So
Long Sweet Summer
Author: xxinifinitemoment
Rating:
this is PG but it will go up in later chapters
Warnings:
none yet. other than slash ofcourse.
Word Count:
1500
Summary: Things have gotten pretty bad in the
Wizarding World and it's spreading to the Muggle World. Draco Malfoy
shows up on Harry's doorstep with Snape one day. From there,
everything takes a wild turn. Secrets are revealed. Perspectives
change. How will it all end?
The unlikely trio descended the stairs, walked through another hallway, and entered the dining room. There were three house elves putting food on the large oak table. Snape sat at the head of the table and motioned for them to sit. Malfoy flanked his right and Harry sat on the left. Harry noticed that Snape must have healed himself because the cut on his cheek was now gone. He was also in a fresh set of robes. Harry thought maybe he had showered but his hair was still as greasy as ever.
"Well, go ahead and eat," Snape said to the boys. Malfoy put some salad in a bowl and then poured dressing over it. Harry didn't touch the food though. His appetite wasn't much. It didn't help that he was sitting at a table with his school enemy and most hated professor.
"We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow at four. Not as many people will be there during the evening. Draco, you'll have to especially careful. Dress differently than you normally do, it'll throw people off and they won't be able to spot you as easily." Malfoy nodded as he put fed himself salad. Harry thought to himself that Malfoy's blonde hair was a dead give-away of who he was. "Potter, the food isn't poisoned. Eat." Snape spat at him.
Harry glared at Snape but obliged and ate some of the food on the table. There wasn't much said between the three, and Harry didn't say a word throughout the entire meal, and once they were done eating, Snape dismissed them to their rooms. Harry and Malfoy walked towards their rooms without a word.
When Harry got into his room, he took in the decor. There was a large canopy bed with a black comforter. Many pillows adorned the bed in shades of gray. A vanity was on the opposite side of the room in the same cherry wood as the bed. The wardrobe was on the wall of the door and the door to Malfoy's room was near his bed. A large window nearly took up the entire remaining wall. The view was a forest with mountains in the distance. As far as Harry could tell from his view, they were secluded from the rest of the world in those woods. Harry thought with a touch of insecurity that no one could hear him if he screamed out here.
Harry laid down on his bed and pulled out his mum's diary from his trunk. His heart had quickened as he opened it to the first page…
September 1st
Today was the first day of classes of another year. It
feels good to be back again. Petunia got me this dairy so I could
right down all my thoughts since I don't have her to talk to at
school. I think she is more accepting of me being here. I know it was
hard the first few years, but it's nice to know she is okay with
everything now. Well classes today were normal. The professors
lectured us on how important our studies are becoming as we near
N.E.W.T.S. I'm not too worried about them when they do arrive
though.
I saw him today. We didn't talk at all, just made eye
contact as we passed in the corridor on the way to class. It seems
strange that I haven't seen him all summer and we still have that
same connection that we have always seemed to have. Who knows what
will happen this year. I can't wait to find out, but then again I
can…
Well I must go to bed. I have History of Magic with
Professor Binns tomorrow. No matter how much I love class, sometimes
it can be a real drag.
Harry laughed to himself. Even his mum couldn't stand Binns all the time. He wondered why his mum and dad didn't talk in the hallway. Of what he saw, his father talked to his mum any chance he got to impress her before they started dating or even during he guessed. There was no year in the diary so Harry had no idea how old his mother was at this time.
He continued to read the entries in the diary, learning things about his mum that he never could have known without it. Every few entries mentioned his dad, but never in name, always just him. They didn't talk much other than when they met on the grounds. It seemed peculiar to Harry.
Malfoy entered Harry's room some time later and it wasn't until then that he realized how late it was. The sky was already dark, only a sliver of light could be seen on the horizon. The only source of light was a few candles in the room, which must have lit themselves when it started to get dark and Harry hadn't noticed.
There was an eerie glow in the room and Malfoy's pale skin seemed to be glowing with the candles. It was in the moment that Harry first realized that Malfoy was beautiful. The blonde looked so pure and innocent in the candlelight. His usual cold gray eyes reflected the light and shined with something Harry never knew in the boy.
"Potter!" Harry snapped his attention back to the boy standing in his room. "When you're done gaping at me, dinner's ready."
"I'm not hungry."
"Suit yourself." With that, the blonde left and Harry was left in his thoughts.
He didn't know why he suddenly thought the blonde as beautiful. It seemed weird to think any guy as beautiful, let alone Malfoy. He knew it was true though, he just wasn't sure why. Malfoy was Malfoy. He never thought of him as anything else, certainly not beautiful. Harry shrugged off the thought and went back to the diary
November 15th
We were paired together in potions today. I was ecstatic,
and it appeared he was too. I can never tell with him, but his eyes
seemed to have a bit more of a glow than they usually do. I moved
next to him at his desk as he wrote down the directions off the
blackboard. I can't understand why he does that when the directions
are right in front of him, but he says it's better when he writes
them down himself. He has every potion written on parchment and
saved. I swear I have never met anyone so dedicated to that class
than him.
James wasn't happy about us being partnered. It's
understandable, he's jealous. I think it's horrible of me to
enjoy his company more than James' sometimes. I adore James, but he
just has something about him that no one else has. I'm not planning
on doing anything drastic, but I wish James could accept our
friendship.
Harry stared at the page he just read. The him that his mother had written about so profusely wasn't his father? Who was it? Now the dark haired boy was thoroughly confused.
TBC…
