Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would probably be rich. I do thing Warner Brothers owns the movies, and some formerly small British company owns the copyright to the books. Also, this is slashy. No, I'm not some raving homo (Though I don't mean offense to any homosexuals). This was written for some friends…I hope they like it.
The houses were hot, and even the magical community seemed to have troubles keeping out the heat. The sun's hot rays touched even the softest of skin burning it into a deep red sunburn. Though the scent of everything seemed to be that of roses, the summer was still hot, and that was that could be known. The mansion loomed over and that seemed to be the only shade on the grounds that were owned by Lucius Malfoy. The land was empty all the servants were in the large manor. Only a lone boy sat outside in the hot air, the boy known as Draco Malfoy.
Draco took a deep breath as he lay on the hard concrete. He was clothed in white silk robes that kept in a lot of the heat from seeping in. He let another breath leave his lungs as he stared up from the shadowed part of the mansion in which he lay to the blue sky. He inhaled another scent of the roses as he continued to look up into the sky, "What to do…" His pure British voice seemed to fade as he spoke the words. He didn't exactly know what to do. He sat himself up promptly and looked around. He mind was still blank with things to do.
The robes swayed as a small gust of wind rustled his robes and his deep white-blonde hair. Draco pushed himself off of the ground and stood up straight. Another gust of wind moved his robes and he looked towards it, "What makes the wind blow…" The question was more rhetorical than anything else, a mere question to pass the time. He had been bored most of the summer, but this was being quite ridiculous.
A thought provoked some interest. His eyes seemed to perk, while his lips curled into a smile, "Muggles…" He flung over his robes valiantly as he moved into the house, "Mother!" His voice was loud and a bit obnoxious. He waited at the bottom of the large staircase that would be where his mother came down from her room, "MOTHER!" His voice was louder this time.
Narcissa moved to the top of the stairs. Her gaunt body seemed frail and even more pale than usual. She looked down at him her eyes looking him over, "Yes?" Her voice seemed just as frail as she looked. She stood tall even though it seemed like her bones would break by just her standing there.
"I need money, and I am going to Diagon Alley," Draco ordered her rather than asked. It had been this way since forever. Only his father could boss him around, and that was the way he wished to keep it. His mind wandered to his father as he looked up at his mother. A flash of white masks and black robes seemed to take over his mind. The small vision faded as he looked up at her, his face was never flinching, "Give me the bloody money!"
Narcissa moved her frail body down the stairs. It seemed to take ages for her to get down them, but it didn't matter. Draco waited a bit impatiently, but he wasn't about ready to stop her from moving to him. While his father was gone, he was the man of the house. He had the privilege to order everyone around. He was the ruler. Narcissa made her way down and pulled a small amount of galleons out of her pocket, "You may get more at Gringotts." She then handed him the key to their personal vault, "Be back before dark."
"I'll be back when I want to be back," Draco's voice seemed more of a snarl than anything else. He took the money and turned, his robes flowing behind him. He goes into the large dining room with a slight smile on his face. His family had used Floo Powder for a long time, and always had a good amount sitting around. He took a handful and moved into the large fireplace that was fit perfectly for a wizard. He flung the powder down onto the floor and with a thing clear voice called out, "Gringotts Bank!"
Green flames rose around him. He felt his body turning into a weird element that would cross the barriers into the large fireplace in Gringotts. He took a deep breath as his body moved across the barrier…into Gringotts Bank.
Draco laughed lightly as he moved out of the bank. He had muggle and wizard money and was definitely ready to use it. He looked around the large stores that made up Diagon Alley and was planning on choosing one to buy muggle clothes. He had seen them in books and could probably find a nice pair of something, or another to put on.
He moved into the store and looked around. He quickly took a pair of black pants. His eyes looked them over for a split second and put them back up onto the rack. He moved around and smiled as he found leather pants, "Well…" His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at them, "I like these…" He threw the leather pants over his shoulders and continued to look around. His eyes grew wide when he saw a leather jacket. He took it in his hands and brought his way up to the changing room.
It seemed only a few minutes before he reemerged. The leather clung to his body tight and made exaggerated various parts of his body. He smiled lightly as he threw on the leather jacket over his naked chest. He felt different, "Muggle clothes…" His face drifted from smile to the look of pure putrescence. His mind wandered thinking of what his father would say about such clothes, thinking about the way his mother would look at him wearing these 'rags.' He took a deep breath and looked himself over in a mirror. The leather pants clung to his body revealing every curve, while the jacket merely clothed his shoulders and his arms. His pale white chest and stomach was left open. A smile crept up on his face even though his mind told him he should take them off and burn them.
He threw a few galleons up onto the cashier's desk as he gathered up his clothes. He made his was promptly out of the store and down the street to the passage that led to the Leaky Cauldron. A smile crept up on his lips as he threw his clothes up on the bar, "Watch these." His voice was still defined with the rudeness and superiority that it always had. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, nor did he really care what he was getting himself into it.
Without a word, Tom the bartender took the clothes and placed them safely behind the bar. He looked over the Malfoy boy not quite understanding what was going on in his head. He made his way to another customer giving them a glass of ale.
