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A/N: This is my second fanfic. I hope you guys like it lots. It's weird but I think you will like it, if you give it a chance. I'm not good with making plots, but I will try my best. I'm trying to make the chapters long, but yea…anyway…

Voldemort never happened. Harry's dad was a famous wizard. A-Okay? Ok! This plot is made up, so it still has the characters, and they still can use magic. They are in London, and Hogwarts. I think I'm starting to talk too much, so just read the story. Ok! Okay! Hold on…wait. There is mild violence in this chapter, not too much.

This chapter is practically told in Harry's POV. It uses the word 'I' and 'he' a lot. Bare with me now. Hehe.

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Chapter 1: Loveless

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"Why are we moving again? I didn't do anything wrong." The words left my mouth bitterly, dry. I looked up at my Aunt Petunia; she was driving, never thinking about answering any of the questions I asked. She never did. She just kept driving, as if we were on an endless road. She's been a dead soul, full on nothing, no life within her. It all happened when her husband, my uncle, Vernon died. I killed him, and my cousin. I think she's just afraid me. She thinks the same thing will happen to her if she says something wrong to me, but I doubt it. She hasn't realized that I had magic; it was out of control, even though I told her. She took me to many, many different schools in London, but I got kicked out of all of them because…

Flashback

"Get away from me!" I looked up at all the kid's surrounding me. They had books in their hands. They beat me until I bled. The teacher sat at her desk smiling, and sniggering as they did so. I closed my eyes and took it for as long as I could. It was horrible. Wretched. I screamed for them to stop. I realized, I was trapped in my thoughts, and it never occurred to me that I had to fight back.

"You worthless piece of shit!"

"You're stupid, dumb."

"Idiot!"

Names were flying at me, and I couldn't do anything but cry, I sobbed silently into my hands, as I was beaten by kids with books, their fist, and their feet. Still trapped in my thoughts, I ran down a dark alleyway. Voices hit me from all around, there was nowhere I could go, and nowhere could I run. I fell to my knees and began to sob silently. I stayed hurdled like that for awhile, thinking, crying, I didn't know what I should do. I opened my eyes…

"Teacher, TEACHER!!" One of the kid's ran to the teacher, and pointed over at me.

I began to glow green, the emerald light linked with my eyes, and it illuminated off my lightly toned skin. I floated mere inches off the ground, eyes flaming and roaring at the kid's who'd just beat me. I knew I could never hit them, nonetheless, hurt them. I fainted.

"Where are we going?" I demanded to know. She, my aunt, hesitantly turned her head to look at me, and then continued to drive. My eyes started to burn, and I turned from her. I decided to look out the window to cool me down; it would be the best thing to do. I then started to have another flashback…

Flashback

"Get up boy! Finish cleaning." My uncle, Vernon, yelled at me as he continued to punch, and hit me with pots and pans. I continued to scrub the floors, and he still hit me. Blood started to spill all over the floor. It poured from my head, and back. It kept pouring and flowing across the floor. With every scrub I made, the blood came pouring down. I cleaned and cleaned, but the blood wouldn't go away. I gagged; the stench was burning my nose. I held my breath, as I continued to get beaten. It would go away. It had to go away.

"Look what you did!! You made the mess now clean it up!!" I began to get drowsy and lightheaded. My cousin ran into the kitchen and started kicking me in the stomach. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. Blood spurted from my mouth. Then my nose. I lay on my side, scrubbing the floor with what strength I had left. I kept cleaning, trying to please them. I kept trying and trying, but it never happened. The blood continues to spurt across the floor. I heard a thud. The last thing I remembered before I shut my eyes was my Aunt Petunia running into the kitchen. After that, I woke up in a new house.

I've been moving since then. My Aunt Petunia dreaded going back to that house, or any other house that I used my magic in. She knew about the schools, but never once withdrew me, or told the teacher about me. I knew she hated me for what I had done; to her beloved husband and son, but she continued to live with me anyway. We never talked, ate together, seen each other. Matter of fact, I never really ate; there was never anything to eat. I broke her heart, and I knew she never wanted to see me again. "We're here." I heard a light whisper emanate from her lips. I looked out the window, and we were at the train station. Many people dragged their luggage around. The sound of scraping was loud. The screeching of trains was heard. It hurt my ears, the sound was boisterous. She silently got up, and exited the car, and walked around to my side. She tapped her foot, as she waited for me.

