Disclaimers: I own a bitchy old lady named Mariel, but that's it. Oh, and I own the plot, and I'm part time owner of a fictional fox named Doppel.
"The whole summer?" Draco Malfoy asked, staring at his father. Lucius Malfoy sighed, and nodded, staring back.
"Yes. The whole summer." Draco stared at the older man a bit more, trying to freak him out.
"In a muggle town?" he asked, and his father rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Draco, the whole summer. In a muggle town." Draco looked like he was going to faint, or puke. Or both.
"The whole summer?" he repeated, and his father threw his hands into the air.
"Draco, you better behave! My cousin Mariel is moving again, and we have to help her. Remember, she'll destroy us if it comes out that we have a muggle in our family. We have to please her, and she asked if we could help her move in, and then live with her for a little bit. After that traitor Gordon died, she's all alone. We have to do this, Draco." Draco groaned, and walked out of the room, furious. He was going to spend his summer in a muggle village, with an old, grumpy woman for company. He walked into his huge, green and silver room, slamming the door shut behind him. He was furious. How could his dad do something like this so him?! He slammed his fist into the wall, screwing his face up in pain at the contact, before he fell down on his bed, screaming into his pillow. And on top of that, his father was moving him back to Hogwarts again! He had a very nice year at Durmstrang, and now his father was moving him back, just because he was too far away. Back, to attend his last year of school, at Dumbledoor's stupid school, with that stupid Potter and his stupid friends, that stupid mudblood and the stupid Weasly… he slammed his fists down in the matress, and then he rolled over to his back, and sighed. Oh well, at least Pansy was there, and Blaise… they were ok. To be honest, he missed them madly. He missed his friends, his common room…
He sat up, and walked over to the window. It was a large window, facing the large garden which was filled with mysterious flowers, trees, and a large swimming pool, which was hid behind large, black trees with red flowers. Draco loved those trees, and often, he would go out and sit beneath them, and just enjoying the mysterious feeling he got whenever he was near them.
The window had green frames, and with a large porch. He sat down on the porch, and looked out at the sky, which was pitch-black at the moment, and stars that looked like glowing sugar. He was going to miss this, a whole summer, and then off to Hogwarts… he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. He let it grow, not in the front though. It now reached below his shoulders, and he always held it back in a stretch. But he still had hair framing his beautiful face, floating lightly around his features. He looked like a fairy, or a very handsome prince. He stood up, and decided he'd go down to the trees to think. He was upset, and needed some time alone. He grabbed his jacket, and headed downstairs. He picked a route so he didn't have to meet his father or his mother, he'd probably snap at them at this time. He walked through the small back door, told the house elfes to shut up, and down the stone path, leading deeper and deeper into the dark garden. He enjoyed the feeling of lonelieness, he didn't get much time for himself usually. He started humming a soft tune for himself, sticking out his hand and touched the soft flowers as he walked. It was like the wood was whispering to him, and he whispered back. Soon, he could sit down by one of his favourite trees, lightly touching the water surface, which was reflecting the moon and the stars, and the black sky made it look like a well of emptiness. He couldn't stop staring, it was so beautiful, so whole… he sighed, and lay down, resting his head on the cold stones, closing his eyes and letting his fingers stay in the cold water. It was comforting, feeling the silky liquid on his warm skin, and just letting his mind drift away. One summer without bathing in this pool, one summer without the flowers, without the trees, without his room… he opened his eyes again, and looked down in the water. They left the next morning, as wizards they didn't need anymore time to pack, and this was his last chance to bathe in the pool. He slowly undressed himself, before he lowered his naked body into the black, cold water. He bit his teeth together, and ducked his white-blonde hair under, feeling his heart beat faster. Fuck the world and it's dignity, this was living! He broke the surface, gasping for air, feeling the air hit his skin like needles. Draco swam over to the edge of the pool, and rested his head on the cold stones. He looked down at his shoulder, and sighed. His skin was white, almost like a ghosts. His hair was as glued to his wet skin, and he stroke it away, irritated. He was annoyed. He was all alone, but he didn't wish to be alone. Why didn't he have anyone? He had been going out with Pansy for a while, but they both agreed that they were nothing else than good friends, and Draco wasn't even sure if he liked girls. He hadn't exactly been looking at girls, and he could openly admit that some of the boys in school was hot. Like that Cedric guy… he was hot. And a lot of others, even though he never showed it. How would people react if the only inheritor of Malfoy Manor was gay?
