Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better. But make sure u know what ur talking about, u don't want to make a fool of yourself now. :)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
And thank you for all the reviews you've given me. I love you all. You inspire me to write! Thank you I was deeply overwhelmed by your response, thank you so much!
Chapter 3
Harry rolled over grunting. There was a bright light and the prospect of opening his eyes stung his eyes, so he moved away from the light. Slowly he opened them rubbing away the sleep. It took a while to focus but when he did; he got quite a shock. At first he thought that he was imagining it. Draco Malfoy could not be in his bed.
He blinked a few times, and breathed deeply so not to panic. He leaned up on his side taking some of the quilt with him and he heard Malfoy moan and move closer to him. His body //was// very warm so slowly Harry leant back down lying on his side with Malfoy-only to keep warm- he constantly told himself.
Malfoy looked like a child sleeping, so innocent. Harry didn't want to know what he had done with his father during the beginning of the war. But there was obviously something that young Draco Malfoy had seen or done that made him turn back to the good side. Some thing awful as it meant that he was willing to be disowned by his father just to get away.
After a couple of minutes Malfoy woke up and smiled at Harry. Then his face fell. "Dam, my plan failed."
"Your plan?" Harry asked an eyebrow raising slightly.
"Yeah." Malfoy sat up still looking at Harry. "I was cold, couldn't get to sleep. I was meant to wake before you and go to my own bed so you wouldn't know I was here. It was just so very cold."
"I don't mind." And Harry was shocked with himself when he realised that he really //didn't// mind. It had kept him warm.
"I'm sorry. It seemed a good idea at the time."
Harry sat up next to him. "And now?" he asked looking into those once cold sliver eyes, that now looked broken, like he had see things that no one should have to see at his age.
"Well I'm not wavering."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I'm sticking by my original thought."
Harry swallowed on a tight throat, and he licked his lips. Something strange was going on and he didn't know what. Malfoy was acting strange around him ever since the night before last when they had shared the briefest of kisses. Harry had tried to convince himself that it was just teenage hormones going haywire and both of them were tired and Harry looked //very// different without his glasses on. That was what it was.
But still.
There was something that Harry couldn't quite lay his finger on. Some feeling running around his stupid adolescent body that he didn't understand. Something towards a certain Malfoy. He shook it off before he could dwell on it and got out of bed.
Once dressed he went down to breakfast, which consisted of one piece of toast and Ron muttering away in his ear. "I see that you made it this morning, unscathed"
"Yeah." Harry said absentmindedly his head on the heal of his hand toast lingering around his mouth. Slowly he took a bite but immediately afterwards felt as though he was going to be sick.
He didn't know what was going on. There was something definitely going on between Malfoy and him. They had spent two days together and neither had ended up in a body bag. It was something that surprised Harry greatly. He tried to take another bite of his toast but his mind was too far away he missed and ended up getting marmalade on his cheek.
Ron laughed his mouth full with porridge, and evidently choked as a consequence. Harry looked up and saw that Malfoy hadn't laughed one little bit.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He couldn't stop looking at him. He wasn't even focusing on Potter just.looking at him for no reason. Well.that wasn't entirely true, he knew the reason but he wasn't going to think that in random thoughts. But still Draco was certain that Potter //must// have noticed something.who finds someone else in their bed when they wake up without asking questions. Potter it seemed like. The boy who lived was the most peculiar person. Maybe Voldemort //had// messed up Potter's brain, perhaps that Skeeter woman was right.or maybe Potter was just feeling something a little more favourable of Draco's part. No Voldemort must have messed up his brain.
Either way Draco didn't mind as long as Potter didn't horridly murder him. But if it had been at the hands of Potter. Draco blinked out such thoughts and suddenly hit earth when Weasley burst out laughing. Regaining focus he saw that Potter had somehow got marmalade on his cheek. 'How very mature of Weasley to find //that// amusing' Draco sarcastically thought. He just looked at Potter wondering weather he, Draco would be able to lick it off for him.
Leicester Square was the target today. Getting there didn't prove much of a problem. Though the Tube was late. so they had to walk most of the way, and they looked at some of the over tourists sites before hand. They didn't arrive at their destination until late afternoon.
Draco was amazed at how many god dam pigeons there were, fat ones scrawny ones and amazingly pretty ones (for pigeons) drawing his eyes from the ground he saw Nelsons column smiling to himself Potter asked; "Your not going to tell me you're related to Lord Nelson as well."
