WARNING: This is a yaoi, or shounen ai, or slash, or whatever you call two boys falling in love.
If you don't like it, please don't complain. Just go pick out a new story.
DISCLAIMER: Characters and locations are all property of J. K. Rowling. I am merely borrowing them.
Summer Again
Chapter 1
The room was cold and dark. The smell of herbs filled his nose as he sulked in, taking a seat in the front. The sound of hushed whispers came from students all around him. He sighed and pulled out some paper for notes. He glanced up at the windows that had not been opened in years. He smirked to himself as he noticed the gunk that formed around the bottom, preventing anyone from opening them. He wondered whether or not Snape had placed the gunk there or if it formed on its own.
The whispers were all cut off as someone strode in and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know it was his teacher. If the noise his heavy cloak made wasn't a dead giveaway, the scared shitless girl next to him was. When Professor Snape had made it to the front to the classroom, he turned on his heels to face the mass of students sitting before him. His eyes slowly roamed over his students, fell on Draco, and lingered for a moment. Then he interlocked his long, boney fingers and smiled; a freighting sight for anyone who was unfortunate enough to witness it.
"It seems," He began slowly, letting his voice echo off the cold walls of his depressing classroom, "That Mr. Malfoy is the only one who has the common sense to realize that he is, in fact, a student." He finished, looked expectantly at the now confused students, and turned his face into stone. "Paper," He said simply before beginning his lesson.
"I don't have any paper!" Draco heard Hermione whisper frantically as soon as Snape was at the black board, writing in his long, snakelike print.
"What?" Ron. Draco could distinguish that puberty laced voice from anywhere. "Since when does Hermione Granger go anywhere unprepared?"
"Shove it, Ron." Now that was the voice he had been waiting to hear; the velvety smooth voice that could only belong to the green eyed boy of Gryffindor. "Here, Hermione, take mine."
"But Harry, what will you use?" She whispered back, but took the paper anyway.
"I'll just copy your notes later?"
"Mr. Potter," Snape spat angrily as he turned from the board to stare daggers at Harry. Draco, of course, couldn't help but smile. For some perverse reason, he loved it when Harry got in trouble. "Talking in class, are we? 5 points from Gryffindor and detention."
Draco shifted slightly in his chair so he could glance back at Harry. He gave him a quick smirk and turned back around.
"Bloody git," Ron muttered under his breath.
"Mr. Weasly, same punishment." The Gryffindor's all moaned in unison for having just lost ten points in a matter of minutes.
Class rolled by as it usually had. Potter and Weasly were in trouble, Draco's hand ached after immense note-taking, and he was now walking to dinner with his companions, Crabbe and Goyle.
"I hope there's pudding," Luna sang happily as she walked hand-in-hand with Neville, which earned a couple of snickers from Crabbe and Goyle. Draco simply rolled his eyes and moved on ahead.
"Draco!" Here, He heard Pansy call from the Slytherin table. He plopped down beside her and began their usual conversations. The same conversations they had every day, consisting of the same material neither of them really cared about.
Strange, He thought to himself, How boring the life of a Death Eaters son can be. Surely there's something more. Something to keep my mind active.. Just as the thought entered his mind, he saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione walk into the Great Hall. Hermione's bushy brown hair was all he saw as her face was shoved in some book or other. Ron, the plump ginger was ranting about something, judging by his rampant arm waving and semi-red face. And then there was Harry. The dark haired teen smiling brightly as he listened to what, Draco was sure, was an incoherent jumbling of words. His green eyes sparkled as he looked at his friend. Suddenly, Draco grimaced and stood up.
"Crabbe, Goyle." He said as he motioned for them to follow, leaving Pansy mid-sentence and a blush slowly forming on her cheeks.
"Have I said something?" She asked as she turned to Blaise, who shrugged and stuffed his face of corn bread.
"Where we going?" Crabbe asked, chomping on a cupcake. Goyle nudged him in the ribs, causing him to drop, said cupcake.
"Potter," Draco spat as he stood behind Harry and Ron. Hermione lifted her head from her book, narrowing her eyes as they landed on Draco.
