Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except Draco Malfoy. (I wish).

Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?

Author: Fading101

A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better. But make sure u know what ur talking about, u don't want to make a fool of yourself now. :)

This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.


London Calling.

Chapter one

Day one

A field trip to muggle London? It seemed a good idea at the time to have a week in the muggle capital. But now? Harry wasn't too sure. It would have been great fun if he's bee paired with Ron, or any of his other friends. Only he hadn't. His partner was none other than.

.Draco Malfoy.

The pair of them glared at the other while they unpacked their bags, and Harry's eyes widened with horror as he saw that the other boy's case was neatly packed. Clothes wonderfully folded and ironed. When Harry's? Rolled up and thrown in as he felt like it. No organisation at all.

"What //are// you looking at Potter." Malfoy drawled as unfolded a linen cream shirt. Harry shook his head and pointed vaguely to Malfoy's bag. "What, its not like I have any thing better to do with my time." Harry felt his lips mouth the word 'oh' but he heard nothing.

Malfoy being Malfoy demanded he had the best bed in the hotel room. The one by the window. Harry didn't mind. In fact he was glad. He knew something Malfoy didn't. The window was jammed open. In the middle of January.

Harry woke up freezing cold, but it was nothing compared to how Malfoy looked. The blonde Slytherin was shaking like a leaf, his duvet wrapped around him, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

Harry decided to ignore the nicety of 'How are you?' because he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. However when Malfoy was up washed and dressed, he seemed in a much better mood. In fact he actually //smiled// at Harry. This caused Harry to gawk at Malfoy while he trotted down to have his breakfast.

Malfoy now seemed to be a good mood now, and Harry could not explain in a million years why. In the queue to get breakfast Malfoy looked to be jerking his head to a beat of music that didn't exist- like he was singing to himself. This went through all breakfast. Malfoy chomping away at pancakes singing to himself.

This carried on even when Ron and Neville arrived at the table. "I feel like shit." He moaned. Malfoy, looked up for a minute, mouth full, shrugged and concentrated more on his food.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"This guy." Ron said through gritted teeth jerking his head to his roommate. "Kept snoring."

"He always snores." Harry pointed out. Neville blushed scarlet.

"Yeah, normally I don't notice it, because of the drapes and stuff covering our beds."

"Why didn't you just put a silencing charm on it?" Harry suggested.

Ron face fell. And Malfoy fell into hoards of laughter. "Where will you be on the field? Fighting the fight against Voldemort. 'Oh Harry! What's the defending charm again!?'"

"Shut up Malfoy, and don't say the name."

"I'll say what I like Weasley." He got up. "Coming Potter?"

Harry nodded and scurried away to follow Malfoy, ignoring Ron's stares of disbelief and anger.

"So, what's on today's agendum?" Malfoy asked when they were out of the hotel.

"Shopping at Oxford Street." He dug into his pocket and picked up a map of London and the underground map. "We have to catch the tube to Oxford circle."

"Catch the what?" Malfoy asked his eyes alarm with fear.

"Tube, like a train that takes you places in London." Harry explained he relaxed a little.

The two of them went to the nearest station, Baker Street. "Ah." Malfoy said in recognition when he saw all of the little tiles of the famous fictional detective. "Sherlock Holmes. 21B Baker street." (A/N: correct me if I'm wrong.)

"You've heard of him?"

Malfoy burst out laughing, "Of course I have you idiot. He is after all my Great Grandfather, on my mothers side."

This time Harry laughed. "Malfoy, you can't be. He's fictional."

Malfoy had a very serious expression. "What ever gave you that idea? Of course he was real. He went to Hogwarts. In Ravenclaw though."

"You're kidding."

He shook his head. "No, sold his story to Arthur Connon Doyle. Didn't you know? Bloody hell Potter, you'd better brush up your history."

"I don't believe you."

Malfoy shrugged, "Suit yourself." There was a load noise and a large gust of wind. "That's our train. The green line."

Harry nodded and sat next to Malfoy when they were on it. And annoyingly Malfoy began to hum and even sing.

He was beginning to think Malfoy was ill.


Draco didn't believe it. He was free. His father and Voldemort had gone somewhere in France. Lucius had lefty a note saying that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with his son any more. It was childish. Just because Draco had grown out of his 'let's take over the world phase' he was disowned.

When your mother gets tortured and killed in front of you the last thing you want to do is join the person who did it.

Draco was glad, he was free. Free of all of the looks the glares and the touches that Voldemort seemed content on giving Draco. Also free of his fathers' 'discipline' as if placing your only son under the crucaitous curse was discipline.

So this summer was to be spent at Hogwarts along with Potter. Though the boy who lived had no idea what his summer had in store. Dumbledore had not yet told him what he was going to do to the boy's aunt and uncle.

Draco didn't mind that he was going to spend the holidays with a creature he loathed as long as he wasn't out to kill him. But Dumbledore seemed content on bringing to two rivals together. Hence the trip. That was why he'd placed Draco with Potter some 'bonding' time. Draco doubted whether any bonding would actual take place.