I got out the car silently, and looked around. I heard a train whistle, and a man yelled a number. "It's time." She grabbed my hand and dragged me along with her. My Aunt never touched me. I thought she was afraid of me. Dodging many people, we strode through the grime that was stuck on the floors. We walked up and down the train station. I didn't know what she was looking for. We walked in between the train post. Four, Five, Six. Then I lost count. I was pushed into a… wall? Where am I? I turned around; a red brick wall was pasted in front of me. I looked up; it said Platform Nine, and Three quarters. I hit the wall. Then, I banged and banged, yelling for my aunt. I knew then, she planned this. I wasn't meant to ever leave. She never wanted me to see her again. After ending up on the other side of the wall; I knew that my Aunt Petunia was never coming, she wasn't looking for me. She was the one who pushed me in.

Looking around, I didn't notice anything different. There were few young teenagers, loading into the train. Many of the adults bustled around, kissing and waving goodbye to their children. I walked up to the train, and entered. I looked around, and went to the back, the last cart. I walked through the aisle, looking for a compartment. I found one in the very back. I decided to enter. Sitting next to the window, I started to stare, the train was moving. Time passed slowly. I looked out the window, at the fields, and meadows. The sky was beautiful, blue, with many white clouds that magically soared by. I was interrupted from a knock on the compartment door. "Come In." I stated loud enough, but in a low, low voice. A man arrived with a cart, he had opened the door. He wore a green uniform. I'm guessing they were informed to wear it. It had an 'H' imprinted on the left side of his button up shirt. It was on the pocket. He had on a green hat, which had an 'H' engraved on the front. The cart he pushed was swamped with candies. From the look of the candy, they seemed unfamiliar. He had candy, I've never seen before.

"Would you like anything?" I eyed the man, up and down. I was hungry. My hands were in my pocket, fumbling to see if I had any money. Is he just trying to sell me anything? I am hungry though. I haven't eaten in awhile, but I have no money.

"I'm sorry I haven't any money."

"Its fine, compliments from the man in the compartment across from you."

I hated to take people for granted, but if I didn't eat soon, I would faint. I was starving, and it was apparent from the look of hunger, that shined in my eyes. I eyed the candy cart. Was this some sort of joke, or was someone actually buying candy for me? A red box with the words 'chocolate frogs' caught my eye. "May I have some chocolate frogs? Please." The man sighed, and handed them to me, "Will that be it?"

I knew that wouldn't satisfy my hunger, but it would have to do. "Yes, Thank You."

He closed my compartment door, and I could hear the rattle of the cart become diminished. I hesitantly opened the package, and to my surprise, the frogs were jumping around. I've never seen a thing in my life. It looked too weird to eat. I closed the box, and continued to look out the window.

I began to daydream, until a knock came to the door. "Come In." I said it with an uneven heavy voice. I sounded hoarse. Another man, with a cart full of candy arrived. He was dressed, as the other man was. "Would you like anything sir?" He looked like he'd just finished memorizing the line. He looked nervous. I didn't want anything else, and I decided to make his day easier. "No thank you. I already have these." I held up the box of chocolate frogs so that he could see them. "Thank you, anyway." I turned back around to the window, as I heard the compartment door shut.

Something was weird. I was staring out the window, and I didn't here the cart being pushed down the aisle. I turned around, to see the man, standing there looking at me, "Excuse me sir, Are you sure you don't want anything?" I looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, I am sure. Now if you will leave." I glared at him, and he closed the compartment door. I turned back to look out the window, yet again. I heard someone knock at the door for a third time. I was becoming really frustrated and annoyed. I put my box of chocolate frogs in the seat beside me. I stood and slammed the door open. "WHAT DO YOU WANT THIS TIME?" I yelled, with my eyes closed. I didn't get an answer. I thought some one was playing tricks on me, so I opened my eyes. Slowly.

"Excuse me. Did I catch you at a wrong time?" A gorgeous blonde stood in front of me. He had grayish eyes, they shined silver. He was slender and lean, but built enough to see his muscles being defined through his shirt. He wore black slacks, with white shoes, and a long sleeve red button up shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up, with the top button open. His chest made my mouth water, but I looked away. He held the door open. "Umm...Uhh…Sorry?" I muttered as I looked at him. His lips looked soft, his hair looked perfect. It was midway down his back, and very stringy. He leaned against the compartment door, with his eyes focused on mine. I blushed slightly, taking in all of him. I started to back up slowly.

"Can I come in?" He looked at me, up and down.

