Scared, Potter?

After the 5th book

Shipping: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: Pg-13 for now.

Disclaimer: I'm too poor to buy Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or anyone else as my sex slave. The only thing I own is the plot.

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Chapter One: Shocked?

Harry honestly couldn't say why he had done it. Maybe there proximity, their yet to be unblossomed friendship,…? But if he anyone asked, all they got was the same answer in a steady voice.

"Alcohol."

Sure, there had been alcohol involved, but critical people knew that the alcohol consumed had been below what he could handle. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe it would be easier on you all to hear what had happened before. And to explain all of these mysterious actions… I guess we would have to go back a year, to the begin of the summer. Does that seem a long time to you? Maybe not.

After all… Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the Chose One, the soon-to-be-Saviour-of-the-Wizarding-World, and what ever else they called him nowadays, did not just go up and kiss his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. It just was not done. The funny thing was… he actually did kiss him.

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The marker swiped the paper in a vicious motion, signaling that the black haired boy was in a bad mood. To be truthful, 'bad mood' was an understatement. Harry Potter was seething. But even though he had felt some kind of satisfaction in crossing of today's date, the bright red line that crossed through 'June 5' seemed to mock the furious young lad. In his hand was the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, the informative (although ministry controlled) newspaper of the wizarding world.

No, your eyes haven't fooled you. Harry Potter, son of Lily Evans and James Potter, was a wizard. A half-blooded wizard, as high-society might call him, but a wizard nonetheless. At this very moment, his green eyes stared furiously at his calender, as if venting his anger out at it. The newspaper, that had already suffered his wrath, had been delivered by a small owl. Said owl hooted softly, waiting for its payment. The pale lad snapped out of its angry musings and gave the owl a fierce look.

"What?" he snapped, as if everything was the owl's fault.

The brown owl shifted nervously under the pinning gaze, before cautiously sticking out its leg, showing the leather pouch that was, sadly enough, still empty. Sighing, Harry went over to his trunk and opened it, taking out a small knapsack. Rummaging through it to find money (that seemed to escape his fingers each time he touched one of the metal coins), Harry felt his anger eb away. Biting the soft flesh of his lower lip, he calmed down. Thinking about the upsetting incident that had made him lose his cool. He glanced at the crumpled newspaper that he had discarded near his trunk, his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't even really know why he was so angry… He had seen so many distasteful articles about him before. So why react so violently?

Because… because it had struck a cord in him. Calling him depressed, inactive, and the-one-who-brought-everyone-into-danger had shaken him out of his depressed state. His black eyelashes batted the cheekbones as he thought, closing his eyes. If he really faced the truth, if he really listened to that small voice inside of him, he had to agree with the papers. Seeing those words printed, so boldly in black on white, had frayed the last of his apathy.

He actualy felt rather grateful. No one had dared call him that, or tried to shake him out of his state. Everyone had cushioned his emotions untill they had been smothered, and now he was out of it. He opened his eyes, realising that his hand was already filled with a small amount of coins.Choosing the right amount, he let the rest drop back into the bag. The empty hand reached up to grab a handful of owl snacks, and layed them in front of the waiting owl.

"Sorry," he said quickly, grimacing.

He popped the coins into the miniscule pouch one by one, before drawing the string so that the pouch was closed. He stood by the window, looking at how the owl pecked at the offered food using the reflection. Then he opened the wondow a crack, and let it fly out. His elbows made contact with the windowsill, and he rested there, watching the silhouet of the owl against the full moon. Was M-Remus in pain right now?

Harry almost winced when he mentally changed 'Moony' back into 'Remus'. 'Moony' reminde him too much of Si-. Too much of him. He frowned at his incapability to pronounce his name, and his eyes lowered.

"That's the price to pay, I guess," he muttered quietly.

But before he was able to comfortably sink back into his depressing mood, he heard a strangled shout outside. His green eyes looked alarmed, sweeping the ground. Who would be awake at- He checked his watch- 3 A.M.? He was contemplating if he should go outside to check out what happened when he heard a muffled scream again. That sounded decided for him, and before he realised what had happened, he was already outside, zipping up the Dudley's old jeans (that had finally started to fit him). He hadn't even grabbed his wand, already charging to the left. He jogged at a moderate tempo and as the seconds passed without him seeing anything, he started to doubt if he was even going in the right direction. Then he saw something move.

His eyes squinting, getting used to the darkness that covered everything. It actually seemed to be more than one person, and his eyes widened when he finally comprehended what was happening under his nose. He crouched to the ground, and his searching fingers soon found a rock he liked. His eyes narrowed while sneaking towards the two.

They were both men, yet one was obviously older. The older one had his hands up, clutching the younger man's hands so that he wouldn't be able to use them. His head was lowered, kissing his neck before trailing up towards his lips. The younger man shivered, his breathing troubled. Harry thought it even sounded as if he was crying. Harry was shocking out of his regarding daze when he saw the older man's hand creep up his shirt. Harry, without hesistation, threw the rock. He had been aiming for the head, but he thought it was good enough that the stone had hit the older man in his side. The head turned around, and he almost looked shocked at Harry before running away. The younger man's expression mirrored his.

"Ar…Are you okay?" Hary said with uncertainty in his voice as he approached the younger man. The unknown lad blinked his eyes once, looking at him owlishly.

"Uhhr… yeah, I'm fine," he said with a shaky voice. His voice trembled slightly, which must have been due to the fact that he almost got raped. "Thanks…for you know…uhm… saving me." He continued akwardly, scratching his head.

"Yeah," Harry said lamely, feeling as if his cheeks were on fire. 'Geez, this is akward.' Not only was he topless, but by the way there were talking, anyone could have guessed they were talking about the weather.

Unknown to him, the stranger was thinking about the same to him.

"I… euhr, hope he didn't hurt you," Harry added on, jamming his hands in his pockets. He turned around, unconciously shaking his head as he wandered off to a nearby park. 'Idiot.' His feet had almost neared a swing when he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey! You there! Wait up a sec'!"

The stranger ran towards him, his hand waving in the air. Harry almost grinned. Sitting down, he waited for the boy to near him. His eyebrows raised as the young man bent over before him, catching his breath.

"My name… is… Rod," he said, introducing himself in between bursts of breath.

"Harry," he smiled, his green eyes following him as Rod sat next to him on the adjacent swing.

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AN: Urgh, this is so hard. After so many months/year(s) not writing any HPFF it's pretty frustrating to start again. 3 pages hardly did justice, I swear I'll write more next time. T-T And just for the record, I am writing the story as it goes along. I have no real plot, I haven't thought about much, so if it stops making sense or starts erratically hoppnig from event to event, please comment about it.

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