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Cloud My Eyes With Hate	By : QueenOfChaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Well, hello there" a voice sounded from the door, Aeran spun round, along with everyone else in the room to find the source, "Welcome to The Blue Moon"

A young man of average height, short brown hair and wicked blue eyes stood cockily in the doorway of The Blue Moon, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Mountain Dew in the other, a grin spread across his face.

Luckily, the guests knew that this was around the time that they should be leaving, and sidling past the stranger in single file, they left in a flurry of perfume and bad push-up-bra jobs.

Harry noticed as he stared at the man, that his smile was a little crooked, his teeth slightly askew. It did nothing to hamper his looks though, the man was beautiful in every way.

A teasing laugh echoed from the stranger's lips as he padded towards Harry, clumsily stumping out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray befor taking hold of Harry's chin and examining his face closely.

"Not bad Nat, you've picked up a looker this time"

"Tucker" simpered Nat, sidling over to the man and sitting him down away from Harry, which the young wizard was extremely thankful for, "How's Tommy?"

"I don't know what you see in the bastard Nat, I really don't. He's a twat of the first degree, and I know he takes care of you and everything, but still..."

Tucker took a long drink from the bottle in his hand and slammed it down on the table.

"Tucker, I love yer father, yeh know that. I know yeh don't get along with 'im, but at least try and be tolerant, yer like my own son lad, and I dont like to see yeh like this"

"Meh" Said Tucker simply, disregarding the statement altogether.

"Tucker, don't be a child, now what do yeh think of my little maid?"

Tucker looked startled at Nats words.

"That pretty-boy's maiding for you? No way, seriously. You'd think a lad like that'd never done a days work in his life!"

Harry grew indignant at Tucker's words, a small ember of fury burning weakly in the pit of his stomach.

"For your information, I have been made to cook, clean, and tidy since I was 5 years old!" Harry said, smiling sweetly to hide his anger.

"That yeh have dear" Nat interrupted, seeing the small gleam in Tucker's eyes. That boy so did love a little fight in his lovers,"The garbage needs taken out, yeh pop along and do it now, like a good lad, and I'll get Tucker a drink"

Harry was grateful for the distraction as he dumped the garbage in the trash can, but the wish that he could hex the man into next week was hard to keep down. It helped that he could still feel in his mind the pain of his wand snapping underneath him, the bond between them severed forever.

~Masssster?~

He jumped at the sudden Parseltongue speech reaching his ears, not that he could tell it was a different language, but still...

~Larune? Where have you been, I've been worried sssssssick about you~

~I am sssorry Masster, but that ssstrange muggle sscared me. I apologisse, I am ssstill young~

The young white snake seemed to glow in the dark as she slithered out from behind the trash can. Harry bent down and extended his arm to her.

~I know, Larune, and I am ssorry for ssshouting at you~

Larune curled around the offered arm and was lifted into the air, slowly slithering around his arm and up the sleeve of his shirt, coming to rest around his waist.

~I ssshall have to introduce you to my new nesst~mate, he hasss taken care of me~

~I know Massster, I have been following you. I know that the old muggle isss wearing clothess for the wrong gender~

Larune hissed in what Harry could only describe as a giggle, and carrying the young python inside, he braced himself for the worst.

"Umm, Auntie Naaaat...?"

Nathaniel knew the signs, and immediatly folded his arms and settled his weight onto his hips in a 'you're getting nothing outta me' stance as Tucker helped himself to the bourbon flask.

"Yes, oh new thorn in my side" he chuckled jokingly, a chuckle which quickly transmogrified into a shrill "OHMYGOD!" at the sight of a white snake poking out from Harry's neck hole.

Even Tucker did a double take, dropping his bourbon, conveniently stolen from the cupboard when Nat's back was turned.

"Umm, yeah...remember when I said that my family wasn't exactly the best, wel-"

"They stitched a snake to the SIDE OF YOUR HEAD!" Tucker had obviously gotten over the shock phase of his snake induced paralysis, and had currently taken up residence on the floor, rolling around in fits of giggles like a drunken school girl, instead of the drunken 20 year old collage drop-out that he actually was.

