A Boy Called Boy (ON HOLD)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,332
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Boy Called Boy
Author’s note: Just something that got stuck in my mind. Tell me if it sounds interesting. This will be continued based on your reviews!
Prologue
The blond haired boy sat by the lake with an anguished expression on his pale face. Dressed in expensive blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a very expensive jacket he looked out of place in this rural part of town known for its gang violence, prostitution, murders and other illegal activity. Even the cops were skeptical about working this side of The Alley.
But 16 year old Draco Malfoy didn’t care. He just got one a bus and got off after the driver said it was the last stop and demanded he get off. He didn’t care about anything anymore. His life was over. His beloved cousin ,Tonk,s was gone and no one could bring her back.
She was the one person who got him, the only one who understood the thoughts and fears and doubts he had. Only she knew what why he did some of the things he did and she was the only person he had ever loved, he couldn’t even bring himself to love his parents.
That was why he ran. They were after him. Without his cousin’s help and influence his parents would ship him off to military school where they could spend all HIS money that Tonks left him which he couldn’t touch until his eighteenth birthday. Not only that but they wanted to betroth him to some pug hag named…Panty? It’s the fucking 21st century! People are planning on banning light bulbs but unfortunately no one thought it important to ban betrothals. Whatever, it didn’t matter.
Life just isn’t fair sometimes.
Sighing and wiping the stray tears that had leaked from his eyes he stood up and squared his lean shoulders, took a deep breath and started back the way he came, only…he didn’t know exactly which…way…that…was.
He wasn’t lost! Or anything like that…he was just…
Confused! Yeah that’s it…yeah.
Turning the way he thought he came, he walked down the irregular path toward the “exit”. After about 10 minutes he finally admitted to himself that he was seriously and hopelessly lost.
Damn.
Looking around he saw that there were three routs he could take and, doing what any sane person does when in doubt of an answer, he went “eenie meenie minie moe”.
He was at “if you ever let it go…” with his hand pointing to the middle path when a sound caught his attention. Barely audible, but from the pathetic, almost *whining*, noises coming from it in such an isolated place, it stood out like a man in a thong bikini contest.
Looking around Draco spotted an owl, its beautiful white feathers coved in its own blood. The fact that where would an owl come from at this time of the day didn’t come to him (probably around three in the afternoon) . All Draco cared about was the almost severed left wing.
Who could have done this, he wondered as he cautiously approached the seriously wounded bird. Taking of this jacket, paying no attention to the fact that it cost a thousand dollars, he gently scooped up the owl mindful of its injuries. Getting up and about to go down *any* path to find a way out and get the poor owl to the nearest vet when a growling voice stopped him.
“What the fuck did you do to my owl?!”
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What do you think; interested? Its all up to you. Please review or I won’t know!
Prologue
The blond haired boy sat by the lake with an anguished expression on his pale face. Dressed in expensive blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a very expensive jacket he looked out of place in this rural part of town known for its gang violence, prostitution, murders and other illegal activity. Even the cops were skeptical about working this side of The Alley.
But 16 year old Draco Malfoy didn’t care. He just got one a bus and got off after the driver said it was the last stop and demanded he get off. He didn’t care about anything anymore. His life was over. His beloved cousin ,Tonk,s was gone and no one could bring her back.
She was the one person who got him, the only one who understood the thoughts and fears and doubts he had. Only she knew what why he did some of the things he did and she was the only person he had ever loved, he couldn’t even bring himself to love his parents.
That was why he ran. They were after him. Without his cousin’s help and influence his parents would ship him off to military school where they could spend all HIS money that Tonks left him which he couldn’t touch until his eighteenth birthday. Not only that but they wanted to betroth him to some pug hag named…Panty? It’s the fucking 21st century! People are planning on banning light bulbs but unfortunately no one thought it important to ban betrothals. Whatever, it didn’t matter.
Life just isn’t fair sometimes.
Sighing and wiping the stray tears that had leaked from his eyes he stood up and squared his lean shoulders, took a deep breath and started back the way he came, only…he didn’t know exactly which…way…that…was.
He wasn’t lost! Or anything like that…he was just…
Confused! Yeah that’s it…yeah.
Turning the way he thought he came, he walked down the irregular path toward the “exit”. After about 10 minutes he finally admitted to himself that he was seriously and hopelessly lost.
Damn.
Looking around he saw that there were three routs he could take and, doing what any sane person does when in doubt of an answer, he went “eenie meenie minie moe”.
He was at “if you ever let it go…” with his hand pointing to the middle path when a sound caught his attention. Barely audible, but from the pathetic, almost *whining*, noises coming from it in such an isolated place, it stood out like a man in a thong bikini contest.
Looking around Draco spotted an owl, its beautiful white feathers coved in its own blood. The fact that where would an owl come from at this time of the day didn’t come to him (probably around three in the afternoon) . All Draco cared about was the almost severed left wing.
Who could have done this, he wondered as he cautiously approached the seriously wounded bird. Taking of this jacket, paying no attention to the fact that it cost a thousand dollars, he gently scooped up the owl mindful of its injuries. Getting up and about to go down *any* path to find a way out and get the poor owl to the nearest vet when a growling voice stopped him.
“What the fuck did you do to my owl?!”
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What do you think; interested? Its all up to you. Please review or I won’t know!