Chapter Four
Knock…knock…knock… "Go away!" Harry moaned burying his face in the pillow. He wanted everything that happened yesterday to disappear. After getting around to convincing the less rational, morning part of his brain that today was actually the day he would be going to Hermione's, the knocking grew louder.
"Harry, are you up?" Hermione yelled through the door.
"Go away," he repeated rolling over.
"You better not be naked, 'cuz I'm coming in now!" she cried throwing the door dramatically open and covering her eyes. "You dressed?"
"Yeah… did everything that happened yesterday really happen?" Hermione smiled sadly, moved over to the bed, and rested her hand on his cheek.
"'Fraid so Harry."
"Nuh uh, you're lying!"
"Oh poor baby… but no. Not Kidding, sorry babe." She patted him on the cheek and rose from the bed. "Now get a move on, breakfast's ready."
"Please Hermione…can I miss? Tell them I sick?" he pleaded.
"Um, I suppose…alright then," she smiled slightly and left.
As soon as she left, Harry pulled out the portable CD player and a couple CDs he had bought with Dudley. Sighing slightly he popped in ICP's Ringmaster, tugged on some headphones, and turned it up full blast. While he listened to the disturbing music he pulled out a scrap of parchment and a quill.
1 Forever our eyes locking across the hall
Breaking through differences, known by all
Everyone expects us to show bitter hate,
Why is this our twisted fate?
Millions of fights tear us further away,
Our own thoughts and desires left out of the fray.
Age-old tradition, we have tossed out
A line never broken now parts with a pout.
In my gloomy days, there's always a silver lining.
It is to see your eyes, bright and shining.
Green meets gray, black meets blond hair
My skin so tan, your skin so fair
You stole my heart I took your soul
Was this my life's only true goal?
Here I stand, I'll wait for a while
Waiting for the day when I see your beautiful smile.
"Wow…that sucks," he grumbled looking down at the poem with distaste. "I want Draco back," he added moodily.
***********
Pansy sighed and closed Draco's door shut. He was still sleeping, which wasn't a surprise as after the whole 'Harry Incident' he had drank himself silly into the wee hours of the night. As she hopped down the steps her aunt's voice snapped, "What did Daisy tell you Pansy?"
Before facing her aunt, Pansy straightened her clothes and pat her hair to make sure she looked perfect." I'm sorry Auntie Celesta, but my friends and I were really in the mood for some clubbing," she said earnestly, leaving out the fact that she had socked a girl in the eye.
"I know dear, you're a teenager and you have um, urges, but this was planned. So today, you have to stay in and get at least some homework done." Her aunt patted her hand and moved off to help the elves cook breakfast, one of her favorite things to do.
"Damn it," she muttered kicking the floor. "Ouch that hurt!" she yelled.
After eating a breakfast and waved off her friends when they told her they would stay to help, she finally got down to some homework. "Yuck, potions, I need Draco to help me with this shit," she mumbled before tossing her book aside. "Charms… okay, essay on the elements that make up levitating charms? What the hell?" Unfortunately, Pansy had a very bad habit of excessive swearing while doing homework.
"Mmm kay, moving on… oh here we go History of Magic. WWR (Wizarding Women Rights) group, alright I'm good at this!" Enthusiastically sucking on her Quick Quotes Quill and putting it on a parchment, Pansy began to work.
"WWN first started in 1654 to gain ministry voting rights. Since then it has also fought over strict same sex classes, Quidditch positions, and many other important topics." A wide grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's grin overtook her face as she whispered a few words and her essay began to write itself.
Just as the quill had moved to the conclusion, someone knocked at the door. She pulled it open to reveal a sheepish looking Harry Potter.
"Um hi Pansy, is Draco here?"
"Yes," she answered, but not letting him through.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes." Pansy still stood in the doorway with her arms folded despite her answer.
"Okay then, well?" he was clearly very uncomfortable as he kept on fidgeting and refusing to make eye contact.
"Why do you want to see him?" she asked looking at him suspiciously.
