Summary: What if Harry didn't want the future that was forced on him? What if he went against Dumbledor's orders, and left the Dursley's without telling anyone? ...and what if Draco doesn't want to be what his father expects him to be? What if Draco only wanted to feel friendship and love, something he's never recieved before?
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, gayness, whatever people call it. No like, no read. This may also contain M-Preg, but I'm not sure yet. Oh, gore too, and foul language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, and all those other characters do NOT belong to Evanescent Luminescence, and in fact belong to J.K. Rowling, the brilliant woman she is.
A Touch Of Evil-- Chapter One
Inner War
Harry Potter gazed out the window at the garden. The perfect little garden, with the perfect little flowers, and the perfectly green grass. Why was it perfect? Because his Aunt forced him to make it perfect. And if it wasn't perfect? No food for a week. Harry Potter didn't ask for this, but he had to comply. If he didn't, he'd get in trouble. With more than just his Aunt and Uncle.
With a sigh, Harry pushed back his messy black bangs and stood from where he had been sitting for the past hour. His Aunt and Uncle were out, and thankfully, they had taken their evil son Dudley with them. Which left Harry all alone in the big old house.
Something moved out in the garden and Harry's green eyes instantly shot back to it. But whatever had moved was no longer doing so, and so Harry relaxed. He decided to go for a walk, since he was obviously highly tensed. Maybe he would be able to calm down. It was a bad choice.
Upon stepping out of the house, Harry knew something was wrong. It was too quiet, even for Privet Drive. It was normally quiet, yes, but never this quiet. He knew something was up. And in a matter of time, he saw what it was.
There was a person sitting in the middle of the road, just sitting there, wearing black robes and a hood pulled over his face. And whoever it was, they were just staring at Harry. Alarmed, Harry took a few tentative steps forward. The robed figure did not move. He took another step forward. Still no movement.
When Harry was at the end of the driveway, the figure stood slowly. But they didn't say anything. Just the movement was enough to alarm Harry though, and he jumped back, eyes narrowed. The figure didn't move other than that.
"Hello?" Harry called out to the figure, only to recieve no answer. 'This is odd,' he thought to himself. 'But it might be a trap, I can't go too close.'
The robed figure suddenly reached up and let the cloak's hood fall down. Harry gasped at who it was that he saw.
"Malfoy!?" he said in surprise, but then he frowned. It was of course, none other than Draco Malfoy, but something was wrong. The blond Slytherin was crying. There were tear stains running down his face. "What happened?"
Draco smirked. "Thats just like you isn't it? Asking me whats wrong. You and your bloody Gryffindork attitude." He took a staggering step towards Harry, who didn't move. "Can you imagine what you'd be like if you were in Slytherin?" he asked weakly. "I can. You'd have a smart mouth, a real asshole you'd be. I can just see it."
Harry frowned. "Malfoy you're delusional. Get away from me." he spat.
Draco continued to walk forward. "You don't want me to go away. Why would you? You and your bloody Gryffindork attitude, you wouldn't send an injured party away without inspection would you?" He asked softly, his silver-grey eyes shimmering with more tears. "I have a present for you Harry."
The Gryffindor rolled his eyes. "Bugger off Malfoy, you're just going to-- wait, what did you call me?" He stared at Draco in surprise. Were his ears working properly? he could have sworn he had heard Draco just call him 'Harry'.
The Slytherin's eyes widened slightly in a panic. "Is that not your name!?" he asked, surprised. "Isn't Harry your name?"
"Well it is, but-"
"Then why are you surprised that I called you Harry? Or... or am I not good enough to call The-Boy-Who-Lived by his first name?" Draco asked sadly.
"Thats not what I meant!" Harry sighed. "Thats not what I meant at all. You never call me Harry, you call me Potter, or Golden Boy, or bloody prat. What happened to you Malfoy?"
Draco frowned and staggered forward again. "You hate me." he stated simply, eyes sad. "You hate me. I was hoping for your friendship. Looks like that'll never happen to me." And with those words spoken, Draco's eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed in an ungraceful heap on the ground.
Harry's eyes widened and he knelt by his fallen enemy. "Malfoy?" he asked, shaking Draco's shoulder, but the blond male did not waken. Harry sighed and grabbed Draco's arms and lifted him, painfully, over his shoulder and began to make his way back to the Dursley's house.
Draco lay on Harry's bed, and Harry had removed the black cloak to see what Draco had been talking about when he'd said 'Injured'. Sure enough, he had an ugly cut on his stomach and his arm had been slashed open. Now there were crisp white bandages on the wounds.
Harry was sitting on a chair at his desk, writing a letter to Ron and Hermione about Draco's sudden appearance at Privet Drive. Every so often he would glance over at Draco, to see if he had woken up yet.
'I wonder what he's doing here...' Harry thought. 'I mean, its not every day that your school rival, and the son of a Death Eater, shows up right in fron of your house. Its a good thing the Dursley's aren't home.' Harry smiled at the thought of what the Dursley's would do if they knew about Draco.
And of course, downstairs, the door opened. Harry visibly paled, and glanced over to make sure Draco was still asleep. Which, he was.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry flinched. 'What did I do now?' he thought forlornly as he walked down the stairs.
Uncle Vernon immediately pushed several large boxes into Harry's arms. "Wrap these. Your Aunt and I are busy and don't let Dudley see them. They're for his birthday. And don't look at them either or you'll go a week without food. GOT IT?" He yelled.
Harry flinched again and got a better grip on the boxes. "Yes Uncle Vernon." he said submissively. He started to head back upstairs when Uncle Vernon stopped him again.
"Oh, and Harry?" Harry looked at him submissively. "Try not to make a mess of things."
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry responded dimly as he walked up the stairs. Once in his room, he closed the door with his foot and set all the boxes on the floor. He did this almost every year, and had several rolls of wrapping paper in his room for just that reason. As he worked on wrapping the first box, he let his mind wander to the male laying in his bed. ((A/N: God that sounds wrong))
'I wonder what he was doing here? He said he had something for me. I hope this isn't some sort of trap that I've unwillingly just walked into. Something had to have given him those cuts.... that can't have been self-mutilization. It was something's claws that made that cut on his arm.'
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when a soft groan came from the bed. He stood up and walked over to the bed, gazing at Draco as the blond slowly began to wake.
"Ugh.... Harry?" Draco's silver eyes opened and he blinked, staring up into Harry's concerned face.
"You okay?" Harry asked, wondering if Draco had lost his mind. It was.... highly unlikely.
Draco smirked and sat up. "I didn't give you a present." he said simply. He struggled to stand out of the bed, and gazed at Harry with a weird look.
Before Harry had time to say something, Two powerful arms wrapped around his waist and Draco's lips were pressed against his.
((bwahahaaha))End of CHAPTER ONE
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