The Definition of Defiance
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the goddess that owns the rights to these wonderful characters. I just play with them and put them back right where she left them.
Warning: This will be a slash story for those who care. For those of you who don't know, a slash story involves a same-sex relationship between two characters. If you don't like if or find it offensive in any manner whatsoever, get your knickers out of twist and go somewhere else. Everyone else, feel free to read.
A/N: This is a birthday present for my baby sister who called me up one day and said, "Don't you think Harry and Draco should be together? It's so obvious!" And because I don't like romances without a plot, it'll be a few chapters before it happens. Trust me....and reviews and comments are always appreciated.
Chapter One (right after the train returns to the station in London)
In the quiet of the afternoon, as children rush into the arms of their parents there are two among them who do not look forward to what the summer holds in store for them. It's painful listening the laughter at the reunited, there is nothing but pain in both of their futures. Old men tell of tales how grand heroes rise above all odds to go beyond their fate. What they often forget to mention in their tales of glory and honor, is that fate does not like to be defied. For every thousand men trying to change their destiny, only one makes it. Two children are going to fight for that right, and only one will become the hero in this tale.
-in-
Draco could hear the laughter of Harry and his friends as they got of the train, leaving him motionless and trapped on the floor of the carriage, the two massive lumps of bulk of Goyle and Crabbe pinning him helplessly. The pain was excruciating and it wasn't long before he passed out once more, dimly hearing the food cart witch's cry of exclamation at finding their prone bodies.
-in-
It was going to be the start of a very good summer holiday, Harry could feel it. Not only had all of them managed to thoroughly humiliate his worst enemy but he was sure that he could convince Dumbledore to let him stay at the Burrows earlier this year.
"That was bloody fantastic!" Ron laughed, slapping Harry on the back as they dragged their bags down to where Mrs. Weasley was waiting.
"What was so fantastic dear?" The rather stout and red-faced woman asked good-naturedly distributing kisses, and smoothing down hair randomly. "Just took care of a few rodents running around in the train, Mum." Fred grinned, winking at the rest of them.
"There's Mum and Dad!" Hermione waved wildly at her parents who had once again been cornered by Mr. Weasley. She gave each boy a quick hug and hauled her cat under her arm, calling over her shoulder. "Don't forget to owl me, perhaps we can get together this year!"
Harry waved at her retreating back, and scanned the area for his family taking all of four seconds to find the combined bulks of his Uncle and Dudley, showing just a tiny slip of Aunt Petunia. His uncle looked particularly irritated and Harry decided to hurry before it got any worse.
"Bye, Ron. Owl me when you get a chance." Harry headed towards his family, pushing his cart when a prickle on the back of his neck made him turn around.
Lucius Malfoy was standing by the train car that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were in looking particularly displeased. His normally pale face was now dead white and his blue eyes glinted like shaved glass. Mute faced servants carried out each student in their arms, making no indication of having seen Harry, let alone anyone else in the building.
"Boy!" Harry flinched and turned to look at Lucius. "Boy!" The older man paused, as if suddenly aware that the entire station had fallen silent to listen to them speak. "I want you to know that no one humiliates a Malfoy. No one."
"Boy!" Harry started at his Uncle's voice, and saw the Dursleys leaving the building, not having heard anything that took place just meters away. "Get going, we need to be home in time for the prime telly shows."
"Yes sir." Harry stumbled forward with his things, unnerved by how much the two men sounded alike, and it was almost a look of pity that Harry threw at Draco as he saw the boy drive off in a tinted limousine.
-in-
Summer holidays had gone off without too much bother since Dudley was too busy being occupied with a health regime that the doctor had finally insisted upon. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view) leaving both Aunt Petunia and his Uncle Vernon coping with a very irritated boy who had been forced to give up the sweets he loved and walk several kilometers a day. Harry had not minded a bit since it gave him time to finish up his homework that his teachers had set without any of the usual, doing it in secret at night with a torch.
About a month before school was scheduled to start Harry started to look out the window for an owl from Ron asking him to come and spend the rest of the holidays with him. Errol finally arrived at the end of the week, looking utterly exhausted to where even Hedwig took pity on him, and let him have the cage to rest while she took up residence on Harry's shoulder. Harry opened the letter eagerly, scanning Ron's wide scrawl.
Hello Harry!!