"People would kill me," he muttered to himself, as he got up from the water. His body was like a picture of perfection, the moonlight was dancing over his fairy-like features, the water making his milky-white skin glow in the dark, as he walked over to his clothes, and picked them up. The lights was out back up in the house: nobody was awake, he could safely walk back in un-dressed. He sighed to himself. All he could do, was swallow and hold his head high. At least he still had his dignity.
"Draco, you can at least try," Narcissa sighed, but Draco just squeezed his lips shut and shook his head, folding his arms over his chest. He was not going to og inside a muggle shop! If his parents wanted to walk among muggles and maybe a few mudbloods, fine. He was not going to breathe that dirty air floating around in the shop. Nor was he going to talk to his parents anytime soon: they'd been driving for the past two days, and they still had an hour left to drive. Narcissa sighed again, but closed the door, leaving Draco to his own thoughts. He stared at the seat in front of him, and found himself hating everything he could see. He hated this car. He hated the windows of this car. Right now, the only thing he didn't hate, was the garden by his house. He even hated himself for hating everyone, and for being so weak. Soon, his mother and his father came back into the car. They just dropped the food next to him, before they got into the car. Lucius drove them away, and soon Draco was staring out the window, grumpily. This wouldn't have taken time at all if they could travel by magic, but he knew better than saying so. Lucius would probably hit him: he was fed up with the soon-to-be-seventeen-year-old boy's complaining.
"Is this it?" Draco said sceptically. It was worse that he had imagined: all the houses were alike, and it looked like everyone was cleaning their houses every day, and spent all their hours outside, fixing up the garden and car. And it didn't even look nice. Lucius stopped the car next to a house, looking just like the others. Number five. Draco climbed out of the car, and looked at the house next to Number five, Number four. A huge car was parked in the driving lot, and Draco made a face. Muggles always had to show off their things. He grabbed his bag, and was just about to walk into Number five, when the door to Number four was ripped open, and someone came running out. The someone jumped over the hedge, and ran down the streets. Draco looked after the someone, slightly amused, when a huge boy followed by two others came running after him. Or not running, more walking in slow-motion, panting and sweating. Draco smirked, but then the guy noticed him, and quickly walked over to him, grabbing his shirt and pressing his pig-like face very close to Draco's fairy-like.
"You, Cinderella, where did he go?" he sneered, panting. Draco made a face, and resisted the urge to puke.
"You mean the rocket? He flew that way. Now get your stinky hands away from my shirt," he said, and Pig guy dropped him, and gave him an evil look through those small pig-eyes. Then he motioned to the two others to follow him, and they walked down the street, trying to catch up with the first guy. Draco pulled his shoulders, brushed off his shirt, and walked into the house. He made a face when the smell of paint and new furniture hit him, and then a sharp, old voice penetrated his ears:
"Isn't it Draco? Well, he hasn't grown at all, and he still looks like a corpse. You should take him out in the sun more often." Mariel came walking towards him, and grabbed his arm, squeezing hard. Draco made a face, and pulled away.
"Hello, Mariel. Leave me alone." And with this, he dropped his bag, grabbed some muggle-money from the wallet lying on the table by the door, and walked outside. No fucking way if he was going to let that old fish bug him. He was pleased with his milky-white skin, and he had no itention in ruining it in the sun. He'd probably just get red anyways.
He walked down the streets, and into a park. It was nobody there, and he sighed in relief. He couldn't handle muggles right now. He walked over to a tree, and sat down, resting his back against the tree. He closed his eyes, and wished he could use his wand, or just longing for the moment when he was back at the Malfoy Manor again. Soon, his head became heavy, and he drifted off to sleep. He dreamt about long corridors, old ladies and pigs running after rockets. Then he smelled sweat, and he tried to look around to find the source, when someone grabbed his shirt and ripped him out of his dreamland, pressing him against the tree. Draco glipped his eyes, and stared at Pig guy and his followers. Obviously, the rocket got away, and he was now the target. Shit. Did he have to watch his back all summer, scared these guys'd beat him up?
