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You're My
Favorite Song
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his
cohorts. Credit belongs to JK Rowling. If I did own them...Oh the
naughty things I would do...MWAHAHAHAHA! R&R Please and although
flames are not welcome, constructive criticisms are. This is slash
so if you do not like it don't read it.
A/N-
Sorry for the long delay guys. My computer hasn't been acting well. And something went wrong with my floppy that had all my files in it. ;; But I'm back, and YMFS is back in business. Hopefully I can save this on my new floppy. Now for my first reviews.
Cadeyrn- You'll find out soon enough!
Slytherin's Silver Dragon- Well, here's the next chappie
Gabo0- hahaha! I know Harry the freak is a bit clichéd but it works. And you get to know a little bit more about Drake in this chappie.
madam-malicia- sorry bout the confusion. Yes I did set the story in America, cuz I would have done a great disservice to all the customs in Britain. I'm bad I know. Actually, the town is loosely based on the town I live in.
Caitlin- hahaha! You found it!
Didge- It's the best kind of H/D slash ANYWHERE!
Cupidsbride- aww...only a three on originality...hahaha! Well I give you a 10 out of 5 for reading my fic
Midnightangel- Well heres the next chappie, I hope you enjoy it.
DreamersDisease- well if I don't hit anymore snags I should be able to continue with this story at a faster pace than I used to.
Yuy- WHOO HOO! I love cookies. Actually COOKIES FOR EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED MY FIC!
NOW ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Chapt. 2- So Unusual
Harry and Drake made their way to Drake's house. It wasn't that far, only a couple blocks away, but with Harry hurt, it took much longer. Harry slung his arm over Drake's shoulder and about halfway to the house, Harry was in considerably less pain. He got off Drake's shoulder and started to walk on his own. He was walking slowly but at least he was on his feet. They reached the house about 15 minutes later.
Harry stared in awe at the elegant Victorian style house that stood in front of him. The house was two stories tall. Bushes about as tall as Harry surrounded the perimeter. Drake opened the gate and steped onto and elegant cobblestone walkway which meandered itself around a small garden. Harry and Drake made their way to the house.
Drake opened the door and ushered Harry inside.
"Why don't you take a seat?" Drake offered as he led Harry into the living room. Harry nodded his head and sat on the couch. He looked around the room and saw that there were still a few boxes that weren't unpacked.
"Would you like something to drink, Harry?" Drake asked.
"A glass of water will do, thank you." Harry replied. Drake got up from his seat and made his way into the kitchen. Harry coulnd't help but stare at the blonde boy as he left the room. 'Oh my god was I just staring at his butt!?' he thought to himself. He sighed as he let himself as he plopped onto the couch. 'Well he does have a cute butt.' Harry laughed to himself.
"Did I miss something? What's so funny?" Drake said as he re-entered the room carrying two tall glasses of water. That made Harry jump a little and brought him back from his day dream.
"Oh it was nothing really. Listen, thank you very much for what you did for me back there. I usually don't get caught up with the likes of Marcus and his goons. I owe you big time."
"Like I said earlier, your friendship is good enough for me. I don't like seeing people get hurt."
"Thanks. So tell me more about yourself. Why choose a place like Ridgefield to live?"
"Well, my mum used to live here when she was little. She moved to London when she was about 10. She met my dad in college and they got married a year after their graduation. By then my dad already had a successful business and my mother was an accomplished journalist for "The Sun"." Drake sighed when he mentioned his father. Harry noticed this.
"If this is to hard, its ok. I don't need your entire life story."
"No its alright. I don't mind telling people my story. Its very thereputic. Where was I? Oh yes. Then I was born. Mum couldn't write anymore because of me but she was OK with it. She stayed home and took care of me. She did a bit of freelance writing on the side but nothing too much. My dad on the other hand kept working and working. Mum couldn't take it anymore. They decided to get a divorce. I was about two at the time. It was an easy battle. Mum got custody of me and we lived in a small apartment in London. I never heard from my dad after the divorce, well other than the birthday and Christmas cards and presents. I was OK with that. Well my mum got a transfer to the states and we moved back to her hometown. Dad helped pay for the house so I guess I'm grateful for that. Well that's it."
