A/n: Here's the second chapter. Not much to say since this is only being re-posted.
Some Kind Of Feeling
Chapter two.
~*_*~ Friday
Harry was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of all things going on around him. It was just how he liked it too, quiet and calm. Unfortunately, he was jerked out of his sleep by the annoying ringing of his cordless phone. He blearily opened his eyes and felt around his bedside table for the obnoxious contraption that he insisted on having, knocking his glasses over in the process.
" 'Lo?" He mumbled, still half asleep with his hair sticking up everywhere. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard the familiar voice chuckle on the other end. He became fully awake immediately and sat ridged in the bed. " Draco?" He squeaked out.
" Good morning beautiful." Draco purred. Harry blushed deeply, wishing he were rude enough to hang the phone up on the blonde.
" W-what do you want?" He asked cautiously. Wasn't it enough that he had to go out on a date with the boy? And how had he gotten his phone number anyway?
" Well, I remember yesterday that you and Hermione walked to school and I assume that you do it every day so I just wanted to call and inform you that I will be driving you and Hermione to school today." He said. Harry opened his mouth to protest but the blonde kept speaking. " You do only have 30 minutes or you'll be late and it must take at least 40 minutes to walk from your house to the high school so . . ." He trailed off. Harry rubbed at his eyes and sighed. If he truly had 30 minutes then he wasn't going to argue. The only reason he ever walked to school every day was because he and Hermione's parents couldn't drive them and they didn't take the school bus. It's not like anyone would allow them a seat anyway.
" I don't mind but Hermione won't be here. She always leaves early, though never without me." He mumbled the last part.
" Ok. Then I'll meet you out by my car, see ya soon." Harry could almost see the grin on Draco's tanned face.
" Bye." Harry hung up the phone and dropped it on his bed before throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed . . .
. . .And right onto his glasses. He blinked and bent down to pick up his mangled glasses. From what he could see through his blurry vision, his glasses were nearly broken in half. He groaned loudly and set his useless glasses on his bedside table before hurrying off to the bathroom for a quick shower. He could only hope the day wouldn't get worse.
~*_*~
Harry hurried out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and pulling on his socks. Unfortunately for him he didn't have enough time to pick out clothes he'd feel comfortable in and had to settle on some clothes he still had from 7th grade. After his socks were on he pulled his white trainers on, tied them and walked over to his dresser, squinting to look for his brush. Once he found it and ran it through his hair, ran down the stairs, book bag in hand and ran into the kitchen.
" Harry, where are your glasses?" James asked his hurrying son. Harry, who was chewing on a piece of toast, smiled sheepishly and hurriedly swallowed before answering.
" I stepped on them again." He said, pouring himself a glass of orange juice and gulping it down.
" You need to be more careful, Ems." His father said, slightly disappointed. Harry had always been a little clumsy and had broken his glasses at least 8 times a year so it was a common occurrence, though not a wanted one.
" I know but I was in a hurry." He squinted at his wristwatch. " And still am. Bye." He yelled. He walked out the door and up to the silver car that was running at the front of his house. He felt slightly nervous as he climbed into the car and buckled up, having felt Draco's eyes on him since the moment he exited his home.
The moment Harry walked out of the house, Draco couldn't keep his eyes off him. Unlike the previous two days where Harry was wearing unrevealing clothes, he wore a red t-shirt that looked one size too small, showing the little muscle the teen had. His denim jeans looked as if they had been shrunk in the wash and clung to his hips and thighs, loosening towards the bottom a bit and hanging over his white trainers. Draco's eyes traveled back up to Harry's face and noticed how visible his bright Emerald eyes were. Where were his glasses? Draco wondered. Though now that he thought about it, He'd rather Harry be without glasses, if only so he could gaze into those jeweled depths. His hair was also left out and slightly curled at the ends, making him look younger. Harry must have noticed his observations and a light blush creeped upon his cheeks as he climbed into the car ad buckled his seatbelt.
" Where are your glasses?" Draco asked as he drove off, trying to control his hormones. There was something about Harry that attracted him so badly. The boy could dress in the most plainly innocent outfit and still manage to look beautiful. It was quite a feat, dampening the urge to stop the car and attack Harry with his mouth, his hands, his . . .
" Draco, you turned down the wrong street." Harry pointed out. Draco made a noise of confusion and looked at where he was driving. Indeed they were on the wrong road.
" Sorry." He said as they got back on the right road. Harry shrugged.
" Um . . .and I broke my glasses." He said, blushing in embarrassment.
" Really? And you don't have contacts?" Harry shook his head.
" Never bothered to get them." Harry shrugged.
" Hmm . . ." Draco said in thought as they drove up to the school.