Harry turned around in his seat as a crooked smile formed on his lips. "Good evening Malfoy," He said sarcastically. "Come to join us, have you?"
"You wish," Draco replied, glaring at Harry with as much hate as he could muster. "Actually, I was-" He was cut off when Professor Snape strode up to where they were gathered.
"Malfoy what are you doing here?" He asked slowly, his dark orbs falling on Draco.
"I was just having a chat with good ole Potter," Draco replied as he slapped Harry on the back as hard as he could and smirked as he heard his sharp intake of breath at the pain.
"Git," Harry mumbled as he reached behind to rub his back.
"Mr. Potter," Snape said, apparently deciding to ignore the display "I have only come to inform you that your detention, along with Mr. Weasly, is required immediately after lunch. No excuses." Then, he turned on heels, much like he always does, and strode off with his cape flowing behind him.
Draco snickered. "Have fun, Potter." Draco added, before he took off to follow Snape, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to awkwardly stand there and glare at Harry who rolled his eyes and continued eating.
"Remember to stir clockwise," Snape advised from his desk.
"Yes sir," Draco replied as he stirred the concoction in his caldron. He had decided to get some 'extra help' from Snape conveniently while Harry and Ron had their detentions. He glanced up from his potion to look at Harry scrubbing other caldrons, sweat glistening on his brow despite the chilling temperatures of the room. Draco smiled a genuine smile and surprised himself when he noticed he was staring. He cleared his throat and went back to his stirring.
The scent that wafted from the potion wanted to make him vomit. "Um...sir...I don't think this is to supposed to smell so disgusting."
Snape rose from his desk and was at Draco's side almost instantaneously. He took a whiff himself and smiled, "Smells perfect," He said before his classroom door was thrown open.
"Professor," A boy from the Slytherin house stood at the threshold. His blue eyes were wide with what could be assumed as shock.
"Yes? What is it Rial?" Snape asked, rudely, despite his visitor being a prefect from his own house.
"It's It's...a student" Was all he could stutter forth. Snape rolled his eyes with a sigh and turned to Draco.
"That's done. Pour it into a vial and take it with you when you leave. You can leave the caldron and other supplies to Mr. Potter." He said pointing at Draco's concoction. "As for you two, Weasley, you may go. Potter, finish those caldrons and you're dismissed as well." And with that, he strode out of the room with Rial following on his heels.
Ron stood up from putting the potions books neatly on the shelf and looked awkwardly at Harry. Harry noticed this and sighed, "Well don't just stand there. You can go." He said much to Ron's delight. He could barely contain it, Draco noticed.
"Thanks mate. But are you sure you don't need some help? You've still got like four caldrons left I could—"
"I'm fine. Go," Harry said again with a smile.
"You're a real pal, you know that? I'll see you in the common room later!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his cloak and bolted out of the room, but not before he shot Draco a dirty look.
Draco smirked and grabbed a funnel and a couple of vials. He corked them once they were filled with a pale green liquid and shoved them in his school tote which he threw over his shoulder. Then he looked back at Harry and noticed that he really did have a lot of work to do before he could leave. And it was Friday. And he didn't help by making a mess all over the station. He sighed, the guilt getting the better of him, he set his tote back down and rolled up his sleeves before joining Harry at the wash station.
Harry looked up at him and gave him a confused look. "What're—"
"Shut it. I'm helping you, and that doesn't mean I have to talk to you." Draco cut him off as he grabbed a sponge and a caldron.
After about an hour had passed, they were done. Draco's arms were sore and he could see the skin on his fingertips had little wrinkles on them. He sighed. When the Hell did I get a conscious anyway...He angrily asked himself. He threw the tote on his shoulder once more and made to leave when Harry's voice filled his ears.
"Hey, um thanks. You know, for helping me" He said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Draco looked back and smirked.
"Just don't think we're friends now, Potter." He said nastily as he left.
"Hey!" He heard Harry jogging to catch up with him. What the Hell.. "Why were you there today?" He asked slightly out of breath.
