Disclaimer: Well, I have one question for you. If you wrote the Harry
Potter books would you be wasting your time writing fanfiction? NO! So,
isn't it obvious by now that I'm not Madam Rowling?
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL.
I would like to take this time to express my thanks to the following reviewers:
Sweet Sorrow1
willow-nymph
TiGrrrrDYR
Nisha Kole
Kelebcarak
Tarshil
My Slytherin Mind
pinkmoonbunny2002
Dark Devotion
Sammygirl
Nokia
Thank you all for your support!
Now, on with the show.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I woke up this morning I noticed the sunlight streaming through the windows and the birds chirping merrily outside of my flat. I stretched my arms and legs and sang praise for Sunday.
Wait a minute, yesterday was Sunday. It's nine-thirty a.m. and I'm late.
I'm never late.
Malfoy's are never late.
I rush to the shower and quickly wash my hair and body. I throw together a quick outfit of my dark jeans and a white button down shirt. A quick glance at my clock tells me that if I leave now I might make it on time.
Going against everything that I believe in, I do not fix my hair. My precious hair that I forced myself to cut when I left, the hair that was now much shorter and spikier. I grab an old baseball hat, my only hat, and put it on.
One glance in the mirror told me that this was as good as it was going to get.
I ran out of the door nearly knocking my old, batty neighbor to the ground, "Sorry!" I quickly mumbled and continued to run.
I got a good two blocks from the concert hall and six from my flat before I realized that I had left my violin at home. I stopped, turned, and ran all of the way back to my home. All the way cursing the sun for shining and those damn birds for chirping.
This was turning out to be one of those days.
Finally I made it to the concert hall, a little bit crankier and a little bit sweatier. And to add to the of great things happening today, I:
Got a lecture for being late.
Missed my cue and received another lecture.
During a break I spilt my coffee on the new piece of music I was writing, and had to start from the beginning.
This, is a super crap day
"Draco wait up, there's someone I want you to meet."
I turned to see who was calling me, even though I knew who it was.
"Mike! Who do we have here?"
Mike Reilly, he played the cello, and supposedly that was not the only thing that he was good at. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Well except for Harry.
Harry.
Harry is the only person I have ever loved and the only person I want to be with. But sometimes it's hard to stick to your emotions, not your hormones.
"This is Mischa Dmitriev, she is the new violinist from Russia. I also told her that you were looking for a flat-mate "
"Wow, it is so nice to meet you Mischa, I would love to have you stay with me."
She was stunning, with long flowing black hair and piercing violet colored eyes. All of the straight guys were going to be all over her in a second.
"Why thank you Draco, I would be honored."
I found it strange that her accent was not very thick, and decided to ask her about it later. Anyone outside of the orchestra would have found it odd for someone to so easily welcome a stranger into his or her home. But we were like a family; we take care of each other.
The rest of the day was not as bad as the first half and I began to cool off in the later part of the day. Finally it was two-thirty and rehearsal was over. After a making quick arrangement with Mischa I headed towards the door.
"See you tomorrow Mischa."
I continued out the door not really paying any attention to the sidewalk. My feet caught on a large solid object on the ground. I heard a female gasp as I fell directly on top of the mass.
A person.
"What the fu--?"
At that moment I chose to look at the person that had obstructed the sidewalk.
Black.
Green.
Harry.
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My head was spinning. How had Harry found me here? What if he wanted to take me back to the wizarding world?
I'm not ready.
Ready to go back.
I decided to play it cool.
"Hi, fancy meeting you here."
"Draco Lucious Malfoy you know good well that we have not seen each other in five years, and all you can say is: fancy meeting you here."
"Well seemed alright in my head."
"My god Draco you are still the cocky bastard that left me all those years ago."
"Excuse me Pott--."
"I missed every second of your arrogant whining."
He missed me.
"You, you did?"
Sadly enough that was one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said to me.
"Yes of course I did. I felt so empty after you left. You know it's--."
"Hard to fall out of love with your soulmate."
I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. We used to say it to each other when things got rough.
"Look Draco, now that I found you, I can't let you go again."
"I know. Let's go and talk about this somewhere. There's this place around the corner."
"Ok, let me just--."
He turned to look to his right but no one was there. Harry looked at me and smiled.
"Come on Harry, its just a few blocks this way."
I had spent a lot of time alone these past years and now Harry has found me. We have a lot of thing s to work through, I can already tell.
Though it does seem weird that a dream I have had for do long has finally come true. A beautiful thing happening on such a bad day.
A bad day no more.
A beautiful day.
