TITLE: Coming Down
RATING: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: *indicates thought*
- Any sexual tension between Harry and Draco was unintentional, but so fun to play with.
- Thanks everyone who reviewed and special thanks to Suzie for reading over my scribbled notes and encouraging me!
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Draco leaned against the wall, he was beginning to feel a bit groggy. *Mother must have broken out the good stuff tonight. Wish I could have found this during last summer holidays.* The world was spinning slightly and Draco was feeling quite content to keep watching it from his corner position.
"Draco!"
TWACK
Lucius came up along side him and slapped his cane against his shins. An action that always brought an instant correctness in posture.
"Draco you've been hiding in this corner all night and ignoring everyone. Plenty of your friends are here, Goyle, Crabb, Pansy…"
Draco felt himself beginning to tune out.
THWACK
*Bloody Hell! One of these days I'm going to take that cane and shove it right up his…*
THWACK
Draco glared at his father, Lucius just smirked back. He continued on as if nothing had happened.
"You know anybody would think you didn't want to be here" *If he hits me again I'm going to cut his…* "You know that pretty sixth year Vis is here with her very rich parents." Draco smiled, he knew his father was trying to get him interested but he'd already been out with Vis, he'd dated just about everyone in Slytherin, with the exception of Millicent Bulstrode and a few others.
"So quite a few people then?"
"Plenty, I have no idea why you're being so antisocial, go talk to someone. Have a conversation, look Goyle is right over there."
Draco snickered, "conversation?"
"Yes well, that still doesn't excuse you for acting like such a brat."
"Well maybe I'm bored father. This is the same as every other boring party, filled with the same boring people that I've had plenty of boring conversations with before."
He didn't seem angry, he didn't even raise his cane. Instead Lucius just smiled at him, something that was never a good sign.
"I am well aware of that Draco, it's why tonight I have decided I've organised some extra entertainment."
Draco's stomach tightened
"Entertainment?"
"Yes, it'll be quite a little bash by the end of the evening, and I assure you Draco, you'll be anything but bored."
Draco smiled at his father uneasily. He'd heard stories about Death Eater parties, from his father mostly, but he'd never been to one. He was either to young or at school. *But they wouldn't, would they?* Realisation dawned on Draco.
"A morale boost then?" Lucius gave him a very unpleasant smile.
"Something like that." Lucius smile went from unpleasant to absolutely frightening and then he swept away, his robes billowing behind him.
Draco felt very edgy, this wasn't good. He hated being anything but calm. Quickly he pushed himself off the wall and went in the direction of Crabb and Goyle. Did he want to witness whatever was going to happen tonight? It would be expected, this was his house. He couldn't just leave.
God he was a gutless. *Why aren't I looking forward to it? I should be, before graduation I would have been..* Draco felt strange. And it wasn't just nervousness, the world was kind of hazy now, as well as spinning.
"Draco! Where have you been all night?" Pansy purred at him, kissing him on the cheek. Crabb and Goyle grunted their hellos.
"Just around, playing host you know."
Pansy was smiling at him, a little secretive smile.
"What?"
"Oh nothing." *Great Pansy has the hots for me again.* He cast a 'how pathetic' look at Crabb and Goyle but they were smiling at him to. Like they had some big secret that he didn't know about.
"Ok, what is it?"
"What's what Draco?"
"Why are you smiling, frankly it's scary. What did you find out about father's little surprise or something?" Goyle was grinning ear to ear, like a huge doofas. "What is so fucking lovely that has you smiling like that?"
Draco felt his voice rising, his left arm twitched. For some reason that stupid grin, it was just annoying the crap out of him. Grating at him. He felt a sudden need to stop it, in anyway possible.
"Seriously! If you know what's going to happen just tell me and stop standing there like an idiot." Goyle wavered a little but he kept on grinning. "Come on Goyle! Answer me!"
"Draco" he whinned "What cha looking at me like that for? There's something wrong with ya eyes" Next to him Pansy shifted uncomfortably, Crabb looked at the ground.
"It cause your so ugly!" *Wow primary school much, were did that come from?*
"Hey!" Goyle pushed him slightly. Draco felt like he was having an out of body experience. Did Goyle just, push him? *Oh that's it*
Draco lunged at Goyle, they fell to the floor wrestling, over Goyle's screaming he could hear Pansy speaking.
"Guess that means the entertainments started."
