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Scratch The Surface	By : charmedtodeath Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4312 -:- 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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Bright sunlight streamed through the windows of number four privet drive. The sparkling rays danced straight in the eyes of one unfortunately positioned boy, causing him to wake up with a groan of frustration. Harry grumbled then rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his pillow over his head. After a few minutes of this, he decided he should probably just get up anyway.. He was in fact, leaving in two hours. It was already ten� clock and his fire place was set to be opened to the floo network at twelve o�clock precisely, allowing Harry to travel over to the Weasley�s for his summer vacation.

Tossing his covers away carelessly, Harry swung his legs over the side of his small bed and stretched his arms up over his head. A big yawn, and a gulp of water later, Harry swooped up his clothes and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot watered rolled down his body in waves. Harry leaned his head back and let the water splash against his face while his thoughts traveled back to the events of the night before. He had wanked off to a picture of Malfoy. He wondered why this thought didn�t disturb him more. Harry reached for the soap and began to lather his body. �Well, its not like I am gay or anything�. It was just a dream. Even though I did wank off looking at his ferrety face, It was only out of spite. Ha! Stupid git.� Soapy suds rolled smoothly off of his shoulder blades, and down his back. Harry reached behind him and twisted the knob to turn off the water.

Grabbing a towel Harry stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Using the towel, he wiped the steam from his hot water, off of the mirror. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned to look at his reflection. Bright green eyes stared at him and he blinked. Harry noticed that a spot had formed right above his left eyebrow that wasn�t there the day before, and shrugged. He pulled open a drawer on the top left side of the counter, pulled out his tooth brush, and began to brush his teeth.

Once he was finished in the bathroom, Harry decided that it was time to pack up his belongings for his vacation. Looking around his room, he saw clothes strewn about everywhere, along with his books for school and other random possessions. He decided that he would need to bring all of the clothes that fit him. He would, after all, be gone for the rest of the summer, Even if the clothes were still dirty� Molly would surely take care of that problem. So he began to quickly pack up everything within arms reach of his cross-legged position, in the middle of his bedroom floor. Looking over to his left, he spotted his favorite black shirt, crumpled next to his bed and leaned to reach it.

When he was finished, Harry stood up and examined the room for anything that he may have accidentally left behind. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a slightly crumpled piece of white drawing paper, laying upside-down a few feet away from his bed. He took a few steps towards the offending paper and stopped. After curiously looking at the paper for a few seconds, Harry abruptly remembered what it was, and quickly turned around towards his trunk. Walking over to it in quick strides, he shut his trunk and locked it. Just forty-five minutes left to kill. Harry walked over to his bed, glaring at the paper on his way over. He pulled his blankets straight, fluffed his pillow and placed it at the top of his bed,. He then sat on the edge of his newly made bed, and again looked at the upside-down paper briefly, before quickly averting his eyes and standing up, making his way over to his desk.

Harry pulled back his chair and sat down, wondering idly what to do for the next forty minutes. He drummed his fingers on his desk, quietly at first , then louder and louder. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and let out a frustrated sigh. Still tapping his fingers with his left hand still on his desk, Harry looked over his right shoulder and dared another look at the seemingly innocent paper with narrowed eyes. �Aargh!� he shouted. He stood up so quickly that his chair toppled over. Harry stomped over to the paper and stopped in front of it. He bent down, snatching it quickly without flipping it over, before folding it ,and stomping over to his trunk. He unlocked it as fast as he could and shoved the picture in between the pages of his advanced charms book, then slammed his trunk shut with a frustrated groan. �Bugger! He thought silently. �Bloody fucking hell! What is wrong with me!?!�

