True Friends
By Craw/Brad
Warnings: This will be H/D in all of its slash-y goodness. If your not into the shounen ai then bye bye. Also, I am sorry to say that I don't have a beta. Last thing is that I am an American, so the speech patterns might be a little off.
Author notes: This is my first attempt at the HP fandom. I hope that this doesn't totally suck. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I have already stated that I am an American, how likely is it that I own Harry Potter? I am only using the books for my own amusement.
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Chapter One
I don't really know how to start the telling of this tale, but as they say, it is best to start at the beginning. So I will, or at least the beginning of this year.
I'll be the first to admit that I never liked Harry Potter. Hell, like most of the school, I thought I hated him. So, it came as a small surprise for me when I found myself sitting alone on the train with the boy who lived. September first seemed to truly be a day of surprises when I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
He had defiantly grown over the summer. I had yet to see him stand, but from the looks of him, I estimated that he was now at least six one. Other changes were also only too evident. No longer was he too skinny, but well defined. What hinted to be wash broad abs could almost be seen through his threadbare shirt. It also appeared that he had forgone cutting his hair this summer. The usual mess of raven locks now fell to his shoulders in, dare I say it, neat waves.
I barely had time to note that he was watching me, as I was him, with almost hungry emerald eyes before he asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"
I just gave the smirk that all Malfoys are infamous for in reply. To be perfectly honest, and now that it is after the fact I find no reason not to be, I had no idea why I was there. At the moment the only thing I wanted was sitting across from me, and I doubt that was the answer he was searching for.
My response, or lack there of, seemed to upset Potter. He was becoming an ever so attractive shade of purple. Come to think of it, he had started to match the shirt I was wearing. "Go away Malfoy." He said through clinched teeth.
"Where is your fan club Potter?" I asked in return. As the points stood, Draco Malfoy: one Harry Potter: zip.
He didn't answer me immediately. The anger seemed to drain from him as if someone had pulled out the plug on the tub that was the golden boy's emotions. He looked almost pale underneath his tan now. "Why do you care?" he asked in a sad, lost tone.
Now this was something new. Harry Potter had always been full of hate or anger toward me since first year. It seemed wrong some how for the wonder boy to sound like this in my presence. I was at a loss for words. I may never have liked him, but I wasn't the bastard I let everyone think I was. Not knowing what to say I turned my attention to the country side flying past the window. After a minute I said in a voice so low that I hardly even heard it, "I'm sorry." Point Potter.
The rest of the trip went quietly. When the witch with the sank cart came by we each got a few chocolate frogs and some every flavored beans. It was rather amusing to see Potter eye me suspiciously as he ordered after me. As if he was shocked that I ate.
Once we got to the school, it was as if we were attached at the hip. I had no desire to talk to my house mates. Many of them would have beaten me when they found that I had turned down the Dark Mark. My father had. I didn't know why Potter didn't go to find his little goody goody friends, but I didn't question it.
A few second years, not to mention most of the student body, had to do a double take. It wasn't every day that you saw Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walking together without so much as a scratch. Honestly it was one of the most amusing walks of my life.
We finally got to the carriages, and yet again it was just the two of us. The ride up to the school was mostly spent in silence, but a conferrable one. As they say, all good things must come to an end, so it was with this quite that had fallen over us. Potter brook the calm to ask "Malfoy?" in a questioning voice.
"Yes Potter?" I asked in an equally searching tone.
"This was nice." he said before turning to look out the window. "I don't feel like fighting with you this year. Could we..." he seemed almost unable to find the words as he let the sentence trail off.
"Proclaim peace?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yeah." He now turned away from the window to look me dead in the eyes. "In the last six years we have wasted so much time and energy on fighting each other. This is our last year of school and I don't feel like doing it all again."
"I agree. I don't want to waist my last year fighting a redundant battle which neither of us are going to win. Neither do I want the only person that poses any challenge to me to leave my life." the last I said in a softer voice then the rest. It's not every day a Malfoy admits that he doesn't want to lose contact with is archenemies.
"So... Friends?" He asked in a doubtful voice. He then held out his hand and it was all I could do to stare at it.
The great Harry Potter had just, unknowingly I'm sure, placed himself in the same stance I had taken on the first day all those years ago. After only a moment's hesitation, I took his hand and said, "Friends."
~TBC~
A/N: I really don't know where I am going with this. I don't usually post anything that I haven't already finished, but I really like this and don't quite know where to take it after what I have written. I hope you liked the first chapter. Do you see that button at the bottom of the page? You do? Good. If you would be so kind as to push it, I would be forever grateful.