"Umm...no. Actually, Larune here is my friend" Harry decided to bend the truth here a little, he couldn't tell muggles that he just picked up a leusistic ball python in his back garden after a riveting conversation and a small healing bite to the wrist. "I was given her by our next door neighbor, he was a little older than he liked to think, and couldn't take care of her"

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww" Nathaniel had also gotten over his shock phase, and was no longer defening small children out on the street with his queen scream.

"So let me get this straight", growled Tucker *still slightly giggling*, cleaning up broken glass and bourbon,"Your only friend, is a long white reptile that some strange old man gave to you for no apparant reason? Are you SURE he wasn't a sick weirdo who had a thing for small children playing with his snake?"

Harry couldn't help himself, he couldn't picture old Mr Henshaw with his walking stick and pipe fucking about with small children...the prospect was too hilarious to comprehend and consequently, he burst into a violent fit of giggles, dislodging Larune and causing the young snake to get very cranky.

~MASSSTER! Watch what you are doing, I could have fallen off~

Harry dare not answer, muggles didn't even know about magic, let alone a whole language for snakes. He just kind of gave Larune a 'sorry' look and hoped for the best.

"Here, lets get you t-whooops" exclaimed an obviously drunk Tucker, falling over the chair as he made to stand, "...bed"

"Nope, the both of you are going to bed, can't have Tommy shouting at me for getting his boy drunk and loose on the streets of Soho" said Nat, ushering them both up the stairs.

Once tucked in to the double bed Nat had been nice enough to let him use, Harry was out like a light, as was Tucker beside him on the futon bed, snoring like a hippo. Nathaniel looked fondly upon them both, and glancing at the snake curled at the foot of Harry's bed, before he himself head off to bed, turning off the light after one last look at the sleeping duo.

"WAKE UP SLEEPY HEADS!" Nat's voice echoed throughout the room as both Harry and Tucker leapt out of bed like lightening, looking for the cause of their rude awakening. Larune, on the other hand, lifted up her head lazily, looked about, then hissed in displeasure and went back to sleep/

"Come on boys, up and at'em, yeh gotta get some food down yeh if yeh wanna make a good start to the afternoon" Aeran was subsequently forced into a set of clothes and ushered down the stairs, plonked at a table and left with a steaming pile of sausages, mashed potato's, vegetables and roast beef.

"Just leave what you can't handle love, eh?" Nat said softly, before jogging his way up the stairs to repeat the same routine with Tucker, who had discovered the worldwide hatred of hangovers.

At 5pm, after, Harry, Larune and Tucker found themselves tossed out on their ears with orders not to show themselves until 9pm that evening and money to burn.

"So baby-cakes, what do you wanna do today" Tucker smirked at him, flashing his trademark grin. Harry had an instant dislike of the man before him, he wasn't exactly subtle.

"Does, 'ditch you' sound like an acceptable answer?" he asked, an innocent expression plastered onto his already sarcastic smile as they walked along the high street, turning off onto a narrow path. Harry could see the smile literally fall from Tucker's face as it was replaced by a confused expression and cold eyes that bit at Harry like ice.

"Look, baby-cakes" growled Tucker, pushing the boy to the wall, "I promised Nat that I'd show you a good time, but if you insist on being unkind, I can think of other uses for that sharp little mouth of yours" Harry's palms grew cold and clammy as he froze up against the wall.

Tucker grinned and stroked the side of the raven's cheek, letting his fingers linger as the boy flinched from his touch. Larune decided to show her face at this point, aiming a snap at the offending hand, which was jerked away rather hastily.

Straightening up, Tucker released the young raven, who immediately bolted from the man, fear shaking his body as memories addled his brain and sent his body into flight mode. As he wove inbetween streets and alleyways, constantly aware of Tucker being just minutes behind him, Harry found himself suddenly in contact with something soft and velvety, yet firm as he ploughed into it.

"OOF" exclaimed the velvety thing in surprise as he toppled onto it. Opening his eyes, Harry found himself within inches of the face of none other than Draco Malfoy. A sneer worked its way onto the beautiful, yet previously confusion covered face.

"Watch where you're going, fucking muggle"

Harry did a double take, as the word muggle was spat in his direction. He didn't have time to linger on it though, as he could hear Tucker's shouts growing louder.

