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A/N: Long wait, I know! Don't hate me! The reason why I was gone is after the chapter!
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Chapter Four: Watching
Freedom.
Does anyone really have it? We all are bounded to someone or something that restricts us from what we would call independence. How would you actually define the word "free"?
I certainly would have enjoyed the past sixteen years if I'd known that I would be under the uncomfortable and watchful eye of Harry Potter.
*_*
I woke up with the stench of garlic in my nose.
"Draco. Draco?" I distantly hear Severus call my name. I soon felt his arms on my shoulders, shaking me.
My eyes fluttered open and I gazed up to the crocked nose of my godfather and the soft smile of Dumbledore. I forgot where I was for a moment, but when I sat up properly and saw Potter watch from in the window, I quickly remembered.
"Are you okay?" Severus asked with his hands still on my shoulders.
"As good as I can be," I remarked and he smirked. The man is use to my sarcastic retorts; after all, he is my mentor.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I will give you time to get use to the idea, term starts in two weeks. Severus will come back next week to take you to get your school supplies," Dumbledore informed me.
"Thank you, Professor," I said surprisingly respectful. He nodded to me and glanced to Potter. The boy nodded once and Dumbledore left.
"Like he said, I'll be back next week. You'll be staying here with Potter," Snape threw his head towards the window, and the whispered, "try not to kill him," he winked. Severus was a witty man, although never in public.
"Emphasis on try," he laughed. He nodded and gave me a pat on the back. He turned and looked at Potter briefly and left. So, Potter and I were alone. What a joy!
*_*
I have always been a very animated person. There is always a part of me that has to keep moving. Being kept in this tiny living quarter doesn't help. So, I began to pace, from the window to the dresser, back to the window, and back to the dresser. This continued until a certain short tempered Gryffindor interrupted.
"Dammit, Malfoy, just sit down already!" he had the gall to yell at me.
"Hostile, aren't we, Potter?"
"If you pace anymore, the wood beneath will give away!"
"I have to keep moving," I mumbled, now switching my path 180 degrees from my old one. There's the door and now there's Potter and the bed, the door, the bed. I think I finally got on Potter's nerves because he soon shot up and grabbed my shoulders.
"Stop. Moving." he said through gritted teeth.
"Geez, Potter, what got your knickers in a twist?" (A/N: I've always wanted to say that! *giggles* Okay, sorry.)
He pushed me away and walked back towards the bed. He sighed as he sat and started gazing outside the window again. I stopped moving, in fear that Potter might jump up and attack me, and stared at the boy in front of me. An emotionless mask was plastered on his face and his eyes seemed to be glazed over. He was lost in thought and I concluded that he was upset. Only one way to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking about and have a little fun myself.
"What is so damn interesting out of the window, Potter?"
He seemed to snap out of his trace and focused his attention onto me. "Do you have an off button?" he retorted. Has become wittier I might say.
"Well, you can feel around for it, if you want," I said with an evil grin creeping on my face.
"You really are a pervert, do you know that, Malfoy?" he rolled his eyes and got up from the walked to the damn window.
"I've known for some years now, actually," I smirked and followed him to the pane. He shook his head, but would not look at me. "So, you didn't answer my question."
"I don't have to answer," he said stubbornly.
"Fine, Potter, ruin all the fun," I pouted falsely.
"Fun? You think this is fun? Being stuck in this damn room with you for two weeks, and then living with you for a whole damn school year? Dammit, Malfoy, this is not fun at all!" he shouted.
"Do you ever stop yelling?" I asked.
"NO!" he snapped. He turned and looked at me. It was very uncomfortable; it was like Potter could look into your soul. His eyes were peering into mine; it felt as though he was reading my mind, searching through my thoughts. No matter how much I tried to look away, his emerald eyes were just too intoxicating. "I'm going to bed," he said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah, okay," I said stupidly. I watched him. He walked over to the side of the bed, furthest from the window and began to undress. He took off his glasses and slipped his Cuddley Cannons shirt over his head, messing up his already wild hair. Not caring about me, he unbuckled his belt on his huge pants and let them fall to the floor. He climbed in the bed and faced away from me. "Where do I sleep?"
"On the floor," he said nonchalantly.
"Malfoy's do NOT sleep on any floor!"
"Well, this Malfoy is!" he turned over and sat up, looking at me again. Do you know how nerve-racking that is? Not to mention creepy.
"I most certainly am not!" I placed my hands on my hips for emphasis. A grin spread across his face. A few moments later, it turned into a smile. After a minute of his goofy grin, he burst into laughter. "And what is so funny, Potter?"
