Author: DemonicCharity
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason! Language isn't too bad either, I hope. Just a few f-bombs here and there. . . .
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: I feel loved! Reviews!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!! This was almost late because I had to spend the day at my mother's house, which doesn't happen very often, but hey, anyways! I came home early to get this up! It's important to please the fans, right? Slashyness will happen soon! I swear it! Just keep reading and praying . . . and a little nagging in the reviews will help too . . . Thanks for everything! I love you all so much!!!!!!
Chapter 4 : Introducing the Dragon
Draco silently shoved his school books that he would need for the day into his fading leather bag, making sure all his homework was neatly tucked away inside the books so it wouldn't be crinkled when he handed it in. The term was almost over and finals were just ahead of him, thus causing the blonde boy to stay up most of the night in the Charms classroom, then falling asleep on the cold desks, trying not to shiver.
Draco had made this room his home for the last two days, but he knew that tomorrow he would need to find a new sanctuary. He didn't want anyone to accidently find him asleep and cast some horrible curse while he was unguarded. Especially with wand-happy Weasels and over excited mudbloods running the halls at night. At least he had an invisibility cloak to sleep under. Didn't keep the cold out, but it kept Norris and Filch stumped.
Unfortunately the muggle-lover Dumbledore kept coming around, asking him if he was sure that he didn't want to sleep in the Griffindor dorms. For the sake of all the was sane, what was wrong with the man? Why would he possibly want to sleep in the same room with his 'best friend' Weasley, when the little shit was probably a fucking Death Eater by now? And out for his blood none the less.
Draco had already gone for his morning jog and showered in the locker rooms, skipping breakfast to run an extra lap around the lake. He loved the solitude, and everything was peaceful right now. No war, no over bearing, fucked up father to deal with, only Snape and Potter constantly on his ass.
And that brought him back to square one, didn't it? Potter. It always came back to Potter. Last year, when he had first arrived in this strange place, he hadn't believed Potter's behavior towards him. Things couldn't have been completely opposite because Draco hadn't acted like an ass to Harry like Potter was to him. Well. . . hadn't acted like a complete ass anyways. I mean, it was unbelievable how stuck up and self righteous the shit was. It was like he constantly had a broom stick up his ass.
Draco put the books he didn't need behind an old book self in the back of the class room and headed out the door to his first class. The class he detested more than any other. Potions. Snape was constantly trying to mess him up, wether it was by just hovering with the common death glare or encouraging other Slytherins to sabotage him and his things. Then there was the fact that *everyone* hated him.
But that was Draco's own doing. He had made sure to get everyone to hate him. After all, who wanted to be friends with Griffindorks anyways? Draco choked back a sob. He did. No matter how much he denied it to himself, he needed someone. Ever since last year, he had slowly been going out of his mind. Meeting his muggle relatives hadn't done anything for his sanity either. He had always thought that Harry had the perfect life. That the muggles would roll out the red carpets for him, like he was some kind of king.
How wrong he had been. 'A cupboard? I mean, come on! How did Harry do it? What was his trick for keeping his mind intact when he was constantly being called a 'freak'?' And if there was someone Draco missed more than Harry he couldn't name them.
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" Draco hissed as the chocolate-eyed smart ass accidently bumped into him. "Do you need glasses or something? Or a reverse memory charm? I told you that when you touch me it makes my skin crawl. It must be the dirty blood. "
Ron hissed and narrowed his eyes, raising his fist to punch his ex-best friend for insulting his girlfriend. "Why you-"
"Ron, don't!" Hermione argued, pulling on his sleeve to lower his fist. "You know he's not worth it! Not anymore," she whispered darkly, looking at the blonde boy with contempt.
Draco laughed. If there was one thing that he enjoyed these days it was making the Weasel rise to his bait. "That's right, Weasley. Listen to your girlfriend, after all, she doesn't want you to have a busted lip tonight when you're snogging in the back corner of the library, does she?"
"What the hell would you know, Malfoy?" Ron hissed. "At least someone *wants* to snog me!"
Draco raised a elegant blonde brow, smirking slightly. "I suppose that shows the taste of those on a low monthly budget, doesn't it, Weasley? After all, you need proper funds to find yourself someone with the proper blood line, who your willing to waste your time on."
"You don't buy love, Malfoy!" Hermione glared. "Even Potter knows that."
"Of course I know that, Granger," said a sneering voice behind Draco. It made his blood run cold every time. "But I have to agree with Malfoy. You can't buy love with money, but you can at least buy a *proper* house. I think you may need a little work on that one, Weasel."