"Sorry Malfoy, I'll make it up to ya at school" Harry hurried a reply, his brain preoccupied, and leaving Draco bewildered, he took off again.

"Wait...WHAT?" Draco immediatly scolded himself for lack of better vocabulary.

"Hey, you, BLONDIE! You didn't see a lad 'bout your age come past here...fast. Black hair, goth, scar on his head?"

"Potter! POTTER! Oh this is rich, Father'll have a fiel-"

"Did you see tha lad or not" Tucker almost screamed, leaving Draco flummoxed as to the muggle having the audacity to yell at him. His cunning got the better of him though, who better to expose the 'great Harry Potter' as a goth to the Slytherins than he himself, Ice Prince and leader of the greatest house in Hogwarts.

"Yeah, follow me"

Both Draco and Tucker took off after Harry, Draco discreetly using the 'point me' spell under his sleeve.

~Master, you really musssst be more careful, I was nearly sssquasshed~ Larune hissed angrily, but the raven was too busy running to answer her coherently, leaving her with only the words:

~SSorryy...*huff*...I...*puff*...run...*wheeze*...wizard..."

Soon, both Tucker and Draco caught up to Aeran, who had ended up exhausted at the foot of Westminster Cathedral.

"HARRY POTTER!" The shouts alerted Harry to the arrival of Tucker, but he was too short of breath to bother moving just yet.

"FOR GOD'S FUCKING SAKE BOY, WILL YOU STOP GIVING ME THE RUN AROUND!"

"What the fuck are you on about!" Draco said indignantly, his wand clenched to his side, hidden between the folds of his Armarni trousers.

Harry's head jerked up at this, Malfoy was HERE! Why was he here? Why follow...unless...

"Fuck off Malfoy, neither MouldyButt or Dumbledick have got me yet, and a weedy snot like you isn't gonna get me either!"

The Dark Lord, Draco could understand, but what had Dumbles done to Harry to piss him off so much? The insults hit home though, and Malfoy gained a furious glint in his eyes as he sneered at him.

"Umm, kinda left out here..." Tucker piped up, lunging at Harry, grasping the boy's sleeve and invoking once more, the wrath of Larune, who struck at his face, narrowly missing his nose.

~Good girl, if he does it again, don't miss~

Larune hissed her aknowledgement as Tucker grew a bewildered expression, and Draco gained one not unlike envy mixed with something indescribeable.

"Potter, your mine" growled Draco, over his momentary lapse, drawing his wand, "STUPEFY" The beam of red light shot from the end of his wand, but Harry wasn't on the recieving end of it.

The boy had closed his eyes in preparation of the oncoming onslaught of spells, unable to fight back without a wand, but instead, found himself on the recieving end of only a cool breeze and a rather uncomfortable seat. Opening his eyes, Harry found himself on the roof of a building, and looking over the roof's edge, saw Malfoy down below, Tucker having left thinking that he had ran again after a quick 'confundus' charm from Malfoy.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!"

"Is Harry Potter Sir alright?" The familiar squeeking voice entering his ears brought him from his stupor.

"DOBBY" yelled the raven, looking round to see the short, big-eared house-elf grinning at him.

"Dobby can only stay for a few seconds, Mr Dumbledore is saying that all elveses are not to assist Master Harry Potter Sir, but Dobby knew yous would need help. Seconds is all Dobby needs as he knows that Master Harry Potter doesn't have his wand"

Dobby then grabbed Harry by the shirt and pulled a rusty old chain around the boy's neck, scrunching his eyes up tight in pain as Harry was overwhelmed with nausea and dizziness. The moment that Dobby released him from his vice-like grip, however, Harry was swamped with knowledge that no wizard should posess, of elf magic!

"Master Harry Potter now has elves magic for 3 spells. He should now be able to defend himself atleast, Dobby is hoping that Master Harry Potter will visit him at school, when he returns"

A short pop told Harry that Dobby was no longer with him on the rooftop, and with his new knowledge, he himself gave an effort at apparation. He could feel the magic flowing into his body from the life around him, and he popped to the bottom of the Cathedral, abeit a few feet from the ground, and landed with a thump at Malfoy's feet.
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