The World Hidden Away From Him
Draco arrived home well before dinner. Pansy and he had ended the day a bit early because of their small argument…that ended up being rather large and caused them to be politely escorted from the restaurant.
So his first escapade into the real world hadn't quite gone the way it was supposed to but…well in Draco's opinion it was well worth it. He lay on his bed later that afternoon with his hands tucked behind his hair.
So that was Harry Potter? He was very different from what Draco had initially pictured him to be but it wasn't at all disappointing. If the boy were to rival him then he'd be a worthy opponent. Somehow that thought was now unsettling to Draco.
He'd found himself deeply intrigued with Potter and his friends. So curious it almost caused him pain. And his two friends, Ron and Hermione had seemed quite nice. He found himself wondering what it was that Pansy disliked so much about them. Was it simply because she couldn't befriend them? Perhaps her father had forbidden it, just as his did.
Sometimes Draco found himself immensely jealous of Pansy because of the life she had. She was allowed to experience things. She knew what it was like to go to school and have friends that could talk about more than how many girls they'd shagged. Honestly, of all the friends Lucius Malfoy could've picked for him why had he picked Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle? Dumb as rocks but they could still draw you an exact map of how to get into a girl's pants.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach, clutching his pillow to his chest. He decided it was time to become more defined, because he really didn't like the way he saw himself...
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It was past noon and Draco found himself a little apprehensive. He wasn't quite sure if he should be doing this… As a matter of fact he knew he shouldn't be. Lucius would have his head.
"Draco!" Narcissa called. "Blaise is here."
Draco took one last uncertain look at himself in the mirror, pulled his sweatshirt over his head and exited his room.
Blaise Zabini. One of the few people he did like was waiting with his mother at the foot of the steps.
"Hey Draco," he said flashing him a cocky smile. "Let's get a move on, daylights a-wastin'"
The two exited the large Malfoy Manor in Blaise Zabini's carriage. After a moment Blaise turned to Draco with a smug smirk upon his dark exotic face.
"So," Blaise said leaning forward slightly. "You going to show me what you're wearing under that?"
"I suppose so," Draco said uncertainly. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and Blaise's mouth dropped.
"Oh dear God no," Blaise shuttered, putting his hand over his mouth. "What were you thinking?"
"What do you mean?" Draco asked looking down at his turtleneck sweater. "I like this sweater. A lot. I brings out my eyes."
"Wh-what? Are you queer or something Malfoy? You go into where we're going wearing that and you'll be beaten into the pavement. And you'll have to pull week old gum off of your forehead."
"Well where the hell are you taking me Blaise?" Draco asked, his gray eyes wide with slight panic. "And yes, this sweater is nice. And it's my favorite! My mum bought it."
"Yes Draco, that sweater looks great… for your gran's funeral!" Blaise retaliated.
"Don't you talk about Gran that way!" Draco snapped.
"You know what your problem is Malfoy?" Blaise asked.
"What?" Draco snapped. "Please do tell me so I can fix it." He rolled his eyes at his exotic friend.
"You're a momma's boy! Toughin' up and take your shirt off!" Blaise ordered.
"What? Are you sure you're not the one that's queer? Let me out!" Draco said sliding away from his friend.
"No! Now you take your queer sweater off Malfoy, lest I rip it off your back!" Blaise advanced on Draco slightly.
"No! What are you doing?" Draco asked, his eyes wide.
"Take-it-off!" Blaise barked.
"No!" Draco screeched.
At that Blaise lunged at his friend and wrestled him to the ground of the carriage.
"No means no!" Draco yelled. "No means NO!" He grabbed at the bottom of his sweater and tried to squirm out from under Blaise. The carriage was shaking wildly as it moved down the dirt road.
The Zabini's butler, quite alarmed pulled the carriage to the side of the road and hopped off. He could hear the two young men inside grunting as the carriage kept shaking.
"Oh dear," the little old man whispered as he quickly moved forward to open the door. What he saw when the light flooded the carriage caused the small old man to topple over and faint.
He'd seen Blaise moving energetically on top of the young Malfoy boy, his hands roaming all over the boy's body, as if he were trying to removed the boy's turtle neck sweater. He could see the Malfoy boy's pale chest and nipples, Blaise between his legs. Blaise looked up and his eyes widened.
"Oh no," he panted. "I think we've managed to kill my butler." He scrambled off of Draco and hurried to his butler's side. The little man was coming to and the first thing he saw was Draco Malfoy pulling his sweater down over his pale flesh.