"Hey, Cinderella, guess what? You better not joke with us, because then… then…" Pig guy said, obviously trying to scare the blonde. Draco raised an eyebrow. This guy was obviously not the smartest.
"Hit him, Big-D! Hit him!" a little guy said, almost jumping up and down in excitement. Draco looked at him, and sneered.
"Don't shit yourself, brat," he said, and the little guy shut up, and looked at Pig guy [fits a lot better than Big-D, who gave Draco an evil glare, and raised his fist. Shit, was the only thing that flew through Draco's head. The only time someone had punched him, was when the mudblood, Granger, had hit him. Damn, that girl could hit! But he was sure this guy hit a lot harder than Granger, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to it. He closed his eyes, and raised his hands to cover his face, and waited… and waited…
"Hey, Dudley-Pudley! Your mom wants to talk to you!" someone shouted in a sing-song voice. Draco still had his eyes closed and his hands raised, but he could hear Pig guy groan and turn around, still not letting go of Draco's shirt.
"Get lost!" Pig guy roared, but the guy who had called him Dudely-Pudley just laughed. A cold laugh.
"Who are you beating up now? Another seven year old? Or is he eight? Wow, you're aiming for the stars, aren't you?" The guy came closer, and Draco could feel that Pig guy was losening his grip on his shirt. Yes, please, save me, he silently pleaded to his saviour.
"I said, get lost! Or I'll get dad to shut you up for the rest of the summer." Another cold laugh. Damn, Draco started to like this guy.
"And what do you think my freaks will think? That I'm being neglected, and they'll send someone… remember that time when we were twelwe? When I blew up dear old-" Pig guy dropped Draco, and he could hear running feet.
"You shut up! I'll tell dad that you're talking about them!" Cold laugh.
"Get lost, Dudley-Pudley." A pause, and then someone grunted.
"Come on," Pig guy said, and soon, Draco couldn't hear them anymore. Draco was lying on the ground, face down and his hands covering his eyes. The guy with the cold laugh walked over to him, and grabbed his shoulders, dragging him up.
"Hey mate, are you all right? Did they- HOLY SHIT!" he screamed, and dropped Draco as soon as he removed his hands and saw his face. Draco blinked confused, and looked straight into a pair of green eyes. Above them was a scar and midnight black hair. Draco backed away, hitting his head in the tree.
"POTTER?!" he screamed, his eyes wide. Potter backed away, looking terrified.
"MALFOY?!" he screamed back, looking like he was going to throw up. Draco just shook his head in shock. They stared at each other for a while, then Draco ran past him. He ran all the way home, and didn't stop before he was safely inside of Mariel's house. This was going to be a long, long summer.
Draco couldn't believe Harry Potter was living in the house next to the one he had to spend his whole summer in. He was probably going to run into him several times this summer, no matter how bad it sounded. Draco covered his face in his hands. Potter… he had to see Potter's ugly face too often this summer. He removed his hands again, and stared up into the ceiling. Those guys had been running after Potter… obviously, he wasn't famous and popular in muggle world. And he sounded so different, with that icy cold laugh and mocking tone. Almost like Draco was at school. Draco hoped he didn't have to meat Potter and his friends: they'd probably beat him up themselves. Or maybe not, Potter didn't seem too pleased by the thought of those guys beating Draco up. Draco groaned again, and turned over to his tummy, curling up into a ball. Sometimes he wished he could just shrink into something very small and hide away. Just like now. Draco sat up, and sat her feet down on the floor, and stared out the window. He could see the streetlights just outside the window, and he sighed. This really screwed up the feeling Draco usually got by looking at the stars. He opened the window, and leaned out, sighing. He already missed Malfoy Manor.
Hokay, people! First chapter's up! What do you think? Reviews kill bugs! And please no flames, because you'll probably get flames back, sorry bout that. I'm a bit spicy sometimes, lmao.