Note: As some people may notice, this story has been up before. Unfortunately it was taken of net after chapter 3, because the summary wasn't G-rated. For the one's who reviewed and liked my story, I'm sorry it didn't get up again sooner. Enjoy. Sorry if you are one of those who have been waiting for updates. But now I'm on it again.! Read and review, the other chapters will be up soon. An excuse for the lame summary, but my story was deleted because my summary wasn't G-rated. So .. EXCUSES.!
Summary: The only thing holding Draco from letting go at life, is his love for Harry, and when Harry offers Draco friendship, Draco sees the light. What he doesn't know it's all part of a plot.. I've been told it's funny and romantic.
WARNING: This is R-rated because of "detailed" SEX, (SEX between MALE x MALE).! Don't like, don't read, I am not forcing you. Spoiler for "Harry Potter –and the Order of the Phoenix. I look forward to new reviews.!
This chapter is dedicated to my lovely (and distracting irritating) sister, Gry. Who made me give this a second chance. Thanks sis.!
Part one:
EntryA silent summer rain was falling on the Hogwarts ground. The great hall was filled with laughter and spread talking, among new and old students. Everyone was happy to see each other again, after the summer break. Well, someone wasn't exactly happy..
Draco sat sulking at the Slytherin table, sticking to his food. He kept casting glances at the Potter boy and his to friends –Weasel and Mudblood. "The golden boy" had changed over the summer, he had gone a bit taller, the black hair was messy in a new shining way, somebody had finally bothered to give him regular close. That body, and those emerald eyes.. And then, as everybody else, he had just grown older. He was hot –no doubt about that.
Draco himself couldn't complain either; the pale blond was slightly muscular, quite tall, and the cold grey-silver eyes were devastating. But other than that life hated him. The punches his father had given him, had left bruises all over his body. And then falling in love with the one person, he absolutely couldn't get. No life wasn't easy on Draco..
"Mate, now is that ferret starring at you again.." Ron said, wondering how much food, he could keep inside his mouth, at the same time. "I couldn't care less. And .. I am quite gorgeous." Harry laughed, to his best friend. Though he hadn't spent his summer at the Dursleys, Grimmuald Place 12 was oozing with memories of his dead godfather. He was extremely happy to be home.
"You know, he hasn't been his same old." Ron choked. "Yeah, I know.." actually Harry was a bit concerned. He couldn't hate Malfoy, just couldn't.
"He hasn't insulted us ones!" Ron scowled in some more food, then continued; "I almost miss It.." Harry smiled at Ron, and the two guys burst'ed out with laughter.
Draco watched the two guys laugh. He was a little jealous, -okay a lot, he admitted to himself. Harry had friends, true friends, people who loved him.
Nobody liked Draco for the person he was. Or maybe his mom once did. He couldn't blame her anything. The only happiness in her life was a bottle of Rum. The only thing that kept Draco, from giving up, was his love to Pot- Harry. And then again, that was what started the whole thing. Lucious had always been, well, cold, and kept a strong discipline. But something snapped when he found out that his son, the Malfoy heir, was gay.
Draco was even jealous of Weasel and mudblood's endless fights.
Everyone could see they loved each other. But maybe, -maybe he could be Harry's friend. A smile spread over the pale face.
"I think he's got a bit of a crush on you, Harry.." Hermione said thoughtfully.
"You're not serious! Right?" Ron and Harry asked, as with one mouth.
"Well, yeah, I am!"
The two boys looked questioning at her: "Not Malfoy." Ron stated.
"Oh, get over it! The way he looks at Harry, and he's been polite and all." Hermione sounded so sure, and of some odd reason called love, Harry felt warm and happy.
"Your not blushing are you?" before Harry could answer, Ron continued: "Whatever mate, he's hot and all.." Hermione just stared shocked at him. "He is! But also an arrogant prat. This gives us an great opportunity!"
"Which is..?" Harry said.
Ron beamed at Harry: "It means we have a hell of a chance to get revenge!" Ron's cheeks heated: This was a bloody brilliant idea! "You pretend to love him back, and then dumps him!"
