a/n: someone commented and said that my pov, style and length had all
changed. truthfully, i felt the same way but i felt bad for waiting so
long to post that i just posted it anyway. i thought maybe no one would
notice but someone did so i went back and re-worked this whole chapter...i
changed the pov back to it's original form (i didn't change it on purpose)
and i added some things to make it longer. the style is one thing i cant
really help, im still young and my style is still changing, so i hope you
like this. feel free to leave constructive criticism like the fabulous girl
who inspired me to re write this whole chapter. i really appreciate it.
[ Chapter 3 ]
Harry didn't return to the Slytherin dormitory until a few hours later. When he did, Draco was waiting for him, the only one remaining in the common room.
"How did your meeting with Dumbledore go?" Draco asked with a smile in his eyes.
"Um, great." Harry replied. "I had some things to discuss with him." Draco nodded, telling him with his smile that he didn't believe him at all. He was sitting with his homework, papers spread in front of him. Harry hurried up to his trunk to get his schedule and then hurried back down. He sat next to him and looked at his list.
The two compared their schedules, realizing they had three of the same classes the next day. The slipped into an easy silence, one only broken by the sound of Draco's quill scratching against paper.
Harry looked over wordlessly and tried to read the words on the page.
"No peeking." Draco said smiling. Harry never realized how much he smiled.
"Is it secret?" Harry asked. Draco shut the book and looked at him as if to say 'go away' and Harry stood up.
"I'm going to bed." He said, stretching to reveal a strip of skin between is shirt and pants. He noticed Draco staring and dropped his arms quickly.
"Goodnight." He said hurriedly.
Draco whispered sweet dreams to his back.
* * * *
The next morning Harry found himself to be the first one up and he headed to the showers quickly. As the water poured over his body he thought about all that had happened in the past few days. He had taken on a new identity, become a part of the Slytherin house, befriended Draco Malfoy, formed a crush on Draco Malfoy. He stopped at that thought and stood still, trying to decide if he really meant that. Of course it was true. He had taken some sort of strange new liking to him and as much as he tried to fight it, Harry Potter had a crush on Draco Malfoy. Oh wait, Lucas James had a crush on Malfoy.
"Luke?" Said a voice from outside the stall. Harry stepped out with the towel around his waist and sucked in a breath.
"Speak of the devil." Harry said. Draco eyed him strangely.
"Who were you speaking about me to?" He asked. "Thinking about me in the shower, were you? Nice." Harry began to rush away into the dormitory but Draco called out to him.
"Luke, what's that scar on your back?" Harry held his breath. He had been waiting for that question.
"It's a long story." Harry said tensely. Draco came up close to inspect the lightning shaped scar on his back.
"Tell it to me." He said, obviously perplexed. "It looks exactly like Harry Potter's scar."
"Well...um. That's what it's supposed to look like. Shortly after the incident with the Potter's my parents became obsessed with the kid. They had a replica of the scar magically tattooed to my back. It was supposed to be a sign of safe keeping. A sign of my parents love and protection of me."
"That's...odd." Draco said quietly.
"Yes, well I don't like to show it off. It's kind of embarrassing." Draco looked up at him and smiled.
"That is the craziest thing I have ever heard." He said. "And I like it." He smirked and turned into his own shower, and Harry shaking, rushed back to his bed. That was a close one, but he managed it.
As he dried his hair and reveled in the fact that it would stay where he combed it for the first time ever, Harry stopped to admire Draco's confidence. He seemed to know that not only did Lucas participate in heterosexuality but that he liked him as well.
Lucas pulled on his new Slytherin tie and sweater and fastened his robes on over it as Draco walked out of the showering area, immaculately dressed and groomed.
He gestured around to the occupied beds in the room and said "They won't be up for at least another half hour. Do you want to head to breakfast now?"
"Of course. I need all the time I can get to be prepared for my first day of classes."
They headed out the door and up the steps side by side.
* * * *
When they reached the Great Hall, it was empty except for 6 or 7 students from other houses. They sat down to eat and fell into a light and easy conversation.
"So what do you think of Hogwarts so far?"
"I think I'm gonna like it here." Harry sang in a parody of the musical number in Annie.
"What?" he laughed.
"A song from a muggle movie." Harry told him. He stared at me for a long moment.