While listening to the story, Harry finisehed his drink. Drake saw this and offered Harry some more. Harry stood up quickly, forgetting all about his injuries. This caused him to wince in pain and fall back into the couch.
"Oh shit, that hurt. Sorry for the language." Harry said as he finally got thorugh the shock of the pain. Drake was by his side in a second and asked him if he was OK. "I'm fine. But I'm not sure my side isn't."
"Lift up your shirt, Harry, so I can look at that."
Harry was a bit apprehensive, but he obliged nonetheless. He slowly lifted his shirt and showed Drake the damage. It wasn't that bad Drake thought, but it was a bit bruised and swollen. Drake slowly brought his hands to the spot and gingerly touched the bruise. Harry cringed in pain, but quickly regained his composure.
"I'm sorry." Drake apologized.
"Its alright, took me by surprise is all." Harry replied.
"Let me get you some ice to help with the swelling." Drake once again left the room for a brief second and returned almost immediately with some ice.
"Here, why don't you put this on the bruise." Drake gave Harry the ice and put it on the bruise. Harry was cautious about the ice but it still made him wince in pain.
"Why don't you tell me more about yourself. It'll keep your mind away from the pain." Drake suggested.
"Well I'm pretty big into music. I love the guitar. But my baby is my saxophone. I love it!"
"Your into music too, ehh. So am I. I play piano and guitar also."
"Cool."
"Actually I went to the choir room to ask the teacher if I could use the one of the practice rooms from time to time to help compose some songs."
"Oh, is that where you ran off too during lunch? I thought it was because of something that I said."
"Err, umm...no, I mean yea I had to go to the choir room. So do you have any siblings?" Harry looked at Drake. He looked like he was a bit uncomfartable but harry just put it aside claiming it was the awkwardness of the situation.
"Yea, I have a older brother. He lives with his wife in New York City. He visits from time to time."
"What do your parents do?"
"My parents are partners for a nonprofit lawfirm in downtown Ridgefield.
The clock suddenly began to chime.
"Holy shit! Its four o'clock already, I have to get home. Its my turn to make dinner tonight. And I have to catch the bus to get home." Harry burst out suddenly
"Where do you live? I can drive you there." Drake offered.
"I live on the opposite side of town. You can drive?"
"Technically I can in London. But all I have is a permit here. So we have to be careful."
"Wait a sec, how old are you again?"
"I'm 17."
"And you're a Sophomore?"
"There was a scheduling mishap, but if I do well enough my classes, They'll move me up to Senior year next year."
"Oh that's cool. Well I guess you could take me home. But I don't want you to get in trouble so you better drive carefully."
"Don't worry I will."
Harry and Drake made their way to the garage. Drake took it upon himself to carry all of Harry's belongings.
Harry's mouth fell open as he stared at the gorgeous silver BMW Z3 convertible that was parked in front of him.
"This is YOUR car!? Its amazing." Harry said.
"Yea, my dad gave it to me for my 17th birthday. I guess it's his way of saying I'm sorry."
"Oh." Harry said as Drake opened the door for him.
Drake drove in silence while Harry gave him directions to his house. Harry was glad for the ride. What would have probably taken 45 minutes of waiting and sitting in the bus now only took about 10 by car.
They were at his house around 4:15. Drake stopped right in front of a small ranch style house. Drake got out of the car and opened the door for Harry. He then opened the trunk and took out Harry's things. Drake walked Harry to his front door.
"Thanks again, Drake for everything." Harry said.
"It was nothing really."
"I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow."
"Yea, bye."
Harry opened the door and disappeared into the house. He peered out the window to see Drake climb into his car and drive off. Harry sighed and went to his room to deposit his belongings.
End of chapt. 2
Well that's chappie number two. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Sorry for the typing mistakes and stuff. Oh one more thing, I need a BETA reader. I didn't really like this chapter very much. For those interested contact me at starlightrain16yahoo. R&R please. Those who review get COOKIES!
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