Beyond Appearances

Title: Beyond Appearances


Author: Liadyn Malfoy


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Summary: Harry and Draco are returning to Hogwarts for their seventh year. Though this year is different. Alliances are formed and together they learn that there is always something beyond the appearance and that everyone wears a mask.


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione...may be others!!


Beta: Candlewyk


Disclaimer: Hey There Guys!!! I know you already know this but I have to tell you again. I don not own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I'm not making money off of any of my stories. I just do this for the fun of it.




Chapter Seven


A New Look




The sound of running water woke Harry a couple hours later. Yawning, he pushed the blankets off him and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Reaching over he grabbed his glasses and slid them on, his eyes immediately landing on the empty bed beside him. ‘Well at least I know who woke me up!’ he thought, glaring at the empty spot.


Checking the clock, it read just after 7:00 pm. Dinner would just be ending. In the distance the sound of running water vanished. Groaning Harry pulled himself out of bed. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, Harry turned around a biting remark on the tip of his tongue, but when his eyes landed on the slytherin in question it dies off immediately.


Draco stood in front of him, wrapped in nothing but a towel. A couple of bruises stood out painfully on his otherwise flawless skin.


Draco smirked at Harry’s reaction, watching as his eyes roamed over his chest. “I know I’m gorgeous, Potter, but some clothes would be nice.”


The comment was what was needed to snap Harry out of his stupor. Glaring at the blonde, he pointed to the wardrobe on the far side of the room. “I’m sure you can manage by yourself.” he snapped, grabbing his towel and heading for the bathroom.


Draco chuckled softly, watching the teen retreat before heading to the wardrobe. With a sigh of dismay he opened the doors. To his surprise he didn’t find the pile of rags that he had been expecting. Instead there were rather stylish outfits hung neatly on hangers, they were not as expensive or of as good quality as his own but stylish none the less.


‘Well it’s about damn time.' Draco thought, eyeing the clothing.


Picking out a clean pair of boxers, he slid them on. Unlike the ones last night, they were not made of cotton but a softer material that felt a lot better against the skin. Next he grabbed a pair of socks and quickly put those on.


Now was the harder part. Pants. Flipping through the collection of pants he finally settled on a pair of deep blue, wide leg jeans. Taking them off the hanger he slid them on. They fit perfectly. They were snug enough to show off his arse but hung low on his hips displaying about an inch of his boxers.


Moving back to the wardrobe he started going through the selection of shirts, moving quickly past the sweaters. It was way to hot for something like that. Once he got to the t-shirts he began going through them slowly, eyeing each one critically. About halfway through he paused at a dark red shirt with a large design on the front. The words “American Eagle”, were written across the front in black lettering. Raising an eyebrow at the American brand, he moved on until he found a plain black t-shirt hanging in the back. Pulling it out he threw it on. The material clinging to him and showing off his toned chest. Pleased with his overall appearance he moved to his hair.


Glancing around the room he found a small mirror hanging on the back of the door. Moving in front of it, he studied his reflection. He didn’t have any hair gel and he highly doubted the gryffindor had a comb let alone the proper styling products, so gelling it was not an option.


Taking out his wand he transfigured one of the empty hangers into a comb and ran it through his hair, smoothing out the tangles. Once done, he directed his wand at himself and cast a drying spell on his hair. Slipping his wand into his pocket, he ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall freely around his face. Satisfied he slid on his shoes and headed out the door. Despite his dislike for the Weasley’s, his stomach was growling. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning. At the moment he was hungry enough to sit through a meal with the entire Weasley clan. The only problem would be remembering how to get back to the kitchen.


*8*8*


Harry waited until he heard Malfoy leave the room, before quietly opening the door. Making sure he was gone, he sighed and entered the room. Malfoy had only been here for a couple of hours and he was already causing major problems. His mind was working overtime, stressing about what happened earlier. When Malfoy had walked in wearing only a towel, it felt like his chest was going to collapse. He could barely breath and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away.


