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Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is so short I just really wanted to get it out and see what people thought of it. And also sorry if you are a bit confused. Oh yes and this was Authored by Georgia Peaches but she couldn't post it because her parents blocked FF.net * I know what your thinking how horrid can parents get?* and Co-authored by the wonderful and talented Stellar Rhayne. Oh and Author Notes are done in **!! Now on to the story!
The Sword of Slytherin
Chapter 2: Leather Pants
"Coiwardious" Lucius bellowed. Suddenly Draco felt this agonizing sharp pain bolt through his forehead. He fell to the ground clutching his head in pain. He knew that before the night was over he would have a bruise on his forehead. After what seemed like hours of torture Lucius took the curse off of Draco. Draco had an expression of fury on his face as he looked up at his father. His father looked down at his with a look of disgust clearly written on his face. Lucius then said "You're such a weakling, Draco" He stalked to the door, and as he opened the door he paused and glanced back at Draco "I have already sent your crap you're going to Quidditch camp. I don't want to see you again until you beat Potter." With that he left the room. 'Thank god' Draco thought 'that may be never.'
That night Draco took a portkey to a location where he was to get on the knight bus which would take him to the camp. The camp was hosted by the puddlemere united quidditch team and therefore was called the puddlemere camp. The knight bus arrived at around 8:00 pm. And Draco quickly boarded, giving to man the toll. "Say aren't you Draco Malfoy?" he asked. "Yea" Draco replied, not really surprised that the man knew his name. "So where are you headed?" he asked. "Puddlemere camp, right outside of London." He replied rather impatiently. He wanted to get there as soon as he could. Draco headed t the end of the bus where he promptly sat down, staring out the window at the passing houses. He wondered briefly if he should write to his cousin Audrey, who was just a year below him. It was weird Draco any real friends except for Audrey. They had this weird understanding for each other because both of there parents did not care about them. Sure their parents acted like they cared when they were around other people but if you looked a little closer you could tell that they really did not care all that much for their children. Although Audrey's parents weren't near as cold as Draco's were they were still bad. *bad as in didn't care not bad as in hate muggles her parents actually liked muggles as surprising as that is, they did.*
When he arrived at the camp via knight bus everything was done in navy blue and gold seeing as that was the team's colors. He walked to the small one story building with a sign that said "office/registration". There was a man sitting at a desk who Draco recognized as Zan (short for Alexander) one of the teams beaters. "Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy and I was wondering if you could tell me where my room was" "Hi, I'm Zan hold on let me see what room you have" Zan quickly started to scan a sheet of paper he then looked up and said "You have room 317, you will be sharing your room with another boy from Hogwarts" "Okay, thanks" with that Draco walked off towards a 3 story building that he assumed were the Dorms. He had assumed right. He slowly made his way to the third floor. When he found his room he saw that the other boy that was staying in his room had already fallen asleep. Draco quickly put his things down and promptly fell asleep, for he was very tired from that night's events.
The next morning Draco woke up at the sound of a magical alarm clock that was apparently set to go off at 7:30. He noticed that his roommate was already up and wondered faintly who he was. He thought he should take a shower so he headed towards his rooms bathroom. Upon entering the room he saw a boy who he assumed to be his roommate, he was facing the other way, so he couldn't see him clearly, but what he saw he did not like. He looked too much like Harry Potter. "Are you going to take a shower now, or can I take one?" he asked. The boy turned around and simply said "Oh Shit" Draco glanced up quickly "Fuck No," he had realized too late that there was a reason he looked like Harry Potter, he was Harry Potter. "What do you think you are doing here Potter?" he asked coldly, still not willing to realize he had slept in the same room as Potter. "I would like to think that I'm here for the same reason as you, to practice quidditch." Replied Potter. "I thought you had to stay with those oh so wonderful muggles for the summer." "Siri— I mean my Godfather arranged for me to come to this camp over the summer so I wouldn't have to stay with them and I would be able to get some practice in." "And your godfather would be…" a grin began to spread on Harry's face "Sirius Black" "oh yah, right…that's it" Harry started to laugh "Think what you want. Oh and yes I'm about to take a shower." With that he shoved Draco outside the bathroom and quickly shut and locked the door. "Oh bloody hell how is this going to work…"
Draco angrily walked down to the offices, and up to the front desk. "I refuse to stay with Potter." He announced. "You will have to move me to a different room." Zan looked up curiously. "Aren't you two from the same school?" he asked, rather annoyed at the interruption. "Yes, but lets just say we don't get along well and if we stay in the same room again Harry Potter will not wake up." "Now, now it can't be all that bad, iv met the kid he isn't as bad as all that, and besides we don't have any other rooms." "Doesn't any one else want to stay with the famous Harry Potter?" Actually we have gotten quite a few requests about that, but Dumbledore had requested that Harry stay with someone from Hogwarts if at all necessary." "Shit!" Draco exclaimed under his breath "this is so shitty."