" You do realize that we are most likely going to be late." Harry said, squinting at his watch again. It red 7:24. School officially starts at 7:30.
" Yes." Draco shut off the car and the both of them hopped out, Draco locking the car, and ran towards the school. As Harry was running to his locker, Draco already way ahead of him, he ran into the chest of one Ron Weasley. Harry fell back on his bum, painfully and winced when he recognized the shock of red hair above him.
" You little bastard." Ron growled. He had been in a bad mood all morning and having his least favorite person run into him was the last straw. He yanked Harry to his feet and pushed him up against the lockers, fully intent on beating the small boy into unconsciousness. Before his fist could even land, Harry slipped away from him, leaving him in the crowded circle of kids who thought they were going to see a fight, some of the only excitement they'd get at school. Harry safely made it too his locker and sighed in relief. That was probably the first time he was ever able to escape the wrath of Ron without major injury. He squinted at his lock and opened it as fast as he could before grabbing all the materials he needed for his classes and hastily walked into his homeroom, just as the bell rang. He ignored the looks he knew he was receiving and cheered silently for making it and made his way to his seat.
" Harry, where were you?" Hermione hissed as he sat down.
" Ron. I ran into him on my way to my locker, literally." He explained.
" Well, It's no surprise you ran into him, you're practically blind without your glasses, where are they?" She asked, smoothing out her light pink, knee length dress.
" I broke them again." He said unhappily. He heard Hermione sigh.
" I don't think you'll ever break out of the habit of breaking your glasses." She said. He only grinned at her and focused on the front of the room.
" Did Ron hurt you?" He blinked in surprise when he noticed how close Draco was to his face, almost close enough to see him clearly. The blonde's eyes looked stormy gray and an angry scowl was set on his face.
" Um . . .no." He said meekly.
" Hn. Good." Draco turned back around in his seat, leaving Harry and Hermione confused and surprised. They had only known the boy for three days and he was already becoming a good friend, if a little over protective. Just yesterday the three of them went over to a local park so they could talk. If they gave it a few more weeks and maybe they'd be the best of friends.
~*_*~
It was third period Algebra, one of the only periods he had with Ron. The red headed boy sat behind him and he could feel Ron's eyes drilling into the back of his head and it was quite distracting. It was bad enough that he couldn't see what the teacher was writing on the board so it was important that he try and listen to the teacher, however hard it was when his thoughts kept straying to things like a rabid Weasley intent on bodily harm and a hormonal Malfoy who already wanted a date with someone he only just met.
" Mr. Potter, please pay attention." Mrs. Vector said, irritably.
" Sorry." He smiled apologetically. Mrs. Vector only sighed and went back to teaching, droning on about equalities and inequalities. Soon the class was over and Harry hurriedly left the room, not wanting to face Ron any time soon. He knew he was acting like a coward but he didn't exactly fancy getting his face pounded in by the taller boy and that's exactly what would have happened if he allowed himself to get into a fight.
" Harry wait up!" Harry slowed down as Hermione came up to walk with him to Piano lab I. She had chorus and the band room was in the same area as the Piano lab." Why are you walking so fast? You act as if you're going to be late!" She exclaimed.
" I was just avoiding Weasley. He was glaring at me all period, it was terribly annoying." He told her as they walked down to the first floor of the building.
" That boy is a menace." She scowled. Harry laughed at her, running into some random student who glared. Of course Harry couldn't see the glare and only muttered an apology.
" 'Mione, do you know how much you sound like a mother?" He laughed. She glared playfully at him and swatted his shoulder. He only smiled at her. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. Harry thought.
~*_*~
It was just before lunch and Harry was just opening up his locker but it was difficult without his glasses. He cursed silently as it once again refused to open and started all over again. Suddenly he was forced around and slammed up against his locker. He let out a yelp as the back of his head connected with the locker painfully. He looked up at his attacker to see Ron's familiar bulk and red hair. ' Of course, I should have known.' He thought dryly.
" Hey Potter, fancy a chat?" Ron sneered. He didn't even give Harry a chance to blink before dragging the small teen towards the nearest boy's bathroom.
" Hey!" Harry protested as he was dragged into the bathroom. In a blink, Harry found himself flat on his back with a stinging pain on his face. He sat up, nursing his bruising cheek and glaring up at Ron. " What's your problem?" Harry demanded.
" You are you bloody freak." Ron kicked the boy in the side and Harry screamed having never been subjected to such treatment before. He curled up on his side and tried to shield himself from Ron." I hate you." Ron seethed, kicking him again and again . . .