"What?" Draco asked sourly. He had to get to the library and return the books he'd been lugging around all week and he really didn't feel like talking to Harry. He didn't bother to hide his dissatisfaction with the dark haired boy, either.
"Why were you in Snape's class just now?"
"Really, Potter, I knew you were dense, but I didn't think it was this bad. Did you not see me making a potion six feet away from you?"
Harry snorted. "No, I noticed. I was just wondering what is was, and why you needed it."
Draco stopped and looked at Harry fully in the face. "Why the bloody Hell do you care?"
"I don't know..." He replied honestly. Now it was Draco's turn to snort.
"You're daft." He said before turning on his heels and going the opposite direction to his common room. He didn't care if he had to wait another day to return his books, but he wasn't doing it with Harry asking questions the whole time. He passed Snapes classroom again on the way to his common room and decided to leave a vial for his professor, as thanks for borrowing his ingredients and supplies. He walked in and was immediately knocked back by the fumes, assumedly, from his potion. He went to the windows that harbored the unidentified gunk, and tried feebly to open one. Alas, it was useless. So instead, he left the vial and exited the room, this time making sure to leave the door open.
He tracked up to his dorm, where he dressed in his night-wear and slipped under the covers. He closed his eyes and pictured Harry and himself cleaning together. He chuckled. Who the Hell would have thought ? He asked before drifting off into his subconscious.
Upon opening his eyes, he realized he had slept in. And none of his roommates were in sight. He grumbled incoherently as he sat up and stretched. Another dreamless sleep consumed him and he didn't feel refreshed. If anything, he felt like it would have been better to not have slept at all. He yawned and threw aside the green sheets. He grabbed a green towel and walked quietly into the washroom, peeling sleep sand from his eyes as he turned on the faucet. It caused the room to fog almost immediately, limiting the amount of oxygen his lungs took in. He didn't care, it was just the way he liked it. He stepped under the hot water and sighed in relief as he felt it beat down on his naked body.
He enjoyed the sensation immensely. The feeling of steaming hot water falling onto his naked body was exhilarating. Where the Hell is everybody? He thought as he suddenly realized, he had yet to encounter any one in his house. Must be a Hogsmede trip day then
He slowly walked to the Great Hall, finally encountering some of his fellow house mates. Pansy, and Crabbe were waving him over from the practically empty Slytherin table. He noticed the Hufflepuffs seemed to be the only ones who were all there. Not surprising, He thought as he sat down by Pansy again, talking about nothing. They're an unadventurous lot.
"Wait, what?" Draco asked, suddenly taking interest in whatever Pansy was saying. She noticed this, too, and tried to milk it as long as possible.
"I said that it was good to see you're up finally," She smiled.
"No, not that," Draco said, waving a hand in the air, dismissing the comment "The other part."
"Oh ummmm" She hummed, as if trying to remember what it was she had said.
"Forget it," Draco said as he rose from his chair, only to be grabbed back down by a giggling Pansy.
"I'm only playing. I said Snape had some awkward incident last night, and no one has seen him today."
"What incident?" Draco asked eyeing up the teacher table if only to confirm what Pansy said was true. It was; Snape was missing.
"I'm not sure...apparently it involved Rial. But, he won't talk."
Draco rose from his chair again, looking for Rial. For some reason, he had this nagging feeling that whatever happened was his fault. But what had he done?
"He's not here," Crabbe said between cheeks full of scrambled eggs. Draco shot him a look, forcing him to elaborate. "Rial. He went on the Hogsmede trip." Draco sighed and left the Great Hall. He was tired of the incompetent buffoons he insisted on constantly surrounding himself with. He walked the empty halls of Hogwarts, barely lit by flaming torches that hung on the walls every so often. The pictures seemed to be in their own worlds, barely granting Draco a glance in his direction. He loosened his tie, feeling oddly uncomfortable as he made his way for the library.
