The Boy Next Door

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry nor Draco, too bad.. They belong to the marvelous J.K. Rowling. If I own them the title wouldn't be Harry Potter, it would be Harry Malfoy o

Pairings: Just H/D for now…

Rating: PG (What is PG in the new rating system?)

WARNING: AU.The fic contains shounen ai, which means a boy loving another boy. I have warned you, okay… If you are not comfortable with the idea, then simply press the "back" button.

Summary: What if Harry and Draco did not live in a magic world, but instead lived as neighbors in the muggle world? Maybe the Malfoys could have a normal muggle life, on the other hand, maybe not.

Author: StrawberryJubilee

Beta: Auroranq

Day One: The Veela

His name is Harry Potter; he lives with his uncle Vernon, his aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley. The Dursleys have treated him much nicer lately. In the past, they regarded him more as a slave than a nephew. Now, they even gave him a room to himself. He was sure that their change in behavior had something to do with a visit from a mysterious man named Dumbledore. They looked terrified when the man came. The next morning his aunt took him to the department store to buy him new clothes. Up until now who and for what purpose the strange man came is still a mystery for Harry.

Dudley was in summer camp for vacation, but his uncle asked Harry to stay home to help around the house a bit. Just like every average teenage, he was relaxing on his summer vacation sitting near the window, reading his favorite fantasy book written by his favorite author: J. K. Rowling. The raven-haired boy was just another ordinary junior high student. Everything about him was average. His grades were average. His looks were average: messy dark hair, average teenage style (blue jeans and his favorite band t-shirt) and a pair of glasses. The only things that make Harry stand out from others are his bright emerald eyes. Apart from his unusual eye color, his life was a completely normal teenage life. Until the day he met someone who would completely change his life.

He heard that there would be a new neighbor next door. The neighbor was supposed to have a son, but what he was seeing was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. A delicate slender body, matched with porcelain white skin, silky golden strands of hair, gracious fairy like movements, and a pair of icy silver eyes staring at him. 'Such a beauty,' he thought. The one who was standing right across his window perfectly matched what he had always imagined as a veela, the fairy like creatures in his favorite fantasy book. That is what he would have imagined the woman of his dreams to look like.

When Harry finally realized that his jaw was hanging open amazed by this captivating person, he accidentally dropped his book. He reached down to pick up his book and when he looked across the window again, to his disappointment his veela was gone. There was no one in the house next door.

"Maybe it was just my imagination. It is impossible for a human to be that beautiful," he thought as he continued reading his book.

The next morning Harry woke-up from his uncle calling out rather loudly, "Harry! Come down and meet our new neighbors!"

Not fully awaked, he did not realize that his hair was in such a mess. Some strands were standing out, he quickly tidied his clothes and hurried downstairs. To his surprise, he saw his veela in his living room sitting next to his uncle and a fairy-like man. He stopped dead in his tracks and once again, his jaw went slack. 'Oh, dear Lord… I think I am in love… She is so beautiful… It wasn't my imagination after all…' he thought as his heartbeat went into overdrive.

"Harry?" uncle Vernon looked confused at his nephews actions. "Come down here and sit with us."

Again, a pair of icy silver eyes were staring into his emerald ones. Harry realized that his actions must have looked strange to the veela. He hastily tried to tidy his messy hair and quickly walked down the stairs with his head down.

His uncle patted a seat next to the veela for Harry to sit. "Lucius and Draco, this is Harry," he introduced Harry to the new neighbors.

"Harry Potter," he introduced himself. There was an odd expression on Lucius' face which Harry could not comprehend after he had said the word 'Potter'.

"I am Lucius Malfoy. And this is my son, Draco Malfoy." Harry could sense that Lucius is trying to sound civil, but Harry could still hear the arrogance and coldness from his tone of voice. There is a sound of inherent pride every time he says the 'Malfoy' name. From their appearance and the way they act, they do seem to come from a wealthy and noble family.

Harry's eyes widen when he hears 'son'. He couldn't believe his ears. He felt like someone just broke his heart. His images of being with the beautiful veela shattered apart. 'Oh, dear Lord… how could a boy have such beauty as him?? I can't believe this…'

"Ehem…" Harry too occupied with his own thoughts to see Draco's hand held out.

"So-sorry…" Harry felt that his cheeks were getting warmer. "I-I am Harry, nice to meet you." Harry gazed in to the silver orbs.

"Draco Malfoy." His voice was very cold and deep. The same pride as his father heard from his tone of voice also. There was something very mysterious with the boy, but Harry couldn't tell what it was.

His Aunt Petunia came back from the kitchen with some cakes and tea. "So, Vernon, could you tell me about the neighborhood here?" The there of them were in a deep conversation about life in Privet Drive. Meanwhile, both Harry and Draco were keeping their thoughts to themselves; unconsciously Harry kept trying to gaze to Draco's eyes every now and then.

Feeling uneasy, Draco got up, "I would like to excuse myself. I am going to take a walk for some fresh air."

Lucius raised an eyebrow wondering what made his son so uneasy. "Harry, do you mind accompanying Draco for a walk?" With that remark, he received a glare from his son.

"Um… My pleasure, sir…"

When they got outside, both of them reserved silence until Harry spoke, "Draco, which school are you going to attend?"

"Hogwarts," he said as he starred into Harry's emerald eyes.

"Really? We'll be in the same school then."

"I guess so," reflexively, Draco still engaged by Harry's eyes. "Those eyes. You don't look like your parents."

"They're not my parents. I live with my aunt and uncle…" he looked down, "since my parents died."

"I am sorry to remind you of them." Draco simply could not break his gaze from the fascinating emerald eyes.

"It's fine, Draco," Harry tried to smile to break the anxious feeling between them as Draco continued to stare. "I got them from my mother."

"Pardon me?" Draco awoke from his trance.

"These eyes. They're the same color as my mother's."

"I see…"

"Are you living only with your father?" Harry wondered if the boy had a sister.

"No, I have-" his words were cut off by someone calling his name.

"Draco!" A black haired boy approached them and suddenly landed a kiss on Draco's lips. Once again, Harry's jaw was hanging open and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. 'Oh, dear Lord…'

TBC

A/N:

This is AU, okay.. The chapters will be short, but I will try to update frequently. R&R please… I would like to know how you think. Arigatou.. I do not know if there is already a ficcie with the same theme (I guess there is) because I can't scout all 280.417 fics of HP.

Thank you for my beloved beta, Aurora! glompz

Thanks for the reviews too, people..