Author: Hello readers, sorry I for being slow, but I had a migraine and had
to go to the doctors. Also I didn't get that many reviews at all. Don't you
guys like my story? (Puppy dog face)
Draco: Damn, I'm still here. That means you at least have some reviews. Well, thank you all of you who reads this and don't review, but next time could you just tell the author to just stop writing, I've been through her mind and the story may seem sweet to you now, but it's gonna get more perverse eventually.(shudders at what's to come)
Author: Well, since there are some reviews, I'm gonna add another chapter to it. BTW only one person guessed what's gonna happen with Percy and they are unfortunately very far from what's going to happen. Anyway I'll tell you a little bit in this chapter, but not that much yet. You'll never be able to guess what happens to him later in the story, unless I already told you.
Percy: So, what sick twisted thing are you gonna do to me? You're not gonna make me go with Malfoy are you?
Author: Of course not, how predictable do you think I am? And at least I didn't make you betray your own family like JKR did.
Percy: (looks for a way to escape)
Warning: There will be more incest from here onwards and some OOCness as well.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter 6: Of brothers, dances and good byes
The Order came to pick Harry up two days later while the Dursleys were off for a party. They all portkeyed to the Black Manor which was left for Harry in Sirius' will. After he signed some papers, the place was now his to come and go as he pleases. (Though Dumbledore still advise that he stays with the Dursleys for safety.)
"HARRY!" two voices shouted in unison as they saw him. The bushy haired girl and red haired boy ran to the boy as they saw him and gave him a big hug.
"We missed you so much" Hermione said before planting a little kiss on the cheek.
"It's good to see you mate" Ron hugged him even tighter but let go before he could cut Harry's oxygen supply.
Ron had grown taller since the last time Harry saw him. He wasn't as tall as his brothers but still taller than him. His face was still freckled and his body was still gangly, even though some of his muscles are now more define. As for Hermione, her hair was still as bushy as ever but her body now had curves that weren't there before.
"It's great to see you guys too." Harry smiled as they began walking him to his room.
The place was cleaner and tidier than the last time he was here when Kreacher refuse to let any thing be thrown away. Gone were the screaming paintings and old relics that gave the place a look of a haunted mansion. The place was still filled with dust though.
As Harry made his way through the hallway, he met with a familiar face of the young man in purple robes with horned rimmed glasses and bright red hair.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione" Percy said, attempting to smile while trying not to look at their faces. His voice doesn't sound as stuck up as before.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the ministry kissing Fudges arse right now?" Ron's voice was so cold that Percy flinched, his head dropping to the floor.
"I'm so sorry for what happened, Ron. I know there's no excuse. I regret it a lot, I just...I just hope that you'll forgive me."
"It won't be that easy. You betrayed the family, Percy, and that is completely unforgivable, not to mention what you did to Harry."
"I said I was sorry." He said pleadingly.
"Well, sorry doesn't cut it Percy," Ron said before walking away. Hermione followed him.
Harry looked at them and felt a bit of pity for the elder red head. He did try.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better I forgive you Percy" the brunette said with a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks." He replied in a defeated voice, Harry didn't want to leave him like that, so he just stood there, awkwardly.
"So, um... What are you doing here Percy?"
"Oh, I'm here to ask Dumbledore if I could join the order. I've been promoted, I'm now Head of International relations, which is good 'cause now the Order will have a spy that's pretty high up in the social scale so they can keep a close eye on Fudge and have more influence. I talked to mum and dad about it already and they forgave me, the only person that seemed to still be holding a grudge is Ron," he sighed.
"Well, I'm sure Ron will come around, 'specially after you told him what you're doing."
"I hope so," he said as he stared longingly at the spot Ron was standing in. "Well, I guess I should go tell him. Thanks Harry."
"You're welcomed." He gave another smile as the red head walked away.
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Ron was ultimately pissed off at his brother. How dare he come now and asked for his forgiveness? Does he just expect him to welcome him back with open arms? I don't think so, Ron thought to himself. Over the years Ron had grown respect for his brother Percy, he looked up to him (not that he would admit it to anyone.)He admired him for his struggle, admired him for his ambitions, admire him for not giving up until he reached his goal.