~Brad
Warnings: This will be H/D in all of its slash-y goodness. If your not into the shounen ai then bye bye. Also, I am sorry to say that I don't have a beta. Last thing is that I am an American, so the speech patterns might be a little off.
Author notes: This is my first attempt at the HP fandom. I hope that this doesn't totally suck. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I have already stated that I am an American, how likely is it that I own Harry Potter? I am only using the books for my own amusement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~######******^^^^^^******######~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One
I don't really know how to start the telling of this tale, but as they say, it is best to start at the beginning. So I will, or at least the beginning of this year.
I'll be the first to admit that I never liked Harry Potter. Hell, like most of the school, I thought I hated him. So, it came as a small surprise for me when I found myself sitting alone on the train with the boy who lived. September first seemed to truly be a day of surprises when I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
He had defiantly grown over the summer. I had yet to see him stand, but from the looks of him, I estimated that he was now at least six one. Other changes were also only too evident. No longer was he too skinny, but well defined. What hinted to be wash broad abs could almost be seen through his threadbare shirt. It also appeared that he had forgone cutting his hair this summer. The usual mess of raven locks now fell to his shoulders in, dare I say it, neat waves.
I barely had time to note that he was watching me, as I was him, with almost hungry emerald eyes before he asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"
I just gave the smirk that all Malfoys are infamous for in reply. To be perfectly honest, and now that it is after the fact I find no reason not to be, I had no idea why I was there. At the moment the only thing I wanted was sitting across from me, and I doubt that was the answer he was searching for.
My response, or lack there of, seemed to upset Potter. He was becoming an ever so attractive shade of purple. Come to think of it, he had started to match the shirt I was wearing. "Go away Malfoy." He said through clinched teeth.
"Where is your fan club Potter?" I asked in return. As the points stood, Draco Malfoy: one Harry Potter: zip.
He didn't answer me immediately. The anger seemed to drain from him as if someone had pulled out the plug on the tub that was the golden boy's emotions. He looked almost pale underneath his tan now. "Why do you care?" he asked in a sad, lost tone.
Now this was something new. Harry Potter had always been full of hate or anger toward me since first year. It seemed wrong some how for the wonder boy to sound like this in my presence. I was at a loss for words. I may never have liked him, but I wasn't the bastard I let everyone think I was. Not knowing what to say I turned my attention to the country side flying past the window. After a minute I said in a voice so low that I hardly even heard it, "I'm sorry." Point Potter.
The rest of the trip went quietly. When the witch with the sank cart came by we each got a few chocolate frogs and some every flavored beans. It was rather amusing to see Potter eye me suspiciously as he ordered after me. As if he was shocked that I ate.
Once we got to the school, it was as if we were attached at the hip. I had no desire to talk to my house mates. Many of them would have beaten me when they found that I had turned down the Dark Mark. My father had. I didn't know why Potter didn't go to find his little goody goody friends, but I didn't question it.
A few second years, not to mention most of the student body, had to do a double take. It wasn't every day that you saw Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walking together without so much as a scratch. Honestly it was one of the most amusing walks of my life.
We finally got to the carriages, and yet again it was just the two of us. The ride up to the school was mostly spent in silence, but a conferrable one. As they say, all good things must come to an end, so it was with this quite that had fallen over us. Potter brook the calm to ask "Malfoy?" in a questioning voice.
"Yes Potter?" I asked in an equally searching tone.
"This was nice." he said before turning to look out the window. "I don't feel like fighting with you this year. Could we..." he seemed almost unable to find the words as he let the sentence trail off.
"Proclaim peace?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yeah." He now turned away from the window to look me dead in the eyes. "In the last six years we have wasted so much time and energy on fighting each other. This is our last year of school and I don't feel like doing it all again."
"I agree. I don't want to waist my last year fighting a redundant battle which neither of us are going to win. Neither do I want the only person that poses any challenge to me to leave my life." the last I said in a softer voice then the rest. It's not every day a Malfoy admits that he doesn't want to lose contact with is archenemies.
"So... Friends?" He asked in a doubtful voice. He then held out his hand and it was all I could do to stare at it.
The great Harry Potter had just, unknowingly I'm sure, placed himself in the same stance I had taken on the first day all those years ago. After only a moment's hesitation, I took his hand and said, "Friends."
~TBC~
A/N: I really don't know where I am going with this. I don't usually post anything that I haven't already finished, but I really like this and don't quite know where to take it after what I have written. I hope you liked the first chapter. Do you see that button at the bottom of the page? You do? Good. If you would be so kind as to push it, I would be forever grateful.
~Brad
