Trapped in a Winter Wonderlan
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,711
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter or any characters. I do not make any money from the writing of these stories.
Ch 3
Trapped in a Winter Wonderland Ch 3
A/N: Ok, so the site deleted my account so I’ve had to upload all of my stories again. I would like to hear what people have to say about my stories (and I love getting reviews :D ). I hope you enjoy!!! Happy reading!
PS: sorry for the long wait.
R&R
‘Italics’= thoughts
Warnings: Some sexy, slashy, smutty goodness. M/M, Anal, WAFF, HJ, Oral, WIP, others to come
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“Ok, so it looks like there is enough supplies to last for about maybe two weeks” said Harry. He was puzzled as to why they would need so much food, surely who ever did this didn’t intend to leave him in the snow globe with Malfoy, alone, that long. “There’s fruit, vegetables, meats, drinks, some sweets, and some spices.”
“And how is that any good to either of us, we can’t cook.” whined Draco. All Harry could do was roll his eyes at the annoying blonde.
“For your information, I can. I cooked all the time at my aunt and uncle’s house. Well more like was forced to cook for them… oh well,” Harry said while rummaging for something to make for them both. Draco was caught off guard by this omission.
“What do you mean forced? No special treatment for Saint Potter at home?” asked Draco with a sneer. Harry turned around from his food preparations and glared at Draco.
“Not that I need to explain anything to you, but my aunt and uncle are muggles. They are not tolerant of any “weirdness” as they so put it. They abused and neglected me for the first eleven years of my life because of what my parents were. They barley tolerate my being home over the summer.” Harry was near shouting at this point. “You are much mistaken by thinking my life was some comfy cozy love fest, where everyone adored me. I didn’t even know I was a wizard or that they existed until Hagrid came and gave me my Hogwarts letter. My parents are dead, the only family I have hates me, the closest thing to a parent I had is also dead. Then I spent the last seven years or so fighting a crazed maniac who was trying to kill me and my friends. Oh! And on top of that, I’ve had to put up with yours and your friends’ shit over the past seven years as well!” At this point Harry was shouting. Draco had the decency to at least cringe and back away. Harry’s breathing was heavy as he turned back around to finish preparing the meal.
Draco was in a mild state of shock. If that was all true, which he knew most of it to be, then he is a complete and utter ass. \'Well that was nothing new. ‘Why do I keep acting like this. The guy saved my ass on more than one occasion and this is how I act. Well I certainly deserved that. Ok Draco, time to grow the fuck up. You’re not your father! You’re a better person than that. It’s time to start acting like it. It might take some time though….It’s not even like I hate him, well not any more.’ Draco, coming out of his private conversation with himself, stepped into the kitchen. Speaking tentatively he said,
“I’m sorry.” Harry was startled to say the least. He put down what he was doing and turned to face an apologetic looking Draco Malfoy, a sight he had never seen before.
“Excuse me, I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” Harry said.
“You did. I said I was sorry, and I meant it. I don’t know why I said what I did before and you had every right to tell me off. I’m not my father and never was. But I did want to please him, hence the last seven years of inexcusable behavior. I am going to try acting like a better person, although it might take some time.” All this Draco said while looking in Harry’s eyes. “Will you please except my apology?” he asked as he extended his hand towards Harry. Harry thought over all what Draco had said. He knew, more so than others, that Draco wasn’t his father. He also knew more so than others what a complete ass he could be. Harry looked into Draco’s face and could find no trace of his trademark smirk. He seemed sincere. Stepping foreward Harry grasped Draco’s outstretched hand and shook it firmly.
“I accept your apology,” was all Harry said. He let go of the blonde’s hand and turned back to preparing their meal. Draco smiled slightly and went to look around the rest of the cottage better.
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Forty minutes later and Harry was putting their meal on the small table. He had prepared a simple meal of fried fish and chips. He had also poured them both a glass of warm butterbeer. Looking around the main room of the cottage, Harry didn’t see Draco. Harry made his way to the bedroom at the back of the cottage and noticed that the door was closed so he knocked on it. When he received no answer Harry opened the door slightly. Laying on the bed was Draco. ‘He must have dozed off. I guess he’s staking his claim on the bed.’ thought Harry. ‘Best not to let the food get cold.’ Harry walked over to the edge of the bed and said,
“Malfoy…Malfoy, wake up!” Draco mumbled but otherwise did nothing. Getting no results, Harry leaned over and gently shoved the sleeping boy. “Come on Malfoy, wake up! The food is going to get cold.” Sighing, Harry walked over to the other side of the bed and, with out preamble, shoved the stubborn blonde out of the bed. Draco landed with a loud thud on the hard wooded floor.