Ron loved his brother very much, maybe even more than his other brothers, though he never told him so. He knew that Percy acted the way he did because he too didn't want to be over shadowed by his older brothers, Ron understood. But he never would have guessed that Percy would ever go as far as betraying the family to achieve greatness, never believed that Percy would choose his ambitions over his own family. And for that, Ron might never forgive him for.
The knock on the door jolted Ron out of his thoughts, but he knew who it was.
"Go away Percy!"
"Ron, I'm sorry. Please just let me in." the other red head shouted through the door. When there was no answer, the red head pulled out his wand and said, "Alohomora!"
The door swung open as Ron pulled the blankets over his whole body.
"Oh, come on Ron, just I said I'm sorry. Will you please just listen to me?" The bundle under the blanket shook from side to side, indicating a 'no'.
Percy ignored this and sat himself on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Ron. I was just so stupid; I was blinded by my ambitions that I would have believed anything that idiot Fudge said. I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not the people I cared about the most."
"But you did hurt them." Ron came out from under the blanket, Percy could see that his eyes were red and he was holding back tears.
Percy gazed at him intently. "I'm here to join the Order of the Phoenix, figured I could be a great spy for them since the minister trusts me...Listen Ron, I sorry about everything, especially the letter I sent you telling you to stop being friends with Harry. I want you to know that I didn't do that to get someone on my side, I did it so I could get the ministry to trust you as well so they won't do anything to you because you're Harry's best friend."
"Well... thanks for caring." Ron said finally. There was a moment of silent as understanding was exchanged between them. There was no need for words as Percy gave Ron a hug, something he hasn't done for many years.
Ron held his brother tightly, resting his head on the nape of Percy's neck, purring like a kitten. Lost in the familiar and comforting scent of parchment and musk. Percy held his brother tightly, his nose touching his brother's fiery red hair. Ron's body was warm and soft and against his chest and the older Weasley touched him lightly on the head, smoothing his hair soothingly.
Percy knew that the love he had for his youngest brother was not completely platonic. Knew that his love for him is different from the love that he gave his other siblings. That's why he tried to persuade Ron to be on his side last year. He should have known it would have made Ron even more pissed off at him. Percy knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
Ever since Ron was born he'd always felt this connection between them that he never had with anyone in his life before. He didn't realise it was love until he got older. The relationship between him and Penelope was just a cover, a desperate attempt at hiding his true feelings. Percy guessed that she must have realised this when she dumped him. It was then that he knew his mask was slipping, that's why he tried to distance himself and Ron from the family, they would never understand.
So in conclusion, he because for Ron, and came back because of him. Not that he would ever tell him this. No, Ron would be completely disgusted by it. I mean, I am his brother, he thought it's completely unethical. Besides, he doesn't really like me anyway, nobody does.
Percy sighed again and Ron looked up to him with sparkling blue eyes, which widened as Percy moved his lips closer to him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It only stayed there for a very short moment but that was all it took to light a spark between them, turning the bonds of brothers into something different that Ron never knew was there before. Ron stared into his brother's green/blue eyes, his lips parted slightly in a sensual way that he didn't realise he was doing. It was at that moment that Percy realise that he had gone too far.
The man got up from the bed and walked to the exit while he could.
"Thanks Ron, I'll see you at dinner" he said before closing the door leaving a speechless and confused Ron.
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Almost a month had passed since Tureinn arrived at the Malfoy Manor. They had a little over to weeks left before the summer holiday ends. The American skateboarder had changed a lot since then, trying so hard to be someone he despised yet trying to hold on to himself as much as possible.
The currently blond boy still walked around with the miniature skateboard in his pocket, still listened to Blink 182 in the middle of the night and he never gave up on annoying his cousin as much as possible. But nowadays it wasn't that possible because the other boy had finally gotten used to him and he'd finally gotten used to becoming the other boy, making him a hypocrite if he insulted him.