"What?" Draco asked. "Of course not. Merlin. Wouldn't put it passed if you were though." He said smirking to himself.
Harry paled. "I am not."
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I'm not," Harry asked. "Am I?"
Draco scoffed. "I doubt it, and beside how am I supposed to know. It's your family."
Harry opened his mouth and huffed. "Orphan hello?" he said waving his hand in Draco's face. "Never spoken to parents. Don't know nothing about father's family."
"Your acting as though I'm stupid Potter. Of course I know you're an orphan. Every one knows you're an orphan."
Draco bit his lip and kept looking skywards in hope that Potter wouldn't notice. Truth be told he had //completely// forgotten that Potter was orphaned. Well, when he said completely he knew that his parents were dead. Every one knew that. But it had never really //struck// Draco until now. As a child his mother always told him the story of Harry Potter, in hopes probably that Draco wouldn't follow the same lines as his father had chose. But as a toddler learning how a child who was the same age as he, born the same year over come a powerful foe such as Voldemort. It was like something out of a fairy tale, or an Enid Blyton book, which he had foolishly enjoyed when he was a boy until his father found them that was.
But anyhow.hearing about the death of Potters parents had never seemed real until now. Hearing that he was orphaned from Potters lips somehow struck, like lightening.
Potter shook his head and walked off to admirer the lions that were at the foot of the column. Draco sighed and followed him pigeons flying away from his feet as he walked.
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He just looked at the lions. Courage they were meant to symbolise Harry guessed. Gryffindor's emblem was a lion. Things of great courage they were meant to be. And he Harry was what people thought a thing of bravery the perfect Gryffindor, brave loyal and true. Even though Harry didn't think it. He felt a coward; he brought Cedric to his death. He couldn't be brave enough just to take the trophy alone so that only Voldemort would confront him.
But people kept calling him true that he wasn't going to take all away that pride, the pride that should have belonged to Cedric. But he didn't want to think about that right now, or never.
Malfoy had somehow come by his side he was just standing there also looking deep in thought. Pondering. His hands in his pockets looking up at the lions, but it was quite obvious that he wasn't focusing. He had that faraway look in his eyes. The winter rays of sun shone off his white blonde hair highlighting it, as well as showing that his cheeks had gained a little colour from what Harry previously remembered. He had a sudden urge to burst out laughing and say that the Slytherin was blushing. But Harry decided against it. Draco Malfoy did not blush when somebody looked at him.
It was right then did it happen. It started off small. A twinge in his forehead, Harry put his hand to his scar and gasped a little.
"What is it?" Malfoy asked, broken away from his thinking session, the colour that was there had now left. But Harry didn't dwell on that.
"It's nothing. It'll go in a minute." He tried to smile. It was right as well. Ever since Voldemort had gained power his scar had hurt much more often then it used to. But it stopped pretty quickly. When once he went to Dumbledore the wise man could do nothing. All it was now was annoying.
Gingerly he took his hand away and smiled at Malfoy. "See?" He walked not more than a step away did it start again. Burning much like it did when he awoke from his nightmares. Frantically he looked around looking to see if he could see a cloaked man. But he couldn't. Voldemort wouldn't //really// come out here in the middle of the day. Would he?
Harry fell to his knees and kept his eyes tightly closed. He knew that if this carried on, if it reached such a peak he was going to vomit. So he kept his mouth clenched and eyes so tight he could see colours swimming in front of him. The colours formed shapes, and he started hearing voices. Screaming. There was a faired haired man there in the middle of the floor Death eaters all around. Voldemort sitting on his throne, torturing that poor man. It took a while for Harry to realise who he was, the pain in his head so intense prevented that. And when he did all that man was doing was lying there perfectly still. He looked dead.
The pain suddenly stopped and he lifted his head up and saw half of the population of London it looked like looking at him. Some tourists were taking photos of him. But the thing that he was most noticeable was the coolness of Malfoy's hand on his back, his thumb softly caressing. The comfort only lasted a second as Harry realised he had lifted his head up too fast. He stood up and ran away to a corner.
People probably thought he was drunk.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco ran over to the corner and helped steady Potter. "What is it?" He asked hastily. "//He's// not here is he?"
Potter shook his head. "No, well I don't think so. It was your father- under crucio."
Draco felt himself pale. "What? How?"