“What the hell!” exclaimed Draco as he looked around for the reason he was on the floor. His eyes landed on a amused looking Harry Potter. Planting a glare firmly on his face Draco said, “What the hell Potter! What are you trying to do to me?”
“I was trying to wake you up. I tried being nice, but you‘re as bad as Ron.,” Draco pulled a face at the fact that he was being compared to a Weasley. “So I did what I needed to.” All this was said with a smile on his face. Turning around he walked towards the door. Just outside the door he stopped and said over his shoulder, “Oh and dinner is ready.” With that he exited the room to wash up for dinner.
Draco was very disgruntled at having been woken up so rudely. However seeing the smile that had been directed at him had blunted his anger. He knew Potter hadn’t knocked him out of bed for the fun of it, well maybe but it was more like an added bonus, he did it for a legitimate reason; food. With that reminder he pulled himself up off the floor and made his way to the bathroom. Potter was just exiting when Draco stepped in to wash his hands and fix his sleep mussed hair. When he stepped out of the bathroom Harry was sitting at the small table waiting patiently for Draco to be done. Seeing him walking out Harry turned and gave him a sheepish smile. Draco returned it with a tentative one of his own as he took a seat opposite of the other man.
“Sorry about pushing you out of the bed,” Harry said “You just weren’t waking up.”
“Yeah well, its ok. I know that I can be difficult to wake up sometimes,” Said Draco. To end the awkwardness of the conversation Draco said, “ So dinner looks great.”
“Thanks but it’s nothing special.”
“Well it’s loads better than what I could have done.”
“You know,” Harry said while cutting into his first piece of fish and not meeting the blonde’s eyes, “I could teach you how to cook, you know the muggle way, if you want that is.” Harry finally looked up at the blonde expecting an ugly smirk to be gracing his features at the offer. What he wasn’t expecting was the soft smile being directed towards him.
“I’d like that,” Draco said looking down to take a bite of his food.
“Ok then, cooking lessons, sounds good.” With that they sat in amiable silence for the rest of the meal.
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Well what do you all think? I know it took me a long time to update. I’M SORRY!!!!! Hopefully I’ll be able to do more writing now that summer has come.
As always, R&R :D
A/N: Ok, so the site deleted my account so I’ve had to upload all of my stories again. I would like to hear what people have to say about my stories (and I love getting reviews :D ). I hope you enjoy!!! Happy reading!
PS: sorry for the long wait.
R&R
‘Italics’= thoughts
Warnings: Some sexy, slashy, smutty goodness. M/M, Anal, WAFF, HJ, Oral, WIP, others to come
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“Ok, so it looks like there is enough supplies to last for about maybe two weeks” said Harry. He was puzzled as to why they would need so much food, surely who ever did this didn’t intend to leave him in the snow globe with Malfoy, alone, that long. “There’s fruit, vegetables, meats, drinks, some sweets, and some spices.”
“And how is that any good to either of us, we can’t cook.” whined Draco. All Harry could do was roll his eyes at the annoying blonde.
“For your information, I can. I cooked all the time at my aunt and uncle’s house. Well more like was forced to cook for them… oh well,” Harry said while rummaging for something to make for them both. Draco was caught off guard by this omission.
“What do you mean forced? No special treatment for Saint Potter at home?” asked Draco with a sneer. Harry turned around from his food preparations and glared at Draco.
“Not that I need to explain anything to you, but my aunt and uncle are muggles. They are not tolerant of any “weirdness” as they so put it. They abused and neglected me for the first eleven years of my life because of what my parents were. They barley tolerate my being home over the summer.” Harry was near shouting at this point. “You are much mistaken by thinking my life was some comfy cozy love fest, where everyone adored me. I didn’t even know I was a wizard or that they existed until Hagrid came and gave me my Hogwarts letter. My parents are dead, the only family I have hates me, the closest thing to a parent I had is also dead. Then I spent the last seven years or so fighting a crazed maniac who was trying to kill me and my friends. Oh! And on top of that, I’ve had to put up with yours and your friends’ shit over the past seven years as well!” At this point Harry was shouting. Draco had the decency to at least cringe and back away. Harry’s breathing was heavy as he turned back around to finish preparing the meal.
