Hey guys, it's me again, I've gotten so many good ideas for this story, and I'm not sure quite where to turn!
I have to give a big thank you to my little sisters, Lil Miss Malfoy and Paperdoll Princess, for kicking my butt every time I'm tempted to slack off and stop writing!
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was abuzz with plans for summer holidays. Students were rushing all over the place, saying their last minute good-byes, and 'see yas' as the train pulled up to the school platform. The day was another bright and sunny one , Draco and Harry clutched each other's hands tightly, Nervous, scared, and depressed at their inevitable parting. "It's only two months, love..." Harry said reasonably, but his lover just shook his blonde head morosely. "It's not that, Harry, I'm just... gonna... " and with that, big tears welled up in Draco's eyes and slid down his cheeks. Harry pulled out a handkerchief, he'd been carrying one for the last three months, not wanting to be caught off guard again.
Wrapping a protective arm around Draco, harry lead them both into a train car with Hermione and Ron were already curled up, whispering softly to one another. "Hey!" Hermione piped up as they entered, casting Draco a reassuring grin. "Sit down, I can't believe it's going to be another two months till I'm going to see you guys again." Hermione was going to Canada for her summer holidays, to visit some of her family. (A/N- I had to bring my country into this some how!) Draco sat down across the compartment, curling his still slender body to Harry. There was weariness in his eyes that couldn't be ignored, and Harry was constantly worrying about his love, and their unborn child.
"Ok, so you'll send me mail, the usual muggle style, and send me an owl if it's an emergency..." Harry reminded Draco with worry in his voice, squeezing the smaller blonde tightly to him. "Yes yes yes.....Harry, it's going to be alright, don't worry so much, it's not like I'm going to be on an expedition to darkest Peru searching for vampire," Draco said, biting his lower lip to keep in a laugh, and blinking back his tears rapidly, "I'm just gonna,,........ I'm really, gonna miss you!" He finally gave in, sobbing against Harry's shoulder as they exited the train car and grabbed their baggage from the rear car. "Shh... it'll be ok, love, I know it will, don't worry..." Harry cooed, as Draco pulled out the handkerchief once again.
Draco walked the halls of the vast Malfoy manor, pacing, and trying not to think of Harry, so far away, and living with that awful Dursley family. It ached his heart to be separated from the one he loved, and by mid-July, it was almost unbearable. Resting his hand over his slightly swollen stomach, Draco sat down at his desk and pulled out a large piece of parchment, he had half-finished the letter, when he realized, he didn't know how to send mail the muggle way. "Damnit!" he cursed in frustration. There was a soft knock on his door, as he turned sharply to the entryway, his mother's silvery-blonde head; so like his own, poked it's way around the door. "Is something wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice, Draco nodded irritably. 'Well, maybe I can help you with it," she said, stepping into her son's chambers.
"Well, Mum, its just this, I mean, ugh, I don't know how to send mail, the muggle way..." he finally said, a red blush rising to his cheeks, as the ex-Ravenclaw raised a confused eyebrow. "Why would you want to know that?"
"So I can send Harry a letter while he's at his aunt and uncle's house for the summer."
"Well, it's not so terribly difficult," Narcissa began, showing her only son step by step how to send muggle mail. Draco nodded, "Hey! That's not to hard after all," and he cast his mother a greatful look, wrapping an arm around her in a semi-hug. "Well, Draco, I was thinking, that's actually why I was coming up here in the first place, I wanted to know if you'd like to have Harry over for the summer, I mean, this house is fairly empty with just the two of us.." Draco jumped to his feet and threw his arms around his mother, happy tears sliding down his cheeks, and he tried to wipe them away, but to no avail. "Thanks Mum... thank you!" he said, squeezing her tightly. Narcissa Malfoy had never been close to anyone in her life, and her husband had always kept her separate from her only child. "My son.." she whispered, her own tears rising in her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck, dropping a light kiss on his forehead, which was more difficult, considering he was nearly a whole head taller then her.
There was a baited feeling in the air, as Harry opened the muggle-sent letter from Draco. Opening the glue-sealed paper, Harry scanned his clear green eyes over Draco's precise handwriting, done in ink, on parchment. Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking about what the mailman must have been thinking when he delivered that letter. "Harry, I know it's last minute, but do you want to spend the rest of the summer with me..." Harry read out loud to himself, thinking about the prospect. In less time then it took him to grab his belongings, which were, already packed, Harry had decided, and was out the door, dropping a small note for the Dursley's onto the kitchen table where they were sure not to miss it.
Lugging his suitcase behind him, and balancing Hedwig's cage on top of the bag, letting the owl fly herself until they got to the underground station. Quickly fishing a few dollars from his pocket he paid the fare and boarded the subway. (A/N- I have no idea what bus fare would cost there!) The tube-like car was nearly empty, and Harry close a seat close enough to the door that he'd be able to get out with minimal hassle. His arms were beginning to hurt from balancing everything, and the hard seat was a surprising relief. After promising himself that he would start flying as soon as he got to the wizarding world, Harry leaned back in the seat and waited for the subway to drop him off a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron.