Potter shook his head. But soon decided against the idea and abruptly stopped. "I don't know. Maybe.maybe he was being blamed because.because of you." Draco took in a breath.
It was bound to happen. He hadn't turned out to be a perfect Death Eater. Voldemort had had high hopes for Draco Malfoy as soon as it was announced he was born. And now his young pure blood had been snatched away from him. 'Bad parenting' Voldemort no doubt called it.
He slid down the wall. "Was he alright?"
"I don't know. Why do you care, he disowned you."
"He's still my father Potter. I'm linked to him through blood. I may dislike him but it doesn't stop me loving him..." he cut himself short. He'd never said it before, he doubted that he even did. Lucius Malfoy definitely lacked affection for his son, unless it was in the negative way. He showed plenty of that.
"Yeah, well forgive me if I don't understand how you can love that monster." Potter huffed.
Draco sharply turned his heads to Potter. "He's my father...I suppose you don't know what it's like having one, considering that yours are dead and every thing."
"Yeah, thanks to the one that your father so blindly follows." Harry said standing up looking down at Draco. They were gathering quite a crowd. Draco stood up as well easily towering Potter, who looked as if he had stopped growing, while Draco had just had a growth spurt.
"Look let's not fight."
"Why the hell not. We do it really well. All we've ever done is fought ever since we we're eleven years old!"
"If memory serves well then I wanted to be friends with you, I gave you my hand."
"You slagged off my friends. Yeah I'm really going to be friends with some one who thinks that he's so much better than every one else. Let us not forget last year!"
"Things have changed since last year." Draco snarled.
A man, what looked like a tourist came up to them.
"Look boys are you alright?" He was an American.
'Stupid yank.' Draco thought to himself. 'Getting his nose into our business.'
"We're fine sir." Potter said with a smile. He then turned to Draco and with venom said; "Draco here is just acting like a prick, he's substituting for his lack of one."
Draco felt his eyes widen, and he saw Potter's do too and focus on some one behind him.
"Mr Malfoy." Potter greeted trying to steady his voice. Swallowing Draco turned around.
"Hello father." He said before even turning around.
But when he did so, he found no one.
Potter found harsh grey eyes upon him very quickly, but he was laughing.
"Oh I'm sorry, it was irresistible."
"Your scared of your father?" the American asked him raising an eyebrow.
"Draco's scared of his father, Draco's scared of his father." Potter sang.
"Shut up Potter." Draco spat. Potter suddenly became serious.
"Christ, I don't blame you he's //terrifying//"
Draco showed him his hand. "Look I'm tired, can we just go back. I want to find whether he's all right. Reckon Snape would know."
"I dunno." Potter shrugged.
Draco sighed. "Let's get the tube back to the hotel, please?"
The American tourist had gone back to his little tour groupie friends but he was still looking at them strange. Potter nodded. "Sure, but first I want to go to a supermarket, a big food shop."
"Why?"
"Because I think tomorrow would be a good day to have a hangover, that's why."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Muggles were pretty stupid. Harry had told Malfoy that the legal age was actually eighteen to buy alcohol, but amazingly Malfoy had got served and he was only fifteen, albeit tall and very mature looking too much knowledge in his eyes. In fact both of them had been there and not an eyebrow raised. Stupid muggles.
But Harry wasn't complaining.
The only other trouble was getting it into the hotel. The plan was that Malfoy would distract Snape inquiring about his father but that didn't need to be followed through. Snape wasn't there. So Malfoy and Harry guessed that he had been at the Death Eaters meeting, which was quite worrying, and scary throughout the future. If Voldemort were willing to torture a loyal Death Eater for a mistake of a son, what would he do to an unloyal one? Even though Harry had never liked Snape.change that, even though Harry hated Snape with a passion, it didn't mean that he wanted to be tortured and then killed brutally.
The absence of Snape made Draco that bit more worried. He wanted to know if his father was alive. The high worry pressure made the young Malfoy want to drink more.
Like with all these plans, it seemed a good idea at the time. Why it did remained a mystery to both of them. Harry hated having visions, especially in the day. He would have to stop and buckle over. At school it wasn't //too// bad. Every one knew what was going on and the teacher would either take him the hospital wing or Dumbledore's office. Either way, he would get out of the classroom. When it was on the street. it was an entirely different kettle of fish. Even worse was when he was with the Durselys. Once he had stared screaming so Uncle Vernon had taken him out of the room and kicked him a few times in the stomach at the same time that Harry was having the vision.