Draco moved out of the bar into the street. He quickly felt the urge to grab his own nose and turn around, but resisted and moved on, "Pitiful…" He muttered to himself as he walked down through the street. He saw people of all size and shapes, but everything they did seemed to be more than a burden. His mind couldn't fully comprehend why they didn't have magic, even though his heart knew they just didn't have the talent that other people did. He took a deep breath and continued walking down the street.
His eyes seemed to grace over everyone that passed, and his mind still told him to hate them all. He had his wand in the inside pocket of his jacket, but knew the Decree for Underage Magic said he couldn't do anything with it, "Pitiful muggles…" He muttered again to himself. His feet continuously moved as he made his way further down the street, "How are they so blind to what is infront of them. I am here…I am not like them…" His mind still didn't comprehend everything.
"Malfoy?" The voice shot out from the crowd more astonished than anything.
Draco's whole body seemed to turn around looking for where that voice had come from. He thought he knew who it was, but didn't really want to believe who it happened to be, "What?" His voice cried out with its usual superior tone.
The voice rose as he got closer, "Draco Malfoy?" The boy soon came into view. His long hair was messy as usual, and his body just as lanky as ever. His green eyes seemed to look at the man inside, and not at the handsome physique that is on the outside, "What are you doing here?" With a slight flick of his head, the hair moved to the side, revealing an astonishing lightening-bolt scar on his forehead.
"I don't know what you're talking about Potter," Draco's attitude hadn't changed at all, "What makes you think I don't do this all the time?" His voice held a slight sense of uncertainty that in most cases wouldn't even touch. He knew his 'friend' Harry Potter had heard the same twinge in his voice on a few occasions, but he wasn't about ready to show it to him again.
Harry stood up tall revealing his height being on about an inch more than Draco's own height. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt that was definitely too big, and a pair of pants that seemed to fall right off his body. He merely looked at Draco trying to sense anything out of the ordinary, "You do realize you are walking in tight leather pants with no shirt on?"
"Yes," Draco's voice was silent as he continued to look at the people around him. No one even noticed him, which he found really odd. He felt an awkward need to grab his wand and start sending spells at all these people. He looked behind him and try to see his way back the Leaky Cauldron. The pull from his inside jacket seemed to be wanting to come out even more. He was lost, but under any circumstances he wasn't go to admit to it, especially to Harry.
Harry didn't bother with question. He stood there tall and erect waiting for any type of reaction from Draco, "Are you lost?" He seemed to instantly pick up the 'lost vibe' that was definite in Draco.
"Potter, what is your bloody problem? Do I go around saying you're lost?" Draco's voice was loud and the rudeness continued to be apparent. He looked around with a slight frown. More uncertainty was creeping all around him.
Harry couldn't help but to let a snicker pass his lips. He used his hand to move his hair out of his eyes as he continued to stare at Draco, "You know, I can show you to the way to Diagon Alley. I was just heading that way myself." A smile crept across his face as he shifted his weight making him shorter by a couple of inches.
"Fine, Potter," Draco tried to make himself seem like he was the one who was helping Harry, even though he knew it wasn't possibly for something like that to happen. He took a deep breath and motioned for Harry to lead the way.
Harry nodded lightly as he began to walk down the street. He moved quickly as he made his way down the street. He looked back every couple of seconds to make sure Draco was still following him. His own mind was wandering about everything except what was happening. The Dursley's had dropped him off even after he told them not to several times. His 6th year of Hogwarts was quickly approaching and he still wasn't sure what Voldermort would try to do this year, "So, what were you doing out on the street?"
Draco didn't know how to answer. He had been watching Harry sway, watching his footsteps. He refused to get lost once more. The words seemed to be drowned out by him thinking of why this man was still helping him after everything he had done to make his life a living hell, "I wanted to see them." The words seemed to come from his mouth randomly. He didn't know whether or not they were what he meant to sa, or just what he said. Either way, it was still the truth to it all.
"And what do you think of them now?" Harry looked up and saw the sign for the Leaky Cauldron. He turned back and looked Draco over for another second, "I promise I won't tell anyone about it."
"They seemed a bit odd." The truthful words flowed from Draco as the man looked at Harry, "It seemed so awkward to be walking there beside them." His old self quickly came to take over, "But they are still pitiful, and weak compared to us." He felt his heart sink as the words escaped his mouth. He wasn't sure how he could openly say that to Harry, especially after he had helped him. He just continued to stand tall as he moved away from him into the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry stood there for a moment before following him in, "Draco Malfoy," His voice was deep and resonated on the walls, "What do you think you are trying to prove." He stood tall in the doorway, "You are proving nothing but doing what you do. You are making yourself sound like somebody's doll…a play toy."
The words struck Draco hard. He turned to look at Harry his eyes looking over him. His height was only a few inches taller, but with the words that escaped his lungs, he seemed to be a giant. Draco listened to the words not sure how to take them. Everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was staring at him looking at him as if he was the play toy that Harry said he was, "What gives you the right to speak to me like that?" His own voice was deep, and his words defined. This was a battle that he didn't think he could win, but his very will kept him on.
