BG: HI! Well it's a new chapter.
The warnings:
Warning: This fanfic contains slash…not "M" rated but still…
My pairings:
Pairings: HarryDraco, SeamusBlaise, RonHermione and maybe some others will arrive later.
I might consider a disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I do not own the inviting world of Harry Potter, no matter how many times I day-dream and tell myself I do, it belongs to the incredible J.K. Rowling; I compliment her work time and time again. (Bows).
Review replies for those wonderful few:
GoddessMoonLady- hee, hee, yes I totally agree.
Crazy 'bout Remmy- Good idea! But unfortunately I won't be using it… (Hands cookie)
Elektra107- That's okay!
Salior-Moon- Hmmm, I'm not sure there is an actual plot XD. BTW (gives super big cookie) YOU'RE A WINNER! (Streamers fall from god knows where) congratulations, how do you feel?
BlackOwl89006- Unfortunately I won't be using your idea, not that I don't think it's good! I'm glad you like me work! (Hands cookie)
Yay! Thankies to each and every one of you! And special Thankies to my beta Cithara!
And a couple of notes for this chapter:
Notes: Well, first of all I'm sorry this chapter took so longbut I've been putting all my creativity into drawing lately…secondly, I've decided to pick bits out of the actually HP series and ignore other bits. Unfortunately…I seemed to have killed Sirius off, and I'm very sorry…maybe I'll make Harry find a way to bring him back…thirdly, all the ideas you guys have given me have been taken into account and you all get a cookie…but the extra big and scrumptious cookie goes to: (drum roll please)
Salior-Moon!
Yes…I liked your idea and therefore am going to use it…hoorah! This means however that Harry has only turned to dissaperate…he hasn't quite gone yet…So read on my stout fellows and fellowesses!
I know…I'm weird…
101 Ways to be An Angel
The boy-who-knocked-himself-unconscious.
As Harry turned to leave he couldn't risk glancing back in the direction Draco had disappeared. He was finding it hard to comprehend his feelings right now and he had spent the day on auto-pilot. Oh the many times he had spent that day, aching to throw a scathing retort at Draco or an acid barb…just because it felt normal to him, but found himself unable to…every time the blond had looked his way he had smiled rather than glare as he so wished to, every time Draco had complemented him he had grinned happily and replied in a joking way rather than laugh rudely and turn away.
Why?
Was it to do with Draco saving his life, or had Draco put a curse on him? That would be just like the Slytherin boy…
But didn't Slytherins watch and laugh as Harry died rather than save him and come out totally unscathed apart from having nothing left to their names.
So many questions…
Maybe Draco was just being nice to trick him, maybe this was all a scam to hand him over to Voldemort…or maybe it wasn't, maybe Draco really had had a change of heart…in a few seconds though? Not likely…even Harry wouldn't have done something like tha-
Harry's train of thought stopped suddenly…halted by the connection of a lamppost and Harry's unsuspecting head.
Draco watched the figure of Harry from the window in his room in the leaky cauldron; he couldn't see clearly what Harry was doing through the rain that was blurring the glass pane, but it looked suspiciously like he was walking in the wrong direction.
He let out a small laugh, that was typical Harry and typical Gryffindor too…not a clue at all, daydreamers with their heads in the clouds, you could kick them and they'd just fall over…
Wait that was Hufflepuffs…
Well, it didn't matter anyway. Draco continued watching the blurred shape and shifted his position to keep up with it as it left his line of vision.
He supposed that he shouldn't really be insulting Harry, being as he was the person he was currently trying to befriend.
Yes you heard right…the striking Draco Malfoy sucking up to scar-head Potter.
What a tragedy…but Harry was the only one who could help him…well it was either Harry or Dumbledore…
Scars over wrinkles.
Well, scars are a lot sexier…
Potter it is then. His aim was to knock Potter and Granger down with his amazing charm, befriend them…get them to persuade the Weasel and the rest of the wizarding population that he was good, innocent and incredibly gorgeous. Then bob's your uncle…he was in with the good guys and being protected from big bad uglies like snake face and his rock head minions.
Maybe he could be a spy…
That sounded really good.
