Hello! I can't believe I got reviews.... guys you rule! I'd have thought no one would bother reviewing my stories. Oh well, I must reward you someway, and here it is! The long awaited chapter two! Sorry it took so long.... I only have limited computer time, and school interferes.....
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. Also, there's a chance of rape, maybe....
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 Two: Struggles.
'Before Harry had time to say something, Two powerful arms wrapped around his waist and Draco's lips were pressed against his.'
Harry pulled back with a cough, his green eyes wide. "What the fuck!?"
Draco frowned, his silver-blue eyes devoid of emotion. "Never been kissed before, Harry?" He asked, smirking. Harry glared.
"Never been kissed by a guy before." he growled, moving back to work on wrapping the presents for his stupid cousin. He felt more than heard Draco sit down behind him, watching what Harry did with mild interest. He hadn't responded to what Harry said.
They were both silent for quite some time. Harry managed to get all the wrapping done perfectly and carried the boxes back downstairs to his uncle, while Draco remained in the room. When he came back, Harry finally spoke to him.
"Why are you here, Malfoy? Why of all places did you come here?" He asked, putting away the wrapping paper and sitting at his desk. He planned on sending a letter to Ron and maybe Hermione about Draco's sudden appearance.
Draco hesitated to answer. "I don't think I can tell you that, Harry. Its been a really hard summer for me, you know? I needed to go somewhere that my dad and Voldefart would never expect." He didn't give a reason for this.
Harry began to write quickly, listening as Draco curled up on Harry's bed again and fell asleep. When he was sure that Draco was completely asleep, he sent Hedwig off with the letters and turned to watch the blond.
'Why would he need to hide from his father and Voldemort? And still.... why here? Doesn't he know that I'm a target? What if my Aunt and Uncle find out he's here?' Harry was full of questions. But one stuck out firmly in his mind. 'Why the Hell did he kiss me?'
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Draco woke the second time to the sound of yelling. With a groan, he sat up and once again realised that he was still in Harry Potter's bed. He was surprised that 'The Golden Boy' had not kicked him out yet. The yelling once again caught his attention and he slid out of bed, landing ungracefully on his butt. Slowly he crept out of Harry's room and stared down the stairs. The yelling came from the living room. Again, very slowly, Draco crept down the stairs and peeked around the wall there, into the living room.
A big man stood there, yelling at Harry, who was calmly sitting down on the couch. The man was large, with an ugly mustache, a purple face, and very little neck. His fat hands were curled into fat fists. Draco couldn't even concentrate on what was being yelled. Standing beside the man was a tall woman with a slight resemblance to a horse, and almost too much neck. She was maybe one fifth the size of her husband.
The woman turned her head, seeing movement. She saw Draco, and she screamed. "Vernon! Vernon there's another one here! Another.... another freak!"
Draco glared. "Excuse me, did you just call me a freak?" Draco snapped.
Harry stood quickly, his green eyes wide. "Malfoy!" he hissed. "What are you doing!?" Vernon turned and stared at Draco, his purple face purpling even more.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? BOY," he turned towards Harry again. "YOU INVITED ONE OF YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS OVER, DIDN'T YOU!? I TOLD YOU THAT THEY ARE BANNED FROM THIS HOME! FOREVER!" he gripped the front of Harry's shirt in a blind rage, and threw him. More precisely, threw him at Draco. The two collided and fell to the floor.
Harry got up first, his hands curled into fists as he glared at his uncle. Draco just.... lay on the floor, lightly dazed. He gazed up at Harry as he lay there, confusion evident in his silvery eyes. "Harry..?"
But Harry didn't listen. He pulled Draco up and pulled him to his room. "Why did you come down stairs!?" he asked the moment the door was closed. "Why couldn't you have stayed up here!?"
Draco frowned. "I heard yelling. I wanted to know why there was yelling. How can you stand being around that.... that monster? He hurt you!"
"He'll hurt me even more, trust me." Harry said darkly.
Again, Draco frowned. "Why don't you leave then?" he asked, wondering why the boy didn't just leave the Muggle's home.
Of course, Harry knew he really should, but he couldn't. "With Voldemort around its safer for me to be here." he said quietly, diverting his eyes from Draco's own questioning ones. "If I left, Voldemort and the Death Eaters would find and kill me."
The blond boy had to think about that one for quite some time. "What if.... what if I went with you? You've got money. We could... we could go to Diagon Alley and exchange Galleons and such into Muggle Money, and we could..."
Harry shook that thought away instantly. "Nope. If I went to Diagon Alley, I'd surely be recognized. I don't want to be recognized. But you are right, we need to leave."
Draco smiled and stood from where he had sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. "Good. And I'm going with you, and I'm going to stay with you until School starts. Incase you need protecting. Oh, and my name is Draco. D-R-A-C-O. Say it with me now, DRA-"
Harry shut him up with a hand over Draco's mouth. "Shut up! I know perfectly well what your name is, Draco. You don't have to be a prat."
"But you know you want it!"(1)
Harry just gave him a weird look before he started to pack.
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AN: That was odd. Sorry for the long delay guys! You mean so much to me I'll try to update faster!
(1)- Couldn't resist. Cheese Whiz, you know you waaaaaant it. Hehe.