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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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Disappointment showed strongly on Draco's features, and he swallowed his snappy retort and looked at the floor, "I really wanted you as a friend, you know" Walking away, Draco disappeared around the corner in a billow of fabric, leaving Harry standing in the middle of the square.

Harry stood stock still, staring dumbly at the corner of which Draco had just dissappeared behind. He and that stuck up, pampered prince had just had a normal conversation...and Draco had all but said that he wanted him as a friend.

Was that still true?

Did he really screw it all up...or was it just another one of Malfoy's sick games? Either way, Harry thought no more about it...it was old crack now, and he had money to burn and a snake in the hand was worth two in the pit, he decided, gazing at Larune...it was ironic really.

Walking away from the scene, Harry soon found himself walking along the streets of Soho once again, having decided to go home and not wait for Tucker to find and beat the shit out of him. The flashing lights and neon signs seemed so much paler in the twilight than in the pitch black of night.

Looking at his watch, Harry noticed that it was nearly six already, although it felt like mere minutes ago that he had left Auntie Nat with a smile on his face.

Sighing, he strode along at his own, slow moving pace, a hard to read expression on his face.

~You know...brooding and sssulking like an adolesscent female won't do you any good~

Harry did his best to look affronted as Larune poked her head out from his sleeve.

~I am NOT brooding!~

~Whatever sstops the tearss, shehshehsheh~ Larune laughed as his face crumpled into one of disapproval.

Scowling, Harry pulled out the money that Auntie Nat had given him and Tucker, and flicking through the bills, pulled out several and walked into a shady looking store to his left. The girl behind the counter looked non too pleased when he slapped his hand down onto it, the bills pressed firmly into the wood.

"Hi. I was wondering if you could help me..."

Draco grinned to himself, that should have left the raven weirdo something to think about; it was true that Draco had indeed wished for Harry as a friend, but he was quickly brought to see the light, the bastard, rejecting he of noble and pure blood...Only a fool would do such a thing.

Maybe though, if Harry was shown the same light that he was, maybe he too could become someone that Draco could be aquainted with in public, someone that he could eventually be something similar to a friend to...maybe...

His footsteps echoed in the halls as he stalked down the damp and dark of Knocturn alley, noting that he was indeed, late! His father had requested his presence a while back, and a Malfoy was NEVER late to anything, it was untoward and not something that Draco would allow himself to be if it could be helped.

"Damn that fucking twat, making me late" Draco growled to no one in particular; a few eyes glanced his way at this remark, but noting that he was indeed a Malfoy, blond hair and superior air giving his heratige away, they quickly turned away before they were noticed. Nobody wanted to insult the son of one of The Dark Lord's Inner Circle.

Scowling, Draco hurried forward down a side path and, noting the only store with the lights turned off, through a side door; the sign 'Borgin and Burkes' being the only indication that the building had ever been occupied after its build.

It truly was a filthy place, but Borgin was a man that deserved the leeway that his father gave him. Normally, such a place would never be given the grace of a Malfoy's feet, but due to the store's nature of products, its condition was almost never given a second glance; it was worth the dirt and grime to gain what treasures it held inside.

"Good afternoon, young Master Draco; I regret to inform you that your father is already inside, but I'm sure you will be welcomed" An apprentice of Borgin's; a stupid little chit of a girl with more acid on her toungue than a viper.

The blond sneered at her, and noting her smug look, waltsed past her and into the back room behind the counter.

"Ah, Draco, so good of you to join us...I'm glad you saw fit to grace us with your presence" Silver eyes gazed at the floor in shame as his father spoke to him, the furious tone of his voice hidden behind the sniggers of the men in the room.

Draco suppressed the urge to glare at them, an expression he had mastered from Serverus himself, one of his favorites that sent fouth years and below scurrying in terror.

"I apologise Father, I was unexpectedly delayed on my way here; rest assured it won't happen again"

"See that it doesn't" Lucius chided as he turned to face his son, "We were just discussing the matter of how it is ridiculous that mudblood's are given money to enter Hogwarts, when all wizarding families must pay their own way. If it is the wizarding families that pay for their children to attend Hogwarts, then isn't it that very same money that the old fool uses to allow such filth to be able to purchase their entrance?"

"It's a disgusting use of our hard earned wealth!" Avery remarked, a look on his face like he had just stepped in something unsavory, and was in the process of inspecting the damage to his knock-off dragon skin boots, "We don't want garbage in the place our pure-blooded children go to learn, so why is OUR money used to help them weasel their way in like the vermin they are!"

"Yeah" Grunted both Crabbe and Goyle Senior.

'As eloquent as their pig-like spawn' Draco mentally sneered, his face a mask of indifference.

These remarks of anger continued for well over half an hour, before Draco decided to put an end to it all and add in a closing statement, that would no doubt spark up another coversation, abeit with similar content.

"I completely agree Father, may I suggest bringing it up at the next meeting of the Board? Even if they disagree to the removal of such filth, surely we could suggest that they pay their own way with muggle money? I know for a fact that the goblins are more than willing to convert it due to the rising demand for muggle money from blood traitors who enjoy prancing around such plebian creatures, acting like animals"

A disgusted expression worked it's way onto Draco's face the minute he imagined such a thing happening. How could anyone stand to be around muggles? Granted, the more expensive brands such as Gucci and Armarni were things he liked to indulge in, the suits and watches allowing him to flaunt his wealth in not only the wizarding world, but the muggle one too. That, he could say was the only upside he had discovered to the muggles.

"That I shall, my son; I am pleased with your thoughts" Draco could hear the undertones of his fathers words and immediately translated them into, 'You made me look good by making yourself look good...now fuck off'

Paying heed to these translations, Draco quickly and politely excused himself, before striding from the room, past the bint at the counter and into the frigid air of the cold London evening.
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