Title: How his Rubber Ducky told the truth.
By Indestructible.
Summary: With Lucius as their mutual arch-enemy, how will Harry react to having to go into hiding with Draco Malfoy? Slash H/D.
Warnings: Slash. Male/male relationships. Don't like, sod off.
Disclaimer: All credit for characters to JK Rowling, obviously.
This story is updated every 2 weeks, or more often.
Enjoy the very first chapter!
Chapter One - Too Queer Vs. All Bundy
He crossed his legs. Damn, all wrong, too damn queer.
He put them back on the hardboard floor, spread, and leaned back a little, one arm draped casually over the back of his armchair. No, that's even worse, way too 'All Bundy'.
He shoved his legs together, crossing his arms in his lap. Ugh, not working, I might as well stand up and start shouting "Don't touch my chastity belt!".
He pulled his legs up, stretching them across one armrest while his back was against the other, his head leaning back, eyes looking at the ceiling, frown pushing down on his eyebrows. No, no, no! What am I? A bloody emo?
He sat up, back straight, legs straight, arms straight.
"That's right Harry, that most definitely is the best position for your back, or so I've read. But honestly, why in Merlin's name are you changing the way you sit every two seconds?" A familiar voice spoke up from Harry's side.
He slumped, leaving his correct posture behind, and looked around to find Hermione smiling at him from his left.
"No reason." He quickly defended himself, only to make him seem more suspicious.
"Sure, mate, very convincible." Ron snorted, showing up from behind Hermione to take a seat at his side. "But we won't ask, won't we, 'Mione?" He added, suggestively.
Hermione just huffed and sat at a table not too far away, supposedly reading a book while trying tolisten in on their conversation.
"So Harry, now that it's just us guys, you can just tell me what's going on right?" Ron said, in a not very subtle manner, while Harry threw an annoyed look at Hermione, who was holding her book upside down.
"No, Ron." He answered, "Because there is nothing going on!"
Harry had never been a very good liar, but since he was really putting in an effort, and Ron was... well... a complete dolt, Ron didn't push the matter.
He sighed and leant back, resisting the urge to inwardly criticize his sitting position again. He hated not being honest with his friends but there was no way around it, Harry had sworn secrecy to professor McGonnagal, now official headmistress of Hogwart's, and wasn't about to break his promiss. It was just hard keeping something to himself that was bothering him 24/7.
Okay, so what if he'd done that more often. And so what if he was hiding more than one secret from Hermione and Ron at the moment. That didn't mean that he wasn't struggling with it. What was that saying again? A friend in need is a bird in the bush? Harry thought, lazily. Anyway, what's wrong with keeping something to yourself right? At least he was planning to tell them later. That hadn't always been the case.
And so he sat there, Hermione still glaring at the both of them while holding her book upside down, Ron now averting his attention to picking his nose, and Harry silently soothing his conscience. Little did they all know what was hanging above their heads.
This was the first chapter to a possible series. If you feel the urge to review, don't let me stop you!