WARNING: This contains SLASH, well, in later chapters. Besides that, it also contains long-windedness, just try and see. Yes, for a 14-year old, I'm almost as long-winded as my grandmother. -.- I am SO not Happy.
DISCLAIMER: Bloody hell! I own nothing.
Title: Never been Weirder
Author: Sapphiryn Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: We'll see, mostly minor ones so far.
Summary: (Eventual H/D slash) Draco Malfoy, wanting to try out living a muggle life, chooses to appear at the Dursleys, and will be staying till school re-opens! Apart from a temporary truce between the two enemies, Harry's life gets a little less boring with midnight visits to Knockturn alley, and other odd things like pillow fights and Malfoy trying to adjust to living with the Weasleys for two weeks! What leads to a temporary friendship, could then lead to something more lasting!
AHEM.**clears throat** READ AND REVIEW, DAMNIT!
CHAPTER 1-
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Harry Potter had gotten a big shock when Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy aside from Voldemort, turned up on the doorstep of no. 4 Privet Drive with his almost equally as hated Aunt Marge. Of course, he had no idea Aunt Marge had been bewitched, and apparently Vernon Dursely didn't notice anything different and invited his sister and the boy next to her to come in and sit down.
Harry had been peering down at the doorway from the top of the stairs all the while, and almost lost his balance when Draco spotted him, and gave him an unmistakable smirk. Harry crept out of sight, but didn't go back to his room. He didn't notice the two trunks hidden behind Aunt Marge's portly figure.
In the living room, Dudley had managed to waddle over to his Aunt, who gave him a wet smoochy kiss on the cheek. "Let me take your luggage, Aunt Marge," he said. Aunt Marge laughed, which made all the furniture rumble, and Vernon laughed along with her, making it like an earthquake. "The luggage isn't her's, son. Aunt Marge isn't staying," Vernon said. Aunt Petunia now made her entrance, greeted her sister-in-law, and resisted all temptations to pinch the cheeks of the fair-haired boy who was supposedly one of her relations.
After a short conversation, from which Harry still had no clue as to why Malfoy was here, Aunt Marge declared that she had to leave. To Harry's amazement and anger, she left Malfoy sitting in the Dursley's squishy couch. That set off a curiousity alarm.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE!"
Uncle Vernon barked, and Harry rushed down the stairs, stumbling over a large metal piece from one of Dudley's playthings. Malfoy was still seated on the couch as Uncle Vernon explained the situation, pretty much making everything clear. What Harry couldn't catch was the long and very snooty-sounding name that Uncle Vernon had addressed Malfoy with. He almost sniggered to himself as he thought, //might as well have let him be called Draco Malfoy, it's shorter and so much easier to pronounce.// Still, he wasn't feeling at all happy.
"... and you will move into Dudley's room, so that our guest may have a room to himself." Harry said "What?" as politely as he could manage while Dudley started wailing. He had only realized Uncle Vernon was still speaking until a while ago. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, ignoring the wails. " I SAID... " he was about to repeat when Malfoy interrupted him.
"It's alright, Mr. Dursley, Your son can keep his room to himself. If no one minds, I can stay with him." And he looked in Harry's direction. "But... but..." Uncle Vernon couldn't refuse, or his self-image of a good host would be ruined. Harry's eyes were focused on a pair of wooden ducks on the windowsill, but he was clenching and unclenching his fists, which made it pretty obvious that he wasn't pleased with the results of his own prediction of Uncle Vernon's decision. Dudley had shut up, and a grin stretched over his ugly, pasty face.
"If you don't mind...but... " Uncle Vernon trailed off. He wasn't about to reveal Harry's 'shameful past', which needed no worrying about. Malfoy knew almost everything about Harry's past which could be used as a weapon against Harry, as something to provoke him and most likely get him into trouble.
Malfoy smiled brightly, displaying acting skills which contrasted sharply against his true character. "All settled!" He chirped. Harry wanted to gag. //And that git is going to be staying in my room. Till school re-opens! Dudley is bad enough, but this...// "Harry! Help our guest bring his luggage to your room. And mind you, there's still the car to clean, and your Aunt want's you to..." Harry put on his mental ear plugs and made his way over to the two trunks. //Wait, add Uncle Vernon to the list of problems as well...//
Harry was dragging and pulling one of the trunks up the stairs, when Malfoy walked up to the other end, and grabbed hold of the other handle. "Move it Potter," he drawled. "I wouldn't be helping you if I didn't want to get upstairs and take a look at the condition of our room." A loud slap announced that Dudley had seated himself at the foot of the stairs. Already irritated by all the sudden events, Harry snapped at him, "help us for once, will ya?" Dudley, eager to make a good impression on Malfoy, dragged himself over to the other trunk and pulled at a handle. The trunk hardly budged. After all, tough as he looked, Dudley was just a massive lump of fat, muscles not included.
