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.
Draco looked out the window with a slight sigh. His mind was questioning everything. He looked down on Diagon Alley from his room high up in the Leaky Cauldron. It didn't matter that they were down there and he was up there, it mattered that they seemed to know who he was and he didn't. He took a deep breath and released the air. He didn't know what he was going to do. Everything had happened so fast between him and Harry, he almost seemed indebted to him, which he would never tell anyone, especially Harry.
He paced back and forth as his mind began to wander, "Who are you…" It seemed like such a simple question, but it plagued Draco's mind. He didn't know who he was, "Where are you going…" His mind's voice continued to ring out with more and more questions, but he had more forming, and no answer, "What will people at school think…Will they call me names…Will I still be Malfoy the Magnificent…Was I ever Malfoy the Magnificent…Could I ever be with him…" The question ravaged his mind, and he couldn't even think any longer of Harry. He looked down at his silk robes he had put back on. They felt so soft on his skin. They were so different than his tight leather than seemed to hold everything where it belong to be. These were different. They made him feel free almost innocent in the white.
Draco shuffled his hand through his messy blonde hair that seemed unbefitting of him. He didn't care anymore. He had larger problems to deal with and he couldn't even start dealing with them. Harry had defied him since he began school, so why now was he attracted to the boy who lived. Why now was he going to become Harry's friend, even boyfriend if it was possible? A plan began to form in his head, "I could always just play like it didn't happen…like it was a fluke. I could go to school and become Draco Malfoy, the one to be feared." Draco felt a tear fall across his cheek.
His hand wiped the tear away quickly. He wouldn't let Harry see him cry, nor would he ever let Harry see him be the coward he always thought he was. He took a deep breath and released it with Harry's name, "Harry…" The name was more of a moan than his own voice, but it didn't matter. He was going to release it and hope to rid it from his life, the friendship he craved, a love he'd never had, and even the simple touch that made them so different from other relationships. He would rid himself of it all.
The door creaked open and revealed Harry in all his glory. The black robes surrounded his body had been bound tight at the waist letting the lower robes ride the curves of his body. He smiled lightly as he saw Draco, "Hello Draco." Harry let out a small laugh as he set down his books, "Did you tell anyone you were here yet?"
"Potter…" Draco's voice seemed to silence everything in the room. He hadn't called Harry, Potter since their meeting the day before. The night was spent merely looking at each other, words didn't seem like they could express what they had, now today it was Potter all over again, "Why do you intrude like this? Do I look like some mudblood you can just barge in on?" His voice rose to that of his 'former' self. He looked Harry over with a look of disgust on his face, "You are some filthy mudblood…and don't belong to be with me…" Draco pushed past the doorway and left down the hall.
Harry's mind was gone. He couldn't see anything, everything faded from his view. He took a deep breath then looked into the room. Everything that Draco had brought was still there, except what he was wearing. He looked down at the leather with a slight wonder. Harry was trying to help him, and Draco had kissed him in return. Harry was finally beginning to think they could have been more than what they had been for the 5 years they had been going to school. He thought maybe they could be something…
Draco moved down the hallways through the Leaky Cauldron, and with a quick tap of his wand was back into Diagon Alley. He moved quickly throw the streets pushing anyone that was in his way out of it. He moved down to a store and went in, trying to hide from the eyes that could have been Harry's up in the window.
"Hello there," Olivander's voice rang out as he moved to the counter, "Mr. Malfoy?" Concern filled with voice as he looked down at the boy, "What is the problem, sir?"
"There is no problem," Draco snapped as he tried to hold back the tears he wanted to release. He didn't know what he was doing. His mind had lost the reason he left the room, he reason he called Harry what he did, and even the reason why he meandered into the wand shop. All he could feel was hurt, and it hurt all over.
"Come now, Mr. Malfoy," Olivander's voice rose as he moved over to him, "What is the problem?" He brought himself across the counter and walked over to him, "You want to try and see how well your wand is working?"
Draco looked up his eyes glossed over with tears, "I don't want to check anything old man, get your filthy bloody….hands off of me!"
Olivander had not touched him, nor did ever plan on getting away, "Come now son, let's see your wand, do a spell." The man stood up waiting for Draco to do what he asked.
Draco reluctantly pulled out his wand. He did a slight swish and flick and calmly said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Various books rose only a few inches from the place they were. He moved the wand wanting to make them go higher but they merely fell back down to their place, 'I can't even get my damn magic to work right!" A short tear fell down his cheek as he looked up at Olivander.
"Well!" The old man said taking the wand from him, "That doesn't seem to be what you need. Boy, are you sure this is the wand I gave you to take?" His voice held a mock tone in it, almost acknowledging that the boy had changed, but not about ready to tell the boy directly. He looked around his wands, taking that one and placing it securely in a box, "Maybe this one…" He brought the wand down, "13 inches, yew, dragon heartstring."
