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A New Darkness	By : lilysunshine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 72885 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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Disclaimer: Don�t own it, wish I did. Cause then
we�d have a movie with Harry and Draco doing nasty stuff right in front of
us. Can you say �guh�?

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Chapter 2

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�Potter.�

Harry groaned and covered his eyes, blocking the sunlight
that was streaming in from the window. He turned over and burrowed into
the silk sheets, willing whoever was in the room to go away.

�Silk sheets? I don�t have silk sheets��

Harry bolted up as the previous days events flooded back to
him. He was currently sitting in a massive four-poster bed, in a
luxurious set of rooms in Riddle Mansion. After the conversation with his
father, he had been taken upstairs by a house-elf and shown to the rooms that
would be his for the remainder of the summer.

�Finally awake then, Potter? About time,� the voice
drawled.

Harry turned around, searching the room for the owner of the
familiar voice. His eyes finally landed on a head of platinum hair.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against one of the bedposts, arms crossed over his
chest, his usual smirk firmly plastered on his face. Harry sighed,
stretching his arms over his head.

�Being that you haven�t attempted to kill me yet Malfoy, I�m
assuming you�ve been informed of the recent developments. Either that or
you�ve dreamt of me in bed so often, the sight of it just doesn�t phase you
anymore,� Harry said, sprawling back onto the soft pillows. �And do stop
with the �Potter� crap, there is no one by that name here.�

Draco�s jaw had dropped at the �bed� comment, and he still
hadn�t quite recovered. This was definitely not the same Potter that he
had left on the train just a month before. That Potter had been
easily embarrassed, brash, and easily riled. This Potter reminded
him a great deal of himself. A fact that disturbed him greatly.
He�d been informed by his father of the new heir of the Dark Lord, but hadn�t
quite believed the story until now. He could see the difference. A
coldness that wasn�t there before. An arrogance, the same arrogance, that
could be found on anyone in Slytherin house, but shouldn�t be on Potter.

�No, not Potter. Not anymore.�

Draco studied Harry more closely. He�d known Potter
for 6 years now, and had spent a great portion of those years looking at
Harry. Know thy enemy and all that. He was so much different than
the boy he�d met at Madam Malkin�s Robe shop when they were eleven.

�Hell he�s a completely different person than he was a
month ago!�

The raven black hair was the same, as were the piercing
green eyes, although they were less expressive than they had been at one
time. The famous scar was still there. He was still the same
height, �Figures he�d wind up the same height as me,� Draco thought
bitterly. Same lithe, muscular form, honed by years of quidditch.
But there was something different. Something off.

�He carries himself like me��

�Enjoying the view Draco?�

Draco looked up at Harry�s face. �You wish Potter.�

�Again with the Potter. Not him. Pick something
else. You know, I should probably ask Pops what my name is. I mean,
is it Riddle? Voldemort? Dark Lord Junior? Hey, kind of like
that one.� Harry greatly enjoyed the shocked expression on Draco�s
face. �Why are you in here anyway?� he asked.

�Your�father�asked me to come get you for breakfast. I
have to say it would be quite amusing to see his reaction if you called him
Pops to his face,� he muttered. Draco wasn�t quite sure what to make of
this new Harry. Ignoring the past six years, he seemed like someone Draco
could be friends with. �Pops�heh, that�s pretty good.� He
already knew he�d have to get over the animosity if he wanted to remain in good
graces with the Dark Lord. He had made that perfectly clear when he told
Draco to bring him to breakfast. Apparently, Lord Voldemort wanted Draco
to become Harry�s second, his confidant, much like Lucius was to him. �Not
that it�s a bad thing, it�s a position of power. Influence. And
this new Potter is definitely intriguing.�

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�Will you get out of bed already? I don�t particularly
care to keep his Lordship waiting,� Draco drawled. �While you may get
special treatment for being his son, I have no such luxuries, and frankly,
Crucio before breakfast tends to ruin my appetite for the rest of the day.�

Harry snorted at that and dragged himself out of bed.
�You know, you�re pretty amusing when you aren�t being a git. He looked
around for his cls, bs, but couldn�t see them anywhere. He looked over to
Draco, who was dressed in well-fitted gray trousers and a white button down
shirt.

�Shit. I think the house-elves stole my clothes.
And even if they didn�t, I doubt they�re acceptable to wear in my father�s
presence,� Harry said, gesturing at Draco�s obviously expensive clothing.
�And I highly doubt silk pajama bottoms are o.k. dining attire,� he
added.

�That�s an understatement. Fine. Come on.
You�ll have to borrow some of mine. But I swear, ruin anything and I�ll
hex you into next week,� Draco said, sighing. He strode out of Harry�s
room and down the hall to his own, muttering the whole way about uncultured
heathens who wouldn�t know good fashion if it was shoved in their face.

�Could you be anymore gay?� Harry asked with a
smirk.

�Two words. Finch-Fletchley,� Draco countered. It
had come out in sixth year that Harry and Justin had engaged in a brief
affair. There had been quite an uproar when it hit the papers that the
Boy-Who-Lived was interested in boys. Not that it was a big deal in the
wizarding world, they were pretty open about the whole thing. No, it was
more that a decent portion of the male wizarding population had rejoiced in the
fact that there was now just as much a chance for them to bag the handsome
savior, as for the girls.

�Stupid Hufflepuff, at least all the other ones knew to keep
their damn mouths shut�� Harry mumbled.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks. �Other ones?!
What do you mean other ones?�

�Oh come on Malfoy, I�m seventeen years old. Did you
honestly thing I was some pure, innocent, ickle virgin, just waiting for true
love to come along?,� Harry asked sarcastically.

�Well, yeah.�

Harry burst out laughing. �I must be a better actor
than I thought then.�

Draco started walking again, throwing open the door to his
room and storming over to his wardrobe. New Harry or not, he still didn�t
appreciate being laughed at, and he definitely didn�t like the fact that Potter
had obviously been screwing around with the population of Hogwarts without his
knowledge. He was supposed to know everything that went on in that
school. He picked out a pair of black pants and a green button-down
shirt, as well as socks and a pair of dragon hide boots.

�Here,� he said, thrusting the pile at Harry, then moving
over to sit on his bed, arms crossed.

�Thanks. I�m definitely going to need to go shopping
soon. Can�t have the heir of the Dark Lord walking around looking like a
poor little orphan now, can we?� Harry dropped the pajama bottoms to the
floor, completely un-selfconscious about the fact that he was now standing nude
before his former enemy. He knew he looked good, so why should he
care? He pulled on the borrowed clothes, slightly surprised at how well
they fit. He�d known he and Draco were about the same size, but the
clothes fit like they were made for him.

Draco watched as Harry pulled on the boots.

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�Maybe being close to Potter won�t be so bad after all.�

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