No Ordinary Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,345
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Get Real
Title: No Ordinary Love (Unbeta\'d version)
Rating: NC-17
Main Pairing: Draco/Harry
Category:Alternate Universe, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romantic
Warnings: Major Hurt/Comfort and Angst. Slightly bad language.
Disclaimer: I don\'t own them in any way, shape or form. I just enjoy writing with them.
Notes: This story was largely inspired by the movie called \'Get Real\'. It\'s about two young high schoolers from different circles coming together in a bittersweet but very realistic love story. I highly suggest you see it. The events of this story, however close, are not exactly identical to those in the movie so there is no requirement of seeing it first to understand. Though, if you have, you\'ll understand that I\'m not leaving the ending like it is. :)
Notes[2]: This story is an Alternate Universe and in it, there is no such thing as magic, wizards and etc. These characters are just ordinary as you and me. Also, this is an angsty hurt/comfort story that revolves solely around the two main characters.
Author\'s Notes: This story was inspired by an idea by the lovely authoress SannM, who originally had this story set up for a \'GR\' story but for which I enchanted away from her. Also, an important note - this is unbeta\'ed simply because I have no idea if *anyone* would like this idea. If you do, please let me know. I *do* intend to revamp this and extend it if there is an interest so remember this is extremely rough.
Part 1
“Be happy.”
Those were the last words Harry Potter had spoken to him since that horrible day all those years ago; as fresh in his memory as they had been on that rainy September morning when he‘d carried himself home. Every painful ache of that moment could be relived with renewed clarity at any given moment. It was enough to leave him hating going home.
After all, it had been four years since Draco Malfoy had gone away to college, riding on a scholarship that was as much a creation of his father’s money as it was of his own academic standing. Four years of smiling and laughing and pretending that his heart wasn’t shattered into a billion pieces by two words he would have given anything to have taken back. They couldn’t be, of course, and so there was nothing left but to smile and laugh and pretend.
In those years though, he’d finally pretended his way into being able to find an apartment in the city and a decent job that in no way had any connection to his family’s money. It was a cliché but the term “free at last” had resounded clear into his core that day. He would never have to go back to those bittersweet memories that continued to haunt his dreams. He could bury them deep down inside and never look back.
At least, that was what he had thought until this mornings call from his mother, Narcissa, all but pleading with him to come home, just this once, for Christmas. And, he was a good son so he couldn’t refuse her, not when she was going to have to realize that he was never coming back once this trip was done. He was never going to find himself like he had been after his and Harry’s break-up: taking his daily runs and, unthinkingly, finding himself in front of Harry’s house despite having to take miles of detours to be there.
For weeks, he’d tried every device he could think of to try to stop this automatic response to be there, within reach of the scraggly dark haired boy who’d turned his life upside down. He’d even, in desperation, resorted to nightly jogs in place of his morning runs. That had only left him staring up at Harry’s window, the soft lamp light and shadowed silhouette tearing him to pieces until his heart couldn’t take it anymore and he was forced to make himself believe that the dampness on his cheeks was sweat.
In one last ditch effort to disconnect himself from the pain, he’d discontinued his friendships with Crabbe, Goyle and the rest of the guys. He’d stayed as far away from those assholes as he physically could until at last he’d finally went away to college. Unsurprisingly, they hadn’t come to visit him and he didn’t mind at all.
Last he’d heard, Crabbe and Goyle had moved to some no name town and were working and living together. Or so his mother had assured him when she’d called the time before last, in hopes of getting some sort of reaction from him. She’d been sadly disappointed. As for anyone else he might have known -- they’d scattered to the winds, either going to different colleges or getting out of town one way or another.
He hadn’t had the courage to ask her about him. Not that he was even sure she’d have said anything in the first place. His mother was a good, pleasant woman whom thrived on keeping up with things but where Harry was concerned…he doubted she even knew of his existence no matter how much the boy meant -- had meant, to him.
‘It doesn’t matter. He’s probably with someone else anyway.‘ Draco thought, glancing out the window at the rolling scenery. The thought made his chest constrict.
“Hey buddy, you mind if I take the express way?” The taxi driver asked, suddenly, startling Draco out of his musings. He blinked for a moment, turning his gaze forward to see the driver staring at him though the rearview mirror.
Draco shook his head. “No, go ahead. It’ll be faster that way.”
The driver nodded, turning his attention back to the road. Draco turned back to the window.
‘He could have left too.’ He thought then, watching the familiar cluster of buildings roll past as the taxi eased it’s way into the on-ramp. The thought made his chest tighten into an ache. The closer he got to home, the more his nerves felt shot.
It didn’t matter whether he saw Harry or not, in truth. He truly didn’t know which, seeing Harry or not, would be more painful. All he knew was that this trip home was going to be the hardest he’d ever made.