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Draco braced himself against the shower wall. *Entertainment? His father had made him the entertainment? Fucking Typical.* His father was always finding new ways to embarrass him. *But that doesn't mean I'd just up and spy on him, his done worse.* Draco was frustrated, he couldn't remember anymore of what happened after he'd attacked Goyle.
At least the memories where returning, even if they were coming back slowly and in no order. It was such a pain, like going to the toilet in the middle of a muggle movie and not knowing what's going on when you get back.
Hoping out of the shower he caught a look of himself in the mirror. There were scratches were all over his entire body, his back, his chest, practically everywhere. *This is getting a fucking ridiculous? Next thing you know I'll have grown a third testicle.* His gaze flew downwards. *Thank Merlin for that.*
He looked at his clothes, mud and blood was not a good look for him. He headed out to find Harry.
"Hey Potter? Where are you?"
Draco took a look around the living room. There were heaps of picture frames on the walls. Pictures of Ron, Hermione, the Gryfindor Quiditch team, his Gryfindor classmates. He recognised photos of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
There was plenty of pictures of one particular couple. In one photo they were holding a baby in their arms, a man with untidy black hair and a woman with astonishing green eyes. All the pictures were in matching black frames against the wall, all in perfect alignment.
Draco grinned at the sentimentality of it. There was even a picture of him in there. Well him and Harry anyway. A picture he remembered being in the daily prophet. Little him and Harry were racing head to head, hands outstretched, making a grab for the snitch. It had been the first and last match of that quiditch season, before things began hotting up again. Even the national quiditch league had been cancelled this year. Draco frowned, it was like the boy wanted to preserve everything important to him in his life.
"Hey Potter were have you gotten to?" Draco walked into the kitchen, no Harry. Back out into the lounge room again. "Scarhead were are you?"
"Right here Ferret Boy." Draco turned to see Harry standing behind him. *Jeez, Stealthy much?*
"Do you have any clothes I could wear?"
"Ummm…ah..yeah sure"
Harry was looking self-conscious, and he seemed to have a sudden interest in the ceiling. Harry glanced back at him and when Draco caught his eye he quickly turned away. Draco's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. *What's wrong with him? *
"Um I'll just get some for you, might be a bit…errr…tight though" Harry hurried out of the lounge room.
Draco didn't get it. He hadn't done anything, he'd just gotten out of the shower… Suddenly Draco broke out into a wild grin. Harry was embarrassed, oh this is to funny. Harry Potter was embarrassed to see him wearing nothing but a towel. Draco could giggle it was so amusing. And Malfoy's didn't giggle.
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Harry started rummaging through his closet for something that would fit Malfoy. Draco had managed to become more solid in his later years. All the Quiditch he played had made him well muscled but he still remained as graceful as a cat. He was a good inch taller than Harry though, almost as tall as Ron.
But honestly. *Who goes prancing around someone else's house half naked!?*
"So Potter, now that I'm here what do you intend to do with me." Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's voice, hitting his head against a shelf. He hadn't heard him come in.
"Get rid of you as soon as possible." Draco dropped and sat on the bed.
"Awwww Potter your breaking my heart."
Harry threw some clothes in his direction. Draco started getting changed right then and there. Harry turned away quickly. *Had the man no shame!?*
"So why do you want to get rid of me so quickly? …Besides the fact I'm me" He added quickly.
"Hermione's missing."
"Since when?"
"Last night"
Harry studied Draco's face. He was looking for anything, a flash of recognition. Something that could mean someone, wherever the hell Draco was last night had said something about what was going to happen to her.
"So why are you still here?"
"Because of you."
"Not that I'm not touched, but why really?"
"Because potentially, you're dangerous." Draco laughed.
"So what else is knew? The past two years everyone who wasn't a Slytherin shit themselves every time I sneezed in their general direction."
"Pfffft"
"I'm being serious! Don't pretend you didn't notice. Every time we worked with poisonous plants Sprout would practically stand over me to make sure I didn't nick any."
"Yeah sure, that was the reason. Because it's not like you've never been poisoned by anything in Herbology before. Do you recall a certain incident involving Geriticus in sixth year?"
"So that's why I wasn't aloud to read certain books in the library?"
Harry knew Draco wasn't over exaggerating. The entire seventh year he'd noticed the way people had been reacting to Draco. You'd have to be blind not to. Teachers breathed down his neck. A lot of the younger students, even the Slytherins, were afraid of him.
