A/N Just a small slash story that I'm writing as a gift to a good friend of mine. She's a rather large Drarry fan and I thought I could do a few chapters of this each time I feel like giving her a gift. This story uses the Harry from my 'Perfect Weapon: Recrafted' Series, Harry gets captured by Death Eaters and tossed in a cell with Draco Malfoy.
Stormy Grey eyes peered past the flaccid blond hair on his head staring darkly across the room at the figure before him. Draco Malfoy, The so called 'Prince of Slytherin' Sat in the dark chamber with his wrists chained together. His eyes were drawn to his roommate. The Green eyed boy that had plagued his life for the last 6 years. The figure had yet to move since he'd arrived but Draco had been watching him for hours.
When the young man let out a dull groan and started to push himself from his prone position, Draco just continued to watch him disinterestedly. He saw his nemesis sit up and look around confused before eying Draco with a curious raise of the eyebrow. His hair was longer but the same inky black, his skin a bit paler and in the muggle clothes he wore you could easily see the faint definition of his muscles. When Draco finally met his Rival's eyes he gasped.
The eyes were the same shade of green but that was all that was the same. The Dark Green orbs were deathly calm and Draco's poetic side suggested that he could see the eyes of a killer behind them. Draco wondered what had happened to his nemesis. Harry just shook his head ignoring the gaping boy before him and reached up tugging something out of his unruly hair.
Draco was about to scoff at the Bobby Pin, not knowing exactly what it was but finding that Harry used muggle hair tools to take care of his hair. Harry casually bent the pin wide stuck it into the keyhole on his shackles. Draco was about to speak once again before Harry's Shackles clicked open and he removed them easily and tossed them aside. Harry rubbed his wrists working the blood back into his hands.
Harry stood studying the blond on the ground before him. Evidently this boy knew him, and he was shackled up in a basement. Harry assumed by the emaciated look of the boy that this wasn't some kinky fetish. With a casual shrug he leaned down quickly picking the lock on Draco's shackles and stood back up studying the door calmly. When the blonde started to speak Harry just shushed him slipping his hand down and lifting the leg of his pants and palming something.
When Draco moved to speak again Harry just looked darkly at him. He reached for the door and found it unlocked. He wondered idly how stupid these wizards were, just because someone doesn't have a wand they're suddenly useless? Harry rolled his eyes and stepped out into the hall he looked down the hall and saw two figures in black sitting at a table in the next room. Harry raised his hand and took aim.
Draco finally took notice of the small black object in the boy's hand and recoiled recognizing it as something sparked in his memory. With two cold pops the weapon went off and the two guards slumped over dead on the tables before them. Harry walked out of the cell and over to the dead guards. He looked around and noticing a small box on the table opened it noticing only one wand and few other baubles. Assuming that it belonged to his cell mate he tossed them over to Draco.
Draco took his wand and pocketed the objects that Harry had passed him and then started to move along silently behind the Wizard. Draco knew intimately what a gun was. His father had come home once after a game of 'Muggle Hunting' with several vicious scars across his torso. He saw what the weapon had done to the skulls of the two death eaters and he wondered who this person that wore the body of his rival was.
Draco was astounded as Harry moved easily out of the dungeons of Riddle Manor and up into the house proper moving as if he knew where he was. He walked along the halls as if looking for something. When he found it he let out a dark chuckle. There were a set of quarters. Bellatrix Lestrange's Quarters to be exact. Draco didn't know that Harry also had intimate knowledge of these quarters.
Harry entered the room with little preamble and stood in the doorway eying the three figures reclining about the room. Harry lifted his gun and managed to get off two shots before the weapon flew from his hand. Harry studied the corpse of Rodolphus Lestrange as the wounded form of Rebastian let out an inarticulate cry of rage. Harry laughed darkly as the second figure lunged over the couch and charged at him. When he was blasted arse over teakettle through a window. Harry assumed that Draco standing behind him was the source of the help.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Bellatrix as she just giggled at the scene having done nothing besides Disarm Harry. She held up a long thin wooden object and stepped over the couch.
'Does the ickle baby Harry want this?' As she caught sight of Draco she giggled even more. 'and look the widdle baby Potter brought a playmate with him.' Harry just studied the woman as she moved closer and closer taunting him. When the woman reached about 8 feet away he felt Draco reacting moving to shoot out a burst of colorful energy.
Whatever the spell was intended to do it was ineffective against Lestrange's shield but it did provide one thing. It distracted Bellatrix as Harry lunged forward. Bellatrix saw him coming too late and moved to cast a spell as he eyes widened. Harry moved in past her guard slamming his fist in to her face crushing her nose. As she screamed out in pain he drove his palm into her left wrist causing the wand it held to be sent clattering across the floor. As Lestrange fell back on her ass Harry slammed his steel toed boot into her other wrist causing her to drop his wand.
Harry grabbed the wand that she'd taken from him and slipped it into his boot holster since he'd lost his wrist one. He stood over the whimpering woman and leaned and spoke coldly to her.
"Such an intimidating bitch you are. Oh I'm sorry, are you used to people cowering in fear when you act a little insane?" He smirked as she stared tearfully up at him covering her face. He studied her and then stood back up. "You didn't kill me, though I could tell you wanted too, and I won't kill you back, now we're even." As moved to leave he raised his foot and slammed it down on Lestrange's ankle crushing the bones easily.
As Harry walked back past Draco he moved easily down the halls heading for a side hallway. Draco wondered where Harry was going for a few moments until he reached out and opened a hidden panel. Harry chuckled softly at the curious look in Draco's eyes as he walked through the tunnel and down a flight of stairs. Soon he moved through a musty passage and then came to a staircase leading up. As he pushed the panel up and slid out he glanced around at the familiar woods.
