A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I know that some people are reading this even though they don't review much. I don't mind, I love to write with or without recognition. SO I still have a few problems with the title, but if I keep going I might not ever change it. So help me please! What do you think about a dark harry?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due.
Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because i don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story And also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.
Summary: Harry Potter wakes to find himself different, Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance. The two boys find themselves stuck at Hogwarts over the summer between their sixth and seventh year. DM/HP, HG/VK
Oh everyone say thanks to my wonderful beta, he really helped me out with the chapter. It's so much better now! Satyr-oh! You rock!
Here you go another chapter. I'm not sure how often I will update, chapter four is almost written.
Oh, I re-beta'd this chapter, I'm going to get to the others soon too. Everyone say thanks to my other beta whom i can't think of her name right now... sorry.
Chapter 3
"Harry? Harry, how'd it go?" Ron asked, his voice slightly apprehensive. Harry had just walked out of the test area, his expression that of nothingness.
"Hey Ron." He said, still betraying nothing of his thoughts. Ron paled.
"What? Did you fail?" red was slowly creeping to the tops of his ears. Harry smiled, unable to keep up the charade.
"I passed!" Ron jumped with excitement.
"Where do you want to go first? Diagon Alley?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, let's just go tell mum and we'll apperate over there." Ron tugged on his arm, as he rushed over to his mother, not able to control his excitement.
"Mum! We passed! May we go to Diagon Alley?" Mrs. Weasley beamed with pride before she answered sternly.
"I know that you are excited and want to celebrate but we have to go home first. I can't have you two running around Diagon Alley without some supervision." She nodded her head and walked over to the apparation site, where they could leave. Just as Harry started to follow, a voice called out to him.
"Harry?" Ron paused, disbelief on his face. Hermione was smiling and waiting for answer.
"Harry, I'm sorry for how I acted with you," she looked distastefully at Ron before she continued, "I realized that you might not have been informed about why I can't stomach to be around certain people." Harry only nodded his head, not knowing where the riff between Ron and her had started.
"You don't need to tell him anything. I'm going to tonight." Ron said slightly panicked. He frantically tried to push Harry away, but Hermione smiled nastily and spoke again.
"Ron's gay." She said this as if Harry would immediately jump to her aid and glare at Ron. Ron's shoulders slumped, his face turned down.
"Ms. Granger! How despicable of you? How could you say such a thing? That's why the two of you have been fighting? Because Ron's gay, I thought you have more sense then that" Mrs. Weasley said in a huff. She glared angrily at Hermione.
Harry only started to laugh, causing the group of frantically studying teenagers to stop and glare at his disruption.
"That's why you're pissed at him?" Harry asked laughter just under the surface.
"He is a disgusting person who will surely go to hell. Two men together are just not natural." She said, her voice rising with anger.
"Hey Ron, how would you like a friend with you in Hell?" Harry asked, smiling. "I'm gay too." Hermione's mouth opened in shock.
"What? The both of you, are you a couple too?" Harry looked Ron over with a critical eye Ron did the same thing.
"Nah, he's not my type." Harry said, "Besides, you're my brother right Ron?" Ron nodded his head vigorously.
"Good, now that we have that settled, we need to be heading home dears." Mrs. Weasley said as she pulled the two along, ignoring the bushy haired girl.
She smiled at them, her motherly pride showing.
"Now, remember we are going straight home, to the living room, understand?" the two boy's nodded their heads, grins on their faces.
"Let's go then." With that a loud CRACK sounded as she disappeared, Ron and Harry looked at each other before apperating after her. Harry felt the strangeness of being weightless before he was back to normal and looking at seven Weasley's. They cheered as Ron and Harry appeared.
"Good job there little brother." Charlie said as he patted Ron and Harry on the back.
"Can we go to Diagon Alley now?" Ron asked, almost whining at his mother.
"Well…" she still looked uncertain.
"Don't worry mum, I'll go with them." Charlie said.
"Yeah, I'll go too." Bill smiled at Mrs. Weasley.
"We'll go too!" Fred and George said.
"What about me? I want to go too." Ginny said with a pout. Bill put an arm around her, smiling.
"I'll Floo with her, don't worry mum." Mrs. Weasley smiled at her children; though they fought constantly they still stuck up for each other.
"All right, but I want you all back for dinner." She turned and headed out toward the kitchen. already planning the celebration feast for Ron and Harry.
"Okay, well Ginny shall we?" Bill held out his arm to Ginny, "We'll meet you at Gringotts, ya?" Bill said to Charlie. Charlie nodded his head.
"Hey, you lot. Let's go before the crowds get too heavy." Charlie said, motioning everyone together.
