Rating: PG-13 to maybe an R for adult jokes and situations. Character Pairings: SLASH!! Harry/Draco; Ron/Hermione; and a little bit of Sirius/Lupin WARNING: Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS! Just a small note here. Plot is going to happen soon, I promise. (I also promised not eat the last piece of cheesecake, but I lied about that too...) No, seriously, there will be plot. I've always wanted to corrupt Harry. He'd do well as a goth. (Really well, mmm fishnet...) By the way, the year is 7th year. Forgot to mention that. (Er…by the way, I love to poke fun at Canada. I mean no harm to Canadians or wild moose. But, everyone has the right to poke fun at their own country.) Read and Review please!
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Chapter Two: Playtime
It was twelve-thirty and Harry was pacing around his tiny room. In one hand, Harry nervously rubbed the galleon port-key that Malfoy had given him, in the other, his wand. Harry didn't even know why he was going to trust Malfoy today. For all he knew, the port-key could lead a ice block somewhere up in Canada. (Merlin Forbid!) The son of a famous death eater and boy wonder. The possibilities for trouble, chaos, and destruction seemed endless.
Dressing this morning had been difficult. Luckily, the green had easily washed out of his hair. Harry didn't want to alert the Dursleys' by wearing his school robes, but he didn't want to look like a poor muggle either. Nothing fit right. Too big, too plain, too smelly. Finally, he had settled on a pair of second hand black shorts and a red, oversized t-shirt. Harry vowed to buy new clothes in Diagon alley.
Harry glanced at the clock for the one-hundredth time today. There was a sudden tug and the next thing Harry knew was that he was in a bright alley.
"Hello."
Harry spun around. Malfoy was standing directly behind him, a smug grin gracing his pale face. Instead of the traditional robes, Malfoy was actually wearing leather pants and a black tank top with the words 'Satan' in flaming green letters. And his hair! No longer was it glued down to his head, but rather, fell softly against his face. "Malfoy!"
"Thanks for overstating the obvious, Potter. Now, are we going to stand here and repeat each others names endlessly, or are we going shopping? By the way, you look like shit. Which dead muggle did you rip those clothes off of?" Malfoy circled around Harry, poking at his oversized shirt. "Tisk-tisk. Don't tell me you like these clothes. Then again, I've always believed you were born blind."
"I didn't rip the clothes off a dead muggle; however, I do wish the muggle that gave me these clothes was." Mutter Harry. Immediately, he wanted to take those words back.
The blonde Slytherin smirked. His smirk seemed to become wider and wider until Malfoy was laughing loudly. "We just might be able to get along. Tell you what, today, we'll explore the world of fashion, then, I'll show you how to properly terrorize stupid muggles. It will be a blast! Why didn't you ever choose Slytherin house in the first place?"
"Well, actually, I'm beginning to wonder myself...Anyways, can we just get this shopping over with?" Harry stormed out of the alley and down the street towards Gringotts. Malfoy followed quickly behind Harry.
"I wonder what you're friends will think of this adventure with a Malfoy, humm?"
"None of your business." Harry flung open the Gringotts door, hoping to hit Malfoy in the face. Harry marched up to a goblin at the counter. Handing over the key, Harry turned back to Malfoy. "Stay here, I won't be long."
"But I wanna ride in the cart!" Whined the prince of Slytherin. Malfoy grabbed Harry's arm and jumped up and down. "Please?"
"You're insane."
"Yes....And your point is?"
"It's an interesting change from 'stuck up snob'." Smiling, Harry let Malfoy follow him.
"Glad you think it's interesting. Personally, I was tired of being the rich, boring, snob. Now, I want to be rich and insane. Besides, anyone who is insane can get away with all kinds of things. Hell, I could walk around naked in Hogwarts and nobody would dare mess with me, 'cause I'm insane." Malfoy leaped into the cart. He made sure to sit in the very front of the cart.