They hadn't fought so far. Though Potter did seem a bit worried about Draco's good mood. It wasn't his fault he was actually cheery once in a while. Even if it did mean that he sang.

They were on the 'tube' as Potter had called it. It was boiling. Which was a change from the temperature outside. Why was it so warm?

Potter seemed to read his mind and know a lot about the tube. "They can't fix up a good ventilation system, because it's so far underground. Also, did you know that there's a mosquito that isn't found any where else in the world living in these tubes, and rat?"

"Please, shut up Potter, that's gross." Though he did look out the window to see if he could see a rat. But the train was going too fast.

What must have been five ten minutes the train stopped at their stop and he and Potter got off and walked up a broken escalator. "Dam Muggles can't do anything right." Draco moaned, and he heard Potter sigh behind him.

"Well, they don't have magic like we do. They have electricity. This would be Mr Weasley's field day."

"Well, it's ours." Draco moaned. "And I plan to shop. Muggle style." He paused. "I don't believe I said that."

"Neither do i. Now hurry up there's a queue forming behind me."


Malfoy was definitely ill. Muggle style? It sounding like something you'd do it the bedroom. Harry shook his head and walked faster up the stairs. It was hard work there was something about climbing up escalators they were always more difficult than normal stairs.

Finally they emerged and walked down the long street. Shops there were lots of shops, and people. Harry had never really been to muggle London properly. Sure he'd been, but only when walking to Diagon Ally.

"How many 'GAPS' And 'Pizza Huts' do you need." Malfoy moaned as they paced each for a third time.

"I think that was the kids department and.well you gotta eat."

"Good point. Lunch." Malfoy turned around.

"Lunch?" Harry repeated carefully. "You want lunch?"

"Well, yeah."

"You pig. Did you even see what you had for breakfast?"

"Well I did eat it Potter, so.yeah."

Harry sighed and shook his head. How on earth could Malfoy think of eating? "I meant later Potter!" Harry waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"Is that a sport shop?" The blonde asked in awe.



So they went in. Malfoy was very interested in the footballs. He kept picking them up and bouncing them complaining that they were too soft, and couldn't break any one's arm and nothing compared to a well-aimed bludger. They got thrown out of more than one shop because the staff wasn't too impressed with Malfoys sale techniques.

He did however buy one in the third shop, the hardest he could find, though he still said it was too soft, he said that if he hit it against Golyes head enough time it might knock some sense into him.

Harry doubted it.

Malfoy was also in awe with the music CDs. In the wizarding world music comes in tubes, the size and weight of an AA battery. It was much simpler and they didn't get damaged, unlike CDs. In fact Malfoy found it deeply amusing when he saw a 'CD restorer kit' he said that he felt sorry for all of the muggle who had the lead such crummy lives.

It had been almost three hours since breakfast and they still hadn't fought not even a single name-calling. In fact they were getting along.

"What's wrong with us?" Harry said as the sat in a café, having a sandwich. "We haven't insulted each other at all. I thought one of us would go home in a body bag." Malfoy shrugged.

"Just in a good mod that's all."

"Yeah, why is that?"

Malfoy shook his head. "Nothing that concerns you Potter."

"Fine then."

Malfoy shrugged and took a bite into his tuna sandwich. "Good grub."

Harry looked at his uneaten one. He really wasn't hungry. He never had been a big eater and living with the Dursleys for fourteen years had taught him to value food when he was given it. Hence the big breakfast. That could have satisfied him for most of the day. But here was Malfoy- eating again. He was strongly reminded of Dudley. Malfoy must do exercise though. Well, he was on the Quidditch team.

So he just watched Malfoy eat and drink and grimace at the liquid he'd just drank. "What's this?" He asked.

"Coca cola. It's popular with the muggles" Malfoy took another swig.

"Not bad, once you get used to the weird taste thing."


"Not eating?"

Harry shook his head. "I was going to wait until I was actually hungry." Malfoy shook his head, and wiped his mouth looking at Harry with a peculiar look in his eyes. "What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing. Just."

There was that look again. Silver glinting in his grey eyes, platinum hair dishevelled slightly because of the draft that came every time the door opened.

"Just?" Harry prompted.


"What, what is it?"

"You should do that eye sight correction spell or get Madam Pomfrey to do it. You'd look so much better without your glasses, let your eyes shine through."

"You're not my fashion Guru Malfoy, you wouldn't be even if I had one."

Malfoy showed him his palms. "Sorry, I didn't mean offence, but I think you should do it." He leaned forward and took them, off, and Harry was left with blindness. "See?" He asked. "So much nicer."

"I can't at the moment. I haven't got my glasses on." Harry said groping for them in Malfoys hands. "I'm blind."