"You've never even seen my house!" Ron glared at Harry, while Draco slowly turned around, gulping. He really hadn't wanted to deal with the bastard today.
"It's legendary, Weasel," Harry laughed. "It's practically tipping over, not to mention all the additions added to keep a roof over your heads. How many more do you think your parents will pop out? You might actually have to move into the ground like an animal at the rate they reproduce."
Hermione barely held Ron back from punching the smirking Slytherin. "How dare you insult my family! At least I'm not Death Eater scum like you are!"
"Playing dirty now, are we Weasel? Why don't you check your priorities before you even consider checking mine. Come along, Malfoy, I have a proposition for you. Let's talk on the way to potions. I can guarantee it will be worth your time."
Draco stood motionless. Had Potter just addressed him. . . . nicely?
"Consorting with the enemy now, Malfoy?" Granger glared at him.
"Before you go accusing Malfoy, I'd suggest you look closer to home, Granger. Like your own bed, for example," Hermione's eyes widened as a blush crept across her cheeks at Potter's comment. She had no idea how he had even known about her and Ron when not even her own house did. And what did he mean, look for the enemy in her own bed. Why would Ron be her enemy?
Draco burst out laughing and followed Potter away from the group of furious looking Griffindors, trying to calm his over excited stomach. He hadn't received a vision that morning. . . . but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He only hoped that if his life was in danger, something would hit him before it was too late.
"What's this proposition? If you're going to ask me to become a Death Eater and kiss that lunatics robes your out of your fucking mind," Draco glared, pushing a loose strand of pale blonde hair behind his ear as they continued on their way to the potions classroom.
Draco shivered at the look that Potter sent at him, but kept following, trying to keep in step with the taller boy. He was sure happy that in the future he would end up being slightly taller than the raven-haired boy, but that only brought painful memories of a Harry long gone, and Draco wished, long forgotten. But it seemed impossible to forget the noble Griffindork who always managed to knock some sense into him when he went off the deep end. "Am I talking to myself here, Potter? What do you want? If you think I'm sticking around because I like your company-"
Draco was abruptly cut off as he was shoved against the stone wall, enough to silence him, but not hurt him. Hands braced on the wall blocking all sides so he couldn't escape, and a look in Harry Potters eyes that made him dizzy. What was he doing? Why was he looking at him like that? What *was* in that look? What did it mean? It was so much like the one- 'Don't even start!' Draco scolded himself. 'It's not Harry. You're reading into it too much,'
"Potter. . . . What the hell do you think your doing?" Draco tried to ignore the butterflies moving frantically in his stomach and keep his voice calm and face expressionless. Something was different about him today. "Did you hit your head to hard last week?" Draco hoped that sounded mocking but wasn't very convinced himself.
"You sound like you care. . . ." Harry murmured, leaning in and breathing in the scent that he had long forgotten.
"N-no. . ." Draco gasped as warm breath ghosted over his neck, making his skin prickle, and he had the insane wish that the boy would close the distance between them and run his tongue over- 'Draco! Pull yourself together! You promised! Harry and only Harry! This is *not* Harry! This is Potter, a known enemy who will do anything to bring you down, remember? You put him in the Hospital Wing for a whole week, damn it.'
"I initiate the game, beloved enemy of mine," Harry whispered, letting his lips drift close enough to Draco's ear he could almost feel them.
"W-What game?" Draco asked, pushing himself harder against the wall to escape the touch that felt so right. He wouldn't tempt himself with love again. Draco was startled by that thought. Was it really love? Had he loved the raven-haired boy with shining emerald eyes? Had he really loved Harry?
"A game of the heart, Draco Malfoy. A dangerous game of truth and emotions. . ." Harry barely brushed his lips against Draco's neck before he backed up, smirking. "Meet me tonight at midnight by Hagrid's hut. Near the edge of the forest. The game begins . . ."
"Malfoy! Potter! What do you think you're doing?! Get to class!" Snape roared from across the corridor.
"Tonight, Malfoy. Be there or I guarantee you'll miss the time of your life." Harry winked then shoved him hard as he followed the greasy Professor to class, leaving Draco standing motionless, his mind racing to figure out what the hell had just happened.
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A/n: Does Draco need to be darker? Does Harry need to be less playful? Does Snape need to be more of an ass? Am I writing too much ooc (out of character)? Tell me! REVIEW! Click the GO BUTTON!!!!!!! And just so you know, my beta (and one of my best friends), Jade Maxwell has the most AMAZING H/D stories! I can't find the right words to praise them! They are truly marvelous! Read and review them! They are worth it! I luv you Jade! Thanks for helping me along!