You'll never believe what happened! I'm going to be a prefect next year! Me!! Mum and Dad are ecstatic and even Percy can't find anything bad to say about it. The twins are giving me grief about it, but I don't care. I never thought that I would be a prefect, to be honest. Hermione sent me an owl (and one to you I suspect) that she's become a prefect too. Sorry that you didn't get in Harry, but perhaps its better this way. Anyway, all of the prefects are called in two weeks before school starts to get everything sorted out. Training, according to Percy and Bill. Mum said, and I did, that if you still want to come and spend two weeks with me and Herms, and the last two with Ginny and the twins, it's fine. I told Mum that I wasn't sure if you were willing to hang around with Gin for two weeks because she's become awfully annoying lately. Owl me with Hedwig because it'll take that pathetic excuse of an owl almost a week to recover.
Cheers!
Ron
Hedwig nibbled Harry's ear affectionately, peering over his shoulder at the letter that had made her master's good mood change so drastically. Ruffling her downy feathers Harry petted her soft head, kissing her beak. "Well, what do you think? A month here, or two weeks with Hermione and Ron and two weeks with Gin and the rest of the Weasley clan?"
The wall shuddered, as Dudley came scrambling up the stairs and slammed the door. His parents flew up the stairs behind him, banging on the door as Harry caught a whiff of chocolate something or other.
Grinning, Harry started writing his reply to Ron.
-in-
"Who are you?" The voice was chilled, brittle as it addressed the panting figure before it.
"I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy dynasty and a pureblood."
"Wrong." A drop of spittle flew from Lucius' mouth to his son's face. "You are not worthy of the blood that runs in your veins." He grabbed Draco's arm and ran a fingernail across the wrist, wiping the blood up with his finger. "You must earn this blood. Taste it." Draco fought back a flinch as his father ran the blood across his lips. "You must crave to be worthy of this blood. Now get up!"
It had not been a good summer for Draco. He had woken up to see his father in a rage, furious that his son had been humiliated by one Harry Potter and those awful Weasleys. Publically humiliated. Lucius Malfoy had spent the summer ensuring that it wouldn't happen again. "Get up! This year I will no longer tolerate anything put perfection. No filthy mudblood will exceed you in class. Harry Potter will be beaten in Quidditch. Anything else and I will have to wash my hands of you and send you to a tutor who can work with you."
The threat lingered in the air, and he forced down a surge of hate for his father. Something must have shown in his eyes because his father leaned down until they were standing face to face. "Hate me if you must child, but I will not let you fall prey to the death of most of our compatriots. Lord Voldemort is here and will call you before long. To be found wanting with him is to find your death. Now get up and do it again."
-end of chapter one-
A/N: As always reviews are cherished and loved...feed your writer!
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the goddess that owns the rights to these wonderful characters. I just play with them and put them back right where she left them.
Warning: This will be a slash story for those who care. For those of you who don't know, a slash story involves a same-sex relationship between two characters. If you don't like if or find it offensive in any manner whatsoever, get your knickers out of twist and go somewhere else. Everyone else, feel free to read.
A/N: This is a birthday present for my baby sister who called me up one day and said, "Don't you think Harry and Draco should be together? It's so obvious!" And because I don't like romances without a plot, it'll be a few chapters before it happens. Trust me....and reviews and comments are always appreciated.
Chapter One (right after the train returns to the station in London)
In the quiet of the afternoon, as children rush into the arms of their parents there are two among them who do not look forward to what the summer holds in store for them. It's painful listening the laughter at the reunited, there is nothing but pain in both of their futures. Old men tell of tales how grand heroes rise above all odds to go beyond their fate. What they often forget to mention in their tales of glory and honor, is that fate does not like to be defied. For every thousand men trying to change their destiny, only one makes it. Two children are going to fight for that right, and only one will become the hero in this tale.
-in-
Draco could hear the laughter of Harry and his friends as they got of the train, leaving him motionless and trapped on the floor of the carriage, the two massive lumps of bulk of Goyle and Crabbe pinning him helplessly. The pain was excruciating and it wasn't long before he passed out once more, dimly hearing the food cart witch's cry of exclamation at finding their prone bodies.
-in-
It was going to be the start of a very good summer holiday, Harry could feel it. Not only had all of them managed to thoroughly humiliate his worst enemy but he was sure that he could convince Dumbledore to let him stay at the Burrows earlier this year.
"That was bloody fantastic!" Ron laughed, slapping Harry on the back as they dragged their bags down to where Mrs. Weasley was waiting.
"What was so fantastic dear?" The rather stout and red-faced woman asked good-naturedly distributing kisses, and smoothing down hair randomly. "Just took care of a few rodents running around in the train, Mum." Fred grinned, winking at the rest of them.
"There's Mum and Dad!" Hermione waved wildly at her parents who had once again been cornered by Mr. Weasley. She gave each boy a quick hug and hauled her cat under her arm, calling over her shoulder. "Don't forget to owl me, perhaps we can get together this year!"