Malfoy found this deeply amusing and kept making them further away from him. So Harry got up and snatched them from Malfoy and put them on. The blonde was laughing. Not an evil, or manic one. A nice one, that gave Harry the shivers. Shaking his head he slumped back down and began to eat his sandwich.


Nobody ever listened to him. He was serious about Potter looking nicer without his glasses. Good looking even. Draco shook his head as he got up remembering his carrier bag with his football in it. Goyle was going to be in for a big surprise when they got back. Potter had tried to explain the rules of the game football.

It was just too confusing and sounded boring. There was only one ball for Merlin's sake.

They spent most of the afternoon walking round more shops Draco kept telling Potter to get at least a new shirt, as all of his were old and saggy. He picked out a black cotton one. When Potter tried it on with a pair of jeans Draco insisted that he buy the whole outfit. The shirt fitted well, and clung to him in all of the right places as well as the jeans. Draco had even released a breath when Potter came out of the changing room.

Reluctantly he brought it. It wasn't that expensive forty pounds for the whole thing, whatever a pound was, so he did not know why Potter was in the sour mood that he was in.

"What's wrong?"

"You. You made me buy something, and good god, I even wanted to. I felt wrong listening to you."

"Why?" Potter rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Look, it's getting on. I think we should be going back." Potter said changing the subject.

"It made you look taller." Draco said, going back to it.

"Did it?" Potter asked amazed.

"Yeah, way taller." They were going down the stairs to the station.

"Cool. Thanks." He said, jogging on ahead to buy tickets.

"No problem." Draco whispered more to himself than any one else.

They went back to the hotel, they were just in time for their six o'clock curfew, well one minute late. Snape shook his head, as he ticked there names magically off when the bolted through the double doors.

"Late boys." He sneered.

"Hardly Professor." Potter said. Snape growled at them as they made their way to the restaurant for dinner.

Weasley and Granger were already there along with Longbottom and Potter and Draco sat down next to them, looking at each other in a very strange way. Silenced followed, and uncomfortable one so Draco tried to break it.

"Who here thinks that Potter here would look better with out his glasses. I personally think that he should do the Eye sight correction spell."

Granger inspected. "Yeah I guess but.hang on. Why would you even care!"

Draco's breath caught in his throat. Why did he care?

Weasley snickered. "Perhaps he has a crush on him. No wait. That's disturbing."

"Shut up Weasley." Draco threw back lamely. But the statement lingered in him for a long while.


Dinner proved a lot more uncomfortable after Ron's outburst. For Harry and Malfoy that was. Malfoy would just keep looking at his plate playing with his food. His good mood had definitely left the building. Every time he though he wasn't looking, Malfoy would risk a look at Harry, only to shake his head and sigh miserably. Something was definitely bothering him.

"What's up?" Harry asked when they were back in their room. "Because, mood swings central here."

"My father disowned me."

"Oh god, I'm sorry."

"Potter, shut up. It's great news, why on earth do you think I'm so happy. I never have to see him or Voldemort again."

"Oh." Harry said. "Why the sudden dive then?"

Malfoy shook his head. "You should do the spell you know." He said changing the subject completely.

Harry took a step back. "I don't see why I should. They make me me. It's something normal that distinguishes me. Not like this god dam scar."

Malfoy however moved forward taking his wand out, slowly he took Harry glasses off. Putting his wand to Harry's temple he muttered something. Every thing came into focus, better than when he had had his glasses.

"I can change it back if you really want." Malfoy whispered still up close. Harry smiled and turned around to look in the mirror. The Slytherin was right, it did make a big difference, he felt suddenly more confident and his eyes did shine. He'd never noticed how bright they really were. Rays of green light, like a torch.

"You have wonderful eyes."

Harry turned around to meet Draco again; they were even closer than they were before. Neither of them moved away. "You think so?"

"Very." Malfoy's hand went up to his forehead, just above his eyes, his hands were cold and soft at the same time, and it gave Harry the shivers. He felt all the blood rush to his face. Malfoy didn't smirk of shale his head at Harry's blush, instead he moved forward, slowly Harry closed his eyes, and lightly felt Malfoys lips on his when there was a knock on the door.


Draco jumped back. What had he been thinking? He was well on his way to kissing Potter.

"Come in." Potter said rather shakily. It was Granger wanting to talk to Potter alone.

He //had// kissed Potter, very lightly very briefly but it didn't matter. He shook his head; it was just he brain it was slightly fucked at the moment. There was no other way of putting it. Just that. His father had disowned him, and his mother had died. He was just looking for someone to latch onto. Yes, that was all. Potter was the first person who was there. And they hadn't been fighting. And he had looked so dam gorgeous in that outfit, and his bright green eyes.

Weasley was right. He had a crush on Potter. This was not going to end well he //couldn't// have a crush on Potter, he just couldn't! "Fuck it." Draco said to himself kicking the wall. "Just fuck it."


A/N: That's the first chapter. I hope you like. And Begins to sings to 'Disco' R-E-V-I-E-W! Ok it doesn't fit, but I think you get the idea. :)

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