Tureinn now uses his British accent all the time, his posture now more graceful, his manners more polite. His clothes were also different, the t shirt he wore when he arrived had seemed to disappear and the boy now wore only the best robes made of fine silk or other expensive material. Tureinn cursed every time he looked in the mirror each morning. Feeling himself dissolving and being replaced by Draco more and more each day.
"So do you know how to dance?" Draco asked him that afternoon.
"Of course." He replied.
"Good, because I don't want to waste my time teaching it to you. We may have covered a lot of things about the arts of being me already enough to fool some, but it won't fool those who are close to me yet. But just to be sure, why don't you show me your moves?"
Tureinn took off his long silver robes and started break dancing. Using his head to spin himself on the marble floor, then flipping himself over and spinning his legs around him so rapidly that Draco couldn't catch up. After making a few more moves he stopped and smiled smugly at Draco.
"As impressive as that was Archer," Draco said in his usually snobby tone as Tureinn put his robes back on. "That wasn't what I meant. I meant ball room dancing, not this... muggle acrobat thing. You'll need it because this year there will be a New Years ball, a social event which a Malfoy must not miss."
"Alright then," Tureinn replied, holding out his hands for Draco to take.
Draco cast a quick spell to create a soft and sweet rhythm, and then dimmed the lights, creating a romantic atmosphere. After that, he put his hands on the boy's waste, the other in his hands and Tureinn put his other hand on Draco's shoulders. Then the dance began.
"I never knew you were such a romantic Malfoy," Tureinn said mockingly after a few minutes.
"Shut up and stop stepping on my foot Archer." Draco said before they both stop talking and just follow the rhythm, going round and round the grand ballroom.
After a while Tureinn got used to it stopped stepping on Draco's feet, his body following Draco's lead. Then Draco spun him so that his back was facing the other boy. His pale hand wound around his waste as he felt his warm breath against his neck. Then letting go of one hand, Draco spun him out, then spun him back in before dipping him, almost to the floor.
Their face was inches apart and Tureinn could see every part of the face above him, silver eyes almost glowing in the dim light. He felt an odd sensation, like electricity shooting through his body at being held so close by the other boy, his weight resting on him with complete trust.
They stayed like that for only a few moments, then Draco lifted him back up.
"I... I think you should try to lead now" he said, stuttering like he never did before. Tureinn just nodded, both hoping the other wouldn't see the blush on their faces in the dim light.
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A week later...
It was a bright and sunny day at Diagon Alley. Harry smiled as he walked through the busy streets with his best friends at his side eating ice cream and chatting happily about the upcoming year. They've already been to Gringotts and Flourish and Blotts and are now heading to Madam Malkin's robe shop for some new school robes (because the old ones don't fit anymore) and maybe a new dress robe for the upcoming New Years ball.
It was at that moment when Harry pushed the door open that the young Malfoy was walking out.
Draco was at Diagon Alley today to get some robes for Tureinn since they were the same size. Usually his school robes were specially made by designers from Italy or France and he had gotten the same for Tureinn (just so no one suspects anything). But he still needs something more practical for his cousin for Care of Magical Creatures or Potions etc. where the robes could get ruined easily, and he'll die before he let that American trash wear his clothes. Even ones he didn't like.
He knew he should have let Tureinn come here by himself as a test to see if people believed him to be a Malfoy, but he didn't. Tureinn had other chances like parties and reunions to test, but not this one. He told him it was because the boy still didn't have the same fashion sense he does and wouldn't know if anything went wrong with the clothing, but the real reason was that, Draco was secretly hoping that he would get to see the object of his affections one last time before he goes away for a year or maybe longer. After all, you never know, he might never get to see Harry Potter again.
But what are the chances of him being at Diagon Alley the same day he is at the same time of the day, going to the same shop? Draco thought hopelessly as he walked to the exit of the robe shop, he was going for a walk while the seamstress was making his robes and was coming back to pick it up later when the door swung open, hitting him on the head and knocking him to the floor.
Harry peered in to see what he had hit and gasped when he saw the blond lying on the floor rubbing his forehead.
"Oops"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"How nice to see you again, Potter," though the sarcasm dripped from his voice, he knew it was true.
Then Harry, being the hero that he was, reached out his hands to help the blond up, but as the hand almost reached the blond, he tripped over the stool in front of him, causing him to fall right on top of the blond.
