This is yet another test fic that I'm doing. I hope you like it. It's rated R for language and violence now and, if it goes far enough, for slash later on (and maybe some non-consensual sex, depending on how it goes).
It starts at the end of Harry's sixth year. Because I'm terrible at thinking up reasons for Harry and Draco to be together, just use your imagination and make up your own; they've already been together for about a year when this starts, so let's say they got together at the beginning of the year.
St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Homosexual Boys... by AnonymousBystander
Prologue - Parting
Harry groaned as the Hogwarts Express thudded to a halt in platform Nine and Three-Quarters. A grim, set expression on his face, he turned away from the window to Ron and Hermione, and his boyfriend, Draco.
"Is it time already?" he asked rhetorically, resigned to the inevitable parting that was soon to come.
Draco nodded solemnly and walked across the compartment to sit next to him. Letting his head drop onto Draco's shoulder, he inhaled his boyfriend's scent. "Drake," he said into Draco's shoulder, "I'm going to miss you."
Draco laughed mirthlessly. "No you won't," he said. "You're going to have so much fun with your Aunt and Uncle and cousing that you'll forget all about me by the time we come back in two months. I just don't want you to have TOO much fun, y'hear me?"
Harry tried to laugh at Draco's sarcasm, but couldn't manage it. All that came out was sort of a dry gasp mixed with a cough.
"Oi, you two lovebirds," Ron called, chuckling, "It's time to get off the train!"
Slowly, Harry stood up and stretched, then summoned his trunk from the rack, his last chance to use magic before the summer holidays that would lead up until his seventh year and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry knew that this summer would be an unbearable one. Apart from being away from his two best friends and boyfriend, he knew that the final battle with Voldemort was looming ever closer. Harry doubted that Voldemort would wait until after Harry was a fully qualified wizard.
'A year from now,' Harry thought, 'either he'll be dead, or I will.'
Draco, reading Harry's expression, held him by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Harry. I know what you're thinking. When it happens, I'll be there for you. I promise."
Harry pulled Draco in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks, Drake," we whispered into Draco's ear.
"Harryyy, Dracooo, let's goooo," Hermione sang at them impatiently, trying to stay standing as she held her trunk, the book she was reading on the train, and Crookshanks and his basket.
Harry pulled away from Draco and grabbed his trunk, hoisting it out of the compartment and into the platform, where hundreds of Hogwarts students were greeting their relatives. Harry looked around briefly for Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia, but couldln't see them. Maybe they were late. Or better yet, maybe they'd forgotten about him and moved, so he would have to stay with Draco or Ron. He shook his head. No, they'd get here eventually. They always did.
He put down his trunk and said his goodbyes to each of his friends in turn. Then he turned to Draco.
"You better owl me every day, or you're dead," Harry said to him.
"Only if you do," said Draco softly, caressing his cheek with one finger (A/N - sorry for the sappiness). They leaned for a kiss. Their lips met in an electrifying display of love, but it was over all to soon.
"Love you," whispered Draco into Harry's ear.
"Love you, too," said Harry softly gazing into Draco's stormy eyes.
Then he broke off his gaze and turned around, unable to continue like that, lest he would not ever be able to leave Draco's side. He had only taken a few steps away from him when he heard a nastily familiar voice.
"Oi! Boy! Get over here! Now!"
Harry approached his Uncle Vernon, who was purple-faced and looked livid. Harry didn't understand what he'd done already to make Uncle Vernon so mad. He opened his mouth to ask, but Uncle Vernon just said, "Follow me, boy, now."
He walked behind his uncle, bewildered, until they reached the car.
"In," commanded Uncle Vernon harshly.
Harry got into the passenger's side of the car, nervous now at what he could have possibly done to upset his uncle. Vernon got into the driver's seat and started up the car, face still purple, eyes bulging.
As the car pulled out of the parking lot haphazardly, Uncle Vernon announced into the air, half stating, half questioning, "You're a fag."
So this was what it was all about. Uncle Vernon must have seen Harry and Draco kissing. Harry groaned inwardly, but on the outside remained his composure. "Yes," he said with an air of defiance, avoiding his Uncle's menacing stare.
"Well--" Uncle Vernon stammered. "Well--" There was silence. "Well--...well--...well--this explains quite a bit. I always thought you were a queer, with that _wand_ of yours and your m-m-magic."
Harry said nothing.
"Well--" said Uncle Vernon yet again, having difficulty composing another complete sentence. A sudden smile lit his face, which made Harry inwardly scream. He didn't like that smile. It was the kind of smile that Uncle Vernon got when he gave Dudley a particularly large present for no reason at all, smirking at Harry all the while, daring Harry to protest.
But Harry said nothing. All he knew was that this smile was not good, and it was not good that Uncle Vernon was so angry when they were in a speeding car in the middle of the freeway.
"Well, _boy," Vernon spat, "I have a nice little project for you over the summer. St. Brutus's has some wonderful summer programs, did you know that?"
Harry's heart dropped through his stomach. He didn't know exactly what was coming, but it couldn't be good if it was at St. Brutus's.
"I was just reading a brochure on it, boy, and they've got a program that I think will fit you nicely. Do you know what it's called, boy? It's called St. Brutus's Secure Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys." Vernon chuckled evilly, like a demonic kid at christmas time, staring at his pile of enourmas presents. "I think you'll have lots of fun this summer..."