"I wanted to say sorry and talk." Her expression brightened and she moved aside and proceeded to usher him upstairs. Smiling his thanks, he pulled Draco's door shut behind him. He was still asleep.
"Oh he's asleep," he said moving over to kneel by the bed. It gave him a chance to actually study him without being caught by anyone. For fifteen as of April 10th, he was small for his age. At 5'7 he was probably one of the shorter boys of the grade, but his arrogance covered any short remarks. He was a very light shade of peach, almost white, had a slim waist, slightly muscled arms, and wispy hair. Smiling slightly, Harry ran his fingers through the hair, surprised at how soft it was.
"So Draco, I came her to apologize, even if you are asleep." Unbeknownst to him though, Draco wasn't asleep. Only pretending. "So anyways, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry for letting that girl just walk off with me. I should have told her I was there with you and only you… but I really didn't want to hurt her feelings Draco. I dunno I just end up feeling really miserable when I hurt someone. But I'm really sorry anyways, it'll never happen again." He smiled nervously as if expecting for Draco to wake up and tell him it was all right. "I love you Draco… I'm going to now so bye." Harry got up and moved towards the door as an amused voice called out to him.
"It's alright Harry, that was really nice of you." A beaming Draco Malfoy rose gracefully out of his bed and hugged Harry around the waist. "You're very sweet ya know? Not good with words but very sweet."
"You! You… you were up? The whole time!" he sputtered turning around so that he was only inches away from Draco.
"Uh huh." He slowly traced his hands up and down Harry's sides making him squirm slightly.
"That tickles!" he giggled.
"Well now you aren't angry, so it's all good," Draco chuckled.
"You did that on purpose!" Harry yelled pulling away in mock anger.
"Shit! Harry, I'm really sorry I should've just said I was up and oh… crap I screwed up!" he wailed with a hysterical note in his voice. "Don't get mad please don't get mad Harry!"
"I'm not mad," he said softly and pat Draco's head. "I'm relived okay?"
"Gah you're such an arse!" it was Draco's turn to act mad and he was doing a very good imitation of it. "You let me fly off into a tizzy and all you can say is that you're relieved? Honestly Harry!"
"I could make it all better," Harry commented in a sultry voice. "Will you let me make it all better Draco?"
"That would be- oomph!" Harry tackled Draco to the floor and began smothering him with kisses. "What the… ooh that's nice."
"Stop it, stop it!" Pansy shrieked stomping into the room. She observed them, a tangle of limbs on the floor, with pursed lips. "So are you two made up?"
"Yes," Harry squeaked.
"Good. Now, I need help with my homework so get your nice arses downstairs and help me." She turned on her heel and left, clearly expecting them to follow. And they did. No one tested the temper of Pansy Parkinson. It was a rule.
"Potions," she barked as they ambled down the stairs with their arms around each other's waists.
"What's up then Pansy? Did you start today?" Draco asked casually while scanning her homework.
"Oh shut up."
"Seriously, did you? Because I was reading this book and there was this useful group of charms…"
"Um," Harry began embarrassed.
"Shut up Draco, you're hurting Harry's virgin ears again," she giggled, the whole bad mood broken up.
"Well I'm tired of it! His ears aren't going to be so virgin-like when I get through with him," Draco said with a wicked smile on his face. Harry turned a brilliant shade of red and ducked to hide his head behind a chair.
"Oooh he's blushing Draco!" Pansy squealed prodding him in the ribs.
Noticing Harry's now very embarrassed face Draco said loudly, "Alright then, down to potions." He began explaining everything to Pansy while Harry amused himself by watching the salt-water aquarium in the corner.
He was watching the movements of a particularly big fish whose name he had no clue of, when Draco interrupted him. "Harry, do you know what polyjuice potion is?"
Harry choked before saying in a strangled sort of voice, "Ah yes, I do."
"Really? Well do you know what drinking one feels like? You know, has Hermione read anything about it and jabbered on about it to you? Because, Pansy's homework is on affects of the polyjuice potion."
