My Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
14,994
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling. I do not make any money from this story and no plagerism is intended.
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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Three:
I have waited for more than two hours for my boy. If I wasn’t a Malfoy I would be frustrated but a Malfoy is never frazzled (though the heard of redheads entering the platform doesn’t help in that department).
I sigh as I glance down at my wristwatch, noting the time and the fact that the Hogwarts express will be leaving in less than 15 minutes. If my boy doesn’t hurry up the train will leave and I won’t allow him to be stranded here on his own. Someone might try to take him from me.
When I glance up from my platinum watch I see my boy walking from the entrance of platform 9 ¾ with someone’s arm thrown over his shoulder. I can’t help but growl at the idiot redhead’s forward behavior with my property. I stalk forward, grabbing my boy’s wrist as I snatch him from the redhead’s clutches.
“Wh-what are you doing?” My boy asks, clearly frazzled at my behavior. I am shocked as well because never have I shown this much emotion in front of anyone, not at the Manor and definitely not in public.
“What are you doing with him?” I growl out, nodding my head in the redhead’s direction. My boy turns his head to see who I’m talking about and when he sees the redhead a soft smile graces his lips. I shake him a little to get his attention again, growling in possessiveness—only I should be able to make my boy smile like that. Me, just me; not some idiot bloody redhead.
I am taken from my thoughts as my boy snatches his wrist away from me, rubbing it softly with his other hand. For a second I feel bad that I have hurt him for it is clear that a red handprint is blossoming on his pale wrist, however, that feeling is quickly squashed as my boy deserved it. He has let someone else touch him and clearly he has forgotten who he belongs to so now he has a mark to remind him I think to myself as I justify my earlier, very un-Malfoy like behavior.
“Those are the Weasleys,” my boy says softly as he runs his fingers through his messy locks. My fingers twitch as I get the urge to do the same, to run my fingers through his soft silky hair. But I stop myself from doing anything else in this very public place.
“Come on, let us go to my compartment. I’ve been waiting for you,” I say to my boy seductively, as I have seen Mother and Father do when they try to distract their toys from earlier faux pas. The boy nods as if he is in a daze and I am sure he is enamored with me, even more so after meeting those wretched Weasleys.
I give the Weasley boy a smirk of superiority as I take my boy’s elbow, ushering him onto the train and to the Malfoy compartment. Lucky for me almost everyone is in a compartment so It doesn’t take too long to get my boy settled in.
As I sit next to my boy I smirk as I place my hand on his knee. I can see his face flush that cherry red that I love so much as I lean in closer, rubbing my nose through his hair. Abruptly my boy stands up, taking a few steps away from me.
“Wha—what do you think that you are doing, Mr. Malfoy?” My boy says as he twitches nervously. I smirk up at him as I shrug, crossing my legs in a very nonchalant manner.
“You know you can call me Draco, and I never did get your name.”
“Oh, um ok…Draco. I’m Harry.”
“Harry?” I ask in disbelief, the name was just so…plain.
“Yes, well it’s actually Harold but most people just—”
“Yes, of course, Harry it is.” I say, cringing inwardly at the name Harold. Suddenly Harry sounds a thousand times better.
“So, what house do you think you’ll get in, Harry?”
“House?” My boy asks in the most adorable confused manner possible.
“Yes, your house at Hogwarts, and please do sit down, you are making me feel like a bad host.”
“Oh…er, ok.” Mumbles Harry as he sits across from me. I smirk as I lean forward in Harry’s direction. As I suspected he flattens his back against the wall, leaning away from me. I chuckle darkly as I eye him up and down: the game is only fun if one gives a little chase.
“I shall be in Slytherin,” I say as I lean back against the wall. I can see my boy let out a relieved sigh as I lean away from him.
“Oooh, that’s what you’re talking about,” Harry says enthusiastically. “Ron says he’ll be in Gryffindor because all of his fam—”
“Oh, please do not mention that bloody weasel in my presence. Harry those wizards are blood traitors, you shouldn’t consort with them.”
“Blood traitors?” Harry says softly.
“Yes, you know, muggle lovers. By Merlin, the Weaselys’ are almost worst than the Potter brat!” Just the thought of those bloody Weasleys and idiot perfect Potter set my blood boiling.
“Er, I have to use the loo,” My boy says as he stands up, face paler than usual as he quickly leaves my compartment. I frown slightly at his hasty exit but shrug it off as I change into my Hogwarts’ robes. One should always be prepared and as a Malfoy I was expected to set the example.