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Please, tell me what you think. Should I continue this, or is it a waste of time? Please, review!
It starts at the end of Harry's sixth year. Because I'm terrible at thinking up reasons for Harry and Draco to be together, just use your imagination and make up your own; they've already been together for about a year when this starts, so let's say they got together at the beginning of the year.
St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Homosexual Boys... by AnonymousBystander
Prologue - Parting
Harry groaned as the Hogwarts Express thudded to a halt in platform Nine and Three-Quarters. A grim, set expression on his face, he turned away from the window to Ron and Hermione, and his boyfriend, Draco.
"Is it time already?" he asked rhetorically, resigned to the inevitable parting that was soon to come.
Draco nodded solemnly and walked across the compartment to sit next to him. Letting his head drop onto Draco's shoulder, he inhaled his boyfriend's scent. "Drake," he said into Draco's shoulder, "I'm going to miss you."
Draco laughed mirthlessly. "No you won't," he said. "You're going to have so much fun with your Aunt and Uncle and cousing that you'll forget all about me by the time we come back in two months. I just don't want you to have TOO much fun, y'hear me?"
Harry tried to laugh at Draco's sarcasm, but couldn't manage it. All that came out was sort of a dry gasp mixed with a cough.
"Oi, you two lovebirds," Ron called, chuckling, "It's time to get off the train!"
Slowly, Harry stood up and stretched, then summoned his trunk from the rack, his last chance to use magic before the summer holidays that would lead up until his seventh year and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry knew that this summer would be an unbearable one. Apart from being away from his two best friends and boyfriend, he knew that the final battle with Voldemort was looming ever closer. Harry doubted that Voldemort would wait until after Harry was a fully qualified wizard.
'A year from now,' Harry thought, 'either he'll be dead, or I will.'
Draco, reading Harry's expression, held him by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Harry. I know what you're thinking. When it happens, I'll be there for you. I promise."
Harry pulled Draco in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks, Drake," we whispered into Draco's ear.
"Harryyy, Dracooo, let's goooo," Hermione sang at them impatiently, trying to stay standing as she held her trunk, the book she was reading on the train, and Crookshanks and his basket.
Harry pulled away from Draco and grabbed his trunk, hoisting it out of the compartment and into the platform, where hundreds of Hogwarts students were greeting their relatives. Harry looked around briefly for Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia, but couldln't see them. Maybe they were late. Or better yet, maybe they'd forgotten about him and moved, so he would have to stay with Draco or Ron. He shook his head. No, they'd get here eventually. They always did.
He put down his trunk and said his goodbyes to each of his friends in turn. Then he turned to Draco.
"You better owl me every day, or you're dead," Harry said to him.
"Only if you do," said Draco softly, caressing his cheek with one finger (A/N - sorry for the sappiness). They leaned for a kiss. Their lips met in an electrifying display of love, but it was over all to soon.
"Love you," whispered Draco into Harry's ear.
"Love you, too," said Harry softly gazing into Draco's stormy eyes.
Then he broke off his gaze and turned around, unable to continue like that, lest he would not ever be able to leave Draco's side. He had only taken a few steps away from him when he heard a nastily familiar voice.
"Oi! Boy! Get over here! Now!"
Harry approached his Uncle Vernon, who was purple-faced and looked livid. Harry didn't understand what he'd done already to make Uncle Vernon so mad. He opened his mouth to ask, but Uncle Vernon just said, "Follow me, boy, now."
He walked behind his uncle, bewildered, until they reached the car.
"In," commanded Uncle Vernon harshly.
Harry got into the passenger's side of the car, nervous now at what he could have possibly done to upset his uncle. Vernon got into the driver's seat and started up the car, face still purple, eyes bulging.
As the car pulled out of the parking lot haphazardly, Uncle Vernon announced into the air, half stating, half questioning, "You're a fag."
So this was what it was all about. Uncle Vernon must have seen Harry and Draco kissing. Harry groaned inwardly, but on the outside remained his composure. "Yes," he said with an air of defiance, avoiding his Uncle's menacing stare.
"Well--" Uncle Vernon stammered. "Well--" There was silence. "Well--...well--...well--this explains quite a bit. I always thought you were a queer, with that _wand_ of yours and your m-m-magic."
Harry said nothing.
"Well--" said Uncle Vernon yet again, having difficulty composing another complete sentence. A sudden smile lit his face, which made Harry inwardly scream. He didn't like that smile. It was the kind of smile that Uncle Vernon got when he gave Dudley a particularly large present for no reason at all, smirking at Harry all the while, daring Harry to protest.
But Harry said nothing. All he knew was that this smile was not good, and it was not good that Uncle Vernon was so angry when they were in a speeding car in the middle of the freeway.
"Well, _boy," Vernon spat, "I have a nice little project for you over the summer. St. Brutus's has some wonderful summer programs, did you know that?"
Harry's heart dropped through his stomach. He didn't know exactly what was coming, but it couldn't be good if it was at St. Brutus's.
"I was just reading a brochure on it, boy, and they've got a program that I think will fit you nicely. Do you know what it's called, boy? It's called St. Brutus's Secure Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys." Vernon chuckled evilly, like a demonic kid at christmas time, staring at his pile of enourmas presents. "I think you'll have lots of fun this summer..."
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Please, tell me what you think. Should I continue this, or is it a waste of time? Please, review!