Title: Getting Harry Potter
Author: liyu Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Draco and Harry are the properties of JK Rowling. Not mine.
Summary: Draco wants Harry Potter. Unfortunately for him, Harry is in confused denial. Draco has only the choice to resort to drastic, but clever, plans to get Harry Potter.
2. Waiting for Harry Potter
When he woke up, he still didn't have any answers, but he had plenty of dreams. Not bad dreams, mind you, but still, quite uncomfortable. He had always had a vivid imagination and it seemed that what happened yesterday fuelled that imagination, bringing to his mind impossible scenarios. Really embarrassing ones also.
He wasn't one to dwell too long on a problem that wasn't a direct threat to his life. He had to keep his priorities right, with a dark lord after him and everything. How would he have survived all those years otherwise?
In the morning, all that happened yesterday seemed to belong to the same place where dreams came from. The concrete and material part of his brain took over and put the memory in a box labelled "You Don't Want to Open It" which was shut into a drawer labelled "Trust Yourself, You Really Don't Want to Open It".
All was nice and over and he was back to his happy self.
Yet, his present life proved to be calm. Almost boring. He was used to the danger of a dark lord planning his death. But there was no threat, well, no real threat he could see coming and it let his mind in peace. Too much peace was bad. His mind needed action, and the dark lord seemed to have failed to give him that. So it began to wander... into a certain drawer.
He would sometimes take a peek at what was in the box and be caught staring at those lips. They still talked to him, rather harshly, but that was normal. He could deal with them this way, when they were a meter away from him.
But then, sometimes, he caught himself staring at those lips, and his mind would go blank, wandering into that box. Hopefully, his brain would kick him awake and he would turn away, muttering something along the lines of "stupid brain".
Yet, it wasn't really a trouble to him. He had dealt with many things more terrifying and threatening, right? After all, he had stared at death in the eyes and still lived. He could surely deal with a pair of lips.
Author: liyu Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Draco and Harry are the properties of JK Rowling. Not mine.
Summary: Draco wants Harry Potter. Unfortunately for him, Harry is in confused denial. Draco has only the choice to resort to drastic, but clever, plans to get Harry Potter.
2. Waiting for Harry Potter
When he woke up, he still didn't have any answers, but he had plenty of dreams. Not bad dreams, mind you, but still, quite uncomfortable. He had always had a vivid imagination and it seemed that what happened yesterday fuelled that imagination, bringing to his mind impossible scenarios. Really embarrassing ones also.
He wasn't one to dwell too long on a problem that wasn't a direct threat to his life. He had to keep his priorities right, with a dark lord after him and everything. How would he have survived all those years otherwise?
In the morning, all that happened yesterday seemed to belong to the same place where dreams came from. The concrete and material part of his brain took over and put the memory in a box labelled "You Don't Want to Open It" which was shut into a drawer labelled "Trust Yourself, You Really Don't Want to Open It".
All was nice and over and he was back to his happy self.
Yet, his present life proved to be calm. Almost boring. He was used to the danger of a dark lord planning his death. But there was no threat, well, no real threat he could see coming and it let his mind in peace. Too much peace was bad. His mind needed action, and the dark lord seemed to have failed to give him that. So it began to wander... into a certain drawer.
He would sometimes take a peek at what was in the box and be caught staring at those lips. They still talked to him, rather harshly, but that was normal. He could deal with them this way, when they were a meter away from him.
But then, sometimes, he caught himself staring at those lips, and his mind would go blank, wandering into that box. Hopefully, his brain would kick him awake and he would turn away, muttering something along the lines of "stupid brain".
Yet, it wasn't really a trouble to him. He had dealt with many things more terrifying and threatening, right? After all, he had stared at death in the eyes and still lived. He could surely deal with a pair of lips.