"What in the Devil's name were you two doing in there boy?" the butler asked as Blaise pulled him to his feet, dusting him off. The state of the young men was enough to fill the man's head with all sorts of strange and demented thoughts.
"Relax Granddad," Blaise said clapping him on his back. "We were having a disagreement. I was just trying to take his sweater off."
"Yes because that sounds so much better you idiot," Draco snapped.
"Well if you'd just of changed your shirt when I asked you to," Blaise said glaring.
"I don't have to change shit!" Draco snapped. "I look sexy and thin in this sweater."
"Okay Draconia," Blaise snapped. He suddenly pointed his wand at Draco and his shirt was transformed into a black muscle shirt.
"What have you done?" Draco yelled. "That was my favorite sweater you ass!"
"You look so much better this way though," Blaise pointed out. "Relax, Draco, I'll change it back for you when we leave."
Draco grumbled and clamored back into the carriage.
"Yes I know that's your favorite sweater you baby!" Blaise yelled over his shoulder. "You've only said it five times in the past five minutes!"
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Harry Potter and his friends were sitting at the bar when the bell rang over the door. He turned in his seat and his eyes fell on Blaise Zabini who came in looking smug.
"Fuckin…" Harry began.
"Wha's the mat'er?" Ron asked, lifting his head from the bar.
"Fucking Blaise Zabini's here," Harry said quietly in his ear. Ron sat up, his spiked hair becoming visible over most people's heads.
"Oh lovely," Ron murmured, itching the side of his head. "You want to throw down with him Harry?"
"No," Hermione hissed from behind them both. "Stop it now. Besides look who he's brought with him."
Draco Malfoy entered behind the exotic pureblooded Slytherin. He looked around scanning the bar and his eyes fell on Potter. He nodded politely in his direction and Harry didn't know whether or not to greet the youngest existing Malfoy. In the end he nodded back in Malfoy's direction and turned around to face his butter beer.
"He's alright," Harry murmured turning away. "It's Zabini I don't want to deal with today."
"Aye! Potter," Zabini said, his voice seemingly right in Potter's ear. "Killed any Death Eater's lately?"
Potter saw Blaise's left wrist, his long sleeves hiding the majority of the dark tattoo Harry had seen only once before.
"Hello Zabini," Harry replied turning all the way around to face his nemesis. "Sucked the Dark Lord's cock lately?"
It seemed to strike a chord and Blaise didn't quite recover from it until…
"What?" he snarled.
"Well, no matter," Harry replied his eyebrows raised. "You still wouldn't get a promotion in his ranks."
"Yeah," Ron replied. "It's really not that bad once you get past the taste, right Zabini?"
Blaise went pale with rage and he lifted his fist.
"Hey!" Draco snapped, wrapping his long pale fingers around Blaise's wrist. "Come on Blaise, let's go."
"Let go Draco," he snarled, pulling against his restraints.
"No. Come on." Draco said firmly. Blaise stopped struggling and took a step back from his adversary. He smiled bitterly, showing his perfect white teeth, which were gnashed together.
"Not today Potter," he said pointing at him. Harry merely looked up at him with his eyebrows raised, and his arms crossed over his chest. Blaise then turned around and headed for the door.
"You're a coward," Potter yelled, causing most people to pause in mid sentence. "You won't do it today and you'll never do it."
Blaise turned slowly on his heel.
Potter stood up holding his arms out, almost as if to embrace the Slytherin seventh year.
"Come on. Let's do this," Harry jeered.
"You don't want to take me on Potter," Blaise warned. Draco didn't know what to say or what to do.
"See now, that's where you're wrong Zabini. You never had the guts in school, and now you have me here and ready! Let's do this thing!" Harry replied.
Blaise took three hurried steps forward and raised his fist again but stopped in mid stroke.
"You're not worth it," he spat at Harry. Hermione had come up behind Potter and was holding him back, the best she could. She had both arms over his shoulders, holding him around his neck. She was standing on her tiptoes and all Draco could see of her was her eyes. She looked worried.
"No," Potter said with a smirk. "You want to hit me. You just don't have the guts."
"Oh I want to do more than hit you," Blaise growled. "Let's go," he said turning towards Draco. "Before I loose it."
Potter opened his mouth to say something else but Hermione quickly stuffed a bread stick between his lips silencing him.
"Alright," Draco said, taking one more look at Harry before he went.
A/N: There you have it. Thanks for the reviews. Love you all. If you want more, go ahead and review. I love any sort of comments unless they're unnecessarily rude. Anyways, review! XOXOXO