"Amm, Ron, I'm not sure I want to do that.." Harry looked at the blonde, in the other end of the hall.
"Of course you won't! That would be so .. evil!" Hermione shrieked.
"Oh admit it, -you're just mad it wasn't your idea!" Ron sprouted.
"Am not!"
"Am!"
"Am not!"
"GUYS!" Harry shouted. Hermione took a book from her purse and started reading. Ron smirked: "So Harry, what do you think?" He smiled his most charming smile.
"I already told you-" Harry tried, but was interrupted by a furious Ron. "But Harry! Think about all the times he called me Weasel, and Hermione .. mud- mudblood!" He spit the word out with disgust.
Ron was right, but maybe they could all be friends now, maybe he and Draco could be friends. Maybe even more! But then again, he had been a real jerk over the last years. Couldn't blame him with that father, though..
Ron stopped Harry's stream of thoughts: "Do it for us? " the puppy-dog eyes did it.
"All right, I'm in.." Harry let out a quiet moan.
Draco froze as he met Harry's sparkling green eyes, and then Harry smiled! Draco's heart missed a beat, feeling he's cheeks getting hot; maybe life didn't hate him after all?
Harry almost felt bad. Okay, -understatement, he felt awful. Then he got back to his senses. Gryffindors wasn't as innocent as they looked, and the sorting hat was right; Harry would have done well in Slytherin.
Draco had been awful to Harry and his friends, -now it was pay back time! He smirked; and he didn't have to dump the Slytherin prince immediately..
Draco would normally have acted like that. He would have been his icy, cold self. But during the summer, nothing was no longer, as it once was. Well, he was still the same person, or at least that much you can be the same, after getting beaten up every night. And though, he was a nerve wrack, he put on his "cool-face", as Harry walked towards the Slytherin table.
"Potter." He said coldly, but Harry saw the childish happy glimt, in Draco's eyes. "Draco!" Harry said, smiling widely. Draco's eyes narrowed; "Since when, did I gave you the permission to use my first name?"
Harry loosened his tie, unbuttoning the first bottoms, on his shirt. "It's hot in here.." he said changing the subject. "Y-you could say so.." Draco coughed out.
"So Draco, why don't we forget about the past few years? Friends?" Harry smirked. A small voice, Draco's old self, told Draco to say something insulting back. He didn't listen. "Friends." Draco smiled.
He almost looked like an angel, and the smile made Harry shiver. He would have leaned down and kissed him, on the soft, peachy lips.. Harry's eyes flew open, his cheeks flushing pink. Their lips were inches apart.
"See you in class." Harry turned around hurrying to the Gryffindor table. "Bye .. Harry .." Draco whispered.
Blaise shook his head; "Looks like somebody, got the hods for you.!" A smirked showed on Draco's face. He couldn't believe his own luck. Now he would go for a shower. A nice cold one..
Ron grinned: "That was very convincing, mate!" he patted Harry on the shoulder. Harry smiled to his best friend. Ron didn't have to know he wasn't acting..
Draco ran his hands throw the silky wet hair. The only thing that filled his mind, was Harry's smile, his green sparkling eyes, the way he said his name, Draco, his real name. Oh, and the way Harry unbuttoned his shirt.. He shuddered and turned on the cold water.
"Good night!" Harry yelled out in the over crowded common room. The first years had some of a welcome-party this year.. After a couple of butterbeers, Hermione had more than forgived Ron his wicked plans. Now the two were cuddled together in front of the fireplace.
"G'night mate," Ron growled, "I might be up .. a little later.." he smirked at the drunk Hermione. Hermione just waved, then giggled. Harry left his to friends, making his way up the stairs.
After the shower, Draco was in a good mood. He felt like partying, and only the god knows , it was ages since he had felt that way.
The Slytherin dungeons, echoed with students having fun. You could even find Gryffindors at their homecoming party.
Blaise yelled something in what looked like a hairbrush. Turned out it was Pansy's hairbrush. He waved at Draco, and Draco went laughing over to his drunk friend. "Draco, have a beer.."
