Title: Painful Days
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Inc, I do NOT take credit for these characters and no money is being profited in the use of these characters. However, I do take credit for this stories plot - and the plot only.
Rating: R
Coupling: D/H & I'm not talking about Draco & Hermoine!
WARNING: THIS IS A SLASH! This is NOT a drill! I repeat - this is NOT a drill! - For those of you who are now wondering what the bloopers I'm talking about, I'm talking about a Slash FF. Slash being same sex coupling - in this case its mainly two guys, though I might sneak something else in. It depends on how hyper I am while writing.. But if you don't like this type of story, then turn back now. Do not say I didn't warn you.
Summary: Is it possible that behind all of Malfoy's snide remarks, there's a deeper feeling? What'll happen when the person Harry loathes most begins to show an interest in Hermoine? Is it all some master plan to get at Harry? And if so, are their intentions Evil or Good? In Violence or Lust? In hate… or love?
Chapter One
**- Silent Dreams..
Harry potter awoke from a long sleep and rubbed his forehead tiredly. He sat up in bed and looked around his room. Moonlight flooded through the closest window, pouring a silver-colored light on his red colored blankets. He reached for his glasses on the nearby bed stand and put them on. Swinging his legs off of the bed after he untangled himself from the bundle of sheets and blankets that laid on him. Harry sat there momentarily, listening to the creeks and moans of the old castle. He dully stalked down the stairs into the common room. It was empty yet a fire roared continuously.
Harry sat down in a cushioned chair before the fire and watched the flames flicker from a deep red to a hazy orange. Before long the heat had its effect on Harry, and his head slumped downward.
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Outside nature began a cycle of rain. Thunder rung through the grounds of hogwarts and all of the students inside the well lit castle dreamt happily. Accept one.
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Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his bed in fear and anger. If one didn't know better, they could have sworn he was wrestling the pillow he clutched so tightly in his arms. Little did they know..
Draco found himself in an almost pitch black forest, standing in a clearing. Golden eyes appeared up throughout the trees, watching him intently as the woods rang with its normal sounds. Accept one. Somewhere behind Draco came heavy breathing. At first it sounded like an intruder until it slowed to a rythmic pattern.
"Turn Around Slowly." The voice was full of anger yet somehow it seemed calming. "Don't Bother reaching for your wand."
Draco's eyes darted to his robe belt. His wand was gone. On the floor a few feet in front of him, he saw a black stick. His wand. In most cases normal people would have listened. But Draco was always the stubborn type, and never normal. He dived for his wand.
The stranger yelled a freezing jinx and Draco froze in midair. Anger surged through his veins. He had been so close. Draco fell to the ground on his stomach with a thud. His wand escaped into the nearby bushes. "Now roll over. Or else." Doing as the voice said, Draco rolled onto his back slowly only to gaze into the face of his enemy…
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Inc, I do NOT take credit for these characters and no money is being profited in the use of these characters. However, I do take credit for this stories plot - and the plot only.
Rating: R
Coupling: D/H & I'm not talking about Draco & Hermoine!
WARNING: THIS IS A SLASH! This is NOT a drill! I repeat - this is NOT a drill! - For those of you who are now wondering what the bloopers I'm talking about, I'm talking about a Slash FF. Slash being same sex coupling - in this case its mainly two guys, though I might sneak something else in. It depends on how hyper I am while writing.. But if you don't like this type of story, then turn back now. Do not say I didn't warn you.
Summary: Is it possible that behind all of Malfoy's snide remarks, there's a deeper feeling? What'll happen when the person Harry loathes most begins to show an interest in Hermoine? Is it all some master plan to get at Harry? And if so, are their intentions Evil or Good? In Violence or Lust? In hate… or love?
Chapter One
**- Silent Dreams..
Harry potter awoke from a long sleep and rubbed his forehead tiredly. He sat up in bed and looked around his room. Moonlight flooded through the closest window, pouring a silver-colored light on his red colored blankets. He reached for his glasses on the nearby bed stand and put them on. Swinging his legs off of the bed after he untangled himself from the bundle of sheets and blankets that laid on him. Harry sat there momentarily, listening to the creeks and moans of the old castle. He dully stalked down the stairs into the common room. It was empty yet a fire roared continuously.
Harry sat down in a cushioned chair before the fire and watched the flames flicker from a deep red to a hazy orange. Before long the heat had its effect on Harry, and his head slumped downward.
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Outside nature began a cycle of rain. Thunder rung through the grounds of hogwarts and all of the students inside the well lit castle dreamt happily. Accept one.
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Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his bed in fear and anger. If one didn't know better, they could have sworn he was wrestling the pillow he clutched so tightly in his arms. Little did they know..
Draco found himself in an almost pitch black forest, standing in a clearing. Golden eyes appeared up throughout the trees, watching him intently as the woods rang with its normal sounds. Accept one. Somewhere behind Draco came heavy breathing. At first it sounded like an intruder until it slowed to a rythmic pattern.
"Turn Around Slowly." The voice was full of anger yet somehow it seemed calming. "Don't Bother reaching for your wand."
Draco's eyes darted to his robe belt. His wand was gone. On the floor a few feet in front of him, he saw a black stick. His wand. In most cases normal people would have listened. But Draco was always the stubborn type, and never normal. He dived for his wand.
The stranger yelled a freezing jinx and Draco froze in midair. Anger surged through his veins. He had been so close. Draco fell to the ground on his stomach with a thud. His wand escaped into the nearby bushes. "Now roll over. Or else." Doing as the voice said, Draco rolled onto his back slowly only to gaze into the face of his enemy…