"Oh! Well yes she said that in a book it said that it felt like your skin was burning off of you and… other stuff I suppose. Sorry but I don't really remember what it… I mean what she said it feels like." He shifted from foot to foot at the now scrutinizing look Draco was giving him.
"Are you not telling me something Harry Potter? Are you keeping secrets?"
"N-no of course not," he stuttered looking down at his feet. Draco slinked over to him and brought his mouth tantalizingly close to Harry's ear.
"Are you sure?" he nibbled lightly on his earlobe slowly.
"Yes," he squeaked, squirming slightly.
"Absolutely sure?" the boy's attention drifted further down and he was now sucking on Harry's lower lip.
"Okay okay, just stop it. I'll tell you okay?" Draco pulled away and looked at him with an expecting look on his face. "In second year Ron and I, well Hermione too but that didn't work out, took a polyjuice potion and went into the Slytherin common room as Crabbe and Goyle." He paused at the shocked look Draco was wearing and managed to stammer out, "We wanted to see if you were the heir or not."
"Wow Harry you're smarter then I thought you were," was the only thing he said.
Harry didn't know what to make of the statement so he sat down nervously at the end of the couch. "Draco?" he said hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Draco looked up from the potions book he was currently poring over.
"Are you mad at me again?"
"Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yes Harry!" he said a bit aspirated. "I said that I thought you were smart didn't I?"
"Oh. Well alright then." He grinned charmingly and went back to leering at the fish. Today was a boring day. I mean really, staying at a friend's house with your perfectly snoggible boyfriend just sitting around doing homework was not exactly the day he thought it would be. So after giving the fish a last wink he turned to look at Draco, who was still looking at the stupid potions book. "I'm going alright?"
Draco grunted.
"Well okay then…bye Pansy. Bye Draco love you."
"Yep…love you too Harry," he only looked up for the briefest seconds to give him a tiny smile.
"Bugger and boogers."
AN: Yes this chapter is very pointless, but in a two chapters they will be in Diagon Alley. Next chapter will be Draco's rant in which we will write in first person and delve into Draco's relationship with his father and Voldemort. No, this will not be a My Father Beats Me Everyday!Draco.
Knock…knock…knock… "Go away!" Harry moaned burying his face in the pillow. He wanted everything that happened yesterday to disappear. After getting around to convincing the less rational, morning part of his brain that today was actually the day he would be going to Hermione's, the knocking grew louder.
"Harry, are you up?" Hermione yelled through the door.
"Go away," he repeated rolling over.
"You better not be naked, 'cuz I'm coming in now!" she cried throwing the door dramatically open and covering her eyes. "You dressed?"
"Yeah… did everything that happened yesterday really happen?" Hermione smiled sadly, moved over to the bed, and rested her hand on his cheek.
"'Fraid so Harry."
"Nuh uh, you're lying!"
"Oh poor baby… but no. Not Kidding, sorry babe." She patted him on the cheek and rose from the bed. "Now get a move on, breakfast's ready."
"Please Hermione…can I miss? Tell them I sick?" he pleaded.
"Um, I suppose…alright then," she smiled slightly and left.
As soon as she left, Harry pulled out the portable CD player and a couple CDs he had bought with Dudley. Sighing slightly he popped in ICP's Ringmaster, tugged on some headphones, and turned it up full blast. While he listened to the disturbing music he pulled out a scrap of parchment and a quill.
1 Forever our eyes locking across the hall
Breaking through differences, known by all
Everyone expects us to show bitter hate,
Why is this our twisted fate?
Millions of fights tear us further away,
Our own thoughts and desires left out of the fray.
Age-old tradition, we have tossed out
A line never broken now parts with a pout.
In my gloomy days, there's always a silver lining.
It is to see your eyes, bright and shining.
Green meets gray, black meets blond hair
My skin so tan, your skin so fair
You stole my heart I took your soul
Was this my life's only true goal?
Here I stand, I'll wait for a while
Waiting for the day when I see your beautiful smile.
"Wow…that sucks," he grumbled looking down at the poem with distaste. "I want Draco back," he added moodily.