"Always the graceful one, aren't you?" Draco remarked as he squirmed underneath the boy, relishing in the warmth of the angel above him. Draco looked up intensely at the brunette, trying to memorise every thing about him, his face, his hair, his glittering emerald eyes. He could smell the scent of strawberries (which he guessed was from the ice cream the boy just ate.) He knew this moment would forever be remembered in his masturbatory fantasies.
"Hey Harry, you alright?" came the familiar voice.
Weasley, Draco thought in distaste, he never really hate the Weasleys that much when he was younger, (he only pretend he did cause of his father) and he didn't hate the rest of the Weasleys as much as this one. The reason that Draco hated Ron so much was because of how he stole Harry Potter away from him. In Draco's opinion it wasn't fair, he saw Potter first. Why should the worthless Weasel get to be his best friend?
The red head pulled his friend up and looked at Draco with disgust.
"You tripped him on purpose didn't you?" Ron accused.
"No Ron, he didn't do anything, I tripped over that stool there," Harry said quickly, before a fight could ensue, pointing to the fallen stool. Ron seemed satisfied with that explanation, but kept a cold stare on Draco as the trio went over to get their robes fitted.
Draco changed his mind and decided to just sit there and watch Harry for as long as he can. As he looked at the dark haired beauty, his mind wandered to his first meeting with the boy at that very same robe shop 6 years ago. How ironic that the place he met him in was the same place that he would be saying good bye to him in. He wished he'd make a better impression, then maybe they wouldn't be having this complication. He wished that he hadn't been the ever so spoiled brat that he'd been.
But what difference would it make? If he did befriend the famous Harry Potter, then his father would somehow use that to the Dark lord's and his own advantage, so it was probably better this way, even if they are on the opposite side, at least they was safe now. Well, as safe as the saviour of the Wizarding world could get.
Maybe being replaced by Tureinn would be a good thing, it'll keep him away from Harry ands keep my father from knowing my secret...
The boy was pulled out of his thoughts when Harry began walking towards the door. He look to his feet and realise the robes he'd been waiting for were already done and so was Harry's. The boy took his things, and ran out the door.
"Har.Potter." He said once he caught up with them.
Harry spun around to face him, noticing how the other boy had almost called him Harry. He stared intensely at Draco, seeing him flushed from running after him, his silver blue eyes wide like a puppy. Then his mouth opened but no sound came out.
The two stared at each other, neither blinking as the rest of the trio looked at them confusingly. They stayed like that for a few moments before a word was said.
"Good bye Potter,"
His words were so soft that Harry was almost convince that it wasn't Malfoy who said it. It came out like feather in the wind, light and pure and blown away like it was never there. After this was said, the blond turned around and walked away.
Harry just stared after him, till he could see the blond head anymore.
"What was that about Harry?" Hermione asked. But Harry only turned and began walking away.
"Weird that one." Ron added as he and the bushy haired witch ran after their best friend.
TBC
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Author: well, what do you think? Was that good? I'm still not getting enough reviews so this will be the last chapter I post, until I get at least 10 more reviews. Got it? BTW, none of you expected me to pair Percy up with Ron did you? I'm sick, I know, but I was trying to be unpredictable as much as I can because this plot is pretty cliché. BTW, this chapter isn't very good is it? It's crap isn't it? (pouts)
Draco: yes it is, please stop writing I can't stand this anymore.
Percy: yes I agree, please stop writing, just stop. I mean, I can't believe you paired me up with my own brother.
Tureinn: Hey, what about me? I may be forced to pretend to be the blond English muffin but I'm an OC. Without the author, I don't exist. What am I gonna do? I don't want to vanish into thin air(sobs).Come on you guys, review, I want to live. Please, I haven't even gone to see the famous Hogwarts yet. (sob)
Draco: Oh shut up you big baby. (kicks Tureinn who is lying on the floor crying "I don't want to die")
Author: Hey, BE NICE!!! I can do much worst to you than I am right now Draco.
