NOTE: This is taking place after my previous books, please read Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone, and Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets before reading on.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story, they belong to J.K.R. Events that happen in this book are meant to follow her story exactly. There are descriptions of situations taken from her work exactly, from another character's perspective. My intent for this story is to show what COULD have gone through Draco's mind during his years at Hogwarts. Spoilers for this story are for books 3 and 5. If you have not read those, then go do so now! Will include some excerpts from Severus's life that were explained in the sixth and seventh book, but will try to keep spoilers to a minimum. If I can avoid using them I will, but regardless I will warn you before the paragraph revealing anything.
Description: This is book three written in Draco's point of view. There is no intent to plagiarize, but I am trying to show what could have been going on in Draco's mind at the key points in The Prisoner of Azkaban. The pairings that are in this story are Draco x Harry, Remus Lupin x Sirius Black, and Snape x Malfoy(older). I will be continuing this series to the other books as well, so I hope you enjoy. Heavy yaoi moments will be shared between the older men, because as of right now Draco and Harry are thirteen, and will just be THINKING about having sex, but not actually doing anything. They may however share some very shonen-ai moments. In the previous book I kept things VERY PG, but now that there are two adult couples, it might get a little McSteamy. J If you like what I've written please let me know, or if you don't let me know what didn't sit well with you. Please be gentle.
Draco Malfoy and The Prisoner of Azkaban
He pulled at the shackles, their metallic clinks echoing in his prison. He looked out at the full moon, he swear he could smell the wolf's craving for him. Hear his howls, smell his scent, feel his heat. Maybe he was going crazy, maybe Remus really wouldn't come back this time. It had been almost two years since the last time his lover had come to visit, Remus had cried afterwards saying he'd never come back.
"Sirius Black, stand at the wall!" Sirius looked up, it must be breakfast time. He knew Remus would be in pain, without Padfoot the Wolf would go crazy and attack his own body. He stood facing the wall as the wizards of Azkaban waves their wands taking the chains from the wall and binding them around his body.
He walked with the other inmates to the mess hall, he smiled to himself, it seemed like a rundown version of Hogwart's great hall. He ate his gruel, it was the same every time, just enough to sustain them, enough to keep them alive, enough to keep the Dementors interested. One luxury Sirius had been allowed, was a subscription to the daily prophet.
He scanned over it, gnawing on a chicken bone that had made it's way into his soup. He flipped through it, seeing nothing about Harry Potter, but something else caught his attention.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw.
A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, "We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank."
The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Sirius was staring at the moving photograph, as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him, standing in front of a large pyramid. Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didn't show it) with flaming-red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat, Scabbers, on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister, Ginny.
"There he is! He's there! That RAT! He's in Egypt!" Sirius snarled, holding the newspaper. "I'm innocent! I can prove it!"
The Dementors glided over to him, as an amplified voice called out. "Settle down inmate!"
Sirius couldn't contain himself, he ripped the page holding the article up. "Innocent!" The other inmates quickly moved away from him as the Dementors came for him. Sirius turned to them, snarling trying to fight them as they came closer pulling at his very being. He felt all the strength leave him, his fist clutching the paper, falling backwards he could barely keep conscious. The wizards brought him back to his cell, chaining him once again to the walls of Azkaban.
It took him most of the day to recover, but he looked at the moving people once again. "Weasley… Hogwarts… He'll be back at Hogwarts."
Sirius felt his bones popping, snapping into strangely familiar positions as his transformed into his canine counterpart. His wrist and ankles were bare of fur from shackles rubbing his flesh raw. The collar around his neck was a little harder to get off, but he was able to push it off with his back legs.
Sirius stood free from his chains, stretching he paced in his cell. If he left Azkaban it would probably end in his death, but if he could prove himself innocent he could have his old life back. Remus might be able to forgive him, maybe he could start again.
He squeezed through the bars, yelping as he felt his hips catching. He scrambled falling to his side, pushing as best he could against the bars, contorting until he broke free. He limped through the prison, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The Dementors seemed close, one turning to look at him, but they craved human souls, not a dogs'.
Sirius saw his opportunity, a laundry van was just about to pull out. He knew it was cliché, but at least a sleeping dog in the truck would seem less suspicious then an inmate. He climbed in, just as the van began moving off. It flew through the skies and off of the island of Azkaban.
No sirens, no alarms, no sign that he was gone. He hoped no one would check his cell until morning. As he neared land, he knew he had to jump out or risk being seen, with all his courage he soared out of the van falling, falling, falling into the ocean. He was tossing and turning under the current, his mouth and nose full of sea water. He coughed, struggling to swim under the great mass of water. Sirius was going to drown, he could barely make out the surface in the night's darkness. He kicked and pawed his way through the sickening cold water, on his last breath when finally his muzzle made it out into the air.
He sputtered taking in as much air as he could, before another wave sloshed into him. He was running off of fumes by the time he landed on the beach. The water washing over his naked body, his hands dug into the sand, almost afraid that if he let go the waves would bring him back into the sea.
Draco looked himself in the mirror, he had to admit that he looked rather handsome. He'd grown about four inches over the summer so far, and his chin was becoming more defined. His hair was slightly longer, and didn't like being pushed back as much. He had Harry's birthday present in his robes, today was July thirty-first, and he had made plans to meet with Harry.
