Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of his comrades.
Unfortunately, but I'm sure I know that JKR does a WAY better job with them
than I do. But as for other people, there are a few authors on here who I
think could do better :P Anyways yea, Don't own them.
Dedications: This Chapter Is dedicated to the little kitty that comes up every time I open Word. For all the help it has given me, and for scaring the shit out of me when it purred.
Warnings: THIS IS SLASH!!! THAT MEANS MALE/MALE CONTENT!! If that makes you uncomfortable in ANY way DON'T read this story. I REPEAT if that makes you uncomfortable in ANY way DON'T read this story. There are also Some Language ratings. For swear words.
Authors Note: I was going to wait for some Comments and reviews but I was to upset recently and I needed o write. So I'm writing.
Black Velvet
Chapter 2 – Talking Out Your Differences.
Draco stomped down the driveway, his red face contrasting with his Steel like eyes. He was mumbling to himself, Harry couldn't tell exactly what Draco was saying. From the words he caught he didn't really want to know. Draco made it to the bottom of the driveway and kicked the gate open. Apparently he didn't see the other boy gaping at him from the street way, because he kept walking strait into Harry. "OUCH! You blithering fool!" Draco yelled "Don't you watch where your... Potter?" He asked squinting in the dim light of the street lamps. "What in bloody hell are you doing around here? Trying to get yourself killed?" Harry sat on the ground dumb struck, his mouth hanging open at his rivals worried tone. "I was running away from home" he said
"So you ran to death eater central? God Potter, I thought you were at least a little bit smarter than that!"
"I had to get away from that house Malfoy, Being there was a fate worse than death!"
Draco assessed the other boy's words, and then sighed. "Alright Potter, do you have your broom?" Harry nodded, and pulled out a miniature broom from his pocket, along with his wand. He murmured a quick growth spell, and watched, as the broom became full size again. Draco did the same with his, and then mounted. "Potter, you have two choices. I can fly to Hogwart's with you and see what Dumbledore has to say, or we can go to my Cabin and spend the rest of the summer there."
Harry thought for a moment, if he went back to Hogwart's Dumbledore would have him shipped back to the Dursley's for sure. Harry looked up at Draco and studied his face; of course staying with your arch nemesis had its disadvantages as well. Harry opted for the Cabin; at least there he would be free.
Draco flew steadily on, his eyes never wavering from the rising sun. Harry knew he was thinking, he just wished he knew what it was about. Judging from the pained look he got on his face every now and then he really needed someone to talk to. "Malfoy?" he asked, Draco turned and looked at him quizzically "what happened back there?" he asked. He didn't really expect and answer, but It was worth a shot. Draco sighed "don't worry about it Potter" he said. "I just want to forget about it, for now at least." Harry sighed, "Alright" he said.
A little while later Harry spoke up once more "Hey Draco?" Draco flinched at his name and looked at Harry in shock "Do you think, that we could maybe just have a truce? Just for the rest of the summer? I don't have the strength to fight with you right now." Draco thought for a moment then smiled "sure Harry, that would be nice" he said.
The two touched down in front of a small cabin near the top of a large mountain. Draco looked around cautiously then ran inside. Harry waited a minuet until a voice brought him out of a daze. "Harry, are you coming?" Harry smiled. The cabin was beautiful, when you walked in you could see everything. It was like a large foyer, on each side there were stairs leading to the second floor, which was littered with doors. Draco turned around and looked at Harry "you get the left side, I get the right." He said, "Both sides are the same, each have a bedroom, a bathroom, and a library. The other doors are locked so you'll know which is which. Harry nodded and climbed the stairs on his side.
That night they sat around the fire, both had taken showers. Harry was wearing a pair of Canuck P.J pants that Draco had let him borrow, he decided against a shirt. It was too hot in there anyway. He looked up at Draco, He had also opted against a shirt, his pale skin glowed in the firelight, and his hair seemed to flicker along with the flames. His face was peaceful, as he scanned the pages of his book. On top of his nose rested a thin pair of reading glasses. Harry smiled. "What potter? You think you're the only one who wears glasses?" Draco asked without looking up.
Harry's smile broadened, and he laughed. "What's so funny Potter?" he asked. Harry's laugh dwindled "three things Draco, number one; you keep switching from Potter to Harry. Number two; No I don't think I'm the only one that wears glass's, but let me let you In on a little secret" Harry removed his glass's and turned on the light. "Hold up your book" he asked. Draco held the book up showing Harry the page he was reading. Harry read a line from it and watched as Draco re-read the line and his face turned to awe. "They're just for show" he finished. And Number three; I wasn't staring at your glass's I was staring at your face".
Anyways, I am beginning to hate this story, its starting out really bad, and I'm not thrilled with that. But I'm going to finish what I started and just get it out of the way. Anyways READ AND REVIEW. Flames welcome, god knows I deserve it.