Diagon Alley was exactly the same as he remembered it, with all the bustling people and the myriad smell and colors invading your senses. Harry looked around, pushing his glasses back up his nose with one spare finger. "Ok.. now I'm here, but.. aw crap, how am I supposed to get to the manor?" Harry berated himself for his lack of foresight, and wrinkled up his brow, searching for someone who might be able to help him. Strangers of every shape, size and color milled around the main street, but nobody Harry recognized. Straining his eyes through the crowd, he thought he saw a flash of familiar black hair, and cringed. "Damnit, it would have been anyone... alright, Potter, this won't be so bad, it's not like he can deduct points during the summer," He told himself bravely, as he walked over to Professor Snape, who was standing near a stall full of strange things that appeared to be fruit.
"Professor," Harry said, a tinge of nervousness evident in his voice. The tall, dark man spun at the familiar voice. "Potter." He said, with a voice like the very words hurt to admit, or say. "Professor, I was just wondering if you could give me some directions, that's all," The look on Snape's face was nearly impossible to read, but eventually he nodded in agreement. "What is it your trying to find?"
"Malfoy Manor." He replied, his voice no longer shaking, and actually finding himself greatful for a face he knew. Snape made a face like he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon. "Just turn up there, turn right, then keep going straight for about 15miles, you can't miss it."
"Thanks Professor," Harry said with a smile, that only made Snape scowl harder.
"Yes, well, you best be off on your way, it dosen't do to be hanging around, people really will think your up to no good."
As he was told, the manor was almost impossible to miss, a giant monolithic building that seemed to go on forever. The last 200 yards seemed the longest, as Harry nervously pulled himself up to the front doors and rang the bell-pull. It only took a moment, and an almost inaudible patter of feet, before a house-elf swung open the door, and ushered Harry inside excitedly. "You be waiting right here, Mr. Potter, and I be going to get the master, he is gonna be so happy to be seeing you again!" The house-elf jumped up and down and sped off down the hall, giving Harry ample time to admire the entryway. With walls of light green, in lovely contrast to the deep wooden walls, and a ceramic floor that lead smoothly into a thick forest green carpet that looked more lush grass then any carpet he had ever seen.
"Harry?" came the soft voice from a few feet away, and he turned to face the glowing features of the love of his life. "Always love, you know I wouldn't leave you." And with that, Draco ran over and hugged Harry tightly, pressing kisses to his lips and everything felt right, they were together again.
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well, how was that? The bit with Snape is for my friend Cory, who's Snape-obsessed! And besides, it worked. I'm not really happy with the way this chapter went, but oh well! I hope you like!
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I have to give a big thank you to my little sisters, Lil Miss Malfoy and Paperdoll Princess, for kicking my butt every time I'm tempted to slack off and stop writing!
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was abuzz with plans for summer holidays. Students were rushing all over the place, saying their last minute good-byes, and 'see yas' as the train pulled up to the school platform. The day was another bright and sunny one , Draco and Harry clutched each other's hands tightly, Nervous, scared, and depressed at their inevitable parting. "It's only two months, love..." Harry said reasonably, but his lover just shook his blonde head morosely. "It's not that, Harry, I'm just... gonna... " and with that, big tears welled up in Draco's eyes and slid down his cheeks. Harry pulled out a handkerchief, he'd been carrying one for the last three months, not wanting to be caught off guard again.
Wrapping a protective arm around Draco, harry lead them both into a train car with Hermione and Ron were already curled up, whispering softly to one another. "Hey!" Hermione piped up as they entered, casting Draco a reassuring grin. "Sit down, I can't believe it's going to be another two months till I'm going to see you guys again." Hermione was going to Canada for her summer holidays, to visit some of her family. (A/N- I had to bring my country into this some how!) Draco sat down across the compartment, curling his still slender body to Harry. There was weariness in his eyes that couldn't be ignored, and Harry was constantly worrying about his love, and their unborn child.
"Ok, so you'll send me mail, the usual muggle style, and send me an owl if it's an emergency..." Harry reminded Draco with worry in his voice, squeezing the smaller blonde tightly to him. "Yes yes yes.....Harry, it's going to be alright, don't worry so much, it's not like I'm going to be on an expedition to darkest Peru searching for vampire," Draco said, biting his lower lip to keep in a laugh, and blinking back his tears rapidly, "I'm just gonna,,........ I'm really, gonna miss you!" He finally gave in, sobbing against Harry's shoulder as they exited the train car and grabbed their baggage from the rear car. "Shh... it'll be ok, love, I know it will, don't worry..." Harry cooed, as Draco pulled out the handkerchief once again.
Draco walked the halls of the vast Malfoy manor, pacing, and trying not to think of Harry, so far away, and living with that awful Dursley family. It ached his heart to be separated from the one he loved, and by mid-July, it was almost unbearable. Resting his hand over his slightly swollen stomach, Draco sat down at his desk and pulled out a large piece of parchment, he had half-finished the letter, when he realized, he didn't know how to send mail the muggle way. "Damnit!" he cursed in frustration. There was a soft knock on his door, as he turned sharply to the entryway, his mother's silvery-blonde head; so like his own, poked it's way around the door. "Is something wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice, Draco nodded irritably. 'Well, maybe I can help you with it," she said, stepping into her son's chambers.