The librarian grunted as she saw him enter. He threw his books up on the desk before wandering the rows of books he had yet to read. He didn't enjoy reading, by any extent. Rather, he enjoyed the things he got from books. He enjoyed knowing things and being able to do things sufficiently for himself, despite the people who think he was just a rich kid who had other people do everything for him. He didn't like relying on others. In fact, he despised it. He loathed feeling like he couldn't take care of himself, and further than that, he hated having to entrust people with his life. Like he had done so many times with his father before he was sent to Azkaban.
He didn't hate his father. But he didn't trust him either. After all, how could he? He was a Death Eater who could trust a Death Eater? He laughed at himself for even asking himself that question, which apparently disturbed fellow knowledge junkie.
"Sorry," He whispered in their direction. A female replied with a humming sound, acknowledging his apology. "Um, hey, do you know where I can find books on Magical Creatures?" He asked the girl on the other side of the row of books.
She didn't answer at first, but finally said: "Sure, hold on." He sighed in relief. He had been trying to find a book on them for a while and walked around to see his library guide. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he came face to face with Hermione Granger.
"G-Granger?" He stuttered out. Her eyes were wide, looking back at him. He noticed that they didn't hold any anger, or discomfort at realizing who he was. Just surprise. That surprised Draco in return. She didn't hate him? Even after all those horrible things he'd said to her? How is that possible..
"Um...Yeah. So, Magical Creatures?" She asked, her eyes, going back to a normal size. "You're going to have to be more specific than that. There are thousands of books in here."
Draco shook his head. Surely he was imagining this? Hermione was actually willing to help him. What the Hell? After he realized she as still waiting for an answer he crunched his nose up. "I'm not really sure"
She studied him for a moment. "So you're just reading for fun?"
"No, not fun. I just want to know more about them. I don't really want to know about ones I'm not going to encounter every day, if that helps"
Her face brightened considerably "It does," She said as she skipped off to a row pretty far away. He blushed and followed suit, all the while wondering what kind of alternate universe he seemed to land himself in. When he caught up to her, she was on a stool, reaching for a thick red book covered in dust. Draco's allergies weren't going to like that. "Here, this one is great if you're just learning about them. And they only have the basic ones in the area. No foreign ones. It should be just what you need."
"Uh, thanks." He said as he took the book awkwardly out of her hand.
"Harry told me you helped him during detention." She spurted randomly.
"...Just a little." He said as he turned to leave.
"You're different" She said quietly. He turned and looked at her still standing on the stool.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Granger. Thanks for the book." He said as he practically ran out the library.
Only to run into a familiar green eyed face.
"Malfoy," The silky voiced said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, again with the idiotic questions. Why does one usually go to the library?" He asked as he held up the thick red book Hermione had fetched for him. This made Harry blush, which made Draco's stomach feel weird.
"Sorry I didn't notice that. And I assumed you'd be at Hogsmede"
"I didn't go." Draco said sourly. He had looked forward to the Hogsmede trip and missed it all because his roommates were big enough assholes to not wake him up.
"Why not?" Harry asked sadly.
Sadness? Draco thought as he noticed the sadness in Harrys voice. What the Hell! "I over slept." He said turning to leave.
"Hey wait," Harry called, as he fished for something in his bag. "Here," He said as he held out a chocolate frog.
"What?" Draco asked, dumbly staring at the little golden box in Harrys open palm.
"I want you to have it. It's not jinxed or anything"
"Why?"
"Well I know you like them. I see you eating them all the time. Plus, it's my way of saying thanks for helping me out in detention yesterday." He said with that brilliant smile of his. Draco felt his cheeks go warm as he reached out to take the box.
"Thanks" Draco mumbled. Harry's smile grew wider.
"Just don't think we're friends now, Malfoy." He said as he turned and walked into the library, leaving Draco standing there with his silver, blonde hair contrasting to his rather red face.
Yeah, so there's chapter one of my first fanfic! I'm not sure if I'm liking it though. :/ I think everyone is too out of character. And I didn't brush up on my Harry Potter knowledge before writing this, so let's just pretend it's its own year.
Leave a review and let me know if you like it!
Oh! And when I started this, I had every intention of making Draco seme...but I think he's turning more uke as the story progresses...what do you think?
THANKS FOR READING :)