The Life of an Abused Nobody

Title: The Life of an Abused Nobody

Author: Miss Slash

Rated: M

Genre: Romance/Drama

Summary: Draco Malfoy, most popular guy in school, is paired up with Harry Potter, a nobody, for a project. What happens when they fall in love? SLASH

Warnings: Slash, Abuse, Fluff, WiP, some Angst, OOC-ness.

Disclaimer: 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.

A/N: OK, this is my first story. I've read many but this time, I'm attempting to write one. Please review.

Chapter 1

Harry winced as he got up. His back hurt from the particularly rough beating he had had last night. James Potter, his father, was to be gone for a week on a business trip and decided that since he wouldn’t be able to beat Harry during that time, he was going to do whatever damage he could last night. Harry looked over at the alarm clock on his bed side table. It read 7:15. He had exactly forty minutes to get to the bus stop. Today was the first day of school. He was thankful that his father bought him the supplies needed—even if they were second hand.

Harry slowly got out of bed and wobbled to the shower, where he spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get caked blood off his skin. When he got out, he put on a black T-shirt and some plain jeans. That’s all his wardrobe consisted of since his father decided money couldn’t be wasted on murdering bastards like himself. Harry went downstairs and gathered his books. He put them in his backpack and then left the house. The only thing his father allowed him to have was stale bread and some fruit. Everything else was locked away in a fridge in the garage. The only reason Harry doesn’t look like he’s just skin and bones is because of the food his friends brought him.

Harry walked slowly to the bus stop. He looked down the street and saw the bus coming. He got on and kept his head down. Harry heard many people taunting him, but he ignored them. Sitting next to Neville, Harry sighed.

Neville Longbottom had been Harry’s friend since they were in kindergarten. Even though he was extremely shy and a push over, Neville had been there for Harry through thick and thin— even if it meant getting picked on himself. He had short, black curly hair, kind brown eyes, pale skin, thin lips, a slightly crooked nose, and was a little chubby. Neville is one of the few that knew about the abuse that went on behind the Potter’s closed doors. Due to his intelligence in herbs, he was able to sort of fix Harry up after rough nights.

“Rough night, Harry?” the shy boy asked quietly.

“Yes. He’s on a business trip and won’t be home for a week.” Harry responded just as quietly. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position without agitating old and new bruises.

“I’ll help you during free period.” They were quiet the rest of the way to school.

DMHP

“Mr. Potter, do you have your notebook?” Ms. McGonagall asked. Harry was in his first period English 10 Honors class. He handed her the plain black and white journal. Ms. McGonagall nodded her head and continued to collect other notebooks. After that was done, they discussed the books they read over the summer. Harry earned participation points when he answered almost every question. One Hermione Granger glared at him almost the whole period.

Hermione Granger was a cheerleader that enjoyed making Harry’s life a living hell. Unlike all the other cheerleader’s, Hermione actually had a brain that she used quite often. Unfortunately for her, she was had the second highest grades at Hogwarts High and she didn’t like that one bit.

After English, Harry had a free period. So did Neville and they met up in the same classroom that the healing sessions had taken place last year. Harry took off his shirt and Neville sighed. The feminine boy’s back was a complete mess. Angry welts crisscrossed in a pattern of some sorts. There were also burn marks, probably from a cigarette, and there were cuts. Neville took out his herbal healing salve and gingerly rubbed it on Harry’s back.

“Harry, why don’t you tell somebody?” the shy boy questioned.

“I can’t Neville. He’s the only family I’ve got left. Besides, who can I tell? James has connections. Nobody would believe my word against his.” Harry winced a little as Neville rubbed a sore spot.

They were quiet until it was time for lunch.

DMHP

Draco Malfoy sighed as he waited in the lunch line. He hated waiting. Draco glanced around the lunch room. There were two extremely long tables at the ends with the center filled with circular tables. At the front of the lunchroom were the large selections of food. Draco took out his I.D. card and tapped his foot impatiently. As soon as he got his food, he walked towards the other popular people he hung out with.

Pansy Parkinson immediately clung to his arm. “Draco-sweetie, we don’t have any classes together!” The girl exclaimed in a shrilly voice.

Pansy was the head cheerleader and a total airhead. For some reason, she firmly believed that they were going to get married in the future. He, of course, wanted nothing to do with the slut. As if he didn’t know how many people she’s slept with. Pansy had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was basically what most guys wanted.

