Hi! This is Six Underground here, or Six for short. This is my first
slash fic I've posted on FFN, so be gentle please! I love Harry/Draco
couples, and I decided to write one! Yes, this is Slash (like I've said
before), so if you don't like malexmale relationships, stop here and leave.
If you do like this stuff, I hope you enjoy my fic! Will be more pairings
in the future, so don't worry about missing your other fav pairings in this
fic. I would love it if you R&R. I'll stop rambling and let you get on to
my long awaited fic. I worked hard on it, so enjoy!
Disclaimer- *whine* Do I have to? Oh, fine. I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other of the HP series characters (*cry* I wish I did though *cry*). So no suing, I ain't gotta cent.
Chapter 1 The Past and Long Awaited Future
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Harry was in his room sitting on his bed, flipping through one of his schoolbooks. The Dursleys weren't home, having gone to London to shop for the day, and weren't due home for another couple of hours. This gave Harry the perfect opportunity to catch up on his homework. True, he did do some during the night, but he hadn't been able to get all of his books from the cupboard. Besides, most of the time he'd been thinking of things other than school. He put down his book and leaned over to the table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and removed the piece of parchment inside of it. On the parchment was a poem. A poem about a certain silver-eyed Slytherin. He sighed and began to read out loud.
I sat, and stared at the sky thinking about anything and everything. Sometimes I wish I were in a dream, one where I never had to wake up and everything was perfect. Maybe then I could truly be happy, and live day to day with you. You are the one I desire, the one my heart yearns for every second of every day. The one that lights my soul afire, and makes my heart quicken with one look. How I long to feel your touch, to take you in my arms and hold you for all eternity. You are my one true love, and the only one I cannot have. For you see, as much as my heart needs you, you will always consider me your enemy. Since we first met we were enemies, your path in life a complete opposite of mine. You, bound by the chains of your heritage, destined to terrorize others for your master. And me, the boy with too many obligations, destined to defeat that same master for the good of people. I wish I could run away, leave everything behind. Stop being what they want, and discover the true me. If only you would return that fiery love I have for you, and then I could stare into those gray eyes forever. Maybe then, dear Draco, Maybe then will I be free to love you in peace.
Harry finished with a long sigh. Draco had been plaguing his thoughts all summer. It had all started about halfway through his fourth year. The first time he heard Draco laugh. Not a snide laugh, full of cruelty, but a genuine laugh, full of happiness. A happiness that was clearly very not Draco. But all the same, Harry had heard him laugh, and from that moment, everything had changed. Now he had Draco on the mind most all the time. He just couldn't get rid of the feeling inside of him. It hadn't taken him very long to realize what this feeling was. There's no denying it. Harry Potter was in love with his supposed worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.
"Oh Draco. If only you would see how much I love you. Maybe then I could have the chance to capture your heart," Harry said aloud, sighing again.
"Boy!" a growl came from the doorway.
Harry spun around to see his uncle standing there. His face was purple, and he didn't look very happy. Now, Harry regretted saying what he did out loud. He gulped nervously and spoke in a slightly shaky voice.
"H-hello Uncle Vernon. Y-you're back early. Er.can I do anything for you? A sandwich maybe?" Harry said, a tremble passing through him.
"So boy. You're even more screwed up than I thought. I never would have guessed you were a.a." Vernon said angrily, trying to say the word, but failing.
"A homosexual? Yes, I am," Harry supplied the word for his uncle.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!" his uncle spat, and Harry cringed.
"Now uncle, there's really no need to become angry over this," Harry tried in vain to avoid what was about to happen.
It didn't work.
"Like hell there is! I may have to put up one of your abnormalities, but this! I will not tolerate this kind of thing! We'll just have to correct this," his uncle yelled.
Before Harry could protest, his uncle slapped him forcefully across the face. He staggered blinded by tears. He slumped to the floor, his legs finally failing him. That only made him worse off. Vernon had just recently purchased a pair of leather boots, and this was the perfect opportunity to 'break them in'. He kicked Harry hard, who surpressed a groan. The kicking continued for quite some time. When Vernon finally stopped the assault, Harry was covered in black and blue bruises. Blood was trickling from the side of his mouth and from a cut above his right eyebrow. But it didn't stop there. Vernon picked up the Harry's limp body and punched him hard in the mouth. He let Harry's body fall to the floor, where Harry then proceeded to cough up blood all over the carpet.
"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson," his uncle hissed, "And that mess better be cleaned up before your aunt sees it and has a fit. We wouldn't want her to be upset, now, would we?"
"No, sir. I'll have it cleaned up right away," was Harry's only reply. His jaw hurt like hell, and talking only made it worse.