" What the hell do you think you are doing?" Came a surprisingly calm but furious voice. Ron ceased his abuse of Harry and turned sharply to the person at the door. He paled considerably at the malice in Draco Malfoy's eyes. The blonde looked down right murderous with his stony expression, icy eyes and flexing muscles. Draco stalked forward and cocked his fist back before slamming it forward into Ron's face. Ron's head snapped back by the force and he fell back against one of the sinks holding his furiously bleeding and broken nose and staring in disbelief at the blonde.
" Y--you bastard . . ."
" Don't even start, Weasley, you'll only get hurt." Draco drawled. His attention was quickly diverted from the bleeding Weasley to the boy painfully sitting up on the floor. His stony expression dropped into one of concern as he dropped to his knees by the younger boy. " Are you okay?" He asked gently. Harry looked up at him with big, hurt filled green eyes. Draco almost melted then and there. Even when the boy was bruised and in pain he managed to look adorable. Draco would never understand it. " Can you stand?" Harry nodded slightly.
" Yes." He said quietly. Draco helped him to his feet and hovered close to him as they left the bathroom. Harry wasn't exactly walking gracefully. He would have run into a few walls if it hadn't been for Draco. " Draco?" Harry said hesitantly after a while.
" Hm?" Draco said distractedly. His mind was currently thinking of ways to kill and torture Ron and all sounded oh so pleasant to him.
" I, um, just wanted to say thank you." Harry said, blushing a little. Draco smiled down at the dark haired teen.
" You don't have to thank me." Draco said sincerely. Harry smiled up at him with a new kind of sparkle in his eyes.
~*_*~
Once they got to the infirmary, Madame Pompfrey poked at Harry, making him wince when she came in contact with a sore spot. Draco was leaning against the wall outside the room, looking murderous as Ron Weasley walked in with his still bleeding nose. Ron glared at Draco and was about to say something that would have him begging for mercy when a hyper active assistant nurse bounced in. She was around 5'5 with crimped brown hair that reached to her shoulders, dark skin and exuberant brown eyes.
" Poor boy, you're bleeding!" She exclaimed. She dragged him towards another room, surprisingly strong for such a short lady. " I'll fix you right up, dear." She cooed. Ron looked absolutely horrified as the door shut behind them. Draco smirked but turned it into a worried smile as Harry came out of the room next to him.
" Now, Harry." Pompfrey said coming out of the room behind the boy. " I want you to take it easy, okay? Nothings broken but you do have some nasty bruising and quite the nasty bump on the back of your head and too much movement might make you a little dizzy. I can't give you anything for pain but I can give you an early dismissal slip." She said, going to her seat. " I don't want you passing out in any of your classes."
" Thanks, Madame Pompfrey." Harry smiled. He had always been close to the nurse. She use to work at his old middle school and Harry was always in the infirmary there, for broken glasses, sprained ankles, and anything else Harry could get himself into.
" No problem, dear. Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the day and you," She said pointing to the blonde who now stood at Harry's side in front of her desk. " You take care of him. I don't want him back in here for a long time." She said sternly, handing him a dismissal slip.
" Of course, Madame. I'll make sure of it." He said. He intended to keep Harry out of trouble anyway. The two left the office and made their way back down the hall. " Do you need anything from your locker?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head. " Good. Neither do I."
" Before we go to the office we should tell 'Mione. She'll be worried to death." Harry said, stopping Draco from going down the hall to the office. Draco nodded and went out to the lunch yard where they found their friend, eating under the same tree they had lunch at the past two days.
" Hey, 'Mione." Harry greeted. She glared up at the two and set the book she was reading down.
" And where were you two?" She demanded.
" We ran into some . . .trouble." Harry said quietly. That was when she noticed the bruise on Harry's cheek.
" Oh my God." She whispered. " Did Ron do this?" She asked, tenderly brushing a finger over the purplish bruise. Harry winced and nodded. " You know, I wouldn't mind killing him right now, what did you ever do to him?"
" That's the thing, I never did anything to him. I don't mess with him, talk to him and I doubt I even knew him before 4th grade." The dark haired boy said.
" Frankly, I think he's just jealous." Draco said.
" Why do you say that?" Hermione questioned. Draco's eyes glittered mysteriously and he shrugged.
" Just a thought." He smiled. Just then the lunch bell rang and masses of people started leaving.
" Oh, 'Mione, me and Draco are leaving early today." Harry said. " Courtesy of Madame Pompfrey." He added before she could berate them for skipping.
" Well, in that case, I have to stay after for debate team so don't come to pick me up Draco. Harry, go home and rest and you take care of him. " Hermione ordered.
" Yes Ma'am." Harry and Draco chorused. Hermione rolled her eyes and waved at them as she hurried off.
