Hate Me Damn It!!!

Ok, this is my first Draco/Harry fic. Also my first fic on here. O_O Please no flames! Its been a while since the last time I wrote for something other then school. Flames will only be eaten and I will breath them back at you. ^o^ O, but just to warn you they will be VERY OOC. <3

Key: “ ” = talking
‘’ = thinking
/ / = Parseltongue

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Draco stood on the edge of Big Bens top, looking down at the muggle’s hurrying by, or stopping to look at the time or even take pictures of it. Couples were holding each other, mothers with there children were crossing the streets, walking hand in hand, entering or leaving stores, even climbing into the object’s muggle’s called ‘taxi’s” or ‘buses’. Draco didnt get why muggles liked those gas burning, noisy, loud, hot hunks of metal and rubber. But then again, muggles were strange like that. He sighed before leaning back on his broom. A Firebolt that he had stolen and painted black was his new broom, and it was about all he had left. After the war his mother & father had been killed, his home had been given to the Boy-Who-Lived for killing his father, his money had been given to the mudblood and her boy friend Weasley for killing his mother, and all his other things had been locked away. All he had now was a hand full of muggle money, a few sets of cloths, his broom, a small apartment downtown, his wand, a lap top that was two years old but kept running because of magic, & two pairs of shoes. Not what he was used to.
He crossed his arms and leaned back on the clock tower. He shivered when a gust of wind hit him. He was wearing a long sleeved black sweater, black jeans and a pair of black and green tennis-shoes. His shoulder length blonde hair was whipped around when the wind blew again. Yes, over the 3 years since the war was ended Draco had let his hair grow out. He needed to. He was on the run. Because he WAS a death eater, the M.O.M. decided he needed to either die, go to Azkaban, or become a slave to one of the goody goody’s who had won the war. Neither sounded very fun to Draco.
So here he was, on the run from every witch and wizard out there. Posters with what they thought him to look like were hung in every street of every area magical people walked. To muggles they didnt move, but in the magic area they did. They showed him spitting at Harry. Not something Draco was proud of...much.
Draco picked up his broom and sat on it. “Well, I better get home. Merlin forbid I get caught. Or miss work...” he muttered to the wind. He hated his job. But the pay wasn’t bad, and his boss was nice to him. Problem was...he was a male stripper. The only job he could get, other wise he wouldn’t even think about it. Another thing that had happened to him was...he had turned gay. Yes, Draco Malfoy, the ice prince of Hogwarts, was gay. He hadn’t been with any one yet, but he did have fantasies and he did...ehem watch muggle porn every once in a while on his lap top.
Draco was deep in thought, but suddenly he felt a strong magical presence close to him. This was something he had learned over the years, along with how to teleport him self over seas if he wished and some wandless he had also learned a bit of Parseltongue, and trust him. It wasn’t easy. Draco swore under his breath, remembering he had left his wand back at his house. Draco prepared for the worse, quickly scanning his mind for any wandless magic he had picked up. The person or thing was close to him, half on top of him. He wheeled around just as the being had closed in on him, and pointed his hand at the person.
“...Draco?”
That voice. That voice, it belonged to the boy Draco had hated half his life, the boy who had made him a orphan, the boy who Draco imagined was pounding him into the mattress every time he wanked off to gay porn on his lap top...
Harry Bloody Potter was in front of him on a firebolt, looking as shocked as Draco felt at the moment.
“Draco? Is that really you?” Harry asked the stunned blonde. Harry had changed as well. His bulky glasses were gone, replaced by contacts, his skin was a bit paler, he wore a red sleeveless shirt which showed his newly toned arms quite nicely, his legs were a bit longer which meant if he would stand he would probably stand he would be much taller, his hair was longer, going to the back of his neck and past his ears. His scar was no longer there any more, and he looked pretty much like a male model. The song Im To Sexy by Right Said Fred popped into Draco’s mind, and he had to stifle a laugh as he imaged Harry walking down a cat walk to that song. He cleared his throat, and dropped his arm before looking back at the confused Gryffindor. “Yes its me Potter. Its me, Draco Malfoy. In the flesh. Happy to see me?” he sneered at Harry. Harry’s shocked face turned into a small glare. “Your still the same old ice prince, Draco.” Harry replied in a tone that made Draco shiver a bit. ‘When did he start to call me Draco...?’ Draco thought puzzled. “I thought you were dead.” Harry said, once again breaking Draco’s thoughts. “Nope. Alive, dirt poor, on the run...all that fucken fun. And it’s all thanks to you, Potter.” ,Draco growled at Harry, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Im going home. I need my rest.” Draco turned to leave, eager to get away from the new Harry and take care of a...little problem. “DON’T MOVE DRACO!” ,Harry shouted at Draco, removing his wand and pointing it at the blonde, “Get off the broom, and put your hands in the air.”