"Not many Slytherin's or pureblood's know much about muggles." He said quietly. "You really are something."
"Yes well my family was always taught to respect everyone, regardless of class or magical abillity."
"Well that's very noble of you." He said, " I don't know much about muggles."
"Have you tried to learn?"
Draco looked away.
"You'd be surprised at what you'd learn if you just asked." Harry told him. It was true. Most of lifes complexities he was realizing could be solved with a simple question. If you knew who to ask.
"Would I?" Draco asked. The two boys stared intently for a moment before Draco broke the gaze.
"It's been bred into me. I can't really help it." He shrugged. "Just like Hogwarts. I always complain about this place and Dumbledore, but I really can't think of another place that I'd rather be." Harry smiled at him, liking him more and more with every word that came out of his mouth.
"Ready for your tour?" Draco asked. Harry stood up with him and followed him out into the corridor.
After being shown a few points of interest, Harry became bored.
"I'm bored." He said.
Draco laughed and stopped. "Would you rather just talk then?" Lucas nodded.
"Well you brought up how you can learn a lot from a question before. Can I ask you some questions?" Draco eyed him hopefully.
"Of course. Only if I can ask you." Draco hesitated, but nodded.
"Alright. Who were your best friends back at ASW?"
"H-Helen. And um, Robert." Harry spit out. "Who are your best friends?"
Draco seemed to consider the question. "I don't really have friends. I have back-up and assosciates. Besides you, I have no real friends. So I guess you. Since you have no real competition, you are my best friend." He smiled, as though thoroughly pleased with his answer and Harry blushed.
"Your turn, what's your favorite subject." He said lamely.
"Ooh, Malfoy, you're sure coming at me with the deep questions." He laughed. "But I like Transfiguration. It's the base of all magic, you know? At muggle carnivals and birthday parties, the first thing their magicians do is turn something into something else."
"Magicians?" Asked Malfoy.
"Muggle thing. Fake wizards." Draco nodded, but obviously did not get it.
"My turn to ask, who is your favorite family member?" Harry asked.
"My cousin Stella, by far. She's twenty - four, but she's been the closest thing to me and my confidante for longer than I can remember." Harry smiled. See? Even Malfoy's have family values.
"Okay, you ask." Harry said.
"Alright, Lucas. Are you by any chance, homosexual?" Harry stared at him, schocked and nearly cried with relief when the bell tolled in the hall, signaling the beginning of their first class. Harry took off down the hallway.
****
In the potions room, they slid into seats next to each other. They Slytherins called out "Lucas!" and slapped him on the back and many of the Gryffindors stared at him uneasily, probably trying to decided whether or not they liked the new addition to their class. Snape smiled at him, and he nearly had a stroke until he realised he was no longer Harry Potter.
The rest of the class went on uneventfully, Harry partnering him in an easy potion making and watching almost amusedly as Snape deducted point after point from some of his extrememly angry former classmates.
At the end of class Draco offered to walk Harry to Arithmancy and Harry accepted, still eager after earlier to be as close to his side as possible. The back halls probed to be quieter so as they spoke their words bounced off the stone walls and back at them, making them lowere their voices. They talked about nothing and as they did, they inched closer and closer until the back of their hands touched sending a jolt from one boy to another. Harry slowly reached out his hand and latched on to the fingers of Draco's hand and held them firmly in place, to assure him that it had not been an accident. It's easy to be confident when you're being someone else, you don't have a lot to lose. If Draco had dropped his hand and ran screaming down the hall, he would've done it to Lucas James, not Harry Potter. As they walked they began their game agian. Question after question, it never got old. They held hands and learned each other's mothers names and their favorite childhood pets and games. Draco seemingly telling the truth and Harry making up the life he wishede had lived. At the end of the hall and before the rush of the crowd ahead they stopped and turned to each other.
"You confuse and intrigue me at the same time." He said.
"Thank you for walking me to class." Harry said smiling, not letting go of his hand yet. Before he had the chance, with a smirk in his eyes, Draco lifted his hand to his face and kissed the back of it, leaving Harry nearly speechless.
"What was that for?" Harry asked, dazed.