~Mir.
Dedications: This Chapter Is dedicated to the little kitty that comes up every time I open Word. For all the help it has given me, and for scaring the shit out of me when it purred.
Warnings: THIS IS SLASH!!! THAT MEANS MALE/MALE CONTENT!! If that makes you uncomfortable in ANY way DON'T read this story. I REPEAT if that makes you uncomfortable in ANY way DON'T read this story. There are also Some Language ratings. For swear words.
Authors Note: I was going to wait for some Comments and reviews but I was to upset recently and I needed o write. So I'm writing.
Black Velvet
Chapter 2 – Talking Out Your Differences.
Draco stomped down the driveway, his red face contrasting with his Steel like eyes. He was mumbling to himself, Harry couldn't tell exactly what Draco was saying. From the words he caught he didn't really want to know. Draco made it to the bottom of the driveway and kicked the gate open. Apparently he didn't see the other boy gaping at him from the street way, because he kept walking strait into Harry. "OUCH! You blithering fool!" Draco yelled "Don't you watch where your... Potter?" He asked squinting in the dim light of the street lamps. "What in bloody hell are you doing around here? Trying to get yourself killed?" Harry sat on the ground dumb struck, his mouth hanging open at his rivals worried tone. "I was running away from home" he said
"So you ran to death eater central? God Potter, I thought you were at least a little bit smarter than that!"
"I had to get away from that house Malfoy, Being there was a fate worse than death!"
Draco assessed the other boy's words, and then sighed. "Alright Potter, do you have your broom?" Harry nodded, and pulled out a miniature broom from his pocket, along with his wand. He murmured a quick growth spell, and watched, as the broom became full size again. Draco did the same with his, and then mounted. "Potter, you have two choices. I can fly to Hogwart's with you and see what Dumbledore has to say, or we can go to my Cabin and spend the rest of the summer there."
Harry thought for a moment, if he went back to Hogwart's Dumbledore would have him shipped back to the Dursley's for sure. Harry looked up at Draco and studied his face; of course staying with your arch nemesis had its disadvantages as well. Harry opted for the Cabin; at least there he would be free.
Draco flew steadily on, his eyes never wavering from the rising sun. Harry knew he was thinking, he just wished he knew what it was about. Judging from the pained look he got on his face every now and then he really needed someone to talk to. "Malfoy?" he asked, Draco turned and looked at him quizzically "what happened back there?" he asked. He didn't really expect and answer, but It was worth a shot. Draco sighed "don't worry about it Potter" he said. "I just want to forget about it, for now at least." Harry sighed, "Alright" he said.
A little while later Harry spoke up once more "Hey Draco?" Draco flinched at his name and looked at Harry in shock "Do you think, that we could maybe just have a truce? Just for the rest of the summer? I don't have the strength to fight with you right now." Draco thought for a moment then smiled "sure Harry, that would be nice" he said.
The two touched down in front of a small cabin near the top of a large mountain. Draco looked around cautiously then ran inside. Harry waited a minuet until a voice brought him out of a daze. "Harry, are you coming?" Harry smiled. The cabin was beautiful, when you walked in you could see everything. It was like a large foyer, on each side there were stairs leading to the second floor, which was littered with doors. Draco turned around and looked at Harry "you get the left side, I get the right." He said, "Both sides are the same, each have a bedroom, a bathroom, and a library. The other doors are locked so you'll know which is which. Harry nodded and climbed the stairs on his side.
That night they sat around the fire, both had taken showers. Harry was wearing a pair of Canuck P.J pants that Draco had let him borrow, he decided against a shirt. It was too hot in there anyway. He looked up at Draco, He had also opted against a shirt, his pale skin glowed in the firelight, and his hair seemed to flicker along with the flames. His face was peaceful, as he scanned the pages of his book. On top of his nose rested a thin pair of reading glasses. Harry smiled. "What potter? You think you're the only one who wears glasses?" Draco asked without looking up.
Harry's smile broadened, and he laughed. "What's so funny Potter?" he asked. Harry's laugh dwindled "three things Draco, number one; you keep switching from Potter to Harry. Number two; No I don't think I'm the only one that wears glass's, but let me let you In on a little secret" Harry removed his glass's and turned on the light. "Hold up your book" he asked. Draco held the book up showing Harry the page he was reading. Harry read a line from it and watched as Draco re-read the line and his face turned to awe. "They're just for show" he finished. And Number three; I wasn't staring at your glass's I was staring at your face".
Anyways, I am beginning to hate this story, its starting out really bad, and I'm not thrilled with that. But I'm going to finish what I started and just get it out of the way. Anyways READ AND REVIEW. Flames welcome, god knows I deserve it.
~Mir.