~*_*~
They had already left school and were heading back home when Draco remembered something he had been thinking about earlier that morning.
" Harry, how do you feel about contacts?" He asked. Harry looked surprised at the out-of-nowhere question.
" Uh, I guess they're okay." He said uncertainly.
" Ever thought of getting some?"
" Um, not really, why?" He asked warily. Draco flashed him a smile that caused his heart to flutter and made a left turn; opposite of where they should have gone. " Draco, you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking are you?" He asked.
" Maybe." He said mysteriously as they entered town. The town wasn't very big but it didn't have a lot of people in it so it was expected. It didn't take long to reach the mall and soon they were waiting in the waiting room at the Eyeglass Store (A/N: I know, corny but I can't think of anything to call it!)
" Draco, you don't have to get me contacts and glasses." Harry said for the millionth time.
" I know but I want to. You said yourself that you were due for a eye check-up so why not get new glasses and some contacts?" Draco asked the younger boy.
" Yeah but I don't think contacts suit me much. I feel weird enough without my glasses on."
" Harry, to be truthful, I think you look much better without glasses." Harry blushed at the compliment. He didn't really have a response to that.
" Harry Potter." The receptionist called. Draco watched the boy go into one of the rooms behind the desk and got comfortable in the chair. It would probably be a while.
~*_*~
After about an hour, Harry finally walked out of the room and smiled a little at Draco as the optometrist showed the boy different types of glasses, Harry trying on several before picking out a simple pair of silver wire-framed glasses much like his last pair only they were rectangular. Afterwards Harry motioned for Draco to come up to the desk.
" Um, he's the one paying for everything." Harry told the guy. The middle-aged man nodded and he and Draco got into a boring conversation on bills and such. Harry blocked them out and instead thought about what to tell his parents. Everything was much more difficult since Jake was home now. He couldn't exactly sneak out. His mom was a light sleeper and Jake usually stayed up past midnight. His only real choice was to possibly tell his parents and try and keep it from Jake but his father seemed to have some kind of problem with Malfoy's so he'd have to try and keep it from his father and Jake. He could only hope that his mother didn't have any problems with Malfoy's.
" Harry?"
" Huh?" He looked up to see the blonde already standing and the optometrist gone. " You done?" Draco nodded, picking up a bag from the floor. Harry didn't ask about it but was tempted too as they walked back to the car. Most of the car ride had been in silence, the sound of jazz ringing softly throughout the car. That's the only thing Harry had ever heard the handsome blonde listen to while they were in the car. Soon the car ride was over and Draco was parked in his own driveway. " Well, thanks for buying me glasses and contacts even though you didn't have to." Harry said. Draco grinned.
" You're welcome but . . ." He reached into the back of the car and handed Harry the bag he had been carrying with him. " I bought you something else." He said.
" Draco . . ." Harry sighed and shook his head. " I sincerely hope you aren't trying to buy me." Harry grinned playfully. Draco laughed and shook his head.
" I'd never do such a thing. I just like buying things." He shrugged. " Bad habit from my mom." He explained.
" Oh, okay. Then, I'll see you tomorrow." Harry said climbing out of the car.
" Yeah, tomorrow night at 6:00." Draco told him. Harry nodded and waved before running into his house with his bag. He had just closed the front door when his father walked downstairs.
" Harry, what are you doing home?" His father demanded angrily, walking up to him. Before Harry could answer, James noticed the fist size bruise on his son's cheek. " And where did this come from? Who did you get into a fight with? Is that why--"
" Dad!" Harry exclaimed irritably. James snapped his mouth shut. " I'm home because Madame Pompfrey wrote me an early dismissal because someone at school attacked me and no I didn't get suspended or expelled because only Pompfrey knows and her assistant, I assume." He told his father quickly.
" Who hit you?" James asked angrily. " Was it Malfoy? I'll kill him!" He yelled.
" No, it wasn't Draco!" He reassured his father.
" Then who was it? That Weasley boy?" Harry sighed and nodded. " I should talk with his parents, see about controlling their son." He said, enraged. He turned to go do just that but Harry held him back. Harry could just see his father blowing up at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and he didn't want him to do that.
" Dad, it's over and done with. It's not his parents fault--"
" Oh really--"
" Yes, really! His parents are good people; they own that bakery in town. His brothers and his sister are really nice too; it's just that Ron has a problem with me. I don't know what it is but he hates me and that's it. You don't need to go and berate his parents for something he probably hides when he's at home." Harry said calmly. His father sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
" Okay, I see your point but I still want to have a talk with them" He said. " Maybe he needs anger management or something of the sort. I think it would be better if he was helped rather than abusing you." Harry rolled his eyes.