Draco: fine
Author: Anyway, if you want this story to continue, please review. I won't write until I get 10 more, and you better hurry before my attention span shifts and I'm writing a new or different story instead.
Draco: Damn, I'm still here. That means you at least have some reviews. Well, thank you all of you who reads this and don't review, but next time could you just tell the author to just stop writing, I've been through her mind and the story may seem sweet to you now, but it's gonna get more perverse eventually.(shudders at what's to come)
Author: Well, since there are some reviews, I'm gonna add another chapter to it. BTW only one person guessed what's gonna happen with Percy and they are unfortunately very far from what's going to happen. Anyway I'll tell you a little bit in this chapter, but not that much yet. You'll never be able to guess what happens to him later in the story, unless I already told you.
Percy: So, what sick twisted thing are you gonna do to me? You're not gonna make me go with Malfoy are you?
Author: Of course not, how predictable do you think I am? And at least I didn't make you betray your own family like JKR did.
Percy: (looks for a way to escape)
Warning: There will be more incest from here onwards and some OOCness as well.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter 6: Of brothers, dances and good byes
The Order came to pick Harry up two days later while the Dursleys were off for a party. They all portkeyed to the Black Manor which was left for Harry in Sirius' will. After he signed some papers, the place was now his to come and go as he pleases. (Though Dumbledore still advise that he stays with the Dursleys for safety.)
"HARRY!" two voices shouted in unison as they saw him. The bushy haired girl and red haired boy ran to the boy as they saw him and gave him a big hug.
"We missed you so much" Hermione said before planting a little kiss on the cheek.
"It's good to see you mate" Ron hugged him even tighter but let go before he could cut Harry's oxygen supply.
Ron had grown taller since the last time Harry saw him. He wasn't as tall as his brothers but still taller than him. His face was still freckled and his body was still gangly, even though some of his muscles are now more define. As for Hermione, her hair was still as bushy as ever but her body now had curves that weren't there before.
"It's great to see you guys too." Harry smiled as they began walking him to his room.
The place was cleaner and tidier than the last time he was here when Kreacher refuse to let any thing be thrown away. Gone were the screaming paintings and old relics that gave the place a look of a haunted mansion. The place was still filled with dust though.
As Harry made his way through the hallway, he met with a familiar face of the young man in purple robes with horned rimmed glasses and bright red hair.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione" Percy said, attempting to smile while trying not to look at their faces. His voice doesn't sound as stuck up as before.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the ministry kissing Fudges arse right now?" Ron's voice was so cold that Percy flinched, his head dropping to the floor.
"I'm so sorry for what happened, Ron. I know there's no excuse. I regret it a lot, I just...I just hope that you'll forgive me."
"It won't be that easy. You betrayed the family, Percy, and that is completely unforgivable, not to mention what you did to Harry."
"I said I was sorry." He said pleadingly.
"Well, sorry doesn't cut it Percy," Ron said before walking away. Hermione followed him.
Harry looked at them and felt a bit of pity for the elder red head. He did try.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better I forgive you Percy" the brunette said with a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks." He replied in a defeated voice, Harry didn't want to leave him like that, so he just stood there, awkwardly.
"So, um... What are you doing here Percy?"
"Oh, I'm here to ask Dumbledore if I could join the order. I've been promoted, I'm now Head of International relations, which is good 'cause now the Order will have a spy that's pretty high up in the social scale so they can keep a close eye on Fudge and have more influence. I talked to mum and dad about it already and they forgave me, the only person that seemed to still be holding a grudge is Ron," he sighed.
"Well, I'm sure Ron will come around, 'specially after you told him what you're doing."
"I hope so," he said as he stared longingly at the spot Ron was standing in. "Well, I guess I should go tell him. Thanks Harry."
"You're welcomed." He gave another smile as the red head walked away.
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Ron was ultimately pissed off at his brother. How dare he come now and asked for his forgiveness? Does he just expect him to welcome him back with open arms? I don't think so, Ron thought to himself. Over the years Ron had grown respect for his brother Percy, he looked up to him (not that he would admit it to anyone.)He admired him for his struggle, admired him for his ambitions, admire him for not giving up until he reached his goal.
