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Draco rose at seven am like he does every school morning. He was his dorms alarm clock so none of them were late for class. He sat up, yawned and stretched. Ahh it was friday. Two more days to go till the holidays and only one more day of lessons.
He got out of bed and waved his wand to levitate the duets off the other boys bodies. The dungeons were very cold so the lack of duvet woke the four other boys immediately. After about two minutes four pillows came hurtling towards draco. He laughed and dodged them easily before dropping the duets in a pile in the middle of the room.
'Will you stop waking us up like the Draco?!' Blaise Zabini said, backed up by the tired snort of Theodore Nott.
'How else am I supposed to wake you up?! You all sleep like logs!'
The four just sighed and nodded, they knew what he was saying was true. But that didn't mean they had to like it!
Draco did his 'business', brushed his teeth then took a quick shower, using a lot of conditioner. Then dried himself and hair with a spell. He put on his robes and used another spell to slick his hair back.
Once Blaise and Draco were ready they walked off towards the great hall for breakfast. Great. It was a Gryfindor day. Double joint care of magical creatures with that oaf Hagrid (though Draco would never admit it he didn't actually mind Hagrid, in fact he found him rather amusing. But being a Malfoy he was supposed to hate all half-breeds) then double joint potions. He liked potions and was extremely talented at it. But his levels had gone down slightly as his assigned potions partner was rather rubbish at it. Severus Snape, his Godfather, His favourite teacher, had assigned POTTER as his partner. Potter, of all people! Even Granger would have been better.
However over the course of the year Potters failures and mistakes started to become less irritating and more endearing to Draco. He found his eyes wandering to the boy who lived a lot more frequently. His thoughts took on different forms and at some point his mind had started to call him Harry. Draco knew he himself was gay since 3 year in which he had made out with a fourth year Ravenclaw boy who he seemed to remember had bright green eyes and shaggy blonde hair that he didn't like but still doesn't know the name of. But it didn't change the fact that he was ashamed about a certain...intimate dream he'd had containing himself and har-potter. He had been glad to be the first to wake up as he awoke with a rather large problem downstairs if you know what I mean.
Blaise and Draco walked into the hall and took their usual seats at the slytherin tabled, coincidentally opposite Potter, Weasly, Weaselette, Granger, Longbottem and Lovegood. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Longbottom and Lovegood had the hots for each other, in fact several bets had been placed surrounding their relationship. Along with Weasly and Grangers. Harry was more difficult, he had the choice of anyone in the school but hadn't chosen anyone. Even with the Weaselette sitting far too close, batting her eyelashes and pulling her top down to reveal the barest hint of breast, never mind cleavage. Honestly, shes a third year theres not going to be much there! Even so I still felt a small twinge of what i refused to accept as jealousy. But he didn't seem to notice her advances. Instead he ate, chatted, and kept glancing at me.
Of course I only notice because i was glancing at him so often. Only because he was so annoying though. Nothing to do with the was his 'ive just had sex' dark hair falls in his sparkling emerald green eyes... Nope nothing to do with that.
'Mate, will you stop eye-fucking potter? Its really putting me off my breakfast.' Blaise asked with a frown and a bacon sandwich halfway between his plate and his mouth.
Draco felt his pale skin heat slightly. 'I'm not eye-fucking potter Blaise! He's just so irritating! And loud! Can they talk any louder?!' He exclaimed in what, to a Slytherin, would have been obvious lying.
Blaise just munched his sandwich and looked at him with a knowing smirk.
'Hey Draco isn't that your fathers owl?' Theo asked from across the table.
He looked up to see what was sure enough his fathers majestic eagle owl that looked like it was about to eat someone. Draco whistled it down and took the letter off of its leg. It flew off after pinching the other half of Blaises bacon sandwich.
'I hate that bird.' Blaise muttered while Theo and Pansy, who had arrived just in time to see the whole ordeal, laughed at him.
The front of the parchment held the name Draco Malfoy and a note saying to read in private. In Lucius's immaculate handwriting. He was about to make some excuse to leave when pansy latched onto his arm. 'Ohhh Drakey! Im going to miss you sooo much this holiday! Write too me?' Despite knowing his sexual orientation she insisted on the idea of them being together.
'Err whatever pansy. I need the bathroom.' He knew it was a pathetic excuse but he was too curious to think about much else. He caught potters eyes following him suspiciously out of the hall.
Draco returned to his dorm and sat on his bed. He opened the letter from his father and began to read.
My dearest Draco,
Due to your findings on the dark lords return, your mother and i have decided the safest option is too go into hiding. We dont want you dragged into your crazy grandfathers beliefs. We have bought a house in surrey, little winging, 6 Privet Drive. Its a quaint little place though we are still unsure of the neighbours at number 4. Your mother and i shall collect you from kings cross as i have recently learned to drive a muggle contraption called a car so we can fit in more. So we don't attract attention, in the muggle world you are to be known as Draco Morlem. I have enclosed a key to the new house and some photos should you wish to see it.