DemonicCharity
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason! Language isn't too bad either, I hope. Just a few f-bombs here and there. . . .
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: I feel loved! Reviews!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!! This was almost late because I had to spend the day at my mother's house, which doesn't happen very often, but hey, anyways! I came home early to get this up! It's important to please the fans, right? Slashyness will happen soon! I swear it! Just keep reading and praying . . . and a little nagging in the reviews will help too . . . Thanks for everything! I love you all so much!!!!!!
Chapter 4 : Introducing the Dragon
Draco silently shoved his school books that he would need for the day into his fading leather bag, making sure all his homework was neatly tucked away inside the books so it wouldn't be crinkled when he handed it in. The term was almost over and finals were just ahead of him, thus causing the blonde boy to stay up most of the night in the Charms classroom, then falling asleep on the cold desks, trying not to shiver.
Draco had made this room his home for the last two days, but he knew that tomorrow he would need to find a new sanctuary. He didn't want anyone to accidently find him asleep and cast some horrible curse while he was unguarded. Especially with wand-happy Weasels and over excited mudbloods running the halls at night. At least he had an invisibility cloak to sleep under. Didn't keep the cold out, but it kept Norris and Filch stumped.
Unfortunately the muggle-lover Dumbledore kept coming around, asking him if he was sure that he didn't want to sleep in the Griffindor dorms. For the sake of all the was sane, what was wrong with the man? Why would he possibly want to sleep in the same room with his 'best friend' Weasley, when the little shit was probably a fucking Death Eater by now? And out for his blood none the less.
Draco had already gone for his morning jog and showered in the locker rooms, skipping breakfast to run an extra lap around the lake. He loved the solitude, and everything was peaceful right now. No war, no over bearing, fucked up father to deal with, only Snape and Potter constantly on his ass.
And that brought him back to square one, didn't it? Potter. It always came back to Potter. Last year, when he had first arrived in this strange place, he hadn't believed Potter's behavior towards him. Things couldn't have been completely opposite because Draco hadn't acted like an ass to Harry like Potter was to him. Well. . . hadn't acted like a complete ass anyways. I mean, it was unbelievable how stuck up and self righteous the shit was. It was like he constantly had a broom stick up his ass.
Draco put the books he didn't need behind an old book self in the back of the class room and headed out the door to his first class. The class he detested more than any other. Potions. Snape was constantly trying to mess him up, wether it was by just hovering with the common death glare or encouraging other Slytherins to sabotage him and his things. Then there was the fact that *everyone* hated him.
But that was Draco's own doing. He had made sure to get everyone to hate him. After all, who wanted to be friends with Griffindorks anyways? Draco choked back a sob. He did. No matter how much he denied it to himself, he needed someone. Ever since last year, he had slowly been going out of his mind. Meeting his muggle relatives hadn't done anything for his sanity either. He had always thought that Harry had the perfect life. That the muggles would roll out the red carpets for him, like he was some kind of king.
How wrong he had been. 'A cupboard? I mean, come on! How did Harry do it? What was his trick for keeping his mind intact when he was constantly being called a 'freak'?' And if there was someone Draco missed more than Harry he couldn't name them.
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" Draco hissed as the chocolate-eyed smart ass accidently bumped into him. "Do you need glasses or something? Or a reverse memory charm? I told you that when you touch me it makes my skin crawl. It must be the dirty blood. "
Ron hissed and narrowed his eyes, raising his fist to punch his ex-best friend for insulting his girlfriend. "Why you-"
"Ron, don't!" Hermione argued, pulling on his sleeve to lower his fist. "You know he's not worth it! Not anymore," she whispered darkly, looking at the blonde boy with contempt.
Draco laughed. If there was one thing that he enjoyed these days it was making the Weasel rise to his bait. "That's right, Weasley. Listen to your girlfriend, after all, she doesn't want you to have a busted lip tonight when you're snogging in the back corner of the library, does she?"
"What the hell would you know, Malfoy?" Ron hissed. "At least someone *wants* to snog me!"
Draco raised a elegant blonde brow, smirking slightly. "I suppose that shows the taste of those on a low monthly budget, doesn't it, Weasley? After all, you need proper funds to find yourself someone with the proper blood line, who your willing to waste your time on."
"You don't buy love, Malfoy!" Hermione glared. "Even Potter knows that."
"Of course I know that, Granger," said a sneering voice behind Draco. It made his blood run cold every time. "But I have to agree with Malfoy. You can't buy love with money, but you can at least buy a *proper* house. I think you may need a little work on that one, Weasel."