"Chivalry is not dead, Lucas." He smiled, dropping his hand gently. "Your welcome, see you in two hours." And with that he turned and walked away. Harry stared after him. Hoping he would turn around again and wave or wink or do something corny like that.
Even with the deuling and fighting and adventure as life being Harry Potter, it's safe to say that his life as Lucas James might be a little more interesting.
[ Chapter 3 ]
Harry didn't return to the Slytherin dormitory until a few hours later. When he did, Draco was waiting for him, the only one remaining in the common room.
"How did your meeting with Dumbledore go?" Draco asked with a smile in his eyes.
"Um, great." Harry replied. "I had some things to discuss with him." Draco nodded, telling him with his smile that he didn't believe him at all. He was sitting with his homework, papers spread in front of him. Harry hurried up to his trunk to get his schedule and then hurried back down. He sat next to him and looked at his list.
The two compared their schedules, realizing they had three of the same classes the next day. The slipped into an easy silence, one only broken by the sound of Draco's quill scratching against paper.
Harry looked over wordlessly and tried to read the words on the page.
"No peeking." Draco said smiling. Harry never realized how much he smiled.
"Is it secret?" Harry asked. Draco shut the book and looked at him as if to say 'go away' and Harry stood up.
"I'm going to bed." He said, stretching to reveal a strip of skin between is shirt and pants. He noticed Draco staring and dropped his arms quickly.
"Goodnight." He said hurriedly.
Draco whispered sweet dreams to his back.
* * * *
The next morning Harry found himself to be the first one up and he headed to the showers quickly. As the water poured over his body he thought about all that had happened in the past few days. He had taken on a new identity, become a part of the Slytherin house, befriended Draco Malfoy, formed a crush on Draco Malfoy. He stopped at that thought and stood still, trying to decide if he really meant that. Of course it was true. He had taken some sort of strange new liking to him and as much as he tried to fight it, Harry Potter had a crush on Draco Malfoy. Oh wait, Lucas James had a crush on Malfoy.
"Luke?" Said a voice from outside the stall. Harry stepped out with the towel around his waist and sucked in a breath.
"Speak of the devil." Harry said. Draco eyed him strangely.
"Who were you speaking about me to?" He asked. "Thinking about me in the shower, were you? Nice." Harry began to rush away into the dormitory but Draco called out to him.
"Luke, what's that scar on your back?" Harry held his breath. He had been waiting for that question.
"It's a long story." Harry said tensely. Draco came up close to inspect the lightning shaped scar on his back.
"Tell it to me." He said, obviously perplexed. "It looks exactly like Harry Potter's scar."
"Well...um. That's what it's supposed to look like. Shortly after the incident with the Potter's my parents became obsessed with the kid. They had a replica of the scar magically tattooed to my back. It was supposed to be a sign of safe keeping. A sign of my parents love and protection of me."
"That's...odd." Draco said quietly.
"Yes, well I don't like to show it off. It's kind of embarrassing." Draco looked up at him and smiled.
"That is the craziest thing I have ever heard." He said. "And I like it." He smirked and turned into his own shower, and Harry shaking, rushed back to his bed. That was a close one, but he managed it.
As he dried his hair and reveled in the fact that it would stay where he combed it for the first time ever, Harry stopped to admire Draco's confidence. He seemed to know that not only did Lucas participate in heterosexuality but that he liked him as well.
Lucas pulled on his new Slytherin tie and sweater and fastened his robes on over it as Draco walked out of the showering area, immaculately dressed and groomed.
He gestured around to the occupied beds in the room and said "They won't be up for at least another half hour. Do you want to head to breakfast now?"
"Of course. I need all the time I can get to be prepared for my first day of classes."
They headed out the door and up the steps side by side.
* * * *
When they reached the Great Hall, it was empty except for 6 or 7 students from other houses. They sat down to eat and fell into a light and easy conversation.
"So what do you think of Hogwarts so far?"
"I think I'm gonna like it here." Harry sang in a parody of the musical number in Annie.
"What?" he laughed.
"A song from a muggle movie." Harry told him. He stared at me for a long moment.
"Not many Slytherin's or pureblood's know much about muggles." He said quietly. "You really are something."
"Yes well my family was always taught to respect everyone, regardless of class or magical abillity."
"Well that's very noble of you." He said, " I don't know much about muggles."
