Draco procul Margarita Porta

A/n: I do not own any of these characters, but props to the peoplies who created them! This is my first time writing a fic, and I'd like to thank Cassandra Claire for inspiring me with Draco Dormiens and Draco Sinister! Also, Draco is 16 and so is everybody else (DuR!) Please R&R when you're done with this chapter!

Draco procul Margarita Porta

(Draco at Pearl Harbor)

By: Johanna Jolie

Chapter 1: Screwed

        A sleek brand-new firebolt wooshed through the air with the lightest of ease. Draco smirked down at all the little speccy people walking down the roads and streets, but in his head he went down slightly cursing, Damn, why couldn't you get me this before that wretched Harry? Bullocks to you, "Mr. Malfoy!" Bullocks to you!

        Still, he knew having a firebolt was better than some old Nimbus Two-Twenty. He grasped the handle tightly, feeling the smooth, sleek varnish slide into his rough hands. Draco had never felt anything so amazing. He looked back a little at the bristles on the end of the broomstick; perfect, not one bristle missing, shame would hit if he lost one just now or if his father used it as a broom.

        He swooped lower and lower to the ground, but then he noticed something else. A small dot moving about far above the misty cloudcover. He pushed up more to get to the little dot, moving closer, realizing it was someone else on a broomstick, but still, he couldn't have a clue to identify who it was. He pushed harder and harder and harder, he finally was but a few feet away from the person. Draco squinted his eyes and looked through the whipping wind.

        It was Harry, Harry Potter. Just to shame his father for buying his Firebolt late, he gained speed and joined Harry. This, you wouldn't or couldn't see every day.

        Draco thought, It would be really, really embarrassing to be seen flying with a dork like Potter. I'll just pretend I didn't know it was him. So he did, "Nice day for flying, eh? Clouds aren't misting, the wind isn't too strong, perfect." Draco smiled, not looking at Harry, and felt a sudden lurch on his broomstick; something was going on.

         He tried to balance, waiting for a reply from Harry. Finally, he got his brain thinking straight and started off forward with Harry. What's going on? Draco thought, Oh well, let it be.

        They flied along for a while, Draco still waiting for a reply, Boy, for a famous person, Potter sure doesn't keep up his etiquette. Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. Flying along for quite a ways, Draco finally drew his last straw.

        Draco raised his voice and hollered above the lashing loud wind, repeating what he had said before, " NICE DAY FOR FLYING, EH? CLOUDS AREN'T MISTING, THE WIND ISN'T TOO STRONG, PERFECT." Another sudden lurch buckled Draco down again, Whoa, alright, stay focused Malfoy, you're alright, just staaay focused.

        Still after flying along following Harry, he hadn't made even the slightest, "Hmmph," or "Grrr," or "Frshelfruntenknack." Draco had given up, but still, he was determined to shame his family name after his father, so he tagged along for quite a while.

        After about an hour had felt like miles and miles, Harry kept on going and going. Draco gritted his teeth, No wonder he's a seeker, he could just keep on movin', can't he? Ugh… As Draco was thinking, he suddenly noticed, that Harry was gone from his side.

        Draco sped and tried to catch up to Harry, dropping at almost 48 miles per hour. Finally, Draco caught up and they plunged down to ground together. Arrrgghh! Draco felt another sudden lurch, in his stomach this time. His eyes narrowed and the wind seemed to be whipping his eyes even more. His silvery soft strands of hair roped around his pale white skin. It looked like he was going to barf. At the awesome speed of 48 miles per hour and a hurly-oucious look on your face, this was noticeable.

        Harry looked to the side where Draco was and actually noticed him. He laughed at the look on his face and smirked, Let 'im hit the ground, maybe it'll wake him up, heh. Harry took one last look at the sick Draco and smiled, he pushed and plunged to the ground fast.

        Harry made a smooth, swift landing on what looked to be a smushed birthday cake stuck in the ground. Harry glared up in the sky, looking for Draco. Harry's untidy, black hair, brushed his lightning scar and tassled his eyes, he could feel the speed and momentum of Draco's crash-landing coming soon. He chuckled and watched with his olive eyes as Draco hit the ground at full speed.

        "ARRRGHHHHH!!" Draco screamed when he was about to crash to the ground. His eyes widened and his muscles tensed. I really have to be conscious when this happens??! His black-green cape ruffled over his boots and tangled.