Draco took the wand and did a very defined flick forward. The glass in the front of the store burst and fell. He handed the wand back to Olivander who was shaking his head.
"Repario!" Olivander said as the wand entered his hands. The windows promptly fixed themselves as he set the wand back into box it was held in. He scurried around and grabbed another one. He came back smiling lightly, "Well, this might be the one, 10 inches, willow, and griffin feather." He handed the wand to Draco who took it once more.
"This is pointless…" Draco looked up at Olivander. A white light, much like the silver light from a Patronus, formed around him and engulfed him. Olivander seemed to be taken back by this, but a smile formed on his lips. As the white light faded, Draco merely stood there with his eyes looking at the white wand, "Peculiar…"
"Peculiar indeed…" Olivander looked at Draco with a raised brow, "That has not happened since…well since Harry Potter was in there. There is usually only sparks with the wand to signify that the wand chose the person, but this…quite peculiar."
Draco looked up at Olivander, "How much do I owe you?"
"Well dear boy," Said the old man looking at Draco, "I will take the wand you had, and you take this one. It will be a fair trade if there ever was one."
"Thank you," Draco caught his civility almost instantly. He didn't know how to rectify it to show his fiend-like behavior that he always had before. Things were changing within him, and it wasn't just puberty. He looked at Olivander with a smile, "Thank you again, sir."
Olivander smirked in reply and merely nodded rather than saying anything. He could see the pain in Draco, but wouldn't reveal it to anyone. It was something Draco would have to cope with, and some wand maker did not want to interfere.
Draco looked around outside, and then down at his new wand. The wand was white and flexible he bent it tip to end and it didn't even crack. He smirked lightly at the little thing, "Bloody hell…" His tone was a bit exasperated, but it didn't matter. He had fallen in love with a new wand, or maybe it was something more?
The Hogwarts Express was ready to go on it's usual time. Draco had brought himself into his usual compartment with Crabb and Goyle. He could smell both of them as they entered the compartment, and had hoped that at least for the first day of school they would have bathed. He put on a deep dark smile as the two of them entered, a smile that he had forced himself to do, "Well Crabb, Goyle," His voice had its usual snap to it, "Who should we hex first?" The smile grew on his face, dark and sinister. He knew things were changing with him, but he forced himself to keep up appearances.
"Longbottom," Crabb chime out with his deep voice. It sounded almost like he had filled his face with food before he began talking, but when Draco remembered, it was just his usual voice.
Draco's mind raced as the dark smile grew on his face, "Longbottom is Harry's friend. Maybe if I do this I can finally show Harry how little he means?" He looked directly at Crabb, but faltered, "Remember that club they had last year. This could be bad. They have all those curses and spells."
Crabb and Goyle looked and one another and seemed to remember what had happened the year before. They looked at Draco and nodded. Draco looked at them not really sure if they remembered, or were just pretending to remember because he said it happened. Either way he was still right.
Draco rolled his eyes, "You shall impress me with your hexes on the midgets." He felt an inner sigh of relief as he said this. He had hoped that he wouldn't have to hurt anyone. If he did he would angry Harry, and he didn't need Harry's anger against him. He knew how far it would get him to be good, and wanted to keep on the good side of things until at least he realized what was happening.
Crabb and Goyle quickly brought in a first year. The young child seemed to be only a foot tall though it was dwindling on five. Draco looked down on him with the same dark smile plastered on his face, "How are you doing midget?" Draco's voice was cold and showed the impeding doom of the child.
Crabb was the one who pointed his wand and muttered something under his breath. A clear wind hit the young boy who seemed to burp a slug. Draco's two 'friends' quickly burst into chuckles. Draco himself laughed a fake laugh as he watched the kid pit up more slugs, "Get him out of here!" Draco said as he looked at his friends, "He is getting slugs on my robes…"
The boy left the compartment being dragged by Crabb and Goyle. Draco was left alone. He spread his legs out on the chair as he looked up at the ceiling. Pansy Pakinson made her way into the compartment. Her robes seemed really dirty as she moved to sit across from him, "Hello Dray." Her voice gave Draco headaches.
"Hello Pansy," Draco hated everything about her. He hated her name, he hated her looks, and he especially hated her voice. The only reason he went to the Yule Ball with her is because she was a head of Slytherin much like he was. Draco looked out the window as Pansy began a story about some stupid thing she did this summer.
Pansy soon left with a smile on her face. Draco just continued to stare out the window. He was a prefect and probably should have been doing something very prefect like, but he decided to just sit there and watch as the sun faded, and the moon rose. They would soon be to Hogwarts, where Draco would become a Slytherin, and Harry would become a Gryffindor. They were from different worlds, and it would always be that one…at least that is what he thought.