***********
Pansy sighed and closed Draco's door shut. He was still sleeping, which wasn't a surprise as after the whole 'Harry Incident' he had drank himself silly into the wee hours of the night. As she hopped down the steps her aunt's voice snapped, "What did Daisy tell you Pansy?"
Before facing her aunt, Pansy straightened her clothes and pat her hair to make sure she looked perfect." I'm sorry Auntie Celesta, but my friends and I were really in the mood for some clubbing," she said earnestly, leaving out the fact that she had socked a girl in the eye.
"I know dear, you're a teenager and you have um, urges, but this was planned. So today, you have to stay in and get at least some homework done." Her aunt patted her hand and moved off to help the elves cook breakfast, one of her favorite things to do.
"Damn it," she muttered kicking the floor. "Ouch that hurt!" she yelled.
After eating a breakfast and waved off her friends when they told her they would stay to help, she finally got down to some homework. "Yuck, potions, I need Draco to help me with this shit," she mumbled before tossing her book aside. "Charms… okay, essay on the elements that make up levitating charms? What the hell?" Unfortunately, Pansy had a very bad habit of excessive swearing while doing homework.
"Mmm kay, moving on… oh here we go History of Magic. WWR (Wizarding Women Rights) group, alright I'm good at this!" Enthusiastically sucking on her Quick Quotes Quill and putting it on a parchment, Pansy began to work.
"WWN first started in 1654 to gain ministry voting rights. Since then it has also fought over strict same sex classes, Quidditch positions, and many other important topics." A wide grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's grin overtook her face as she whispered a few words and her essay began to write itself.
Just as the quill had moved to the conclusion, someone knocked at the door. She pulled it open to reveal a sheepish looking Harry Potter.
"Um hi Pansy, is Draco here?"
"Yes," she answered, but not letting him through.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes." Pansy still stood in the doorway with her arms folded despite her answer.
"Okay then, well?" he was clearly very uncomfortable as he kept on fidgeting and refusing to make eye contact.
"Why do you want to see him?" she asked looking at him suspiciously.
"I wanted to say sorry and talk." Her expression brightened and she moved aside and proceeded to usher him upstairs. Smiling his thanks, he pulled Draco's door shut behind him. He was still asleep.
"Oh he's asleep," he said moving over to kneel by the bed. It gave him a chance to actually study him without being caught by anyone. For fifteen as of April 10th, he was small for his age. At 5'7 he was probably one of the shorter boys of the grade, but his arrogance covered any short remarks. He was a very light shade of peach, almost white, had a slim waist, slightly muscled arms, and wispy hair. Smiling slightly, Harry ran his fingers through the hair, surprised at how soft it was.
"So Draco, I came her to apologize, even if you are asleep." Unbeknownst to him though, Draco wasn't asleep. Only pretending. "So anyways, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry for letting that girl just walk off with me. I should have told her I was there with you and only you… but I really didn't want to hurt her feelings Draco. I dunno I just end up feeling really miserable when I hurt someone. But I'm really sorry anyways, it'll never happen again." He smiled nervously as if expecting for Draco to wake up and tell him it was all right. "I love you Draco… I'm going to now so bye." Harry got up and moved towards the door as an amused voice called out to him.
"It's alright Harry, that was really nice of you." A beaming Draco Malfoy rose gracefully out of his bed and hugged Harry around the waist. "You're very sweet ya know? Not good with words but very sweet."
"You! You… you were up? The whole time!" he sputtered turning around so that he was only inches away from Draco.
"Uh huh." He slowly traced his hands up and down Harry's sides making him squirm slightly.
"That tickles!" he giggled.
"Well now you aren't angry, so it's all good," Draco chuckled.
"You did that on purpose!" Harry yelled pulling away in mock anger.
"Shit! Harry, I'm really sorry I should've just said I was up and oh… crap I screwed up!" he wailed with a hysterical note in his voice. "Don't get mad please don't get mad Harry!"
"I'm not mad," he said softly and pat Draco's head. "I'm relived okay?"
"Gah you're such an arse!" it was Draco's turn to act mad and he was doing a very good imitation of it. "You let me fly off into a tizzy and all you can say is that you're relieved? Honestly Harry!"