        CCCccCcCRRrrRrrrRAaaaSsH!

        A sort of swoosh untangled his cape and came down over him like a mal-functioned parachute. His eyes narrowed and flamed. His silvery-blonde bangs brushed his tender face and he blew them back up. Draco turned around, hands clenched tight, beads of sweat forming at his temples, he broke down and noticed his mangled Firebolt.

        "NOOOO!!!" His hands grasped the pieces of what remained of his beautiful once-brand-new firebolt. He turned around towards Harry who was laughing vigorously.

        "You! You! I try to be friendly, all buddy-buddy with you," Draco inhaled deeply and continued, "and now you make me-" Draco suddenly felt his leg get heavy and he heaved it to stay up to stand, but then he couldn't. Draco finally dropped down to the ground and surrendered to his ailing leg, "Owwww! You did this, Potter, my leg is broke-"
        Harry interrupted Draco's after examining it carefully, "Are you sure it's broken? It doesn'-"

        Draco cut Harry off, "Of course it's broken! It doesn't look that way, have you ever seen a broken leg that looks different from a normal one?"

        "Well, yes, in a ca-"

        "Well, duh in a cast Mr. I'm-Not-Intelligent-but-Nobody-Cares-Just-'Cause-I'm-Famous! Hey a cast!" Draco cried hysterically in sarcasm, "Yeah, that's something I need!" He continued, "Now help me up!" He ordered.

        Harry sent off a foul look and left Draco. Harry entered the "what looked to be a smushed birthday cake stuck in the ground"; the Burrow, where Ron and Ginny Weasley lived with their mom and dad (Gred and Forge moved out already with the success of their little impromptu production of practical jokes).

        Harry banged the door shut on the Burrow. In the kitchen (the first room you saw when you entered), were Ron and Ginny, spreading butter and marmalade on pieces of fresh-smelling toast. Ron immediately noticed Harry and left his toast to greet him.

        "Hey, Harry! Good to see you, I see you got Pigwidgeon's note," Ron's face made a quick flip into a frown, "but how come you didn't send anything back?"

        Ginny almost took a bite out of her toast when she flipped her dazzling long hair and heard what Ron had said. She ran up to his side and elbowed him and rolled her eyes, "Hello? Have you written the wrong address? Remember? Harry doesn't live with the…Dursley's anymore! You never watch the news do you?"

        Ron's eyebrow rose.

        "Haven't you heard? Sirius is now taking custody of Harry now that he's a legal citizen!"

        Harry smiled at Ginny, who went bright pink, "Good, you've been doing research." Ron rolled his eyes and went back to his toast, "Wait, Ron! I need your help- well, someone else needs your help. Promise not to blow up when you hear this."

        Just outside, Draco was silently cursing under his breath, "God-damnit,Potter, Fuck you, Potter, Potter, you bastard, help me!" He knew that Harry wouldn't help him, he was going to have to walk it off all the way home, Draco kept telling himself.

        Suddenly there was a loud clang, then a long everlasting crash, and a bang exploded inside the burrow. Draco closed his eyes and blinked hard and winced. He opened his eyes, to see that he was untouched.

        Ginny, Ron, and Harry walked out of the Burrow.

        "I told you not to explode, Ron," Harry muttered.

        "Hey? I didn't explode, I clang-ed, crash-ed, and bang-ed." Ron muttered in reply.

        "Yeah whatever." Said Harry.

        "Why do you always have to help the bad guys?"

        "Because I'm a good guy."

        Ron smirked and shook his head, "I've never ever read a comic book where the hero saves the villain, you're talking crazy talk." A smiled spread over his face as Harry gave Ron a friendly shove.

        "Look, how would you feel if you broke your leg and Malfoy didn't help you?"

        "Glad, I wouldn't want Malfoy laying a single finger on me."

        "Yes you would, if you were Malfoy right now."

        Ginny finally left the Burrow and joined Ron and Harry, "What are you two muttering about? I could hear you all the way back in the house.

        Ron giggled, "Muttering." He pronounced.

        Harry and Ron chuckled together while Ginny stared oddly at the both of them.

        "You guys are weird." She said in a weird tone.

