Define 'Normal'

Sako Jitei

Description: Overacheiver Harry is eager to participate in the new peer counseling program a Hogwarts--Until he learns that the person he's supoused to counsel is Draco Malfoy. Draco is anything but Harry's peer. He's a punker a druggie, a gang hanger. But as their peer counseling sessions progress, Harry and Draco discover they have more in comon than they ever could imagine. When Harry's life begins to unravel he fears Draco Malfoy may be is only lifeline. Takes place in the 7th year. Harry's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters they belong to J.K Rowling. But if I did own 'em..well Harry and Draco would be a LOT more friendly, if ya know what I mean.

Draco: Why am I here again?
Sako: You're my smexy muse!
Harry: ;>>
Sako: On with the story! -

I opened the door and froze. Not Draco Malfoy. Couldn't be. Not a chance. Impossible. My jaw stuck in the gape open position.

"What are you staring at" Draco sneered.

The child of an ex-deatheater? Your long blonde hair with purple streaks? Your black lipstick? The eyeliner. . . "Nothing." I muttered.

"You my peer counselor?" Draco asked, clunking ankle high boots up onto the conference table. He tipped back the chair and thread his fingers together behind his head.

My stomach knotted. "Guess so." I though, Define 'Peer'.

Draco snorted. He must've had the same thought.

Exhaling a lonf breath, I slid into a chair at the oposite side of the table. Even that far away, his cologne was noxious. Maybe it wasn't cologne, more like incense. The odor, a mix of musk and sex, made my nose pucker. I smoothed down my black slacks, trying desperatly not to sneeze. Or gag. "Where's Professor Dumbledore?" I asked.

"He had some emergency," He answered. "Probally ran out of lemondrops and had to rush over to Florish and Blotts."

I stiffle a laugh. Dumbledore did love his candy.

"So, you wat to start or you want me to?" He leaned back farther in the chair, his boots scrapping across the table top. They left a noticable black mark. Maybe Dumbledore's office wasn't the ideal place to hold counseling sessions.

Start? Where to start? When Dumbledore propsed the counseling program at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm sure he didn't think someone like Draco Malfoy would sign up. No doubt he ment it for people with minor problems. Such as dealing with deaths or difficult teachers. Problems with boyfriends or jelous girlfriends. Not someone with Draco Malfoys problems. He was hopeless. A punker. A druggie. A gang-hanger. Peer counseling? Draco needed long-term proffesional psychotherapy. "In a lock up facility," I muttered.

"Huh?" He asked.

"Nothing. Why don't you go ahead." This should be good. "Tell me why you're here." Dumbledore suggested the line as an ice-breaker, a way to open a conversation. Although between us, there loomed an iceberg.

Draco smirked. "It keeps me off the streets."

I forved a smile back. Good reason.

He flung his feet to the floor and stead. His chair crassed into Fawks' cage behind him, leaving a dent. "Oops," He shrugged without picking up the chair, he clomped across the room towards me. "I can't talk to you clear down there." He yanked out a chair catty courner to me and looped his left leg over the back. "I'm here 'cause Dumbledork says I gotta be. I gotta do fifteen hours of counseling this term." He slid the sleeves of his school robe up an inch, and glances at his watch. "Ten minutes and counting." He grinned.

I couldn't get over how white his teeth looked against the black lipstick. Or maybe that distracted me from the earing in his eyebrow. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"What?" He frowned.

I touched his eyebrow.

"Naw, I mean, it hurt at first. Bled like crazy, I felt like William the Bloody. Why? You thinking of getting one?"

I shuddered. Not in this lifetime.

" 'Cause if you are, Wizards Tattoo is having a special. With evey body peircing you get one free tattoo."

Tattoos? Should I ask?

"Want to see mine?"

Was I masochist? I guess so. "Why not," I said.

Draco wrenched his right boot off and stuck his foot in my face. Talk about fumes. "Can you tell what it is?" he asked.

Nostils plugged, I peered closer at his ankle. There it was, a tiny tattoo. "Blood drop?" I ventured, seemed apropriate.

"No." He shoved it closer to me. "It's a ladybug. See the spots?"

Only before my eyes. I squinted. "Oh yeah. Cool."

Okay I admit it, it was sort of cool. "Did that hurt?"

"Naw. The other one did. The one on my. . .back." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I won't show you."

"Thank you."

He laughed, as he tugged his boot back on. I saw his gaze drift down to his watch again. "Sixteen minutes. This isn't so bad. You want to talk about my hair, too? 'Cause you keep staring at it."

My face seared fireball red. Eyes dropping to my sack of books, I pulled out the peer counselor folder and opened it. My hands shook. What am I doing here? I wondered. I can't do this.

Draco said, "Maybe we should start with our names? I'm Dracus Malfoy. Everybody calls me Draco, don't ask why." He drumned the table with his index fingers like a rock musician then shined those sparkling teeth at me again.

It almost made me laugh, almost. "I'm Harry Potter."

Draco stuck out his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Potter."

I flinched.

Draco leaned back in his chair. "Why don't you tell me about you frist. Then maybe I won't be so nervous."

He was nervous? My hands were about to register on the Richter Scale. "Okay. My name is Harry. Everybody calls me Harry." My eyes met his.

He shrugged.

I continued, "I'm 17 and in my seventh and final year. My favorite subjects are Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic. I live with my aunt and un..."

Draco yawned audibly. He checked his watch. "Time flies when you're havin fun." Batting his eyelashes at me, he added, "And that's about all the fun I can stand for one day." He stood.

I stumbled to my feet. As I shoved my notebook back into my bag, he flounced by me,"Hey, thanks a lot,Potter." He said into my ear, before opening the door. "I feel better already."

Wonderful, I though. I feel sick.

Sako: Ooh I think Draky Waky likes Potty Potter. 0
Draco: Wonderful! I think I'M gonna be sick!
Harry: ;
Sako: Ok give me 10 good feedbacks and I'll add the next chappy.