BG: Hello, hello! Another day another update…
And now for 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).
For the reviewers:
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ThePrincessofDarkness- yeah, you can change him as much as you want but he'd still be arogant and obnoxious lol.
Remi- good oh!
Crazy bout Remmy-Okay okay! I've updated! XD...(Draco: O.O steadily turning blue!)
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Thank you toyou all, and to those whom it may concern, I update when ever I feel the creative urges! Lol...
A couple of notes for this chapter…
Notes: This chapter doesn't really have any notes…apart from...I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW HP FILM!
Ahem, read on...
101 Ways to be an Angel
Beautiful Brutality.
Harry sat on the sofa in the living room, smiling smugly at Draco, who was glaring at the mobile phone in his hands.
"I told you that you wouldn't get it," he said with laughter in his voice. Draco scowled.
"It's not that I don't get it, it's that it's being awkward on purpose!" he snapped and violently jabbed at the tiny buttons on the flip phone's key-pad.
Three days had passed and Harry had been very surprised at how well Draco had progressed. He had covered all the electrical appliances in the kitchen, the television, Dudley's computer and old games consoles. They had moved on to phones and Draco had enjoyed having a long argument with the talking clock on the landline, but now that Harry had given him a mobile phone to play with, things had gone belly side up.
He had so far managed to drop the phone three times (whether on purpose or not Harry couldn't tell), set its language to Japanese and ring an old lady who had complained quite verbally to an angry Draco. But Harry wasn't annoyed in the slightest way, he was grinning ear to ear at the prospect of winning the bet and lording over the arrogant blond for an entire day.
Draco closed the mobile and opened it again hoping to have stopped the terrible noises that were erupting from it. He was sure Harry was being unhelpful on purpose and this made him determined to work out how to fix it on his own.
He had been more than happy to accept the bet, mainly because it offered him a kind of escape from constantly reliving his past. But he knew he'd have to go back to the manor soon to rescue his mother before school began. The blond had tried to ignore the dejection that was engulfing him and had kept a cheerful, unconcerned appearance so that Harry wouldn't realize what was going on in his head and try to help in his unhelpful way.
Draco cheered as the din created by the piece of plastic in his hand suddenly stopped and the screen went blank.
"See, I told you I knew what I was doing!"
"Did you send the tester message to Hermione?"
"Um, ah…well you see I was getting round to that, one moment." Draco muttered and began rapidly pressing buttons. The screen lit up again and he grinned. Discreetly he put his hand into his robe pocket and curled his fingers around his wand. Flicking it gently he whispered an incantation and the mobile made an odd chiming noise. "See Potter, I can do it!" He held out the mobile to Harry whose eyes widened as he saw the words "message sent" in a box on its screen.
"Well, I guess you have sort of got the basics…" He said and got up to make himself a snack. Draco nodded to himself, a delighted grin plastered across his features. Potter was so dumb and naïve, this bet was in the bag and Harry might as well start preparing for a long 24 hours!
If his life was going to keep making a downward slope, the least he could do was win this bet.
Narcissa curled up into a ball as she read a large book in her son's private library. The had come here for two reasons; to get away from the man who claimed to be her loving husband and to research something without his knowing.
She turned the page hastily as her mind raced with excitement and fear. She wasn't going to wait for her son to finish his father off, she was going to do herself…but first she needed to break down the protection spells he had upon himself. The book she was cradling was her key and she was going to use it to unlock her beloved freedom. She ran her finger down a list, the excitement within her growing like ivy around her heart and mind, making her breath quicken with anticipation. This was the page that she needed; these were the spells that she craved.
Narcissa tore the page out and replaced the book to its original spot, exiting the library quickly. She replaced the spells protecting it and left the manor in favor of her small hiding place in an alcove of honeysuckle plants that she was sure Lucius didn't know about.
"Now then, which one of you amazing spells should I learn first?" She muttered to the silent page and ran her finger slowly down it again, Lucius wouldn't know what had hit him.
Draco sat in the garden watching the three Dursley ferrets scamper about with contempt. He found the small creatures annoying and had been sorely tempted to kick the one Harry called Dudley several times. He had come outside to think, to plan the rescue mission he had been putting on hold for too long. He looked down at the mobile phone that he was still clutching; maybe he should ask for Potter's help after all, he couldn't let pride and a grudge get in the way of his own mother's life! Potter would understand and Draco knew that he would want to help.
He just didn't want to ask such an ego shattering question: 'could you help me rescue my mother from the evil clutches of my monster father? As I'm too weak and pathetic to do so myself woe is me…' A nasty mocking voice in his head sang, it sounded rather like his father and he clenched his fist.
Draco was going to pay his father back for all the things he'd done to him and his mother with interest.
Oh yes, Lucius was going to pay.
Harry watched Draco's form from the kitchen window. He could tell that there was something weighing on the blond's mind, something that he was hiding…but Harry wasn't going to pry, everyone needed their secrets, no…he wouldn't pry, but he was still concerned.
Harry knew it was something to do with his father, call it a hunch, a lucky guess, and this made his concern grow. He knew Draco wasn't sleeping properly at night, he could hear the anguished mutterings of a troubled soul drifting through the walls of the rooms.
Harry sighed as Draco stood up and kicked a twig at Aunt Petunia. It wasn't healthy to suppress all your emotions and worries inside as Harry knew from personal experience. His eyes followed the progress of the Slytherin's form as it walked back in through the back door. He'd at least make sure he could help him in any way possible.
After all, that was what everyone else expected of him, to save them all and take care of their every trouble...because face it, he was the boy-who-lived…
"Do you trust me Potter?" Draco question sharply as he entered the kitchen, Harry turned away from the kitchen window to look at him.
"It depends upon what it's for," Harry said warily.
"I'd like you to help me rescue my mother from Malfoy Manor," Draco hesitantly said.
A slight frown spread across Harry's features, and Draco nodded. "It's okay if you don't want to, I'd just like some back-up," 'to protect me from my father' the voice cackled and Draco mentally pushed it out of the way. The Gryffindor seemed to have retreated into his own mind to consider the request and Draco stood in silence, praying that Harry would give a positive answer.
'It's all a trap,' Harry thought angrily. 'All of this has been a ruse to gain my trust…now all Malfoy has to do is take me to Malfoy Mansion where Voldemort has been hiding out and sell me for two galleons and a gold medal!'
'Stop it!' a small voice in his head said. Malfoy hasn't done anything wrong at all during the past few days, you can't just accuse him of something like that without any second thoughts!
'That's why I'm worried,' Harry snapped at it. 'He has been almost too well behaved!'
He saved your life.
To gain my trust.
He killed all those Death Eaters!
Well, maybe that was just to gain my trust too!
Haven't you been looking for Voldemort for ages? Now's your chance, if it is a trap you can take down all the Malfoys and the head honcho, if it isn't, you can help save the she-Malfoy and kick Lucius' arse!
Well, when you put it like that…
"Okay, I'll help." Harry finally said and a smile graced Malfoy's features.
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