But this time he was with some one that understood. Not Ron of Hermione, but somebody who understood the wrath of Voldemort. That, Harry found extremely soothing.
But the alcohol didn't solve his problems, instead he just went silent for ages, his head lying in Draco's lap, the Slytherin lightly stroking his hair. For what seemed ages they stayed there not saying anything, Harry sipping on his cheap vodka and coke, it was murderously strong and Harry could taste in sickening taste of the vodka. But he didn't mind, it was his punishment, but for what Harry didn't yet know. Maybe for seeing things, Lucius Malfoy being tortured and having to tell Draco.
Strange as it was Malfoy had quite suddenly become Draco. It sounded better though distinguished the boy from the man.
His head started the swoom, dizziness started to take over, and Harry lifted his head up and bumped Draco's chin. Harry levelled his head up (faces extremely close) and tried to mutter 'sorry' it failed though. Somehow, in his drunken self, he had found Draco's lips deeply inciting and when he had moved his lips they had some how touched.
It wasn't like the last time this had happened. There was no inner feeling prevented them, both were away with the fairies so it wasn't long before it was most definitely a kiss, neither of them taking control, letting fate take it's way.
But of course something had to stop them before sooner of later.
"Draco? Are you in there?"
Draco jumped back.
"Holy shit, it's Snape!" he yelled.
Harry paid no mind, he knew he was smiling like an idiot. "Who cares? He leaned into Draco again, but he pulled back.
"No! What are we going to do about this?" He whispered urgently, pointing at the booze.
Harry shrugged, and looked at his watch ten fifteen. "I dunno, who cares?" Kissing Draco had obviously made Harry that bit merrier.
Draco jumped up and Harry, who had been leaning on him, fell flat on his face of the bed.
"What are you too doing in there?" Snape called through the door. "If you don't answer soon, I will open this door."
Draco pulled Harry up and pushed him in the cupboard, along with all the alcohol, and shut the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Professor." Draco greeted, "Come in." He was using all of his concentration just to act sober, when he also was with the fairies, although not as bad as Harry.
Snape stepped into the room. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, Draco.."
He was just about to tell Draco when a noise came from the bathroom, an untuneful singing noise.
".I feel pretty oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay!"
Draco had to cough at that last word.
"What is Potter doing in that bathroom?" Snape asked eyes widening.
"Um, you know Potter, so vane."
"Potter doesn't sing in front of the mirror. Potter!"
"Sevvie!" He yelled. Draco inwardly groaned.
"Potter, you had better not be drunk."
"Drunk.why Sev' would //I// ever get drunk. I'm fine, I'm perfectly capable of walking home."
"Tell me Potter would you like a kebab?"
The door opened and he came tumbling out.
"Would I? Boy do I ever!"
"This way Potter."
"Drinking!" Snape yelled, in his lounge area of his room, (teachers always get cool rooms on school trips) "What on earth processed you to do that!"
Draco said nothing, remaining silent, Harry was looking up at him, looking like a puppy with his favourite chew toy taken away.
"Well!" Snape yelled. "You do know that this will probably mean that you'll go back to school."
Draco swallowed, "Sir.we."
"Is Draco's dad alright? We tried to find you but we guessed you were still at the meeting." Harry said
"How do you know...?"
"Harry saw my father.at the meeting. Both of us just got really depressed. The alcohol seemed a good idea at the time."
"I was wondering something." Harry blurted out, smiling again. "If I stand in a compost heap, will I turn into compost?"
"Oh do be quiet Potter." Snape said. "I see, so you thought that if you get drunk enough that your pain will be gone.poof." Draco, yet again, gagged. "Very well, learn the lesson young." He leaned close to Draco. "It doesn't work.trust me."
Harry was peering at Snape's eyes. "Your eyes, they're very black. I used to have this reoccurring dream as a kid. There was this pair of really dark eyes, and they were really scary, then I would start crying, and all I would see was green light. Then I would wake up."
Recognition it looked like flashed through Snapes eyes, but it quickly vanished. "Both of you will get detention when we return to school. And let tomorrow be a wise lesson to you both."
A/N: Ok then don't laugh, but that thing with the compost heap. I really actually said that myself one new years eve. Bows down in shame but I was actually in a compost heap.
