THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS
:::Summary::: Harry's a famous TV star, Draco is a sex god. Let's put them in the same house and see what they do. No magic.
:::DISCLAIMER::: I do not own Harry Potter he and all the other lovely characters belong to my idol the one, the only, J.K.R.
IF ONLY
At five thirty the next morning Draco flipped the covers off his pale body and climbed out of bed. He had gotten a good hour of sleep, at best, thinking of what he had heard the previous night from Harry's room. Still thinking about the words he walked over to his wardrobe.
:::"I have to stop....I have to stop doing this. I torture myself for something I want, something I can't ...He doesn't know, you never tell them. How do you expect to find love when you cannot find honesty? Honestly? Tell him, he has to know.":::
Grabbing a pair of old worn sweats and a old baseball t-shirt Draco forced the words out of his mind dressing quickly, fighting off the cold that was biting at his bare legs and chest. Grabbing a rather large novel off of his dresser he sat back on his bed and flipped it open.
Completely engrossed in the story it took Draco several seconds to notice the screaming voices coming from the lower levels of the house. The argument belonged to two voices he didn't know. One sounded female, the other a more deep male tone. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, and annoying everyone in the process. Growing tired of it Draco rose, the room spinning slightly as the blood flowed from his brain.
Throwing the novel down on the bed the blonde exited his room and walked slowly down the stairs listening to the voices for any indication of who they may have belonged to.
"Seriously Hermione, one would never know that we were married now would they! All you ever do is bitch at me, you remind me of your mother...no worse, you remind me of my mother."
"Well you aren't much better now are you George. Honestly, all I said was that we may be waking Harry and what do you do, you scream at me. I can't believe you, you horrible man."
"Well now you weren't saying that last night now were you?"
Draco reached the bottom of the stairs realizing that this was a lover's quarrel. Peeking around the corner he caught sight of the couple for the first time and almost burst out laughing. The woman was tightly drawn, beautiful but constricted. Her brown curls pulled back into a high pony-tail she looked the part of the overbearing mother. The man on the other hand was anything but tight or overbearing. His red hair fell loosely into his laughing eyes giving him the air of a child somehow stuck inside a man's body. These two people looked so mismatched you would think they were in the bargin bin at the good-will surplus store.
Their mood slowly softened as Hermione began giggling slowly loosing her drawn edge and relaxing. The tension that cut the air fell away and all that was left was a young couple, they looked madly in love.
Quickly remembering why he had made the trek down stairs in the first place Draco swifly moved into view, hardening his voice in mock anger as he addressed the people still standing in the entrance hall. "Could you please keep it down you're going to wake Harry, and possibly my mother, assuming she hasn't passed out in her car somewhere."
The woman jumped at the sound of his voice, whipping around with enough speed to give her a decent case of whiplash she took her husbands hand and replied. "Oh my god you scared the hell out of me. Who are you."
"Not wasting any time getting to the important stuff today are you love?" Asked George in a laughing tone.
"Oh hush you." She smacked him lighly. "Sorry for being rude, but again I ask the question, 'Who are you?"'
Draco grinned at them "My name is Draco, my mother and I recently moved in with Harry. Whom again I say, is still sleeping, and not to be disturbed."
"Nice to meet you Draco," said George extending his free hand in a gesture of greeting. "My name is George, this is my wife Hermione, and in an even of small worlds, we've actually come to ask to stay here for a while as well. Would that be alright."
"Yes we've had a bit of a spat with our landlord and well, he threw our belongings into the snow. If someone hadn't been perfecting his STINK BOMB recipe in our bathroom then this wouldn't have happened, but..." Draco cut her off.
"I'm sure that it wasn't anyone's fault." He said trying to ward off disaster. "And it's no skin off my nose whether you stay here or not but you'll have to ask the rest of the tenants. I'll wake Harry if you need an answer right away."