Two minutes till twelve found Harry and his family sitting in the living room waiting anxiously for the time when he would be gone from their lives forever. Harry eyed his aunt who had decided to stand up, suspiciously. Petunia walked slowly towards Harry in slow careful strides, looking more like she was attempting to touch a crazy, homeless dog, than her nephew who she had raised . He continued to stare at her wide-eyed, wondering what she was about to do, his eyes darting quickly to his wrist watch. One minute left. As he was looking down at his watch, a hand came to rest on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise. His head snapped up quickly and he met the eyes of his aunt Petunia. �Be good Harry�be great.� she said to him in a shaky voice. She made her way back to her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Harry�s mouth opened and closed like a fish as he looked around the living room at his family, who sat looking like they were about to watch an evening show, rather than saying their last goodbye to him. Suddenly his fireplace roared to life. Harry stood up and made his way over. Before he stepped in, he locked eyes with each member of his family and when his eyes came to look at his aunt, she nodded her head once and cleared her throat to speak. �Remember what I said Harry.� she said with downcast eyes. �I will.� was all he said back as he grabbed a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fames, and shouted clearly �The Burrow�. And in a flash, he was gone.

A part of Harry felt somewhat sad that he would never see them again, but as he stepped out of the fireplace in the Weasley home, he quickly changed his mind. Molly Weasley bustled her way over to Harry and wrapped her arms around him tightly. �It is nice to have you home Harry, dear. Ron�s been coming around the room every ten minutes asking, �Is he here yet mum?� A voice cut of Mrs. Weasley coming from the next room. She rolled her eyes and shouted back �Yes Ronald, Harry is here now.� Ron quickly appeared in the kitchen and when he saw Harry, he smiled. �Been waitin all day for you to get here mate. I�ve got something to show you. Come on then. Let�s get your trunk up to my room.� He said as he grabbed the edge and began to pull it towards the stairs.

When they got to Ron�s room, He quickly dropped the edge of the trunk and ran over to his bed. He snatched up a letter laying there and handed it to Harry. �Hedwig dropped this off for you this morning. Its been spelled so that only you can open it.� Harry rolled his eyes and glanced down at the letter which had his name beautifully written on the front. He flipped it over in his hand and looked at the plain black wax seal. �I wonder who it�s from.� he said looking curiously at the envelope. �Only one way to find out mate.� Ron said giving Harry a clap on the shoulder. �Guess your right Ron� Harry said as he ripped the wax seal.

Potter,

There is no time when you do not occupy my thoughts. Whether it be sitting in class, or laying in my bed, thoughts of you trouble my mind and I cant get you out of my head. I shouldn�t feel this way about you. But I do. On some level, I believe that I always have. As the child of a death eater, I have been trained to hate you. I wish I could. But each day, images of your smile and sparkling green eyes, fill my thoughts and I find myself wishing to be on the receiving end of that smile. I know that I am not entitled to it, but just once I wish that I was the one who made your face light up with joy rather than rage. I know that we could never be together. I am only sending this so when the time comes for the final battle, you will know that even though circumstances prevent me from fighting with you, I promise that I will not fight against you. And when you take down the dark lord, if I am still alive, I will spit on the grave of my father and I will celebrate your triumph.

Sincerely yours,

Slytherin

After reading the letter, a look of shock came over Harry�s features. �What�s wrong? What did it say? You look like you just read a love letter from Millicent Bullstrode.� Ron laughed. �Not funny Ron�It could be.. Here. Read it.� He said as he shoved the letter at Ron who took it skeptically, noting the panicked look on his best friend�s face. He began to read, his eyes growing wider with each sentence. �Bloody hell mate. That�s serious. What are you going to do?� Ron asked. All traces of laughter had vanished from his face and he was looking at Harry with confusion evident in his light brown eyes. �I�m going to write back.� Harry said with a look of determination. �The letter sounds like this person is being forced against their will to join forces with the dark lord. We�ve got to do something.� Harry said sitting down at Ron�s small desk and reaching for a piece of parchment.

Thanks to my 2 reviewers Kitsu and Zooarmy I just couldn�t keep you guys waiting knowing that I have the chappies done. Lol. Happy reading. ~Charmed~
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