" Dad, you make it sound like he's mentally ill." The look his dad gave him clearly stated that that was what he thought. " Whatever, dad. I'm going to my room. I'm kind of tired." He stated. He hurried up the stairs to avoid any more questioning and shut his door behind him. Sometime he just didn't understand his father. Most of the time he was a fun guy and always acted 20 years younger than he was but then when it came to people he didn't approve of like Ron Weasley or people he just plain despised like the Malfoy's, he got all temperamental.
' Which reminds me, I still need to ask him why he hates Malfoy's.' Harry plopped down on his bed and started to look through the bag Draco had given him. ' Draco's a nice person, over protective and flirtatious, but nice . . .oh my.' Harry gaped at what Draco had bought him. He pulled out the green, long sleeved silk with silver shirt slowly, and stared at it. He put it aside and next pulled out a pair of black leather pants that he knew had to be tight. At the bottom of the bag were a box of shoes and a smaller box. He pulled out the shoebox and opened it and saw a pair of black ankle boots, size 9, and just his size. He set those aside too and pulled out the smaller rectangular box. Inside was a simple cross, carved of emerald, set in a silver gothic like frame and hung on a silver chain. It was simple but beautiful.
' I suppose this is for our date tomorrow.' He mused. ' But why so expensive? These are designer! The cross's frame and chain is real silver and I'm betting the cross is made of real emeralds too.' He slumped a bit and set the necklace aside. ' But I can't not except these. He might get offended or something.' Harry thought miserably. He had never worn anything that could be labeled as expensive, especially not silk and definitely not leather. Then a question popped into his head. ' How the hell am I suppose to get into those pants!?'
~*_*~ Saturday night, 4:30
While Harry took his shower that evening, Jake took the liberty of searching his brother's room. He knew it wasn't nice of him to snoop but what were older brothers for? Besides, he was nice enough for one day. He did his protective brother duties and offered to murder Ron Weasley for laying a hand on his brother. Of course, Harry being the little pacifist that he was persuaded him, with the help of his mother, to not do anything about it.
For about 8 minutes he checked around, not really finding anything but old homework, a couple of socks under the bed and an old sketchbook. He was just about to give up his search when he spotted a bag, halfway hidden under his brother's many pillows. Jake snickered, wondering what his little brother had to hide. He plucked the bag out from under the pillows and started pulling out its contents, first the shoes, then the necklace, then the shirt and finally the leather pants.
To say he was shocked was an understatement.
Never, ever had he thought that his brother would wear anything so . . .sexy and expensive. Where did he get the money? How much had he missed while he was traveling?
" Jake what are you doing?" Harry asked slowly, walking into the room in a towel. He saw the things Jake had pulled out and mentally cursed himself for not hiding it well enough.
" What am I doing? What have you been doing?" Jake demanded. He turned around to glare at his brother but it faltered some when he saw the bruising. He ignored them the best he could, trying to suffocate the urge to kill the Weasel that dared to touch his brother.
" Nothing!" Jake gave him a disbelieving look. " Really, I'm serious."
" Then why do you have these?" He gestured to the outfit.
" Jake, your acting like it's a crime to dress nice." Harry snorted. He walked over and folded the clothing back up before placing it and the rest of the stuff back into the bag. " Just because I don't normally dress like that, doesn't mean I'm forbidden too."
" Yeah, but if you go around dressed like that people might try to mug you or rape you--"
" Jake!" Harry snapped. Jake shut up; much like his father did earlier. " I understand that you are worried but I doubt anyone is going to try and steal from me or . . .rape me." He said, flushing a little. He doubted anyone would like him enough to do such a thing. " It's not like I'm going to London or anything." He said.
" Yeah bu--wait. You're going somewhere? With who? I'll kill 'em" Jake growled, starting for the door.
" Calm yourself." Harry ordered, dragging his brother back by his arm. " I'm only going into town with a good friend. We are going to dinner and that is it." He said slowly. This didn't seem to calm Jake down.
" Harry, It better be Hermione, cause if it isn't I swear--"
" No. Jake, please stay out of what I do, okay? I'm not going to go get drunk and dance the night away or anything--"
" You better not be!"
" -- I'm not going to go and have, er, sex."
" Boy if you do that . . ."
" -- I'm only going out for a while to talk over dinner and that is it." Harry finished.
" Fine." Jake said stiffly. Harry beamed at his brother.
" Really?" Harry asked. Jake nodded.
" But tell me this persons name." Jake said before his brother could get too excited. Harry's smile dropped and his shoulders tensed.
" Um . . ."
" What? Afraid I won't like them?"