"Don't worry about it Draco." Came Harry's gruff morning swayed voice. "Thanks for waking me. I was in the middle of a good dream to." He smiled in remembrance.
:::::The moon shown brightly from above as Harry danced. He was in the arms of the blonde boy, warmed even in the winter snow, by Draco's warm breath against his neck. He smiled at the pale boy, and to his surprise the boy smiled back. It wasn't a friendly smile, or a comforting smile, as he had seen the night before, but a loving, caring, passionate smile that spoke volumes. He stared into Draco's sea blue eyes, that quivered with hidden emotion and gently pressed his lips against his partners pale ones.::::::
Snapping back into attention Harry quickly made sure he had not been lost in thought for to long, apparently he hadn't as no one was giving him confused looks so he simply spoke once more, to make it seem if he was coming out of a period of consideration. "I suppose you can stay here, there are plenty of rooms upstairs and in the left wing. Make yourselves at home." He spred his arms wide as if to officially invite them in. He was met with a quick hug from Hermione and a thankful grin from George.
"Tell you what." Came Draco's voice from behind. "Why don't you guys get settled into a room you like, and Harry and I will make breakfast." And without waiting for a reply Draco left in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Harry to his awkwark scene.
"Sounds good." Hermione replied to Draco's retreating form. "Come on babe." She said dragging George along behind her in the direction of the left wing of the house.
"Wow Harry you really picked a nice one this time didn't you. Good to know you've gotten over my brother and moved onto that gorgeous hunk of meat!" George's voice was playful but there was a touch of sincerity that Harry caught amidst the waves of laughter.
::::: "If Only.":::::
A/N: - This chapter was written in record time. Probably because I finally just sat my ass down and did it. Bear with me on the whole Hermione being married to George thing. I'm going to be introducing the most fermiliar characters throughout the chapters. I've already gotten Ron ((a brief appearance in Ch1)) and Hermione and George. Who do you want next? Thanks all for reading. Keep up the great work reviewers!!!
-LOVE-
:::Summary::: Harry's a famous TV star, Draco is a sex god. Let's put them in the same house and see what they do. No magic.
:::DISCLAIMER::: I do not own Harry Potter he and all the other lovely characters belong to my idol the one, the only, J.K.R.
IF ONLY
At five thirty the next morning Draco flipped the covers off his pale body and climbed out of bed. He had gotten a good hour of sleep, at best, thinking of what he had heard the previous night from Harry's room. Still thinking about the words he walked over to his wardrobe.
:::"I have to stop....I have to stop doing this. I torture myself for something I want, something I can't ...He doesn't know, you never tell them. How do you expect to find love when you cannot find honesty? Honestly? Tell him, he has to know.":::
Grabbing a pair of old worn sweats and a old baseball t-shirt Draco forced the words out of his mind dressing quickly, fighting off the cold that was biting at his bare legs and chest. Grabbing a rather large novel off of his dresser he sat back on his bed and flipped it open.
Completely engrossed in the story it took Draco several seconds to notice the screaming voices coming from the lower levels of the house. The argument belonged to two voices he didn't know. One sounded female, the other a more deep male tone. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, and annoying everyone in the process. Growing tired of it Draco rose, the room spinning slightly as the blood flowed from his brain.
Throwing the novel down on the bed the blonde exited his room and walked slowly down the stairs listening to the voices for any indication of who they may have belonged to.
"Seriously Hermione, one would never know that we were married now would they! All you ever do is bitch at me, you remind me of your mother...no worse, you remind me of my mother."
"Well you aren't much better now are you George. Honestly, all I said was that we may be waking Harry and what do you do, you scream at me. I can't believe you, you horrible man."
"Well now you weren't saying that last night now were you?"