Draco did get off the broom, to Harry’s surprise, but he turned his head and faced the Boy-Who-Lived. “Catch me if you can Potter.” Draco said in a deep seductive voice ,that formed goose bumps on Harry’s arm, and he jumped over the edge of Big Ben! Harry raced his broom over to the edge and peered down, but was almost knocked off his broom as Draco zoomed past him, flying straight into the night’s sky. Harry’s head snapped upward just in time to catch Draco flying away from the clock. Harry kicked off the roof and flew at top speed after Draco. Draco looked back at Harry, and laughed like a child. “Come and get me Potter!!” Draco yelled at the brown haired man, before standing up on his broom like it was a surf board. Harry was pretty sure his eyes half popped out of his head. ‘That’s suicide!’ Harry thought, a image of a dead Draco lying on the hard ,cold ground flashed in his mind. Harry shook his head, banishing the thought, before pulling out his wand and pointing it at Draco. He shouted a spell, trying to stop Draco from certain death. Draco muttered a spell that stuck his feet to the broom, before bending over and grabbing the front of his broom. He pulled hard missing the spell by inches. He could feel its heat on his back as he shot straight up into the black sky.
Harry knew at that moment that this was definitely NOT the Draco Malfoy he had been with in school. This Draco was...to dare-devilish. Sure Draco used to take dares every once in a while, but Harry knew this was to much. But Harry had no choice, he had to get Draco. It was his job, and ...his duty to a fellow class mate. Harry sped up before shooting him self into the air after Draco. The former ice price gave out a whoop of excitement as he pushed his broom to go faster and faster, buildings becoming flashes & blurs of color and light. Suddenly Draco made a right down a alley way, barley avoiding the walls of the buildings next to him. Harry, less daring/ suicidal then Draco raced above the buildings, flinging spells at Draco to either slow him or stop him, witch all missed. Draco suddenly slowed, lifted his hand and flew into a window. Harry dived into the alley, awaiting to hear a scream or shout from the people inside...but there was none. Harry flung out his invisibility cloak and draped it over him. He flew slowly to the window, and peeked into the room. The room was a simple room, but the walls were painted a dark green. A couch, which must also be the bed for it had a wool blanket and a green throw pillow on it, a over stuffed black chair, a coffee table and a small tray table next to the couch which held a lap top was the only furniture in the small living room. A beat up t.v. sat on the coffee table, next to small speakers and a small metal money box. The kitchen was open and next to the living room. The floor was made up of ivory colored tiles, and the walls were a lighter green then the living rooms. There was a small black table against a wall with two chairs, a old bent up fridge, a dish washer that looked close to breaking down, a small microwave resting on the cupboard, a sink, and four oak wood cabinets hanging over the cupboard. ‘Who the bloody hell lives here?’ Harry thought, looking the trashy, broken down apartment. Suddenly Draco came out of a room that must have been the bathroom, and he flopped down on the couch. The blonde looked like a cat that was full on cream, smirking smugly to him self. “Ahhh. Yet again, Draco the great gets away!” he shouted into the air. Harry suddenly appeared in the room, still hidden by the cloak. His plan was to simply stun the blonde, and regrettably take him to the ministry. Draco suddenly looked at the place Harry stood, and Harry froze. Draco frowned a tad bit, before waving his hand. Harry’s cloak flew off him, and Draco swore under his breath as he scrambled up. “Stupefy!” Harry shouted, flinging a spell at Draco. The spell hit and Draco hit the ground, but also hit his head on the coffee table. Harry’s eyes widened, and he rushed to Draco. He bent down next to him, checking him over, also casting a spell that unfroze Draco. Harry checked his head but couldn’t find any blood, but Draco wasn’t waking. Harry groaned as he figured out what he needed to do. Mouth-to-mouth.
Harry propped Draco’s head up with his hand, opened Draco’s mouth, and pressed his lips to Draco’s. Before he could breath any air into Draco arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. The lips pressed to his pushed harder to his. Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as a tongue entered his mouth. Harry wanted to pull away but...damn! Draco was a good kisser! Wait...Draco was kissing him? Harry’s mind stopped at that. Draco. Kissing. Him! Harry felt the tongue rub on his, and before he knew it he was kissing back and his tongue was rubbing back. Moments before Harry thought he would pass out, Draco pulled back with a smile. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at Harry. “Damn Potter. You’re a good kisser.”


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ok, thats all I got for now! I’ll update when I can. Please review! Please! *makes a puppy dog face*