Title: undecided
Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own Harry Potter, so don't even try to sue me, I have no job, no source of income, and any money in the bank is for college. So if you don't like the story, go ahead and flame me, I'll laugh and insult your pathetic words.
Summary: I have no idea where this is going, it hit me like a dump truck, but it is most likely, an AU.
Draco sat back and shook his head, as drops of water slicked his hair against his head. The young heir frowned and then looked down at his hand, using his other to softly trace the runes carved into the long thin sword he held in his hands. His silver eyes were focused on the small mansion that sat in the middle of an estate, where hundreds of plants surrounded it, and ivy trailed along the sides to windows to dirty windows at the attic. Draco sighed and turned towards his small group. "Come on, we can't hide on this hill all the time, best go see the lords and lady of this place." He said the last bit sarcastically, making his men laugh and then nudged his horse, picked up the forest green dyed leather and slowly, very slowly made his way down to the mansion. "After all, as soon as I get what we came for, we can leave." He looked at the mansion. "And I have a feeling I'm going to really want to leave."
Harry settled down by one of the small windows in the attic, the only area in the house that the his so called 'family' refused to go to. He looked out towards the hills that marked the edge of the estate, and edge of the kingdom, to see a group of people coming down the rocky terrain. The teen shrugged and turned back to the matter he had originally sat down for, not caring about the group.
Draco jumped from his horse "Blaise, take care of my horse." His captain of the guard nodded.
"Of course my lord." He smirked "Good luck, don't kill anyone." Draco rolled his eyes skyward.
"If only I could." He stepped up to the door and knocked. Only a moment later, the door was pulled open by a small brunette with her head bowed down. "Is the lord of this…home here?" The girl softly nodded, her ponytail bobbing gently.
"Yes, I'll let him know…" She trailed off. Draco quickly caught on.
"Lord Malfoy." The girl nodded quickly
"I'll let him know you are here Lord Malfoy." She looked at him for the first time. "Oh my! I had no idea it was raining! Please, come inside, do you have anyone with you?" She shook her head and ushered the young lord in. "Of course you do, in, in, come on, and horses as well I'd suppose." She quickly took Draco's cloak. "Dobby!" An emancipated looking old man appeared. "Go see to Lord Malfoy's men and horses, get them something warm to eat and drink and settle them by the fire. Tell those annoying stable boys they'd better take good care of the horses too, dry them and get them into the stable, oh, and feed them." She handed Draco a large blanket. "and you sir, let's get you to the sitting room." Draco shook his head.
"I'd far prefer the kitchen if you don't mind, I'm sure it'd be far warmer than the sitting room, no offense." She shook her head.
"Oh, none taken, the sitting room does get cold if the fire hasn't been stoked, and knowing those stupid, boy obsessed maids the lords hire, it hasn't!" She shook her head and looked back at Draco, "I'm so sorry my lord, I tend to go off on rants about the idiots my lords and lady hires, I swear they're going to run this place into the ground, why I remember back when the old lord, oh look! The kitchen!" She ushered Draco in. "Terribly sorry that I have to go, but I need to make sure that the others are doing their job." Draco grabbed her wrist.
"What's your name, so I know who to ask for."
"Hermione, Lord. If I'm not available, ask for anyone in the kitchen, or Dobby. Their really the only reliable servants here." She smiled at him and Draco nodded, before turning and walking into the kitchen, the blanket now damp from the water that had clung to his clothes and body. A large red haired woman looked up from where Draco could see his men were. She quickly walked over.
"You must be lord Malfoy, well come on, sit down." She ushered him over to the fireplace, taking the blanket from him and putting a dry blanket on him. Then he watched amused as she shoved a loaf of bread with stew poured into the center into his hands. "Now eat up, I want all of that eaten. And I'll go get you some nice tea." She scurried off and out of sight.
Draco dipped his spoon into the stew and took a bite. He smiled as a comfortable warmth spread through him. Someone in the household was obviously a magic user. He looked up at the fire. "Have you found anything out yet Blaise?" He paused "Besides that you think that brunette is cute." Blaise shook his head.
"No, nothing except that." His friend's expression grew goofy. Draco sighed before taking another mouthful of stew and settled into the chair.
Harry crept into the kitchen and stopped at the sight of six or so men. The slim teenager quickly moved to the shadows and walked to Mrs. Weasley. "Ma'am, who're they?" He pulled at her sleeve. The woman quickly turned towards Harry.