As a result Draco was much more subdued and he and Harry had only had one encounter that year that ended in hexes. And when a Slytherin wasn't with him, most of the seventh years found him rather agreeable. He didn't make as many degrading comments, his sneer had lost a lot of its sting. But the low profile didn't help him, it only made the rumors about him more and more outlandish.
When his father had escaped from Askaban the stories about how Draco had spent the summer with him torturing muggles surfaced. According to them he'd been learning everything Lucius knew in case he was captured again, and Draco had to take his place in Voldemort's inner circle.
Everyone seemed to know someone who had a muggle-born friend that Draco had killed, raped or tortured. Students tried to catch a glimpse of his arm to see if he had the dark mark. Once Draco had lost his temper about something and thrown a book at the wall. Days afterwards it was still news, only now Draco had attacked a fourth year that insulted his family. There was as many people talking about Draco as there were talking about Harry. Harry smiled dryly at the thought, Draco should have been happy, it was what he'd always wanted.
"So did you really sabotage Colin Crevie's potions assignment?" Draco gave Harry a wry grin.
"Oh sure I did, and it's also true I used lustice to seduce Professor McGonagall."
"Malfoy, even the first years didn't beleive that one."
"What you think I couldn't do it? I'm irresistible"
Harry just gave him a look to let him know what he thought about that comment. *Arrogant git.*
"So do those clothes fit?"
Draco stood up and twirled around. He was wearing a pair of faded black denim jeans and a black t-shit.
"Perfect. So when are we leaving?"
"What?"
"When are we leaving? What are we just going to stay here still these stupid drugs wear off? I thought Hermione was missing" Harry was a little shocked. Did Draco just offer help? *I can't just run off investigating with Draco, he's unstable! He cried!* But he'd had just offered the perfect solution.
"Do you actually care what happens to her?"
"Of course I care, I'm on the side of good now, remember?" Harry got the feeling it was going to be a hard idea to get used to. "Besides, in my fragile state I don't want to stay here alone with you, you'd take advantage of me."
Harry was stuttering so indignantly he couldn't see Draco's mischievous grin as he strutted from the room.
RATING: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: *indicates thought*
- Any sexual tension between Harry and Draco was unintentional, but so fun to play with.
- Thanks everyone who reviewed and special thanks to Suzie for reading over my scribbled notes and encouraging me!
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Draco leaned against the wall, he was beginning to feel a bit groggy. *Mother must have broken out the good stuff tonight. Wish I could have found this during last summer holidays.* The world was spinning slightly and Draco was feeling quite content to keep watching it from his corner position.
"Draco!"
TWACK
Lucius came up along side him and slapped his cane against his shins. An action that always brought an instant correctness in posture.
"Draco you've been hiding in this corner all night and ignoring everyone. Plenty of your friends are here, Goyle, Crabb, Pansy…"
Draco felt himself beginning to tune out.
THWACK
*Bloody Hell! One of these days I'm going to take that cane and shove it right up his…*
THWACK
Draco glared at his father, Lucius just smirked back. He continued on as if nothing had happened.
"You know anybody would think you didn't want to be here" *If he hits me again I'm going to cut his…* "You know that pretty sixth year Vis is here with her very rich parents." Draco smiled, he knew his father was trying to get him interested but he'd already been out with Vis, he'd dated just about everyone in Slytherin, with the exception of Millicent Bulstrode and a few others.
"So quite a few people then?"
"Plenty, I have no idea why you're being so antisocial, go talk to someone. Have a conversation, look Goyle is right over there."
Draco snickered, "conversation?"
"Yes well, that still doesn't excuse you for acting like such a brat."
"Well maybe I'm bored father. This is the same as every other boring party, filled with the same boring people that I've had plenty of boring conversations with before."
He didn't seem angry, he didn't even raise his cane. Instead Lucius just smiled at him, something that was never a good sign.
"I am well aware of that Draco, it's why tonight I have decided I've organised some extra entertainment."
Draco's stomach tightened
"Entertainment?"
"Yes, it'll be quite a little bash by the end of the evening, and I assure you Draco, you'll be anything but bored."
Draco smiled at his father uneasily. He'd heard stories about Death Eater parties, from his father mostly, but he'd never been to one. He was either to young or at school. *But they wouldn't, would they?* Realisation dawned on Draco.
