Osiris: Okay, if you don't like this story just because I haven't updated
until today, then you can bite my ass! My god! It was my fault because I
didn't type it up until today (Anubis writes it on paper during classes
that are SO FREAKIN BORING and I type them up) and she had had it typed up,
but some bitch stole it from the computer...SO GRR!
Anubis: sticks out tongue and blows a loud raspberry
Harry sat on a rusty swingin the playground watching the blond boy.
The boy would glance up occationallu at Harry, his brows furrowed. Harry began to swing and pumped his legs, going higher and hish.
He jumped from the swing, landing a couple of feet away from where Draco sat on the merry-go-round.
Harry walked over to Draco and stood beside him.
Draco pushed his sketchbook against his chest and smiled shyly, "You wanna see?" Draco asked as he looked up at Harry.
He shrugged, "I guess," he sat down next to Draco and the blond held out the book to Harry.
Harry looked at the picture and he saw himself sitting on a motorcycle grining widely.. He had on a leather jacket with a lightning bolt on its sleeve. His hair was wind-ruffled and his eyes bright, "It's like looking into a photo."
"You like it?" he asked as he looked closer at Harry, his eyes sparkling with innocence.
"I think we need to work on your painting for the fair," Harry watched Draco's silver eyes droop, "but I like the picture," he added quickly.
Draco smiled as he closed the sketchbook and looked around excitedly.
"What are you going to paint?"
"I'm not sure. That's what I love about painting, you have some idea of what you want, but you can change that," he stole another glance at Harry.
"Yeah, but don't we need to start working on it?"
"With two people, we can get it done in no time!" Draco jumped up from the merry-go-round and looked anxiously up at the sky, "It's getting late, where should we meet tomarrow?"
"Um...we could meet here again," Harry thought about his friends who often visited the park to paint graffiti, "Er, no...let's meet at my house," he couldn't risk his reputation like this again, so he smiled and gave Harry directions from the school.
"When do you want me to be there?" Draco ripped something out of his sketchbook and handed it to Harry.
"You don't have to-"
"I want you to have it."
"Thanks," Harry pocketed the picture, "I'll see you tomarrow at 10."
"Yeah, see you," Draco smiled widely and turned toward home.
Harry turned the corner and walked down the cracked sidewalk, a block away from his house. He didn't hear the footsteps until they were right behind him.
"Guess who?" a pair of hands covered his eyes, but he knew the voice.
"Get off, Hermione," Harry violently shook her off.
"What's wrong, babe?" Hermi trailed a hand over his flat chest and bit his earlobe.
"Are you deaf, bitch? I said get off!" Harry yelled as he sped up.
Hermi flinched, but sped up and walked in step with him, "Wazza matter?" she asked innocently, looking up to Harry.
He stopped and looked at her, "What's the matter? You left me! You all did! You know, I never would've ran off on you guys," he fumed.
"What'da expect me to do?" she yelled as he began to walk again, "Stay there with you? Take the heat? Oh, please, you woudn't do that for me!"
"You know I would. I have before."
"This is my last chance, Harry. One more screw-up and I'm in juvie,for good. No parol. No amount of kissing Snape's ass could save me," Hermi snapped, starting to walk away.
"Whatever, I don't need or want you anyway!" Harry stormed into the building and found his flat, slamming the door behind him, "Mum, Dad, I'm home," he smiled to the picture of his mom and dad, forever smiling. He continued down the hall, pausing infront of a mirror- he never liked the thing.
He took out the picture and compared it to his image reflecting back at him from the mirror.
In the picture he looked noble and brave; the bravery part he had down, but the noble...that was another story.
He didn't want to let Draco down for some reason, he wanted to keep that image.
When he thought about Draco...he got the usual feeling...except there was something new there, something he couldn't describe. A tingly feeling and he never felt that way- or allowed himself to.
"I guess I could make an exception," Harry smiled and went into his room.
Draco opened the door to his house quietly, not wanting to disturb his father who was usually in his drunken stuper by now- when that happened, whoever he saw first got it the worst.
Last night, he had cried when he told his mother what happened to his glorious painting and Harry offering to help.
His father had overheard and stormed i, yelling about his son being a pansy; painting is nonsense- for girls and fags.
He grabbed Draco and threw him against the wall, hitting him.
Draco learned to stand still could possibly save his life, ending them quicker, so he stood still.
"MY BOY IS NO FAG!" Lucius roared, hitting Draco with a book in the temple.
Draco fell to the floor, blood pouting down his face.
"If I ever catch you with that boy, you'll regret it!"
