Outside Our World
By: IcyAurora8
Rating: R
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Genre: Humor/Angst/Fluff/Slash
Summary: Sent to live in the muggle world for a half year, Draco and Harry encounter what they would have never believed possible: A life where the Harry Potter series of books really exists, based on none other than their own lives. How did they not know! New friends, new relationships, comedy and embarrassment enter the lives of the two boys as they adjust to their new secret. Of the Harry/Draco slash variety.
Warning: This is SLASH! In other words, there are male/male relationships. If you don't like, please don't read!
AN: Unfortunately, I do not own anything Harry Potter.
This is the first story I have written for any type of fanfic… so hopefully it is worthy! I would like to thank the person who started a story where the Harry Potter series was real for muggles, and the Hogwarts' students were forced to live in the muggle world. It was an unfinished story, and quite a few years old, but if the person who wrote this is out there, thank you! Ever since I read those few chapters, this idea has been eating me alive! I have yet to be able to find another story that is even near similar, so I decided that I would write the story I would love to read. Thank you again!
And on the final note… this story is pre - HBP. I don't think my story would work very well otherwise.
To my reviewers! I wanted to take a moment to tell everyone thank you for taking the time to give me your thoughts! I just wanted to let you all know that I really appreciate it, and I hope you continue to keep appraising my work!
Thankyou!
Chapter 5
After Lupin left, Harry spent the next hour unpacking his trunk and exploring the flat. It didn't take him long to put the few clothes he had into the wardrobe and he left everything else he had brought with him locked in his trunk, which he put in the corner of his bedroom, out of the way. He made his way into the living area of the flat, curious about the entertainment systems. He noticed that two manuals were sitting on top of the wooden display cabinet, one to each the stereo and DVD player.
Harry decided he wanted to get started reading the manuals, figuring it would take Malfoy a while to unpack. Just to make sure, he went down the hall and knocked on the door of the other boy's room. After a few moments, the door cracked and a blond head peaked through.
"Hey Malfoy. I thought since we don't really know where anything is around here that we should go exploring this afternoon. We could maybe even check out a few places to see if they are hiring for any jobs," Harry said.
The blond-haired boy opened the door wider, and Harry could see that his room looked like a tornado had just whirled through. There were clothes strewn everywhere, even hanging off the inside doorknob.
"Um, what happened to your room?" the dark haired boy asked.
The Slytherin was mumbling under his breath. "I don't have enough room for all of my clothes in the wardrobe, so I'm going through them and picking out what to put in there."
Harry looked at the other boy, trying to hide a snicker.
"Grr, Give me thirty minutes, Potter," Draco said rather reluctantly. The blond looked rather upset, though whether it was from the wardrobe situation or the prospect of having to go out with Harry, he wasn't sure.
The Gryffindor nodded and walked back to the living area, picking up the manual as he sat down on the sofa. He started to read, trying to absorb all the information about how to run the entertainment contraptions so he would not break them. Before he knew it, the Slytherin was standing next to him, telling him he was ready to go.
Harry put the manual down and stood up, taking notice that the other boy had changed clothes. No wonder he has so many clothes, especially if he plans on changing them every six hours. He motioned for the other boy to follow him as he left the apartment and locked the door behind them.
When they got to the elevator, Harry gave Draco a hard glare. "You better not push all the buttons this time, Malfoy."
The blond-haired boy looked at Harry in surprise, then nodded, looking slightly red. It only took thirty seconds to reach the lobby this time, instead of five minutes.
Harry led the way across the lobby to the front desk, having decided to ask for a map. There was an older woman standing behind the counter this time.
"Ma'am, we just moved in today and we were wondering if you have a map of the city, so we won't get lost," Harry asked.
The woman nodded her head before pulling a drawer open and proceeding to dig through it. After a minute, she pulled out a slightly crumpled map and handed it to the boys. "I am sorry we don't have a new one, this one is only a couple of years old, so not many things should have changed. I hope this helps," she said with a smiled.
The dark haired boy smiled right back. "Thanks, I'm sure that this will work just fine. Let's go Dra… I mean Davin."
Harry jogged towards the front door, Draco trying to quickly catch up. Once they got outside, Draco grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to a stop.