* * * * *
As the door closed behind the both of them, Harry wished he could tell Malfoy to get out. He couldn't, because now the room was shared by the both of them, and he was very sure that if he tried, he'd be back in the dark cupboard under the stairs where he had lived for most of his life.
Harry's curiousity was overtaking his ability to think, so he decided to ask the one, very simple question and get over with it. "What ARE you doing here, Malfoy?"
Malfoy smirked again, "Father couldn't wait to get rid of me..." he said, making that particular piece of information sound just about as redundant as a glass of iced water in the north pole. He crossed the room and sat on Harry's bed, crossing his legs. It was then that Harry realized what the spare mattress was doing in his room. "Father is going to be busy for a very long time, he was going to send me to my cousin's mansion to stay. "
"So why didn't you go?" //Would save me a whole lot of trouble too.//
Malfoy looked out of the small window. "I told him I was bored with my usual life. I told him I wanted to come here. To bother you. To make your life even more miserable. 'Go ahead,' he said. 'Go be a nuisance, but just make sure you won't bother me.' He arranged everything." Harry wanted to grab Malfoy by the neck and strangle him, but he refused to. Malfoy's expression didn't exactly show that he was here to be a nuisance, more like he really did want to escape his usual life.
From what he had heard, life with the Malfoys wasn't that great either. Minus the servants, the mansion, the atmosphere that was filled with dark magic... Harry wasn't too sure how far this was true, but he decided to hold onto that and see how everything went. He suddenly felt very awkward with the sudden silence. Dudley was probabaly messing around in his own room, and Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were probably in the kitchen.
Harry got startled when Malfoy decided to confess. "Okay Potter, I do hate my home. I hate everything, my mother, my father, hell, every damned thing they own." Harry's mind went blank. Malfoy continued speaking, "So just let me stay here, I won't hinder your life, I'll even cut off all the insults, for a whole damned month. You can even pretend I'm invisible, I might even resort to treating you as my friend." He paused to take a breath, and looked up into Harry's eyes. He looked slightly lost. "Yes?" He asked softly, hardly his usual uncaring self.
Harry made his decision. "Yes."
He looked at the decaying floorboards.
* * * * *
Throughout the rest of the day, the Dursleys had been fairly nice to Harry, but only in Malfoy's presensce. He still had to weed the garden, clean Uncle Vernon's car, and do the rest of his usual jobs.
He went through dinner without eating less than what everyone else had, which was partially due to the fact that the Dursley's hadn't forgotten about Sirius Black. Uncle Vernon had finally learnt not to tell corny jokes during dinner, so Dudley's munching could be heard loud and clear. Aunt Petunia told him to 'chew nicely, and watch your manners.'
Before and during dinner, Malfoy did his best to act as if he wasn't there. Definately not what Harry was thinking he would really do. Despite listening to those couple of sentences from Malfoy, part of him still believed that he was really here to wreak havoc and cause even more chaos in Harry's life.
Draco Malfoy did not exactly enjoy himself very much. Compared to his own, usual life, muggle life was so mundane. Boring. Just what he needed, but this was too extreme for his liking. He could tell by the way Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye, that he wasn't pleased himself. That was expected. He was probably puzzled even further by Malfoy's sudden change in behaviour. //You mean he was ACTING the whole time?! Hell, that's impossible!// He scrubbed harder at the kitchen counter. Draco Malfoy, heheh, 'Slytherin Prince', (Author: _o) behaving like a statue. Hardly moving, always watching.
Uncle Vernon had introduced Malfoy to one of the greatest muggle inventions of all time: the television. "keeps the rowdiest kids quiet for a little longer," he had declared, then doubted that this polite and handsome young man would ever be found even an inch away from 'rowdiness'. Malfoy had spent 3 hours straight watching ridiculous gameshows and silly cartoons. After that, he rubbed his eyes sore, and hypothesized that 'The famous Harry Potter' wore spectacles because of that. 'The famous Harry Potter' had probably watched less than 5 hours of television in his life, making it higly impossible that the TV was the cause of his poor eyesight.
After washing the dirty dishes from dinner, Harry went up to his room and closed the door gently behind him. Another of Uncle Vernon's Guidelines to an Invisible-Harry life: minimal noise. It meant venting his anger on things which made a lot less noise than a slamming door, like pillows, for example. The problem with that was Aunt Petunia would make his life even more unpleasant if she found a mess of feathers and fluff, which happened to look suspiciously like the stuffings of a pillow. She would brand him a criminal, which had been done many times over anyway.
