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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
14,585
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 2: Intrigue
Starting with Chapter Six when Malfoy exits Harry’s train compartment (PS)
Draco was furious. No one had ever turned down Draco Malfoy on any offer of friendship in his life! Didn’t Potter know who he was, who his father was?
Though the prat had more fame and recognition than he did, Draco couldn’t help but feel that he was equal, if slightly superior, to Potter. They could’ve made friends, Draco could’ve added the famous Harry Potter to his list of allies, and he probably would’ve been able to impress his father by making so gracious a connection so early in school.
But no! Because of Potter’s stupid friend, Draco was forced to retreat from a battle without having accomplished his goal, which ran counter-intuitive to everything he had ever been taught. This pissed Draco off to no end, and for the rest of the train ride he demanded that Crabbe and Goyle stand outside and leave him to his solitude.
His father had taught him to punish those that offended him; now, Draco decided that he should now follow that advice.
But how? He could physically hurt him (well, not by him, but Crabbe and Goyle could pummel Harry). Or, he could wage an emotional war, berating him whenever he could – he had had plenty of experience with that towards house elves and mudbloods in the past, and it worked quite well.
No...no...no...Draco realized that he couldn’t pass a million insults onto Potter, if they had any hope of ever reconciling and becoming allies. He couldn’t say why, but Draco could not push out the desire to get to know Potter better. For some reason, the other boy intrigued him beyond all the others that he had met so far.
But why did he feel this way? Still fuming, Draco began running down the list of what Potter was to him...handsome, for a boy; rich, for his father had told him that the Potters had been almost as rich as them in their prime; talented, for who else could defeat the Dark Lord when still an infant? More importantly, though, Harry was someone that he actually liked because he was unique and different from all those that he had known in the past. He wasn’t a pretentious prick, and to be honest, his humility was a bit endearing.
Perhaps, Draco thought whilst staring out the window, I’ll let him know just what he’s missing. That’s it! Once Potter sees all that I have to offer him, he’ll never want to be friends with the Weasel again.
***And so it begins***
Draco was furious. No one had ever turned down Draco Malfoy on any offer of friendship in his life! Didn’t Potter know who he was, who his father was?
Though the prat had more fame and recognition than he did, Draco couldn’t help but feel that he was equal, if slightly superior, to Potter. They could’ve made friends, Draco could’ve added the famous Harry Potter to his list of allies, and he probably would’ve been able to impress his father by making so gracious a connection so early in school.
But no! Because of Potter’s stupid friend, Draco was forced to retreat from a battle without having accomplished his goal, which ran counter-intuitive to everything he had ever been taught. This pissed Draco off to no end, and for the rest of the train ride he demanded that Crabbe and Goyle stand outside and leave him to his solitude.
His father had taught him to punish those that offended him; now, Draco decided that he should now follow that advice.
But how? He could physically hurt him (well, not by him, but Crabbe and Goyle could pummel Harry). Or, he could wage an emotional war, berating him whenever he could – he had had plenty of experience with that towards house elves and mudbloods in the past, and it worked quite well.
No...no...no...Draco realized that he couldn’t pass a million insults onto Potter, if they had any hope of ever reconciling and becoming allies. He couldn’t say why, but Draco could not push out the desire to get to know Potter better. For some reason, the other boy intrigued him beyond all the others that he had met so far.
But why did he feel this way? Still fuming, Draco began running down the list of what Potter was to him...handsome, for a boy; rich, for his father had told him that the Potters had been almost as rich as them in their prime; talented, for who else could defeat the Dark Lord when still an infant? More importantly, though, Harry was someone that he actually liked because he was unique and different from all those that he had known in the past. He wasn’t a pretentious prick, and to be honest, his humility was a bit endearing.
Perhaps, Draco thought whilst staring out the window, I’ll let him know just what he’s missing. That’s it! Once Potter sees all that I have to offer him, he’ll never want to be friends with the Weasel again.
***And so it begins***