Draco stalked back to his room and opened one of the dressers. It was empty. "Where is my stuff?" he asked to no one in particular. He looked around the room, thinking maybe they had been misplaced, and then proceeded to make his second trip to the office. "Has my stuff come yet?" he asked rather impatiently. Zan was not there anymore instead it was another quidditch player named James he was the Keeper for Puddlemere United. "Uhh…Excuse me but what is your name?" "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" "No we haven't gotten any packages for a Draco Malfoy, weren't you suppose to bring your stuff?" "Yes but my father just went ahead and sent all of my things" "Sorry but we haven't received anything" "But he sent it a few days ago" "Have you ever considered the thought that maybe it got lost along the way?" "Well then I have to go shopping." "I'm sorry but you can't go with outside a mile of the camp, regulations." "Well then fine are there any shops, clothing shops with in a mile." "Well actually there is one shop…" "Well then where is it?" Draco demanded loosing what little patience he had. "It's just down the road a bit, but I have to warn you its very small, so there isn't
much of a selection. "Well I can't go around wearing this all the time." "Ok fine suit yourself. It just down the road a bit, you can't miss it, it's the only store for miles. It's called the Happy Dragon." He snickered a bit at the name then turned back to a book he was reading, dismissing Draco from his mind.
Draco abruptly turned and headed down the street to where the store called the Happy Dragon was said to be. After about five or so minutes of walking down the street Draco reached a small shop that was a very bright shade of green. It had a gray sign with light blue writing that said the 'Happy Dragon'. Draco vaguely thought 'Oh god what kind of store is this' but decided he would rather find out and went in. Inside they sold Dragon Handler clothes on one side of the store and on the other were crossdresser type clothes. He walked up to the man at the counter who was wearing a Becca Purple shirt. Becca Purple was a huge pop star in the wizarding world. *somewhat similar to Britney Spears* "Don't you have any normal clothes?" he asked desperately hoping that they did, and idly wondering why the man was giggling at him. Then it dawned on him, the clothes weren't the only gay things in the store. "We do have these pants they are a very nice shade of pink." The storekeeper said with a smile. "Here let me show you" "Umm…no that's okay I think I can find my way around the store by myself thanks." He said as he was quickly backing away from the counter. The storekeeper looked a bit put out by the comment but went back to reading his magazine. Draco started to make his way around the store praying to God that he could find something decent to wear. Finally after searching for what seemed like hours Draco finally decided that the most normal thing he could wear would be black leather pants and a black t-shirt oh yes and he bought some white socks. He bought four of each. 'Well this should be interesting' he thought 'I never thought I would see the day when I wore leather pants.' Draco walked back down the street and back to the room, hoping Potter was out of the shower by now.
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Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is so short I just really wanted to get it out and see what people thought of it. And also sorry if you are a bit confused. Oh yes and this was Authored by Georgia Peaches but she couldn't post it because her parents blocked FF.net * I know what your thinking how horrid can parents get?* and Co-authored by the wonderful and talented Stellar Rhayne. Oh and Author Notes are done in **!! Now on to the story!
The Sword of Slytherin
Chapter 2: Leather Pants
"Coiwardious" Lucius bellowed. Suddenly Draco felt this agonizing sharp pain bolt through his forehead. He fell to the ground clutching his head in pain. He knew that before the night was over he would have a bruise on his forehead. After what seemed like hours of torture Lucius took the curse off of Draco. Draco had an expression of fury on his face as he looked up at his father. His father looked down at his with a look of disgust clearly written on his face. Lucius then said "You're such a weakling, Draco" He stalked to the door, and as he opened the door he paused and glanced back at Draco "I have already sent your crap you're going to Quidditch camp. I don't want to see you again until you beat Potter." With that he left the room. 'Thank god' Draco thought 'that may be never.'
That night Draco took a portkey to a location where he was to get on the knight bus which would take him to the camp. The camp was hosted by the puddlemere united quidditch team and therefore was called the puddlemere camp. The knight bus arrived at around 8:00 pm. And Draco quickly boarded, giving to man the toll. "Say aren't you Draco Malfoy?" he asked. "Yea" Draco replied, not really surprised that the man knew his name. "So where are you headed?" he asked. "Puddlemere camp, right outside of London." He replied rather impatiently. He wanted to get there as soon as he could. Draco headed t the end of the bus where he promptly sat down, staring out the window at the passing houses. He wondered briefly if he should write to his cousin Audrey, who was just a year below him. It was weird Draco any real friends except for Audrey. They had this weird understanding for each other because both of there parents did not care about them. Sure their parents acted like they cared when they were around other people but if you looked a little closer you could tell that they really did not care all that much for their children. Although Audrey's parents weren't near as cold as Draco's were they were still bad. *bad as in didn't care not bad as in hate muggles her parents actually liked muggles as surprising as that is, they did.*
When he arrived at the camp via knight bus everything was done in navy blue and gold seeing as that was the team's colors. He walked to the small one story building with a sign that said "office/registration". There was a man sitting at a desk who Draco recognized as Zan (short for Alexander) one of the teams beaters. "Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy and I was wondering if you could tell me where my room was" "Hi, I'm Zan hold on let me see what room you have" Zan quickly started to scan a sheet of paper he then looked up and said "You have room 317, you will be sharing your room with another boy from Hogwarts" "Okay, thanks" with that Draco walked off towards a 3 story building that he assumed were the Dorms. He had assumed right. He slowly made his way to the third floor. When he found his room he saw that the other boy that was staying in his room had already fallen asleep. Draco quickly put his things down and promptly fell asleep, for he was very tired from that night's events.
