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Doujinshi	By : Glue Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Title: Doujinshi
Summery: Draco has been misplaced into a world without magic, and where a certain author by the name of J.K. Rowling has the attention of millions. After reading six of her books, Draco tries to get back to his own world to fix what he sees as wrong.
Disclaimer: ...no. Don't think so. I wish, but no.
SPOILERS: Everything including HBP. Especially in this chapter.
A/N: This is part of the Insanity Duet. (And is slightly more sane.) Hopefully, this storyline and plot won't confuse anyone. I myself really like it. (Snickers.) Hopefully you enjoy it as well.
A/N Two: I think this chapter is a little odd. It had three different POV's, the first being Draco, the second from a narrators point of view, and the thrid... you'll see. The parts seem rather short to me, but a lot of information is packed within them. And I'd better get to sleep. (I have work in seven hours.)
TWO
Today was Sunday. Draco hated Sundays. Not only because he typically had to work on them ... but because breakfast lasted longer on them.
He hated breakfast work.
It was currently ten. He'd only been there for an hour so far.
"Dray!"
Draco winced, still a little�okay, a lot�sleep deprived.
Jeremy looked pissed. Draco had learned that that specific look was reserved for when book-him had done something that had completely pissed off the brunet. This time it looked like it was something major.
Jeremy's costume-robes were all disheveled and winkled, alerting Draco at once to the fact that the other probably hadn't slept since late afternoon on Friday.
Draco sighed. This wasn't going to be fun.
"Do you have any idea what the 'other you' has done?"
Draco relaxed a little inside. Jeremy was still coherent to realize that he was not the Draco Malfoy in the books.
Not anymore at least.
Seven years in an environment much different than what you are raised in can do that to you.
He still wasn't quite sure on how he got to this world. All he remembered was receiving an owl for a belated birthday present a few hours before his History of Magic exam. Next thing he knew he had been in a place totally unlike Hogwarts and England, and the people spoke English with a very odd accent.
He had managed to convince someone that he had no idea of who he was or where he was (at least the last part was very true) and somehow got the new identity of Drake Mallory.
He had no idea how that had happened.
Truthfully, he was a little surprised he hadn't aged a day in this world. He was even more surprised when Aylene had taken him in.
And he was greatful for it.
Honestly, eighteen was when they hit their majority here? Ridiculous!
Pressing the heels of his hands to his temples to try and stave off a headache, he said tiredly, "No. What has the 'other me' done now to displease you? Keep in mind I only read until page five hundred before I fell asleep."
Jeremy opened his mouth to begin his rant before he snapped his mouth shut again. "Oh. Well, okay then." His face screwed up in concentration. "Thats the conversation on horta-whatists, right?"
Draco rubbed his temples again. "Yes. And they're horcruxes." He sighed. "How you can remember things like that and still get the important bits wrong..."
Jeremy stuck his tounge out.
Draco just rolled his eyes and shuffled off to take care of the order in drive-thru.
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Draco sat furious nine hours later.
The book sat closed in front of him on the coffee table.
He could now see why Jeremy had stormed in so pissed this morning.
However, he didn't see why the other had been so upset over 'his own' actions. Snape had been the one to do the damage.
He ran his hands through his blond hair, fisting it in frustration.
Dumbledore was important! What was Rowling thinking of when she killed him off? And having Potter even entertain the idea of quitting school? Simply idiotic.
Sure, he had been slightly upset after the fifth book ... but this just took the proverbial cake.
If only he could get back there...!
He blinked after that thought slowly filtered through his brain.
He hadn't had that thought in years. The last time he had honestly thought it had been when he was still the prat that was portrayed in the books.
He knew that if he needed to, he could slip back into Prat-Malfoy mode and sustain it for a long time. It would be uncomfortable and suffocating, but that would only be on the inside.
He didn't think it would be that difficult.
He sighed as he made his way over to the computer and booted it up. "Granger, you'd be proud."
He was off to research.