" No, It's not that. It's just that . . .um it won't really matter because you've got that thing with Mr. Dumbledore to go to at 5:00." Harry said. He smiled to himself at the disappointment in his brother's eyes. Clearly he had forgotten about that.
" Well," Jake said suddenly smirking down at his brother. " I may not meet him when you leave but I'm sure I'll meet him when you come back." He said slyly. Harry only shrugged.
" Well, big brother, you should go get ready. I myself have to do the same." Harry said, ushering the tall boxer out of the room. He slammed his door shut and locked it. He turned around and leaned his back against the door and look to his ceiling. ' Thank you God.' He mouthed.
~*_*~ 5:45 p.m.
Harry was finally satisfied with his appearance. The green silk shirt, the same shade as his eyes, was tucked into the tight leather pants that were surprisingly comfortable and snug. He left the first few buttons of his shirt undone to show off the beautiful cross around his neck. His raven hair was held back by a silver clasp of his mother's that wasn't feminine and therefore fit for him to wear. His bangs still fell into his face a little but he thought that it made him look better. On his young, effeminate face were his new silver, rectangular glasses, that finished his outfit for the night. He thought they made him look important, something he never felt he was. He was surprised to find out that his Glasses and contacts were finished that Saturday morning and had his mom drive him to pick them up. He still remembered that conversation they had too . . .
~~~
" Harry, who bought you glasses and contacts?" His mother asked as they drove down to the mall.
" Um . . .a friend." He said uncomfortably.
" Hermione?"
" No . . ." He didn't want to lie to his mother. It was just unheard of, especially since she had the remarkable ability to sense when her sons and husband were lying to her.
" Then who, sweetie?" She asked gently, sensing her son's nervousness.
" Draco." He said softly. She glanced in surprise at her son before her eyes returned to the road.
" Draco Malfoy?"
" Yes. You don't have a problem with Malfoy's too, do you?" He asked.
" No. Not like your father does." She smiled a little. She realized that James must have been complaining again. " He has a grudge against Lucius Malfoy. That's why he's so hostile when Malfoy's are mentioned." She explained.
" I see now. Mom?"
" Yes?"
" Um, there's something else I have to tell you and Dad's not going to like it at all." He told her.
" Well?"
" You see, Wednesday, When me and 'Mione just met Draco and he drove us home, he, uh, asked me to go out with him today." He said, blushing a little.
" What?" She asked shocked. Harry winced, expecting the red haired woman to start yelling but was surprised when she laughed softly.
" Mum?" He asked warily. She parked in the Mall Parking lot and smiled at her son.
" I'm sorry for laughing but Draco is so much like Lucius was." She told him.
" What do you mean?"
" Well, before me and your father went out together, I was dating Lucius." She confessed.
" Really?" She nodded and sighed dreamily.
" I had only been in 10th grade when Lucius and I met. He was the popular, handsome blonde with the captivating blue eyes and I was the little school girl." She smiled as if remembering something. Harry only stared at her weirdly. "He had asked me out about four or five days after we met." She said. " And we dated for two years before we drifted. Then I met James." She said, looking back at Harry.
" That sounds a little bit like Draco and me." He admitted. Though, he didn't think they'd date each other.
" Hm, so why don't we go get your glasses and contacts. I promise not to tell your father or Jake about Draco, okay? A matter of fact I'll try to convince James to go out for dinner, possibly that little Italian place. You just make sure, Draco doesn't go there too." She said as they climbed out of the blue SUV.
" I think I can do that." He said. He was glad his mom wasn't like his Father and brother. He doubted he could survive his life otherwise.
~~~
Harry sighed and attempted to calm his nerves. He still had 10 minutes until Draco came to get him. His parents were out at dinner already and Jake was long gone so everything was fine. He checked himself in the mirror one last time and decided against putting on cologne before heading downstairs to wait.
" I hate waiting." He muttered to himself, sitting on the couch nervously. He jumped a little when the doorbell rang and calmed his thumping heart as he opened the door. There Draco stood in all his blonde glory. His shirt was like Harry's only short sleeved and ice blue. He too wore leather pants and had a simple silver chain around his neck. Harry could smell the light cologne on the older teen, mixed in with his regular scent, smelling of fresh air and roses.
While Harry was observing Draco, Draco was observing him. When Harry opened that door, Draco knew he made the right choice in buying Harry those clothes. The leather clung to him hungrily, showing off his shapely legs and the shirt made him look sexy, the way the top few buttons were undone, showing off pale, smooth chest with the beautiful emerald necklace resting against it. Draco licked his lips at the boy before him and forced his eyes to meet Harry's bright emerald ones, framed by those glasses that made him look a little older that he should look. He noticed that the bruise on his cheek had been covered up by some make-up, probably courtesy of his mother.