"Potter," he whispered harshly, "You better be careful. You know you can't call me Draco. It's Davin. And you are Jeremie. Remember that!" By the time he had gotten to the end of the speech, he was almost shouting.
Harry laughed, rather surprised by the sudden outburst. The other boy had been pretty quiet the last few hours, so Harry was quite happy that he seemed to be turning back into the Malfoy he knew. He knew how to deal with that person better than the quiet one.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Harry chuckled again. He unfolded the map he held, looking for the street that their building was on. He noticed that someone had circled their block on the map in red ink, making it quite a bit easier to pick out among the other lines and words. Harry noticed a few other things on the map were also circled, such as the Parkton Mall, which looked to be about four blocks away, to the east of the school.
"Hey, lets head over to the mall…Davin. We can look around and see if any shops are hiring, maybe even stop into a few stores," Harry said.
Draco's eyes seemed to light up at that idea, which worried the other boy somewhat. Harry wasn't sure he wanted to be stuck in a mall with Draco Malfoy; he had enough trouble shopping by himself.
The dark haired boy folded the map and stuck it in his pocket. He started to walk down the street in the direction (at least he hoped) of the mall. Draco followed behind, and about ten minutes later the two boys could see the massive building looming in front of them.
Harry was stunned. He had never been shopping in any place like this before. The closest experience he had ever had that even slightly resembled a mall of any sort was Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Those places were both dwarfed by the Parkton Mall. Heck, both places could probably fit inside the Parkton Mall. The building was bright yellow and looked like a huge canary lying on its side. There were trees and shrubs strategically arranged around the outside, successfully making it look like a big park (with a dead canary, of course).
Even Draco was awed, even though he was used to the best of everything. Draco had been a lot of places, but never a mall this size. When it came to shopping, his family tended to have tailors come to their Manor to do fittings, rather than going to the shop itself. It helped them to avoid the lower classes when they could, or so his father had said.
The boys eventually stopped gaping long enough to realize that they were standing in the middle of a parking lot, cars speeding all around them.
Before they knew it, a car was coming straight towards them and Harry had to pull the other boy out of the way so he wouldn't get hit by the speeding vehicle.
Draco snorted, swearing under his breath. "Crazy Americans. Damn their driving."
Harry nodded his head in agreement. It made him glad he didn't have to learn how to drive a car in the city, he would probably kill himself over something incredibly stupid. He could see it now: Boy Who Vanquished Dark Lord dies in Freak Car Accident Involving a Stop Sign and a Coke Machine."
"Let's go, I want to have time to look for a job if I can," Harry told Draco.
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The two boys spent about an hour walking through the mall, only having seen about one third of the shops, even though they had yet to enter any of them (Draco was quite upset about that part of it.) The place was absolutely huge, with five floors and over two hundred and fifty different stores. Draco looked like a little kid in a candy shop and Harry noticed that his eyes had completely glazed over.
As the two looked around, Harry noticed how out of place that they looked and felt a little disconcerted. Even though they were dressed in nice casual clothes, everyone around their age in the mall seemed to be wearing something different, from tight t-shirts and jeans to clothes that hung off the person's form. There were clothes that were ripped, netted, stylish, ugly, silky, leather, and in every color. The Gryffindor spontaneously decided right then and there that he wanted to get an entirely new wardrobe. He had the money, especially with two estates to his name now, and he had never really treated himself to anything like this before. He decided that for once in his life, he would spend some money on himself. Why the heck not, he thought. I'm in America!
Before Draco realized what was going on, he was being yanked by the arm across the enormous hallway towards a store called 'Black Lion.' There was loud music coming from inside the shop and there seemed to be clothes of every type. Luckily for the two boys, it wasn't that busy and a rather nice looking girl stood behind the counter.
"Hey, welcome to the Black Lion. My name is Jess. Can I help you?" she asked. She was a short girl, with pink and blue hair to her ears, blue eyes, and a face that shouted 'Tinkerbell.'
"Hey, I'm Har.. Jeremie," Harry sputtered, almost forgetting his new name. Draco, who was standing next to him, just rolled his eyes. "This is Davin. I am looking to replace all of my old clothes. Can you help me with that?"