"You've never even seen my house!" Ron glared at Harry, while Draco slowly turned around, gulping. He really hadn't wanted to deal with the bastard today.
"It's legendary, Weasel," Harry laughed. "It's practically tipping over, not to mention all the additions added to keep a roof over your heads. How many more do you think your parents will pop out? You might actually have to move into the ground like an animal at the rate they reproduce."
Hermione barely held Ron back from punching the smirking Slytherin. "How dare you insult my family! At least I'm not Death Eater scum like you are!"
"Playing dirty now, are we Weasel? Why don't you check your priorities before you even consider checking mine. Come along, Malfoy, I have a proposition for you. Let's talk on the way to potions. I can guarantee it will be worth your time."
Draco stood motionless. Had Potter just addressed him. . . . nicely?
"Consorting with the enemy now, Malfoy?" Granger glared at him.
"Before you go accusing Malfoy, I'd suggest you look closer to home, Granger. Like your own bed, for example," Hermione's eyes widened as a blush crept across her cheeks at Potter's comment. She had no idea how he had even known about her and Ron when not even her own house did. And what did he mean, look for the enemy in her own bed. Why would Ron be her enemy?
Draco burst out laughing and followed Potter away from the group of furious looking Griffindors, trying to calm his over excited stomach. He hadn't received a vision that morning. . . . but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He only hoped that if his life was in danger, something would hit him before it was too late.
"What's this proposition? If you're going to ask me to become a Death Eater and kiss that lunatics robes your out of your fucking mind," Draco glared, pushing a loose strand of pale blonde hair behind his ear as they continued on their way to the potions classroom.
Draco shivered at the look that Potter sent at him, but kept following, trying to keep in step with the taller boy. He was sure happy that in the future he would end up being slightly taller than the raven-haired boy, but that only brought painful memories of a Harry long gone, and Draco wished, long forgotten. But it seemed impossible to forget the noble Griffindork who always managed to knock some sense into him when he went off the deep end. "Am I talking to myself here, Potter? What do you want? If you think I'm sticking around because I like your company-"
Draco was abruptly cut off as he was shoved against the stone wall, enough to silence him, but not hurt him. Hands braced on the wall blocking all sides so he couldn't escape, and a look in Harry Potters eyes that made him dizzy. What was he doing? Why was he looking at him like that? What *was* in that look? What did it mean? It was so much like the one- 'Don't even start!' Draco scolded himself. 'It's not Harry. You're reading into it too much,'
"Potter. . . . What the hell do you think your doing?" Draco tried to ignore the butterflies moving frantically in his stomach and keep his voice calm and face expressionless. Something was different about him today. "Did you hit your head to hard last week?" Draco hoped that sounded mocking but wasn't very convinced himself.
"You sound like you care. . . ." Harry murmured, leaning in and breathing in the scent that he had long forgotten.
"N-no. . ." Draco gasped as warm breath ghosted over his neck, making his skin prickle, and he had the insane wish that the boy would close the distance between them and run his tongue over- 'Draco! Pull yourself together! You promised! Harry and only Harry! This is *not* Harry! This is Potter, a known enemy who will do anything to bring you down, remember? You put him in the Hospital Wing for a whole week, damn it.'
"I initiate the game, beloved enemy of mine," Harry whispered, letting his lips drift close enough to Draco's ear he could almost feel them.
"W-What game?" Draco asked, pushing himself harder against the wall to escape the touch that felt so right. He wouldn't tempt himself with love again. Draco was startled by that thought. Was it really love? Had he loved the raven-haired boy with shining emerald eyes? Had he really loved Harry?
"A game of the heart, Draco Malfoy. A dangerous game of truth and emotions. . ." Harry barely brushed his lips against Draco's neck before he backed up, smirking. "Meet me tonight at midnight by Hagrid's hut. Near the edge of the forest. The game begins . . ."
"Malfoy! Potter! What do you think you're doing?! Get to class!" Snape roared from across the corridor.
"Tonight, Malfoy. Be there or I guarantee you'll miss the time of your life." Harry winked then shoved him hard as he followed the greasy Professor to class, leaving Draco standing motionless, his mind racing to figure out what the hell had just happened.
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A/n: Does Draco need to be darker? Does Harry need to be less playful? Does Snape need to be more of an ass? Am I writing too much ooc (out of character)? Tell me! REVIEW! Click the GO BUTTON!!!!!!! And just so you know, my beta (and one of my best friends), Jade Maxwell has the most AMAZING H/D stories! I can't find the right words to praise them! They are truly marvelous! Read and review them! They are worth it! I luv you Jade! Thanks for helping me along!
DemonicCharity