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better. But make sure u know what ur talking about, u don't want to make a fool of yourself now. :)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
And thank you for all the reviews you've given me. I love you all. You inspire me to write! Thank you I was deeply overwhelmed by your response, thank you so much!
Chapter 3
Harry rolled over grunting. There was a bright light and the prospect of opening his eyes stung his eyes, so he moved away from the light. Slowly he opened them rubbing away the sleep. It took a while to focus but when he did; he got quite a shock. At first he thought that he was imagining it. Draco Malfoy could not be in his bed.
He blinked a few times, and breathed deeply so not to panic. He leaned up on his side taking some of the quilt with him and he heard Malfoy moan and move closer to him. His body //was// very warm so slowly Harry leant back down lying on his side with Malfoy-only to keep warm- he constantly told himself.
Malfoy looked like a child sleeping, so innocent. Harry didn't want to know what he had done with his father during the beginning of the war. But there was obviously something that young Draco Malfoy had seen or done that made him turn back to the good side. Some thing awful as it meant that he was willing to be disowned by his father just to get away.
After a couple of minutes Malfoy woke up and smiled at Harry. Then his face fell. "Dam, my plan failed."
"Your plan?" Harry asked an eyebrow raising slightly.
"Yeah." Malfoy sat up still looking at Harry. "I was cold, couldn't get to sleep. I was meant to wake before you and go to my own bed so you wouldn't know I was here. It was just so very cold."
"I don't mind." And Harry was shocked with himself when he realised that he really //didn't// mind. It had kept him warm.
"I'm sorry. It seemed a good idea at the time."
Harry sat up next to him. "And now?" he asked looking into those once cold sliver eyes, that now looked broken, like he had see things that no one should have to see at his age.
"Well I'm not wavering."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I'm sticking by my original thought."
Harry swallowed on a tight throat, and he licked his lips. Something strange was going on and he didn't know what. Malfoy was acting strange around him ever since the night before last when they had shared the briefest of kisses. Harry had tried to convince himself that it was just teenage hormones going haywire and both of them were tired and Harry looked //very// different without his glasses on. That was what it was.
But still.
There was something that Harry couldn't quite lay his finger on. Some feeling running around his stupid adolescent body that he didn't understand. Something towards a certain Malfoy. He shook it off before he could dwell on it and got out of bed.
Once dressed he went down to breakfast, which consisted of one piece of toast and Ron muttering away in his ear. "I see that you made it this morning, unscathed"
"Yeah." Harry said absentmindedly his head on the heal of his hand toast lingering around his mouth. Slowly he took a bite but immediately afterwards felt as though he was going to be sick.
He didn't know what was going on. There was something definitely going on between Malfoy and him. They had spent two days together and neither had ended up in a body bag. It was something that surprised Harry greatly. He tried to take another bite of his toast but his mind was too far away he missed and ended up getting marmalade on his cheek.
Ron laughed his mouth full with porridge, and evidently choked as a consequence. Harry looked up and saw that Malfoy hadn't laughed one little bit.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He couldn't stop looking at him. He wasn't even focusing on Potter just.looking at him for no reason. Well.that wasn't entirely true, he knew the reason but he wasn't going to think that in random thoughts. But still Draco was certain that Potter //must// have noticed something.who finds someone else in their bed when they wake up without asking questions. Potter it seemed like. The boy who lived was the most peculiar person. Maybe Voldemort //had// messed up Potter's brain, perhaps that Skeeter woman was right.or maybe Potter was just feeling something a little more favourable of Draco's part. No Voldemort must have messed up his brain.
Either way Draco didn't mind as long as Potter didn't horridly murder him. But if it had been at the hands of Potter. Draco blinked out such thoughts and suddenly hit earth when Weasley burst out laughing. Regaining focus he saw that Potter had somehow got marmalade on his cheek. 'How very mature of Weasley to find //that// amusing' Draco sarcastically thought. He just looked at Potter wondering weather he, Draco would be able to lick it off for him.
Leicester Square was the target today. Getting there didn't prove much of a problem. Though the Tube was late. so they had to walk most of the way, and they looked at some of the over tourists sites before hand. They didn't arrive at their destination until late afternoon.
Draco was amazed at how many god dam pigeons there were, fat ones scrawny ones and amazingly pretty ones (for pigeons) drawing his eyes from the ground he saw Nelsons column smiling to himself Potter asked; "Your not going to tell me you're related to Lord Nelson as well."