I backed up far enough, until I was sitting in my seat. I placed my chocolate frogs back into my lap. "Sure, if you want." I said it lightly, almost a whisper, a stutter, but sure enough he heard me. The compartment door closed, and I glanced up to see if he was still there. Indeed he was. He sat right across from me, looking at me, as if he knew me. Reluctantly, I turned my head back towards the window. Looking out into the sea of grass.

"You haven't touched the chocolates you've gotten." He had a smug look on his face. His lips curved into a smile, and his eyes beamed up on me. I looked at him again, "I thought you were hungry, so I offered to buy you anything on the cart." I contorted my face to a confused look, and then eyed him.

"Were you the one, who paid for these?" I asked him in a low uncertain voice.

"Yes."

"Why? Why did you offer to buy these for me?"

I jumped when he stood and sat right beside me. My heart began to skip beats. I knew he had to see my heart pumping, I was sure of it. Our sides were touching; he moved his hand and placed it on my knee. He waited for my reaction, but I just looked at him. His presence came closer; he leaned towards my face, so that we were bathing in each others breath, thoughts. "I thought you were hungry? Are you not?" He was so close, I began to blush. I couldn't hide it; he was staring right into my eyes. I looked at how his teeth shined, how he moved his tongue. It looked delicious. I wanted it, I wanted him.

"Well yes, I am, but…" He held a finger up to my lips; slowly he brushed it over my top and then bottom lip. I gasped. Closed my eyes, wanting him to slide his finger into my mouth. He slid it away instead. A Tease. It was too much. "Why don't you eat then?" I felt his fingers tug on the box. I loosened my grip; he gently slid the box out of my lap, and opened it. The frogs went mad when they saw him, they were jumping around crazily. They were excited? They wanted to be eaten. He held his index finger over the box, and a frog jumped unto it. He played with the frog, and twirled it around, as he brought his finger to my lips.

"Eat." He demanded me. It was a sweet demand. Not one of force. He held his finger to my lips. The frog began to lick my lips, it tickled. I opened my mouth slightly, and it jumped in. I could feel it jumping in my mouth. Melting. A tinge of embarrassment slid across my cheeks, and I looked down into my lap. "Did it taste good?" I cast a quick glance his was, and he had a small smile on his face. I hurriedly nodded and continued to look at my lap.

I felt my chin being raised. His fingers brushed over my neck, and it had me hot. He had raised my face; I was now staring straight into his eyes. "You… shouldn't hide …such a beautiful… face." He talked slowly, in syllables. His lips looked even better, as he talked in slow motion. I blushed madly, but oddly I couldn't take my eyes off of his. I was in a trance. I was trapped in my corner, against the window. He did it. He hovered above me, his hand still raising my chin, to meet his gaze. I felt awkward in the position he held me in. I had to think of something.

"So…uhh... (Don't think about his lips…don't think about his lips… wow, his lips are sexy… NO!) … wha-what's your…name?" I asked him hesitantly, not knowing anything else to say.

His lips were full. His smile became broader, more noticeable. "Do you really want to know my name?" My eyes blinked once, than twice, "Yea-yes. Please tell me your name." He brought my face closer to his. His cheek was against mine. Flesh against flesh. It felt right. I rubbed our cheeks together, and it took him by surprise. His mouth opened, he licked the shell of my ear. After seconds flew by, I felt a hot breath being blown on it. I stifled a moan. He knew. That was one of my many weak spots. He brought his lips closer to my ear, as if he were going to whisper to me. He jerked his head, and my lips brushed against his. He looked at me, and then closed his eyes, and our lips pressed together. His lips were soft, smooth, and full. Mine were rough, chapped, and dull. I wanted more, but I knew this was wrong. I didn't even know him. I didn't know his name. I wanted to pull away, but there was too much force brought with the kiss, I melted into it.

Light radiated from between us. The world stopped. It was just me, and him. I felt a tinge of pain on my neck, but I couldn't move. Finally, he broke the prolonged kiss. I could move again. I brought my fingers to my lips, and touched them. My first kiss. I looked around for him, the guy that kissed me. I seen him nowhere, he couldn't be found. I left the compartment and entered the aisles. Many people were walking about, and exiting the train.

I looked around for 'him' with impatience. After the train was nearly empty, I decided to get off. I stood there looking for 'him.' I looked a little while, until I knew I couldn't find him. There was thousands of people, coming and going. I continued walking, finding myself surrounded by people coming from each and every direction. I was pushed, shoved, and I almost fell over.