"A morale boost then?" Lucius gave him a very unpleasant smile.
"Something like that." Lucius smile went from unpleasant to absolutely frightening and then he swept away, his robes billowing behind him.
Draco felt very edgy, this wasn't good. He hated being anything but calm. Quickly he pushed himself off the wall and went in the direction of Crabb and Goyle. Did he want to witness whatever was going to happen tonight? It would be expected, this was his house. He couldn't just leave.
God he was a gutless. *Why aren't I looking forward to it? I should be, before graduation I would have been..* Draco felt strange. And it wasn't just nervousness, the world was kind of hazy now, as well as spinning.
"Draco! Where have you been all night?" Pansy purred at him, kissing him on the cheek. Crabb and Goyle grunted their hellos.
"Just around, playing host you know."
Pansy was smiling at him, a little secretive smile.
"What?"
"Oh nothing." *Great Pansy has the hots for me again.* He cast a 'how pathetic' look at Crabb and Goyle but they were smiling at him to. Like they had some big secret that he didn't know about.
"Ok, what is it?"
"What's what Draco?"
"Why are you smiling, frankly it's scary. What did you find out about father's little surprise or something?" Goyle was grinning ear to ear, like a huge doofas. "What is so fucking lovely that has you smiling like that?"
Draco felt his voice rising, his left arm twitched. For some reason that stupid grin, it was just annoying the crap out of him. Grating at him. He felt a sudden need to stop it, in anyway possible.
"Seriously! If you know what's going to happen just tell me and stop standing there like an idiot." Goyle wavered a little but he kept on grinning. "Come on Goyle! Answer me!"
"Draco" he whinned "What cha looking at me like that for? There's something wrong with ya eyes" Next to him Pansy shifted uncomfortably, Crabb looked at the ground.
"It cause your so ugly!" *Wow primary school much, were did that come from?*
"Hey!" Goyle pushed him slightly. Draco felt like he was having an out of body experience. Did Goyle just, push him? *Oh that's it*
Draco lunged at Goyle, they fell to the floor wrestling, over Goyle's screaming he could hear Pansy speaking.
"Guess that means the entertainments started."
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Draco braced himself against the shower wall. *Entertainment? His father had made him the entertainment? Fucking Typical.* His father was always finding new ways to embarrass him. *But that doesn't mean I'd just up and spy on him, his done worse.* Draco was frustrated, he couldn't remember anymore of what happened after he'd attacked Goyle.
At least the memories where returning, even if they were coming back slowly and in no order. It was such a pain, like going to the toilet in the middle of a muggle movie and not knowing what's going on when you get back.
Hoping out of the shower he caught a look of himself in the mirror. There were scratches were all over his entire body, his back, his chest, practically everywhere. *This is getting a fucking ridiculous? Next thing you know I'll have grown a third testicle.* His gaze flew downwards. *Thank Merlin for that.*
He looked at his clothes, mud and blood was not a good look for him. He headed out to find Harry.
"Hey Potter? Where are you?"
Draco took a look around the living room. There were heaps of picture frames on the walls. Pictures of Ron, Hermione, the Gryfindor Quiditch team, his Gryfindor classmates. He recognised photos of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
There was plenty of pictures of one particular couple. In one photo they were holding a baby in their arms, a man with untidy black hair and a woman with astonishing green eyes. All the pictures were in matching black frames against the wall, all in perfect alignment.
Draco grinned at the sentimentality of it. There was even a picture of him in there. Well him and Harry anyway. A picture he remembered being in the daily prophet. Little him and Harry were racing head to head, hands outstretched, making a grab for the snitch. It had been the first and last match of that quiditch season, before things began hotting up again. Even the national quiditch league had been cancelled this year. Draco frowned, it was like the boy wanted to preserve everything important to him in his life.
"Hey Potter were have you gotten to?" Draco walked into the kitchen, no Harry. Back out into the lounge room again. "Scarhead were are you?"
"Right here Ferret Boy." Draco turned to see Harry standing behind him. *Jeez, Stealthy much?*
"Do you have any clothes I could wear?"
"Ummm…ah..yeah sure"
Harry was looking self-conscious, and he seemed to have a sudden interest in the ceiling. Harry glanced back at him and when Draco caught his eye he quickly turned away. Draco's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. *What's wrong with him? *
"Um I'll just get some for you, might be a bit…errr…tight though" Harry hurried out of the lounge room.
