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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.
CHAPTER THREE: Away
'Harry just gave him a weird look before he started to pack'.
Harry Potter sighed. His trunk was packed now, and Draco was spending horrible amounts of time in front of the mirror, making sure his hair looked good. Harry glared at him. Another ten minutes went by.
"I really don't think the muggles will CARE if your hair is gelled or not, Malfoy!" Harry snapped. Draco shot him a weird look.
"But I always need to look my best Harry." Draco whined.
That was another thing that Harry was confused about. Malfoy kept call him 'Harry'. Malfoy had never called him by his first name before. Thats why he had a feeling that aliens had kidnapped Malfoy and had sent one of their own in his place.Or, well, something along the lines of that.
Draco waved a hand in front of Harry's face. "Hello? Earth to Harry! I'm done now." he smiled. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed his trunk, dragging it down the stairs.
Uncle Vernon stopped him right away. "Where are you going?" he growled. Aunt Petunia frowned at the two boys.
Draco and Harry glanced at each other. Draco was the one to speak. "Oh, we're going to run away together and get Married and adopt thousands of children and realise we can't take care of them all and send half of them to you and the other half to your cousin Bob that lives in the country."
Harry's Aunt and Uncle glanced worriedly at each other. "In other words, you'll never see us again." Harry concluded, continuing to drag his trunk out of the house with Draco following.
Once they were out of ear shot, Harry turned to Draco. "What was that about getting married? You're not Draco Malfoy are you? You're an imposter!"
Draco rolled his eyes and planted both hands firmly on Harry's shoulders. "Oh but Harry.... I love you just oh so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with The-Boy-Who-Is-Gay-But-Tries-To-Hide-It."
Harry pushed him away. "I'm not gay." he said quickly, dragging his trunk down the street. Draco followed after a moment, grinning widely at something. Harry decided it would be better not to ask.
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Three days later found the two boys sitting in a park, under a tree to escape the pouring rain. Draco had used magic, but so far no one was coming to get mad at them. He had made it so that Harry's trunk could be shrunk and returned to size with the press of a button. It was very conveniant, and now rested inside Harry's pocket.
"Why does it always have to rain?" Draco complained, staring out at the wet... everything. He glanced at the black-haired male beside him and frowned.
Harry coughed. "Because whatever Greater Being is up in the sky right now, has decided to punish us for running away." he growled, closing his eyes again. Both boys had fallen ill just the other day, though they had no idea what it was that they were ill with, they just knew that it involved lots of coughing and sore throats and the occasional bout of vomiting. Maybe it was the lack of food, the being awake for 20 hours straight, lack of water, lack of good sleeping areas......
Draco's voice snapped Harry out of his little trance. "Maybe there's someone nice that would let us inside for a bite to eat." he suggested.
"Nope. Too risky." Harry said quickly, though he did stand. "Come on, lets find a proper shelter and get some sleep. At least until the rain stops."
So, in bad spirits and occasionally making a bad joke, the two 16 year olds headed off through the park, searching for some place that was dry and could be used as a make-shift bed for the moment.
"How about in there?" Draco suggested, pointing to a large slide. Underneath it was close on three sides, the open side away from the rain, making it dry inside. And there was grass.
"Looks good." Harry yawned, staggering over in that direction. He collapsed into the gravel just before the opening though, and Draco had to try and drag him. He managed to get Harry half-way into the grassy area before he too collapsed, soughing onto the ground. Harry pulled himself in and curled up into a tight ball.
"I'm so hungry." he whispered, jumping when he felt something warm curl up beside him. He looked over, noticing Draco also curled up, pressing against him. "Warmth I'm hoping?"
Draco opened one silver-grey eye and glared at him. "Warmth you git. Shut up and sleep."
Harry chuckled dryly, coughed twice, and passed out.
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Draco woke up when he heard someone's voice. And it wasn't Harry's voice. "Hmm.... huh?" He sat up slowly and gulped. There, in the entrance of the slide-area-thing, was a grown man with messy brown hair and curious brown eyes.
"Who are you two? And why are you sleeping under the slide?" he asked calmly. Draco could hear children laughing in the background. He decided not to wake Harry.
"My friend and I.... we're running away from our families because they abused us. We don't want to get the authorities involved because our parents would just get their friends to go after us. We've gone without sleep and food for three days sir." draco said, looking at the ground. It wasn't a complete lie. There was mostly truth in there.
The man looked shocked. "Oh you poor child. Wake your friend and get out of there, you can come to my house and rest and get good food."
Draco smiled thankfully and shook Harry, he merely groaned and rolled over. His breathing was shallow, his face pale. "Harry wake up." Draco murmured, shaking Harry again. "Come on! Get up!"
Harry's bottle green eyes opened slowly. "Wha? Ergh....." he sat up weakly, only to be tugged to his feet by Draco. "Whats going on Draco?" Yes, Harry called him Draco now. Over the past three days the two had become closer than enemies, but not yet friends.
"Look Harry! This man is going to give us somewhere warm to sleep and something good to eat." Draco said excitedly. Harry looked doubtful.
"It could be a trap." He said simply. Draco rolled his eyes and tugged the other out of the slide and across the park.
"If it WAS a trap, then would he have bothered to wake us up? And he's obviously a muggle Harry- he has no idea who you are."
That worked. Harry yawned and followed Draco, stumbling a few times. But he couldn't shake the feeling of walking into a trap.
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Well, My Chirstmas Present to all my reviewers is Chapter Three of 'A Touch of Evil'. Hope you enjoy!