Saved by my Demise:
Disclaimer: the characters that are to be used in this story are not of my own creation! By thinking this you are giving me WAY to much credit as a writer. They belong to a wonderfully talented woman by the name of J. K. Rowling. However the plot and whatever else you don't recognize is mine!
Summery: Harry came back to school. . . different to say the least. His friends don't get what's wrong. And how in the world did he and Draco get sent back to when Tom Riddle was in school?
Warning: this is a slash story! With male/male pairings. If you don't like that well then don't read. Complicated? I think not.
If the title confuses you, the last chapter will explain it.
Draco Malfoy walked into the train station like every other year, flanked by his two bodyguards on either side.
He walked swiftly through the crowds of students. The sixth year Slytherin walked on to the train and down to his compartment. Every year the three met the other Slytherin's in there. Draco sprawled out gracefully over the seats. A dull rumble of conversation echoed through the compartment as the train chugged steadily along.
The train ride took the whole day as always.
Halfway through Draco tried to go and bother the wonder boy like ever other year. Hey it was tradition, for him. Potter was nowhere to be found, much to his chagrin. Draco did, however, have the misfortune of catching the Mudblood and Weasel snogging though. A disturbing vision he in know way wished to ever repeat again.
When the train finally stopped Draco slipped into a carriage with Pansy chattering endlessly into his ear. As the carriages took off Draco glanced at the scenery, nothing had changed, amazingly enough.
When the carriages finally pulled in front of the school Draco jumped out, grateful to be able to stand once again. As he neared the front doors he saw a very atarctive boy slip into the castle. Curios Draco walked the rest of the way to the castle in a very good mood. Draco had known that he wasmore attracted toguys for quite a while. However there was never anyone around that were good enough to be more then a fuck buddy at Hogwarts. Even thought he might have had his share of crushes. None of which he felt that would be to his advantage to pursue.
He walked in and sat down at the Slytherin table looking around the hall for the boy dressed in black he'd seen outside.
What he saw caused what looked unmistakably like a pout to cross the young Malfoy's face.The boywas sitting at the Gryffindor table.
The Mudblood and Weasel tried to talk to the boy, he pointed to the other end of the table and said something clipped that the blond couldn't hear. Whatever it was sent the two others scurrying away. Draco smirked, he might be okay even for a Gryffindor. Throughout the sorting Draco watched the boy looking for some sign of who he was. Much to his displeasure someone noticed him staring.
"Hot huh?" Pansy whispered on Draco's left.
"Obviously." Draco said back.
"Who do you think he is?"
"No idea."
"Wonder boy seems to be missing tonight. The Weasel and Mudblood are all by there lonesome." Draco's eyes scanned the table to where the two were sitting. Sure enough the scrawny little Gryffindor wasn't there. "Maybe he finally realized they're not worth his time." Draco said eyes moving back to the other boy.
His hair was very dark possibly black, the Slytherin wasn't sure, He wore black robes, but you could see that he had on black jeans with chains. The boy's eyes were swirls of greenish gray. Most likely some complicated coloring charm Draco concluded. However his musing about the boy were cut short when his target jumped up and started hissing at something under the table.
"Is he speaking parsletongue?" Pansy whispered.
Draco was watching the boy like a hawk. The boy glared at something before leaning down and shoving his arm under the table. When he stood back up there was a huge snake slithering up his arm to hide in his robes.
"Sorry Professor's" he boy said to the head table "still not completely trained. And we wouldn't want him scaring all the lions now would we?"
As if that solved everything the boy turned back to his dinner. Draco sat back dumbstruck. Wonder boy sure seemed different.
Draco and the other Slytherin's walked back to their common room. Draco as the prefect was supposed to guide the younger students but like the Prefects before him he simply told the password to someone else and put them in charge of the disgusting task. When they got to their dorm the ritualistic night of talking about all the new students, whether on not they were good enough, started. Slytherin had received thirteen new youngsters, a fitting number to say the least.
The main belief was that they would be sufficient however Draco seemed to think one by the name of Damon showed great promise.
The night normally then concluded into talking about all the other students, and how unfortunate it was that the idiots got sorted into any other house besides there own.
That night once the Gryffindors were mentioned Pansy took it upon herself to turn the conversation onto the wonder boy.
"He seems a hell of a lot different that's for sure." Blaise remarked. From where he was leaning into Pansy's shoulder.
"And he sure as hell got hot over the summer." Pansy said.
"Parkinson he's a Gryffindor. Don't even go there." Draco said.
"Why? You said he was hot at the feast yourself." The other Slytherin's seemed highly amused at that.
"And my dear that is why you and no other of these imbeciles are allowed to show that you like the golden boy."
"Greedy aren't we?" Blaise smirked.
"At least I know what I want." Draco countered. Looking at Blaise easily. The threat resonating in his eyes scared most of the sounding people. Blaise however, the target, was immune, after all recieving as many glares as he had over the years theyweren'tas terrifying as they once had been.
That night in bed Draco lay fuming into the darkness. When the realization hit that he was not the only person who thought that the wonder boy was extremely hot, which he really should have figured, he was not at all pleased. That meant he would have competition for the naive little Gryffindor. And he was not in the best standing as it was. The blond boy glared at the ceiling. If the boy hadn't gotten so fucking hot it would have been so much easier. And with the fact that he was pretty sure that Harry was straight it made it all the harder for him.
But after all he is a Malfoy, and they never back down from anything that they wanted. And Draco wanted Harry.
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