" Um, hi." Harry said softly, breaking the silence. He couldn't stop the blush that crept upon his face as his eyes met Draco's cloudy gray ones.
" Good evening." Draco grinned and bowed slightly. Harry blushed even more at the display. " Shall we go?" He offered his arm to Harry and raised an elegant eyebrow. Harry only smiled a little and entwined his arm with Draco's after shutting and locking the door. Draco walked Harry up to his newly washed car and went around to the passenger side where he proceeded to open the door for Harry. Harry, still blushing, climbed in and Draco shut the door after him before jogging over to his side of the car and hopping in.
" So where are we going?" Harry asked after a while.
" Well, I thought we could go to London and just . . .go places." Draco shrugged.
" Go to London?" Harry repeated in surprise. Draco nodded.
" You don't mind, do you? Cause we could just—"
" No! I don't mind." Harry reassured him. " I've never been to London before, of course we can go." He said.
" If your sure."
" I am. Is that why we left so early?" He asked.
" Yeah. I didn't think your parents would be to happy with me if I brought you home too late." He smiled.
" Er . . ."
" What? You did tell your parent's right?" Draco asked worriedly.
" Just my mom. My dad has a . . .problem with Malfoy's." He told the blonde uncomfortably. " And my brothers terribly overprotective. When he saw the clothes you gave me he threatened to kill you, uh, without knowing it was you of course." He said.
"Well, It looks like I'll just have to gain the trust of your father and brother then." Draco said with determination. Harry only shook his head and smiled a little.
" I give you my luck, Draco." Harry sighed. " That is no easy task." He warned.
" Oh? How hard could it be?" Harry rested his head on the back of the seat and laughed a little but didn't answer. Draco would find out sooner or later.
~*_*~
The ride was spent with comfortable conversations and soon, with the setting sun behind them, they came upon the city, buzzing with activity as clubs opened and restaurants filled up. The conversation died down some because Harry was too busy admiring the buildings and people and everything he never saw in the little old town he spent 14 years in.
Draco smiled to himself, after glancing at the fascinated boy whose face was almost permanently stuck to the window. After only knowing the boy for three short days, he already felt eager to please him. As a Malfoy we was always taught to do what was best for himself. This, of course, was his father's way of life. He never agreed with his father's twisted views. He didn't want to grow up to be a selfish, egotistical bastard who cared for money more than his own family. He want to actually be there for his family, not just provide money for it.
" Draco?" He glanced at Harry to see the boy giving him a curious, worried look. " Are you okay? You were frowning."
" Yeah. Just thinking about something's. Nothing to worry about." He said.
" Okay . . .so, where are we going first?" Harry asked as they stopped at the red light.
" I thought we could go to this really good restaurant called Archipelago. I've only been there once before with Father and Mother but I've fallen in love with the place. I think you'll like it, if you don't mind a change." Draco told him. Harry knew he could use a change, even a small one, like actually going out somewhere once in a while or dressing differently. He might actually make a few more friends' one day.
" Okay, Draco. Let's go." The light turned green.
~*_*~
The Archipelago was an exotic little restaurant in Fitzrovia, London. Harry and Draco chose to sit outside at one of the tables on the sidewalk, next to the dwarf palm trees. The table was set for the two with blue tablecloth and a golden saucer/plate in the middle of the table with several candles inside. Once the two of them ordered their food (A/N: Which you'll have to use your imagination with since I don't know what this place serves) and had their drinks, two non-alcoholic martini's (A/N: is there even such a thing?), they started talking about their families and lives.
" My mom's cool." Draco said. " She cares and all and as long as I'm happy she's happy too. "
" What about your father? I've seen your mom by your pool sometimes but I've never seen your father" He must have said the wrong thing because Draco's expression hardened some. " Uh, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Harry said softly. Draco immediately softened up.
" It's okay. It's just that fathers rarely home. He's rarely in the country." He sighed. " He's always away on business and when he is home it's only long enough to say high, ask how I'm doing in school and sleep before going back out again." He said sadly, running a finger around his martini glass. Harry felt sympathy for him. Draco had money and popularity, something most people want but he didn't have what most people have. A family. " Well," He said suddenly, smiling up at Harry. " Enough about my sad home life, what about yours?"
" Um, well . . .My mom is like yours. She cares for me a whole lot and always wants what's best for me, but unlike my Brother and Father, she doesn't decide what she thinks is best for me. Sure, sometimes she'll do that but only if she's sure of it. Now my father's okay. He works a lot but if he thinks he's working too much, we'll suddenly go on a vacation or something, just a little family outing." Harry said, taking a sip of his strawberry/banana martini.