I was in a busy bustling town. I seen people of all shapes and sizes. A raggedy sign hung from a building. Diagon Alley. People were kissing, and hugging. Shopping. Walking around, and eating ice cream. I walked down the street, looking in every direction. Bulging eyes, they stared at me. I was alone, scared. Everyone else had someone. One person, by their side. I began to feel unwanted and scared. I walked. Faster. I ended up in front of a place. A bank. Gringotts. I entered, feeling un-welcomed as the small goblins eyed me. They continued their work, as if I was just a person that didn't belong. I went to sit down on the bench. It was in a corner, isolated from everyone else. Drifting off, I then became absorbed in my thoughts.

"Hello Harry," A small goblin stood in front of me.

"Lord Malfoy warned us of your presence. He told us to get you everything you needed before you are to arrive at Hogwarts." I was nervous. Everyone in the bank looked at me. I then heard careless whispers. "That's Harry Potter?"

"He looks thin."

"What is he wearing?"

"What does Lord Malfoy see in him?"

"What did Lord Malfoy do to him?" I glared at all the people who looked my way. They turned back around to do their business. They felt my anger. I hated it when I had too much attention.

"Care to open your bank vault?" My attention returned to the miniature goblin. I looked at him silently. He had determined eyes. Memories flooded to me. I remembered this place. I dreamed of it before. I was looking for my parents. In my dreams, I was told, this is where I belong. I am one of them. A wizard. I remember coming to this bank, Gringotts, to withdraw a lot of money. I went shopping, and returned to Hogwarts for my huge welcoming party. I knew that could never happen. After all, it was just a dream. Before I knew it, I was standing. "I need to get some money." I decided to follow my dreams. Who knew if it would come true or not? I wasn't just going to sit and be stared at.

"As expected, follow me." I began following the goblin. The commotion had died. The room fell silent, as I walked through the main hall, to the left. In front of us, was a huge door? How will he open it? He's just a small… The door had opened, and I trudge bewildered, behind the goblin, yet again. We walked through a stone passageway that led farther and farther down. I became tired, and held onto the wall, it seemed to give me enough support. Finally we made it to the bottom. We were in front of tracks, train tracks. I looked at the goblin, and he looked back at me.

"Will you be accessing Lord Malfoy's vault, or your vault?" Suspicion was in my eyes. How could I have access to someone's bank vault? Who was Lord Malfoy?

"Who is Lord Malfoy? How do I have access to his vault?" The goblin sighed, and then looked down at the ground. "You will be answered later, whose vault shall you enter?" I tsked…I looked around, trying not to bring my disappointment to surface. "I will be entering my vault." I looked at him, and he bowed, "As you wish." I heard a loud, screeching whistle, and I looked around to see where it was coming from. I looked down at the goblin, and he stopped.

A cart pulled up. "Enter please." The goblin bowed again, and allowed me to step into the cart. I took my seat. The goblin boarded onto the cart, and sat across from me. "This is a Gringotts Cart." I nodded an ok to him. "Harry Potter." After saying my name, the cart began. It went rapidly. I heard crackling, and I began to wonder was this contraction really safe. I was scared. Up, around, down, under, left, right. The cart went in many directions, at a quick speed. I became nauseous until finally we arrive to our destination.

I hurried and stepped out the cart. Falling to my knees, gasping for breath. In and out. After a while I was back to normal. I stood. The goblin was standing on his tiptoes, inserting the key into its rightful hole. The vault cracked open. "Mr. Potter, here is your savings." The goblin finished opening the vault, and stood to the side. I was amazed. My room was full of gold. Lot's of gold. I was about to enter my vault when I heard the small impish goblin clear his throat. "Lord Malfoy requested me to give you this note when you arrived at your vault." He reached me a piece of dingy parchment, with the word 'L.O.V.E' embedded on the outside. My eyes went wide.

"Lord Malfoy, said to tell you to open it immediately."

"What is it?" I stuttered.

"I wasn't informed to open it sir." I slid my finger under the red sticker that shut the envelope. It soon landed on the ground. I opened the envelope, and it only had a letter inside. I reached inside and opened the letter…

My beloved Harry,

I informed the small goblin to give this to you. He isn't supposed to tell you anything of me. After being ask whose vault to access, I am most certain that you chose your own. You've been asking, haven't you? Who am I? Lord Malfoy. Yes, I am indeed the guy on the train who've kissed you. I must send my apologies for leaving so abruptly. I was called. I'm sure you're doing just fine on your own. You must be receiving many uncanny glares. Do they upset you? I must ask you. Did you feel angry when the goblin said your name in front of many people? Did you not like the attention you received? Follow my instructions, and we shall continue our conversation later.