‘What the hell was it?’ he thought, reaching out to open his wardrobe. ‘It’s never happened before when I confronted Malfoy.”


At this a small voice in the back of his head spoke up. ‘Yeah, but you’ve never seen him in the nude before.’


‘He wasn’t in the nude!’ Harry thought, horrified.


‘Close enough.’


Harry sighed and closed his eyes. Like he needed to be reminded. Unfortunately for him, the voice wasn’t finished with him.


‘You were practically drooling,’ it laughed. ‘You thought he was hot, didn’t you?’


Another look of horror crossed his face. ‘There’s no way. I’m not even gay,’ he thought, his mind beginning to draw up different images. ‘I didn’t actually...want Malfoy, did I?’ As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he slammed the shutters closed on it and shoved it to the furthest corner of his mind. ‘No, not possible. There’s no way.’


Satisfied with his reasoning, he reached out for a pair of pants. When his hand clamped around nothing but air, he looked down at what he was doing to find the pair he had been reaching for were gone. “That bastard! I was going to wear those!!”


*8*8*


Draco had only made it down the stairs before someone discovered that he was awake.


“Malfoy!”


Draco looked up in surprise to see the Weasley twins standing in front of him. Both were menacingly glaring daggers at him.


“What the hell are you doing here?” Fred asked, eyeing the blonde.


Draco was prevented from answering by a door opening to his right. Draco watched as a tall man with long brown hair walked through the door smiling. “Fred! George! Excellent! Did you bring it?” It wasn’t until he moved further into the room that he noticed, Draco. “Oh, hello Malfoy, didn’t know you were up.”


Draco nodded his head in greeting but refrained from saying anything.


“What’s that slimy git doing here?” George asked, casting a glare over at the blonde.


Sirius glanced between the three of them, eyebrows raised. “Draco is my guest, so I ask you not to insult him,” he replied, clapping Fred and George on the shoulder. “Now, if you two don’t mind, I believe that there are a few things that you have to set up.”


Fred and George got the hint and nodded, before leaving the room they sent Draco one last withering glare.


“Well, aren’t we the popular one.” Sirius chuckled, turning to the blonde. “I do think that we need to work on your people skills.”


Draco’s jaw dropped in surprise. “Excuse me, my ‘people skills’ are just fine thank you!”




“Now you see, there’s that Malfoy charm.” Sirius smirked, rolling his eyes and heading back into the kitchen. “Come on, Molly’s made you dinner already. I hope your hungry, cause she’s made enough to feed an army.”


Draco nodded and followed. Sirius hadn’t been kidding when he had said there was enough food to feed an army. There were dishes on all the surface tops. Potatoes, chicken, pasta. Everything you could possibly eat was there.


Draco glanced around the room. Granger, Weasley, and the Weaslette were sitting at the counter, each holding what looked to be like a bottle of butterbeer. The moment they noticed he had entered, two of the three glared at him and the other gave him a once over and a calculating look.


“Hello Malfoy.” Hermione greeted, turning to face him. “Sleep well?”


Draco raised an eyebrow at the greeting but answered her. “Granger. I slept fine. No thanks to Potter’s snoring.”


“Hey! I do not snore.” Harry snapped, pushing the door to the kitchen open.




When Draco turned around it was his turn to stare. Harry didn’t look like the Harry he was used to tormenting. This Harry was a lot better dressed, and a hell of a lot hotter! ‘Whoa!’ Draco thought. ‘Scratch that! Potter is anything but HOT! God the Weasel must of hit me harder then I thought.’


