AU: When Draco moves into a new town, he expects to be miserable. What he finds is a green-eyed beauty searching for love. Can Draco show the shy boy what it is to be truly loved? It won't be easy, especially with Harry's possessive boyfriend constantly intervening. SLASH, Abuse, Angst.
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Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does not belong to me. I only do this for fun.
CHAPTER 2: Not So Brilliant Idea--------------------------------
Draco opened his blue eyes and immediately closed them again. Why was his room showered in light? What happened to his dark green curtains?
He squinted his eyes and realized with dismay that he was not in his envy green room in England. These windows did not have curtains.
Frustrated, Draco threw his silk covers off and stood angrily. When his feet made contact with the itchy, dirt colored carpet, Draco shut his eyes and took a deep breath.
Had his father not heard him when he asked that his room be decorated like it had been in London? He glanced around the room to see that his things were generally placed in the way he liked. His mahogany wood desk wasunder the window with his computer set on top.
The plush, dark green sofa was in a corner with an identical chair directly across from it. In between the two was a petite, dark wood coffee table with a green dragon painted along the top.
A small, circular mahogany table with two matching chairs was delicately placed near the door leading to a miniature balcony. The china tea set with a green dragon design was gently waiting in the center of the table.
And of course his mahogany four poster bed was draped in green silk sheets and covered with jade silk pillows. It was placed at the center of one wall in between two rounded end tables.
The walk in closet near the door was closed off with cheap iron white doors. The closet itself was tinier than Draco was used to, but his clothes seemed to fit inside nicely.
The walls were a plain, crusty white, pealing in various places, which irked Draco greatly.
He would make sure the staff painted the room an emerald green before the end of the week. The carpet would also need to be replaced with a softer, olive green.
Opening the crusty white doors leading to the closet, Draco found a light blue t-shirt and a dark blue jean jacket. After pulling on a tight pair of jean pants that showed his curves, some tennis shoes, and styling his hair so it lightly fell into his eyes, Draco went downstairs.
He found Lucius reading the paper at the long, dark wood dining table. His father glanced at him before sipping his steamy cup of coffee.
"A girl phoned for you an hour ago," His father told him in a bored tone. "It took you long enough to get your lazy arse out of bed."
"I was tired," Draco responded in an equally bored tone. He stiffly sat in one of the soft chairs before asking, "Did she leave her name?"
Lucius flipped to the next page in the newspaper. "Herminie…Hermannie? Something like that."
"Hermione," Draco corrected impatiently.
"Yes, well, whatever. The number is by the phone in the hall," Lucius said before taking another sip of coffee.
"Thank you," Draco replied and then went to the phone in the shiny white hallway.
"Hello?" Hermione answered politely. Some rock music was lightly playing in the background.
"Hello," Draco greeted. "You called about an hour ago." Now he could hear a low, off key voice singing with the music. He smirked, assuming it was Ron.
"Draco? Finally! How long do they let you sleep in England?" She giggled. "What are you doing for the day?"
Draco thought for a moment, mentally viewing his calendar. "Nothing. I'm free."
"Great!" Hermione's enthusiasm amazed him. Where did she store all of that energy? She continued, "Want to hang out at the Brookside Café with Ron, Seamus, Blaise, and me?"
"Sure. Are we meeting those two at the café again?" Draco asked. He didn't have room for five people in the convertible.
"No, they're here now. We can take my mom's van," Hermione said, as if reading his mind. "Come on over when you're ready!" She invited before hanging up.
"A girlfriend, Draco?" His father questioned behind him. Lucius leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.
"Not bloody likely," Draco coldly stated while walking towards the front door.
"Ah, yes. Boys are more your type. Found one yet?" His father teased.
With his hand on the strangely cold door knob, Draco glared at his father. "Not everyone is as horny as you. Where's your bitch. Did she leave so soon? I was just becoming familiar with her moans." Draco lifted a thin eyebrow.
Lucius quickly straightened his spine and spat, "Oh, piss off." He disappeared into the dining room and his voice rang out, "It's not my fault I like to have fun!"
Fun. Yeah, Lucius could have fun. But did he have to be so inconsiderate to his son? Sometimes his father just made him feel so unloved. He wished he were still with his mother in London.
But if he were with Narcissa, he wouldn't have met Harry.
With the hope of seeing the emerald eyed beauty again, Draco grabbed his cell phone and hurried to Hermione's log cabin.
Hermione's mother answered the door when he rang the bell. "Hi, there," She gave him a pleasant smile. "You must be Draco."
He nodded. "Nice to meet you," Draco said, shaking her hand.
"What a gentleman," Mrs. Granger said, then she called up to Hermione.
A few moments later, Hermione piled her boyfriend and the other three boys into her mom's red mini-van.