Harry just watched Malfoy silently. The boy really had lost his marbles. Never the less, Harry, much to his disgust, liked him better this way. Besides, Harry had been wanting to break free of the obligations forced upon him for the longest time, why not start now? Why be normal? Grinning, Harry spread his arms wide as the cart flew down the tracks, Draco hooted with glee, and the goblin rolled his eyes.
"Here we are, sirs. Light!" The goblin had a high squeaky voice that could almost shatter glass. Harry hauled himself out of the cart and handed the lantern to the ugly goblin. "Key." The horrid beast squealed again. Harry debated shoving the key down the goblins throat. Once in his small money room, Harry grabbed fist-full of galleons. Shopping with a Malfoy was bound to be expensive.
"So, this is poverty?" Malfoy sounded sick.
"Oh, get over it, slime ball."
"Now, that was just cruel. I'll have you know that I take great pride in my appearance. Everyday I have three showers so I will never end up like Snape." Malfoy pouted and examined his perfectly manicured nails in the dim light of the lantern.
The goblin coughed. "Done yet sirs?" He escorted Malfoy and Potter back to the cart. The ride back up was much more fun. When going around the sharp corners of the rail, Harry made sure to fling himself extra hard at Malfoy. Not one for being bested by anyone, Malfoy returned the shoves with greater force. The cart wobbled down the tracks, finally coming to a screeching halt.
Bouncing out of the cart, Malfoy posed, fist raised into the air. "Next mission…Shopping!" The blonde boy ran to the doors, dragging a stunned Harry behind him. Once out of the bank, Harry shook himself free of Malfoy's grip. They walked at a brisk pace, almost mowing down other wizards as they passed. Instead of going into the normal robe shop, Malfoy turned down a narrow alley. Three more turns, a flight of stone stairs and the boys had ended up in the dreaded Knockturn Alley.
Knockturn Alley, a famous shopping district for dark witches and wizards, was not what Harry was expecting. Of all the expensive clothing places Malfoy could have taken him, why Knockturn? Malfoy was still walking down the alley, totally focused on where ever he was taking Harry. Harry remember the one time he had been here. It wasn't a pleasant visit, to say the least. Why, if it wasn't for Hagrid coming along at the right moment, Harry could have wound up death.
"Malfoy, why this alley?" Harry whispered. Glancing around nervously at the other occupants of the alley, Harry followed Malfoy a little bit closer.
"Don't be a baby Potter." Malfoy stopped suddenly and Harry crashed into him, nearly toppling them both. Malfoy spun around and pointed behind him. He raised his voice in an attempt to imitate a tour guide. "This is one of the many clothing shops in Knockturn alley. It specializes in leather…well, leather anything. And you better not go all red in the face when we go in. There are some…questionable items, but we are almost in our 7th year. So, if you giggle like a school girl, I'll hurt you."
Harry glanced nervously from Malfoy to the building. The shop windows were cleaner than most of the windows in this alley. From the looks of it, there were not many people in the shop, but there was a lot of 'questionable items' displayed right beside the window. Sure, Harry had lived a rather sheltered life in the muggle world; however, he did know a thing or two about what the items were used for. (Thanks to the Weasley Twins and their countless 'colorful' magazines Harry had 'accidentally' stumbled upon.) Staring at the items suddenly brought an interesting question to mind: What the hell was Malfoy thinking of? Raising an eyebrow, Harry entered the shop. No blushing, no giggling, and no snickering. It wasn't that hard to do. If other people had no problem with those items, then why should anyone?
Malfoy watched Harry's reaction closely, waiting to hit him if he screwed up. Instead, Harry acted like he looked at those items everyday. Puzzled, Malfoy poked Harry in the arm. "Aren't you even going to blush or look down at your feet?"
"No. Why?"
"You've seen this stuff before? Ohhh!! Does the golden boy have a naughty little secret?"