Draco reached the bottom of the stairs realizing that this was a lover's quarrel. Peeking around the corner he caught sight of the couple for the first time and almost burst out laughing. The woman was tightly drawn, beautiful but constricted. Her brown curls pulled back into a high pony-tail she looked the part of the overbearing mother. The man on the other hand was anything but tight or overbearing. His red hair fell loosely into his laughing eyes giving him the air of a child somehow stuck inside a man's body. These two people looked so mismatched you would think they were in the bargin bin at the good-will surplus store.
Their mood slowly softened as Hermione began giggling slowly loosing her drawn edge and relaxing. The tension that cut the air fell away and all that was left was a young couple, they looked madly in love.
Quickly remembering why he had made the trek down stairs in the first place Draco swifly moved into view, hardening his voice in mock anger as he addressed the people still standing in the entrance hall. "Could you please keep it down you're going to wake Harry, and possibly my mother, assuming she hasn't passed out in her car somewhere."
The woman jumped at the sound of his voice, whipping around with enough speed to give her a decent case of whiplash she took her husbands hand and replied. "Oh my god you scared the hell out of me. Who are you."
"Not wasting any time getting to the important stuff today are you love?" Asked George in a laughing tone.
"Oh hush you." She smacked him lighly. "Sorry for being rude, but again I ask the question, 'Who are you?"'
Draco grinned at them "My name is Draco, my mother and I recently moved in with Harry. Whom again I say, is still sleeping, and not to be disturbed."
"Nice to meet you Draco," said George extending his free hand in a gesture of greeting. "My name is George, this is my wife Hermione, and in an even of small worlds, we've actually come to ask to stay here for a while as well. Would that be alright."
"Yes we've had a bit of a spat with our landlord and well, he threw our belongings into the snow. If someone hadn't been perfecting his STINK BOMB recipe in our bathroom then this wouldn't have happened, but..." Draco cut her off.
"I'm sure that it wasn't anyone's fault." He said trying to ward off disaster. "And it's no skin off my nose whether you stay here or not but you'll have to ask the rest of the tenants. I'll wake Harry if you need an answer right away."
"Don't worry about it Draco." Came Harry's gruff morning swayed voice. "Thanks for waking me. I was in the middle of a good dream to." He smiled in remembrance.
:::::The moon shown brightly from above as Harry danced. He was in the arms of the blonde boy, warmed even in the winter snow, by Draco's warm breath against his neck. He smiled at the pale boy, and to his surprise the boy smiled back. It wasn't a friendly smile, or a comforting smile, as he had seen the night before, but a loving, caring, passionate smile that spoke volumes. He stared into Draco's sea blue eyes, that quivered with hidden emotion and gently pressed his lips against his partners pale ones.::::::
Snapping back into attention Harry quickly made sure he had not been lost in thought for to long, apparently he hadn't as no one was giving him confused looks so he simply spoke once more, to make it seem if he was coming out of a period of consideration. "I suppose you can stay here, there are plenty of rooms upstairs and in the left wing. Make yourselves at home." He spred his arms wide as if to officially invite them in. He was met with a quick hug from Hermione and a thankful grin from George.
"Tell you what." Came Draco's voice from behind. "Why don't you guys get settled into a room you like, and Harry and I will make breakfast." And without waiting for a reply Draco left in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Harry to his awkwark scene.
"Sounds good." Hermione replied to Draco's retreating form. "Come on babe." She said dragging George along behind her in the direction of the left wing of the house.
"Wow Harry you really picked a nice one this time didn't you. Good to know you've gotten over my brother and moved onto that gorgeous hunk of meat!" George's voice was playful but there was a touch of sincerity that Harry caught amidst the waves of laughter.
::::: "If Only.":::::
A/N: - This chapter was written in record time. Probably because I finally just sat my ass down and did it. Bear with me on the whole Hermione being married to George thing. I'm going to be introducing the most fermiliar characters throughout the chapters. I've already gotten Ron ((a brief appearance in Ch1)) and Hermione and George. Who do you want next? Thanks all for reading. Keep up the great work reviewers!!!
-LOVE-