It's a little story about Harry and Draco as kids. It takes place before their first year at Hogwarts. I guess I changed their first meeting:)
It may be considered as slash, but rather minor...
And great thanks to LunaParvulus, who was a beta reader for this fic:)))
Hope you'll enjoy:)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine...unfortunately...
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It was said that sometimes when you feel angry, just frustrated or even depressed, you could tell all your feelings to a total stranger and that would make you feel better.
Too tired of yelling at his house-elves, breaking his mother's favourite china, buying everything he could see in the Diagon alley, and even bored with flying on his new broom, young Draco Malfoy had decided to try that out. So that was why he was sitting at Fortescue's searching for a "prey".
His eyes stopped at the blond girl with a dreamy expression in her eyes sitting two tables away from him. Draco was sure she was from a magical family – remembered her from somewhere, though he couldn't recall her name. A girl had a necklace – Draco wasn't able to tell what it was made from. Looks like carrots. Draco thought. Such distaste.
The girl wasn't the option. Not only because of her appearance, but because the blond boy needed someone unknown, though definitely not a muggle-born. He spotted two red haired wizards down the road and snorted disgracefully. Weasley...
Then his attention caught a figure of an almost giant man. Wow...I should ask Father about him.
Draco narrowed his eyes as he noticed a boy, who desperately tried to catch up with the giant's pace. As the strange pair went into one of the shops Draco jumped from his seat and rushed across the street, but after a second he stopped himself. Patience. And continued his walk gracefully, stopping by the show-window of the nearby store.
What is taking them so long? Wondered the little blond; his mood getting worse with every passing second.
Finally the giant and a boy with incredibly messy hair exited the shop, both holding enormous bags in their hands. They continued their way down the street, Draco following not far behind. After a few stops at different shops, the giant had taken bags from the little boy's hands and left him in a nearest cafe. As soon as the man was enough far away Draco rushed to the other kid, grabbed his hand and dragged him away.
"Hey! What are you doing?" the boy shouted when he came to his senses and tried to pull away. The boy appeared to be stronger than the lithe blond, but they were already in the middle of a little garden. Alone. Just what the blond needed. Draco glared at the boy in front of him, while the boy glared back at Draco.
"What do you want from me?"
"Do you know who I am?" Asked the blond, ignoring other boy's question.
"A madman?"
"Trying to be witty? You aren't good at it," the blond commented.
"So. Do you know who I am?"
"No. I don't. Isn't it obvious? Well... Who are you, anyway?"
"Ha! As if I'm going to tell you!" Draco squeaked with a victorious grin. Though, that didn't seem to affect the black haired boy.
"What is your name?" the blond asked.
"Why should I tell you if you are not going to tell me your name?"
"Hm...Because I want it?"
"I don't care."
Draco pouted.
Wow...he's cute...but spoiled...but cute... That little contradiction occupied Harry's thoughts until he heard a quiet voice.
"Draco."
"What?"
"I said, Draco. That's my name, stupid! But I'm not giving you any more information!" He stated angrily, but rather adorably.
"Okay. I'm Harry," the dark haired boy said, smiling.
"Good. Now, listen!"
"Um...I'm listening."
Draco looked at him with confusion – he didn't know where to start.
"Well...first of all, I'm mad!"
"I've already got such suspicions."
"No. I mean I'm pissed off. Annoyed. Irritated. Mad."
"At me?"
"Not at you, idiot. But if you don't stop asking stupid questions I'll be mad at you."
This boy isn't making any sense, Harry thought.
"At my father, first of all," the blond boy continued.
Draco started pacing while Harry just stood there, his eyes following the unruly boy.
"He's just...you know, he controls everything in my life. Well, people say it's a normal thing for a parent to do, but he...! It's too much! I can't stand it when he tells me what to wear, how to behave, to be nice with one people and rude with another. The last one is the most irritating!"
"But you seem to be pretty spoiled by him," Harry commented. Judging by the way the blond boy acted he must be getting everything he wanted.
"I'm not spoiled! ... He just buys me what I need. And what if I need a lot of things?"
"Oh..."
"But that's not important! Well, it is...but not now. He forbade me to listen to music I like! I don't even understand what is so bad about that group! Though... it was a muggle group. Now that I think about it, I guess father didn't like that fact," the blond mused thoughtfully not paying attention to Harry's amused look.
"And that book he found in my room last weekend...He burnt it! Can you believe that!?"
"What was the book about?" Harry asked with increasing interest.
"Just a simple novel. Nothing special. It was written by witch from France, a beautiful romantic story about two lovers who can't be together because of the social differences. And in the end the girl runs away from her house, because she can't take abuse of her step-mother, and her beloved one tries to find her. And then…" Suddenly he stopped and looked at Harry as if he had just noticed other boy's presence.
His face was red with embarrassment. Draco coughed and continued.
"Well, just a romantic story, as I said. I really loved it. But now I am not even able to find another copy. I was so upset when I saw only ashes and father's angry face. Though it's good he hasn't found other novels under my bed." The last sentence he added quietly.
"You like romantic novels?"Harry asked teasingly.
"Yes! There is nothing wrong with that!" Draco defended himself while blushing.
"So...what other crimes has your father committed?" the black haired boy asked in mocking voice.
The blond looked at him strangely, and then averted his eyes. He was silent for a couple of minutes, so Harry started worrying.
"Is everything alright?" Harry finally asked.
"No! That's why we are here, idiot!" The blond shouted and continued his rant.
"Father threw out half of my clothes, saying I should wear darker or at least more formal ones. That's sooooooo stupid! I do like light-green color, and yellow, and purple, and blue. The rainbow colors are so beautiful! Moreover, blue looks well with my grey eyes and blond hair."
Harry looked at the blond imagining him in blue robes. Well...that must look lovely.
"It's great that father doesn't mind me playing with girls. I mean, Blaise is my best friend and all...but he can be so mean sometimes. Girls are so much better to play with. Though they don't like Quidditch..."
Harry was going to ask what Quidditch was, but Draco outstripped him.
"But you know what the worst really is?"
"I don't have a clue..." the dark haired boy answered trying not to sound too bored. The blond was amusing and adorable, but Harry already grew tired of his constant whining. He didn't even understand why he still stayed there.
"Father wants me to befriend him!" Draco said horrified and disgusted at the same time.
"With him?"
"Yes. With that arrogant, selfish Har-"
"Draco, darling, there you are." A soft voice called from behind.
Harry turned around and saw a woman with long blond hair standing in the shod gates of the garden.
"Mother!" Draco cried barely hiding his disappointment.
"Come on, Dragon. Father has completed all his business in Gringotts. We have to go."
Draco looked at his mother hesitantly, then turned his gaze to Harry.
"See you at Hogwarts. Bye," he whispered quickly before running to his mother. They both disappeared around the corner, leaving the stunned boy behind.
That was the way Harry Potter learned that Draco Malfoy wasn't such a git he seemed to be...and well, that was also how he found out that the blond was gay...but he fully understood the importance of that fact much later.
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