He glanced down at the tunnel as a slightly winded Draco followed him out and then stood up dusting himself off. Harry glanced at the pale figure and then just shook his head walking through woods around Little Hangleton heading for Greater Hangleton.
It was almost two days later that Harry emerged from a train in London a disheveled and dirty Draco Malfoy tagging along behind him. Harry had been almost silent while he travelled and it had driven the Blond Man behind him mad. Harry walked out of the Train Station and down a few side streets before he paused and handed Draco a small slip of paper.
'Harry Potter Lives in the Apartment above 14 Renard Street, in London.' Draco's eyes widened as a door appeared next to the shop they'd paused in front of. Harry walked into the door and led Draco upstairs. The apartment wasn't opulent but it was very nice. A large well organized Living room, a kitchen divided but a half wall. A Bathroom was off to the left and there was a bedroom in the back.
Harry Took off his coat and hung it on the hooks by the door and slipped off his shoes moving into the Kitchen to pour a glass of water. He noticed Draco's irritated look and finally sighed.
"Go have a shower and get something clean from my closet to wear and I'll explain." He chuckled at the outraged look in the Wizard's eyes before Harry moved about the kitchen putting something together that was more filling then Highway Cafe' fare.
Twenty minutes later Draco emerged from Harry's room with his damp blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. His grey eyes took in the food as he stood wearing a pair of Harry's black slacks and a grey silk button down shirt. The outfit suited him, even though the fit of the clothes was a bit off. As Draco sat down to eat Harry finally spoke.
"I know you think I'm Harry Potter, and in a way...I am. But I'm not who you think I am. Your Harry Potter died about a month ago. He killed himself." Harry tugged up his t-shirt to reveal a large jagged scar over his heart.
"I'm from another universe I suppose. I grew up on a world where there was no magic. An Asteroid... a large hunk of Rock up in space, crashed into my world. We saw it coming for three years and the world...well collapsed." Harry sighed softly rubbing his nose as he studied the Blond.
"I survived till the end, and watched that huge rock crash into the Atlantic Ocean. I died, and instead of Heaven, or Hell, I woke up here with a Dagger stabbed into my chest." He shook his head darkly.
"I managed to survive around the Idiots for a few weeks but they started to chafe and I had to get away. I went to that bank, with the wrinkly midgets and then got this place." Harry eyed Draco and chuckled.
"Don't tell me about your interactions with the old Harry, he's gone and I prefer to make my own Friendships." He stood tall and walked over to the Kitchen putting his dishes aside. As he chuckled at Draco's flabbergasted look he smirked.
"So. Now that we're not running from evil wizards shall we paint the town red? I was clubbing last time I got picked up but from now on I think I'll avoid the Wizard Night Clubs." Harry smirked and managed to cajole Draco into accompanying him over the next hour.
It was about 3 hours later when Harry dressed in fitted black jeans and an emerald green shirt that drew out his eyes stood next to a Draco still in the slacks and silver shirt. They walked up to 'The Stag' and grinned at the Large Bouncer. The Man eyed the two sixteen year old men for a few minutes until Harry passed him a small wad of bills. When they were gestured in Harry and Draco stood in the darkness as the pulsing music blared around them.
Harry could tell that Draco was out of his element here and he walked across the floor Draco tailing him as the pair of them caught a few eyes here and there. He grinned softly as Draco noticed their destination and started to blanch. Evidently Draco didn't want to dance. Harry smirked and leaned up to whisper into Draco's ear. It was mostly to be heard but Draco's startled reaction was entertaining.
"C'mon Draco, it's a dance club, if you don't dance you'll stand out, well more then you do now with that Platinum Blonde Hair and aristocratic frame." He smirked as Draco stopped trying to break away. He led the blonde onto the dance floor and noticed the multitude of eyes on them and decided to give the crowd a show.
If Draco had doubted this Harry before he wouldn't anymore. His entire body screamed predatory grace and cunning. He seemed to almost move in a Slytherin fashion. Harry danced around Draco and the blonde was starting to get a bit nervous by how close Harry was becoming. Harry's amused hand slipped across Draco's side and back.
Draco started to focus on the music moving like the muggles surrounding them and losing himself in the beat. The crowd pretty much stared at the two gorgeous pale boys dancing together. They were almost polar opposites beyond their almost identical frames. Harry's black hair and green eyes contrasted Draco's almost white hair and grey eyes.
Harry smirked as the crowd was drawn visibly to them as Harry slowly steered Draco to the centre of floor. He could practically hear the girls and a few boys drooling over them and then as the song started to come to a close Harry leaned in Casually stealing a kiss from Draco. Harry had expected the blond to suddenly back off so when he'd suddenly grabbed Harry's neck and dragged him into a firm Kiss Harry had been caught a bit off Guard. After a short but passionate kiss he watched Draco suddenly stagger back and stare at him aghast.
Harry chuckled as the Taller boy spun and ran through the crowd. Harry smiled and slipped over to the bar to get a drink.
At about 4 in the morning he slipped into his apartment and wasn't surprised to find Draco glaring out the window while sitting on the couch in dark. Harry chuckled as he put his shoes and jacket away and started to head for bedroom. When Draco barked out a question he paused.
"What was that, Potter?" He almost snarled and Harry turned to study him.
"It was a kiss Draco. If you want another one you know where to find me. Though I'm a bit tipsy so I can't promise I won't take advantage of you." Harry walked into his room and got ready for bed. As he lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling he'd almost given up and rolled over to sleep when he heard his door open with a soft click.