Life is Beautiful

Author speaking: Hey readers. This will NOT be a one-shot. It WILL get finished. (everyone looks at author in amazement) I know. I know. What the hell am I smoking? Well, I'm not smoking anything. I just got inspired and I've been beta-ing Dress up romance xx's stories and well, now she is gonna do mine and wanted me to write more than a one-shot and she is gonna keep me on track. And you can all go thank her by reading her stories. A link to her profile can be found on my page. ALSO, I have read sooo many fanfictions, that its hard to keep track of what ive read and what was completely original or what ideas sprouted from what ive read, so if something seems familiar, I apologize, none of this was written with any intention of plagiarizing or stealing ideas and what not, to me it all came from my brain even if I don't remember how it got there.

Summary: AU muggle! Harry lives in small suburbia. Draco, a big city boy, moves in next door. Draco is obsessive about filming everything and never goes anywhere without his camera. What happens when he takes an interest in Harry? SLASH DMHP. A humurous romantic journey of two boys teaching each other that Life IS Beautiful.

Warnings/Rating: this fic is rated M for language, crude humor, eventually sex, teens being teens, OOCness to the max, brief nudity, disturbing images, violent content, mentioning of drug material, violence, creepy-ness, the fact that I don't know how much of that stuff will be in the story but I was bored and looking up why movies are rated R. lmao. . ill give warnings in a chapter if anything that might super offend anyone occurs. This one isn't that bad but you should all know one of my favorite words is "fuck" and may occur randomly without warning. OH! And I live in California. Therefore I write like I'm Californian, with Californian humor and all. Don't like it, suck it. MWAHAHAHAHA. Actually, you can just leave a complaint and ill read it, laugh, and continue doing what I do.

Disclaimer: I hate this part. I do not own Harry Potter, or any piece of any franchise related to it. I am just a fan writing a FANfiction. No copyright infringement was intended. No money is being made. Characters, however, are being warped by my mind and stuck in a situation that I own. Please don't plagiarize. If you like an idea, drop me a review and ask to borrow something.

-note: I promise my beginning notes wont be this long ever again (for this story anyway)-

Chapter 1: Over-rated Boys and Attention Starved Girls


Overrated boys and attention starved girls
A little curious, a little insecure
They call it love it might be premature
But they don't need excuses

-Self Against City-

"If I said I had to go to New York tonight, would you go with me?"

"What?!?"

"Would you?"

Let's rewind.

Tuesday morning, September 20, 7:24 am. Harry's house.

"Oh Vernon! Someone finally bought that old bat's house next door. I thought it would never sell." Petunia told her obese husband who was currently shoving food in his face while "reading" the newspaper. When she got no response she went about snooping around the windows trying to see what kind of people her new neighbors were. She wasn't having much luck finding anything to complain about. It upset her very much.

Sounds of feet pounding down the stairs like thunder alerted Vernon to the arrival of his almost equally obese son Dudley. Vernon offered a smile and a pound of bacon to his son because apparently he wasn't fat enough. Harry came down five minutes later and got reprimanded for the possiblity of making them late. He just rolled his eyes, threw his backpack over his shoulder, mumbled he would be walking to school from now on, ran a hand through his hair to accentuate how messy it was, smirked, then slammed the door before his aunt and uncle could yell at him. Even though the door was closed and Harry could no longer hear them, Petunia shrieked about how he looked like a homeless boy and Vernon screamed about how he was an ungrateful brat for all the times he had driven him to school out of the kindness of his heart.

Harry Potter hated where he lived. He hated who he lived with. He hated why he lived like he did. He hated living. He hated how the trees that lined his street looked exactly the same and sat in a perfectly straight line that was paralell to each other. He hated that all the houses looked the same. He hated how all the kids were the same, except him. He hated that he was friends with the people he should hate and was popular for being different. He hated how everyone knew each other and that secrets spread fast in a place like this. Suburbia sucks.

While Harry was on his "I hate everything" tangent he hadn't realized he had arrived at school. Which of course was completely plain and normal looking. There were a few signs sitting around for freshman ASB elections. Harry sighed and walked into the building. He walked the almost familiar path to his locker. He had only been in school for about 2 weeks and was already wishing for summer to start back up, and he hated summer because it meant he was stuck at home. With the Dursleys. Doing stupid chores. All stupid fucking day long. Yeah. I should start a suicide club.

The bell for students to go to first period rang. Harry sighed, grabbed his Pre-Cal book and headed off to class. He arrived and sat in his normal desk in the back. He was way to smart to be in this class, but it didn't matter, it was a higher class than most seniors were taking and he was getting an easy A. He laughed to himself when he thought of his friend Ron and how he was still in Algebra 1B.