"I could make it all better," Harry commented in a sultry voice. "Will you let me make it all better Draco?"
"That would be- oomph!" Harry tackled Draco to the floor and began smothering him with kisses. "What the… ooh that's nice."
"Stop it, stop it!" Pansy shrieked stomping into the room. She observed them, a tangle of limbs on the floor, with pursed lips. "So are you two made up?"
"Yes," Harry squeaked.
"Good. Now, I need help with my homework so get your nice arses downstairs and help me." She turned on her heel and left, clearly expecting them to follow. And they did. No one tested the temper of Pansy Parkinson. It was a rule.
"Potions," she barked as they ambled down the stairs with their arms around each other's waists.
"What's up then Pansy? Did you start today?" Draco asked casually while scanning her homework.
"Oh shut up."
"Seriously, did you? Because I was reading this book and there was this useful group of charms…"
"Um," Harry began embarrassed.
"Shut up Draco, you're hurting Harry's virgin ears again," she giggled, the whole bad mood broken up.
"Well I'm tired of it! His ears aren't going to be so virgin-like when I get through with him," Draco said with a wicked smile on his face. Harry turned a brilliant shade of red and ducked to hide his head behind a chair.
"Oooh he's blushing Draco!" Pansy squealed prodding him in the ribs.
Noticing Harry's now very embarrassed face Draco said loudly, "Alright then, down to potions." He began explaining everything to Pansy while Harry amused himself by watching the salt-water aquarium in the corner.
He was watching the movements of a particularly big fish whose name he had no clue of, when Draco interrupted him. "Harry, do you know what polyjuice potion is?"
Harry choked before saying in a strangled sort of voice, "Ah yes, I do."
"Really? Well do you know what drinking one feels like? You know, has Hermione read anything about it and jabbered on about it to you? Because, Pansy's homework is on affects of the polyjuice potion."
"Oh! Well yes she said that in a book it said that it felt like your skin was burning off of you and… other stuff I suppose. Sorry but I don't really remember what it… I mean what she said it feels like." He shifted from foot to foot at the now scrutinizing look Draco was giving him.
"Are you not telling me something Harry Potter? Are you keeping secrets?"
"N-no of course not," he stuttered looking down at his feet. Draco slinked over to him and brought his mouth tantalizingly close to Harry's ear.
"Are you sure?" he nibbled lightly on his earlobe slowly.
"Yes," he squeaked, squirming slightly.
"Absolutely sure?" the boy's attention drifted further down and he was now sucking on Harry's lower lip.
"Okay okay, just stop it. I'll tell you okay?" Draco pulled away and looked at him with an expecting look on his face. "In second year Ron and I, well Hermione too but that didn't work out, took a polyjuice potion and went into the Slytherin common room as Crabbe and Goyle." He paused at the shocked look Draco was wearing and managed to stammer out, "We wanted to see if you were the heir or not."
"Wow Harry you're smarter then I thought you were," was the only thing he said.
Harry didn't know what to make of the statement so he sat down nervously at the end of the couch. "Draco?" he said hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Draco looked up from the potions book he was currently poring over.
"Are you mad at me again?"
"Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yes Harry!" he said a bit aspirated. "I said that I thought you were smart didn't I?"
"Oh. Well alright then." He grinned charmingly and went back to leering at the fish. Today was a boring day. I mean really, staying at a friend's house with your perfectly snoggible boyfriend just sitting around doing homework was not exactly the day he thought it would be. So after giving the fish a last wink he turned to look at Draco, who was still looking at the stupid potions book. "I'm going alright?"
Draco grunted.
"Well okay then…bye Pansy. Bye Draco love you."
"Yep…love you too Harry," he only looked up for the briefest seconds to give him a tiny smile.
"Bugger and boogers."
AN: Yes this chapter is very pointless, but in a two chapters they will be in Diagon Alley. Next chapter will be Draco's rant in which we will write in first person and delve into Draco's relationship with his father and Voldemort. No, this will not be a My Father Beats Me Everyday!Draco.