A short while later, there was a soft knocking on his door and Draco Malfoy came in as quietly as he had come up the stairs.
* * * * *
A small advantage of having a guest staying it your room: It ensured Privacy. From Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin. No more sharp rapping of knuckles on the door, and no one bursting suddenly into the room to check on him. No privacy from Malfoy though, but Harry didn't need much of it. It wasn't as if he kept top-secret military weapons in his bedroom anyway. He didn't even keep a secret diary.
Servant by day, student by night. Being the Boy who Lived didn't give Harry a license to ditch all his homework. The only sound in the silence of the night was the scratching from a pair of quills. Being favoured by the head of Slytherin house didn't give Malfoy a license to do so either. Companiable silence. Almost. Harry found it much easier to concentrate on his herbology essay without having to write under a torchlight under his blanket. Perhaps his eyesight would improve! He almost laughed at the thought.
After working in silence for over two hours. Malfoy snapped his potions textbook shut and dropped it on the bed. He yawned and stretched like a cat. Harry continued writing about the made-up adventures of a non-existant wizard and the number of dangerous plant life he had faced. Interesting essay, but he had to describe the plants in great detail, as well as any unusual properties, and how to defeat them if they attacked.
Malfoy got a small container out from his trunk and made his way towards the door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked without looking up. Malfoy gave him a mishchievious grin.
"exploring."
The Dursleys were all fast alseep by now. And Malfoy had just confessed that he wanted to go wandering around Knockturn Alley? "Are you crazy?" Harry hissed at him. If this was only the first day, he didn't want to think about after 3 days. "Well, I did find out that Arthur Weasley conveniantly left the ecleptic or electic fire plugged into the floo network... "
Harry hesitated. He was really feeling stressed. Just 2 days ago, he had almost threatened Dudley with a kitchen knife. Since Malfoy was here, and not to mess his life up further, he might as well take advantage of it. //Malfoy IS acting a little odd...// A wide grin spread over his face. //Let's have some fun.// Then he realized this could all be a huge trap. He walked towards Malfoy, Voldemort could be out there for all he cared. He was tired of being the Boy who Lived.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Ya, no need to flame. The lack of reviews is a clear enough indication that no one's reading this. Well, feel free to spot mistakes and all. -.-
DISCLAIMER: Bloody hell! I own nothing.
Title: Never been Weirder
Author: Sapphiryn Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: We'll see, mostly minor ones so far.
Summary: (Eventual H/D slash) Draco Malfoy, wanting to try out living a muggle life, chooses to appear at the Dursleys, and will be staying till school re-opens! Apart from a temporary truce between the two enemies, Harry's life gets a little less boring with midnight visits to Knockturn alley, and other odd things like pillow fights and Malfoy trying to adjust to living with the Weasleys for two weeks! What leads to a temporary friendship, could then lead to something more lasting!
AHEM.**clears throat** READ AND REVIEW, DAMNIT!
CHAPTER 1-
* * * * *
Harry Potter had gotten a big shock when Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy aside from Voldemort, turned up on the doorstep of no. 4 Privet Drive with his almost equally as hated Aunt Marge. Of course, he had no idea Aunt Marge had been bewitched, and apparently Vernon Dursely didn't notice anything different and invited his sister and the boy next to her to come in and sit down.
Harry had been peering down at the doorway from the top of the stairs all the while, and almost lost his balance when Draco spotted him, and gave him an unmistakable smirk. Harry crept out of sight, but didn't go back to his room. He didn't notice the two trunks hidden behind Aunt Marge's portly figure.
In the living room, Dudley had managed to waddle over to his Aunt, who gave him a wet smoochy kiss on the cheek. "Let me take your luggage, Aunt Marge," he said. Aunt Marge laughed, which made all the furniture rumble, and Vernon laughed along with her, making it like an earthquake. "The luggage isn't her's, son. Aunt Marge isn't staying," Vernon said. Aunt Petunia now made her entrance, greeted her sister-in-law, and resisted all temptations to pinch the cheeks of the fair-haired boy who was supposedly one of her relations.
After a short conversation, from which Harry still had no clue as to why Malfoy was here, Aunt Marge declared that she had to leave. To Harry's amazement and anger, she left Malfoy sitting in the Dursley's squishy couch. That set off a curiousity alarm.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE!"