"Oh, Harry, I didn't notice you, yes, their from the country Salazar, here to talk to your uncle. Here, take this and go back on upstairs before your uncle sees you, you know what he'll do if he sees you down here with such important people around." She pushed the same food into Harry's hands that she had given to Draco. "And if you don't eat it all young man, why I'll." She trailed off and then turned him around and gently smacked his head "go on now." Harry laughed and quickly slipped out of the room.
Draco turned as soon as he heard childish laughter from a corner of the kitchen but saw nothing. He shook his head and then watched as the door was thrust open and a large, whale-like man stormed in. He quickly walked up to Draco. "I'm so sorry Lord Malfoy, if I'd known you were here sooner." Draco inwardly rolled his eyes at the fat lard's behavior before cutting him off.
"I asked to be brought here so I could be with my men." He set the empty bread bowl down on a vacant stool. "You must be Sir Dursley." The man huffed with self importance.
"Yes, I am. Now, I'm sure you'd like to see him." Draco nodded, his eyes glowing with impatience "But the boy's run away." Inner Draco exploded with anger.
"Really now." His voice cut into Vernon's nervous laughter. "I thought you said you'd be keeping a sharp eye on him."
"Yes, well, you see, it's quite a funny story." Draco narrowed his eyes. "But I'm sure that you'd like to get a good night's rest in."
"Yes, and then we'll be leaving in the morning." Draco walked right by Dursley, his group of soldiers following him.
Harry slipped out into the early morning light and quietly walked to his part of the garden, carrying several plants. He knelt in the dirt and started to dig holes in the small garden plot.
Draco scowled as they started to trot out. All of his men could sense the young lords anger and stayed away from him. They were nearly to the gate that would take them out of the place he was already starting to consider 'hell' when he noticed a small figure bent over a garden plot. He quickly brought his horse to a stop and called down to the small person who had obviously not noticed him yet. "You!" the boy continued to carefully dig out a hole in the ground "You! You!" Draco got off of his horse and walked over to the figure, he flicked him upside the head. Startled, they jerked back and stared at Draco in surprise.
"Who are you!" As soon as Harry said this, he knew he was screwed, the guy was obviously a rich lord, far more rich than his uncle. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize that there was anyone out this early…" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"It's almost noon." He watched Harry flush.
Harry ducked his head down "Oh, um, sorry, well, how can I help you?" He raised his head slightly and looked at Draco through his bangs.
"Have you seen a boy named Harry Potter, I was told he ran away a few nights ago." Large green eyes flew up in surprise.
"Ran away? What the damned demon that came into my uncles mind and possessed him to say that kind of bullshit about me! Why the hell would I run away, there isn't any living soul for ten miles at least! You'd be a daft retarded idiot to run off in these parts, and it's not like I would know what do! That moron is going to get himself killed one of these days!" Draco's eyes widened in shock.
"Your Harry Potter!" The boy smiled at him shyly.
"Yes, I'd shake your hand or whatever custom you go by, but I'm muddy, and your wearing rather nice clothes." Draco stared at him in stunned shock. "Ah no, what social blunder did I do that I didn't realize I did now! I knew I should have stayed in the attic." Harry flopped to sit on the ground, and sighed heavily. Draco regained his vocal cords.
"Your Harry Potter…The son of the legendary Lord Potter and Lady Lillian." Harry nodded.
"Yes, how can I help you?" Draco glared at him.
"Your uncle promised you to me, but he'd made up some sort of rubbish about you running away." Draco growled at Harry and grabbed his arm. "Now come on, your uncle must have some sort of scam going on, and I'm going to stop it by taking you with me." Harry jerked his arm away.
"What the hell are you talking about! My uncle never said anything to me about being promised to anyone! Least of all you! And I don't even know who you are! I've been in the attic for the past month nursing all the damn plants that my so-called family somehow managed to almost kill, despite the vast amounts of rain!" He stomped his foot rather childishly. "So if your going to take me wherever your going, could you at least explain to me what's going on!" He breathed deeply and looked up at Draco. "Please."
Please review! Pretty please! It's 2:10 and the longest chapter I've ever done for anything pretty much. Please please please please
Draco: Just review or she'll go on until you do.
Harry: Oh come on, she's not…she had coffee didn't she.
Draco: Yes she did Potter, now you see why I'm using a walkie talkie
Me: Oh come on, I just ate one thing of peeps, and a chocolate bunny, and chocolate, and cheesecake
Harry: I am so running away now…bye! Draco, joining you in hiding.