"I certainly do not have a 'naughty secret'. Though, I do admit, I have seen some of this stuff before."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows, his mouth forming a perfect 'o'.
"What? When hanging out with the Weasley Twins, a person is bound to discover something naughty. Let's just get this over with."
Snickering quietly, Malfoy dragged Harry down the numerous rows of clothes. The shop was warm and smelt vaguely like cinnamon. The wooden floor was spotless and gleamed softly in the dim light of the store. One of the witches, which Harry assumed to be a sales clerk, approached them. Harry stared open mouthed. Never before had he seen someone with a lip piercing. It was so…different…Harry immediately wanted one.
"Hullo Draco. Brought a friend this time?" Grinning, the girl grabbed Malfoy's hand and pulled him towards the back of the store. "We finally got what you ordered in. It was a bugger to find. I hope it's what you wanted." The girl pulled out a square wooden box. Chuckling, Malfoy opened the lid and took out a black leather collar with red jewels on it.
"What. The. Hell?" Harry took a gigantic step back from the insane blonde boy and the scary lady.
"Get over it Potter. This collar amplifies dark magic. You see, these red orbs contain dragon blood and a pretty powerful spell. Useful and fashionable." Malfoy wrapped the collar around his neck. "Thanks Mary. You can leave us now."
"As you wish." Mary walked quietly away, leaving Harry with Malfoy. Gulping, Harry chanced a look at Malfoy.
"Now, you're turn!" And they were off! Down the clothing racks they flew. Malfoy kept handing Harry outfit after outfit until Harry's arms were about to drop off. Harry was vaguely aware of being pushed into a changing room. Dropping the clothes, Harry picked up a pair of pants that look relatively comfortable. Too tight. Next pair was even tighter. Every single pair hugged his legs a little too tightly, in Harry's opinion. Then again, maybe that was the theme. Malfoy always wore tight clothes and so did Ron's older brothers, Bill and the twins. Sighing, Harry picked out another pair of pants from the pile and tried those on. Within five minuets, Harry had picked out five pairs of pants that were to his liking. Now the shirts. What was Malfoy thinking? Harry couldn't wear tank-tops, those were too….fruity, for lack of a better description. Besides, they made his arms looks skinny. Harry prodded the piles and discovered the weirdest thing ever. A red t-shirt with a long sleeve black shirt underneath. What was the world coming to?
"Are you still alive in there?" Malfoy called over the change room wall.
"Yes, yes, I'll be out in a second." Cursing, Harry struggled to get the double shirt on. He retrieved his glasses from the floor and looked at his reflection in the mirror. 'Nice', thought Harry. Not bad…not bad at all. His reflection winked at him. Harry immerged from the change room. "Well?"
Malfoy circled around Harry like a vulture. "A lot better than before. What about the other shirts?"
"No. Too much skin."
"They made your arms look skinny, didn't they?"
"Shut up."
"Heh." Malfoy grinned. "Well, there are different styles you might like…Take a look around, I'll wait at the check out counter."
Harry wondered around the store. There were ten more shirts he liked. Yes, this shopping trip was going to cost him a lot; however, it was a once in a life time event, right? Harry was certainly not going to make a habit of spending as much money as Malfoy did on clothes. He had other things to buy…like spell books and gifts for his friends. Yup, gifts for his friends that probably had forgotten all about him this summer.
After buying the clothes, Harry need a break. Malfoy agreed not to make him stay any longer in Knockturn alley. Both boys reemerged into the crowed street of Diagon alley. There was ice cream pallor next to Flourish and Blotts, the wizard book store. Malfoy ordered a strawberry milkshake and Harry enjoyed a large fudge Sunday.
"You know, chocolate is really bad for your skin."
"Shut up Malfoy. This is my first chocolate treat this summer and I'd like to enjoy it completely." Harry shoveled scoop after yummy scoop of ice-cream into his mouth.
