I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it. Garrison Keillor (1942 - )
Chapter One- Denial
Draco Malfoy. The strong Slytherin king, handsome, dashing and bright. The richest and most beloved, or feared, bachelor in the world. He was now reduced to a mere commoner. His father was on the run from the ministry, having used up all his money bribing people. His mother had committed suicide leaving Draco alone in the world. This was something he never thought would happen. He had a few galleons in his vault that his father hadn't been able to reach. It was just enough to rent an apartment. He would have to get a job, a thing he detested most of all. Menial tasks.
He pulled his scarf around his neck and stepped outside, into the streets of Diagon Alley. Draco had been searching all day for a job, mostly getting turned down. He had one last place to go. A joke shop called "Weasley's Wheezes" (A/N:is that what they called it?) He was very hopeful, but he had to believe that it woork out. He was a Malfoy after all, things always worked out for him. He entered the brightly coloured store.
It wasn't an elegant establishment. It smelt of exploding candies. The shelves rattled as the door closed. He was greeted by two red headed boys. He looked up to discover, to his dismay, the Weasley twins. He mentally smacked himself. Why hadn't he thought of that when he read the sign outside? They smirked at him. They loved seeing him so helpless. He looked to the twins once more. He never realised how handsome they were. He quickly shook the thought from his mind. One: He wasn't gay and two: they were WEASLEYS! A squirrel would make more sense at this moment then he did. Thinking of the Weasleys in such a way was an odd feeling for Draco. He had never thought of another guy's looks. He very quickly shhok the thought from his mind yet again.
Draco began to realise that the twins were staring at him quite profusely. It was quite un-nerving. Draco suddenly understood why so many people were afraid of his father's glare. It was intimidating. "What do you want Malfoy?" George asked, glancing at the short blond boy in front of him.'Damn he looks hot!' George knew he was gay but he hadn't told anyone yet. He had admired the blond boy for about a year now. He would never let on, he was good at lying. His mind seemed to tell him that he was too old for the boy but it never stopped his thoughts from drifting to the silver eyes of the Malfoy in front of him. George shook his head slightly and went back to reality. Fred gave his brother an all knowing smile. He didn't let on that he knew his brother's intentions with the young boy. Fred himself had had feelings for a boy younger than him, his own saviour, Harry Potter.
"I...I...need a job," Draco said, almost regretting it the moment after. The boys just smiled making Draco feel uneasy. "Sto..stop staring at me?" He said nervously, phrasing it more as a question than a statement. Fred finally broke the silence. "Here's the problem mate. You are arrogant, bull-headed and the son of our brother's best friend's father's enemy!" George finished the sentance. Draco looked even more confused now. George's heart fluttered at the blond's expression. "Anyways..." George started but Draco interrupted. 'I won't beg,' Draco had thought before he entered. "Fine," He couldn't hide the dismay in his voice. "Just kidding mate. Your hired! You'll clean up the lab and organise the shop," Fred answered. Draco looked immediately relieved but quickly tried to hide it behind his stony face.
"George'll show you where everything is," Fred said, before either could protest he left. George looked at his pupil. He would have to teach Draco everything about their shop...and maybe a little extra. George put a hand across Draco's shoulders with a tight grip. Draco tried to shake him off but found the warmth nice. Draco was led to the back room. He pushed his blond hair back and sighed. It was quite a mess and he realised he would havbe to clean it up at some point. He had never had to clean anything in his life. It all was so overwhelming. He had only arrived in Diagon Alley last week and already he was having strange feelings for a Weasley and now he was working UNDER them. They should be working under him.
"And this is the...are you listening?" George looked at the blond. He was so deep in thought. It stirred something deep inside George. He went face to face with Draco. Their noses were almost touching when George said his name."Draco," Draco suddenly snapped out of his deep thoughts to come face to face with the Weasley that held these strange new feelings. If it hadn't been dim in the room, the boys would have seen each other turn beet red.
Draco left the store more confused with these new feelings and his new situation. He entered his house, threw off his coat and scark and flopped onto his bed. 'Why did I blush when he was close to me?' Draco thought. 'You like him,' A voice in his head responded. 'I DO NOT LIKE HIM!' He screamed back in his mind. 'Denial!' was the only response he got.
"I DO NOT LIKE GEORGE WEASLEY!" Draco yelled out loud, piercing the quiet. Denial, maybe his mind was right. He shook his thought and went to write down his schedule. He found himself remembering when they were close. "ARGHHHH!" Draco yelled before shutting off his light and going to bed. Little did he know that sleep meant dreams. Dreams of George.
George watched Draco leave as he sighed. The blond was certainly growing up. George had to watch himself. If he wasn't careful he could wind up hurting Draco. He didn't even know if Draco was gay! "ARGHHHH!" George yelled as he fell onto his bed. HJE tried to drown out his thoughts but htey always came back. He finally gave up and went to bed. It was a long time before he fell into a fitful sleep. He needed Draco. He would have him. Draco would be his and his alone.