Draco was in a mild state of shock. If that was all true, which he knew most of it to be, then he is a complete and utter ass. \'Well that was nothing new. ‘Why do I keep acting like this. The guy saved my ass on more than one occasion and this is how I act. Well I certainly deserved that. Ok Draco, time to grow the fuck up. You’re not your father! You’re a better person than that. It’s time to start acting like it. It might take some time though….It’s not even like I hate him, well not any more.’ Draco, coming out of his private conversation with himself, stepped into the kitchen. Speaking tentatively he said,
“I’m sorry.” Harry was startled to say the least. He put down what he was doing and turned to face an apologetic looking Draco Malfoy, a sight he had never seen before.
“Excuse me, I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” Harry said.
“You did. I said I was sorry, and I meant it. I don’t know why I said what I did before and you had every right to tell me off. I’m not my father and never was. But I did want to please him, hence the last seven years of inexcusable behavior. I am going to try acting like a better person, although it might take some time.” All this Draco said while looking in Harry’s eyes. “Will you please except my apology?” he asked as he extended his hand towards Harry. Harry thought over all what Draco had said. He knew, more so than others, that Draco wasn’t his father. He also knew more so than others what a complete ass he could be. Harry looked into Draco’s face and could find no trace of his trademark smirk. He seemed sincere. Stepping foreward Harry grasped Draco’s outstretched hand and shook it firmly.
“I accept your apology,” was all Harry said. He let go of the blonde’s hand and turned back to preparing their meal. Draco smiled slightly and went to look around the rest of the cottage better.
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Forty minutes later and Harry was putting their meal on the small table. He had prepared a simple meal of fried fish and chips. He had also poured them both a glass of warm butterbeer. Looking around the main room of the cottage, Harry didn’t see Draco. Harry made his way to the bedroom at the back of the cottage and noticed that the door was closed so he knocked on it. When he received no answer Harry opened the door slightly. Laying on the bed was Draco. ‘He must have dozed off. I guess he’s staking his claim on the bed.’ thought Harry. ‘Best not to let the food get cold.’ Harry walked over to the edge of the bed and said,
“Malfoy…Malfoy, wake up!” Draco mumbled but otherwise did nothing. Getting no results, Harry leaned over and gently shoved the sleeping boy. “Come on Malfoy, wake up! The food is going to get cold.” Sighing, Harry walked over to the other side of the bed and, with out preamble, shoved the stubborn blonde out of the bed. Draco landed with a loud thud on the hard wooded floor.
“What the hell!” exclaimed Draco as he looked around for the reason he was on the floor. His eyes landed on a amused looking Harry Potter. Planting a glare firmly on his face Draco said, “What the hell Potter! What are you trying to do to me?”
“I was trying to wake you up. I tried being nice, but you‘re as bad as Ron.,” Draco pulled a face at the fact that he was being compared to a Weasley. “So I did what I needed to.” All this was said with a smile on his face. Turning around he walked towards the door. Just outside the door he stopped and said over his shoulder, “Oh and dinner is ready.” With that he exited the room to wash up for dinner.
Draco was very disgruntled at having been woken up so rudely. However seeing the smile that had been directed at him had blunted his anger. He knew Potter hadn’t knocked him out of bed for the fun of it, well maybe but it was more like an added bonus, he did it for a legitimate reason; food. With that reminder he pulled himself up off the floor and made his way to the bathroom. Potter was just exiting when Draco stepped in to wash his hands and fix his sleep mussed hair. When he stepped out of the bathroom Harry was sitting at the small table waiting patiently for Draco to be done. Seeing him walking out Harry turned and gave him a sheepish smile. Draco returned it with a tentative one of his own as he took a seat opposite of the other man.
“Sorry about pushing you out of the bed,” Harry said “You just weren’t waking up.”
“Yeah well, its ok. I know that I can be difficult to wake up sometimes,” Said Draco. To end the awkwardness of the conversation Draco said, “ So dinner looks great.”
“Thanks but it’s nothing special.”
“Well it’s loads better than what I could have done.”
“You know,” Harry said while cutting into his first piece of fish and not meeting the blonde’s eyes, “I could teach you how to cook, you know the muggle way, if you want that is.” Harry finally looked up at the blonde expecting an ugly smirk to be gracing his features at the offer. What he wasn’t expecting was the soft smile being directed towards him.
“I’d like that,” Draco said looking down to take a bite of his food.
“Ok then, cooking lessons, sounds good.” With that they sat in amiable silence for the rest of the meal.
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Well what do you all think? I know it took me a long time to update. I’M SORRY!!!!! Hopefully I’ll be able to do more writing now that summer has come.
As always, R&R :D