And a blue tipped owl watched on from its perch on the windowsill.
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Only a small select group of people knew that Drake Mallory was really Draco Malfoy. Many had commented that he looked like what they would have thought the character would look like. Some commented that they thought he would be taller.
He couldn't help it if he was five foot eight. (That was what Aylene told him.) Anyway, with how thin he was, he gave off the illusion of being much taller unless he stood next to something that people could use to measure him against. Like a tree. Or a person. Or a bike. Or a car. Or a little kid. Or a shrub. Or ...
But not Aylene.
Unless she wore shoes with a heel on them, the two of them were the same height. In fact, if it weren't for her long hair and feminine curves, she could pass as him.
Scratch that. She could. She had proven that last year at Halloween. She had paraded behind the counter as Draco for over an hour, in constant view of her employees and manager. It was finally a costumer calling her Aylene that finally revealed the ruse.
In fact, if he thought about it, it was only because of her that he had a place to start over in this world in the first place. She was the one to find him and told the police that he was the little brother that her mother had and then had been lost.
He remembered at that time making some snide remark about muggles losing their offspring. She had just glared at him and told him to shut his mouth.
He had been surprised to realize that he could no longer open his mouth.
Reflecting now, he realized that Muggle Studies had been a worthless class. The didn't tell the students what a car was, that gas had to be put into it, what computers were or what the internet was; didn't tell them that the golden, curving 'M' stood for food; didn't tell them that one galleon roughly equaled seven dollars and thirty five cents. (Jeremy had gotten that figure by the information in the opening from the muggle version of Quidditch Through the Ages. He also said that a galleon equaled five pounds on the dot.)
He had a feeling that if he ever made it back, he would fail the class abysmally.
But he was stuck here.
Or so he thought.
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She remembered the first time that she had met the idiot. He had been full of high ideals, head full of Pureblood superiority. He had thought that Voldemort had the right idea, even if he took it just a bit too far.
She had beamed in pride as she watched his views slowly change under this worlds atmosphere; watched him as he took the first Harry Potter book off the shelf in Aylene's apartment with shaking hands; had watched him quietly as he was forced to attend an American schools World Studies class and watch the horror that slowly came just under the surface on his face; had watched him cautiously make friends with muggle children his apparent age of sixteen; watched him reveal his one secret to them and saw his disbelieving look as they accepted him for who he was now.
She had watched him the entire time, guarding over him until the 'other him' from the current world they were in found Draco. She had then convinced the other to take him 'under wing' subconsciously. And she still watched over him.
She would forever watch over him, and now she could do it with a light heart over turning him to the side of the Light.
She would protect her master.
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That's it for now!
-Glue

Review Replies

thrnbrooke - Heh. Part of your answers came in this chapter. The others will come soon enough though. (grins)

Ebekah - Thanks so much! And your answers will come soon. (grins)

Kyo-nezumi - And more has been written. (grins)

pm - (snickers) And another serving of Doujinshi, just for you!

DBZVelena - Oh, very so. He has definaltely gotten a good lesson on muggles. (grins)

takkycat_n_AidenRaven - I hope I contiune too! ...hey, wait... *thunk* [Draco: (wielding a broom) ...uh... *whistles 'innocently'*] @_@

FairyChild - Yup! (grins) (glomps)

Pamela - Thank you soo much. (grins) I would hope this is original. He's going to another world and its still not a crossover work. (grin)

Teir-chan - (eyes light up) [Draco: *sweatdrop* Just great...] Ooh, that would be something to see... *drools* [Draco: Eep! Run away, NOW! (runs)] Was the cosplayers hair actaully real? 'Cause that would have been cool... (sighs and starts to dream) [Draco: (hits Glue with McD spatuala.)]

Now I really have to run before my sister starts to bug me 'bout the 'puter again! (grins)
-Glue
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