AN/ Hi this is the first HP fanfic I've ever tried to write and its only a teaser so far, so please tell me if I should continue. Umm if it does continue I just want you to know that it WILL BE SLASH…..just so you know. It'll be HP/DM a'corse and Oh Harry potter is sooo not mine Any way Read and Review!
Sanie
The hustle of London was loud and stifling, people bumbled along the sidewalks, each determined to reach their destination before anyone else. Yet none able to reach anything above a slow shuffle. One such person caught in this shuffle, dressed immaculately and with a look of disdain etched into his aristocratic face, was a silver haired young man.
Muttering softly to himself and feeling absolutely filthy whenever one of the people in the crowed happened to touch him, he slowly pushed his way through the crowd, just as determined to reach his destination before any of these damn muggles did.
Harry Potter was bored, cold, hungry and in pain all at the same time. He was bored because he was yet again locked in the damn cupboard under the stairs yet again, he didn't know why, exactly, he had been locked in to the cupboard under the stairs but he suspected it was because of that important business dinner Dudley had been complaining about earlier that day. He was cold because outside was roughly 40c and Aunt Petunia had the air-con up on full. It was like an igloo inside the cupboard because the air-conditioning unit was right next-door, he was hungry because he hadn't been allowed food for the past two day and he was in pain because yet again the two male Dursleys' had found it amusing to use Harry as a Punch bag.
Yep it was official! Harry Potter's life sucked! At this point even Malfoy would be a welcomed reprieve in the monotony his life had become.
Harry sighed and gnawed on one of his very abused fingers, the cupboard that had once pass for Harry's bedroom was very cramped and very full of random junk that the Dursley's hadn't been able to find a home for. Harry couldn't help but marvel that, not so long ago (around five years to be precise) he had been able to stretch out completely in the small space, he hardly imagine being that small, not that he was big by any stretch of the imagination. Still he had been bloody small in his youth.
Sighing once more, he rested his head against the wall, hoping that sleep would come fast and be merciful, but he knew that that was probably wishful thinking.
Draco stepped into the office building, looking some-what worse for wear, his pristine silvery blond hair was no longer slicked back, but falling beside his face in strands and his clothes were slightly rumpled, still he knew he looked damn good, if judging by the glanced many of the females that passed were anything to go by.
Biting back and irritated sigh, he tried to recall his mother's instructions.
"Now Draco, as your father is," Narssisa Malfoy had paused, her icy eyes darting around for any suspicious looking people, Draco couldn't understand why though, they had yet to leave the manor. Honestly. "Mother we're not being listened to." Draco interrupted before she could continue. Narssisa shook her head, "Walls have ears dear. Anyway, as I was saying," she glared at him, " now that your father is You-know-where," (Meaning Azkaban, thought Draco, with mild disgust) " I thought it appropriate that you take over his business ventures in the Muggle world and I'll see if we can't sort out our frozen account at Gringotts."
Draco looked at his mother in shock, "What do you mean 'Business ventures in the Muggle world' mother? Father would Never turn to…" The look on his mothers face was enough to tell Draco that Yes; his Father did indeed dabble in the Muggle World.
Draco sighed, there had been no point in asking why, he'd already known, his Father invested in the Muggle World for this exact reason, or at least something close to it, Insurance, that's what it was, the investments had been for in case his father hadn't been able to touch his Gringotts account.
Draco had listened to his mother explain that he would need attend a meeting at a Muggle bank in the centre of London and then he had to go to a business dinner at one of his lesser employees from a lesser company's, house on Tuesday night at exactly 7:30pm to discuss expansion or some such nonsense. He didn't want to go, and didn't really see why he should, except his father had planned it ages ago and his pride as a Malfoy wouldn't allow him to back out.
So here he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, across from a very ugly muggle trying to explain why Malfor senior wasn't there and what had happened to him.
It was then he realised that he was terrible at apparating and beside that, he had no idea where Surrey even is!
"Sirius!" Harry awoke, his breath coming in small gasps, rivulets of sweat ran down his face, he could still see his Godfathers face as he fell through the Veil, Could still hear Bellatrix Lastrange's cackle, could still remember Cedric's soft plea to have his body returned to his father. These memories now twisted in to nightmares taunted Harry, he could no longer sleep more then three hours, four at the most without them coming to plague him not that he didn't deserve it, he did! He as good as killed Cedric and Sirus as if he had done it with his own hand! It was all His Fault.
Harry moved to turn the light on, wincing in pain as he did; his ribs were definitely broken again, he only hoped that the Dursley's took him to a doctor before the holidays were out.
Pausing in his musings, Harry listened as the Dursley's opened the door with a sickly sweet greeting. There was a brief shuffle as the guest was ushered inside.
"Welcome, welcome," Vernon boomed, "welcome to our humble home."
"Indeed." Said a clearly young and very uninterested voice.
"Pardon me for saying," it was Petunia this time, "But aren't you a bit young to…" she left the rest of the sentence open, whether because of the very evil glare the young man was giving her or because her question was obvious, Harry will never know.
"I assure you madam that I, like my father, am quite competent in maters relating to business, especially My business." Stated the very coldly familiar voice.
"Of course," Vernon again, "Of course mister Malfoy, my wife wasn't trying to imply anything, only….um Admiring that fact that a young man such as…."
Harry tuned out then due to the fact that had he not been in the cupboard he would have been on the floor…What the Hell?
MALFOY? What was He doing in Harry Potter's home of all places.
Some days it's just better to not get up at all!
To be continued…
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