CHAPTER 2

Harry sat on his bed. He was exhausted from his chores and sore from the multiple beatings he had received already that evening. The moon shone brightly through the bars on his small window and the hall light shone through the chinks around the door and the 'cat-flap', but the room was mostly dark, because Petunia had never allowed him to have a light bulb or a lamp.

The cat-flap rattled and Petunia's hand appeared, holding the end cut-off from a loaf of bread and a small glass of water.

"You are lucky to even be getting that, freak!" Petunia said coldly, from outside the door, "Make it last. That is all you get for the next three days."

Harry groaned quietly, but he muttered pretence of gratitude and got up from the bed to retrieve his 'meal'. The crust was hard and stale and the water was warm, but Harry tipped half of the water into Hedwig's bowl and sipped a tiny bit of the rest. Then he carefully tore the bread in half and then, the halves into threes. One fraction went to Hedwig, who ran her beak loudly across the bars of her cage to show her disgust.

"Deal with it, Wig." Harry remarked irritably, "I am."

~DMHP~

Draco and Lucius apparated at the end of Privet Drive and stood there, in the middle of the road, looking left and right at the meticulous lawns and perfect houses.

Lucius set off down toward number four, but Draco stayed where he was. Lucius began to notice he was alone and turned to his son.

"Come on, Draco! What's wrong?"

"Why are we doing this?" Draco asked fearfully, "Can't I just wait until term begins?"

"Absolutely not." Lucius said, "You are going to go up to Potter's window, climb in and tell him…or show him, how you feel. OK?"

~DMHP~

…a six year old Harry was sitting on the bathroom floor…a bucket of various chemical was on the floor and an old rag was in his hand. Petunia stormed in holding a bottle of some new cleaning agent and she stopped when she saw Harry. "You lazy slime!" She screamed, "Never working. Never doing what you are told! FREAK!" She kicked him, hard, in the ribs and there was a loud snap as at least one fragile bone cracked. Harry began to cry as the pain crashed through him. Petunia tipped some of the liquid into the bucket of chemicals and it began to smoke ominously. "I hope you die, freak." She said sinisterly, as she backed out of the bathroom and locked the door from the outside. In the corner of the bathroom, Harry dropped to his hands and knees to stare at the bucket. A fine grey mist swirled toward the ceiling. As Harry breathed in the fumes, he collapsed and began spitting up. He throat felt like it was on fire. Within minutes it was raw. The gas from the reaction of the chemicals made his eyes water and his ribs stung sharply every time he moved, but Harry was still terrified about not finishing his chores on time. Harry could hear Petunia down stairs, cooing gently to Dudley. She had forgotten about him and she didn't care. Harry scrubbed feverously at the bath tub, whilst all the time, feeling as though he was coughing up his lungs. His vision began to blur and he could hardly breathe…

~DMHP~

Harry woke up, but didn't open his eyes, he just lay there. He hated it when his dreams consisted only of bad memories.

Suddenly Harry became oddly aware that he was not the only person in his room. He knew Hedwig was there, but there was another presence too. Something magical.

"Dobby?" Harry whispered to the Blackness, "Dobby, is that you?" There was a shuffling of feet and to Harry's astonishment a tall, blonde boy stepped into the criss-crossed circle of moonlight. Draco Malfoy.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, MALFOY?" Harry whisper could have been a yell, but he managed to just hiss very loudly.

"I needed to talk to you, Potter." Draco said evenly, wearing his customary smirk.

"Well if it's so you can say mean stuff about anyone I know or bitching about my…handicap, or any sort-" harry began, but Draco cut him off.

"No. No. I wanted to say…well…we've been doing it all wrong. We could be friends you know."

"Malfoy, you can't be serious." Harry said disbelievingly, "we have been enemies since our first year; you hate everyone who is not of a prestigious bloodline and in your opinion, I associate with muggles, mudbloods and blood-traitors. Not to mention, if I touch anyone, they die. Still want to be friends."

"Harry…"

"Harry? What the fuck, Malfoy? You are calling me Harry now? What have you been smoking?"

"Fine. Potter. Yes, I still want to be friends. I only say all that stuff about muggles and shit, because my mum would beat the crap out of me if I didn't act like a stuck up prick and I bet you can touch me without me dying. I'm immortal."

"Malfoy." Harry said, almost grinning with the ridiculousness of it, "you may be a Pure-blood, but you are not immortal."

"Ok, try me." Draco countered, not feeling like explaining. Harry was a little taken aback and didn't speak for a moment.