Harry waved at her retreating back, and scanned the area for his family taking all of four seconds to find the combined bulks of his Uncle and Dudley, showing just a tiny slip of Aunt Petunia. His uncle looked particularly irritated and Harry decided to hurry before it got any worse.
"Bye, Ron. Owl me when you get a chance." Harry headed towards his family, pushing his cart when a prickle on the back of his neck made him turn around.
Lucius Malfoy was standing by the train car that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were in looking particularly displeased. His normally pale face was now dead white and his blue eyes glinted like shaved glass. Mute faced servants carried out each student in their arms, making no indication of having seen Harry, let alone anyone else in the building.
"Boy!" Harry flinched and turned to look at Lucius. "Boy!" The older man paused, as if suddenly aware that the entire station had fallen silent to listen to them speak. "I want you to know that no one humiliates a Malfoy. No one."
"Boy!" Harry started at his Uncle's voice, and saw the Dursleys leaving the building, not having heard anything that took place just meters away. "Get going, we need to be home in time for the prime telly shows."
"Yes sir." Harry stumbled forward with his things, unnerved by how much the two men sounded alike, and it was almost a look of pity that Harry threw at Draco as he saw the boy drive off in a tinted limousine.
-in-
Summer holidays had gone off without too much bother since Dudley was too busy being occupied with a health regime that the doctor had finally insisted upon. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view) leaving both Aunt Petunia and his Uncle Vernon coping with a very irritated boy who had been forced to give up the sweets he loved and walk several kilometers a day. Harry had not minded a bit since it gave him time to finish up his homework that his teachers had set without any of the usual, doing it in secret at night with a torch.
About a month before school was scheduled to start Harry started to look out the window for an owl from Ron asking him to come and spend the rest of the holidays with him. Errol finally arrived at the end of the week, looking utterly exhausted to where even Hedwig took pity on him, and let him have the cage to rest while she took up residence on Harry's shoulder. Harry opened the letter eagerly, scanning Ron's wide scrawl.
Hello Harry!!
You'll never believe what happened! I'm going to be a prefect next year! Me!! Mum and Dad are ecstatic and even Percy can't find anything bad to say about it. The twins are giving me grief about it, but I don't care. I never thought that I would be a prefect, to be honest. Hermione sent me an owl (and one to you I suspect) that she's become a prefect too. Sorry that you didn't get in Harry, but perhaps its better this way. Anyway, all of the prefects are called in two weeks before school starts to get everything sorted out. Training, according to Percy and Bill. Mum said, and I did, that if you still want to come and spend two weeks with me and Herms, and the last two with Ginny and the twins, it's fine. I told Mum that I wasn't sure if you were willing to hang around with Gin for two weeks because she's become awfully annoying lately. Owl me with Hedwig because it'll take that pathetic excuse of an owl almost a week to recover.
Cheers!
Ron
Hedwig nibbled Harry's ear affectionately, peering over his shoulder at the letter that had made her master's good mood change so drastically. Ruffling her downy feathers Harry petted her soft head, kissing her beak. "Well, what do you think? A month here, or two weeks with Hermione and Ron and two weeks with Gin and the rest of the Weasley clan?"
The wall shuddered, as Dudley came scrambling up the stairs and slammed the door. His parents flew up the stairs behind him, banging on the door as Harry caught a whiff of chocolate something or other.
Grinning, Harry started writing his reply to Ron.
-in-
"Who are you?" The voice was chilled, brittle as it addressed the panting figure before it.
"I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy dynasty and a pureblood."
"Wrong." A drop of spittle flew from Lucius' mouth to his son's face. "You are not worthy of the blood that runs in your veins." He grabbed Draco's arm and ran a fingernail across the wrist, wiping the blood up with his finger. "You must earn this blood. Taste it." Draco fought back a flinch as his father ran the blood across his lips. "You must crave to be worthy of this blood. Now get up!"
It had not been a good summer for Draco. He had woken up to see his father in a rage, furious that his son had been humiliated by one Harry Potter and those awful Weasleys. Publically humiliated. Lucius Malfoy had spent the summer ensuring that it wouldn't happen again. "Get up! This year I will no longer tolerate anything put perfection. No filthy mudblood will exceed you in class. Harry Potter will be beaten in Quidditch. Anything else and I will have to wash my hands of you and send you to a tutor who can work with you."
The threat lingered in the air, and he forced down a surge of hate for his father. Something must have shown in his eyes because his father leaned down until they were standing face to face. "Hate me if you must child, but I will not let you fall prey to the death of most of our compatriots. Lord Voldemort is here and will call you before long. To be found wanting with him is to find your death. Now get up and do it again."
-end of chapter one-
A/N: As always reviews are cherished and loved...feed your writer!