"Have you tried to learn?"
Draco looked away.
"You'd be surprised at what you'd learn if you just asked." Harry told him. It was true. Most of lifes complexities he was realizing could be solved with a simple question. If you knew who to ask.
"Would I?" Draco asked. The two boys stared intently for a moment before Draco broke the gaze.
"It's been bred into me. I can't really help it." He shrugged. "Just like Hogwarts. I always complain about this place and Dumbledore, but I really can't think of another place that I'd rather be." Harry smiled at him, liking him more and more with every word that came out of his mouth.
"Ready for your tour?" Draco asked. Harry stood up with him and followed him out into the corridor.
After being shown a few points of interest, Harry became bored.
"I'm bored." He said.
Draco laughed and stopped. "Would you rather just talk then?" Lucas nodded.
"Well you brought up how you can learn a lot from a question before. Can I ask you some questions?" Draco eyed him hopefully.
"Of course. Only if I can ask you." Draco hesitated, but nodded.
"Alright. Who were your best friends back at ASW?"
"H-Helen. And um, Robert." Harry spit out. "Who are your best friends?"
Draco seemed to consider the question. "I don't really have friends. I have back-up and assosciates. Besides you, I have no real friends. So I guess you. Since you have no real competition, you are my best friend." He smiled, as though thoroughly pleased with his answer and Harry blushed.
"Your turn, what's your favorite subject." He said lamely.
"Ooh, Malfoy, you're sure coming at me with the deep questions." He laughed. "But I like Transfiguration. It's the base of all magic, you know? At muggle carnivals and birthday parties, the first thing their magicians do is turn something into something else."
"Magicians?" Asked Malfoy.
"Muggle thing. Fake wizards." Draco nodded, but obviously did not get it.
"My turn to ask, who is your favorite family member?" Harry asked.
"My cousin Stella, by far. She's twenty - four, but she's been the closest thing to me and my confidante for longer than I can remember." Harry smiled. See? Even Malfoy's have family values.
"Okay, you ask." Harry said.
"Alright, Lucas. Are you by any chance, homosexual?" Harry stared at him, schocked and nearly cried with relief when the bell tolled in the hall, signaling the beginning of their first class. Harry took off down the hallway.
****
In the potions room, they slid into seats next to each other. They Slytherins called out "Lucas!" and slapped him on the back and many of the Gryffindors stared at him uneasily, probably trying to decided whether or not they liked the new addition to their class. Snape smiled at him, and he nearly had a stroke until he realised he was no longer Harry Potter.
The rest of the class went on uneventfully, Harry partnering him in an easy potion making and watching almost amusedly as Snape deducted point after point from some of his extrememly angry former classmates.
At the end of class Draco offered to walk Harry to Arithmancy and Harry accepted, still eager after earlier to be as close to his side as possible. The back halls probed to be quieter so as they spoke their words bounced off the stone walls and back at them, making them lowere their voices. They talked about nothing and as they did, they inched closer and closer until the back of their hands touched sending a jolt from one boy to another. Harry slowly reached out his hand and latched on to the fingers of Draco's hand and held them firmly in place, to assure him that it had not been an accident. It's easy to be confident when you're being someone else, you don't have a lot to lose. If Draco had dropped his hand and ran screaming down the hall, he would've done it to Lucas James, not Harry Potter. As they walked they began their game agian. Question after question, it never got old. They held hands and learned each other's mothers names and their favorite childhood pets and games. Draco seemingly telling the truth and Harry making up the life he wishede had lived. At the end of the hall and before the rush of the crowd ahead they stopped and turned to each other.
"You confuse and intrigue me at the same time." He said.
"Thank you for walking me to class." Harry said smiling, not letting go of his hand yet. Before he had the chance, with a smirk in his eyes, Draco lifted his hand to his face and kissed the back of it, leaving Harry nearly speechless.
"What was that for?" Harry asked, dazed.
"Chivalry is not dead, Lucas." He smiled, dropping his hand gently. "Your welcome, see you in two hours." And with that he turned and walked away. Harry stared after him. Hoping he would turn around again and wave or wink or do something corny like that.
Even with the deuling and fighting and adventure as life being Harry Potter, it's safe to say that his life as Lucas James might be a little more interesting.