Warnings: Slash Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine...sigh


>>>>>>>>Chapter 2>>>>>>>>

"I'm going to miss you guy's so much this summer," Harry said sadly as he began to see the platform.

There was a mass of parents waiting eagerly to see their children.

'If there were ever any time I needed to be with friends, it's now...'

Hermione saw the pained expression on Harry's face and knew that he would need support this summer. He had been very affected by last summer's seclusion and she knew she could not let it happen again.

'I don't care what Dumbledore says. He's not staying with the Dursleys for more than two weeks... If that. I'm not going to let that happen to him again.'

"Don't worry, mate. We'll have you out of that wretched place before you can say Fizzing Wizbee," Ron said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on staying this time. At least not that long. I know it's important for me to be there for a little while." Harry said, referring to the blood tie to his mother's sister that protected him.

"It would be great if Dumbledore would just let you leave this time," Hermione said, trying to keep the boys from making rash plans.

"Yeah, but he hasn't let it be that easy so far," Harry replied as the trio began to walk out of the compartment.

"Well lets hurry so we can see everyone!" Ron interjected trying to lighten the mood.

Harry smiled brightly at the thought of seeing Sirius.

"I hope Snuffles came," Harry said hopefully.

"I'm sure he did," Hermione said. "He wouldn't miss the chance to see you Harry."

The now very excited group quickly made their way off the train and rushed toward the large group of red heads across the platform.

About halfway toward the group Harry was knocked over by a large mass of black fur.

Draco quickly changed out of his comfortable traveling clothes that his father didn't know he owned. His father would never approve of him wearing anything other than expensive, designer clothing, but Draco didn't like wearing it all of the time. However, he didn't mind it when he was in public. He may not have been nearly as aristocratic as everyone thought but he still immensely enjoyed playing the part.

As Draco walked out of his compartment, dressed in a stylish black sweater and slacks, he remembered how it had smelled in there.

'I'm going to get it from Lucius. I must smell. Oh well, I would probably get it anyway, might as well have a good reason...' He sighed as he thought about what horrors his father would do to him this summer.

As he stepped off the train his father was easy to spot since he was standing alone in the back of the crowd. Cane in hand and looking like it was such a bother to have to see his son home and be around all of the lower class people.

He also saw the Weasleys. Standing right in the middle of the crowd and excitedly peering above everyone's heads looking for their children. Draco longed to rush over to them and be embraced in a warm hug.

Draco erased the thoughtful look off his face and put on the same sort of expression as his father.

'Forget it, Drac! You will never have that kind of life! Why not? I really could choose to leave Lucius and Voldemort'

He slowly made his way through the crowd. Until about halfway he was knocked over by someone and a dog.

"What the..." Draco exclaimed.

"Snuffles!" exclaimed the boy that had bowled him over.

Draco lay pinned on the ground, when he suddenly realized who was on top of him.

"What is your problem Potter!"

"Malfoy!" Harry gasped, "Snuffles, get up!"

Before Draco even had a chance to insult him, Harry had jumped up and run off through the crowd.

'What was that all about?' Draco wondered as he brushed the dirt off clothes and started working his way towards his father once again.

"Draco," Lucius said as soon as he caught sight of him and quickly turned to leave the station. Assuming that his son would follow, but not really caring if he did or not. Coming to the train station to fetch him was just a show to put on to make him look better to the public.

Lucius walked through the muggles with so much confidence the crowds parted well before he went through. It was as is there were as invisible force that he had established around himself, like the barriers used to hide magical places from muggles. When he was so close to a person they would automatically think to step out of the way.

Once outside, Draco spotted the Malfoy chauffeur standing next to the car ready to open the door.

As, he climbed into the black limo Lucius gave him an odd look.

"What is that odor?" Then Lucius gave a perverted kind of smile. "Some girl's perfume, I would guess. It smells cheap. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever fuck one. It is nice to know you have, but you really should pick someone with better taste in perfume next time."

Draco sat horrified. 'Oh shit! Where did he get an idea like that! What do I say! ... Just go along with it.'

"Oh, well, she was... just... available at the moment and I... uh... thought it was convenient..." Draco trailed off, ashamed at what he had said. He really had a lot of respect for women, and greatly admired their bravery in a world that has dominated by men for almost all of history. But he never really had been interested in them like most of the other guys were. He had known he was gay for a long time but had never even hinted to anyone about it. His destiny as the Malfoy heir was already set and there was no two ways about it.

"Yes, that does sound nice," Lucius said thoughtfully and grabbed the Daily Prophet and began to read.

Draco let out a silent sigh of relief and tried to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, so his father would not turn his attention back to him. He didn't want to discuss his love life with anyone let alone his father. It meant treading on much too sensitive territory, one little slip and his secret would be revealed.

As the car sped through the country side Draco's thoughts turned to what he would do about the war.

'There's no way I can join the Dark side. I would never last and I could never have the life that I want. I'll have to leave this summer. There is no way that I can stay where I am if I have no intention of being a minion to the Dark Lord. But how...'

Draco looked out the window as he continued to ponder how he would escape from his 'birthright' as his father had so lovingly put it several years ago.

They passed through the small town as the bottom of the hill upon which the mansion was located and Draco had decided that he would have to escape by night as soon as things go too serious.

"Straighten your clothes, Draco. You'll want to look nice for our guests," Lucius said as the mansion came into sight.

The mansion was more like a castle than anything. It looked a like a miniature Hogwarts, except the lines were straighter and it had a cold feeling about it. The grounds were, as always, perfectly manicured and had beautiful landscaping with several gardens.

However, Draco was immune to the unique feeling of awe and foreboding one felt as they approached. He was much too worried about what 'guests' were at the mansion.

Once Draco entered the gargantuan oak front door his fears were confirmed. The air was thick with malicious magic, and he knew that said 'guests' meant Voldemort.


That was a little short but I've been stuck on it so I just decided to end it and move on.

Luvies- Savannah

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