Harry moved into the room, allowing everyone to get a glimpse. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts that stopped just above his knee, and there were several pockets all over the material. On his feet were a pair of black beach sandals. Draco’s eyes moved up. To his surprise Harry had decided to wear the exact same shirt that he had considered earlier. The dark red color accenting the shorts perfectly. Around his neck were two separate chains, one in black and one in silver. In his left ear there were 5 silver studs, lining the way up his ear and a hoop at the top with a small black ball attached to it. On the right side were three studs, but the most surprising to the blonde was the eyes and the hair. No longer were his eyes hiding behind those incredibly tacky glasses. Instead they stood out like beacons. As for the hair, it was still as messy as ever but in a more stylish manner. Instead of the ‘just rolled out of bed’ look, it was now styled into a more ‘just been shagged’ look, and he had to admit it looked good on the Gryffindor.


“Oh my gosh, Harry!” Ginny squealed, jumping up and hugging him. “You look amazing.”


Harry blushed and tried to pry the girl off of him. Draco on the other hand was trying not to rip her arms off. The moment she had thrown herself at Harry, he had gotten an unexplainable surge of jealousy. ‘No way, am I jealous over Potter.’ Draco thought to himself, trying to ignore the urge to tear the two of them apart.


“Well I must say, Granger.” Draco smirked, turning to face her. “I believe a congratulations is in order.”


“Pardon?”


“Oh come now, that’s got your handy work written all over it.”


Hermione blushed, nodding her head slightly. “Thank you.”


“I mean Potter can barely brush his hair, let alone pick out a whole new wardrobe like that. I for one am glad that you finally took him by the hand and showed him what true style was.”


“Shut up, Malfoy!” Ginny snapped, her arms still around Harry. “You’re just jealous cause you don’t look as good as Harry does in his new clothes!”




“I don’t need clothes to look that good.” Draco smirked and caught Harry’s eye. “Wouldn’t you agree Potter?”


Harry blushed bright crimson at the stab about earlier. “Shut up,” he replied, finally able to break out of Ginny’s grasp. Moving quickly, he made his way over to Hermione and Ron and sat down. “I didn’t see you complaining about clothing when you asked to borrow some.”


“Would you have preferred me to walk around in the nude?” Draco replied, causing Harry to flush scarlet once again. ‘This is way too easy!’ he thought, grinning to himself.


“God, Malfoy!” Ron snapped, glaring. “Do you mind, we just ate?”


“Speaking of eating.” Mrs. Weasley interrupted, setting two plates of food on the table. “You two must be starving. Come and eat.”


Harry immediately jumped up and made his way to the table, Draco on the other hand took his time. He sat down and began picking away at his food, while Harry practically inhaled his meal. Sending the Gryffindor a disgusted look, he moved his plate further down the table.




“Jeez Potter, didn’t anyone ever teach you table manners?” he snapped.


“Sod off, Malfoy!” Harry replied, around a mouthful of food.


Hermione reached over and smacked him on the back of the head.


“Ow, Hermione.”


“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s rude,” she scolded, sending a wink over at Draco.


‘Hmm, I think she’s starting to grow on me!’ Draco chuckled. ‘Anyone who gives Potter a hard time is definitely in my good books. Now, time to get information. Time to put on the charm!’


Turning around in his seat he found Mrs. Weasley standing by the sink, using her wand to clean up the mess. “Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley.” he called, smiling sweetly.


“Yes, dear?”


“Thank you for dinner, it was wonderful.”


Mrs. Weasley blushed at the compliment. “You’re more than welcome.”


‘Excellent.’ Draco thought. ‘Works every time.’ “If you don’t mind me asking, has there been any word from Professor Snape?”


“Oh yes, that reminds me.” Mrs. Weasley replied, putting her wand away. “Severus stopped by earlier to check up on you, but you were still sleeping. He said that he would be returning tomorrow with Albus, and that he wished to discuss the recent events with you.”


Draco nodded, knowing that the Professor had been less nice about the whole thing. “Thank you very much.” he smiled. Turning back to his plate he almost burst out laughing. Ron, Harry and Ginny were all staring at him, wide-eyed and jaws hanging open. Hermione was chuckling to herself, both at the others and at Draco’s antics.


Smirking he returned to his meal. ‘I have a feeling that the next couple of days will be rather interesting!’ he thought to himself, taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.