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Disclaimers: Flicks crumb on the table ...Nothing, is mine... Well, except maybe the plot, if I can call it one... Everything else is J.K. Rowlings, as we all know. Anyhow, this story is SLASH, meaning two dudes in love. So if you no likey, you no ready. We clear? I'm not responsible if you happen to read it without knowing, that's why I'm putting this in here. Ok, read, review, enjoy, or curse me for writing it if it's bad... Okay! On with the story! Oh right, this is in the summer before sixth year, and also in their sixth year. If I have an epilogue, I'll tell you when it's going to be when I post it.
The strongest form of love is that evolved from hate.
Draco Malfoy sat alone in his chair in his room of the 'Malfoy Manor', trying to evade the noises of a woman screaming in the next room. He recognized this voice; it was his mother's, Narcissa. He flinched once and again directed his thoughts to blocking out the horrible cries of agony. He gave up the failed attempts and pushed himself up towards the side of his room that held the window. He strode carefully to the other side of his bedroom, trying for his parents (or rather just his father) not to hear him. He took one of his hands and silently pushed the screen open. The rain was cascading down from the clouds, and a brief lightning flash soared through the sky. He felt the weather was reflecting his mood astoundingly. He smirked once at the thought of it, but stopped as soon as he heard loud footsteps approaching his door. Seeing as how the screams had momentarily stopped, he figured his father had given up on his mother and had instead chosen him for the new target of rage.
He slammed the screen shut, and jogged over to his bed. He threw himself under the covers and pretended to be asleep just as soon as Lucius crashed open his wooden door.
"Draco," he hissed violently. "I know very well you are not asleep."
The voice inside Draco's head immediately told him to run, but he laid there, as if he were frozen. Lucius abruptly strode over to the side of his son's bed and raised his right fist.
Smack!
Draco sat up and was using all his strength not to let his unshed tears fall. He could not show weakness in front of his father. The heat was crawling up the left side of his face where he had been struck. Unconsciously he raised a hand up to stroke the hurt part of his cheek, but stopped midway remembering what his father could do to him. He felt the iron taste of blood seep into his mouth from where he had been biting his lip. A small lock of blond hair fell across his eye as he forced himself to look at the man standing beside him.
"I am sorry father, I must have drifted off." His voice slightly wavered as he spoke.
"Do not let it happen again. I'm sure you know by now the consequences of your carelessness." Lucius' eyes shone daggers at Draco, but the teenager refused to look away. Showing fear to his father was not something he looked forward to doing at the moment.
"Yes, father."
Harry woke up with a start as he heard thunder crashing outside of his window that he had forgot to shut last night. Even with the storm, his room was still as hot as an oven. He felt blindly around his bedside table for his glasses. He found them near the edge, and slipped them on. His bedroom came into focus and he slid out from under the covers. He attempted to run a comb through his ever-messy hair before walking over towards his door.
"But mum, I don't want to go to Bradley's!" Dudley was standing in the kitchen, whining like a giant pig.
"Now Diddykins, just do it for Mommy? You know the Caesars are a very wealthy family, and-" she cut herself off as soon as she saw Harry emerge from the stairway.
"'Morning Aunt Petunia," Harry said with a false smile.
Dudley was standing in the middle of the room like a giant roadblock. All 310 pounds of him. Seeing as Harry was shorter than Dudley, and weighed a considerable 160 pounds less than him, trying to get through the kitchen was like going through an obstacle course. He moved over to the left side of him, only to be met with Petunia's glare. He thought about reconsidering breakfast since his Aunt looked as if she was about to attack him.
'What did I do now?' Harry thought as he backed out of the kitchen. His Uncle had already left for work, so Harry got the living room to himself, a rare opportunity he didn't usually have. He plopped down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest and leaning his head back.
'Ah, only one more week until I get back to Hogwarts...' He thought to himself. The thought of seeing Ron and Hermione made him both happy and mad, seeing as how they had only written him once all summer. But, he was still glad to be able to see some friendly faces. Without realizing it, a more unfriendly face appeared in his head. The face of his hated rival Malfoy sneered back at him in his mind. Harry opened his eyes, trying to get rid of that stupid face.
He still couldn't escape the fact that he would have to withstand another year of taunting from Malfoy, but, it was the price he paid.
'What if things had been different?' the voice in his head said. The more logical voice responded, "Heh, things could never be different. Malfoy's a prick, always has, always will be. Never changing that stubborn git.' Harry agreed with the second voice, but was still pondering what the first had said. He decided for some strange reason, he even missed Malfoy's taunts. He thought that he must have been away from Hogwarts for too long to be thinking of Malfoy of all people, but he lost all of his thoughts as his Aunt and obese cousin came storming into the room.
'So much for peace,' he told himself.
Lucius seemed moderately satisfied by his son's answer and strode back over to the door, taking giant, loud steps. He turned around to face the fear-stricken boy and pushed some of his blond hair back. Before leaving the room, he shot an angry glare at Draco and went off in search of his wife.
'It hurts...so...much,' Draco thought, using most of his efforts to place himself in a sitting position on the bed. He didn't even bother trying to block out the cries now, they were too loud. His mother's voice seemed to be screaming right beside him, not all the way downstairs. He closed his eyes and ran a hand across the now bruised cheek. He longed for a bag of ice to stop the stinging, but he was still too afraid to return down to where his father was. So many times he had wished to be someone else; not a puppet of his father, not the block of ice he had to portray every single day. He wanted to show emotions. But then again, emotions were weak. He was not weak. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's are far from weak. He felt salty tears building up in his eyes again, but he angrily pushed them away. Once he regained enough energy, he laid down again, put the pillow over his head, and fell asleep.