During the ride, Draco hummed along to the radio while laughing at the others' pathetic attempt to sing.
They pulled into the tiny parking lot and Draco noticed it was less crowded than yesterday. The brutal sun beat down on his back as they walked to the door.
Harry was not at the counter when they reached it. Instead, the girl coworker from yesterday was in his place to greet them.
"Hello. Is this for here or to go?" She sounded annoyed, not like Harry's warm, welcoming voice at all. Draco's stomach was aching with disappointment.
"Hey, Lavender. Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, mildly curious.
A flash of anger twisted Lavender's face. "I don't know where the heck that boy is. He didn't call to cancel his shift or anything. He just plain didn't show up." She waved her hands in frustration as she spoke. "My manager is pissed. It's not like Harry to do this."
No, Harry didn't seem the type of person to leave people hanging. Draco had a bad feeling coursing through his veins.
"If you see him," Lavender continued, "tell him to stop by."
Hermione nodded and they placed their orders. Soon they were comfortably sipping coffee and chatting at a circular table near the windows.
Seamus made a sound deep in his throat when he looked out the window. "Is that Tom's car?" He pointed to a smooth, black mustang pulling into the gravel parking lot.
"I think it is," Blaise agreed quietly.
"That's not a good sign," Ron added dumbly, playing with a straw wrapper.
"What's that bastard doing here? He's going to contaminate the place with his evil filth." Seamus spat at the window.
Draco watched as a tall, graceful man stepped out of the driver's seat. He was rather handsome with short, dark hair and broad features. He had about one hundred pounds on Harry in muscle, which made the situation seem almost hopeless.
As Tom walked into the café, Draco noticed his sharp, hazel eyes and arrogant posture. He could almost smell the importance coming off the young man in waves.
Tom stepped up to the counter and looked at his nails as he spoke to a tense Lavender. "Let me speak to your manager," He rudely demanded.
Lavender hurried into the back room and came out with a kind looking, middle-aged man.
"I'm Luke, Brookside's manager. How can I help you?" The man asked, staying safely behind the sticky counter.
Tom looked directly at the man. "Harry had an accident. He won't be able to work for the next few days," Tom looked as if he would bite the man's head off if he said anything. "He'll call you when he's available. He's very sorry to leave you hanging like this."
Luke looked surprised. "I hope he's okay. What happened to the poor boy?"
The outrage on Tom's face made Lavender step back. "Someone slipped a date rape drug into his drink at a dance club last night. He went into convulsions…seizures. He's at St. Mungo's Hospital recovering," Tom paused and cracked his knuckles. "If I EVER find out who did it, I will personally make sure they never see the sun rise again." He cracked his knuckles one last time for effect.
Draco was shocked. Someone hurt Harry? How could they do that to someone so innocent? He felt anger boil in his stomach at the thought.
Tom's voice broke into his thoughts. "I wanted to take him some of his favorite tea. Do you have any more French Vanilla tea bags?"
Draco's heart gave a little jolt and he smiled. His favorite tea was also vanilla. Tom was being surprisingly nice. Did he want something from Harry, or was it an honest show of affection?
"Sure thing," Lavender replied as she rang up the tea.
"Make sure you tell Harry we hope he gets better soon," Luke added with a smile before vanishing into the back room.
"Oh, I will," Tom answered lazily, giving him a secret smirk.
"There you go, Tom. Give Harry our best," Lavender told Tom, handing him a small bag.
"Thank you," Tom said and glared at their table on the way out to his expensive car.
Seamus leaned into the table and whispered, "I doubt it was an accident."
Blaise frowned. "What do you mean? You think Tom did it?"
"Yeah," Seamus continued. "I think Tom wanted to fuck a mindless toy for the night and the drug effected his toy the wrong way," Seamus finished and leaned back into his sticky seat.
"You don't have any proof, Seamus," Hermione scolded.
Seamus simple shrugged.
"Poor Harry," Hermione said, shaking her head and finishing her coffee.
Draco wanted to see Harry and make sure he was okay, so he suggested, "Let's go see him."
They looked at him as if had grown a second head. "Draco, Tom will be there," Hermione simply stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"So? Harry deserves some visitors other than his poncy boyfriend. I think he would be pleased to know someone else cares." Draco shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.
"I think someone else has a crush on Harry," Blaise said, chuckling.
"No, guys. I think Draco's right. Harry's got to be feeling pretty lonely. How much fun can it be having your possessive boyfriend breathing down your neck?" Seams asked, excited at the prospect of seeing Harry.
"You're both nuts," Ron stated, getting up to throw their garbage away.
"I agree," Hermione added matter-of-factly. "It's a bad idea messing with Tom Riddle."
"We're not gonna mess with Tom," Seamus explained exasperated. "We're going to visit Harry."
