Who's the Prince of Tennis Again?

Summary: When Harry and Draco give up being the guinea pigs of pain for their relatives, they leave with Snape to Japan, where they meet a bunch of well known tennis players. AU. Non Magic.

Disclaimer: Don't own any Prince of Tennis or Harry Potter. They only belong to J.K Rowling and Konomi Takeshi.

'blah blah' talking in different language. Translation at the bottom of the page.

Vernon hit him again, "If you can't give me what I want then you can bloody well get out of my house!" A beaten and bloody Harry lay on the floor under Vernon's feet. A broken sob escaped him. "You weak son of a bitch!" Vernon kicked him before yanking him up and shoving him out of the house, a moment later Harry's trunk followed him. Quickly Harry searched through until he found his phone. Slowly and painfully he dialled his friend number. It rang twice.

"Harry?"

"Draco? Where are you?" Harry croaked.

"What's wrong?! What happened? Where are you?"

"Vernon- hurt- I don't know. Come get me? Please?" Harry fell onto the grass of the council strip.

"Look, where are you? At the Dursley's?" Draco said worriedly.

"Yeah."

"Stay there. I'm coming to get you." With that the phone disconnected and Harry put his mobile phone into his pocket.

"Please… hurry." Harry whispered. Slowly, very slowly he blacked out.

"Holy mother fuck! Harry!" Harry swam out of the fog that was unconsciousness. "What the fuck did that dick head do to you?"

"Do I really look that bad?" Harry said quietly.

"You look bloody horrible," Draco said. Harry could hear the fury in his voice. "Can you walk?" Harry nodded and struggled to get up. As soon as he tried to stand, his knees crumbled beneath him. Draco looked furious for a moment before bending down and slinging Harry's arm over his shoulder and standing up.

"You really are a creature to be pitied, aren't you?" Draco said. Harry smiled weakly and with Draco's help got into the back seat of the white stretch limo that was Draco's private car.

"Drive." The chauffeur drove away. After a few moments Harry gasped and sat up.

"My stuff!"

Draco frowned and turned to Harry, "What stuff?"

"My trunk, my clothes, my everything!!" Harry yelped.

"There was nothing on the ground. Only you!" Draco cried.

"What? My picture album was in there! My parents!" Harry murmured and slumped in his seat. Draco leaned across and folded Harry into a tight hug. The brunette hissed causing Draco to pull away worriedly.

"We need to get you to a doctor!" Draco said. Then he lent forward and talked to the chauffeur. "Get home pronto! Muchopronto (1)!" The driver nodded and sped up now ignoring the speed limit. "Sleep Harry, you need it," Harry groaned weakly leaned against Draco's shoulder, because his eyes were closed, he didn't notice the look of contentment and pure happiness that filled across Draco's face. "Sleep querido (2), dormer (3)."

"Severus! That guy is going to kill him, kuso (4)! We can't send him back and I can't take him back to Malfoy Manor! Father will kill us!" Draco yelled.

"Draco!!! Callese (5)! For Pete's sake!" Severus hissed.

"Sorry, Sev," the blond said quietly, before looking up again, fire in his eyes. "But what can I do?" Severus sighed and rubbed his forehead for a moment.

"Remember how I told you about that teaching job in Japan?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah, Seigaku Gakuen (6) right? The proclaimed 'Princes of Tennis'."

"Yes Draco," Severus sat down. He had shoulder-length black hair, a slightly hooked nose, but not too much so, onyx-black eyes and pale skin. And Draco, well, blond, blue-grey eye, totally and completely hot… well, you get the picture.

"What about it?"

"Well you can speak Japanese already, and I'm sure Harry could learn…" Severus said slowly.

"Are you asking us to come with you?" Draco perked up a little.

"Only problem is… my plane leaves at midnight," Severus stood up. "Go wake up Harry, we'll buy both of you new clothes and racquets in Tokyo. Grab whatever you have, we need to go in 15 minutes. Be ready or face your father, understood?" Draco nodded and ran out. He had a few 'emergency' things at his godfather's house, a change of clothes and toiletries. Draco grabbed these and stuffed it all in his bag, along with his wallet, cheque book and a few other things that he would need. He walked over to where Harry was asleep. With a tender look, he gently shook Harry awake.

"Sore..." The beaten brunette groaned lightly.

"Hey," Draco said. "Take some Panadol and get up, we're going to Japan!"

"What the hell?!" Harry sat up quickly. "Japan?"

"I'll explain on the way, now get up and get change, you can wear my spare clothes," Harry got up and without a second thought stripped until he was in nothing but his boxers. Draco turned away uncomfortably. Damn, I shouldn't have worn my tight pants.

"So, uh, where are your spare clothes?" Harry asked from behind him. Without thinking, Draco spun around to look at Harry. He gasped audibly and the pressure in his pants disappeared.

"I'm going to get my father's gun, go to your old house and kill Dursley!" The blond fumed. Harry was covered in bruises, all different colours and sizes.

"My old house?" Harry said quietly.

"You're officially moved out of that house. You're now living with us. You're old enough," chirped Draco. "now hurry up and put this on. We're leaving." Harry nodded, and then pulled on the clothes that Draco threw at him. Together they walked, or hobbled out to meet Severus.

"You boys ready?" They nodded and Severus grabbed his luggage and car keys.

"Well then, let's go!" All three walked out to start a new life.

(1). Quick, quickly

(2). Love

(3). Sleep

(4). Damn it!

(5). Shut up!

(6). High School

So? How was that for a first chapter? Like it? Hate it? Review anyway. We don't like flames that much, but still going to accept it anyway.

Will update soon!

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