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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
21,173
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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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.
Chapter II
II"¦
Hey your glass is empty
It's a hell of a long way home
---Sarah McLachlan
Time went faster then Harry had wanted. He was packed up, on the train, and spending the last few hours with Hermione and Ron that he would be able to for a while. Harry was careful not too say that he would be spending at least a few months at the Malfoy's mansion. Hermione seemed to be trying not to b int into tears, it was strange how, subconsciously, she managed to pick up on things.
She kept touching Harry lightly as they sat side by side in the train, Ron on his other side. The redhead seemed quite oblivious, talking about how he was going to go and work with Charlie and the dragons until he found his own calling. He chattered on about how he couldn't wait to get close to the creatures his brother worked with.
Too soon it was over, and Harry stood on the platform, giving Ron and Ginny his goodbye hugs. He said goodbye to Hermione last, letting the short brown haired girl wrap her arms around him.
"Be safe, Harry."
By Merlin, it was almost like she knew. "I'll be fine, Hermione, I'll see you at Ron's for my eighteenth, right?"
"You bet, come on "˜Mione!" Ron wanted to get going, "we have a Muggle train to catch to your place, and we're late." He grabbed her arm, both he and Ginny waving as they disappeared around a corner.
"Sad to see them go, Potter?"
Draco's movements were silent even in Muggle clothing. He was wearing dark slacks, a dark blue velvet long sleeved shirt fitting across his upper body. His robes were slung in the crook of one arm, his silvery blonde hair brushed back off his face. Harry felt like a grub in his old tatty jeans that had been Dudley's and the hand made jumper from Mrs. Weasley that he got at Christmas.
He bit back the scratchy retort, instead sighing and settling for a polite response. "Yes, Malfoy, I'm going to miss them."
Draco sniffed, seemingly ignoring the comment. "Come on, we've got some things to do before we head for home."
"What about our stuff?" Harry almost had to run to keep up with Draco's purposeful strides. They were the same hight, but somehow Draco had this ability to make him feel small and insignificant.
"It'll be sent on ahead. Come on, Potter, we have to go shopping."
"Shopping?"
"You're not meeting my father like that. You look like a pauper. Hurry up, I want to get home."
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Hey your glass is empty
It's a hell of a long way home
---Sarah McLachlan
Time went faster then Harry had wanted. He was packed up, on the train, and spending the last few hours with Hermione and Ron that he would be able to for a while. Harry was careful not too say that he would be spending at least a few months at the Malfoy's mansion. Hermione seemed to be trying not to b int into tears, it was strange how, subconsciously, she managed to pick up on things.
She kept touching Harry lightly as they sat side by side in the train, Ron on his other side. The redhead seemed quite oblivious, talking about how he was going to go and work with Charlie and the dragons until he found his own calling. He chattered on about how he couldn't wait to get close to the creatures his brother worked with.
Too soon it was over, and Harry stood on the platform, giving Ron and Ginny his goodbye hugs. He said goodbye to Hermione last, letting the short brown haired girl wrap her arms around him.
"Be safe, Harry."
By Merlin, it was almost like she knew. "I'll be fine, Hermione, I'll see you at Ron's for my eighteenth, right?"
"You bet, come on "˜Mione!" Ron wanted to get going, "we have a Muggle train to catch to your place, and we're late." He grabbed her arm, both he and Ginny waving as they disappeared around a corner.
"Sad to see them go, Potter?"
Draco's movements were silent even in Muggle clothing. He was wearing dark slacks, a dark blue velvet long sleeved shirt fitting across his upper body. His robes were slung in the crook of one arm, his silvery blonde hair brushed back off his face. Harry felt like a grub in his old tatty jeans that had been Dudley's and the hand made jumper from Mrs. Weasley that he got at Christmas.
He bit back the scratchy retort, instead sighing and settling for a polite response. "Yes, Malfoy, I'm going to miss them."
Draco sniffed, seemingly ignoring the comment. "Come on, we've got some things to do before we head for home."
"What about our stuff?" Harry almost had to run to keep up with Draco's purposeful strides. They were the same hight, but somehow Draco had this ability to make him feel small and insignificant.
"It'll be sent on ahead. Come on, Potter, we have to go shopping."
"Shopping?"
"You're not meeting my father like that. You look like a pauper. Hurry up, I want to get home."
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