Sighing, Malfoy reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of sharp darts. It was a mistake to have let Malfoy choose where to sit. Their table was right next to a row of moving paintings. The first dart made a soft 'thump' sound as it hit the closet painting. A lady in a pink dress screamed at them and fled her portrait.
"Darn, she ducked at the last moment. Want to try?" Malfoy offered Harry a dart.
"Why not?" Accepting the dart, Harry tried to figure out how to throw it. He gripped it like a pencil. No, that didn't seem right…
"Potter, here, like this." Malfoy grabbed Harry's hand and showed him how to place his fingers. Malfoy's hands were cold, but unbelievably smooth and perfect. Not one flaw. "Potter, are you paying attention?"
"Huh..? Oh right." Harry snapped back to reality. Before he threw the dart, Harry studied the way Malfoy had arranged his fingers.
"Try and hit the dork on the horse. I got him last time. See the bandage on his arm?"
Chuckling, Harry raised his arm and threw the dart. It hit the horse in the foot and startled the beast. The rider was kicked off and the horse fled it's portrait with a loud whinny. The rider stood up and began cursing at Harry and Draco. His rant ended as he was hit in the foot with a dart thrown by Draco. The man danced around wildly, screaming like a girl.
"Nice shot." Harry quickly finished off his ice-cream. People in the restaurant were staring at them. A group of girls giggled a few tables away giggled. One brown-haired girl pointed at Malfoy's collar and the whole group giggled again.
"Great, just what we need, women." Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm glad I like men better."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"For Merlin's sake Potter! Almost everyone in the school knows. I haven't exactly been quiet about it. I mean, look at my clothes, hair, perfect skin. I'm even wearing eye-liner."
"Good point. Guess I was too busy fighting with you to notice. Thought, I always thought of you as a poof." The empty ice-cream bowl disappeared from the table. How could anyone function without magic? The girls were still giggling and watching Harry and Draco closely. Harry gazed at the remaining darts, wishing he could throw those at the girls instead of the paintings.
"Potter, I know exactly how you're feeling." Draco picked up and dart and sighed. He gave the girl's his Malfoy-Glare-Of-Death™, but it wouldn't shut them up. The group of girls got up from their table and to the horror of Draco and Harry, joined their table. Chairs appeared and the girl's sat down.
"Hello. Mind if we join you? Great! Thanks!" One girl with pig-tails smiled and sat next to Draco. The other girls surrounded them, preventing them from escaping. "My friends and I are all second year Hufflepuffs. I'm Michelle. What is your name and who's your friend?"
Draco snarled. Not only were the women pushy, they were also Hufflepuffs. Harry shot him a look of sheer terror. One of the girls was playing with his messy black hair. He was mortified. "I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is Harry Potter, or are you all too blind and stupid to recognize us?"
An eruption of 'Oh my goodness!' and 'Is it really them!' came from the mob of girls. Harry was laughing, tears running down his face.
"Come on, Draco. Let's go." Harry debated grabbing Draco by the collar, but that would be going just a little too far. They were able to escape the stunned girls and make it out into the street.
"Since when did you start calling me by my first name?" Draco slowly walked down the street with Harry.
"Since now. I mean, I did just spend time with you without being forced to. I think that gives me the right to call you 'Draco' anytime. Also, I think your insanity is contagious." Harry grinned.
"Fine. You may call me 'Draco', but I get to call you 'Harry'."
"Fair enough. So, what's next on you're list of things to destroy and terrorize?" Harry glanced up at the large clock in the center of Diagon alley. It was almost four-o'clock. The Dursleys would probably have noticed his long absence by now.
Draco also looked up at the clock. "Hummm. How about you show me the muggles you live with. Do you have any house elves I can attack? Any portraits?"
"Well, you see Draco, it is a muggle house. There are no house elves or wizard portraits."
"Is there at least a swimming pool?"
"No. But on the bright side, you can attack my cousin if you want to."
"On wards!!"
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