A/N: Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it! Read and review if you will, and I'm very happy to know that some of my reviewers exist, so tell me or not and just review.
Note: Bare with me...I know it starts off kinda slow and reads somewhat like a child's book but it will progres...-trust me-
Remake me: Chapter Two
"Potter, are you sure you're feeling alright, why are you being." Draco raised an eyebrow toward the food, "civil." Harry's smile wavered slightly but then brightened a fraction of a second later.
"Civil, Malfoy, you couldn't come up with a better word," his voice was cheery and playful, making the taunt useless because of his smiling face. "I'm perfectly fine, thanks for asking. As for the food, you heard me tell Vernon I'd take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm pretty sure you're use to people doing everything for you and that's my job for this summer." Harry's smile seemed to lighten the depressing room and Draco shook his head at him.
"But why?" He asked, reaching for a fork after his stomach clenched slightly from hunger.
"Just because. I know you hate me and I'm not too crazy about you but that's ok. It seems like forever since I've seen another person even though it hasn't been but a couple of weeks."
"But what about your Uncle, Aunt and that fat kid?" Draco interrupted. Harry chuckled at that, a muse look on his face as he watched Draco cut his pancakes into perfect little triangles.
"Those aren't people, besides, by making you a little comfortable here there's less trouble to be had. So," he stood, clapping his hands together, large eyes looking to Draco expectantly, "what do you want to do today?" Draco raised an eyebrow, chewing his food slowly and precisely.
"What is there to do in the Muggle World?" Draco asked, speaking after swallowing his food.
"Not much.have you ever been to a movie?" Harry asked, looking ponderous for a moment. The blonde shook his head, directing his attention toward the food on his lap but listening. "Ok, we can do that! It'll be so much fun! But we're going to have to leave soon because the movie might be long."
"What's a movie?" cut in Draco.
"You'll see," Harry snickered, almost evilly, "well, hurry up and finish so we can go. I'm not supposed to be dressed like this or go out of the house while they're away but they won't know the difference. That lady left you some clothing in your trunk for school, it's over there." Harry pointed, "Do you want to take a shower?" he sounded extremely eager and excited, making Draco pause in his meal.
"What did you have for breakfast?"
"Nothing, I don't eat breakfast."
"You ate at Hogwarts."
"But not here," Harry smiled and walked out of the room, "Come on, Malfoy, put something on and meet me down stairs," he called over his shoulder. Draco stared after him even though the boy had already gone down the steps.
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20 minutes later...
Draco came down the steps, sliding back his gelled hair, which was held in a nice ponytail. He walked silently in the living room where he spotted Harry, bending over and wiping up what looked like blood, a forlorn look on his face. That's when he got a good eyeful of Harry's perfect, muscular behind, just begging to be touched. The blonde couldn't help but gasp at the sight, making Harry turn to him sharply. The tissue in his hand was quickly crumbed then tossed in the bin beside him. The Gryfindor smiled brightly at him, eyes running blatantly up and down his body. His silver vest and black, long sleeved shirt hugged him nicely, black pants sporting a silver belt and his black shoes smiling slightly at the silver buckle, saying 'cha-ching'.
"Well, you look good, Malfoy, I'll have to admit," Harry smirked, licking red, full lips.
"Is it hot here?" Malfoy asked curiously, trying to change the subject.
"No, it's kinda chilly, the weather's been funny all summer, so far," Harry smiled, walking up to the Slytherin and looking up at him with large green eyes, "Ready?" Draco's mouth felt dry and his pants were getting a little hot. Harry's body heat seemed to radiate off of him in waves, him being but a foot away from his own body. The blonde did nothing but nod dumbly. "Great, let's go than."
"To this movie thing, right?" Harry nodded as he walked out of the house, holding it open for Draco who smirked at him, and then he closed it and locked it behind him with the key the Dursleys left under the matt.
"You're gonna like this." Harry smiled brightly, leading the way. Draco raised an eyebrow at his back, was the boy going to be ok?
"Harry?" Draco asked, walking beside the boy as they walked down the street.
"You know what I noticed? You called me Harry." He smirked at the blonde. Draco nodded, waving a hand in absence of the subject and pushing down a light blush.
"How did you heal so fast?" He asked, not commenting to Harry about what he said, looking to the raven-haired boy. The sun gleamed on him, his pale skin and dark hair a contrast to the lightened but gray day, the sun peeking over the shadows, it seemed, just to get a glimpse of him. Harry looked from him to the sky, looking up slightly, hands folded to his back.
"Do you think it's going to rain?" Harry mumbled to the sky, though he was speaking to Draco in particular. Draco dropped the subject for now, he could always ask the boy later.
"Maybe." He, like Harry, looked to the sky. They walked a few blocks in silence before the large Theatre greeted them. Draco stared; mouth- hanging open in a very amusing way, Harry made sure the Slytherin took this into consideration.
"Malfoy, I wouldn't drool if I were you, just think about all the things I could tell Hermoine." Harry chuckled, leading the way to the doors.
I hope you liked it and here are the answers to some of your questions:
1) Harry was buttering toast for Draco just because he needed something to do, have you ever done that before? Just needed something to do?
2) The end of the flashback happens at the very end of the fic, sorry but all the good stuff happens in the past. I did say that there was abuse in this fic, which is one of the reason's it is rated R, but I'll try to tone it down.
3) He's a Malfoy, of course he gets out of school training but as a Malfoy he is to be the best and not getting good marks is a very un-Malofy like thing to do, in my story away To all my reviewers I thank you very much and I try my best to answer any questions you have so ask if you want to, Review me please and I'll give you another chapter so do so! Thanks to my reviewers again!