        Draco caught a glimpse of Harry and Ron cornering the Burrow and coming for him. Oh great, worse than a Potter, the Weasley boy. Just what I need. After Ron and Harry, Ginny tagged along giddily. Her long hair bouncing in soft red tufts. Oww… Draco cat-called in his head. Ok, look pretty and act tough. I am tough, what am I talking about? I'm pretty too…no need! Draco shrugged it off. He took a long stroke through his thick, handsome silvery hair and grinned the biggest grin possible.

        Ron caught sight of Draco, "Oh no! Mutant! Draw you wands and run awaaay!"

        Harry and Ginny stared at Ron with weird faces. Ginny stepped up, "It isn't that funny." She frowned.

        "It isn't even funny." Draco continued.

        Ginny stared at him, "Oh- that was sooo funny! Hahahahahaha!" She swayed trying to act like it was really funny. Draco raised his eyebrow at her. She looked away to her left side.

        Harry and Ron exchanged looks. Harry played along with Ginny, "Yeah…funny?"

        "OK…" Draco said in reply, slightly confused, "Now how about my leg?!" Draco hollered. Ginny rolled her eyes.

        Ron stared at his leg, without much thought and said, "Yep, it's broken, can we go home yet?"

        Draco squinted at Ron, "How can you tell It's broken?" Draco's hair blew in his face again, he blew it up, revealing his awesome silver eyes glinting with fire at Ron. He tugged at his leather pants, but to came to no a-do  trying to show off his jacked up leg.

        Ron became speechless, but without worry or thought, Ginny snapped back a reply for him, "Because it is."

        Ron goggled at the pieces of the broken Firebolt and managed to choke out between laughs, "OK, great! Now who here knows how to fix broken legs?" Ron waited for barely half a second and continued, "No one! See, can't help you! Sorry!" Ron tried to walk away, but Harry took strong hold of his neck tag on his shirt, "Not so fast, Ron. Doesn't Ginny go to medical school?" Draco gritted his teeth in annoyance.

        Ron didn't even bother answering. He sighed. It was worth a try, He thought.

        "Yes, I do, but I'm not sure exactly of how to fix broken legs. I was dozing off in class. Sorry." Her eyes widened at the big bumpy bruise that popped out of Draco's leather pant leg. Draco's eyes traveled towards her's and softened, but the daze barely lasted.

        "Can't you at least try?" Draco begged with pleading eyes.

        "No, there's too much of a risk, I may deteriorate half your bone, I may even fracture it even more. I'm sorry, there's too much of a risk." By now, though such a muggy day, Ginny could feel exhileration pumping through her veins. So this is what it's like to work in the emergency room. Interesting…

        Draco looked back up at her. His eyes softened even more than before, but widened with large pleading pupils. Please, they seemed to say.

        "No." Ginny reconfirmed firmly. She turned around, her red locks flying in a flip. She headed back to the Burrow.

        Harry and Ron exchanged worried looks, especially Ron. Harry shrugged at Draco.

       

        As they walked off to the Burrow, Ron chuckled, "Did you see his Firebolt? Oh my gos-"

        Harry raised his hand to signal silence, "Did you notice something odd going on with Ginny?" A worried expression painted his face.

        "C'mon, Weasley! I can't walk it off! That's impossible!" Draco called to the Burrow. Harry and Ron looked back.

        Ron continued, "No, besides her seriousity? No."

        "Maybe you should talk to her." Harry insisted.

        "No! You talk to her! You're her big, fat crush. She'll tell anything to you!"

        "She doesn't like me anymore, she told me herself."

        "Well, what if she lyin-"

        "She isn't, remember? She'll tell me anything? So I think you should talk to her."

        Ron sat down on the scquooshy couch by the window. By now, it had started to rain. Ginny was sitting on the couch staring out the window, staring with shame on Draco, who looked totally insane in his soaked leather boots, pants, and cape. His silvery hair seemed to drip with silvery tears from an angel. Ginny shook her head and looked away, towards Ron.

        "Hey." Ginny said with a solemn point of seriousity.

        "What happened to 'Hey, Bubblebutt'?" Ron replied with narrowed eyes.

        "Nothing." Ginny said again without a touch of feeling in what she had just said.

        "What's wrong with you?… today?"

        "What do you mean?" Ginny squinted giving Ron 'the look'.

        "You know exactly what I mean!" Ron yelled.

        "I do?"

        "Yes, you do!"

        "Than, how come I don't?" Ginny laughed with a smile.

