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In a gilded cage	By : DBZVelena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: humor!

Title: In a gilded cage.

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The morning had started as every other morning. Being woken up for breakfast, and
promptly wishing life wasn't so cruel.
I'd stretch my limber body and get up, go to what had to pass for a bathroom
and took care of the usual things.
I'd look in the mirror and run my nails through my white hair.
After that I'd climb down the stairs and eat breakfast, wishing that the food
just once would be a little better than my usual stuff.
However I had learned early on that refusing to eat it would only mean being
hungry.
After breakfast I'd climb up the stairs again and sit in my usual space.
My usual space was perfect for people watching. I'd watch the people outside
for hours through the window.
However I knew there was absolutely no chance of me ever walking those
streets again, free and without worry.
That was my price for being a fool.
I should have taken Dumbledores offer all those years ago.

Now I was stuck in a cage, a gilded cage, but a cage none the less.

There was no escape for me, no freedom.

I would just have to wait out my days in the cage, and hope every day that
that day would be the day that somebody rescued me from that horrible place.

And so I watched that window, hoping somebody would look through it and see
me.

~~ @ ~~ @ ~~

I had been watching the people outside for maybe 2 or 3 hours when a bell
signaled a visitor.

There were always plenty visitors, but I was never let out of the cage.

But visitors meant a chance of freedom, so I'd leave my people watching spot
and move one level lower.

There I watched as the visitor greeted my jailor.

The visitor hadn't turned towards me yet, so I could only see the back.

Dark messy hair, a long coat that must have cost a lot and a sexy voice that
was really to die for.

Not that I'd had much use for such ideas. Being in my cage and all that.

The visitor talked and talked with my jailor, in fact he talked a lot more
than most visitors.

Usually the visitors would simply tell the jailor what they wanted, and after
they got it, they would leave again.

I hated every single one of those visitors. Couldn't they see me? Locked in
my cage, wishing for freedom.

But of course they could, they just decided to ignore me. Ignore my very existence
as soon as they left through the door.

Like I didn't exist.

Which was why I hated them so much.

Finally, finally the visitor turned around. Eyes traveling over all the
cages.

It was obvious by were the eyes trailed that he hadn't come for me.

Probably more interested in the girls in the cages hanging from the ceiling.

Still despite that, I couldn't take my eyes of this visitor.

I could swear there was something familiar about this visitor.

~~ @ ~~ @ ~~

Then the visitor ran his fingers through his hair and I knew.

Harry, bloody, Potter.

What the hell was he doing here?

Ok, so it was a very respectable place where they were. Still didn't he
already own a girl?

Unless of course the bird had gotten to old and was now useless.

That might explain why Potter was here.

Potter was staring from one cage to another, sizing each girl up expertly.

As he moves around the room, he steadily got closer to my cage.

For a moment I thought about trying to bite him through the bars of my cage.

But that wouldn't endear me to either Potter or my jailor.

So instead I watched Potter as he moved from cage to cage.

When he was really close to my cage I realized something.

Had his eyes always been that green?

Then it struck me, he wasn't wearing those god awful glasses.

I remember thinking that it was a mighty improvement when suddenly those eyes
were fixed on me.

Potters green, green eyes seemed to freeze me to the spot.

I could not have moved if I had wanted to, those eyes seemed to look in to my
very soul.

And then he smiled, and I could breath again.

Then Potter turned and walked right up to my jailor.

Potter was talking so rapidly I could only follow the gist of it.

But that was enough.

Out of all the boys and girls in the place, Potter had picked me.

I could not believe it.

I had thought that he'd be the last person on the planet to save me from this
place.

But I knew it would be a while yet before I would be allowed out of my cage.

After all, it would take a bit of time to get me to obey like a good lil pet.

But I didn't care, maybe, just maybe, I could manage to convince him.

Convince him that the white ferret he had just bought, was really me, Draco
Malfoy.

Stuck in this furry white body because of a curse.

Ah, I could only hope. At least all those owls wouldn't give me a headache
with their noise anymore.

If for nothing else, at least for that I'd be grateful.

the end.
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