Have a good last few days,
Mother and father.
Draco couldn't believe it. He wasnt angry about the fact they were moving or whatever but the fact that they had made this decision without him. He thought they respected him enough to include him on decisions that concern him. But obviously not. They didn't even consult him on the changing of their surname!
He tipped the envelope upside down and a few pictures and a silver key fell out. He stuffed the key into his trunk and grabbed the pictures angrily. Expecting it to be horrible without his input.
Flicking through the pictures he had to admit it was actually okay. No where near Malfoy Mannor standard but nice enough to lie low for a while. His room was perfect. His four-poster bed rested against one green wall while the other walls were a silvery grey. He couldn't help but think how the green was almost identical to Har-POTTERs eyes. His chaze long sat at the foot of his bed while his small wardrobe that had an extension charm on it to turn it into a walk in wardrobe resided on the adjacent grey wall. It was basically identical to his room but smaller.
The rest of the house looked the same as any other upmarket house. Neutral colours, a few white flowers in beige vases and a spotless cream carpet with a black tiled kitchen. Draco hoped they would still be allowed house elves. He couldn't imagine what life would be like without them!
Draco knew he was acting spoilt and should be focusing more on the face that he wouldn't have to do what Voldemort says. However it was nearing the holidays and he became less up tight when he spent time around his parents.
Draco shoved the letter into his trunk and began the long journey down to Hagrids cabin. Huffing and moaning to himself all the way down.
When Draco got to care of magical creatures he was still in a foul mood and was angered further at the sight of all the Gryffindors sombre faces. Seriously! Diggorys not the first one to die! Its like they dont even care about the muggles and muggleborns being slaughtered at the hand of lord voldemort for 50 or so years (minus the 11 year absence) they just need to move on! And start preparing for his next attack. Although it probably doesn't help that no one believes you know who has returned.
When Dracos eyes found Harry, stood in front of Hagrid, shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes sparkling from crying. Dracos heart leaped and his stomach flipped. He scowled at his bodies betrayal and moved to stand next to Blaise, who was laughing at his friends reaction.
Draco elbowed him and turned to listen to Hagrid.
whilst trying to get his and Blaise's blast ended screwt to eat some random leaves, Draco seriously regretted approaching Buckbeak without bowing to get the teacher dismissed. It was his fault that they had to stick to stupid pathetic little creatures like this.
'So what did your father want?' Blaise asked.
He wanted to tell Blasie everything. To rant about how he thought his parents included him in decisions and how they were changing their surname to something strange like Morlem. They were basically destroying their pride and going to live with muggles. He knew Blaise wouldn't say anything but Blaise's parents were devout death eaters and although Blaise didn't share these beliefs, the Dark Lord was highly skilled in Legilemency and would be able to get their location from him unwillingly.
Knowing this Draco just sighed and said 'not much just some business trip he had to attend to so he wont be at home for most of the summer' this wasnt an obvious lie as his father did often have to go on work trips and occasionally took Draco with him.
Blaise nodded sympathy and tried to pry the screwts mouth open to shove some worms in, it didn't like them so it closed its mouth. Hard. Blaise took his hand away emitting a small squeal. Draco just stood their laughing.
'Owww! Dont laugh! Its bad enough with potter and his motley crew on all fours laughing at me! Id invite you over to the Zabini Mannor this summer but since Potter has seen the Dark Lord alive again my parents are gonna go nuts looking for him, guaranteed their gonna drag me into it'
Draco felt for him. He knew what it was like to have a family obsessed with some power maniac. His aunt Bellatrix for example. At one point she detested the ways of the family just like the rest of the black sisters, but she was more vocal about it. As a result her parents tortured her till she went insane and followed Voldemort as he was all she could think about. But at least Draco had close family who got him away from all the young death eater initiation that Blaise was undoubtably going to be involved in.
'Ahh sorry, I'd invite you over but I doubt your parents would let you and my mums dragging me off somewhere. You know I wish potter would just shut up about Voldemort. At least we would get a bit longer to have a death free childhood.' Draco said slamming the screwts cage shut.
'Yeah your probably right. I know right! Couldn't he just go to another school? Guaranteed this shit does,'t happen at Beauxbattons. Im glad that was the last time we have to see that damn screwt! It bit me! you coming to the great hall for lunch?' Blaise asked while nursing his swelling hand
'Sure,' draco replied in a considerably better mood, there's just something about your best friend being bitten by the least dangerous magical creature, that brightens your entire day. 'Don't you think you should go see Madam Pomfry about that? Your hands getting bigger.'
'Nahhh, I'll live.'