My Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
14,996
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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 Five:
Merlin’s Balls! My boy, my Harry, me sweet innocent Harry is HARRY POTTER!!! This sentence runs through my head a mile a minute as I stare open mouthed at Harry Potter. I stagger back in shock, completely appalled at the turn of events. That idiot weasel has the audacity to smirk at me, me, as he rushes forward slamming the compartment door in my face.
I stand outside the compartment door for a few minutes trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. A few students on the way to the loo pass by giving me curious glances but I quickly stalk back to the Malfoy compartment.
A Malfoy is never flustered or humiliated and if this does somehow happen then it never happens in a public place where anyone can see. Besides, why would a Malfoy ever be seen with Harry Potter, I mumble to myself as I pull out my potions journal. I try to read through the course material because Uncle Sev being my godfather means I must be perfect in his class, not that I won’t be perfect in the other ones. I am a Malfoy after all.
Unfortunately my mind keeps going back to Harry Potter and I want to hex someone, I’m so angry at my boy. Yes, my boy. Even though somehow the cosmos had my boy born as Harry Potter (the thought still makes me cringe), I have marked him and he is mine and him being Harry Potter doesn’t make him any less desirable, I realize.
I smirk as I place my potions journal down: Yes, I’ll make the boy mine and when the world realizes they’ll fall to their knees. Who would have ever thought, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? I laugh to myself as I think about our soon to be union. I, Draco Malfoy, will own the wizarding world’s golden boy and there is nothing anyone can do about it—not the weasel, not that idiot Dumbledore, not even my parents. I’ll make Harry Potter mine and the world will turn green with envy (not that they aren’t already, after all I am a Malfoy).
Tbc…
Chapter Five:
Merlin’s Balls! My boy, my Harry, me sweet innocent Harry is HARRY POTTER!!! This sentence runs through my head a mile a minute as I stare open mouthed at Harry Potter. I stagger back in shock, completely appalled at the turn of events. That idiot weasel has the audacity to smirk at me, me, as he rushes forward slamming the compartment door in my face.
I stand outside the compartment door for a few minutes trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. A few students on the way to the loo pass by giving me curious glances but I quickly stalk back to the Malfoy compartment.
A Malfoy is never flustered or humiliated and if this does somehow happen then it never happens in a public place where anyone can see. Besides, why would a Malfoy ever be seen with Harry Potter, I mumble to myself as I pull out my potions journal. I try to read through the course material because Uncle Sev being my godfather means I must be perfect in his class, not that I won’t be perfect in the other ones. I am a Malfoy after all.
Unfortunately my mind keeps going back to Harry Potter and I want to hex someone, I’m so angry at my boy. Yes, my boy. Even though somehow the cosmos had my boy born as Harry Potter (the thought still makes me cringe), I have marked him and he is mine and him being Harry Potter doesn’t make him any less desirable, I realize.
I smirk as I place my potions journal down: Yes, I’ll make the boy mine and when the world realizes they’ll fall to their knees. Who would have ever thought, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? I laugh to myself as I think about our soon to be union. I, Draco Malfoy, will own the wizarding world’s golden boy and there is nothing anyone can do about it—not the weasel, not that idiot Dumbledore, not even my parents. I’ll make Harry Potter mine and the world will turn green with envy (not that they aren’t already, after all I am a Malfoy).
Tbc…