Next to Pansy Parkinson was Hermione Granger. She was another cheerleader. Hermione had brown hair and brown eyes. While she is actually pretty smart, her bitchiness and snobbish attitude made her seem truly petty. Right now, she was ranting about Harry Potter, the smartest kid in the school. Draco honestly didn’t care.

“He’s so annoying and such a know-it-all! I mean, so what if he’s smart? That doesn’t mean he has to answer every single question! And what about me? I’m smarter than that freak!” Hermione whined, causing Draco to wince.

“Don’t worry; I’ll make the freak pay. Nobody gets away with besting my girlfriend.” Ron soothed, taking a huge bite of the drumstick in his hands.

Ron Weasley had to be the most arrogant and ignorant boy in the school. The only reason he passed his classes was because he was Granger's boyfriend. He had red hair and blue eyes like the rest of his family. Hermione smiled a twisted smile and laughed with Pansy.

“Speak of the devil.” Blaise Zabini said, pointing at the figure that just sat down at a table with few other people.

Blaise had black hair and brown eyes. He was another jock and enjoyed picking on people he thought were inferior towards him. Taking a last chip, Blaise got up. He along with Pansy, Hermione, and Ron went to the table. Draco ran a hand through his chin length platinum blonde hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes, hiding the two silver pools before getting up and following them. Why did he hang out with these people?

“Look what we have here; a freak and his friends.” Ron sneered, gaining laughter from the posse behind him. The entire cafeteria stopped to watch what was going on. Honestly, it was as if they had no life.

“Leave him alone, Ron,” one of Ron’s twin brothers growled.

Fred and George Weasley were seniors at Hogwarts High. They were friends with Harry and Neville, but didn’t know of the abuse. They had the trademark red hair and blue eyes.

“Shut up Fred! I’m honestly ashamed to call you my brother. I mean, why do you constantly hang around this filth?”

“Number one, I’m George. Number two, at least his I.Q. is higher than your posse put together. And number three, it is I who should be ashamed to call you my brother. Seriously, sleeping around with that hag? One would think you have better taste.” Draco hid a snort of laughter as Ron turned red.

“How dare you talk to me like that! Wait until Mum hears about this; she’ll put you over her knee!” Ron roared.

“Oh really? What do you think she’d do to you when she finds out that you’re disrespecting your older brothers? I do believe she had to remind you the other day that you respect your elders. Does she need to remind you again?” The brothers started to argue back and forth.

Draco was watching the argument in amusement, as were the other people in the cafeteria, when he noticed Harry was gone. Grabbing his things, he too left, also unnoticed. Draco walked to his locker to get out his books for his next class when he spotted the boy. Since when was his locker there? Draco got out his books slowly, observing the boy.

Harry had black hair, green eyes, and full pink lips. His figure was curvy, his hands were womanly with long slender fingers, and his legs were also slender. To put it bluntly, he looked more like a girl than the 16-year-old boy he should look like. Draco’s lips went dry and he licked them.

“Hey.” He said, trying to make small conversation. Green eyes met silver.

DMHP

Harry slipped away from the cafeteria. He really didn’t want to get into anything, especially with Ron. While he appreciated what the twins did for him, he didn’t want to be a part of it. Opening his locker, he grabbed his Biology Honors textbook out. He heard the locker next to him open, but paid it no mind.

“Hey,” a voice to the right said.

Harry turned his head to look at the person in front of him. His cheeks turned a little pink. This boy was gorgeous! He had silver eyes, platinum blonde hair, was pretty pale, a high chin, broad shoulders, and looked absolutely yummy! Of course, Harry already knew he was gay. Found out last year when he caught himself staring at guys. Thank god his father didn’t know! Harry averted his eyes.

“Was there something you wanted?” he asked politely, surprising himself with how steady his voice sounded.

“You’re Harry Potter, right?”

“Yes. Was there something you wanted?” Harry repeated. Before the blonde could say anything, the bell rang. Harry glanced at the hall and noticed Ron coming. “I gotta go.”

"Hey, Draco!" The blonde turned around to see Ron walking towards him.

"What is it?" He asked, annoyed.

"Are you going to club Helio tonight?" Draco rolled his eyes. Helio was a club for people ages 14-17 only. Ron and the rest of the posse went there nearly every day.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll meet you there." Ron nodded.

"Last thing: why were you talking to that freak?"

"That," Draco sneered, "is none of your business." The blonde turned and left towards his next class: Biology Honors.

DMHP

A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue this? Please review and let me know.