Desire and Disorder
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,750
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own HP, or any of the characters mentioned. I only own Mariposa Malfoy, and the idea for this story. I don't make any profit out of this, because my name isn't J.K. Rowling.
Desire and Disorder
Desire and Disorder...
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Draco's P.O.V.
Draco was ashamed, to say the least. He just got kicked to the curb by his father when they had seen a Muggle-born Healer. 'Fuck you, Healer Sotorita.' Draco thought pitifully. The first thing he thought of, was of course to go to his Mother's old house. Grimmauld Place. He still had the key somewhere. When Draco apparated to the old house, and he opened the door, he sighed quietly. It seemed almost... Deserted. Like it was.
A loud pop behind him, scared the crap out of the blonde. "Young Master Draco Malfoy! You came back! Kreacher so happy you are back!" The old house-elf screeched. Draco grimaced at the old thing. "Hello Kreacher." He dropped his stuff on the ground, and wrinkled his nose. "It's disgusting in here." He murmured when Kreacher went off to put Draco's stuff who-knows-where. "Kreacher doesn't do his work very properly."
Draco went to the kitchen, and filled a bucket with water and soap. Then, he went to clean the windows, all glassworks, the tables, the crystal chandeliers, etcetra etcetra. He sweeped and mopped the floors, washed the dishes that seemed to be there forever, and practically cleaned to every single corner of the enormous house.
When he was finally done, the first thing he did was take a shower, to get all that filth off his body. He wrapped the soft, huge towel around his body.
Draco hummed happily, putting on some music when he walked to 'his' room.
Harry's P.O.V.
Harry was pissed. Really pissed. He had just caught Ginny with Zacharias Smith. Fucking whore. He packed his stuff, attempting to go home. He grimaced slightly, thinking about what the Weasley's would say if he broke up with Ginny. He took the Floo, yelling, "12 Grimmauld Place, London!"
Harry's eyes widened. "What the Fuck happened to my house?" He wondered out loud. Of course Kreacher couldn't have done this?
"Kreacher!" He called. The old, grumpy house-elf made his appearance clear with a loud 'pop'. "Yes, Master?" He asked. "Have you cleaned the house?" Harry questioned him. "No, Master. The only living Black male has returned to the ancestral house." Kreacher replied groggily. "Who?" Harry frowned. "It would be best to see for yourself, Master."
Harry sighed. "Fine." He walked up the stairs slowly, he heard someone singing softly. He opened the door where it came from, and his eyes widened.
Draco bloody Malfoy.
Completely naked.
Dripping wet.
And Hell if it didn't look good! His mouth practically started watering.
"M-Malfoy?" Harry asked, not believing his eyes.
Malfoy turned around. "Potter?" He frowned. "What the Hell are you doing in my ancestral house?"
"Uh, I inherited it." Harry replied as casually as possible when Malfoy put on his shirt and some pajama pants. Without underwear.
He had forgotten about Ginny already. "So, why are you here?"
"My father disowned me. The only place I could think of to go was here. But I guess you're gonna to throw me out too, huh..." Malfoy looked down. Harry had never seen him like this before. Except the day in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, of course.
"I suppose you can stay... Thanks for cleaning the house, by the way."
"It was atrociously disgusting, Potter." Malfoy smirked slightly.
"Why thank you." Harry replied, a tad bit annoyed.
Malfoy looked at the wall, smiling slightly as he saw the names written on it in childish handwritings of different Blacks. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, Tonks, Sirius, Regulus, Malfoy himself, and someone named Mariposa.
"So... Do you happen to be able to cook?" Harry asked jokingly.
All Malfoy did was smirk in an amused way.
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xDemoiselleGothique: Hope you like it! Please review? Then I'll update soon. (This is written from an actual Autist's point of view, so don't worry, it won't be... Outta character).
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Draco's P.O.V.
Draco was ashamed, to say the least. He just got kicked to the curb by his father when they had seen a Muggle-born Healer. 'Fuck you, Healer Sotorita.' Draco thought pitifully. The first thing he thought of, was of course to go to his Mother's old house. Grimmauld Place. He still had the key somewhere. When Draco apparated to the old house, and he opened the door, he sighed quietly. It seemed almost... Deserted. Like it was.
A loud pop behind him, scared the crap out of the blonde. "Young Master Draco Malfoy! You came back! Kreacher so happy you are back!" The old house-elf screeched. Draco grimaced at the old thing. "Hello Kreacher." He dropped his stuff on the ground, and wrinkled his nose. "It's disgusting in here." He murmured when Kreacher went off to put Draco's stuff who-knows-where. "Kreacher doesn't do his work very properly."
Draco went to the kitchen, and filled a bucket with water and soap. Then, he went to clean the windows, all glassworks, the tables, the crystal chandeliers, etcetra etcetra. He sweeped and mopped the floors, washed the dishes that seemed to be there forever, and practically cleaned to every single corner of the enormous house.
When he was finally done, the first thing he did was take a shower, to get all that filth off his body. He wrapped the soft, huge towel around his body.
Draco hummed happily, putting on some music when he walked to 'his' room.
Harry's P.O.V.
Harry was pissed. Really pissed. He had just caught Ginny with Zacharias Smith. Fucking whore. He packed his stuff, attempting to go home. He grimaced slightly, thinking about what the Weasley's would say if he broke up with Ginny. He took the Floo, yelling, "12 Grimmauld Place, London!"
Harry's eyes widened. "What the Fuck happened to my house?" He wondered out loud. Of course Kreacher couldn't have done this?
"Kreacher!" He called. The old, grumpy house-elf made his appearance clear with a loud 'pop'. "Yes, Master?" He asked. "Have you cleaned the house?" Harry questioned him. "No, Master. The only living Black male has returned to the ancestral house." Kreacher replied groggily. "Who?" Harry frowned. "It would be best to see for yourself, Master."
Harry sighed. "Fine." He walked up the stairs slowly, he heard someone singing softly. He opened the door where it came from, and his eyes widened.
Draco bloody Malfoy.
Completely naked.
Dripping wet.
And Hell if it didn't look good! His mouth practically started watering.
"M-Malfoy?" Harry asked, not believing his eyes.
Malfoy turned around. "Potter?" He frowned. "What the Hell are you doing in my ancestral house?"
"Uh, I inherited it." Harry replied as casually as possible when Malfoy put on his shirt and some pajama pants. Without underwear.
He had forgotten about Ginny already. "So, why are you here?"
"My father disowned me. The only place I could think of to go was here. But I guess you're gonna to throw me out too, huh..." Malfoy looked down. Harry had never seen him like this before. Except the day in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, of course.
"I suppose you can stay... Thanks for cleaning the house, by the way."
"It was atrociously disgusting, Potter." Malfoy smirked slightly.
"Why thank you." Harry replied, a tad bit annoyed.
Malfoy looked at the wall, smiling slightly as he saw the names written on it in childish handwritings of different Blacks. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, Tonks, Sirius, Regulus, Malfoy himself, and someone named Mariposa.
"So... Do you happen to be able to cook?" Harry asked jokingly.
All Malfoy did was smirk in an amused way.
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xDemoiselleGothique: Hope you like it! Please review? Then I'll update soon. (This is written from an actual Autist's point of view, so don't worry, it won't be... Outta character).