"Let's go then." Fred said impatiently. With that the five men apperated to Diagon Alley.
Draco Malfoy walked calmly through Gringotts; this was the first time he had been out of the house since his change. He could feel the stares on him, surrounding him, glaring at him. He held his head high, his pointed chin sticking out. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's did not show any emotion. He would not give them any satisfaction to know that he was bothered by their angry stares. He knew that the people staring at him were angry that his father had gotten out of Azkaban alive.
Lucius was at his side, his cane hitting the floor with angry thuds. The older man did not show any emotion to the people, he was a Malfoy through and through, and Draco wished that he could show that kind of calm.
"Father, why are we here anyway? I know that you have enough gold in your pocket to feed the entire populace of Hogwarts for a year." Draco asked, his voice low. Lucius glanced at his son before he spoke.
"I have some business to take care of. Your mother" he spat out the word "has decided that she would like more money in her allowance." Draco nodded, that sounded reasonable enough. His mother was always trying to get more gold out of his father. The woman had only one passion in her life, shopping. Merlin forbid she get a job on her own that would take time out of her busy schedule.
"Mr. Malfoy. How may I help you?" the goblin said a sneer on his wrinkly face.
"Yes, I would like to talk with Jonathan Zabini." Draco knew that he was one of the only wizard employees in Gringotts. His father and Jonathan had been friends for some time now; they always went to him when they had business in Gringotts. The goblin looked only slightly annoyed now, he nodded his head and pressed a long finger to a dial.
"Mr. Zabini, you have a visitor." There was a slight pause then a deep male voice sounded out.
"Who? I don't have much time right now." Draco could hear the rustle of papers.
"A Mr. Malfoy." The goblin glared at said person, obviously not liking to talk to Mr. Zabini.
"Oh? Really, well bring him in. Hurry." A loud click echoed in the hallway, a large mahogany door opened.
"Right through there, sirs." The goblin waved his hands.
"Right then, lets go Draco." Lucius said as he walked toward the door.
"Father?" Lucius turned, "Do you need me for this?" Draco kept his voice soft, not wanting anyone to hear him.
"No, I don't suppose I do." Lucius said with a smile.
"Good, then I think I will head over to the Quidditch Supply Store. If you don't mind that is." Draco pleaded silently. Lucius looked him over, his eyes scanning the people about the room before he replied.
"I would love to let you go on alone, but with your new… abilities… I don't know if that is such a good idea." Draco winced; he knew that his father was thinking about his new Veela powers. All ready he had unwillingly released his pheromones on a maid in the manor, one of the only humans, so that she went mad trying to please him, trying to be with him. Lucius had been forced to fire and send the woman on her way.
"Father, you won't be long right? I just want to buy a few things for my broom. Please?" the last word was said in a whisper, Malfoy's did not say please and they did not beg. Lucius looked him over once again before nodding his head in agreement.
"Go on ahead. I won't be that long. Stay near the Quidditch store." With that the blond haired entered the large doors, leaving his son standing in the middle of Gringotts, a large smile on his face. Wiping the emotions off his face he left the bank, heading toward the Quidditch store.
"Mr. Malfoy, how are you?" the storeowner rushed to his side. Draco nodded his head but said nothing, too intent on the new Goldstar 4000 that stood on display.
"Ah, yes that is the absolute best broom on the market today. Only about ten in the world, they're not going to be making any more too. Very rare." The storeowner smiled, noticing the look of lust on the young Malfoy's rather magnificent face. A weird feeling began to spread in his belly, moving downward… the storeowner blushed and decided that he needed to leave. Draco only glanced at the man before returning to gaze at the new broom.
It was beautiful, long and sleek with perfectly straight bristles at the end. He needed this broom; his Nimbus 2001 was still in good condition, but this... this was even better then Potter's Firebolt.
"Where to next?" Ron said as the group left Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Harry had bought a few new robes, his old much too small for him. Ginny grinned at him; he had bought her a new dress robe too. Ron had refused, though Harry could see him eyeing the dress robe in Ginny's hands jealously.
They had left Bill to find Fleur, Charlie had run off to the bank for a minute and Fred and George were checking up at their new store located next to the Quidditch shop.
"We've got to wait for Charlie, he'll go ballistic if we don't." the three headed over to a large bench to wait for the second eldest Weasley. Soon the talk between the three headed toward the ex-member of the Golden Trio.
"I just don't understand how could she think that way?" Ron asked for the thousandth time. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked to Harry. Harry sighed.
"Ron, she is muggle-born. Muggles don't feel the same about same-sex couples as we do. My relatives are always complaining about anyone who looks remotely like they could be gay." Harry said.
