Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks goes out to those of you who reviewed!
BabyPufoo, Katy999, Moonglow Girl, aurelie, katie, EbonyKitsune, Riverchic1998, and anyone else that i didnt mention!
No Harry and Draco in this chapter. SORRY!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 3:Accusations and The Truth
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Draco stood behind the counter in Avada Music, leaning forward and drumming his fingers as he watched customers browse through the many varieties of CDs. It had been a slow day, and he wanted nothing more then to be in his bed, dreaming about Harry. It had been three days since he had heard from Harry, and wondered why he hadn't called or visited. Ever since he had left his apartment, he had wondered if he had made the right decision in not telling Harry who he really was, but he was afraid of rejection. There was more then one reason to why he had left Hogwarts and that whole life behind, and it pained him to think about it. 'And if I were to tell Harry, it would lead to things that I'm not ready to face, and the thought of being around magic again, after I had ran to get away from it...'
"Stupid Potter, always had to ruin things. I was perfectly fine here, then he had to enter my life again and send it into chaos." He scowled at the counter; he didn't notice a certain red haired man standing at the counter looking at him with CDs clutched in his hand.
"Malfoy?!" the voice sounded astonished and angry, full of disgust and hate.
Draco's head snapped up when he heard his name, and saw Ron standing at the counter, he had to act quick, "Can I help you?" He asked, his dark scowl replaced with a slight smile.
Ron's face was beat red as he stared up at the lead singer of Far Cry, "Malfoy?"
Draco raised a brow, and cocked his head to the side, "Your Ron aren't you, a friend of Harry's? I remember you from The Kadavra; you were with that girl Hermione? She is your wife is she not?" He was leaning casually behind the counter as he watched Ron's facial expression change from anger to confusion. "And why do you call me Malfoy? I honestly don't know who you are talking about."
Ron closed his mouth and narrowed his eyes accusingly at the blond behind the counter. "Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. Its obvious that you ARE Malfoy. I'd know that scowl, that voice anywhere. Don't try to weasel your way out of this!" Ron slammed his fist down on the counter.
"RONALD WEASLEY! You Leave Harry's Boyfriend Alone THIS INSTANT! Honestly, I CANT take you ANYWHERE!" Hermione came storming over to her husband and swatted at his head.
"But 'Mione, its Draco Malfoy! Look it, can't you tell!?" Ron looked down at his wife, while pointing at the blond behind the counter.
"Honestly Ron, you and your over active imagination. Now you apologize to Dray this instant or you'll be sleeping downstairs for the next week!" Hermione glared up at him, her hands on her hips.
Draco watched with an amused expression across his features, "Yea Mr. Weasley, I think you owe me an apology! I understand why you've mistaken me for someone from your past, Harry talked about him, but I assure you that I am not the same person that you speak of." He smiled to himself; he really hadn't just lied to Harry's best friend, not really. It was more the truth then they would believe.
"Fine, alright. I'm sorry Dray, it won't happen again. I apologize for calling you by that lousy prats name." Ron said, still looking at him suspiciously.
Dray smiled brightly, "thank you for that wonderful apology, Mr. Weasley. Now how may I help you today?" It was aware that Hermione was watching him, with her all knowing eyes. He knew that she knew exactly who he was, but he wasn't sure what she would do with that knowledge. He rang up their purchases and bagged them, handing them to the couple, "Have a nice day and do come back one day. It was lovely seeing you again and all." Before they could say anything else, he left the counter and disappeared into a door labeled 'Office'.
Hermione sighed, and looked at her husband as they walked out of the store. She HAD to talk to Dray in private, and she knew that she needed to do it NOW. "Oh blast! Ron, I think I left something inside Avada Music, you go on ahead and meet up with Harry at the ice cream shoppe. I wont be long, besides I want to look around just a little bit more, if you wouldn't mind?"
Ron looked at her before replying, "Sure, love. I'll see you in a bit. Don't be too long." With that said, Ron turned and left her standing at the entrance to Avada.
Hermione watched Ron walk off and then, balling her hands into a fist, she turned and walked back into the store seeing another employee working the counter. " Excuse me, but I was looking for Dray? Is he still here, its really urgent and I must speak with him."
"Granger"
It was said in a cautious but knowing voice.
"Or should I say Weasley, now? Since you are married to the Weasel?"
Yes, she knew exactly who it was, and she was oh so sure that she was correct.
"Malfoy." She said as she spun on her heel and came to face him.
"You wanted to talk, I think I know what its about. C'mon then, to my office. Rachel, watch the floors, I don't think I'll be back soon." He glanced at Hermione before opening the door and ushering her in. He locked it and then walked around to his desk chair. "What is it that you want to know?" He asked, getting strait to the point.