"Good. And remember, no funny business at that school of yours. If I get one more letter from one of those ruddy owls, I'll beat you so bad you won't be able to leave bed for a month. Got it?" Vernon demanded.
"Yes sir," short, choppy replies. It was the only way to keep him out of trouble.
"Now, clean yourself up boy. I want you downstairs starting dinner in 10 minutes," and with that, Vernon left.
~3 Days Later...~
As the images passed before Harry's eyes, he found it hard to believe that was only 3 days ago. At the moment, he was lying in his bed, trying not to move around too much. It hurt to move. That had been the worst beating he had ever received, and he was not about to forget it. He had a large bruise on his cheek. There were assorted cuts and bruises all over his legs, arms, chest and stomach. His whole body seemed to scream with pain. And not just physical pain.
The emotional scars his aunt and uncle had left over the years was becoming innumerable. Especially over the past summer. Petunia was always finding some reason to screech at him and lock him in his room with no meals. Dudley's taunts had become more frequent, and he had broken Harry's nose several times. Vernon was the worst though. He had begun to beat Harry. Frequently. Sometimes over seemingly unimportant matters. Harry once burned the toast, and then couldn't get out of bed for the next 5 days.
Why? Because the Dursley's started to believe no one would harm them. They figured everyone Harry ever dropped hints about, Minister Fudge, Dumbledore, even Sirius, were all fake. Just people Harry had made up to keep himself from being harmed.
Harry turned his head to look at his clock, earning several loud cracks in his neck. He glanced at the clock. 2:39am. Harry sighed painfully and looked at his calendar. And for the first time during the entire summer, Harry smiled genuinely. Only 2 days left until Hogwarts. 2 more days, and he'd be able to return to the only place he found peace. His home, the place where he belonged. In 2 more days, he'd be able to see all his friends. In 2 more days, he'd be able to see his secret love. Who knows what would happen this year. And with that thought in his head, Harry drifted into a peaceful sleep. His first peaceful sleep in 2 months..
~*
Six: And there you have it! The end of the first chapter!
Harry: Man, I really got the shit beaten out of me. You are so cruel! *looks down at floor sadly*
Six: Oh, cheer up Harry! I have plenty of good things in store for you!
Harry: *raises head* Really?
Six: Of course not.
Harry: *hangs head* Oh...
Six: Haha, I'm just kidding. You're so gullible Harry!
Harry: *blushes* Shut up.
Six: Well, that's it for now people! Don't forget to review! If you do, I'll love you forever! See ya!
Disclaimer- *whine* Do I have to? Oh, fine. I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other of the HP series characters (*cry* I wish I did though *cry*). So no suing, I ain't gotta cent.
Chapter 1 The Past and Long Awaited Future
~*
Harry was in his room sitting on his bed, flipping through one of his schoolbooks. The Dursleys weren't home, having gone to London to shop for the day, and weren't due home for another couple of hours. This gave Harry the perfect opportunity to catch up on his homework. True, he did do some during the night, but he hadn't been able to get all of his books from the cupboard. Besides, most of the time he'd been thinking of things other than school. He put down his book and leaned over to the table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and removed the piece of parchment inside of it. On the parchment was a poem. A poem about a certain silver-eyed Slytherin. He sighed and began to read out loud.
I sat, and stared at the sky thinking about anything and everything. Sometimes I wish I were in a dream, one where I never had to wake up and everything was perfect. Maybe then I could truly be happy, and live day to day with you. You are the one I desire, the one my heart yearns for every second of every day. The one that lights my soul afire, and makes my heart quicken with one look. How I long to feel your touch, to take you in my arms and hold you for all eternity. You are my one true love, and the only one I cannot have. For you see, as much as my heart needs you, you will always consider me your enemy. Since we first met we were enemies, your path in life a complete opposite of mine. You, bound by the chains of your heritage, destined to terrorize others for your master. And me, the boy with too many obligations, destined to defeat that same master for the good of people. I wish I could run away, leave everything behind. Stop being what they want, and discover the true me. If only you would return that fiery love I have for you, and then I could stare into those gray eyes forever. Maybe then, dear Draco, Maybe then will I be free to love you in peace.
Harry finished with a long sigh. Draco had been plaguing his thoughts all summer. It had all started about halfway through his fourth year. The first time he heard Draco laugh. Not a snide laugh, full of cruelty, but a genuine laugh, full of happiness. A happiness that was clearly very not Draco. But all the same, Harry had heard him laugh, and from that moment, everything had changed. Now he had Draco on the mind most all the time. He just couldn't get rid of the feeling inside of him. It hadn't taken him very long to realize what this feeling was. There's no denying it. Harry Potter was in love with his supposed worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.