"What?" Draco asked. "Of course not. Merlin. Wouldn't put it passed if you were though." He said smirking to himself.
Harry paled. "I am not."
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I'm not," Harry asked. "Am I?"
Draco scoffed. "I doubt it, and beside how am I supposed to know. It's your family."
Harry opened his mouth and huffed. "Orphan hello?" he said waving his hand in Draco's face. "Never spoken to parents. Don't know nothing about father's family."
"Your acting as though I'm stupid Potter. Of course I know you're an orphan. Every one knows you're an orphan."
Draco bit his lip and kept looking skywards in hope that Potter wouldn't notice. Truth be told he had //completely// forgotten that Potter was orphaned. Well, when he said completely he knew that his parents were dead. Every one knew that. But it had never really //struck// Draco until now. As a child his mother always told him the story of Harry Potter, in hopes probably that Draco wouldn't follow the same lines as his father had chose. But as a toddler learning how a child who was the same age as he, born the same year over come a powerful foe such as Voldemort. It was like something out of a fairy tale, or an Enid Blyton book, which he had foolishly enjoyed when he was a boy until his father found them that was.
But anyhow.hearing about the death of Potters parents had never seemed real until now. Hearing that he was orphaned from Potters lips somehow struck, like lightening.
Potter shook his head and walked off to admirer the lions that were at the foot of the column. Draco sighed and followed him pigeons flying away from his feet as he walked.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He just looked at the lions. Courage they were meant to symbolise Harry guessed. Gryffindor's emblem was a lion. Things of great courage they were meant to be. And he Harry was what people thought a thing of bravery the perfect Gryffindor, brave loyal and true. Even though Harry didn't think it. He felt a coward; he brought Cedric to his death. He couldn't be brave enough just to take the trophy alone so that only Voldemort would confront him.
But people kept calling him true that he wasn't going to take all away that pride, the pride that should have belonged to Cedric. But he didn't want to think about that right now, or never.
Malfoy had somehow come by his side he was just standing there also looking deep in thought. Pondering. His hands in his pockets looking up at the lions, but it was quite obvious that he wasn't focusing. He had that faraway look in his eyes. The winter rays of sun shone off his white blonde hair highlighting it, as well as showing that his cheeks had gained a little colour from what Harry previously remembered. He had a sudden urge to burst out laughing and say that the Slytherin was blushing. But Harry decided against it. Draco Malfoy did not blush when somebody looked at him.
It was right then did it happen. It started off small. A twinge in his forehead, Harry put his hand to his scar and gasped a little.
"What is it?" Malfoy asked, broken away from his thinking session, the colour that was there had now left. But Harry didn't dwell on that.
"It's nothing. It'll go in a minute." He tried to smile. It was right as well. Ever since Voldemort had gained power his scar had hurt much more often then it used to. But it stopped pretty quickly. When once he went to Dumbledore the wise man could do nothing. All it was now was annoying.
Gingerly he took his hand away and smiled at Malfoy. "See?" He walked not more than a step away did it start again. Burning much like it did when he awoke from his nightmares. Frantically he looked around looking to see if he could see a cloaked man. But he couldn't. Voldemort wouldn't //really// come out here in the middle of the day. Would he?
Harry fell to his knees and kept his eyes tightly closed. He knew that if this carried on, if it reached such a peak he was going to vomit. So he kept his mouth clenched and eyes so tight he could see colours swimming in front of him. The colours formed shapes, and he started hearing voices. Screaming. There was a faired haired man there in the middle of the floor Death eaters all around. Voldemort sitting on his throne, torturing that poor man. It took a while for Harry to realise who he was, the pain in his head so intense prevented that. And when he did all that man was doing was lying there perfectly still. He looked dead.
The pain suddenly stopped and he lifted his head up and saw half of the population of London it looked like looking at him. Some tourists were taking photos of him. But the thing that he was most noticeable was the coolness of Malfoy's hand on his back, his thumb softly caressing. The comfort only lasted a second as Harry realised he had lifted his head up too fast. He stood up and ran away to a corner.
People probably thought he was drunk.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco ran over to the corner and helped steady Potter. "What is it?" He asked hastily. "//He's// not here is he?"
Potter shook his head. "No, well I don't think so. It was your father- under crucio."
Draco felt himself pale. "What? How?"
