Chapter 1- The beginning of all beginnings.
Disclaimer:owning things is a thing that is thought of widely, but not done very often. I own none of this, though i wish i did.
Harry yawned and opened his eyes. He didn't want to want to get up yet he knew he had to. His hands reached out to his…where was his desk? He began searching midair for his glasses and it was not long before he fell out of his bed. Groaning, he rolled over and began searching for them.
He eventually found them in a fruit bowl.
Putting them on hastily, he had to blink a few times before he was aware of his surroundings. Harry frowned. He was in a large, circular and rather lavishly decorated room. A red table littered with empty firewhisky bottles stood beneath a golden framed mirror.
A bewildered Harry looked at this and realised that he had no idea of his whereabouts or what he had been doing last night. Harry drew closer to the table and squinted at an open black packet. Harry paled. It was an empty condom sachet.
He turned around slowly and approached the huge double bed from which he had just fallen.
Picking up the soft, red sheets to cover his naked body (he liked sleeping like that) he climbed onto the bed and peered over the other side, on the floor.
There, sprawled with his arms out wide, his sleek, blonde hair slightly ruffled, his eyes shut in peaceful content, his mouth parted ever so slightly he lay.
Draco Malfoy awoke to a scream. An ear-splitting scream coming from the one person he loathed, the one person he would never miss a chance to taunt,somebody he had never been naked in front of (except now)
Draco Malfoy awoke to the scream of Harry Potter.
Slashieness?
Well, I have no idea whats going to happen, so I'm open to suggestions, basically...review!