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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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3
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3,494
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20
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Storm
A/N: Yes, I’m back again! I thought I wouldn’t update again before the end of exams but hey, this chapter just struck me while I was eating my lunch… I originally toyed with making this a one-shot and if enough people want it, I may do that again sometime later; for now, it’s part of this story…
“Potter! This crap in a pot is really starting to piss me off! And what the hell is… Potter! What the hell are you doing?!” asked Malfoy incredulously upon finding a shaking lump of what appeared to be all the contents of both their bags.
When an unintelligible mumble was all the response he got, he decided to go see for himself.
However, if anyone had told him that after digging through a pile of clothing, food and every other thing they had in their bags, he would find a quivering Harry Potter, almighty Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One and Saviour of the Wizarding World, with tears blurring his eyes, he would have declared them irreparably insane. And yet, that’s just what he found.
“Potter…” he began cautiously, “Are you… er… okay?”
“Oh, piss off, Malfoy! I’m sure you’d just laugh…” came the slightly choked reply from Harry, who was still trying to bury himself under the assorted items.
“Mm… is that so… now I really want to know…” smirked Malfoy but was cut off rather rudely by the sound of thunder from the storm outside and an even louder squeal from the man under the covers before he burrowed himself fully under.
Finally putting the pieced together, Malfoy merely burst out laughing. Eventually, he was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face and was clutching his side.
“Don’t tell… me… that… Boy… Wonder... is afraid of…. STORMS!” he howled amid peals of laughter.
However, before he knew it, a flash of something had seemed to come out from the quivering pile on the floor and hit him hard enough that he blacked out with the force of it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Blearily opening his eyelids, Draco vaguely noted that there seemed to be a lot of light and noise considering he was in a god-forsaken hut with only Potter and the storm outside.
Sitting up a bit more, he noted that he now seemed to be inside a little house somewhere though the occupants didn’t even glance at him. He’d never seen these people before; one was a horrible looking woman with a face like a horse and a voice that screeched even worse whenever she laughed at some small box in the corner. The other was a large, beefy man and finally, what looked to be a baby-whale with who-knew-how-many chins of fat wobbling as he sat eating and watching the box.
There seemed to be a storm going on outside however none of the three occupants minded as they all sat huddled in the sitting room with hot cocoa, that strange, flashing box and the fireplace.
“Oh God, I should’ve known something like this would happen! Fuck Dumbledore and his idiotic ideas!” grumbled a familiar voice near him. Spinning around, Draco was confronted with a disgruntled looking Potter.
“Potter! Where… what the hell is all this!” yelled Draco, slightly panicked.
Draco immediately decided that he did not like being on the receiving end of the particular glare being sported by none other than his rival.
“We, Malfoy,” spat Harry, “are in one of my bloody memories because apparently my bloody magic got out of control with the bloody storm and pulled you in too…”
“Who are those people then?” asked Draco, genuinely confused as he didn’t see a miniature version of his rival anywhere.
“The muggles I used to live with.” Came the short reply before a banging noise alerted his attention.
“THAT BOY!!!!” yelled the fat man, a vein in his temple throbbing nastily as he stormed to the back door and flung it open before grabbing something roughly.
Looking closer, Draco was horrified to realise that he had grabbed the hair of a skinny little boy and was bodily dragging him into the house, sopping clothing and all.
The skinny little boy in question appeared to be none other than his rival; the birds-nest of hair and broken glasses were unmistakeable. However, he had many more bruises on his tiny body than Draco ever remembered the older Potter having. He was wearing a pair of oversized sweat-pants that seemed to hang off his thin frame and nothing else.
“Did you finish all I told you to do, boy?” spat the man nastily, seemingly uncaring that this little boy had been out in a storm with only a pair of sweat-pants on.
“Y-yes, U-uncle V-V-Vernon…” stammered the boy shivering with what Draco suspected was a combination of fear and tremendous cold.
“Good. Now get in that cupboard and DON’T disturb me again or you will regret it, boy. Understand!” he yelled in his face before dragging him to the staircase near where Draco and the older Potter stood and throwing him unceremoniously into the cupboard there.
Not long after the man had returned to his family, Draco could hear soft sobs and the slight sound of teeth chattering coming from the cupboard before he felt a tugging at his navel and blacked out once more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Potter!” gasped Draco, sitting bolt upright, feeling sick at what he had just witnessed.
“Yeah, what?” grunted Harry quietly, still slightly huddled under his make-shift burrow.
“You… that… was that real?!” he finally settled for asking.
“No, Malfoy” began Harry, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I just like making up little fantasy tales about me being abused…”
“You… oh…” said Draco, for once in his life lost for words. “I’m… er… well, look, Potter, if that’s why you’re scared of storms then… well… I’m… sorry… and all for… laughing at you before and”
But once again, Draco was cut off by the sound of more thunder rocking the cabin and, not long after, the flash of lightning. Before he knew it, he had a quivering bundle of Potter in his arms.
“Hm… we really need to stop jumping into each others’ arms like this you know… Bloody Dumbledore might get some ideas...” smirked Draco, trying to lighten the mood.
Though a shaky, teary laugh was all the response he got, Draco felt a lot better and, through neither would ever admit to it later, both men took comfort in holding the other and being held in the midst of a storm, in the middle of nowhere.