"Oh Draco. If only you would see how much I love you. Maybe then I could have the chance to capture your heart," Harry said aloud, sighing again.
"Boy!" a growl came from the doorway.
Harry spun around to see his uncle standing there. His face was purple, and he didn't look very happy. Now, Harry regretted saying what he did out loud. He gulped nervously and spoke in a slightly shaky voice.
"H-hello Uncle Vernon. Y-you're back early. Er.can I do anything for you? A sandwich maybe?" Harry said, a tremble passing through him.
"So boy. You're even more screwed up than I thought. I never would have guessed you were a.a." Vernon said angrily, trying to say the word, but failing.
"A homosexual? Yes, I am," Harry supplied the word for his uncle.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!" his uncle spat, and Harry cringed.
"Now uncle, there's really no need to become angry over this," Harry tried in vain to avoid what was about to happen.
It didn't work.
"Like hell there is! I may have to put up one of your abnormalities, but this! I will not tolerate this kind of thing! We'll just have to correct this," his uncle yelled.
Before Harry could protest, his uncle slapped him forcefully across the face. He staggered blinded by tears. He slumped to the floor, his legs finally failing him. That only made him worse off. Vernon had just recently purchased a pair of leather boots, and this was the perfect opportunity to 'break them in'. He kicked Harry hard, who surpressed a groan. The kicking continued for quite some time. When Vernon finally stopped the assault, Harry was covered in black and blue bruises. Blood was trickling from the side of his mouth and from a cut above his right eyebrow. But it didn't stop there. Vernon picked up the Harry's limp body and punched him hard in the mouth. He let Harry's body fall to the floor, where Harry then proceeded to cough up blood all over the carpet.
"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson," his uncle hissed, "And that mess better be cleaned up before your aunt sees it and has a fit. We wouldn't want her to be upset, now, would we?"
"No, sir. I'll have it cleaned up right away," was Harry's only reply. His jaw hurt like hell, and talking only made it worse.
"Good. And remember, no funny business at that school of yours. If I get one more letter from one of those ruddy owls, I'll beat you so bad you won't be able to leave bed for a month. Got it?" Vernon demanded.
"Yes sir," short, choppy replies. It was the only way to keep him out of trouble.
"Now, clean yourself up boy. I want you downstairs starting dinner in 10 minutes," and with that, Vernon left.
~3 Days Later...~
As the images passed before Harry's eyes, he found it hard to believe that was only 3 days ago. At the moment, he was lying in his bed, trying not to move around too much. It hurt to move. That had been the worst beating he had ever received, and he was not about to forget it. He had a large bruise on his cheek. There were assorted cuts and bruises all over his legs, arms, chest and stomach. His whole body seemed to scream with pain. And not just physical pain.
The emotional scars his aunt and uncle had left over the years was becoming innumerable. Especially over the past summer. Petunia was always finding some reason to screech at him and lock him in his room with no meals. Dudley's taunts had become more frequent, and he had broken Harry's nose several times. Vernon was the worst though. He had begun to beat Harry. Frequently. Sometimes over seemingly unimportant matters. Harry once burned the toast, and then couldn't get out of bed for the next 5 days.
Why? Because the Dursley's started to believe no one would harm them. They figured everyone Harry ever dropped hints about, Minister Fudge, Dumbledore, even Sirius, were all fake. Just people Harry had made up to keep himself from being harmed.
Harry turned his head to look at his clock, earning several loud cracks in his neck. He glanced at the clock. 2:39am. Harry sighed painfully and looked at his calendar. And for the first time during the entire summer, Harry smiled genuinely. Only 2 days left until Hogwarts. 2 more days, and he'd be able to return to the only place he found peace. His home, the place where he belonged. In 2 more days, he'd be able to see all his friends. In 2 more days, he'd be able to see his secret love. Who knows what would happen this year. And with that thought in his head, Harry drifted into a peaceful sleep. His first peaceful sleep in 2 months..
~*
Six: And there you have it! The end of the first chapter!
Harry: Man, I really got the shit beaten out of me. You are so cruel! *looks down at floor sadly*
Six: Oh, cheer up Harry! I have plenty of good things in store for you!
Harry: *raises head* Really?
Six: Of course not.
Harry: *hangs head* Oh...
Six: Haha, I'm just kidding. You're so gullible Harry!
Harry: *blushes* Shut up.
Six: Well, that's it for now people! Don't forget to review! If you do, I'll love you forever! See ya!