Potter shook his head. But soon decided against the idea and abruptly stopped. "I don't know. Maybe.maybe he was being blamed because.because of you." Draco took in a breath.
It was bound to happen. He hadn't turned out to be a perfect Death Eater. Voldemort had had high hopes for Draco Malfoy as soon as it was announced he was born. And now his young pure blood had been snatched away from him. 'Bad parenting' Voldemort no doubt called it.
He slid down the wall. "Was he alright?"
"I don't know. Why do you care, he disowned you."
"He's still my father Potter. I'm linked to him through blood. I may dislike him but it doesn't stop me loving him..." he cut himself short. He'd never said it before, he doubted that he even did. Lucius Malfoy definitely lacked affection for his son, unless it was in the negative way. He showed plenty of that.
"Yeah, well forgive me if I don't understand how you can love that monster." Potter huffed.
Draco sharply turned his heads to Potter. "He's my father...I suppose you don't know what it's like having one, considering that yours are dead and every thing."
"Yeah, thanks to the one that your father so blindly follows." Harry said standing up looking down at Draco. They were gathering quite a crowd. Draco stood up as well easily towering Potter, who looked as if he had stopped growing, while Draco had just had a growth spurt.
"Look let's not fight."
"Why the hell not. We do it really well. All we've ever done is fought ever since we we're eleven years old!"
"If memory serves well then I wanted to be friends with you, I gave you my hand."
"You slagged off my friends. Yeah I'm really going to be friends with some one who thinks that he's so much better than every one else. Let us not forget last year!"
"Things have changed since last year." Draco snarled.
A man, what looked like a tourist came up to them.
"Look boys are you alright?" He was an American.
'Stupid yank.' Draco thought to himself. 'Getting his nose into our business.'
"We're fine sir." Potter said with a smile. He then turned to Draco and with venom said; "Draco here is just acting like a prick, he's substituting for his lack of one."
Draco felt his eyes widen, and he saw Potter's do too and focus on some one behind him.
"Mr Malfoy." Potter greeted trying to steady his voice. Swallowing Draco turned around.
"Hello father." He said before even turning around.
But when he did so, he found no one.
Potter found harsh grey eyes upon him very quickly, but he was laughing.
"Oh I'm sorry, it was irresistible."
"Your scared of your father?" the American asked him raising an eyebrow.
"Draco's scared of his father, Draco's scared of his father." Potter sang.
"Shut up Potter." Draco spat. Potter suddenly became serious.
"Christ, I don't blame you he's //terrifying//"
Draco showed him his hand. "Look I'm tired, can we just go back. I want to find whether he's all right. Reckon Snape would know."
"I dunno." Potter shrugged.
Draco sighed. "Let's get the tube back to the hotel, please?"
The American tourist had gone back to his little tour groupie friends but he was still looking at them strange. Potter nodded. "Sure, but first I want to go to a supermarket, a big food shop."
"Why?"
"Because I think tomorrow would be a good day to have a hangover, that's why."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Muggles were pretty stupid. Harry had told Malfoy that the legal age was actually eighteen to buy alcohol, but amazingly Malfoy had got served and he was only fifteen, albeit tall and very mature looking too much knowledge in his eyes. In fact both of them had been there and not an eyebrow raised. Stupid muggles.
But Harry wasn't complaining.
The only other trouble was getting it into the hotel. The plan was that Malfoy would distract Snape inquiring about his father but that didn't need to be followed through. Snape wasn't there. So Malfoy and Harry guessed that he had been at the Death Eaters meeting, which was quite worrying, and scary throughout the future. If Voldemort were willing to torture a loyal Death Eater for a mistake of a son, what would he do to an unloyal one? Even though Harry had never liked Snape.change that, even though Harry hated Snape with a passion, it didn't mean that he wanted to be tortured and then killed brutally.
The absence of Snape made Draco that bit more worried. He wanted to know if his father was alive. The high worry pressure made the young Malfoy want to drink more.
Like with all these plans, it seemed a good idea at the time. Why it did remained a mystery to both of them. Harry hated having visions, especially in the day. He would have to stop and buckle over. At school it wasn't //too// bad. Every one knew what was going on and the teacher would either take him the hospital wing or Dumbledore's office. Either way, he would get out of the classroom. When it was on the street. it was an entirely different kettle of fish. Even worse was when he was with the Durselys. Once he had stared screaming so Uncle Vernon had taken him out of the room and kicked him a few times in the stomach at the same time that Harry was having the vision.