Ron loved his brother very much, maybe even more than his other brothers, though he never told him so. He knew that Percy acted the way he did because he too didn't want to be over shadowed by his older brothers, Ron understood. But he never would have guessed that Percy would ever go as far as betraying the family to achieve greatness, never believed that Percy would choose his ambitions over his own family. And for that, Ron might never forgive him for.
The knock on the door jolted Ron out of his thoughts, but he knew who it was.
"Go away Percy!"
"Ron, I'm sorry. Please just let me in." the other red head shouted through the door. When there was no answer, the red head pulled out his wand and said, "Alohomora!"
The door swung open as Ron pulled the blankets over his whole body.
"Oh, come on Ron, just I said I'm sorry. Will you please just listen to me?" The bundle under the blanket shook from side to side, indicating a 'no'.
Percy ignored this and sat himself on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Ron. I was just so stupid; I was blinded by my ambitions that I would have believed anything that idiot Fudge said. I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not the people I cared about the most."
"But you did hurt them." Ron came out from under the blanket, Percy could see that his eyes were red and he was holding back tears.
Percy gazed at him intently. "I'm here to join the Order of the Phoenix, figured I could be a great spy for them since the minister trusts me...Listen Ron, I sorry about everything, especially the letter I sent you telling you to stop being friends with Harry. I want you to know that I didn't do that to get someone on my side, I did it so I could get the ministry to trust you as well so they won't do anything to you because you're Harry's best friend."
"Well... thanks for caring." Ron said finally. There was a moment of silent as understanding was exchanged between them. There was no need for words as Percy gave Ron a hug, something he hasn't done for many years.
Ron held his brother tightly, resting his head on the nape of Percy's neck, purring like a kitten. Lost in the familiar and comforting scent of parchment and musk. Percy held his brother tightly, his nose touching his brother's fiery red hair. Ron's body was warm and soft and against his chest and the older Weasley touched him lightly on the head, smoothing his hair soothingly.
Percy knew that the love he had for his youngest brother was not completely platonic. Knew that his love for him is different from the love that he gave his other siblings. That's why he tried to persuade Ron to be on his side last year. He should have known it would have made Ron even more pissed off at him. Percy knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
Ever since Ron was born he'd always felt this connection between them that he never had with anyone in his life before. He didn't realise it was love until he got older. The relationship between him and Penelope was just a cover, a desperate attempt at hiding his true feelings. Percy guessed that she must have realised this when she dumped him. It was then that he knew his mask was slipping, that's why he tried to distance himself and Ron from the family, they would never understand.
So in conclusion, he because for Ron, and came back because of him. Not that he would ever tell him this. No, Ron would be completely disgusted by it. I mean, I am his brother, he thought it's completely unethical. Besides, he doesn't really like me anyway, nobody does.
Percy sighed again and Ron looked up to him with sparkling blue eyes, which widened as Percy moved his lips closer to him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It only stayed there for a very short moment but that was all it took to light a spark between them, turning the bonds of brothers into something different that Ron never knew was there before. Ron stared into his brother's green/blue eyes, his lips parted slightly in a sensual way that he didn't realise he was doing. It was at that moment that Percy realise that he had gone too far.
The man got up from the bed and walked to the exit while he could.
"Thanks Ron, I'll see you at dinner" he said before closing the door leaving a speechless and confused Ron.
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Almost a month had passed since Tureinn arrived at the Malfoy Manor. They had a little over to weeks left before the summer holiday ends. The American skateboarder had changed a lot since then, trying so hard to be someone he despised yet trying to hold on to himself as much as possible.
The currently blond boy still walked around with the miniature skateboard in his pocket, still listened to Blink 182 in the middle of the night and he never gave up on annoying his cousin as much as possible. But nowadays it wasn't that possible because the other boy had finally gotten used to him and he'd finally gotten used to becoming the other boy, making him a hypocrite if he insulted him.
Tureinn now uses his British accent all the time, his posture now more graceful, his manners more polite. His clothes were also different, the t shirt he wore when he arrived had seemed to disappear and the boy now wore only the best robes made of fine silk or other expensive material. Tureinn cursed every time he looked in the mirror each morning. Feeling himself dissolving and being replaced by Draco more and more each day.