The tardy bell rang.

"Goodmorning class." Mrs. Jarnigan said.

The class replied with a half "mornin"

"I said 'GOODmoooorning class'!"

"GOODmoooorning Mrs. Jarnigan." They replied too tired of pretending to be angsty to continue playing her game.

"Well, now let's start with a warm up while I take roll." She wrote down two problems on the board and then walked to her podium to check her seating chart against the students in their seats and filled out the attendence sheet.

"The class works. The teacher appears to be doing something lame as most teachers do. The room as you can see is quite boring. A few posters that are supposed to enforce basic life rules like "smoking kills" and "Don't Drink and Drive" you know, why would they have posters like that in High School? Teenagers aren't allowed to drink, so why would we have signs that tell us not to drink and drive? Is it because the gov-"

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Jarnigin asked while eyeing the strange student standing in her classroom narrating something to his video camera.

"The teacher speaks!" The boy focused his camera on her and zoomed in on her eye. She blinked.

"What do you think you are doing young man? Why aren't you in class?"

The entire class sat on the edge of their seats, watching in baited breath, nothing exciting ever happened. This was like a prime-time soap opera for the students of Mrs. Jarnigin's first period class. Well, the entire class except Harry, he was transfixed on the boy's light shiny purple nails. Boys don't paint their nails. What the fuck?

"I am in class." He said, pulling out a white slip of paper from his backpocket. Without diverting his attention from his camera, he handed the slip to the teacher. She looked it over, sighed, initialed the slip of paper and handed it back.

"Now if you could be so kind as to turn off that camera of yours and introduce yourself?"

"Ahh, and so the math teacher surpresses my creativity." The blonde boy turned off the camea, put it away, flipped his bangs out of his face, smiled at the class and said, "Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm obviously new." He turned toward his new math teacher. She had major crow's feet around her eyes. He made a mental note to from now on call her Crow. "Where should I sit?"

Mrs. Jarnigin looked around the room, her entire class was staring at her, waiting. Many girls seemed to be giving flirty eyes to Draco while the guys looked at him with disgust, her eyes wandered toward the back where Harry sat doodling on his paper looking extremely disinterested. There was an open seat next to him. "You can sit next to Harry. Harry raise your hand." The class seemed dissapointed, Harry rolled his eyes and raised his hand without looking up. Draco spotted the boy, his hand itching to grab his camera.

Draco walked to the empty desk beside the boy and began starring. This boy had a beautiful profile. His lips stuck out just a tad. His nose wasn't akward looking from the side. His chin didn't jut out grossly. He had a "I seriously don't care how I look or what you think of me and if you don't like it you can fuck off" vibe and Draco loved it.

"Why are you starring at me?" The boy turned. Draco almost gasped at the perfection in his face, his eyes sparkled and were set perfectly apart from his nose, he was completely proportional in everyway, he was picture, scratch that, CAMERA perfect.

"I find you quite interesting."

"Yeah well, remember the moment then, because you will soon realize there is nothing interesting in this sad excuse for a city, and especially nothing interesting about me. And I would deeply appreciate it if you would stop filming me." Harry's gaze was peircing. Draco hadn't thought that Harry would have caught the camera on in his lap. "The red light is a dead giveaway" Draco smiled at the boy and turned to the board, apparently Crow was trying to teach him something, but he knew, that the boy next to him could teach him much more than the old lady that was in front of the classroom.

The bell rang.

Tuesday, September 20, 12:17 pm. Quad at Kennedy High School. 6 minutes after lunch began

"The teens group together in their cliques. So afraid to be rejected, unaccepted."

"Whose the weirdo with the camera?" A gangly red head in a football jersey commented while stuffing cafeteria food in his mouth. Harry groaned and let his head fall and bang on the plastic table. Harry had yet again seen the boy in fourth period and was not happy about it. Especially since his fourth period was English, and that was his favorite class which was now ruined by this boy and his camera.

"Harry!" Draco shouted upon seeing the boy with his head on the table. Harry then began repeatedly hitting his head on the table over and over and over. "Harry? What are you doing?"

"Go," thud, "away." Thud.

"What? Don't you love me? And here I was thinking we have this deep connection! I think I'm going to go cry now!" Draco faked.

"You," thud, "do," thud, "that." Thud-thud.

"Hey Pothead, stop hitting your head on the fucking table, you're spilling my diet coke!" Hermione playfully yelled at her friend, while hiking up her cheer skirt and eyeing Draco.

"Shut the fuck up you whore, Ill bang my head against this table if I want to, don't like it, go fuck Ron in the bathroom!" He yelled back, missing the "I'm just playing" undertone. Ron's head shot up at the mention of doing his girlfriend in the bathroom.