Withdraw 500 galleons from your vault. Go shopping. Buy yourself new clothes, and any other necessities you will need. I wish to see my love dressed properly, and looking sexy for me. Go to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. That should get you what you need. Shall you get lost; ask around, I'm sure someone will be happy enough to help you. If not. Let them know, Lord Malfoy said so. An order of deep importance.

Bye my love,

-Lord Malfoy.

My eyes twitched as I finished reading his letter. What the hell did he mean by 'my love?' How could he love me? My mind raced with thoughts. Beloved? Who exactly is Lord Malfoy? I tucked it away in my torn jeans. "How much will you be withdrawing today, sir?" The goblin bowed again, with his eyes looking directly into mine. It took me awhile, but I finally manage to give an answer, "Five Hundred Galleons please." He entered the room quickly, and came back out just as fast. Every galleon I'd ask for was in a small money bag. The bag was green, with the letters 'GGB' embroidered in gold in the front.

I thanked the goblin for his service, and we were back on the deadening cart ride. I sat tightly, thinking of anything to get my mind off of the ride. I remembered the kiss, how I wanted to taste more of 'him,' Lord Malfoy. Why do they call him 'Lord?' Why does he say I'm his love? My thoughts were cut short when the cart came to yet another abrupt halt. We exited the cart, and hiked back up to the main hall of the bank. I turned to look at the goblin, but he was gone.

I exited the bank, and walked down the jammed street. I walked for what seemed like hours. Looking. Looking for Madam Malkin's Shop. I finally stopped. I've passed by the same store a dozen times. I entered the shop to ask for directions. A lady ran up to me.

"You must be Harry, no?"

"Yes." I huffed it out, I was out of breath.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting. Lord Malfoy, ordered us to make your robes." The lady, and two other ladies, dragged me behind the closed curtain to the back of the store. "What would you like?" One of the ladies asked me, as another pulled my shirt over my head. I hurriedly began to cover myself, feeling embarrassed. "L-l-lord Malfoy, told me to get something he would like." A small smile played across one of the ladies lips, "Why are you so formal with Draco?" It took me awhile to comprehend what she had just told me. 'His' name was Draco. That name could make anyone melt. "Aren't you and Draco, lovers?" I went red-faced. Me, and L-l-Draco, lovers?" I've never been lovers with anyone.

"N-no. Why would you say something like that?" The lady smiled timidly, and turned me around. I looked at myself, up and down, in an overgrown mirror. I finally realized that on my neck was the name 'Draco' embedded in my skin. I gasped, I was frightened. When did that happen, when did it appear? Then I remembered…

Flashback

I felt my chin being raised. He had raised my face; I was now staring straight into his eyes. "You shouldn't hide such a beautiful face." I blushed madly, but oddly I couldn't take my eyes off of his. I was in a trance. He trapped me in the corner, against the window. He hovered above me, his hand still raising my chin, to meet his gaze. I felt awkward in the position he held me in. I had to think of something.

"So…uhh... (Don't think about his lips…don't think about his lips… wow his lips are sexy… NO!) … wha-what's your…name?" I asked him hesitantly, not knowing anything else to say.

His lips were full. His smile became broader, more noticeable. "Do you really want to know my name?" My eyes blinked once, than twice, "Yea-yes. Please tell me your name." He brought my face closer to his, as if he were going to whisper to me. My lips brushed against his. He closed his eyes, and our lips pressed together. His lips were soft, smooth, and full. I wanted more, but I knew this was wrong. I didn't even know him. I didn't know his name. I wanted to pull away, but there was too much force brought with the kiss, I just melted into it.

Light radiated from between us. The world stopped. It was just me, and him. I felt a tinge of pain on my neck, but I couldn't move. Finally, he broke the prolonged kiss. I could move again. I brought my fingers to my lips, and touched them. My first kiss.

I had wanted to know his name. He kissed me. He gave me my first kiss. I reached up and touched the name. It glowed. I felt power being risen. I closed my eyes. I could sense a shadow looming over me. "You called?" I felt a warm breath on my neck. I snapped my eyes open. 'He,' Draco – Lord Malfoy, was standing behind me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. My back, bare skin was flat against his chest. I felt his breath on my ear. He whispered, "You look beautiful, my beloved." I blushed, and he allowed me to turn around. He pulled me closer to him. My head rested on his chest. He was taller than me. I could hear in my ear, his heartbeat. It became faster. We stood still like that for a while, until he raised my chin, again. I knew what was to come. He wanted me, I wanted him. We wanted to kiss. His lips were tempting, but I knew I would regret kissing him again.

