Summer = Ruined.
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,162
Reviews:
13
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Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. I don't make any money of this. She does. I'm doing it for laughs =]
Summer = Ruined.
Summer = Ruined.
Summary: One of the over-used plot lines ever. Harry has to spend the summer holidays living with Draco. Loved the idea of it so had to write it, even if there are like fifty million other ‘Harry stays at Draco’s house and they fall madly in love and get at it like rabbits’ fics.
Pairing: Harry/Draco. Bit of One sided Pansy/Draco and Ginny/Harry.
Rating: Probably an R for now for swearing and stuff. Will go up to NC-17 if I add lemons to this fic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Draco. I don’t own Harry.I don’t own shit. But I *do* own this story. Which isn’t going to pay the bills, but it amused me for a while =]
Chapter 1: A pleasant car journey.
Harry Potter had endured some pretty horrendous circumstances in his life, but none were as bad as this. As much as he admired professor Mcgonagel, even he was starting to wonder if this idea of hers was cooked up while under some pretty heavy intoxicants.
It was quite simply crazy.
Because of this crazy idea of Mcgonagel’s he was currently in a private car, sat opposite a very sullen looking Draco Malfoy and headed for Malfoy Manor. Harry couldn’t blame the little ferret for looking so glum. Sitting in a car with your worst enemy is bad enough but knowing you’d have to spend the entire *summer* with them… well, for Harry, it really was a fate worse than death.
The car’s phone rang, breaking through the heavy silence filling the air.
“Yes?” Draco drawled into the receiver, still scowling at the passing streets as if they’d offended him greatly. “What? What do you mean? Lensder, I ordered those dress robes 21 bloody days ago, I don’t care about some sodding accident, ring Mrs Twoki right this instant and tell her to get her gigantic arse into gear or she won’t be having any more of my or my mother’s custom.”
Draco slammed the phone down and glared at Harry in annoyance.
Harry glared back.
“Don’t look at me, Potter.”
Harry, too tired to get into another spat with the blonde raised his middle finger.
“And what on earth does that mean, you muggle-loving idiot?”
Harry, who had a particular talent for picking up people’s annoyances very quickly, knew Draco got immensely annoyed when he was ignored, decided his best shot of surviving the summer (with the added bonus of pissing Malfoy off) was to ignore him. So he did.
“I said, what does that mean?”
Harry shrugged.
“Answer me!”
Harry yawned.
“Potter!”
“Malfoy?” Lazily.
“Damnit it Potter! Answer me”
“He who angers you, defeats you” Harry quipped with a smile.
Draco’s face darkened. Harry found it oddly attractive. The sharp cheekbones and flash of silver eyes in the darkened car were… striking.
‘Oh god, I’m just going to forget that thought right now’
Harry glared at Draco. No his features were not striking. They were pointed. And narrow. And not hot. At all.
“I don’t care about some stupid muggle gesture anyway” Draco huffed.
“Sure you don’t” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Oh shut up, Potter.”
“Make me, Malfoy.”
“I would, but I like this car. It’s one of father’s favourites. I don’t want your blood all over the upholstery.”
“Of course.”
“What did I just say about shutting up, Scarhead?”
“Something I wasn’t listening to, ferret”
Draco drew a deep breath. “Look, Potter. We have to make this summer-bollocks work or I’ll end up with bad grades.”
“Oh no, what a calamity that’d be.” Harry snorted, remembering Draco’s fifteen missed muggle studies classes. How the hell had he been able to skip so many classes without being at least reprimanded anyway?
Stupid question, Harry thought sourly. Daddy probably wrote a letter and demanded his son be excused from such ‘pointless’ classes or something.
“Well yes it would be a calamity, since I have to graduate with excellent grades to uphold the esteemed Malfoy name. And I won’t let you get in the way of it.”
Harry rolled his eyes. God, a whole summer of this…
“So. I’m willing to be civil. As much as it hurts me to say it, I’m willing to at least tolerate your presence this summer.”
Harry blinked at Draco, dumbfounded at how much the blonde seemed to be up his own ass. Tolerate his presence? Who did he think he was the queen of Sheba or something?
“That’s certainly very nice of you, Draco” Harry said in a sugary-tone.
Draco scowled. “It’s Malfoy.”
“Oh, but if we’re going to be best buds from now on, I think we should be on first name terms.”
“I don’t think so”
“Oh well, I guess I’ll have to write that in my report” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders apologetically.
Draco leaned his head back against the suede and closed his eyes.
“Well at least Mother and Father will be in France for the time you’re here. They don’t deserve to have their summer ruined too.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Does every single word that comes out your mouth have to be full of bile, you conceited, up-your-own-arse, poncy-bastard?”
Draco paused to consider this. After a few moments reflection, Draco shrugged his shoulders.
“What’s your point, Potter?”
As the car pulled up to a stunning manor house (complete with old fashioned brass gates and gleaming white peacocks dotted around on the grounds- all of which Harry thought was a rather tacky display of wealth) he wished for the thousandth time he could have been paired with Ron. Why, oh why did Mcgonagel do this to him?