The next morning Draco woke up at the sound of a magical alarm clock that was apparently set to go off at 7:30. He noticed that his roommate was already up and wondered faintly who he was. He thought he should take a shower so he headed towards his rooms bathroom. Upon entering the room he saw a boy who he assumed to be his roommate, he was facing the other way, so he couldn't see him clearly, but what he saw he did not like. He looked too much like Harry Potter. "Are you going to take a shower now, or can I take one?" he asked. The boy turned around and simply said "Oh Shit" Draco glanced up quickly "Fuck No," he had realized too late that there was a reason he looked like Harry Potter, he was Harry Potter. "What do you think you are doing here Potter?" he asked coldly, still not willing to realize he had slept in the same room as Potter. "I would like to think that I'm here for the same reason as you, to practice quidditch." Replied Potter. "I thought you had to stay with those oh so wonderful muggles for the summer." "Siri— I mean my Godfather arranged for me to come to this camp over the summer so I wouldn't have to stay with them and I would be able to get some practice in." "And your godfather would be…" a grin began to spread on Harry's face "Sirius Black" "oh yah, right…that's it" Harry started to laugh "Think what you want. Oh and yes I'm about to take a shower." With that he shoved Draco outside the bathroom and quickly shut and locked the door. "Oh bloody hell how is this going to work…"
Draco angrily walked down to the offices, and up to the front desk. "I refuse to stay with Potter." He announced. "You will have to move me to a different room." Zan looked up curiously. "Aren't you two from the same school?" he asked, rather annoyed at the interruption. "Yes, but lets just say we don't get along well and if we stay in the same room again Harry Potter will not wake up." "Now, now it can't be all that bad, iv met the kid he isn't as bad as all that, and besides we don't have any other rooms." "Doesn't any one else want to stay with the famous Harry Potter?" Actually we have gotten quite a few requests about that, but Dumbledore had requested that Harry stay with someone from Hogwarts if at all necessary." "Shit!" Draco exclaimed under his breath "this is so shitty."
Draco stalked back to his room and opened one of the dressers. It was empty. "Where is my stuff?" he asked to no one in particular. He looked around the room, thinking maybe they had been misplaced, and then proceeded to make his second trip to the office. "Has my stuff come yet?" he asked rather impatiently. Zan was not there anymore instead it was another quidditch player named James he was the Keeper for Puddlemere United. "Uhh…Excuse me but what is your name?" "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" "No we haven't gotten any packages for a Draco Malfoy, weren't you suppose to bring your stuff?" "Yes but my father just went ahead and sent all of my things" "Sorry but we haven't received anything" "But he sent it a few days ago" "Have you ever considered the thought that maybe it got lost along the way?" "Well then I have to go shopping." "I'm sorry but you can't go with outside a mile of the camp, regulations." "Well then fine are there any shops, clothing shops with in a mile." "Well actually there is one shop…" "Well then where is it?" Draco demanded loosing what little patience he had. "It's just down the road a bit, but I have to warn you its very small, so there isn't
much of a selection. "Well I can't go around wearing this all the time." "Ok fine suit yourself. It just down the road a bit, you can't miss it, it's the only store for miles. It's called the Happy Dragon." He snickered a bit at the name then turned back to a book he was reading, dismissing Draco from his mind.
Draco abruptly turned and headed down the street to where the store called the Happy Dragon was said to be. After about five or so minutes of walking down the street Draco reached a small shop that was a very bright shade of green. It had a gray sign with light blue writing that said the 'Happy Dragon'. Draco vaguely thought 'Oh god what kind of store is this' but decided he would rather find out and went in. Inside they sold Dragon Handler clothes on one side of the store and on the other were crossdresser type clothes. He walked up to the man at the counter who was wearing a Becca Purple shirt. Becca Purple was a huge pop star in the wizarding world. *somewhat similar to Britney Spears* "Don't you have any normal clothes?" he asked desperately hoping that they did, and idly wondering why the man was giggling at him. Then it dawned on him, the clothes weren't the only gay things in the store. "We do have these pants they are a very nice shade of pink." The storekeeper said with a smile. "Here let me show you" "Umm…no that's okay I think I can find my way around the store by myself thanks." He said as he was quickly backing away from the counter. The storekeeper looked a bit put out by the comment but went back to reading his magazine. Draco started to make his way around the store praying to God that he could find something decent to wear. Finally after searching for what seemed like hours Draco finally decided that the most normal thing he could wear would be black leather pants and a black t-shirt oh yes and he bought some white socks. He bought four of each. 'Well this should be interesting' he thought 'I never thought I would see the day when I wore leather pants.' Draco walked back down the street and back to the room, hoping Potter was out of the shower by now.
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