A Harry day.
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Reviews are like food to me. And if I am hungry, I am too weak to write.
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL.
I would like to take this time to express my thanks to the following reviewers:
Sweet Sorrow1
willow-nymph
TiGrrrrDYR
Nisha Kole
Kelebcarak
Tarshil
My Slytherin Mind
pinkmoonbunny2002
Dark Devotion
Sammygirl
Nokia
Thank you all for your support!
Now, on with the show.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I woke up this morning I noticed the sunlight streaming through the windows and the birds chirping merrily outside of my flat. I stretched my arms and legs and sang praise for Sunday.
Wait a minute, yesterday was Sunday. It's nine-thirty a.m. and I'm late.
I'm never late.
Malfoy's are never late.
I rush to the shower and quickly wash my hair and body. I throw together a quick outfit of my dark jeans and a white button down shirt. A quick glance at my clock tells me that if I leave now I might make it on time.
Going against everything that I believe in, I do not fix my hair. My precious hair that I forced myself to cut when I left, the hair that was now much shorter and spikier. I grab an old baseball hat, my only hat, and put it on.
One glance in the mirror told me that this was as good as it was going to get.
I ran out of the door nearly knocking my old, batty neighbor to the ground, "Sorry!" I quickly mumbled and continued to run.
I got a good two blocks from the concert hall and six from my flat before I realized that I had left my violin at home. I stopped, turned, and ran all of the way back to my home. All the way cursing the sun for shining and those damn birds for chirping.
This was turning out to be one of those days.
Finally I made it to the concert hall, a little bit crankier and a little bit sweatier. And to add to the of great things happening today, I:
Got a lecture for being late.
Missed my cue and received another lecture.
During a break I spilt my coffee on the new piece of music I was writing, and had to start from the beginning.
This, is a super crap day
"Draco wait up, there's someone I want you to meet."
I turned to see who was calling me, even though I knew who it was.
"Mike! Who do we have here?"
Mike Reilly, he played the cello, and supposedly that was not the only thing that he was good at. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Well except for Harry.
Harry.
Harry is the only person I have ever loved and the only person I want to be with. But sometimes it's hard to stick to your emotions, not your hormones.
"This is Mischa Dmitriev, she is the new violinist from Russia. I also told her that you were looking for a flat-mate "
"Wow, it is so nice to meet you Mischa, I would love to have you stay with me."
She was stunning, with long flowing black hair and piercing violet colored eyes. All of the straight guys were going to be all over her in a second.
"Why thank you Draco, I would be honored."
I found it strange that her accent was not very thick, and decided to ask her about it later. Anyone outside of the orchestra would have found it odd for someone to so easily welcome a stranger into his or her home. But we were like a family; we take care of each other.
The rest of the day was not as bad as the first half and I began to cool off in the later part of the day. Finally it was two-thirty and rehearsal was over. After a making quick arrangement with Mischa I headed towards the door.
"See you tomorrow Mischa."
I continued out the door not really paying any attention to the sidewalk. My feet caught on a large solid object on the ground. I heard a female gasp as I fell directly on top of the mass.
A person.
"What the fu--?"
At that moment I chose to look at the person that had obstructed the sidewalk.
Black.
Green.
Harry.
*******************************************
My head was spinning. How had Harry found me here? What if he wanted to take me back to the wizarding world?
I'm not ready.
Ready to go back.
I decided to play it cool.
"Hi, fancy meeting you here."
"Draco Lucious Malfoy you know good well that we have not seen each other in five years, and all you can say is: fancy meeting you here."
"Well seemed alright in my head."
"My god Draco you are still the cocky bastard that left me all those years ago."
"Excuse me Pott--."
"I missed every second of your arrogant whining."
He missed me.
"You, you did?"
Sadly enough that was one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said to me.
"Yes of course I did. I felt so empty after you left. You know it's--."
"Hard to fall out of love with your soulmate."
I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. We used to say it to each other when things got rough.
"Look Draco, now that I found you, I can't let you go again."
"I know. Let's go and talk about this somewhere. There's this place around the corner."
"Ok, let me just--."
He turned to look to his right but no one was there. Harry looked at me and smiled.
"Come on Harry, its just a few blocks this way."
I had spent a lot of time alone these past years and now Harry has found me. We have a lot of thing s to work through, I can already tell.
Though it does seem weird that a dream I have had for do long has finally come true. A beautiful thing happening on such a bad day.
A bad day no more.
A beautiful day.
A Harry day.
***********************************
Reviews are like food to me. And if I am hungry, I am too weak to write.