        "Nevermind. You're confusing me. What I mean is, why were you all serious out there with Malfoy? I know he can be-wait-let me rephrase that-is a bastard, but he broke his leg." Ron widened his eyes with shock, What am I saying?!

        "Wow, that's a first, I mean, hearing all that from you. After all, you're not exactly the brother that ever cared about how I feel." Ginny stared menacingly at Ron.

        You're right! Why am I doing this? Oh yeah! Focus! I'm doing this for Harry!

        Ginny could almost read his mind, "I know you didn't do this out of your own will. You wanna know why I was like the way I was? Because I'm not comfortable being around a…Malfoy."

        "I know what you mean." Ron said, actually meaning it.

        "It feels like you're stomach's tied up in a knot, and you wanna spill out all the cuss words you know." They both said in unison. They smiled and laughed together, but Ginny's laugh died out easily, with the rain dripping down from Draco's silvery hair.

        She frowned, but tried to hide it from Ron. Luckily, Ron didn't look at her, "Just promise me, you'll be OK."

        Ginny nodded obediently, "Yeah." Her eyes were still fixed on Draco, skipping stones in puddles. She pitied him, but didn't know why. And her stomach didn't tighten because of Draco's so-called "bastard-ness." She didn't know why though.

        She got up from the couch and started off towards the door to the front yard.

        Ron walked proudly out of the living room, into the kitchen, smiling big, "Turns out my sister's not too much of a chaplin after all. She hates Malfoy too! Wow! She really did take after me, did she not?" Ron popped his collar.

        "Maybe she doesn't hate Malfoy. Maybe she likes him." Harry said drawing conclusions.

        "How could she? She's in my family, remember?"

        "I never said I liked him!"

        "Yeah, whatever." Ron elbowed Harry while gulping down a glass of milk.

       

        "Malfoy!" Ginny called from across the yard, her clothes sopping wet, and once-voluminous hair drenched.

        "Come 'ere!" Draco called back to her, "Remember? I broke my leg, I can't get up!"

        Ginny ran to him. She kneeled down next to him, "While I was looking out the window, suddenly the cure for your leg came to me! It was like a vision-" She raised her arm up to the clouds and traced around them.

        "Wow…" Draco said in awe as he watched her long, slender arm tracing the sky's patchy clouds. His eyes only blinked once, his pout lips spread into a thin line. He took her upper arm, "Can you?" He asked with a pleading tug with his hand.

        She looked into his eyes. In a trance with his beautiful almond-shaped eyes, she nodded a small, yet noticeable nod. She took her wand out from her skirt and took the tip and stroked his leg gently gently with it. For a moment, he looked up into her kind hazel eyes, but he then changed his focus on his wrist watch. Oh, no! 5:30, gotta get home! Dad'll kill me! Ginny put her finger to his pink lips, "Ssshh…" she said seeing the tenseness in his muscles. He silenced quickly.

        "Talisman-Neochii! Arise!" Ginny whispered into his ear tenderly.

        Draco stared at his leg. Nothing happened. Ginny released her wand and tucked it back into her skirt. Draco stared at her, kind of like he was waiting for something. Ginny opened her mouth, "Well, walk."

        Draco stared at Ginny and got up and walked to her. He put his hands on her face. There was a sudden cold crash coming through her cheeks. He moved a little closer.

        Ginny turned around, away from Draco Malfoy. He said, still as a stone, but able to utter, "You know, you can call me Draco." Ginny almost totally ignored him and walked to the door, inside.

        Draco frowned and walked away. It's time to go home. He fumbled in his wet pockets for some floo powder. Poof! Gone!

         

          Ginny stared through the window at him. He had the most beautiful silvery strands hair, the most beautiful white, soft skin, the most beautiful pout, pink lips. Her eyes looked curiously for him.

        She had felt like she had left a piece of her heart within his soul. She ran out of the house and stumbled into a puddle, trying to find him. It was no use.

        I'll just slowly creep to my room. No harm will be done. Draco slowly and quietly opened the creaky door to the Malfoy Mansion. Suddenly, a startling white poof of smoke hit the floor that lay before him. Lucius appeared right before his eyes.

        Lucius stared at him intently, "Firebolt? What happened to you Firebolt?"

        Draco creeped up to his room up-stairs, ignoring his father.

        Lucius tapped him on the shoulder, "And that Weasley girl? Hmmm?"