"Compassion," The one word flowed from his lips. His green eyes continued to look over Malfoy, "You don't understand it, nor could you ever. You can't take it in, can't admit to defeat. Yet in admitting such to yourself you gain compassion towards the victor, and towards yourself." Harry didn't know if his words meant anything, but they came from his heart. That was all that mattered to him.
Draco was still stunned. He didn't even begin to fully understand that words. He had always seen Harry as a lower being, even though he himself was probably the lower one. He looked the poorly clothed boy over no longer sure what to say. Draco stood there, tall and defined, but he didn't really know what to say anymore. The words escaped and were directly from his own heart, "I don't know what to say anymore…"
Harry continued to stand tall and looked at him. His eyes seemed to have pierced into the depths of Draco's soul. He didn't even expect that remark, but his eyes and facial features made it look like he knew exactly what he was going to say. Harry turned to look at Tom the bartender and smiled, "Can we got a room?"
"Sure Mr. Potter," Tom made his way over to the other side of the bar. His gray hair was its usual messed up state, and his clothes seemed to be that of an old Irishman. It didn't seem to bother him at all. He reached the key and threw it to Harry, who promptly caught it, "That would be five galleons for that room."
Harry made his way up to the bar with the key still in hand. He dropped a few gold galleons on to bar, "There you are." He smiled lightly as he made his way over to Draco. He grabbed his arm, which Draco let him take, and moved up the stairs looking for their room.
Draco followed Harry, not so sure what he was playing at. His mind was wandering about everything, about how he was supposed to feel, about how his parents had brought him up, even about why his only friends seem to be people exactly like him. It just didn't make any sense to him anymore; everything in his mind was growing weary.
Harry opened the door and held it open for Draco to enter. He made a quick look into the room, and then let Draco go into it. The room was only about 15 feet, by 20 feet, but it was large enough for the two of them to talk in. The bed was towards the wall with a window that could see into Diagon Alley.
Draco sat down on the bed his mind still a bit jumbled, "What am I doing here Potter?"
"Draco," Harry's lips spoke his name as he sat himself down on the bed.
Draco was stunned by this. He turned to look at him, and was swept away by his eyes, "What did you say?" His voice was weaker than before, and his apparent stupor was defined in all his facial features.
"I said Draco," Harry wasn't about ready to back down from the fight. He looked the man over; Draco's eyes gazing into his. Their glance met and it was almost like a magical shiver that rolled down his back. He took a deep breath as he continued to stare.
Draco couldn't pull his eyes away. He was trying to see into his soul, but all that came from his eyes was that mystic look, an ancient power that couldn't ever fully be understood. Their eyes just stayed together transfixed by one another. Finally, Draco broke the silence with a simple word, "Harry…"
Harry was stunned by this revelation. He had said Draco's name to try and gain his attention, but the word that was coming from Draco seemed to hold other emotions. Harry's awe struck look seemed to be as awkward for him as it was for Draco to say it. The word rang in Harry's ears. He tried to pick up some type of emotion, but his own mind was pulling up a blank.
"Harry," Draco repeated again. His voice was filled with a happiness that Harry had only heard when Draco was teasing him. Draco looked at Harry and moved himself closer. He didn't really know how this would turn out, but a feeling in his gut told him to go for it. He took a deep breath as he moved closer.
Harry looked at him, but didn't move. He smiled lightly feeling the emotion in the single word. He couldn't take his eyes away from him. He looked him over a second time; Draco was still moving closer to him.
Draco moved his head closer to Harry's and their lips met for a single moment. It hadn't been Draco's first kiss, nor was it Harry's, but this kiss was something else. It was something complete. Draco pulled away only a few inches away from Harry's lips. Draco opened his eyes and looked at Harry's eyes still closed.
Harry opened his eyes not sure how to react. He had felt a twinge of magic on his lips. Not real magic, but something very metaphorical. He looked into Draco's eyes still unsure about himself, "Wha…" He couldn't even finish his word. He was still taken by the eyes of the man in front of him. He took a deep breath and brought his tongue over his lips, which seemed a bit odd to him as he did it.
"I'm sorry," Draco stood up. He didn't know what he had done; his mind was racing. He took a deep breath and paced around the small room. His mind kept going in a thousand different directions. He looked back at Harry and another deep breath entered his lungs.
Harry stood up next his height impeding Draco's pacing. He took his own deep breath as he brought his arms to hold Draco in place, "Stop." Harry's voice was deep and articulate, "Draco, it's fine." He didn't know whether he was okay with what was going on, but he wanted at least for his new friend to come down.
Draco was staring at the ground. His eyes brought themselves back up and looked back into his eyes. He brought his lips back up to Harry's once more. Harry almost unknowledgeable returned the kiss with a slight smile on his lips. Draco held his eyes closed as the kiss continued. Draco was the first to pull away; though, he was somewhat still reluctant to do so. He smiled lightly as he looked at Draco, "This changes nothing…"
"This changes everything," Harry says as he moves his head closer to Draco. The two of them met and continued their intimate kiss. Neither of them really cared about anything. Both of them were embracing one another, changing their destiny as it seemed fit. A flower was blooming between the two, and someday may become a rose.