"Well, Mum, its just this, I mean, ugh, I don't know how to send mail, the muggle way..." he finally said, a red blush rising to his cheeks, as the ex-Ravenclaw raised a confused eyebrow. "Why would you want to know that?"
"So I can send Harry a letter while he's at his aunt and uncle's house for the summer."
"Well, it's not so terribly difficult," Narcissa began, showing her only son step by step how to send muggle mail. Draco nodded, "Hey! That's not to hard after all," and he cast his mother a greatful look, wrapping an arm around her in a semi-hug. "Well, Draco, I was thinking, that's actually why I was coming up here in the first place, I wanted to know if you'd like to have Harry over for the summer, I mean, this house is fairly empty with just the two of us.." Draco jumped to his feet and threw his arms around his mother, happy tears sliding down his cheeks, and he tried to wipe them away, but to no avail. "Thanks Mum... thank you!" he said, squeezing her tightly. Narcissa Malfoy had never been close to anyone in her life, and her husband had always kept her separate from her only child. "My son.." she whispered, her own tears rising in her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck, dropping a light kiss on his forehead, which was more difficult, considering he was nearly a whole head taller then her.
There was a baited feeling in the air, as Harry opened the muggle-sent letter from Draco. Opening the glue-sealed paper, Harry scanned his clear green eyes over Draco's precise handwriting, done in ink, on parchment. Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking about what the mailman must have been thinking when he delivered that letter. "Harry, I know it's last minute, but do you want to spend the rest of the summer with me..." Harry read out loud to himself, thinking about the prospect. In less time then it took him to grab his belongings, which were, already packed, Harry had decided, and was out the door, dropping a small note for the Dursley's onto the kitchen table where they were sure not to miss it.
Lugging his suitcase behind him, and balancing Hedwig's cage on top of the bag, letting the owl fly herself until they got to the underground station. Quickly fishing a few dollars from his pocket he paid the fare and boarded the subway. (A/N- I have no idea what bus fare would cost there!) The tube-like car was nearly empty, and Harry close a seat close enough to the door that he'd be able to get out with minimal hassle. His arms were beginning to hurt from balancing everything, and the hard seat was a surprising relief. After promising himself that he would start flying as soon as he got to the wizarding world, Harry leaned back in the seat and waited for the subway to drop him off a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron.
Diagon Alley was exactly the same as he remembered it, with all the bustling people and the myriad smell and colors invading your senses. Harry looked around, pushing his glasses back up his nose with one spare finger. "Ok.. now I'm here, but.. aw crap, how am I supposed to get to the manor?" Harry berated himself for his lack of foresight, and wrinkled up his brow, searching for someone who might be able to help him. Strangers of every shape, size and color milled around the main street, but nobody Harry recognized. Straining his eyes through the crowd, he thought he saw a flash of familiar black hair, and cringed. "Damnit, it would have been anyone... alright, Potter, this won't be so bad, it's not like he can deduct points during the summer," He told himself bravely, as he walked over to Professor Snape, who was standing near a stall full of strange things that appeared to be fruit.
"Professor," Harry said, a tinge of nervousness evident in his voice. The tall, dark man spun at the familiar voice. "Potter." He said, with a voice like the very words hurt to admit, or say. "Professor, I was just wondering if you could give me some directions, that's all," The look on Snape's face was nearly impossible to read, but eventually he nodded in agreement. "What is it your trying to find?"
"Malfoy Manor." He replied, his voice no longer shaking, and actually finding himself greatful for a face he knew. Snape made a face like he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon. "Just turn up there, turn right, then keep going straight for about 15miles, you can't miss it."
"Thanks Professor," Harry said with a smile, that only made Snape scowl harder.
"Yes, well, you best be off on your way, it dosen't do to be hanging around, people really will think your up to no good."
As he was told, the manor was almost impossible to miss, a giant monolithic building that seemed to go on forever. The last 200 yards seemed the longest, as Harry nervously pulled himself up to the front doors and rang the bell-pull. It only took a moment, and an almost inaudible patter of feet, before a house-elf swung open the door, and ushered Harry inside excitedly. "You be waiting right here, Mr. Potter, and I be going to get the master, he is gonna be so happy to be seeing you again!" The house-elf jumped up and down and sped off down the hall, giving Harry ample time to admire the entryway. With walls of light green, in lovely contrast to the deep wooden walls, and a ceramic floor that lead smoothly into a thick forest green carpet that looked more lush grass then any carpet he had ever seen.
"Harry?" came the soft voice from a few feet away, and he turned to face the glowing features of the love of his life. "Always love, you know I wouldn't leave you." And with that, Draco ran over and hugged Harry tightly, pressing kisses to his lips and everything felt right, they were together again.
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well, how was that? The bit with Snape is for my friend Cory, who's Snape-obsessed! And besides, it worked. I'm not really happy with the way this chapter went, but oh well! I hope you like!
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