Hermione looked at him, he wasn't as wildly dressed like he was at The Kadavra. He wore black shoes, which she read VANS on the black soles, for he had his feet propped on the desk. He wore a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt with The Clash written on it. The chains he wore were still on his pants, and she saw a discarded beanie lying just beside his feet. His hair wasn't as wildly spiked, and he still had the blue streaks. She sighed, finishing observing him, "Why did you run away from the school? Why did you disappear like you did? Do you have any idea the pain you caused?"
He snorted at the last question, " Oh please Hermione, is that the best you can come up with? Fine... Why did I leave Hogwarts?" He scrubbed his face with his hands and sighed, "I don't know why I should tell you, but I really do need to confide in someone, and yes, believe it or not I do trust you."
She raised a brow at this but didn't say a word, as she waited for him to continue.
"You want to know why? It was at the beginning of 6th year that I first realized that I truly, did not belong the Wizarding World. I could no longer feel the need to do magic, the want to do it nor the will. I was dead inside, and I wanted nothing more then to disappear from the world completely. My father had kept me locked up that summer, trying to bring me to my senses he said, be a true Malfoy! He said that I was just like the Mud bloods; I was a disgrace to the Malfoy name. He had tried to give me the Dark Mark, but it wouldn't take. I fought as if my life depended on it. At night, I could hear my mother a father fighting, one day, my father came to me, and he broke me in a way that no one should be broken. He killed my mother when she had tried to stop him. I don't remember how I escaped, but all I know is that I fled to Hogwarts, the only haven I could find. You know that I never taunted you, spoke to you or even looked at you and your friends at first? Well, I felt that I didn't need to anymore, it was my fathers wishes. I just wanted to make him proud, but as you can see it all went down the drain. Completely blown away by the wind. Before Harry defeated Voldermort that year, he had snapped my wand, and tried to kill me. I barely escaped, but I ran from the Wizarding World. And I hope to never set my eyes on it again." He sighed, he didn't feel like going into detail, but he knew that she was smart enough to fill in the gaps.
"I see. So you've been living as a muggle ever since you ran? Do you not miss it, not even a little?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
He tensed a little, and looked her straight in the eyes, "How can I miss something that I no longer have, 'Mione?" His voice was so low, that she wasn't sure she had heard him.
"Wh-what? Draco... how can that be? Is it even possible?" She concentrated on him, trying to feel even a glimmer of the magic that he once held. She gasped, it was true. He no longer had magic; he was as common as a muggle. "Draco..."
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!
Hope you liked it, im not to sure, but REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT!!!
Sorry for the shortness!
Feel free to email me: serraye_sanada@hotmail.com
Peace
Mad Love
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks goes out to those of you who reviewed!
BabyPufoo, Katy999, Moonglow Girl, aurelie, katie, EbonyKitsune, Riverchic1998, and anyone else that i didnt mention!
No Harry and Draco in this chapter. SORRY!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 3:Accusations and The Truth
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Draco stood behind the counter in Avada Music, leaning forward and drumming his fingers as he watched customers browse through the many varieties of CDs. It had been a slow day, and he wanted nothing more then to be in his bed, dreaming about Harry. It had been three days since he had heard from Harry, and wondered why he hadn't called or visited. Ever since he had left his apartment, he had wondered if he had made the right decision in not telling Harry who he really was, but he was afraid of rejection. There was more then one reason to why he had left Hogwarts and that whole life behind, and it pained him to think about it. 'And if I were to tell Harry, it would lead to things that I'm not ready to face, and the thought of being around magic again, after I had ran to get away from it...'
"Stupid Potter, always had to ruin things. I was perfectly fine here, then he had to enter my life again and send it into chaos." He scowled at the counter; he didn't notice a certain red haired man standing at the counter looking at him with CDs clutched in his hand.
"Malfoy?!" the voice sounded astonished and angry, full of disgust and hate.
Draco's head snapped up when he heard his name, and saw Ron standing at the counter, he had to act quick, "Can I help you?" He asked, his dark scowl replaced with a slight smile.
Ron's face was beat red as he stared up at the lead singer of Far Cry, "Malfoy?"
Draco raised a brow, and cocked his head to the side, "Your Ron aren't you, a friend of Harry's? I remember you from The Kadavra; you were with that girl Hermione? She is your wife is she not?" He was leaning casually behind the counter as he watched Ron's facial expression change from anger to confusion. "And why do you call me Malfoy? I honestly don't know who you are talking about."
Ron closed his mouth and narrowed his eyes accusingly at the blond behind the counter. "Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. Its obvious that you ARE Malfoy. I'd know that scowl, that voice anywhere. Don't try to weasel your way out of this!" Ron slammed his fist down on the counter.
"RONALD WEASLEY! You Leave Harry's Boyfriend Alone THIS INSTANT! Honestly, I CANT take you ANYWHERE!" Hermione came storming over to her husband and swatted at his head.
"But 'Mione, its Draco Malfoy! Look it, can't you tell!?" Ron looked down at his wife, while pointing at the blond behind the counter.