Uncle Vernon barked, and Harry rushed down the stairs, stumbling over a large metal piece from one of Dudley's playthings. Malfoy was still seated on the couch as Uncle Vernon explained the situation, pretty much making everything clear. What Harry couldn't catch was the long and very snooty-sounding name that Uncle Vernon had addressed Malfoy with. He almost sniggered to himself as he thought, //might as well have let him be called Draco Malfoy, it's shorter and so much easier to pronounce.// Still, he wasn't feeling at all happy.
"... and you will move into Dudley's room, so that our guest may have a room to himself." Harry said "What?" as politely as he could manage while Dudley started wailing. He had only realized Uncle Vernon was still speaking until a while ago. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, ignoring the wails. " I SAID... " he was about to repeat when Malfoy interrupted him.
"It's alright, Mr. Dursley, Your son can keep his room to himself. If no one minds, I can stay with him." And he looked in Harry's direction. "But... but..." Uncle Vernon couldn't refuse, or his self-image of a good host would be ruined. Harry's eyes were focused on a pair of wooden ducks on the windowsill, but he was clenching and unclenching his fists, which made it pretty obvious that he wasn't pleased with the results of his own prediction of Uncle Vernon's decision. Dudley had shut up, and a grin stretched over his ugly, pasty face.
"If you don't mind...but... " Uncle Vernon trailed off. He wasn't about to reveal Harry's 'shameful past', which needed no worrying about. Malfoy knew almost everything about Harry's past which could be used as a weapon against Harry, as something to provoke him and most likely get him into trouble.
Malfoy smiled brightly, displaying acting skills which contrasted sharply against his true character. "All settled!" He chirped. Harry wanted to gag. //And that git is going to be staying in my room. Till school re-opens! Dudley is bad enough, but this...// "Harry! Help our guest bring his luggage to your room. And mind you, there's still the car to clean, and your Aunt want's you to..." Harry put on his mental ear plugs and made his way over to the two trunks. //Wait, add Uncle Vernon to the list of problems as well...//
Harry was dragging and pulling one of the trunks up the stairs, when Malfoy walked up to the other end, and grabbed hold of the other handle. "Move it Potter," he drawled. "I wouldn't be helping you if I didn't want to get upstairs and take a look at the condition of our room." A loud slap announced that Dudley had seated himself at the foot of the stairs. Already irritated by all the sudden events, Harry snapped at him, "help us for once, will ya?" Dudley, eager to make a good impression on Malfoy, dragged himself over to the other trunk and pulled at a handle. The trunk hardly budged. After all, tough as he looked, Dudley was just a massive lump of fat, muscles not included.
* * * * *
As the door closed behind the both of them, Harry wished he could tell Malfoy to get out. He couldn't, because now the room was shared by the both of them, and he was very sure that if he tried, he'd be back in the dark cupboard under the stairs where he had lived for most of his life.
Harry's curiousity was overtaking his ability to think, so he decided to ask the one, very simple question and get over with it. "What ARE you doing here, Malfoy?"
Malfoy smirked again, "Father couldn't wait to get rid of me..." he said, making that particular piece of information sound just about as redundant as a glass of iced water in the north pole. He crossed the room and sat on Harry's bed, crossing his legs. It was then that Harry realized what the spare mattress was doing in his room. "Father is going to be busy for a very long time, he was going to send me to my cousin's mansion to stay. "
"So why didn't you go?" //Would save me a whole lot of trouble too.//
Malfoy looked out of the small window. "I told him I was bored with my usual life. I told him I wanted to come here. To bother you. To make your life even more miserable. 'Go ahead,' he said. 'Go be a nuisance, but just make sure you won't bother me.' He arranged everything." Harry wanted to grab Malfoy by the neck and strangle him, but he refused to. Malfoy's expression didn't exactly show that he was here to be a nuisance, more like he really did want to escape his usual life.
From what he had heard, life with the Malfoys wasn't that great either. Minus the servants, the mansion, the atmosphere that was filled with dark magic... Harry wasn't too sure how far this was true, but he decided to hold onto that and see how everything went. He suddenly felt very awkward with the sudden silence. Dudley was probabaly messing around in his own room, and Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were probably in the kitchen.
Harry got startled when Malfoy decided to confess. "Okay Potter, I do hate my home. I hate everything, my mother, my father, hell, every damned thing they own." Harry's mind went blank. Malfoy continued speaking, "So just let me stay here, I won't hinder your life, I'll even cut off all the insults, for a whole damned month. You can even pretend I'm invisible, I might even resort to treating you as my friend." He paused to take a breath, and looked up into Harry's eyes. He looked slightly lost. "Yes?" He asked softly, hardly his usual uncaring self.
Harry made his decision. "Yes."
He looked at the decaying floorboards.
