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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,994
Reviews:
9
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.
Prologue
SUMMARY
It's been six months since Voldemorts last attack, in which Harry learned a few things and someone died - now, in June, Harry is taken on an unexpected holiday with his relatives, rather against the Dursley's wishes however. Just as things are looking up, Draco Malfoy turns up, making things entirely too complicated. To make it worse, it seems there’s some sort of Death Eater activity in the city. Can Harry never have some time to himself? Harry/Draco - Complete - Set during summer after sixth year - AU - has a sequel
This particualr fic was written about five years ago - just after I first read Book 5. As such, it probably doesn't read as well as I would like it too.
As I upload each chapter, I will be editing it a bit, to try and make it make more sense and read better ^^
WARNINGS
Violence, Non-con, Death, YAOI, Slash, M/M, Mind control, UST, Injury, Swearing
Characters
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Alastor Mad-Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Rita Skeeter, Death Eaters, OCs
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Prologue
Summer.
Unlike most students nearing seventeen, he never really looked forward to, nor particularly enjoyed the time off school. Summer meant he was away from his friends, away from the only life he knew, the only place he ever enjoyed himself.
Summer meant putting up with his cousin.
The only thing that kept him sane over the two and a half months, were the letters he frequently received from his friends Ron, Hermione and even occasionally Hagrid – his first friend and current Care of Magical Creatures Professor.
He rolled over onto his back, lost in thought about his adventures at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He stared absently up at the sky – today it was a ridiculous shade of periwinkle blue, a very few puffy cotton like clouds dotted about willy ninny, though mostly towards the horizon.
He was lying in the park; a few minuets walk from what could loosely be termed ‘home,’ as far from everyone else as was possible, absently keeping an eye on Dudley and his gang as they tormented the younger and invariably smaller, children.
Dudley himself was studiously ignoring him, as despite his size and advancing boxing abilities; Harry knew he was still terrified of him.
He sighed and climbed to his feet, checking he still had the wand he carried with him at all times. When satisfied, he trudged wearily back to number four Privet Drive, his home for the next few weeks.
A few minuets later he quietly opened the front door, meaning to make his way to his room before being noticed and stepped inside. Mere steps away from freedom and the security of his bedroom, his uncle’s voice resounded through the floor.
“HARRY! GET DOWN HERE, BOY!”
Harry winced, he had been so close. With a sigh of resignation he made his way back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was standing by the table, face red with rage, clutching what looked like a letter in his beefy hand.
When he entered, Uncle Vernon waved the crumpled letter in his face, “WELL? What d’you think of this, boy? Eh?”
Harry sat down and put on a politely interested expression. It appeared to work, as Vernon continued.
“My name was drawn from the ballot this year, for the two week paid holiday at a five star hotel –“
“Well isn’t that a good thing?” Harry interrupted, his eyebrows raised quizzically.
Uncle Vernon fairly exploded.
“You would think so, wouldn’t you!” Again he thrust the letter under Harry’s nose, motioning for him to read it.
Harry did so, not really taking it in, then handed it back to his livid uncle.
“Well?” Vernon nearly screamed the word, making Harry blink, then slowly shrug.
The red colour of his uncles face deepened, “We have to bloody well take you with us!”
It suddenly dawned on Harry, his name had been in that letter, he was on the list of invited guests at the hotel. But not only that, one of his uncles co-workers was going to be there and had requested to meet Dudley and himself.
This meant his uncle was either going to have to try and fob him off on a neighbour, leave him alone in the house for two weeks, or take him with them.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat.
TBC~
It's been six months since Voldemorts last attack, in which Harry learned a few things and someone died - now, in June, Harry is taken on an unexpected holiday with his relatives, rather against the Dursley's wishes however. Just as things are looking up, Draco Malfoy turns up, making things entirely too complicated. To make it worse, it seems there’s some sort of Death Eater activity in the city. Can Harry never have some time to himself? Harry/Draco - Complete - Set during summer after sixth year - AU - has a sequel
This particualr fic was written about five years ago - just after I first read Book 5. As such, it probably doesn't read as well as I would like it too.
As I upload each chapter, I will be editing it a bit, to try and make it make more sense and read better ^^
WARNINGS
Violence, Non-con, Death, YAOI, Slash, M/M, Mind control, UST, Injury, Swearing
Characters
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Alastor Mad-Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Rita Skeeter, Death Eaters, OCs
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Prologue
Summer.
Unlike most students nearing seventeen, he never really looked forward to, nor particularly enjoyed the time off school. Summer meant he was away from his friends, away from the only life he knew, the only place he ever enjoyed himself.
Summer meant putting up with his cousin.
The only thing that kept him sane over the two and a half months, were the letters he frequently received from his friends Ron, Hermione and even occasionally Hagrid – his first friend and current Care of Magical Creatures Professor.
He rolled over onto his back, lost in thought about his adventures at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He stared absently up at the sky – today it was a ridiculous shade of periwinkle blue, a very few puffy cotton like clouds dotted about willy ninny, though mostly towards the horizon.
He was lying in the park; a few minuets walk from what could loosely be termed ‘home,’ as far from everyone else as was possible, absently keeping an eye on Dudley and his gang as they tormented the younger and invariably smaller, children.
Dudley himself was studiously ignoring him, as despite his size and advancing boxing abilities; Harry knew he was still terrified of him.
He sighed and climbed to his feet, checking he still had the wand he carried with him at all times. When satisfied, he trudged wearily back to number four Privet Drive, his home for the next few weeks.
A few minuets later he quietly opened the front door, meaning to make his way to his room before being noticed and stepped inside. Mere steps away from freedom and the security of his bedroom, his uncle’s voice resounded through the floor.
“HARRY! GET DOWN HERE, BOY!”
Harry winced, he had been so close. With a sigh of resignation he made his way back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was standing by the table, face red with rage, clutching what looked like a letter in his beefy hand.
When he entered, Uncle Vernon waved the crumpled letter in his face, “WELL? What d’you think of this, boy? Eh?”
Harry sat down and put on a politely interested expression. It appeared to work, as Vernon continued.
“My name was drawn from the ballot this year, for the two week paid holiday at a five star hotel –“
“Well isn’t that a good thing?” Harry interrupted, his eyebrows raised quizzically.
Uncle Vernon fairly exploded.
“You would think so, wouldn’t you!” Again he thrust the letter under Harry’s nose, motioning for him to read it.
Harry did so, not really taking it in, then handed it back to his livid uncle.
“Well?” Vernon nearly screamed the word, making Harry blink, then slowly shrug.
The red colour of his uncles face deepened, “We have to bloody well take you with us!”
It suddenly dawned on Harry, his name had been in that letter, he was on the list of invited guests at the hotel. But not only that, one of his uncles co-workers was going to be there and had requested to meet Dudley and himself.
This meant his uncle was either going to have to try and fob him off on a neighbour, leave him alone in the house for two weeks, or take him with them.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat.
TBC~