"No.Nothing," he continued to laugh.
"Tell in now, Potter," I stepped closer to the bed.
"It's nothing," he giggled.
"I know you're laughing at something, now tell me," I demanded.
"Are you sure you want to know?" he continued to giggle. I nodded. "Okay, you just look like a very angry girl and I thought it was funny."
How dare him! I do not look like a girl at all! "How dare you! I do not look like a girl at all!"
"Oh, come on, Malfoy. You're lean and petite like a girl. You hands are soft; they look like they haven't done any work ever. And your hair is long a silky! You can't tell me you don't look like a girl."
I looked in the mirror; I don't see it at all. All Malfoy men look like this. "Forget it, Potter." I turned and walked into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut. "Look like a girl," I mumbled to myself and I began to undress myself. "Lean and petite," I continued.
"MALFOY!" I heard Potter shout in the room, but I ignored him. "MALFOY! Come on, I'll sleep on the floor. Who knows what would happen if Snape knew I let his precious godson sleep on the floor!" I'm not going to fall into his 'kindness.'
I began to search the bathroom for sheets; I figured I'd sleep in the tub. I heard banging in the room, then a scream. "What the," I said, I walked over to the door and pressed my ear against the door. I heard glass shattering on the floor. "Potter?"
"SHIT!"
"POTTER? ARE YOU OKAY?"
"Malfoy," I heard someone say from the other side of the door.
"Potter?" I didn't get an answer. Should I open the door? "Potter? HARRY!?"
The door slammed open, knocking me to the ground. "So we meet at last, Mr. Malfoy."
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*gasp* Sorry for such a long wait. I've had my room taken over by my grandmother, so I couldn't come and write. So, tell me what you think, review please!
A/N: Long wait, I know! Don't hate me! The reason why I was gone is after the chapter!
A/N2: Yay! My reviewers have returned! Thanks guys! Here are your long awaited thank yous!
PunkGirl2: They disapparated. You're not dumb, that was kind of confusing. Thanks for reviewing!
Sapphrine: Eep! Don't kill our main character, it'll hurt the story! Lol!
Yuyin: Ha! You are very smart, but there is more to the story than his virginity. You'll find out later in the story!
iMaxed: Thank you, *sobs*. I hope to hear from you soon!
Curious Dream Weaver: I know! I swear if Voldey goes near him, I'll kill him! Lol!
PixieStar1: Hey! Can you give me your email again? I'm sorry I've been gone so long!
pheonixelmental: lol. Everything should come out in the next few chapters! Muwhahahahah!
Flammy: *blushes* Ah, shucks! Thanks! Here's the next chapter!
Em-chan the Psycho-Freak: its okay, I'm glad you read the last chapters and reviewed! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
Roz: Here you go! Thanks for reviewing. I didn't mean to be gone for so long!
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Chapter Four: Watching
Freedom.
Does anyone really have it? We all are bounded to someone or something that restricts us from what we would call independence. How would you actually define the word "free"?
I certainly would have enjoyed the past sixteen years if I'd known that I would be under the uncomfortable and watchful eye of Harry Potter.
*_*
I woke up with the stench of garlic in my nose.
"Draco. Draco?" I distantly hear Severus call my name. I soon felt his arms on my shoulders, shaking me.
My eyes fluttered open and I gazed up to the crocked nose of my godfather and the soft smile of Dumbledore. I forgot where I was for a moment, but when I sat up properly and saw Potter watch from in the window, I quickly remembered.
"Are you okay?" Severus asked with his hands still on my shoulders.
"As good as I can be," I remarked and he smirked. The man is use to my sarcastic retorts; after all, he is my mentor.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I will give you time to get use to the idea, term starts in two weeks. Severus will come back next week to take you to get your school supplies," Dumbledore informed me.
"Thank you, Professor," I said surprisingly respectful. He nodded to me and glanced to Potter. The boy nodded once and Dumbledore left.
"Like he said, I'll be back next week. You'll be staying here with Potter," Snape threw his head towards the window, and the whispered, "try not to kill him," he winked. Severus was a witty man, although never in public.
"Emphasis on try," he laughed. He nodded and gave me a pat on the back. He turned and looked at Potter briefly and left. So, Potter and I were alone. What a joy!
*_*
I have always been a very animated person. There is always a part of me that has to keep moving. Being kept in this tiny living quarter doesn't help. So, I began to pace, from the window to the dresser, back to the window, and back to the dresser. This continued until a certain short tempered Gryffindor interrupted.
