boy lying in a comfy, black leather couch in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place, while trying to get rid of the dust covering her ropes. Huffing, because she had been in hurry to reach Harry, and covered in dust due to the negligent use of Floo Network that made her land badly to the fireplace of "Potter Mansion", as they usually –if lightly in a joking tone- called 12GP. Of course this was all caused by the fact that she was in hurry, usually Hermione never acted NEGLIGENT in anything. As for Harry, who was absolutely in no hurry, this all looked pretty much extraordinary, considering it was Monday morning when Hermione SHOULD have been giving orders about the Magical Creatures in the ministry, NOT in Harrys living room looking completely out of it.
The fact that it was Monday morning might make people ask why Harry was idling in his living room instead of flying his broom in the morning practice of London Longhorns (the Quidditch team which's seeker Harry was, currently placed 3rd in national league), and the explanation was quite simple. He had a broken arm, to be more accurate, the arm had been cursed to be broken. The fact that LL had been dominating the league this season added to the fact that Harry was the most popular player ever among the female population of the UK giving him the reputation as a true lady-killer, had been too much to some random unknown person. So as every normal guy in love would do in this situation he had decided to curse the cause of his misery and grieving. What he didn't know thou was that his jealousy over all the non-males in the world was meaningless, as Harry being, ah, let's say oriented elsewhere, didn't give a shit about all those love bitten females. Anyway he had made his plan come true and cursed Harry's hand in a way that prevented the healers from healing it magically (when they had tried, Harry had suddenly started to grow unbanishable orchids from his hair, which of course was horrific and most of all weird, so it had been decided that Harry had to heal it muggle-way) and due to that Harry was present in his living room at Monday morning ( and LL had drooped to the 3rd place in the league, causing nightmares to Ron Weasley, who was an dedicated fan of his best friends team). But back to the situation that occurred in 12 Grimmauld Place's living room in Monday 13 July at 10.24 AM.
"Hello Hermione. Welcome. What a nice day for leisurely visit your dear friend" Harry said with a playful smile on his face. Outside it was raining hard, and the humidity in the air had made Hermione's wild hair to go totally berserk. Added to the effect of dust and ash making her face dark gray Hermione looked more like commando soldier than the well-off Ministry officer she was.
"Shut it you twat" Hemione said cheerfully, understanding the humor in the situation. With a suave swing of her wand she got rid of the grey mask on her face and ropes before she hurried to give a kiss to Harry's temple.
" I was in hurry…but I really do have a favor to ask. And as I remember that someone owes me from this one recent…situation in front of the Wizards' leisure-hotel…" Hermione winked when Harry shuddered being reminded about the incident that included Harry, expensive hotel, smoking hot Spanish wizard and almost getting caught by the press.
"I really do owe you about that…You totally saved my ass there" Harry admitted without a fight, Hermione had distracted the reporters with some totally "kick-ass hexes" as Ron had called them after realizing that the reporters didn't even realize they had been hexed to follow a small stray dog obviously thinking it was Harry. "What can I do for you?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Well… My dad's birthday is coming next week, and I got his favorite author's book as a present. I meant to go to this autograph session today to get it signed, but something urgent came up and…"
"Yeah I got it." Harry grinned. He was truly glad that he was able to help Hermione out. It didn't happen that often that she needed any help in anything. "I'll go to get that autograph for you 'Mione"
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Dum dum duu… Hee… the chapter 1 will follow.