He only dreamed of what Lucius would do, but he didn't care at this point.
"I think I love you, Harry Potter" Draco whispered inthe sanctuary of his room.
Anubis: sticks out tongue and blows a loud raspberry
Harry sat on a rusty swingin the playground watching the blond boy.
The boy would glance up occationallu at Harry, his brows furrowed. Harry began to swing and pumped his legs, going higher and hish.
He jumped from the swing, landing a couple of feet away from where Draco sat on the merry-go-round.
Harry walked over to Draco and stood beside him.
Draco pushed his sketchbook against his chest and smiled shyly, "You wanna see?" Draco asked as he looked up at Harry.
He shrugged, "I guess," he sat down next to Draco and the blond held out the book to Harry.
Harry looked at the picture and he saw himself sitting on a motorcycle grining widely.. He had on a leather jacket with a lightning bolt on its sleeve. His hair was wind-ruffled and his eyes bright, "It's like looking into a photo."
"You like it?" he asked as he looked closer at Harry, his eyes sparkling with innocence.
"I think we need to work on your painting for the fair," Harry watched Draco's silver eyes droop, "but I like the picture," he added quickly.
Draco smiled as he closed the sketchbook and looked around excitedly.
"What are you going to paint?"
"I'm not sure. That's what I love about painting, you have some idea of what you want, but you can change that," he stole another glance at Harry.
"Yeah, but don't we need to start working on it?"
"With two people, we can get it done in no time!" Draco jumped up from the merry-go-round and looked anxiously up at the sky, "It's getting late, where should we meet tomarrow?"
"Um...we could meet here again," Harry thought about his friends who often visited the park to paint graffiti, "Er, no...let's meet at my house," he couldn't risk his reputation like this again, so he smiled and gave Harry directions from the school.
"When do you want me to be there?" Draco ripped something out of his sketchbook and handed it to Harry.
"You don't have to-"
"I want you to have it."
"Thanks," Harry pocketed the picture, "I'll see you tomarrow at 10."
"Yeah, see you," Draco smiled widely and turned toward home.
Harry turned the corner and walked down the cracked sidewalk, a block away from his house. He didn't hear the footsteps until they were right behind him.
"Guess who?" a pair of hands covered his eyes, but he knew the voice.
"Get off, Hermione," Harry violently shook her off.
"What's wrong, babe?" Hermi trailed a hand over his flat chest and bit his earlobe.
"Are you deaf, bitch? I said get off!" Harry yelled as he sped up.
Hermi flinched, but sped up and walked in step with him, "Wazza matter?" she asked innocently, looking up to Harry.
He stopped and looked at her, "What's the matter? You left me! You all did! You know, I never would've ran off on you guys," he fumed.
"What'da expect me to do?" she yelled as he began to walk again, "Stay there with you? Take the heat? Oh, please, you woudn't do that for me!"
"You know I would. I have before."
"This is my last chance, Harry. One more screw-up and I'm in juvie,for good. No parol. No amount of kissing Snape's ass could save me," Hermi snapped, starting to walk away.
"Whatever, I don't need or want you anyway!" Harry stormed into the building and found his flat, slamming the door behind him, "Mum, Dad, I'm home," he smiled to the picture of his mom and dad, forever smiling. He continued down the hall, pausing infront of a mirror- he never liked the thing.
He took out the picture and compared it to his image reflecting back at him from the mirror.
In the picture he looked noble and brave; the bravery part he had down, but the noble...that was another story.
He didn't want to let Draco down for some reason, he wanted to keep that image.
When he thought about Draco...he got the usual feeling...except there was something new there, something he couldn't describe. A tingly feeling and he never felt that way- or allowed himself to.
"I guess I could make an exception," Harry smiled and went into his room.
Draco opened the door to his house quietly, not wanting to disturb his father who was usually in his drunken stuper by now- when that happened, whoever he saw first got it the worst.
Last night, he had cried when he told his mother what happened to his glorious painting and Harry offering to help.
His father had overheard and stormed i, yelling about his son being a pansy; painting is nonsense- for girls and fags.
He grabbed Draco and threw him against the wall, hitting him.
Draco learned to stand still could possibly save his life, ending them quicker, so he stood still.
"MY BOY IS NO FAG!" Lucius roared, hitting Draco with a book in the temple.
Draco fell to the floor, blood pouting down his face.
"If I ever catch you with that boy, you'll regret it!"
He only dreamed of what Lucius would do, but he didn't care at this point.
"I think I love you, Harry Potter" Draco whispered inthe sanctuary of his room.