Tbc…
Chapter Three:
I have waited for more than two hours for my boy. If I wasn’t a Malfoy I would be frustrated but a Malfoy is never frazzled (though the heard of redheads entering the platform doesn’t help in that department).
I sigh as I glance down at my wristwatch, noting the time and the fact that the Hogwarts express will be leaving in less than 15 minutes. If my boy doesn’t hurry up the train will leave and I won’t allow him to be stranded here on his own. Someone might try to take him from me.
When I glance up from my platinum watch I see my boy walking from the entrance of platform 9 ¾ with someone’s arm thrown over his shoulder. I can’t help but growl at the idiot redhead’s forward behavior with my property. I stalk forward, grabbing my boy’s wrist as I snatch him from the redhead’s clutches.
“Wh-what are you doing?” My boy asks, clearly frazzled at my behavior. I am shocked as well because never have I shown this much emotion in front of anyone, not at the Manor and definitely not in public.
“What are you doing with him?” I growl out, nodding my head in the redhead’s direction. My boy turns his head to see who I’m talking about and when he sees the redhead a soft smile graces his lips. I shake him a little to get his attention again, growling in possessiveness—only I should be able to make my boy smile like that. Me, just me; not some idiot bloody redhead.
I am taken from my thoughts as my boy snatches his wrist away from me, rubbing it softly with his other hand. For a second I feel bad that I have hurt him for it is clear that a red handprint is blossoming on his pale wrist, however, that feeling is quickly squashed as my boy deserved it. He has let someone else touch him and clearly he has forgotten who he belongs to so now he has a mark to remind him I think to myself as I justify my earlier, very un-Malfoy like behavior.
“Those are the Weasleys,” my boy says softly as he runs his fingers through his messy locks. My fingers twitch as I get the urge to do the same, to run my fingers through his soft silky hair. But I stop myself from doing anything else in this very public place.
“Come on, let us go to my compartment. I’ve been waiting for you,” I say to my boy seductively, as I have seen Mother and Father do when they try to distract their toys from earlier faux pas. The boy nods as if he is in a daze and I am sure he is enamored with me, even more so after meeting those wretched Weasleys.
I give the Weasley boy a smirk of superiority as I take my boy’s elbow, ushering him onto the train and to the Malfoy compartment. Lucky for me almost everyone is in a compartment so It doesn’t take too long to get my boy settled in.
As I sit next to my boy I smirk as I place my hand on his knee. I can see his face flush that cherry red that I love so much as I lean in closer, rubbing my nose through his hair. Abruptly my boy stands up, taking a few steps away from me.
“Wha—what do you think that you are doing, Mr. Malfoy?” My boy says as he twitches nervously. I smirk up at him as I shrug, crossing my legs in a very nonchalant manner.
“You know you can call me Draco, and I never did get your name.”
“Oh, um ok…Draco. I’m Harry.”
“Harry?” I ask in disbelief, the name was just so…plain.
“Yes, well it’s actually Harold but most people just—”
“Yes, of course, Harry it is.” I say, cringing inwardly at the name Harold. Suddenly Harry sounds a thousand times better.
“So, what house do you think you’ll get in, Harry?”
“House?” My boy asks in the most adorable confused manner possible.
“Yes, your house at Hogwarts, and please do sit down, you are making me feel like a bad host.”
“Oh…er, ok.” Mumbles Harry as he sits across from me. I smirk as I lean forward in Harry’s direction. As I suspected he flattens his back against the wall, leaning away from me. I chuckle darkly as I eye him up and down: the game is only fun if one gives a little chase.
“I shall be in Slytherin,” I say as I lean back against the wall. I can see my boy let out a relieved sigh as I lean away from him.
“Oooh, that’s what you’re talking about,” Harry says enthusiastically. “Ron says he’ll be in Gryffindor because all of his fam—”
“Oh, please do not mention that bloody weasel in my presence. Harry those wizards are blood traitors, you shouldn’t consort with them.”
“Blood traitors?” Harry says softly.
“Yes, you know, muggle lovers. By Merlin, the Weaselys’ are almost worst than the Potter brat!” Just the thought of those bloody Weasleys and idiot perfect Potter set my blood boiling.
“Er, I have to use the loo,” My boy says as he stands up, face paler than usual as he quickly leaves my compartment. I frown slightly at his hasty exit but shrug it off as I change into my Hogwarts’ robes. One should always be prepared and as a Malfoy I was expected to set the example.
Tbc…