"Go on Potter. What have you got to lose? You hate me."

"Just because I do not like you, does not mean I am going to kill you." Harry was standing face to face with Draco now and Draco could not help looking harry over. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a thin pair of latex gloves and in the moonlight he looked ridiculously sexy, with an olive hairless chest, black, messy hair framing his head and his glasses, that had been shoved on in the heat of the moment, slightly crooked. Scars riddled Harry's whole body, but Draco only felt anger at the person who had inflicted them.

At that moment Draco was especially glad it was dark, because this was the most of Harry Potter that he had ever seen and his body was having a field day. But Draco was sick of hiding his feeling and his emotions.

"Potter. I am not suicidal and I am not drunk, high or insane. I simply want to be your friend. If you won't test my immortality, then I will." Promptly Draco stepped forward and gently pressed his bare lips on Harry's.

It was like a lightning bolt had struck them. A tremor ran through Draco, but it was the most amazingly erotic feeling he had ever encountered. Sort of like being inside a huge vibrator.

Harry jerked in surprise as Draco's lips, met his. At first it was shock at A) being kissed by his arch nemesis B) being kissed by a guy and C) that Draco didn't die. Then Harry forgot the first two points as the same erotic surge coursed through him and he lost all thought of the strangeness of this sexual contact, but why didn't Draco die.

Draco's lips were warm and soft, he tasted liked nature, he smelled like freshly mown grass and pine leaves. The kiss wasn't even passionate. It was what Harry described later as being a 'really long peck'.

Harry pulled away first, gasping for breath and looked into Draco's eyes. Even in the dark, Harry could see that they were molten silver with lust.

"How are you immortal? How did you not die?" Harry said at last, sitting down on the bed and leaning against the back wall.

"Well that's a relief." Draco said, his smirk returning, "I expected you to slap me, bash the shit out of me, yell for help, charge me for sexual assault and call me an insane, motherfucking, creep freak. Instead you sit down and ask why I am alive."

"I will probably do all of those things later." Said Harry firmly, knowing he sounded lame and unresolved. The huge, quivering tent in his boxers did not help his case. "But first, answer my questions."

"Ok." Said Draco, sitting down on Harry's desk chair. "I am one on the last Immortal Wolves, an ancient race of wolverine shape-shifters. I can't die. Ever. It's kind of shit. But, I know it sounds corny but I have always wanted to be your friend."

"Clearly, more than a friend." Harry grinned. Draco blushed and lowered is eyes.

"Well yeah…ok…that's true, but it's entirely your choice if it becomes more than a friendship." He said and Harry smiled, "I mean you…you…" Draco flicked his eyes to Harry's straining groins. "But it's still up to you."

"Malf…Draco," Harry said, smiling. He pointed to his crotch, "take his opinion as mine in this case. But come here and I'll prove that I mean it."

There was no hesitation in Draco's actions as he got up from the chair and crawled over too Harry, who leaned forward to meet him. Their lips met again and the electric shock was just as powerful as before. Suddenly the passion was blazing and the two boys were fighting for control. Draco's breath became Harry's and Harry's became Draco's. Their tongues played a sensual game of wrestling and their lips crushed one another's.

This time it was Draco who reluctantly broke the kiss. He took Harry's latex covered hands in his and began to peel one off. When Harry did not resist Draco peeled the other off too and kissed each off Harry's pale fingers.

"Harry…I know this seems a little early in our relationship…but would you like to come and live with me? My dad is waiting outside and he said that that would be cool. But I think you are unhappy with these muggles and I would be happy to take you home. Please say yes."

Harry felt a great soar in his already high spirits, he was off the bed in an instant and he threw his few belongings into his school trunk, while Draco went to the window. A few moments later, Lucius climbed through, checked his hair thoroughly and then greeted Harry.

"Hi Harry, ready to be wizardnapped?" Lucius joked as he surveyed the room, "This is a bit of an odd place."

"Hello sir, umm…it's really kind of you to say I can stay with you…" harry said, trying hopelessly to hide his swollen nether regions. Lucius smirked all out 'Malfoy style'.

"Please, Harry, call me Lucius and don't hide yourself, my whole house is just one big sex party, when Narcissa is away, which is most of the time, so I am used to it. Besides your passion is for my son, nothing could make me happier; I see he is just a happy about you too!" Lucius grabbed Draco's cock through his robes and Draco playfully batted his father's hand away.

It was a joke and Harry although shocked at first, saw it wasn't serious and realised that he was definitely going to enjoy his time at the Malfoy's.