The girl appraised both boys up and down, taking in all of their features. "You are British I take it?" she asked.
Harry nodded.
"I love the accent." She smiled. "Well, what styles do you like?"
"Um… I am not really sure. Up until this past summer, I really didn't have much time for clothes and stuff. I am open to a lot of things, just no pants with the behind cut out." Harry grinned when Draco choked.
"Alright, you can look around. It's not busy so I will pull a few things to get you started. Ooo, I have some great ideas! Davin, do you want to help me?" Jess asked excitedly. She loved helping pick out clothes for people, hence why she was working in the Black Lion.
"Sure, I suppose I could, as long as Jeremie doesn't object." Draco said.
Harry just waved his hand distractedly at the two and walked off to look at a pair of red leather pants, just for curiosity of course. Harry was rather excited about the shopping spree, even though Draco was going to help pick out his clothes.
It only took about ten minutes for Jess and Draco to pick out about fifty different outfits. Draco shoved Harry into the dressing room, smirk set firmly on his face. "Have fun," the blond-haired boy said.
Harry thought that the Slytherin seemed to be enjoying this a little too much.
It took Harry over an hour to try on all of the outfits, especially since some of the pants were extremely hard to get on, though they looked good in the end. There were quite a few outfits that had Jess wolf-whistling for him, and even Draco occasionally nodded his head in appreciation. There was only a handful of items that Harry either disliked how they fit or completely nixed the idea altogether (they had given him a pair of those arse-less pants to try on, despite his protests. They had left Draco blushing and Harry had refused to turn around). When he was finally dressed in his own clothes again, he had to have Draco, who protested quite a bit, help him carry all of the new clothes to the checkout counter.
Jess and the two boys chatted while she checked the items out. Harry used his credit card to pay (he was rather liking the idea behind the plastic card) and grabbed his seven bags of clothes. He was walked out of the store with about $750.00 American dollars less, but he had gotten about 7 new pairs of pants (including the red leather pair), 13 shirts, 2 jackets, 4 pairs of shoes, socks, undergarments and a really interesting studded choker. Even Draco seemed impressed by the new items, and they both knew how picky he was with his clothes. They had been in the United States for less than twelve hours, and the American Muggle styles seemed to already be growing on the blond-haired boy.
The boys promised to come back to visit Jess, especially since she was only a year older than they were and was rather easy to talk to. As they were walking through the mall once again, Harry decided that he was hungry and wanted to stop to get something to eat. The two boys stopped at a little shop called A & W to eat cheese fries and a soda each.
While Harry was finishing his fries, he noticed that Draco was fiddling with a piece of paper. "Hey, what's that?" he asked.
"Oh, it's a flyer for a show, at a local club. Jess was telling me about it while you were changing. I guess there will be bands playing there. She said we should come. It's next weekend."
Harry nodded, thinking it might be rather fun, especially if Jess was going to be there. "Alright, I suppose we could go." The Gryffindor took a sip of his soda before asking, "So, what do you think of it here so far?"
"Well, I guess it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, Jess was rather nice. But it is rather annoying that I can't use 'you-know-what' for anything. Everything takes a lot longer." Draco sighed, feeling somewhat frustrated about not being able to use magic, but it was not as bad as it had been earlier before their shopping excursion. Just seeing someone spending money had helped him to vent. Potter looks much better in his new wardrobe too, he thought.
"Yeah, I agree, but you will get used to it. I always lived without magic during the summers. Completely without magic…." Harry said the last part quietly, not wanting to discuss the real reason he said it. Only his close friends knew about how the Dursley's had treated Harry like a slave, and he didn't feel like opening up that door of his life to the Slytherin right then. Wait, why am I thinking about sharing my personal life with him anyway?
While Harry was finishing his drink, Draco sat twiddling his thumbs. "So, how are you going to pay for all of those clothes?" he asked.
Harry smiled. "Well, I do have two inheritances. Plus I never spend any money, so it just sits there. I've got to do something with it sooner or later."
Draco seemed a little shocked, but just nodded his head. "Oh… well why did you always wear those horrible clothes then?"