He smiled at the letter he had received, "Ron's in Egypt and Hermione is in France." It was a perfect time for them to spend time together. He mounted his broomstick, pulling the cloak Severus had given him the year before. He was invisible to the world as he reached Privet Drive, landing a few houses down from Harry's. He stored his cloak and broom away, hiding them in a nearby tree. His hawk owl, Rancor, landed on his shoulder as he came closer to the hideous house, it was so drab. "Fly to Harry Potter." He told the bird, who immediately soared into the boy's window, causing the snow owl inside to squawk.
Harry looked out to see the blonde boy, and released his bird to fly free with Rancor. Draco could hear inside the house, a loud man yelling up to the boy. With a raised brow he waited for Harry, only to see the boy rushing out the front door a large man, with labored breaths calling out to him. "I told you to keep that ruddy bird in it's cage! Where are you going?"
"OUT!" Harry called out.
"Well don't expect dinner when you get in! I'm not feeding a loiterer!" The man yelled out, but Harry ignored him briskly walking to where the blonde was waiting for him.
"Sorry…" Harry said, a small blush on his face, embarrassed by his uncle's behavior.
Draco shrugged and walked next to Harry, taking in the muggle scenery. "It's hard to imagine you actually live here."
"We all can't live in manors." Harry chuckled, giving a sideways glance at Draco.
"You sure no one's going to recognize us? I mean…if my dad knew I came here today…" Draco looked down, unsure of what else to say.
"Isn't that the beauty of muggles, they have no idea who you are, and don't care to know." Harry put his hand on Draco's back. "It's easier then at school."
Draco walked closer to Harry, enjoying the feeling of the boy's hand on his back. "Yeah… your right. They really are useless, they can't tell what's right in front of them."
Harry took his arm off shaking his head, "You really shouldn't be so spiteful."
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. "How have the holidays been?"
"Alright, but I'd rather be back at Hogwarts." Harry murmured.
"Haven't you got-" Draco stopped himself, of course Harry didn't have any Wizarding family. He would have lived with them by now if he had. "Have you done anything fun over summer?"
"It's been mostly staying in my room, staying quiet and pretending I don't exist." Harry said sarcastically. "Sorry… it's just things at home are never easy."
Draco nodded, "Yeah, I get that too. It's not always easy at my place. Things between my parents could be better."
Harry grabbed Draco's arm, "Come here, it's quicker to go through the park."
Draco laughed, rushing after Harry, his arm pulling out of Harry's grasp until they were linked with just their hands. Harry led them over to a swing set, he sat on one motioning for Draco to join him.
"What…is this?" Draco asked poking at the swing.
"Oh… right. It's a swing, you sit on it, and then." Harry pushed off the ground, the swing swaying him high. "You well. Swing."
Draco sat on the swing, and commanded it "move."
Harry laughed, "You have to move your legs, it's not magic."
Draco flushed, he ran across the ground until he soared up high, yelling out. "What kind of-" He felt himself lurching back as the swing brought him once again closer to the ground. "Contraption is this!"
He jumped off it once he was level with the ground again, glaring at the swing. "I don't trust it." Harry laughed jumping out of the swing, while at his greatest height, soaring in the sky like he was flying once again.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand once more, "Come on, show me this restaurant you say is so good."
Harry laughed, "Did you get your money exchanged for muggle pounds?"
"Yeah, I have three hundred British pounds. Is that enough?" Draco asks, a look of concern on his face.
Harry's eyes went wide, "the-three hundred?"
"Yeah, I have to use it all today, I don't want father to catch me with it." Draco smirked, "I guess we're gonna have loads to do for your birthday."
Harry shook his head, "You can't resist gloating about your money can you, Malfoy?"
They arrived at the restaurant, Harry explaining that it would take time for their food to come out, and that a server would be brining it to them. They caught a cinema, Harry laughing as Draco jumped back at the Imax 3-D graphics. Their day was fun, and for majority of it they forgot they were ever enemies. When the time came for Harry to go back home for the night, Draco dug into his pocket and pulled out his gift.
"You probably already have one," Draco prefaced, "I just saw you seemed to like playing with the Weasel."
Harry looked down at the wrapping tearing it off and seeing a wizards chess set. It was a small box, with the words, "Stand back when opened." across the top. He opened up the case, which levitated between him and Draco, the pieces arranging them selves along the lines. They were carved beautifully, and the quality of magic put into their pieces made them almost seem real.
"Wow Draco… It's… It's amazing." Harry tapped three times on the board, the pieces going back in, the board folding up tight into the small box.
"Oh and here." Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out the money he still had left. "Keep it, won't do me much good."
"It's still almost 100 pounds…" Harry bit his lip, "Um… how about, I'll keep it, and if you come visit again, you'll already have muggle money."
Draco smiled, a blush on his face. "You want me to come by again?"
"Yeah… I've missed having friends around." Harry looked up to his house, "I should go… but I had a lot of fun today."
"Me too." Draco waved, watching Harry return to the house. A twig cracked behind him, and he turned quickly to see a stray dog running down the street.