"So do you know how to dance?" Draco asked him that afternoon.
"Of course." He replied.
"Good, because I don't want to waste my time teaching it to you. We may have covered a lot of things about the arts of being me already enough to fool some, but it won't fool those who are close to me yet. But just to be sure, why don't you show me your moves?"
Tureinn took off his long silver robes and started break dancing. Using his head to spin himself on the marble floor, then flipping himself over and spinning his legs around him so rapidly that Draco couldn't catch up. After making a few more moves he stopped and smiled smugly at Draco.
"As impressive as that was Archer," Draco said in his usually snobby tone as Tureinn put his robes back on. "That wasn't what I meant. I meant ball room dancing, not this... muggle acrobat thing. You'll need it because this year there will be a New Years ball, a social event which a Malfoy must not miss."
"Alright then," Tureinn replied, holding out his hands for Draco to take.
Draco cast a quick spell to create a soft and sweet rhythm, and then dimmed the lights, creating a romantic atmosphere. After that, he put his hands on the boy's waste, the other in his hands and Tureinn put his other hand on Draco's shoulders. Then the dance began.
"I never knew you were such a romantic Malfoy," Tureinn said mockingly after a few minutes.
"Shut up and stop stepping on my foot Archer." Draco said before they both stop talking and just follow the rhythm, going round and round the grand ballroom.
After a while Tureinn got used to it stopped stepping on Draco's feet, his body following Draco's lead. Then Draco spun him so that his back was facing the other boy. His pale hand wound around his waste as he felt his warm breath against his neck. Then letting go of one hand, Draco spun him out, then spun him back in before dipping him, almost to the floor.
Their face was inches apart and Tureinn could see every part of the face above him, silver eyes almost glowing in the dim light. He felt an odd sensation, like electricity shooting through his body at being held so close by the other boy, his weight resting on him with complete trust.
They stayed like that for only a few moments, then Draco lifted him back up.
"I... I think you should try to lead now" he said, stuttering like he never did before. Tureinn just nodded, both hoping the other wouldn't see the blush on their faces in the dim light.
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A week later...
It was a bright and sunny day at Diagon Alley. Harry smiled as he walked through the busy streets with his best friends at his side eating ice cream and chatting happily about the upcoming year. They've already been to Gringotts and Flourish and Blotts and are now heading to Madam Malkin's robe shop for some new school robes (because the old ones don't fit anymore) and maybe a new dress robe for the upcoming New Years ball.
It was at that moment when Harry pushed the door open that the young Malfoy was walking out.
Draco was at Diagon Alley today to get some robes for Tureinn since they were the same size. Usually his school robes were specially made by designers from Italy or France and he had gotten the same for Tureinn (just so no one suspects anything). But he still needs something more practical for his cousin for Care of Magical Creatures or Potions etc. where the robes could get ruined easily, and he'll die before he let that American trash wear his clothes. Even ones he didn't like.
He knew he should have let Tureinn come here by himself as a test to see if people believed him to be a Malfoy, but he didn't. Tureinn had other chances like parties and reunions to test, but not this one. He told him it was because the boy still didn't have the same fashion sense he does and wouldn't know if anything went wrong with the clothing, but the real reason was that, Draco was secretly hoping that he would get to see the object of his affections one last time before he goes away for a year or maybe longer. After all, you never know, he might never get to see Harry Potter again.
But what are the chances of him being at Diagon Alley the same day he is at the same time of the day, going to the same shop? Draco thought hopelessly as he walked to the exit of the robe shop, he was going for a walk while the seamstress was making his robes and was coming back to pick it up later when the door swung open, hitting him on the head and knocking him to the floor.
Harry peered in to see what he had hit and gasped when he saw the blond lying on the floor rubbing his forehead.
"Oops"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"How nice to see you again, Potter," though the sarcasm dripped from his voice, he knew it was true.
Then Harry, being the hero that he was, reached out his hands to help the blond up, but as the hand almost reached the blond, he tripped over the stool in front of him, causing him to fall right on top of the blond.