But this time he was with some one that understood. Not Ron of Hermione, but somebody who understood the wrath of Voldemort. That, Harry found extremely soothing.
But the alcohol didn't solve his problems, instead he just went silent for ages, his head lying in Draco's lap, the Slytherin lightly stroking his hair. For what seemed ages they stayed there not saying anything, Harry sipping on his cheap vodka and coke, it was murderously strong and Harry could taste in sickening taste of the vodka. But he didn't mind, it was his punishment, but for what Harry didn't yet know. Maybe for seeing things, Lucius Malfoy being tortured and having to tell Draco.
Strange as it was Malfoy had quite suddenly become Draco. It sounded better though distinguished the boy from the man.
His head started the swoom, dizziness started to take over, and Harry lifted his head up and bumped Draco's chin. Harry levelled his head up (faces extremely close) and tried to mutter 'sorry' it failed though. Somehow, in his drunken self, he had found Draco's lips deeply inciting and when he had moved his lips they had some how touched.
It wasn't like the last time this had happened. There was no inner feeling prevented them, both were away with the fairies so it wasn't long before it was most definitely a kiss, neither of them taking control, letting fate take it's way.
But of course something had to stop them before sooner of later.
"Draco? Are you in there?"
Draco jumped back.
"Holy shit, it's Snape!" he yelled.
Harry paid no mind, he knew he was smiling like an idiot. "Who cares? He leaned into Draco again, but he pulled back.
"No! What are we going to do about this?" He whispered urgently, pointing at the booze.
Harry shrugged, and looked at his watch ten fifteen. "I dunno, who cares?" Kissing Draco had obviously made Harry that bit merrier.
Draco jumped up and Harry, who had been leaning on him, fell flat on his face of the bed.
"What are you too doing in there?" Snape called through the door. "If you don't answer soon, I will open this door."
Draco pulled Harry up and pushed him in the cupboard, along with all the alcohol, and shut the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Professor." Draco greeted, "Come in." He was using all of his concentration just to act sober, when he also was with the fairies, although not as bad as Harry.
Snape stepped into the room. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, Draco.."
He was just about to tell Draco when a noise came from the bathroom, an untuneful singing noise.
".I feel pretty oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay!"
Draco had to cough at that last word.
"What is Potter doing in that bathroom?" Snape asked eyes widening.
"Um, you know Potter, so vane."
"Potter doesn't sing in front of the mirror. Potter!"
"Sevvie!" He yelled. Draco inwardly groaned.
"Potter, you had better not be drunk."
"Drunk.why Sev' would //I// ever get drunk. I'm fine, I'm perfectly capable of walking home."
"Tell me Potter would you like a kebab?"
The door opened and he came tumbling out.
"Would I? Boy do I ever!"
"This way Potter."
"Drinking!" Snape yelled, in his lounge area of his room, (teachers always get cool rooms on school trips) "What on earth processed you to do that!"
Draco said nothing, remaining silent, Harry was looking up at him, looking like a puppy with his favourite chew toy taken away.
"Well!" Snape yelled. "You do know that this will probably mean that you'll go back to school."
Draco swallowed, "Sir.we."
"Is Draco's dad alright? We tried to find you but we guessed you were still at the meeting." Harry said
"How do you know...?"
"Harry saw my father.at the meeting. Both of us just got really depressed. The alcohol seemed a good idea at the time."
"I was wondering something." Harry blurted out, smiling again. "If I stand in a compost heap, will I turn into compost?"
"Oh do be quiet Potter." Snape said. "I see, so you thought that if you get drunk enough that your pain will be gone.poof." Draco, yet again, gagged. "Very well, learn the lesson young." He leaned close to Draco. "It doesn't work.trust me."
Harry was peering at Snape's eyes. "Your eyes, they're very black. I used to have this reoccurring dream as a kid. There was this pair of really dark eyes, and they were really scary, then I would start crying, and all I would see was green light. Then I would wake up."
Recognition it looked like flashed through Snapes eyes, but it quickly vanished. "Both of you will get detention when we return to school. And let tomorrow be a wise lesson to you both."
A/N: Ok then don't laugh, but that thing with the compost heap. I really actually said that myself one new years eve. Bows down in shame but I was actually in a compost heap.