"Thanks Blaise.." Draco nodded and downed the beer.
He knew he really shouldn't. He wasn't used to that muggle-alcohol stuff, but what could possibly happen?
After a few more beers he found out..
"And now,-" somebody might have casted a spell on that hairbrush, course Blaise's voice was loud, and everybody went silent. It was like a mai-microphone, Draco thought, remembering the weird thing, he once saw in muggle-studies. "Welcome, our own, one and only, prince of Slytherin!"
"Take it away Malfoy!" Blaise said pulling the hairbrush in Draco's hand. Draco sighed: maybe people really did care about him. He took in the sight of Slytherin students waiting for him to make a move.
But would they have cared about him if he weren't pureblood? He continued in his mind. Right now he didn't care. He took a firm grab on the hairbrush.
Harry lied in his bed, trying to sleep. He smiled as he heard Ron, carry Hermione, up the stairs to the girls' dorm. "Ron," she giggled, "we really should be studying.."
Things were too good to be true. Harry was happier, then he had been in a long time. Though, he still couldn't sleep. He pulled out the Marauders map. He took a quick look; Ron and Hermione, both in the girls' dorm .. and then something was going on at the Slytherin dungeons .. Draco was still up.. Harry took on his slippers, and covered his pyjamas with the invisibility cloak.
He slipped unnoticed, past the drunk Gryffindors, the fat-lady let him out, and he headed for the dungeons.
"My dear servants," Draco murmured "ladies and gentlemen." He smiled his perfect smile. "This song is for Ha- eeh, Pansy.." Pansy shrieked and pretended to faint.
"Are you lonesome to night .. are you sorry to night? .. Are you sorry we drifted apaaaart?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes I am Draco!" a girl screamed. "The king liiiiiives!" a Ravenclaw added.
Draco seemed to know all the lines of an Elvis song. In his sober state he would never admit his passion for muggle music. Neither would he grab a hairbrush and start singing. But the Slytherin prince wasn't exactly sober..
Harry entered the Slytherin common room, by charming a first year Slytherin. "Oh, you're Harry Potter, right?" Harry beamed. He pulled of his cloak, and froze: There was Draco, in the middle of the room, on a table, with a hairbrush in his hand, -singing?
Draco ended the song. "More! Mooore!" Whatever, he had all night.. And people really seemed to like his voice, the room was like a big dance floor. "Ok.. This song, is for my love.!"
Harry was stunned. "Some say love it is a river .. that drowns the tender reed, .. some say love it is a razor .. that leaves your soul to bleed," until today Draco would have agreed with that. "some say love it is a hunger .. an endless aching neeeeed!"
"I say love it is a flower –and you, it's only seed." Draco locked eyes with Harry. Harry blushed and smiled. A girl bombed into him, spilling beer all over him. Right now he didn't care. The song was so beautiful, and the song was for him.
"It's the heart afraid of breaking .. that never .. learns to dance .. It's the dream afraid of waking .. that never .. takes the chance.." Draco continued, still keeping eye contact with the stunned Harry.
"It's the one .. who want be taken .. that never .. seems to giiiiive! It's the soul afraid of dying .. that never learns to live.." Draco wasn't afraid of dying, he just wanted to kiss Harry, before he did so..
"When the night has been too lonely .. and the road has been to long .. and you think that love is only .. for the lucky … and the stroooong! Just remember .. in the winter .. far beneath the bitter snows .. lies the seed that with the suns love .. in the spring .. becomes the rose.."
"That's all for to night, ladies and gentlemen.." he ignored the begging students and handed Blaise the hairbrush. Then Draco walked towards Harry..
.o0So, this was the first chapter. I hope you liked it as much, as I enjoyed writing it! Review and that'll make my day.. I promise you some serious snogging in next chapter. Love ya' all (that is, if you guys review Big-Puppy-Dog-Eyes)!0o.
Bryjin
Oh! And I apologise for words spelled wrong .. stuff like that. I really tried my best.!
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