A/N: There we go! Another chapter done! Remember, I might make this idea into a separate one-shot if enough people want it… woot! I finally got the HTML codes right!
Anyway, Please Review!
“Potter! This crap in a pot is really starting to piss me off! And what the hell is… Potter! What the hell are you doing?!” asked Malfoy incredulously upon finding a shaking lump of what appeared to be all the contents of both their bags.
When an unintelligible mumble was all the response he got, he decided to go see for himself.
However, if anyone had told him that after digging through a pile of clothing, food and every other thing they had in their bags, he would find a quivering Harry Potter, almighty Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One and Saviour of the Wizarding World, with tears blurring his eyes, he would have declared them irreparably insane. And yet, that’s just what he found.
“Potter…” he began cautiously, “Are you… er… okay?”
“Oh, piss off, Malfoy! I’m sure you’d just laugh…” came the slightly choked reply from Harry, who was still trying to bury himself under the assorted items.
“Mm… is that so… now I really want to know…” smirked Malfoy but was cut off rather rudely by the sound of thunder from the storm outside and an even louder squeal from the man under the covers before he burrowed himself fully under.
Finally putting the pieced together, Malfoy merely burst out laughing. Eventually, he was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face and was clutching his side.
“Don’t tell… me… that… Boy… Wonder... is afraid of…. STORMS!” he howled amid peals of laughter.
However, before he knew it, a flash of something had seemed to come out from the quivering pile on the floor and hit him hard enough that he blacked out with the force of it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Blearily opening his eyelids, Draco vaguely noted that there seemed to be a lot of light and noise considering he was in a god-forsaken hut with only Potter and the storm outside.
Sitting up a bit more, he noted that he now seemed to be inside a little house somewhere though the occupants didn’t even glance at him. He’d never seen these people before; one was a horrible looking woman with a face like a horse and a voice that screeched even worse whenever she laughed at some small box in the corner. The other was a large, beefy man and finally, what looked to be a baby-whale with who-knew-how-many chins of fat wobbling as he sat eating and watching the box.
There seemed to be a storm going on outside however none of the three occupants minded as they all sat huddled in the sitting room with hot cocoa, that strange, flashing box and the fireplace.
“Oh God, I should’ve known something like this would happen! Fuck Dumbledore and his idiotic ideas!” grumbled a familiar voice near him. Spinning around, Draco was confronted with a disgruntled looking Potter.
“Potter! Where… what the hell is all this!” yelled Draco, slightly panicked.
Draco immediately decided that he did not like being on the receiving end of the particular glare being sported by none other than his rival.
“We, Malfoy,” spat Harry, “are in one of my bloody memories because apparently my bloody magic got out of control with the bloody storm and pulled you in too…”
“Who are those people then?” asked Draco, genuinely confused as he didn’t see a miniature version of his rival anywhere.
“The muggles I used to live with.” Came the short reply before a banging noise alerted his attention.
“THAT BOY!!!!” yelled the fat man, a vein in his temple throbbing nastily as he stormed to the back door and flung it open before grabbing something roughly.
Looking closer, Draco was horrified to realise that he had grabbed the hair of a skinny little boy and was bodily dragging him into the house, sopping clothing and all.
The skinny little boy in question appeared to be none other than his rival; the birds-nest of hair and broken glasses were unmistakeable. However, he had many more bruises on his tiny body than Draco ever remembered the older Potter having. He was wearing a pair of oversized sweat-pants that seemed to hang off his thin frame and nothing else.
“Did you finish all I told you to do, boy?” spat the man nastily, seemingly uncaring that this little boy had been out in a storm with only a pair of sweat-pants on.
“Y-yes, U-uncle V-V-Vernon…” stammered the boy shivering with what Draco suspected was a combination of fear and tremendous cold.
“Good. Now get in that cupboard and DON’T disturb me again or you will regret it, boy. Understand!” he yelled in his face before dragging him to the staircase near where Draco and the older Potter stood and throwing him unceremoniously into the cupboard there.
Not long after the man had returned to his family, Draco could hear soft sobs and the slight sound of teeth chattering coming from the cupboard before he felt a tugging at his navel and blacked out once more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Potter!” gasped Draco, sitting bolt upright, feeling sick at what he had just witnessed.
“Yeah, what?” grunted Harry quietly, still slightly huddled under his make-shift burrow.
“You… that… was that real?!” he finally settled for asking.
“No, Malfoy” began Harry, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I just like making up little fantasy tales about me being abused…”
“You… oh…” said Draco, for once in his life lost for words. “I’m… er… well, look, Potter, if that’s why you’re scared of storms then… well… I’m… sorry… and all for… laughing at you before and”
But once again, Draco was cut off by the sound of more thunder rocking the cabin and, not long after, the flash of lightning. Before he knew it, he had a quivering bundle of Potter in his arms.
“Hm… we really need to stop jumping into each others’ arms like this you know… Bloody Dumbledore might get some ideas...” smirked Draco, trying to lighten the mood.
Though a shaky, teary laugh was all the response he got, Draco felt a lot better and, through neither would ever admit to it later, both men took comfort in holding the other and being held in the midst of a storm, in the middle of nowhere.
A/N: There we go! Another chapter done! Remember, I might make this idea into a separate one-shot if enough people want it… woot! I finally got the HTML codes right!
Anyway, Please Review!