His thought trail went something like this. 24/7. 'sex… do I have a test today?... sex… sex with Hermione… my hot French teacher… sex with my hot French teacher… watching Hermione and my hot French teacher have sex… I wonder if I should up the carbs?... sex…' really. That's about it.

"Damn Harry, you hang out with such over-rated jock straps and attention starved sluts." Draco commented as he got the whole thing on tape. Hermione huffed at being called an attention starved slut, but loved the fact that Draco had payed attention to her, even if it was to her sluttiness. She wondered if she had a mirror in her purse, and if not, where she could find one. She felt an overwelming urge to look at herself and note all imperfections.

"Oh, believe me, I know. I know." Harry had ceased the head banging, and felt a raging headache coming on. It was all that stupid blonde's fault with his stupid camera.

The bell rang for people to get their asses to fifth period. They had five minutes. Harry only prayed his last two periods would be blonde free. Unfortunatly he would find his sixth period elective of cermaics would be chock full of the Dragon.

Tuesday, September 20, 2:46 pm. Front of Kennedy High School. 7 minutes after school ended.

"Harry! Wait up!" Draco ran up beside Harry, panting heavily.

"What do you want?!?" Harry snapped. What the hell was going on? Where did this person come from? Why did he always attract the crazys? Oh right, because he was a crazy himself.

"I was wondering if I could walk you home?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said no. Besides, you don't want to waste your time with me, probably walking me in the opposite direction of your house. Just go home and leave me alone. Please."

"Well, what if your house were on the way to my house? Where do you live?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"What? Why not?"

"BECAUSE YOU WILL PROBABLY END UP STALKING ME OR FILMING THROUGH MY WINDOWS AT 2 IN THE MORNING!" Harry screamed, completely enraged. He just wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask?

"Look, I was just trying to be nice. If you havent noticed I just moved here, like, literally the moving van dropped us off this morning, and I'm already attending school. Didn't even get a week to adjust or anything. This place is so different from where I came from, its not even funny. I was just trying to make friends with you because you are real, not some fake being that drifts through life conforming. I felt that you were like me. Maybe I was wrong. I live on Pine Street. House #208. Now you know where I live." Draco was tired. He just wanted to go sleep in his bed in his old penthouse. He wanted his friends. He was used to being the center attention in his homie little clique of his, but now he had nothing but his camera.

"Oh man. Oh man. Oh FUCKING man."

"What?" Draco snipped, very upset he totally just spilled his guts and was trying to figure out what had made that happen.

"You! YOU! You!"

"I what?" Draco was very confused boy.

"You are the one that bought the old Smith house!"

"Um. Sure. Whatever you say. Are you sure you're not on drugs?"

"Of course I'm not on drugs! Ugh!!!" Harry continued to throw a bit of a hissy fit in front of the school making all sorts of weird noises. Draco just starred at him amusedly. "You bought the house next to mine!"

"Ooh! So we're neighbors. Hmm. I don't think I know my way home now, come to think of it." Draco put on a pondering face as if he were trying to recall the way home. "I guess I can just follow you there."

Harry huffed and walked off, not really caring if the blonde followed him or not, just as long as he didn't talk. About half way home, Harry could feel something a bit… off. He knew exactly what it was.

"Draco, if my choice is you walking behind me, filming my ass, and you walking next to me: I choose for you to get YOUR ass over here. Now."

"Oh, so demanding! Talk dirty to me Harry!" Draco giggled at the look on Harry's face. Harry stopped, noticing a nicely placed lamp pole, and began to bang his head against it. Repeatedly. Woah. Deja vu from lunch time. "Must you always bang yout head on things?"

"Only when you're around." Harry replied snarkily and then began the last bit of the trip home, carefully making sure Draco's camera stayed in his bag and was NOT filming him. Three more houses. Two more houses. One more house. YAY! I'm FREE! FREE AS THE WIND BLOWS!... Harry began to sing the song in his head, when he was interuppted by a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for making this day so interesting in a place so 'unintersting' as you spoke of earlier. See you tomorrow." And with that the blonde was jogging up to his front door, and disappeared inside.

Harry should be happy. So why did his shoulder suddenly feel so cold? And why did he feel like he was suddenly the only person in the world, destined to be alone until death? He tried to shake it off as he got "home" and took a shower, made the Dursley's dinner, and did his homework. It wasn't till two in the morning, the Harry crawled into his window seat and starred at the other boys window, half wishing he was filming him and half wondering what he was doing. And then procedded to wonder why he even cared.

Woo! there you go! Chapter 1!

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my goal is to get you all an update by the end of this week. I'm on spring break, and my mom will be working, so having my house to myslef to blast music and play with my baby kitties is usually good inspiration.

until next time...