Disclaimer: All written for fun, I do not own or wish to make money from Harry Potter&etc. JKR deserves every penny!
Rating: Hah, Mature/NC-348579348957MILLION. Smut… and worse.
Authors Notes: I've been neglecting this story a little, it's a shame because I love this one and I know how epic its gonna be soon [but everyone seems to pref0er, taking him!?] So I've delayed updating Taking Him for this. Part 2 of the shopness, yay.. Harry actually gets to be in this chapter ^^/
Chapter 5.
Soon Lucius' business was complete and he guided his son out of Knockturn ally and up towards the busy though quainter street. True to his earlier word their next stop was to select Draco's new broom; and then left the small blonde with instructions to collect his new school books, as Lucius had further business at Gringotts.
Draco watched the retreating back of his father. A sudden realization flitted through him, this was the first time he'd been alone this summer; -well, he'd slept in his own room a fair few times, but that was in the house... His father's house.
Now not so keen on being outside, he trotted; -with dignity, dashing towards Flourish and Blotts, promptly confronted by a gaggle of squawking middle aged witches.
Sneering in distaste he ascended the stairs, away from the proclaimed star, to locate his books in peace.
His view was obscured of the draping celebrity; but he could still observe what was happening. A commotion occurred as none other than Harry Potter took center stage, inheriting Lockheart's books AND spotlight.
Draco ground his teeth, a habit he only reverted to when away from his father's eyes.
Stupid. Fucking. Potter. All he did was be bloody born, and he gets EVERYTHING. People love him, and fall over him; and what has he done to earn it? Fucking be alive, just because he wasn't dead!
The tinged pink blonde, ground his teeth further when he thought of his father. Draco did... ..Everything... He handed his whole SELF into living up to Lucius' expectations... To... To be worthy of his respect his…
..His father had respect for Potter, one he couldn't understand. The rumors of the last year's events weren't particularly descriptive, even correct.. But WHY? All Potter did was exist.... He was just a fraud. A worm... A...
Draco couldn't stop himself; he was downstairs confronting the floppy haired boy, before engaging any decorum.
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" He was sneering.
A ginger blob of a girl screeched at him, barely coherently about 'Leaving Harry Alone!'
"Potter, you got yourself a girlfriend!"
The blob became slightly scarlet or perhaps cerise. Draco smirked, as he thought to himself of how the three colours clashed horridly. And then the other two members of the untouchable trio had to arrive. 'Great… What have I invited?'
"Oh its you" 'Yes... Indeed' Draco thought, awaiting some sort of failed wit to follow... Bingo!
"Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?" Ughed, an attempt on my family? Really that's rich from a Weasley; quipped the blonde to himself.
"Not as surprised as I am to see you here Weasley" Draco retorted disdainfully. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for that lot"
The lanky boy went as pink as his supposed sister, if not pinker; -and started towards the smaller boy.
Draco didn't let himself even blink. 'Control Draco. Just keep control'. Which pulled of as Rod was quickly stopped by his two friends, leaving the blonde's 'coolness' untarnished.
"Ron!" The voice came from deeper inside the shop, coming from a ginger haired man with a wrinkle riddled brow, as if worry and concern had plagued him. Said man was flanked by two identical and fearsomely tall elder boys; also sporting the ginger theme. Draco quickly counted his odds, five wizards, albeit three underage; a mud blood witch also underage; and her muggle parents. The latter weren't much of a threat but against just him... The odds did not seem very favorable.
Then a harsh hand fell on his shoulder, gripping physically; -as if to make up for verbal berating that couldn't currently be said. Delicate even breaths that played with his hair; sent chills to Draco's spine. This uneasiness ebbed down to a deep nausea settling in his lower stomach. The notion of falling took hold, a sense of feeling like a safely kept cocoon descending to the ground; safe from impact, but without his wings.
Lucius cut in the elder Weasley's rambles to his brood.
"Well, well, well -Arthur Weasley"
"Lucius" Said the man and none too warmly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear" Spoke the tall blonde, with his usual esteemed control. "All those raids... I hope they're paying you over time"
Then reached into the ginger girl's cauldron and extracted an extremely unkempt book, obviously from the second hand section.
"Obviously not" He carried on with a sneer. "Dear me, what's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well enough for it?"
Draco watched his father's opponent with intrigue, this Weasley had reached the deepest shade yet; and his father had hardly started his vicious verbal attack.
Lucius then lost interest in the ginger clan, and turned his eye and attention to the brunette that started this all. Started everything.
"Harry Potter... I pardon my own curiosity." Still holding onto Draco's shoulder, Lucius moved forward with his cane to unveil the famous lightening bolt scar, hidden beneath the unruly locks.
Harry, now utterly unsure how to react turned his eyes to Draco, fully expecting to be met by the blonde's trade mark sneer. Instead he saw the boy looking away; neck stretched as for as possible without moving the rest of his body, his eyes staring away from the whole situation. Draco's tendons stood prominent and strained as his jaw locked into a bite.
Harry flicked his eyes onto the elder of the two Malfoys again.
"Mourning a loss?" He enquired coolly.
Lucius' lips curled in an almost seductive grin, which Harry had a hard time looking at.
"So far from the truth, Mr. Potter." With that he curtly nodded, whilst still withholding his belittling care, and turned away to leave the shop.
Draco didn't move straight away, his eyes now watching his father stride away; before turning back to Harry, and giving him the darkest look imaginable.
"See you at school, Potter" The last word spoken as if it disgusted him to speak it. Then following his father's steps, walked away from the crowd.
Kironomi: Glad you like it, it'll get even better; promise!
Neverenuff: I know! This has been the darkest thing I've written, I hope its come off well. It came because I was tired of Draco being really misrepresented. I wanted to delve into why he acts. I want people to actually sympathize, and luckily you have! (:
Muffin-DanishFreak: Sorry I never replied last chapter, the "unsuccessful he cried part" I was referring to how if he couldn't separate his own general sexual desires and Lucius separate he was so conflicted and sickened he cried. Sorry, sometime I get a bit trigger happy and post things before thinking them through.