" What about your brother?" Draco said. He was a little jealous that Harry had such a nice family that cared for him so much but he pushed that feeling away. He wouldn't ruin a good friendship because of something so stupid.
" Well . . .Jake is probably worse than my father. That's only because he cares so much. Like, with Hermione. When I first met her when I was 6, Jake would practically terrorize her. He'd always glare at her and interrogate her about why she wanted to hang around with me and if she had a motive." Harry laughed. Draco chuckled a little.
" And you guys were only six? That's horrible!" He laughed.
" I know but that's how he was and he was only 16 then."
" So how long did it take for him to except Hermione?"
" Uh, about 3 weeks."
" Really!?"
Dinner continued like that for the next two hours. Draco grew to like Harry even more than he already did. He found the boy to be interesting and simple at the same time. He loved how Harry was so polite and blushed at the littlest things, how his eyes sparkled with laughter and happiness and that sweet smile. He was perfect to Draco, absolutely perfect.
Harry loosened up after a while. He found it easy to talk to Draco. The older teen listened attentively to what he said and, in some ways, was quite similar to him. He knew he wasn't anything special and never had been but Draco made him feel like somebody. He could talk freely about anything with Draco and he didn't judge him, he accepted him and he gained confidence from this. The handsome young man was the perfect friend, and Harry didn't care that he had only known him for three days. If three days was all it took then it must have been fate or an act of God.
~*_*~
After dinner, they drove around for a while; generally talking about nothing, just enjoying each other's company. After a while of pointless driving, they came to a park, away from the city noise. They left the car parked in an empty lot and went for a stroll through the peaceful park. Barely anyone was in it. A few couples strolled by slowly and a homeless person or two was sleeping on a bench here and there but otherwise it was empty.
" Say, Drake?" Harry said suddenly, admiring the night sky, dotted with stars, not obscured by city lights.
" Yeah?"
" Why me?" Draco gave him a puzzled look.
" What do you mean?" They stopped at the park's lake. Draco faced away from the lake, his elbows resting against the fencing around it.
" Why did you pick me, out of all the people in school, to befriend?" He asked.
" Harry, when I walked into that class room and saw you. I . . .I knew you weren't like the others." He said softly. Harry stared up at him. " Everyone else in that room, looked at me, either with contempt or desire. They only wanted to know me because I looked good and if they knew who the Malfoy's were, because I was rich. Almost everyone in that school was like that."
" But I didn't seek to be friends with you . . ."
" I know, I know but if you had. Would you have acted like all the others?" He asked. Harry thought about it before answering.
" No, but you couldn't have known that." Harry said, confused.
" You're right but . . .it just felt right when I saw you. When I spoke to you for the first time it felt so right. I wanted to know you and nothing would stop me from doing it. Not your father and not your brother." He said sincerely. " And I was right. There's something about you, Harry that drew me to you. You're perfect." He said quietly. Harry blushed a little.
" You really think I'm perfect?" He asked softly, looking down at the lake.
" Yes." Harry smiled gently at this.
" You know, you're not so bad yourself." He looked up at the blonde. " Besides Hermione, you're the only person who looked at me and not at the clumsy little invisible boy. You had only known me for a day and you asked me out. Not many people would do that." Harry laughed a little. " And even better, you didn't try anything. You just . . .talked with me and I want to thank you for that." He told the blonde. " Thank you for being my friend."
" You don't have to thank me." Draco said. " I'm happy to be your friend." They talked for a little while longer before leaving the little park and heading back home. It was around 10:00 p.m. when they finally reached their neighborhood.
" Why don't you drop me off here? I doubt you want to risk your life." Harry said jokingly. Draco stopped the car at the corner of their street and sighed, turning towards the younger male.
" Well, I hope you had a good time." Draco said.
" Yeah, I did, thanks." Harry said.
" Your welcome." There was a slight pause with neither of them knowing what to say. " Uh, do you think--"
" --We could do this again?" Harry finished with a smile. Draco laughed a little and nodded. " Yes, I'd love to."
" Great, I'll pick a date and tell you tomorrow. I'm sure you want to get home." Harry nodded. He opened the door and hopped out before shutting it.
" Bye." Harry said softly, through the open window.
" Bye." Draco said in return, driving off. Harry waited a while before starting the short walk to his house. He sighed loudly and smiled to himself feeling really good for once. Maybe it wasn't such a bad Idea to go out with Draco. He had made a new friend and maybe, just maybe he'd think about trying for some more.
A/N: Not much to say here! Just review please and if the person who wrongly reported my story does it again, I'll find you. * grins * believe me, I will.