"Honestly Ron, you and your over active imagination. Now you apologize to Dray this instant or you'll be sleeping downstairs for the next week!" Hermione glared up at him, her hands on her hips.
Draco watched with an amused expression across his features, "Yea Mr. Weasley, I think you owe me an apology! I understand why you've mistaken me for someone from your past, Harry talked about him, but I assure you that I am not the same person that you speak of." He smiled to himself; he really hadn't just lied to Harry's best friend, not really. It was more the truth then they would believe.
"Fine, alright. I'm sorry Dray, it won't happen again. I apologize for calling you by that lousy prats name." Ron said, still looking at him suspiciously.
Dray smiled brightly, "thank you for that wonderful apology, Mr. Weasley. Now how may I help you today?" It was aware that Hermione was watching him, with her all knowing eyes. He knew that she knew exactly who he was, but he wasn't sure what she would do with that knowledge. He rang up their purchases and bagged them, handing them to the couple, "Have a nice day and do come back one day. It was lovely seeing you again and all." Before they could say anything else, he left the counter and disappeared into a door labeled 'Office'.
Hermione sighed, and looked at her husband as they walked out of the store. She HAD to talk to Dray in private, and she knew that she needed to do it NOW. "Oh blast! Ron, I think I left something inside Avada Music, you go on ahead and meet up with Harry at the ice cream shoppe. I wont be long, besides I want to look around just a little bit more, if you wouldn't mind?"
Ron looked at her before replying, "Sure, love. I'll see you in a bit. Don't be too long." With that said, Ron turned and left her standing at the entrance to Avada.
Hermione watched Ron walk off and then, balling her hands into a fist, she turned and walked back into the store seeing another employee working the counter. " Excuse me, but I was looking for Dray? Is he still here, its really urgent and I must speak with him."
"Granger"
It was said in a cautious but knowing voice.
"Or should I say Weasley, now? Since you are married to the Weasel?"
Yes, she knew exactly who it was, and she was oh so sure that she was correct.
"Malfoy." She said as she spun on her heel and came to face him.
"You wanted to talk, I think I know what its about. C'mon then, to my office. Rachel, watch the floors, I don't think I'll be back soon." He glanced at Hermione before opening the door and ushering her in. He locked it and then walked around to his desk chair. "What is it that you want to know?" He asked, getting strait to the point.
Hermione looked at him, he wasn't as wildly dressed like he was at The Kadavra. He wore black shoes, which she read VANS on the black soles, for he had his feet propped on the desk. He wore a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt with The Clash written on it. The chains he wore were still on his pants, and she saw a discarded beanie lying just beside his feet. His hair wasn't as wildly spiked, and he still had the blue streaks. She sighed, finishing observing him, "Why did you run away from the school? Why did you disappear like you did? Do you have any idea the pain you caused?"
He snorted at the last question, " Oh please Hermione, is that the best you can come up with? Fine... Why did I leave Hogwarts?" He scrubbed his face with his hands and sighed, "I don't know why I should tell you, but I really do need to confide in someone, and yes, believe it or not I do trust you."
She raised a brow at this but didn't say a word, as she waited for him to continue.
"You want to know why? It was at the beginning of 6th year that I first realized that I truly, did not belong the Wizarding World. I could no longer feel the need to do magic, the want to do it nor the will. I was dead inside, and I wanted nothing more then to disappear from the world completely. My father had kept me locked up that summer, trying to bring me to my senses he said, be a true Malfoy! He said that I was just like the Mud bloods; I was a disgrace to the Malfoy name. He had tried to give me the Dark Mark, but it wouldn't take. I fought as if my life depended on it. At night, I could hear my mother a father fighting, one day, my father came to me, and he broke me in a way that no one should be broken. He killed my mother when she had tried to stop him. I don't remember how I escaped, but all I know is that I fled to Hogwarts, the only haven I could find. You know that I never taunted you, spoke to you or even looked at you and your friends at first? Well, I felt that I didn't need to anymore, it was my fathers wishes. I just wanted to make him proud, but as you can see it all went down the drain. Completely blown away by the wind. Before Harry defeated Voldermort that year, he had snapped my wand, and tried to kill me. I barely escaped, but I ran from the Wizarding World. And I hope to never set my eyes on it again." He sighed, he didn't feel like going into detail, but he knew that she was smart enough to fill in the gaps.
"I see. So you've been living as a muggle ever since you ran? Do you not miss it, not even a little?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
He tensed a little, and looked her straight in the eyes, "How can I miss something that I no longer have, 'Mione?" His voice was so low, that she wasn't sure she had heard him.
"Wh-what? Draco... how can that be? Is it even possible?" She concentrated on him, trying to feel even a glimmer of the magic that he once held. She gasped, it was true. He no longer had magic; he was as common as a muggle. "Draco..."
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!
O.o
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!
Hope you liked it, im not to sure, but REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT!!!
Sorry for the shortness!
Feel free to email me: serraye_sanada@hotmail.com
Peace
Mad Love