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Author's note: Well, I am leaving for Pennsylvania tomorrow, and I will not have access to a computer for 3 days. I will not be able to review or read any stories and sadly I will not update for 3 days! I am leaving you with this new story, Not a Monster, and hoping it will hold everyone over! Thanks to all the reviewers now, but I will thank you again in 4 days! I might update Sadie too and maybe s'mores or come home with me today. I will try to get in as much as I can.

Not a Monster

"Boy, get down here!" Harry ran down the hallway and stood at the door to his aunt and uncle's room.

"Yes, Sir?" he asked quickly. Vernon backhanded him across the face.

"You weren't down fast enough. You are lucky I didn't take out the belt. Tonight we are having company. You are to make dinner and serve it. Dress in your nicest clothes and no funny business," Vernon turned around and walked to Harry, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and lifting him up to meet his chubby face.

"If I see even one sign of m...mag..." Vernon shook his head as is saying the word was difficult. "You know what I mean. If I see one sign, you will wish that the freak that killed your parents killed you too."

Vernon threw Harry on the ground and started down the stairs. "Oh and I expect dinner to be ready by 6:30."

Harry picked himself up and walked downstairs; pulling the food he had set out for dinner from the refrigerator. He chopped and diced and sliced until he got everything just right.

After setting the chicken in the oven, he went upstairs to make himself decent. He heard a knock on the door, and Vernon calling for him to come downstairs. He ran downstairs, trying to straighten his hair, and saw his aunt, uncle and cousin standing by the door.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vernon asked him. "Open the door."

Harry turned the doorknob and started to pull the door open towards him. Vernon slammed the door open using his whole arm, effectively pinning Harry between the door and the wall.

Harry sucked his stomach in as much as he could, trying to stop the doorknob from impaling him. Just when he thought his ribs were going to be crushed, Vernon let go of the door and shut it. Harry fell against the floor, gasping for air.

The Dursley's guests turned around, looking at the boy on the floor.

"He is just a servant boy, nothing more. Pay him no mind," The two adults turned around and followed Petunia into the dining room.

Harry cousin Dudley came over to him and laughed. "What's wrong freak? Did you get stuck behind the door?"

Harry scowled up at Dudley. His eyes went wide when he saw who was standing next to his cousin.

"What now? Are you a fag as well as a freak?" (A/N: that was not meant to insult anyone, Dudley is just stupid.) He smirked and kicked Harry in the stomach once before turning to his blonde friend.

"Come on Draco, we can stay in my room until dinner is ready." Draco nodded, but didn't look too happy about having to stay in the same room as the fat boy. They left and Harry got to his feet.

He walked into the kitchen and took a drink of water.

'What are the Malfoy's doing here?' Harry wondered. 'They hate muggles.'

He had no more time to think however, because the buzzer went off. After scrambling about the kitchen for a few minutes, he heard Vernon come into the room.

"Will you shut that damn thing off? The neighbors are getting annoyed, as am I," Vernon said.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, I'm trying to find it." Harry felt Vernon grab him by the back of his collar again. Harry was lifted into the air and turned to face his uncle.

He showed Harry where the buzzer was and slapped him across the face. He shut it off and threw Harry into the table. Harry saw Vernon walk into the other room before blacking out.

Draco stared wide eyed as Dudley pulled his shirt over his head. The blonde boy was sitting on Dudley's bed. When Dudley's stomach fell out of his shirt, he had to hold back the urge to gag.

Dudley tried to smile seductively, but ended up looking constipated. He sashayed over to Draco and tried to sit on the blonde's lap. Draco's eyes got even wider when he saw where Dudley was trying to sit and quickly moved over.

When Dudley felt that Draco had moved, he smiled, but was irritated. Dudley moved closer to Draco, and the Slytherin held his breath, because Dudley smelled so bad. A chubby hand reached out and grabbed the back of Draco's head, maneuvering his mouth towards his own.

All of a sudden, a buzzer went off downstairs and Draco fell off the bed. "What was that?"

"Oh, it jut means dinner is ready. My mom will call us down soon, but for now," Dudley licked his lips and moved towards Draco again.

"Um... Dudley?" the fat boy cocked his head. "How about I sleep over, and we continue this later?"

Dudley thought it over, and looked very happy with the idea. "Ok, I will go tell my mom."

Dudley walked out of the room and Draco sighed in relief. His throat was dry from fear and he decided to go get a drink.

When Draco walked into the kitchen, he saw Mr. Dursley holding a dark haired skinny boy by the collar of his shirt. It looked like the boy wasn't struggling at all.

Draco watched as Mr. Dursley slapped the boy across the face and threw him into the table. The bigger man walked back into the dining room, before Draco saw the boy's eyes close.

He ambled over to the boy and crouched down. After feeling for a pulse and getting one, He shook the boy lightly. Draco watched as his eyes opened for a second.

Bright green. Draco gasped and backed away.

"Potter?" he whispered. Harry just moaned in response. Draco thought quickly and picked Harry up.

'How is he so light?' Draco wondered. 'Does he eat anything?'

Draco made sure no one could see him and carried Harry up the stairs, finding an empty bed and placing him on it. He looked around the room and knew it was Harry's.

Draco noticed the bars on the window, and the little doggy door for the food on the bottom of Harry's door.

'What do they think he is, a monster?' Draco sighed before sitting on the bed next to the now sleeping boy.

For some odd reason, he had the urge to stroke the messy raven hair. His hand was halfway to Harry's head when he heard. "Draco, dinner!"

Draco left the bed with one last glance at Harry, before shutting the door lightly and making his way downstairs.

Author's note: I had a dream like this, except I was Harry and Jeremy Sumpter, the hot guy who plays Peter Pan and whose birthday is the day after mine, was Draco. Hehehe. Umm if anyone is confused, everything will be explained in the next chapter.

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