"Always the graceful one, aren't you?" Draco remarked as he squirmed underneath the boy, relishing in the warmth of the angel above him. Draco looked up intensely at the brunette, trying to memorise every thing about him, his face, his hair, his glittering emerald eyes. He could smell the scent of strawberries (which he guessed was from the ice cream the boy just ate.) He knew this moment would forever be remembered in his masturbatory fantasies.
"Hey Harry, you alright?" came the familiar voice.
Weasley, Draco thought in distaste, he never really hate the Weasleys that much when he was younger, (he only pretend he did cause of his father) and he didn't hate the rest of the Weasleys as much as this one. The reason that Draco hated Ron so much was because of how he stole Harry Potter away from him. In Draco's opinion it wasn't fair, he saw Potter first. Why should the worthless Weasel get to be his best friend?
The red head pulled his friend up and looked at Draco with disgust.
"You tripped him on purpose didn't you?" Ron accused.
"No Ron, he didn't do anything, I tripped over that stool there," Harry said quickly, before a fight could ensue, pointing to the fallen stool. Ron seemed satisfied with that explanation, but kept a cold stare on Draco as the trio went over to get their robes fitted.
Draco changed his mind and decided to just sit there and watch Harry for as long as he can. As he looked at the dark haired beauty, his mind wandered to his first meeting with the boy at that very same robe shop 6 years ago. How ironic that the place he met him in was the same place that he would be saying good bye to him in. He wished he'd make a better impression, then maybe they wouldn't be having this complication. He wished that he hadn't been the ever so spoiled brat that he'd been.
But what difference would it make? If he did befriend the famous Harry Potter, then his father would somehow use that to the Dark lord's and his own advantage, so it was probably better this way, even if they are on the opposite side, at least they was safe now. Well, as safe as the saviour of the Wizarding world could get.
Maybe being replaced by Tureinn would be a good thing, it'll keep him away from Harry ands keep my father from knowing my secret...
The boy was pulled out of his thoughts when Harry began walking towards the door. He look to his feet and realise the robes he'd been waiting for were already done and so was Harry's. The boy took his things, and ran out the door.
"Har.Potter." He said once he caught up with them.
Harry spun around to face him, noticing how the other boy had almost called him Harry. He stared intensely at Draco, seeing him flushed from running after him, his silver blue eyes wide like a puppy. Then his mouth opened but no sound came out.
The two stared at each other, neither blinking as the rest of the trio looked at them confusingly. They stayed like that for a few moments before a word was said.
"Good bye Potter,"
His words were so soft that Harry was almost convince that it wasn't Malfoy who said it. It came out like feather in the wind, light and pure and blown away like it was never there. After this was said, the blond turned around and walked away.
Harry just stared after him, till he could see the blond head anymore.
"What was that about Harry?" Hermione asked. But Harry only turned and began walking away.
"Weird that one." Ron added as he and the bushy haired witch ran after their best friend.
TBC
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Author: well, what do you think? Was that good? I'm still not getting enough reviews so this will be the last chapter I post, until I get at least 10 more reviews. Got it? BTW, none of you expected me to pair Percy up with Ron did you? I'm sick, I know, but I was trying to be unpredictable as much as I can because this plot is pretty cliché. BTW, this chapter isn't very good is it? It's crap isn't it? (pouts)
Draco: yes it is, please stop writing I can't stand this anymore.
Percy: yes I agree, please stop writing, just stop. I mean, I can't believe you paired me up with my own brother.
Tureinn: Hey, what about me? I may be forced to pretend to be the blond English muffin but I'm an OC. Without the author, I don't exist. What am I gonna do? I don't want to vanish into thin air(sobs).Come on you guys, review, I want to live. Please, I haven't even gone to see the famous Hogwarts yet. (sob)
Draco: Oh shut up you big baby. (kicks Tureinn who is lying on the floor crying "I don't want to die")
Author: Hey, BE NICE!!! I can do much worst to you than I am right now Draco.
Draco: fine
Author: Anyway, if you want this story to continue, please review. I won't write until I get 10 more, and you better hurry before my attention span shifts and I'm writing a new or different story instead.