****
Continue, yes? No?
Rating: NC-17
Main Pairing: Draco/Harry
Category:Alternate Universe, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romantic
Warnings: Major Hurt/Comfort and Angst. Slightly bad language.
Disclaimer: I don\'t own them in any way, shape or form. I just enjoy writing with them.
Notes: This story was largely inspired by the movie called \'Get Real\'. It\'s about two young high schoolers from different circles coming together in a bittersweet but very realistic love story. I highly suggest you see it. The events of this story, however close, are not exactly identical to those in the movie so there is no requirement of seeing it first to understand. Though, if you have, you\'ll understand that I\'m not leaving the ending like it is. :)
Notes[2]: This story is an Alternate Universe and in it, there is no such thing as magic, wizards and etc. These characters are just ordinary as you and me. Also, this is an angsty hurt/comfort story that revolves solely around the two main characters.
Author\'s Notes: This story was inspired by an idea by the lovely authoress SannM, who originally had this story set up for a \'GR\' story but for which I enchanted away from her. Also, an important note - this is unbeta\'ed simply because I have no idea if *anyone* would like this idea. If you do, please let me know. I *do* intend to revamp this and extend it if there is an interest so remember this is extremely rough.
Part 1
“Be happy.”
Those were the last words Harry Potter had spoken to him since that horrible day all those years ago; as fresh in his memory as they had been on that rainy September morning when he‘d carried himself home. Every painful ache of that moment could be relived with renewed clarity at any given moment. It was enough to leave him hating going home.
After all, it had been four years since Draco Malfoy had gone away to college, riding on a scholarship that was as much a creation of his father’s money as it was of his own academic standing. Four years of smiling and laughing and pretending that his heart wasn’t shattered into a billion pieces by two words he would have given anything to have taken back. They couldn’t be, of course, and so there was nothing left but to smile and laugh and pretend.
In those years though, he’d finally pretended his way into being able to find an apartment in the city and a decent job that in no way had any connection to his family’s money. It was a cliché but the term “free at last” had resounded clear into his core that day. He would never have to go back to those bittersweet memories that continued to haunt his dreams. He could bury them deep down inside and never look back.
At least, that was what he had thought until this mornings call from his mother, Narcissa, all but pleading with him to come home, just this once, for Christmas. And, he was a good son so he couldn’t refuse her, not when she was going to have to realize that he was never coming back once this trip was done. He was never going to find himself like he had been after his and Harry’s break-up: taking his daily runs and, unthinkingly, finding himself in front of Harry’s house despite having to take miles of detours to be there.
For weeks, he’d tried every device he could think of to try to stop this automatic response to be there, within reach of the scraggly dark haired boy who’d turned his life upside down. He’d even, in desperation, resorted to nightly jogs in place of his morning runs. That had only left him staring up at Harry’s window, the soft lamp light and shadowed silhouette tearing him to pieces until his heart couldn’t take it anymore and he was forced to make himself believe that the dampness on his cheeks was sweat.
In one last ditch effort to disconnect himself from the pain, he’d discontinued his friendships with Crabbe, Goyle and the rest of the guys. He’d stayed as far away from those assholes as he physically could until at last he’d finally went away to college. Unsurprisingly, they hadn’t come to visit him and he didn’t mind at all.
Last he’d heard, Crabbe and Goyle had moved to some no name town and were working and living together. Or so his mother had assured him when she’d called the time before last, in hopes of getting some sort of reaction from him. She’d been sadly disappointed. As for anyone else he might have known -- they’d scattered to the winds, either going to different colleges or getting out of town one way or another.
He hadn’t had the courage to ask her about him. Not that he was even sure she’d have said anything in the first place. His mother was a good, pleasant woman whom thrived on keeping up with things but where Harry was concerned…he doubted she even knew of his existence no matter how much the boy meant -- had meant, to him.
‘It doesn’t matter. He’s probably with someone else anyway.‘ Draco thought, glancing out the window at the rolling scenery. The thought made his chest constrict.
“Hey buddy, you mind if I take the express way?” The taxi driver asked, suddenly, startling Draco out of his musings. He blinked for a moment, turning his gaze forward to see the driver staring at him though the rearview mirror.
Draco shook his head. “No, go ahead. It’ll be faster that way.”
The driver nodded, turning his attention back to the road. Draco turned back to the window.
‘He could have left too.’ He thought then, watching the familiar cluster of buildings roll past as the taxi eased it’s way into the on-ramp. The thought made his chest tighten into an ache. The closer he got to home, the more his nerves felt shot.
It didn’t matter whether he saw Harry or not, in truth. He truly didn’t know which, seeing Harry or not, would be more painful. All he knew was that this trip home was going to be the hardest he’d ever made.
****
Continue, yes? No?