Draco conjured a mental image of him as spy rolling about, diving behind tables, kidnapping death eaters, speaking in code and slipping drugs into their lemon tea…
Well maybe the last part was a bit far fetched but it still sounded fun! Urgh, and now he was being incredibly immature…
Draco jumped as the figure of Harry Potter suddenly walked into a long thin object and slumped to the ground.
What kind of heroic trick was that?
"I guess I'd better check that the savior of the world hasn't cracked his skull open or broken his glasses." Draco muttered, donning a thick cloak and heading to the door.
Harry blinked stupidly, he was surrounded by a very bright light and it hurt like hell to look at it...but why he in bright light?
"ARGH, I'm dead!" He yelped. A chuckle came from behind his and he whipped around in shock. There stood Draco Malfoy, the white light making his skin glow in an ethereal way.
"You're not dead you ass." Draco said in a soft voice. Harry blinked again. Soft? He suddenly realized that he was trapped inside the same cage of light Draco had created when he had saved him and looked around himself to prove his theory, cage of light? Check! Screams? Not there…
So this was a dream then, ah…that was more like it. Harry looked back up at Draco and noted that he was dressed in a white shirt with white trousers and a white robe. What was that all about? He pushed the question away and decided that he might as well participate in the dream somehow.
"What are you doing here? What's going on?" He said stroking the air a few centimeters away from the edge of the light wall.
"I don't know Potter, you tell me," The dream Draco said, smirking and crossing his arms. Harry found himself thinking how much like an angel Draco looked, his white, gold hair fluttering in a breeze that Harry couldn't locate.
Suddenly it clicked, they were in the same pool of light that Draco had saved him in, and Draco was currently, in his mind an angelic figure…so his subconscious mind had decided Draco Malfoy was his guardian angel? 'Wait till I tell the real one,' Harry thought laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. "Potter…" Malfoy suddenly said, no longer using the same soft voice.
"Yes," Harry said, still thinking deeply.
"Potter."
"Mmmm hmmm," Harry replied again.
"Potter!" Harry glared at the form of Draco in annoyance.
"What? I'm listening!" He snapped.
"Potter, for Christ's sake open your god damn green eyes!" Harry was shocked to see that the angelic form of Draco hadn't opened his mouth.
"Huh?" He said, Draco grinned.
"He's calling to you; you might want to wake up now," He whispered and taking a few steps forward he pushed Harry out of the dome of light.
Draco was beginning to get annoyed. Here he was, sitting in the rain on the dirty pathway, holding Harry-sodding-Potter's head in his lap and the half-wit didn't even have the good grace to wake up.
"Potter, you'd better not die on me because I refuse to pay for your funeral," He snapped, tapping the boy on the forehead, a stream of incoherent muttering suddenly burst forth from Harry's lips and his eyes fluttered open. A woman standing behind Draco sighed in relief and walked off, swinging her bags full of shopping. Draco stared after her, they expect this boy to save them and they treat him like this?
"Urf…huh?" Harry mumbled, and stared at Draco in what could only be classed in comical behavior.
"No, my name's Draco Malfoy," Draco said grinning, his expression turned to shock however when Harry reached up and stroked his cheek.
"Hmm, yep…guardian angel alright," he said.
"Definite concussion," A man muttered and Draco threw him a glare.
"If you're not going to be helpful then go away," He snapped at the crowd gathering around him and Harry. "Although it could be concussion," he agreed turning back to Harry. "What colour are my eyes?"
"Um, silver."
"He's perfectly fine then," Draco said cheerfully and began to get up, helping Harry to get unsteadily to his feet.
"Nah I'd say they were more grey," a young girl added unhelpfully.
"Shut up," Harry growled and Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe he is concussed," he said and let go of Harry who glared in an unfocused way at the petrified onlookers. The Slytherin boy couldn't see what they were so frightened of though. "Come on Potter, I'll take you home, you're obviously a danger to yourself…where do you live?"
"Number...six…no ten, uh, wait four Privet drive…Little Whinging. I, I think," The boy-who-lived muttered thickly. Draco sighed.
"Well it's better to give it a try," he said and dissaperated them away from the confused stares of the infuriating pedestrians.
BG: Um, not very long but I'm starting get tired and want to update as soon as possible…sorry.
So…what should happen next?
I happily await your reviews!