A/N: Yeah so that’s WAY short for a first chapter I knows, but I’m tired as hell! -_-“ Anyway, let me know if u luv it or hate it (or are rather indifferent) then I will write and post some more =]
Loves,
XXROXYXX
Summary: One of the over-used plot lines ever. Harry has to spend the summer holidays living with Draco. Loved the idea of it so had to write it, even if there are like fifty million other ‘Harry stays at Draco’s house and they fall madly in love and get at it like rabbits’ fics.
Pairing: Harry/Draco. Bit of One sided Pansy/Draco and Ginny/Harry.
Rating: Probably an R for now for swearing and stuff. Will go up to NC-17 if I add lemons to this fic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Draco. I don’t own Harry.I don’t own shit. But I *do* own this story. Which isn’t going to pay the bills, but it amused me for a while =]
Chapter 1: A pleasant car journey.
Harry Potter had endured some pretty horrendous circumstances in his life, but none were as bad as this. As much as he admired professor Mcgonagel, even he was starting to wonder if this idea of hers was cooked up while under some pretty heavy intoxicants.
It was quite simply crazy.
Because of this crazy idea of Mcgonagel’s he was currently in a private car, sat opposite a very sullen looking Draco Malfoy and headed for Malfoy Manor. Harry couldn’t blame the little ferret for looking so glum. Sitting in a car with your worst enemy is bad enough but knowing you’d have to spend the entire *summer* with them… well, for Harry, it really was a fate worse than death.
The car’s phone rang, breaking through the heavy silence filling the air.
“Yes?” Draco drawled into the receiver, still scowling at the passing streets as if they’d offended him greatly. “What? What do you mean? Lensder, I ordered those dress robes 21 bloody days ago, I don’t care about some sodding accident, ring Mrs Twoki right this instant and tell her to get her gigantic arse into gear or she won’t be having any more of my or my mother’s custom.”
Draco slammed the phone down and glared at Harry in annoyance.
Harry glared back.
“Don’t look at me, Potter.”
Harry, too tired to get into another spat with the blonde raised his middle finger.
“And what on earth does that mean, you muggle-loving idiot?”
Harry, who had a particular talent for picking up people’s annoyances very quickly, knew Draco got immensely annoyed when he was ignored, decided his best shot of surviving the summer (with the added bonus of pissing Malfoy off) was to ignore him. So he did.
“I said, what does that mean?”
Harry shrugged.
“Answer me!”
Harry yawned.
“Potter!”
“Malfoy?” Lazily.
“Damnit it Potter! Answer me”
“He who angers you, defeats you” Harry quipped with a smile.
Draco’s face darkened. Harry found it oddly attractive. The sharp cheekbones and flash of silver eyes in the darkened car were… striking.
‘Oh god, I’m just going to forget that thought right now’
Harry glared at Draco. No his features were not striking. They were pointed. And narrow. And not hot. At all.
“I don’t care about some stupid muggle gesture anyway” Draco huffed.
“Sure you don’t” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Oh shut up, Potter.”
“Make me, Malfoy.”
“I would, but I like this car. It’s one of father’s favourites. I don’t want your blood all over the upholstery.”
“Of course.”
“What did I just say about shutting up, Scarhead?”
“Something I wasn’t listening to, ferret”
Draco drew a deep breath. “Look, Potter. We have to make this summer-bollocks work or I’ll end up with bad grades.”
“Oh no, what a calamity that’d be.” Harry snorted, remembering Draco’s fifteen missed muggle studies classes. How the hell had he been able to skip so many classes without being at least reprimanded anyway?
Stupid question, Harry thought sourly. Daddy probably wrote a letter and demanded his son be excused from such ‘pointless’ classes or something.
“Well yes it would be a calamity, since I have to graduate with excellent grades to uphold the esteemed Malfoy name. And I won’t let you get in the way of it.”
Harry rolled his eyes. God, a whole summer of this…
“So. I’m willing to be civil. As much as it hurts me to say it, I’m willing to at least tolerate your presence this summer.”
Harry blinked at Draco, dumbfounded at how much the blonde seemed to be up his own ass. Tolerate his presence? Who did he think he was the queen of Sheba or something?
“That’s certainly very nice of you, Draco” Harry said in a sugary-tone.
Draco scowled. “It’s Malfoy.”
“Oh, but if we’re going to be best buds from now on, I think we should be on first name terms.”
“I don’t think so”
“Oh well, I guess I’ll have to write that in my report” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders apologetically.
Draco leaned his head back against the suede and closed his eyes.
“Well at least Mother and Father will be in France for the time you’re here. They don’t deserve to have their summer ruined too.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Does every single word that comes out your mouth have to be full of bile, you conceited, up-your-own-arse, poncy-bastard?”
Draco paused to consider this. After a few moments reflection, Draco shrugged his shoulders.
“What’s your point, Potter?”
As the car pulled up to a stunning manor house (complete with old fashioned brass gates and gleaming white peacocks dotted around on the grounds- all of which Harry thought was a rather tacky display of wealth) he wished for the thousandth time he could have been paired with Ron. Why, oh why did Mcgonagel do this to him?
A/N: Yeah so that’s WAY short for a first chapter I knows, but I’m tired as hell! -_-“ Anyway, let me know if u luv it or hate it (or are rather indifferent) then I will write and post some more =]
Loves,
XXROXYXX