"They were hand-me-downs from my cousin, who was always a bit overweight. Okay, I take that back; he was as fat as a cow. They were wearable though, so why throw them away? Besides, it's not like I needed any more attention than I was already getting." Harry sounded a tad bitter when he said the last part, so Draco decided to let the subject drop for the time being, a definite change from the Malfoy he had been before. A couple of years ago the Slytherin would have goaded the Gryffindor until a physical fight broke out. He just didn't feel like making the effort today though, it had been stressful enough as it was.
The blond-haired boy stretched and stood up. "I guess we better get going, it's starting to get dark and I really won't know where I'm going if we don't get back soon."
Harry was surprised, mostly for the fact that Draco had just admitted that he not only didn't know everything, but also that he was looking out for the both of them.
Harry started to pick up his shopping bags, surprised once more when Draco offered to help him by carrying a few. Soon, both boys were carrying the bags back to their flat.
"Hey…Davin. Stop for a minute. This place has a sign that says they are hiring." Harry informed Draco.
The boys had stopped in front of a small coffee shop named 'Café Dot Net,' less than two blocks from their flat. Harry handed his bags to Draco, who grunted in protest. He then ran into the shop and got two applications for them to fill out the next day. It seemed like a rather nice place, and the guy working behind the counter was friendly. Harry wouldn't mind working in a laid back atmosphere like this coffee shop, especially with the televisions and sofas everywhere.
Harry and Draco made it back to the apartment not long after stopping to get the applications, and Harry let Draco unlock the door this time (he was intrigued by the whole door locking mechanism, even though he hated to admit it). The dark haired boy took all of the shopping bags to his room and placed them in the corner, out of the way. He figured he could go through them later, he just wanted to relax right now.
When Harry arrived back in the living area, he noticed that Draco was holding the remote control to the television in his hand, staring at it with a bewildered look. "You know, if you want to wait a minute while I warm up some food, I'll teach you how to use that."
Draco looked up suddenly, surprised that Harry had been watching him. "Oh, okay." He looked at Harry for a moment before adding a quiet "Thanks."
The Gryffindor hid a slight smile about the uncomfortable Slytherin and turned to the kitchen. He decided to warm up a can of soup for each of them, and it was only a few minutes before he brought Draco's and his own bowl out and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"It's not gourmet, but it's food. Chicken Noodle."
Draco thanked him once again for the bowl, before returning to his staring.
Harry started to eat his soup while watching the other boy. "Push the green button at the top," he said.
Draco was startled for a moment at the instructions, before pushing the small button in the corner. The television flashed on, scaring him even more. "What the hell is that? Whoa! How do they get moving pictures in that box?"
Harry just laughed as he started to explain how televisions work.
"So wait, I have more than one thing to choose from when I want to watch something?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, and changed the channel with the remote control. Draco was definitely impressed that muggles could think of something as spectacular as a moving picture box, especially without magic.
The boys spent the next two hours sitting on the sofa channel surfing, watching various programs and cartoons until it was after midnight. Both boys were having a hard time staying awake at that point and decided to go to bed. They had, after all, endured a very long day.
As Harry was settling down in his new bed, his mind wandered to the Slytherin. Right before he drifted off to sleep, it finally clicked in his mind that he and Draco had not fought at all that day. Even though the two boys seemed to be able to get along, he still decided that he didn't want to spend all of his time around the git (though he had been rather non-git-like the past twenty-four hours). He was still surprised that the other boy seemed to be making an effort, and he had even thanked him a couple of times. Harry fell asleep, dreaming about life size Tinkerbells, arse-less pants, and Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy did much of the same, except in his dream he was laughing and joking with a Harry Potter who was wearing a brown paper bag over his head. He just couldn't seem to admit to himself that he had just had an enjoyable afternoon in the company of his school rival, at least not yet.
Alrighty… another chapter down. Thanks again for all the reviews, one of these days I'm going to try to thank everyone individually! As per chapter, lots of thanks go out for my wonderful betas, Raven and Michelle! I love you guys J
As for next chapter, it will be a few weeks because finals are only a hop, skip and a jump away, so I'm studying like crazy!
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