Our faces became closer, and closer. His lips brushed against mine. I turned my head, and laid it back unto his chest. "I'm sorry, but I can't." I stepped back from him, and looked back into the mirror. I looked for my shirt lying on the ground. I felt embarrassed being half naked in front of him. I found it, and threw it back on. I looked back into his face, his eyes. He hadn't moved. He just stared at me. One of the ladies stepped forward, "how could you defy, Lord Malf-…' She was cut off, with a wave of his hand.

"Harry, would you like to go for some ice-cream? Just the two of us?" One of the ladies gasped. I knew it. He was degrading himself, by asking me. The look in his eyes was a concerned look. It looked like he wanted to beg me to go, but he didn't want anyone thinking less of him. I nodded my approval. A huge smiled struck his mouth. He was beautiful, gorgeous.

He walked over to me, and brought me into a death grip. He was hugging me too tightly. We walked out of the store, side by side, after he told the ladies to send my stuff to his quarters. He picked out all my stuff. I'd laugh at him, when the ladies brought clothes out that he didn't like. He scrunched his face, instead of yell at them. As we walked down the street, we had many people glaring at the both of us. I became nervous. He felt it. I felt pride overwhelm me, when he took my hand in his. We walked down the street hand in hand to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor. He told me they sold the best ice-cream.

After arriving at the ice-cream parlor, we decided to sit in a booth, so that we wouldn't be bothered. "What do you wish to have?" He asked me so nicely, I had to blush. He saw me go wild, when the tinge of embarrassment went on his face. I was like a little schoolgirl. "Strawberry." I said it, and displayed my happy-go-lucky smile. Strawberry was my favorite. He seemed more than delighted to get it for me. He walked out of the booth, and I waited silently until he returned. It took him a little less than five minutes to return, but it was ok with me. He had gotten strawberry too. "Why did you get strawberry too?" I asked him, as he continued to look at me assault my ice-cream. I licked my strawberry ice cream intently, not looking at him. I wasn't ignoring him, but my attention was focused on my ice-cream at this point. I looked up. He hadn't touched his ice-cream, it melted. He was staring at me. "Isn't strawberry your favorite?" I looked at him weirdly, "So... since it's my favorite, you decided to get it too?" He let out a small chuckle, and then looked up at me, "Do you wish for me to eat my ice-cream also?" I nodded approvingly. I looked at him intently to see if he would actually listen to me. I licked my ice-cream again. I brought it over the table, and watched him; he still hasn't touched his ice-cream. He leaned forward, and I thought he was going to actually go for it. He stopped midway, and lapped at my ice cream. He stared at me, as he did so. I tried to pull it away, but he held my hand in place.

"Lord Malf-." I hadn't even begun my sentence, and he cut me off.

"You need not call me Lord Malfoy, to you, I am Draco." I looked proud, that he gave me a choice as to what to call him. I was thinking about what I should call him, and I hadn't notice that he came around and sat next to me. He leaned in to my ear. He licked it and blew on it. It sent shivers up and down my spine. He whispered, "I will give you, and only you, the honor to call me dragon." I looked at him, and his and my eyes sparkled. He went in for the take, and I was ready to give it to him. He seduced me.

I was saved by a faint beeping. I knew I would have melted if he had come any closer. "I'm sorry love, I am being called." He turned my face to the side, and kissed my cheek. He knew I was uncomfortable with him kissing me on the lips. He knew I wanted him to do it anyway though. Afterwards, he slipped another piece of parchment in my hand, and ran off.

I began to wonder. Why did everyone just leave me like that? First my parents, then my aunt, then the goblin, and now 'him,' Draco. I was lonely. Loveless.

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A/N 2: First of all, do you guy's think the story is moving too fast? Should I slow down? Do you like it? Should I continue? The use of the word 'dragon' is not mine. I stole it from Just Felton. Yes, A friend. So I hope its okay! This story is very weird. I just had to make Harry forget about his stupid Aunt Petunia. A little secret…I don't like her. Ha-ha! Sorry I got a little carried away.

A/N 3: Before anyone asks. Yes! Draco is Dom. – whistles. I love Draco!! He's the most gorgeous blonde I've seen…YET! If you know one that looks better, send it to me in my e-mail. Daisuke(dot)Niwa(dot)DNAngel(at)gmail(dot)com. Harry is cute, and adorable, but Draco is GORGEOUS. Okay. Anyway.

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