Draco didn't get it. He hadn't done anything, he'd just gotten out of the shower… Suddenly Draco broke out into a wild grin. Harry was embarrassed, oh this is to funny. Harry Potter was embarrassed to see him wearing nothing but a towel. Draco could giggle it was so amusing. And Malfoy's didn't giggle.
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Harry started rummaging through his closet for something that would fit Malfoy. Draco had managed to become more solid in his later years. All the Quiditch he played had made him well muscled but he still remained as graceful as a cat. He was a good inch taller than Harry though, almost as tall as Ron.
But honestly. *Who goes prancing around someone else's house half naked!?*
"So Potter, now that I'm here what do you intend to do with me." Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's voice, hitting his head against a shelf. He hadn't heard him come in.
"Get rid of you as soon as possible." Draco dropped and sat on the bed.
"Awwww Potter your breaking my heart."
Harry threw some clothes in his direction. Draco started getting changed right then and there. Harry turned away quickly. *Had the man no shame!?*
"So why do you want to get rid of me so quickly? …Besides the fact I'm me" He added quickly.
"Hermione's missing."
"Since when?"
"Last night"
Harry studied Draco's face. He was looking for anything, a flash of recognition. Something that could mean someone, wherever the hell Draco was last night had said something about what was going to happen to her.
"So why are you still here?"
"Because of you."
"Not that I'm not touched, but why really?"
"Because potentially, you're dangerous." Draco laughed.
"So what else is knew? The past two years everyone who wasn't a Slytherin shit themselves every time I sneezed in their general direction."
"Pfffft"
"I'm being serious! Don't pretend you didn't notice. Every time we worked with poisonous plants Sprout would practically stand over me to make sure I didn't nick any."
"Yeah sure, that was the reason. Because it's not like you've never been poisoned by anything in Herbology before. Do you recall a certain incident involving Geriticus in sixth year?"
"So that's why I wasn't aloud to read certain books in the library?"
Harry knew Draco wasn't over exaggerating. The entire seventh year he'd noticed the way people had been reacting to Draco. You'd have to be blind not to. Teachers breathed down his neck. A lot of the younger students, even the Slytherins, were afraid of him.
As a result Draco was much more subdued and he and Harry had only had one encounter that year that ended in hexes. And when a Slytherin wasn't with him, most of the seventh years found him rather agreeable. He didn't make as many degrading comments, his sneer had lost a lot of its sting. But the low profile didn't help him, it only made the rumors about him more and more outlandish.
When his father had escaped from Askaban the stories about how Draco had spent the summer with him torturing muggles surfaced. According to them he'd been learning everything Lucius knew in case he was captured again, and Draco had to take his place in Voldemort's inner circle.
Everyone seemed to know someone who had a muggle-born friend that Draco had killed, raped or tortured. Students tried to catch a glimpse of his arm to see if he had the dark mark. Once Draco had lost his temper about something and thrown a book at the wall. Days afterwards it was still news, only now Draco had attacked a fourth year that insulted his family. There was as many people talking about Draco as there were talking about Harry. Harry smiled dryly at the thought, Draco should have been happy, it was what he'd always wanted.
"So did you really sabotage Colin Crevie's potions assignment?" Draco gave Harry a wry grin.
"Oh sure I did, and it's also true I used lustice to seduce Professor McGonagall."
"Malfoy, even the first years didn't beleive that one."
"What you think I couldn't do it? I'm irresistible"
Harry just gave him a look to let him know what he thought about that comment. *Arrogant git.*
"So do those clothes fit?"
Draco stood up and twirled around. He was wearing a pair of faded black denim jeans and a black t-shit.
"Perfect. So when are we leaving?"
"What?"
"When are we leaving? What are we just going to stay here still these stupid drugs wear off? I thought Hermione was missing" Harry was a little shocked. Did Draco just offer help? *I can't just run off investigating with Draco, he's unstable! He cried!* But he'd had just offered the perfect solution.
"Do you actually care what happens to her?"
"Of course I care, I'm on the side of good now, remember?" Harry got the feeling it was going to be a hard idea to get used to. "Besides, in my fragile state I don't want to stay here alone with you, you'd take advantage of me."
Harry was stuttering so indignantly he couldn't see Draco's mischievous grin as he strutted from the room.