"Fine, but don't come crying to me when Tom attacks you for breathing Harry's air," Hermione followed Ron out to the car.
Seamus sighed and looked at Blaise. "Are you going to tell us how stupid we are, too?"
Blaise hesitated. "I don't think it's a good idea. Tom's bad news…but, I'll go with you. Someone has to protect you," Blaise smiled. "Besides, there's bound to be tons of hot nurses waiting to see my beautiful face."
They piled into the back of Hermione's van and rode along in silence. She dropped them off at the bottom of Draco's driveway saying, "Be careful. Don't do anything stupid."
They waved as she drove to her house with Ron.
"Nice house, Draco," Blaise admired.
"Thanks," Draco smiled walking to the convertible.
"Is this your car?" Seamus asked, awed.
"No, it's my father's. But he lets me drive it," Draco explained, sitting in the driver's leather seat.
They listened to the radio as Blaise told Draco the directions to the hospital. He pulled into the spacious parking lot of the huge hospital and they went through the sliding glass doors.
Inside, the walls were an endless white. Why not paint them a cheerful color, like green? No one ever said they hated the color of grass, Draco thought. Maybe he was just being biased since green was his favorite color, but white was such a hopeless color. At least it wasn't black.
"Let's get him something from the gift shop," Draco suggested, his heart furiously beating at the thought of Harry.
"Yeah!" Seamus agreed while Blaise just rolled his eyes.
The gift shop was very cramped, tightly packed with stuffed animals, coffee mugs, balloons, flowers, and other merchandise. They chose a fluffy, light brown teddy bear displaying the message, 'Get Well Soon!' across his tummy.
After buying the teddy, they asked the large woman in glasses at the information desk which room they could find Harry in.
"Friends or family?" The plump woman asked.
"We're classmates," Seamus said, giving her a charming smile.
"Alright," She returned his smile. "Room 317. Third floor."
In the elevator, Seamus expressed his hate for the cheesy classical music flowing from the speakers. "Let's sing something!" Seamus excitedly clapped his hands.
"Let's not…" Blaise looked horrified at the suggestion.
Seamus began to sing anyway, completely off key. "I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key!"
"Seamus…" Blaise warned, trying to stop him while Draco laughed.
"I rode my bicycle past your window last night," Seamus continued, ignoring Blaise. Draco joined in with Seamus, "I roller skated to your door at daylight."
"Shut up, guys," Blaise said turning pink with embarrassment and gripping the bars on the wall.
"It almost seems like you're avoiding me," Seamus sang into Blaise's face and Blaise shut his eyes tightly.
The doors opened at the third floor and an elderly lady looked at them in amusement. Blaise apologized and dragged them out of the elevator and down the corridor.
"I can't take you guys anywhere!" Blaise couldn't stop the chuckle from bubbling out, and Draco and Seamus burst into laughter.
A nurse glared at them and told them to be quiet. They found the room and Draco's pulse rose, nervous about seeing Harry again. The door was open and a Coca-Cola jingle was softly playing on the tube.
Seamus went in first, knocking on the door to announce their presence.
Harry looked up at the sound with a smile on his face. The room was void of anyone except Harry sitting on the stiff bed, sipping a mug of steaming tea. He was a little pale, but the smile on his face brought some color to his cheeks. He was hooked up to an IV and the large bed made him look even more delicate.
Draco noticed some cheap flowers in a paper cup on the table next to the bed. That was the best Tom could do?
The smile on Harry's face grew worried at the sight of them.
"Hey, Harry," Seamus greeted. "We heard what happened. How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting in a chair by the window.
Harry shrugged. "Alright," He paused. "What are you doing here?" He asked quietly.
"We wanted to see how you were and visit for a little bit," Blaise smiled and introduced Draco, "This is Draco Malfoy. He moved here from London, England. He wanted to see you."
"Hello," Draco greeted with a nervous smile. "We brought you something to get better," he handed Harry the teddy.
Harry slowly took the gift and looked at it for a few moments. His eyes suddenly became watery, but no tears escaped. He looked up at Draco, his emerald orbs breathtaking with emotion. "Thank you," he said in a whisper. "That's very nice of you guys," his smile widened as he set the teddy in his lap and cuddled it, making him look even younger. "Have a seat, Drak, Blaise," Harry said, giving Draco a cute nickname.
Draco smiled and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed while Blaise took the seat next to Seamus.
"What have you guys been up to today?" Harry asked, still smiling.
They continued their pleasant conversation for a few minutes before someone loudly walked into the room and growled, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Draco's head snapped to Tom in the doorway. The tension in the room rose with every breath, so thick even a knife couldn't cut it.
Maybe the visit wasn't such a brilliant idea after all.
End CHAPTER 2: Not So Brilliant Idea -----------------------------
The song the boys sing in the elevator is "Brand New Key" by Melanie
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