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Title: The Year in Review

Author: Draco Volatile

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, material, and logos belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot -if there is one- belongs to
me.

Summary: Harry feels incomplete after leaving Hogwarts. He writes to Draco to help him feel better.

WARNING: Profanity and m/m slash hints.

A/N: I've never done anything like this before. I just used my own personal experiences or leaving a school as reference, so
bear with me.
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Chapter 1 - Uneasiness
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Harry Potter got off Platform 9 ¾ with an empty feeling in his heart. He felt incomplete now that he was leaving Hogwarts.
Never again would he wander the halls in the night concealed by a cloak of invisibility, visit a giant of a man in a log
cabin outside the school, or fly over the Forbidden Forest on a Firebolt with his best friends. He would never wake up in a
dormitory with the other boys of Gryffindor or eat meals on golden plates in a magnificent Great Hall with a starry ceiling
that seemed an opening to the heavens. He would never enter the dungeons with an angry, expecting feeling that Snape was
going to give him a rather repulsive detention that day . . . That, he guessed, was a good thing, but he still would rather
have something to expect. Now nothing was certain.

Harry had never actually thought about what it would be like to complete his seventh year at Hogwarts. But if he had, it
would have been nothing like this. If he had imagined it, he would have been running off the platform with Ron and Hermione,
laughing at their completion and good fortune of never having to see Malfoy, Snape, and the Slytherins again. But in reality,
instead of running off laughing with his friends, he caught himself staring at the small silver-blond boy who was standing
with his mother and father at Kings Cross station, feeling as though a brick had been dropped into his stomach. That was
Malfoy, and a different Malfoy than the scrawny boy whom Harry had met in the robe shop in Diagon Alley. This was a more
mature one. Malfoy had grown almost as tall as Harry and lost the rat-ish look about his pointed face. His robes no longer
draped over his slender shoulders and trailed slightly behind him, but now emphasized his muscular body in places that Harry
had never noticed on Malfoy before. It had took Harry seven years to notice that Malfoy had grown into a handsome teenage boy.

Malfoy embraced his parents, an act which surprised Harry, who never thought that the former Slytherin was capable of
anything more than a sneer. Jealousy hit Harry like another brick in his stomach. Malfoy hardly deserved the love he was
receiving, but he still got it anyway. Harry often wished he had someone to embrace, but now he did not allow his mind to
wander there. Thinking of what he did not have that other people had depressed him to the point where he could hardly think
sanely.

*But who wouldn't embrace Malfoy?* Harry found himself wondering. *He has the perfect body for embracing.* Fantasies flooded
Harry's mind, an he allowed them to stay. They were empty and painful, but beautiful, in a way that he would not, however,
allow himself to understand.

"Boy! Are you listening to me? Or have you gone deaf?" Uncle Vernon's unpleasant voice roared in Harry's ears.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Well, get in the car. I'm not going to stand here surrounded by . . . by *your* type." Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry's arm and
practically dragged him to the Dursleys' car.

Uncle Vernon pulled out of Kings Cross station. Harry sat alone in the backseat, unaware of what he had been thinking before
his uncle arrived to take him back to the place that he had been forced to call home. Then it hit him - He had been thinking
about Malfoy. Harry looked out the back window hoping to catch a final glimpse of his arch-enemy, but only to see that he and
his parents had already Apparated back to the Malfoy Manor. Harry had written to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia - not by Owl
Post of course - asking them if he could Apparate home, but they refused. They didn't want to risk the neighbors seeing their
"abnormal" nephew appear on the front lawn of Number Four, Privet Drive by magic.

Harry sank back in his seat, letting another wave of uneasiness deluge through his already empty heart. Something was missing.
He was incomplete.
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