"But same-sex couples are common in wizards, as long as we create heirs and the like we can be with whomever we please. Charlie's gay, he told me about some friends of his who had a kid recently, they were both guys, the one guy just took a few potions and puff, a baby appeared a few months later." Ron said excitedly.
"I highly doubt it was "puff" there's a baby!" Ginny said.
"Well, anyway I never thought Hermione would have a problem with it. She always has been so understanding of everything else. When I told her I thought she might be a little bit upset but never like this." Ron's voice held a note of sadness.
"Yeah, I always thought you two would end up together." Harry could remember all the fights Ron and Hermione had shared, all the tension between the two.
"I think she did too, that might be part of the problem." Ginny said
"Hey, guys what's got you all upset?" Charlie said as he walked up behind them, a bag of gold dangling from his wrist. Ginny looked up, a smile on her face.
"Nothing, just Hermione." Ron scowled.
"Oh, her. Well I say fuck her. If she can't accept us for who we are we don't need her." Charlie said, his voice and eyes hard. Harry looked up.
"Yeah, if she can't get over who we choose to love, then who needs her?" Charlie's mouth dropped open.
"Are you gay?" he asked.
"I thought you knew that," was all Harry said.
"Hey, guys as touching as this is lets go, people are starting to stare." She was right, there were a few people stopping to stare at the Boy-Who-Lived and the Weasleys.
As they stepped into the Quidditch Supply shop Harry's eyes automatically went to the newest broom. The Goldstar. This was a broom that he wanted, but he could never give up his Firebolt. Sirius had given him that. His mind clouding with the images of his lost godfather, he did not notice the other boy whose attention was focused solely on the broom.
Ron, Ginny and Charlie had all went to the back of the store. Charlie wanted to buy a new broom, but he could only afford the older versions.
"Wow, it's even better then the Firebolt." Harry said aloud not expecting a response.
"I wish my father would let me have one." Harry quickly looked to his left, there stood Draco Malfoy. His school enemy, the boy that created such havoc in his school life. The boy's pointed face was still looking toward the broom, unaware it seemed that his enemy stood only a few inches away. Harry jumped back, not wanting to get too close to the blond.
"Malfoy?" Malfoy's eyes shot to Harry's. The boy paled considerably. A peculiar expression crossed his face, a mixture of loathing and pleasure.
"Potter." Funny, Harry had never heard his name spoken in such a way. Malfoy looked so utterly confused along with that peculiar expression.
"Daddy finally got out of jail?" Harry said, letting just a hint of anger in his voice. This was the son of the man who had been a part of Sirius' death.
"I… I…. well…" Harry had never seen the blond boy so flustered, or at a loss of words before. Words simply seemed unable to come out of the boy's mouth.
"Harry? What's this ferret face doing?" Ron asked, as the three siblings walked up. A long broom held in the hands of Charlie.
"Oh, hi Draco." Ginny said in a soft voice. All four men turned to her, Ron and Harry astonished, Charlie grinned while Malfoy looked slightly annoyed.
"Ginny." Malfoy said with a slight nod in her direction.
"Why the fuck are you talking to my sister?" Ron's ears were beet red, along with the rest of his face.
"That Weasel is something you need to ask her." Draco sneered at Ron, gaining his ability to speak once again. He glared at Harry before sweeping out of the store. As he passed Ginny Harry saw a bit of parchment being slipped into her pocket.
After he was gone the foursome looked around, Ron tried unsuccessfully to get Ginny to talk but she kept her mouth shut not saying a word and glaring menacingly at Charlie who laughed with glee every few minutes.
Draco left the store as fast as his legs could take him. He needed to get away from that sweet smell; he needed to find his father. He stopped as he saw the white blond hair of his father walking through the crowds his cane hitting the stone floor with loud thuds.
"Father!" he called out, before his years of manners forced him to retreat back to his emotionless state in public. Lucius walked more quickly a frown marring his features.
"Draco, what happened?" His father obviously thought Draco had lost control of his powers. Draco sneered, reveling just how upset he was over his news.
"I found him, sir."
"Who?" Lucius said already knowing the answer. Draco only looked up at him, his eyes pleading for something that Lucius could not provide. He looked up to see a gang of Weasley's and a young Mr. Potter walk out of the store. He felt his stomach drop.
"Surely it's not one of the Weasley's? Is it?" Draco shook his head.
"Potter?" but already Lucius was planning a way to get Potter and his son together.
"Yes." Draco said his eyes downcast, but Lucius could see his son's flaring nostrils. The part Veela was trying to continue smelling his mate, Harry Potter.
TBC