"Dammit, Malfoy, just sit down already!" he had the gall to yell at me.
"Hostile, aren't we, Potter?"
"If you pace anymore, the wood beneath will give away!"
"I have to keep moving," I mumbled, now switching my path 180 degrees from my old one. There's the door and now there's Potter and the bed, the door, the bed. I think I finally got on Potter's nerves because he soon shot up and grabbed my shoulders.
"Stop. Moving." he said through gritted teeth.
"Geez, Potter, what got your knickers in a twist?" (A/N: I've always wanted to say that! *giggles* Okay, sorry.)
He pushed me away and walked back towards the bed. He sighed as he sat and started gazing outside the window again. I stopped moving, in fear that Potter might jump up and attack me, and stared at the boy in front of me. An emotionless mask was plastered on his face and his eyes seemed to be glazed over. He was lost in thought and I concluded that he was upset. Only one way to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking about and have a little fun myself.
"What is so damn interesting out of the window, Potter?"
He seemed to snap out of his trace and focused his attention onto me. "Do you have an off button?" he retorted. Has become wittier I might say.
"Well, you can feel around for it, if you want," I said with an evil grin creeping on my face.
"You really are a pervert, do you know that, Malfoy?" he rolled his eyes and got up from the walked to the damn window.
"I've known for some years now, actually," I smirked and followed him to the pane. He shook his head, but would not look at me. "So, you didn't answer my question."
"I don't have to answer," he said stubbornly.
"Fine, Potter, ruin all the fun," I pouted falsely.
"Fun? You think this is fun? Being stuck in this damn room with you for two weeks, and then living with you for a whole damn school year? Dammit, Malfoy, this is not fun at all!" he shouted.
"Do you ever stop yelling?" I asked.
"NO!" he snapped. He turned and looked at me. It was very uncomfortable; it was like Potter could look into your soul. His eyes were peering into mine; it felt as though he was reading my mind, searching through my thoughts. No matter how much I tried to look away, his emerald eyes were just too intoxicating. "I'm going to bed," he said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah, okay," I said stupidly. I watched him. He walked over to the side of the bed, furthest from the window and began to undress. He took off his glasses and slipped his Cuddley Cannons shirt over his head, messing up his already wild hair. Not caring about me, he unbuckled his belt on his huge pants and let them fall to the floor. He climbed in the bed and faced away from me. "Where do I sleep?"
"On the floor," he said nonchalantly.
"Malfoy's do NOT sleep on any floor!"
"Well, this Malfoy is!" he turned over and sat up, looking at me again. Do you know how nerve-racking that is? Not to mention creepy.
"I most certainly am not!" I placed my hands on my hips for emphasis. A grin spread across his face. A few moments later, it turned into a smile. After a minute of his goofy grin, he burst into laughter. "And what is so funny, Potter?"
"No.Nothing," he continued to laugh.
"Tell in now, Potter," I stepped closer to the bed.
"It's nothing," he giggled.
"I know you're laughing at something, now tell me," I demanded.
"Are you sure you want to know?" he continued to giggle. I nodded. "Okay, you just look like a very angry girl and I thought it was funny."
How dare him! I do not look like a girl at all! "How dare you! I do not look like a girl at all!"
"Oh, come on, Malfoy. You're lean and petite like a girl. You hands are soft; they look like they haven't done any work ever. And your hair is long a silky! You can't tell me you don't look like a girl."
I looked in the mirror; I don't see it at all. All Malfoy men look like this. "Forget it, Potter." I turned and walked into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut. "Look like a girl," I mumbled to myself and I began to undress myself. "Lean and petite," I continued.
"MALFOY!" I heard Potter shout in the room, but I ignored him. "MALFOY! Come on, I'll sleep on the floor. Who knows what would happen if Snape knew I let his precious godson sleep on the floor!" I'm not going to fall into his 'kindness.'
I began to search the bathroom for sheets; I figured I'd sleep in the tub. I heard banging in the room, then a scream. "What the," I said, I walked over to the door and pressed my ear against the door. I heard glass shattering on the floor. "Potter?"
"SHIT!"
"POTTER? ARE YOU OKAY?"
"Malfoy," I heard someone say from the other side of the door.
"Potter?" I didn't get an answer. Should I open the door? "Potter? HARRY!?"
The door slammed open, knocking me to the ground. "So we meet at last, Mr. Malfoy."
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*gasp* Sorry for such a long wait. I've had my room taken over by my grandmother, so I couldn't come and write. So, tell me what you think, review please!