Smack!
For the second time in two days, the familiar heat was creeping up the side of his face. The dark outline of his father was barely visible beside the bed.
"You pitiful child. You are not my son. You are not even worthy to be here!" Lucius hit Draco again, this time punching him in the stomach.
"Do you know how lucky you are to be a Malfoy! Do you know I could slit your throat right now and no one would be the wiser? Don't forget what could happen. I despise you... and your weakness. Leave."
Draco was clenching his stomach at the place where he had been hit, and hot tears were streaming freely down his bruised face. He didn't want to have to hear his father's voice again, so he grabbed the few things he needed to take with him and opened the window screen. He could finally do what he had been planning for the past few weeks. He threw his bag out of the second story window, and jumped down himself.
It was around 5:30 in the morning, and all of Harry's room was dark. He was dreaming vividly about Sirius, and was tossing and turning around his small bed. All of a sudden, he felt an enormous weight crash down on his left leg.
"OW!" Harry screamed and bolted up into a sitting position.
"Sorry mate, still haven't gotten the whole apparation thing down as much as we'd have liked to..." There was another crack and there were now two other people in Harry's room.
"Fred? George? Hey! I'm so happy you guys are here!" Harry looked around confused and then stated, "Wait. Why are you here? Is something wrong? Is everybody okay?" Harry was jerking around frantically wondering about all of the Weasley's and Hermione.
"Calm down Harry. What? You think we would let that pig of an uncle take you shopping for school? Heh. I'd rather shove my wand up my-" Fred stopped talking as soon as he heard loud footsteps and an enraged sleepy uncle coming up the stairs.
"C'mon George," Fred said in a whisper. "Harry, wait here, and get your stuff packed. We'll be back with a few people from the Order to take you back the Burrow." George winked at Harry and said, "Ginny'll be so happy to know that you're coming back."
"Wait, what? I didn't think she even liked me any-" Harry was cut off by Fred.
"No time for that now. The bastard's almost to the door. We'll be back soon." There were two pops and Harry was once again alone in his room. The wooden door to his room slammed open and his uncle was standing in the door, his face looking horribly like an enlarged plum.
"Who was HERE!" Vernon screamed and drops of spit flew out of his mouth.
"No one, it was just me. I was, uh, listening to the, uh, radio?" Harry said trying to be as convincing as possible.
"How stupid do you think I am, boy! Probably just more freaks from your freak school! Just as stupid and freakish as your parents were!" Harry jumped to his feet and pointed his wand at his huge uncle.
"You shut up! You shut up right now!" This time it was Harry who was spitting. His uncle just smirked.
"I know you can't do anything to me. You'll get in trouble with...them." Vernon pointed a stubby finger at Harry and huffed, "If I ever, ever catch anyone in here besides you, it's your hide, and theirs." He slammed the door shut and heaved himself back down the stairs. Harry angrily threw himself back on the bed and glared at the ceiling.
'How dare he! My parents were good people!' Harry was screaming at himself. He decided that it would do no good to think about it, and got himself up to get his things ready.
'I'm going back. I'm really going back this time!' An incredibly goofy grin spread across his face as he was filled with glee.
Harry had gathered most of his things when he heard four pops. In his room now there was Fred, George, Mad Eye Moody, and Tonks.
"Harry! Good to see you, man! Damn, you're as skinny as a rail! What are they feeding you around here?" the bubbly woman said with mock concern. She smiled and Harry ran over to greet them.
"So, how are we going to get there?" asked Harry, looking from Fred to Mad Eye. George opened his mouth to say something but Tonks hushed him.
"I'm afraid we must take the Knight Bus Harry, we don't really have much choice," Mad Eye growled. His eye was swiveling around so fast it made Harry's head spin.
"Alrighty then, now that we've gotten all of that cleared up...Locomotor trunks!" Tonks said with a flick of her wand.
Harry grabbed Hedwig and followed the other three downstairs. The smile was still on his face and he never could remember being so happy.
'Maybe someone put a Cheering Charm on me...' he thought to himself.
Tonks, Fred, and Mad Eye were already out of the door before Harry could get to the bottom of the stairs. He jumped the remaining two, and jogged over by George. They walked outside and Tonks whistled. The huge two decker bus came storming around the corner, almost hitting several street lights on the way. It came to an abrupt stop in front of where Harry was standing, so he picked up Hedwig and walked over to the entrance.
"'Arry! So good to see you again! Make yourself at home!" the acne-faced teenager he knew as Stan spoke happily. Moody just growled and Tonks smiled at the kid. She brought the trunks to the back of the car and sat herself on one of the raggedy couches bolted to the floor. Harry smiled sadly and looked over at the pink haired woman.
"I think I might go upstairs for awhile. I'm still really tired," he said with an awkward look to Tonks and Moody.
"Go on Harry. Young kids need their rest," Mad Eye said gruffly before taking a swig out of his silver flask.
"Thanks." Harry walked up the narrow stairs and came into the upper floor just as the Knight Bus took off. He was thrown onto the nearest bed that unfortunately had someone occupying it. Harry frantically got up.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry! I, uh, didn't really know it was going to take off like-" The person under the white sheet brought himself up to a sitting position and Harry scowled and narrowed his jade-green eyes.
"Malfoy." Harry spat at the man sitting in the bed.
"Potter."
Terin
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