It was Harry's lucky summer. Usually, Harry hated summer break, he hated going to the Dursley's and leaving Hogwarts, but this year, he'd enjoy it to the fullest. The Dursley's decided to take a one-month vacation to Venice after Vernon hit the jackpot at work. Of course, they didn't want anything to do with Harry, and wouldn't dream of privileging him enough to go to Venice with them, so they set the ground rules and left him at home. Seeing as to how Harry had no muggle friends anywhere near here, he had already planned on having Hermione and Ron over, but had no idea what to do for a whole month.
It was only the day after the Dursleys had left when Harry discovered he was more than bored, he was dying of boredom. He had already sent owls to Hermione and Ron, and found out they couldn't come until next week. Great. He wandered out side, it was so sunny he had to cover his eyes with the palms of his hands. He decided to take it easy and take a walk, not knowing were he was going. Sure, doing house chores was torture, but at least it kept him busy. '
'I must be dillusional from the heat' Harry thought, 'There is no way i actually WANT to do house work!'
Turning on to Petal Drive, Harry saw two huge moving trucks. 'Someone's moving in? I wonder if their a wizard...' The thought quickly passed out of Harry's mind when something collided with his back.
A box collided with his head, Cd's, books, and posters littered the ground Harry found himself laying on.
"Bloody hell! Look what you've done you oaf!" Harry new that voice instantly.
Getting up and nursing his sore bum, he sighed in frustration.
"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here"
"Moving in, now if you could just pick up everything YOU knocked out of my box! I could be on my way, your wasting time and oxygen. Potter" Malfoy said in his trademark go-to-hell voice.
Turning around, Harry was taken back by what he saw. Malfoy well, wasn't Malfoy. He was wearing form fitting jeans, that hung loosely to Malfoys small frame, he had on a tight camouflage shirt, and a black jean jacket that was torn in more than a few places, and littered with patches and pins.
"What happened to you...?" Harry asked questionably.
"Nothing happened to me Potter! Now hurry up and pick up my belongings you so rudely knocked over!"
"I did no such thing! The box fell on me!"
"Did not."
"Shut up Malfoy!" Malfoy responded with a slight, sarcastic chuckle.
Then Harry noticed it. His hair, Malfoys trademark hair had changed. In 5 whole years, it had always been the same, and now...it was so...DIFFERENT. He had chin length bangs sticking to the sides of his face, messy...and the back had been slightly ruffled and sticking up. Malfoy began picking up the CD's and posters that had fallen to the ground, Harry continued starring at Malfoy, till one of the CD's had caught his attention. Rancid. What in the world was Rancid?
"Hey Malfoy, whats...Rancid?" Malfoy was starring at him, in an amazed expression.
"Potter..you live in the muggle world...though you don't know who Rancid is? You MUST be kidding!"
"Does it look like im kidding? So Rancid is something in the Muggle world?"
"Yes. it's a BAND. My god why am i explaining something to the great Harry fucking Potter" Malfoy said to himself as he began walking up to the houses door.
"That's pretty rude Malfoy! You could have at least said goodbye!" Harry grumbled as he walked back home. He promptly heard a loud slam of a door, well he didnt have to guess which house that came from.
...I know that a band has to do with music, but...whats Rancid? Harry wondered aloud.
It was only the day after the Dursleys had left when Harry discovered he was more than bored, he was dying of boredom. He had already sent owls to Hermione and Ron, and found out they couldn't come until next week. Great. He wandered out side, it was so sunny he had to cover his eyes with the palms of his hands. He decided to take it easy and take a walk, not knowing were he was going. Sure, doing house chores was torture, but at least it kept him busy. '
'I must be dillusional from the heat' Harry thought, 'There is no way i actually WANT to do house work!'
Turning on to Petal Drive, Harry saw two huge moving trucks. 'Someone's moving in? I wonder if their a wizard...' The thought quickly passed out of Harry's mind when something collided with his back.
A box collided with his head, Cd's, books, and posters littered the ground Harry found himself laying on.
"Bloody hell! Look what you've done you oaf!" Harry new that voice instantly.
Getting up and nursing his sore bum, he sighed in frustration.
"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here"
"Moving in, now if you could just pick up everything YOU knocked out of my box! I could be on my way, your wasting time and oxygen. Potter" Malfoy said in his trademark go-to-hell voice.
Turning around, Harry was taken back by what he saw. Malfoy well, wasn't Malfoy. He was wearing form fitting jeans, that hung loosely to Malfoys small frame, he had on a tight camouflage shirt, and a black jean jacket that was torn in more than a few places, and littered with patches and pins.
"What happened to you...?" Harry asked questionably.
"Nothing happened to me Potter! Now hurry up and pick up my belongings you so rudely knocked over!"
"I did no such thing! The box fell on me!"
"Did not."
"Shut up Malfoy!" Malfoy responded with a slight, sarcastic chuckle.
Then Harry noticed it. His hair, Malfoys trademark hair had changed. In 5 whole years, it had always been the same, and now...it was so...DIFFERENT. He had chin length bangs sticking to the sides of his face, messy...and the back had been slightly ruffled and sticking up. Malfoy began picking up the CD's and posters that had fallen to the ground, Harry continued starring at Malfoy, till one of the CD's had caught his attention. Rancid. What in the world was Rancid?
"Hey Malfoy, whats...Rancid?" Malfoy was starring at him, in an amazed expression.
"Potter..you live in the muggle world...though you don't know who Rancid is? You MUST be kidding!"
"Does it look like im kidding? So Rancid is something in the Muggle world?"
"Yes. it's a BAND. My god why am i explaining something to the great Harry fucking Potter" Malfoy said to himself as he began walking up to the houses door.
"That's pretty rude Malfoy! You could have at least said goodbye!" Harry grumbled as he walked back home. He promptly heard a loud slam of a door, well he didnt have to guess which house that came from.
...I know that a band has to do with music, but...whats Rancid? Harry wondered aloud.