My Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
15,341
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling. I do not make any money from this story and no plagerism is intended.
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Chapter Four:
I let out a frustrated sigh as I stalk out of my compartment. I had been waiting for my boy for more than half an hour. He better be lost or dead because no one makes a Malfoy wait. Well, not dead but he better have a very good reason about why he’s kept me waiting.
As I make my way towards the direction of the bathroom I hear that bloody Weasley’s voice and I figure I might as well put him in his place now while my innocent Harry is away. I stalk to the compartment door as my robes billow around me (I had learned that from Uncle Sev). When I thrust the door open I see one redhead (the weasel), one bushy haired girl (wow, she really looks like a beaver with those two front teeth), one pudgy boy (ewww he looks like a toad), and my Harry—my sweet, innocent boy.
“Harry, what are you doing in here with these people?” I ask angrily. I had been waiting for him for a half an hour while he dilly dallied with the enemy. It was unforgivable.
As I glare at Harry and the stupid redhead because I know he brainwashed him, my boy’s mouth opens and closes as his eyes go wide. I cross my arms, leaning against the compartment door, waiting for his reply. However, before my boy gets a chance to answer the redhead begins speaking in his overly loud, obnoxious voice.
“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
“Come on, Harry,” I say, ignoring the Weasley prat. “I’m not mad at you, Harry. I just want us to go back to my compartment.”
“He’s not going anywhere with you, Deatheater!”
I laugh as the weasel face turns a ugly puce color before brandishing my wand, aiming it between his eyes. “If I were you, weasel I’d watch what I say in the presence of a Malfoy. You wouldn’t want your father to lose his job, I know you lot are living off of rat crumbs as it goes. It would be just a shame if you starved to death.”
Before the weasel can get another word in the bushy haired beaver begins talking a mile a minute. “Oh my God! You’re a Deatheater!? I read in British Wizarding World: A History that the Deatheaters where in league with You-Know-Who and that Harry Potter killed him. Why would Harry Potter wanna be friends with the people that killed his parents?”
I sigh because I don’t have time to talk to annoying Gryffindors, (or Merlin forbid, Hufflepuffs). All I want is my boy and a Malfoy always gets what he wants. “Harry, I said we are leaving, let us depart immediately.”
“Harry Potter isn’t going anywhere with you, Malfoy. Everyone knows your Deatheaters, you and your whole family!”
“What are you talking about, weasel? Why would I go anywhere with that insufferable little snot, Harry Potter?”
Finally my boy stands up to face me and I’m sure that he is finally leaving the presence of these muggle lovers. I smirk at the weasel and his entourage but when I hear my boy speak my smirk quickly disappears.
“I’m Harry Potter.”
Tbc…
I let out a frustrated sigh as I stalk out of my compartment. I had been waiting for my boy for more than half an hour. He better be lost or dead because no one makes a Malfoy wait. Well, not dead but he better have a very good reason about why he’s kept me waiting.
As I make my way towards the direction of the bathroom I hear that bloody Weasley’s voice and I figure I might as well put him in his place now while my innocent Harry is away. I stalk to the compartment door as my robes billow around me (I had learned that from Uncle Sev). When I thrust the door open I see one redhead (the weasel), one bushy haired girl (wow, she really looks like a beaver with those two front teeth), one pudgy boy (ewww he looks like a toad), and my Harry—my sweet, innocent boy.
“Harry, what are you doing in here with these people?” I ask angrily. I had been waiting for him for a half an hour while he dilly dallied with the enemy. It was unforgivable.
As I glare at Harry and the stupid redhead because I know he brainwashed him, my boy’s mouth opens and closes as his eyes go wide. I cross my arms, leaning against the compartment door, waiting for his reply. However, before my boy gets a chance to answer the redhead begins speaking in his overly loud, obnoxious voice.
“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
“Come on, Harry,” I say, ignoring the Weasley prat. “I’m not mad at you, Harry. I just want us to go back to my compartment.”
“He’s not going anywhere with you, Deatheater!”
I laugh as the weasel face turns a ugly puce color before brandishing my wand, aiming it between his eyes. “If I were you, weasel I’d watch what I say in the presence of a Malfoy. You wouldn’t want your father to lose his job, I know you lot are living off of rat crumbs as it goes. It would be just a shame if you starved to death.”
Before the weasel can get another word in the bushy haired beaver begins talking a mile a minute. “Oh my God! You’re a Deatheater!? I read in British Wizarding World: A History that the Deatheaters where in league with You-Know-Who and that Harry Potter killed him. Why would Harry Potter wanna be friends with the people that killed his parents?”
I sigh because I don’t have time to talk to annoying Gryffindors, (or Merlin forbid, Hufflepuffs). All I want is my boy and a Malfoy always gets what he wants. “Harry, I said we are leaving, let us depart immediately.”
“Harry Potter isn’t going anywhere with you, Malfoy. Everyone knows your Deatheaters, you and your whole family!”
“What are you talking about, weasel? Why would I go anywhere with that insufferable little snot, Harry Potter?”
Finally my boy stands up to face me and I’m sure that he is finally leaving the presence of these muggle lovers. I smirk at the weasel and his entourage but when I hear my boy speak my smirk quickly disappears.
“I’m Harry Potter.”
Tbc…