        Draco went into his room and banged the door shut. He took out his wand and blasted out nailed boards onto the door, 19 locks, a locker combination, and a brick wall.

        Lucius walked right through everything, "I'm not stupid-"

        "How did you know? How did you find out?" Draco said in anger.

        "Let's just say I have dependable scources."

        "Just get out!" Draco screamed so hoarse and loudly that his silver strands of hair flew, brushing his forehead clean.

        "Fine, suit yourself." Lucius shrugged it off. Lucius walked back through his door.

        When he left, Draco opened his window wide, to get air. Whew… I'm ok, yes I am… He sat down on his authentic Chinese straw mat and levitated. He thought for a while: I wouldn't have broken my leg if it weren't for Potter, not to mention my brand-new Firebolt! But still, I wouldn't have met Ginny Weasley if it weren't for Potter either. I have some thanking I do.

       

        "Ron, I have to go, 5:45, Sirius said I had to."

        Ron frowned, "Bye." Ron waved his whimpy hand.

        Harry stared at him and thought. He then smiled and did a friendly punch in Ron's upper-arm.

        Ron felt his upperarm and rubbed it a little. He saw him to the door. When Harry was finally standing on his doorstep he said, "I know, it's been a year, maybe a longer visit next time. Bye!" Ron stopped rubbing his arm. As he watched Harry depart on his broomstick throught the now-clear sky, he repeated, "Yeah. Bye."

        Draco stopped levitating and sat on a chair by his window. "Accio, Harry Potter!" He yelled. Draco felt weird, he had never summoned a person before.

        Suddenly, behind him, there was a thump. "Arrrgh…" Harry was now in Draco's room. Draco turned around to see him, "Hey, Potter…Ummm…."

        "Why did you summon me?"

        "You sure I summoned you?"

        "Ye-"

        "Maybe Dumbledore, or even Sirius did some spell to-"

        "No, it's ok. I know you summoned me. My body started blinking in the middle of the route to get back home. That's how you know. Try it now, summon…summon your straw mat over there."

        "Ok…" Draco sighed. You're not here to give me lessons Potter.

        "What was that, Malfoy? Lessons aren't taught, they're learned."

        "What? What did you say that for?" OK, I think he's reading my mind.

        Suddenly, someone's voice popped into his head, No, I'm not reading your mind. I could hear you thinking. Thinking about me. Now please, go ahead and summon your mat.

        Accio, authentic Chinese straw mat!

        No! You can't do it telepathically!

        "Accio, authentic Chinese straw mat!"

        They both focused upon the straw mat. It blinked a few times and dropped before Draco's feet.

        Wo-

        Booom!

        There was a sudden explosion in the room. Draco's door fell through, along with wooden boards with nails pierced through them, various pieces of metal, and a whole lot of bricks. In front of all the mess, was Lucius.

        "GET OUT NOW, HARRY POTTER!!!"

       I gotta go. Harry said.

        Right.

       "Draco! Never let me catch you playing with this ignorant fool again!"

        "We weren't playing!"

        Harry heard this as he lifted off out of the room he then drew his wand. "Chiaspenso Cruhmafiti!" Suddenly, a puff of smoke blew from the tip of Harry's wand to Lucius.

        "BAH!" Lucious laughed, "A mere spit of smoke? Seriously!" Just as he uttered the –ly in seriously, a huge fireball, exploded onto him and blew him away, out of Draco's room.

        Harry hollered, "Take that, you stupid Muggle!"

        "I'm not a muggle!" Lucius screamed out from under the ash, "I fight those dirty people!"

        Lucius moved on. Draco turned to look at Harry, his intelligent smirk, gone, Thanks Potter, I owe you one.

        Anyday, Malfoy. Harry smiled and left.***

A/N: DOOSHBAGS! That was long, eh? Remember R&R telling me that I should make another chapter, and that you liked it, or else no more chapters for you! Next chapter (IF I MAKE ONE!): Will Harry and Draco ever see each other again? This one is for you Pearl Harbor Lovers! There's a competition in town, Harry and Draco end up as opponents. Will they kick ass or crash and burn. Will Harry accept an offer to be in the WAN? (Wizard of Arms Navy)? How will Draco react? Find out in the next chapter (if there is one! C'mon! R&R so that you'll see what happens next!)!

Thanx: J.K. Rowling, MaiMai Rostowski, and Cassandra Claire