* * * * *
Throughout the rest of the day, the Dursleys had been fairly nice to Harry, but only in Malfoy's presensce. He still had to weed the garden, clean Uncle Vernon's car, and do the rest of his usual jobs.
He went through dinner without eating less than what everyone else had, which was partially due to the fact that the Dursley's hadn't forgotten about Sirius Black. Uncle Vernon had finally learnt not to tell corny jokes during dinner, so Dudley's munching could be heard loud and clear. Aunt Petunia told him to 'chew nicely, and watch your manners.'
Before and during dinner, Malfoy did his best to act as if he wasn't there. Definately not what Harry was thinking he would really do. Despite listening to those couple of sentences from Malfoy, part of him still believed that he was really here to wreak havoc and cause even more chaos in Harry's life.
Draco Malfoy did not exactly enjoy himself very much. Compared to his own, usual life, muggle life was so mundane. Boring. Just what he needed, but this was too extreme for his liking. He could tell by the way Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye, that he wasn't pleased himself. That was expected. He was probably puzzled even further by Malfoy's sudden change in behaviour. //You mean he was ACTING the whole time?! Hell, that's impossible!// He scrubbed harder at the kitchen counter. Draco Malfoy, heheh, 'Slytherin Prince', (Author: _o) behaving like a statue. Hardly moving, always watching.
Uncle Vernon had introduced Malfoy to one of the greatest muggle inventions of all time: the television. "keeps the rowdiest kids quiet for a little longer," he had declared, then doubted that this polite and handsome young man would ever be found even an inch away from 'rowdiness'. Malfoy had spent 3 hours straight watching ridiculous gameshows and silly cartoons. After that, he rubbed his eyes sore, and hypothesized that 'The famous Harry Potter' wore spectacles because of that. 'The famous Harry Potter' had probably watched less than 5 hours of television in his life, making it higly impossible that the TV was the cause of his poor eyesight.
After washing the dirty dishes from dinner, Harry went up to his room and closed the door gently behind him. Another of Uncle Vernon's Guidelines to an Invisible-Harry life: minimal noise. It meant venting his anger on things which made a lot less noise than a slamming door, like pillows, for example. The problem with that was Aunt Petunia would make his life even more unpleasant if she found a mess of feathers and fluff, which happened to look suspiciously like the stuffings of a pillow. She would brand him a criminal, which had been done many times over anyway.
A short while later, there was a soft knocking on his door and Draco Malfoy came in as quietly as he had come up the stairs.
* * * * *
A small advantage of having a guest staying it your room: It ensured Privacy. From Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin. No more sharp rapping of knuckles on the door, and no one bursting suddenly into the room to check on him. No privacy from Malfoy though, but Harry didn't need much of it. It wasn't as if he kept top-secret military weapons in his bedroom anyway. He didn't even keep a secret diary.
Servant by day, student by night. Being the Boy who Lived didn't give Harry a license to ditch all his homework. The only sound in the silence of the night was the scratching from a pair of quills. Being favoured by the head of Slytherin house didn't give Malfoy a license to do so either. Companiable silence. Almost. Harry found it much easier to concentrate on his herbology essay without having to write under a torchlight under his blanket. Perhaps his eyesight would improve! He almost laughed at the thought.
After working in silence for over two hours. Malfoy snapped his potions textbook shut and dropped it on the bed. He yawned and stretched like a cat. Harry continued writing about the made-up adventures of a non-existant wizard and the number of dangerous plant life he had faced. Interesting essay, but he had to describe the plants in great detail, as well as any unusual properties, and how to defeat them if they attacked.
Malfoy got a small container out from his trunk and made his way towards the door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked without looking up. Malfoy gave him a mishchievious grin.
"exploring."
The Dursleys were all fast alseep by now. And Malfoy had just confessed that he wanted to go wandering around Knockturn Alley? "Are you crazy?" Harry hissed at him. If this was only the first day, he didn't want to think about after 3 days. "Well, I did find out that Arthur Weasley conveniantly left the ecleptic or electic fire plugged into the floo network... "
Harry hesitated. He was really feeling stressed. Just 2 days ago, he had almost threatened Dudley with a kitchen knife. Since Malfoy was here, and not to mess his life up further, he might as well take advantage of it. //Malfoy IS acting a little odd...// A wide grin spread over his face. //Let's have some fun.// Then he realized this could all be a huge trap. He walked towards Malfoy, Voldemort could be out there for all he cared. He was tired of being the Boy who Lived.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Ya, no need to flame. The lack of reviews is a clear enough indication that no one's reading this. Well, feel free to spot mistakes and all. -.-
