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Bleared Perspective (Cherry)	By : Lunarsempai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dear Merlin the year just started

Title: Cherry

Rating: 16 and up

Warnings: Slash, anti-trio (Sort of), pro Malfoy's, anti-Weasley’s(sort of), Non-betaed, Creature-fic, AU

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or money making form own Harry Potter or any characters attached to that name they belong solely to their creator and publisher I just borrow them for fun.

Notes: “talking” ‘Thinking’

HP&DM

Harry potter was happy for the beautiful day because it reflected his mood. It was the end of summer vacation and most children were tiredly shuffling towards platform nine and three quarters, their parents pushing them to walk faster. In Harry’s case he was running towards the magical barrier that separated Platform nine and three quarters from the rest of Kings Cross, eager to escape his horrible relatives for another year. His mammoth uncle kept the ‘normal’ members of his family near the curb; he didn’t even wait for the boy to leave before he drove the rest of the family off.

After passing through the invisible barrier, Harry Potter, Savoir of the Wizarding World, did a quick scan of the crowd looking for the familiar sea of gingers and a frizzy head of hair that would indicate the Weasley clan and one of his best friends Hermione Granger. After a second scan, he found them on the far end of the station; their group seemed smaller than before but not as depressed as they had been at the beginning of the summer. He made a move towards them before he heard a familiar drawl coming from the other side of a nearby column. .

“Draco this is not another of your games, you must take it seriously.”

The Patriarch of the Malfoy family stood tall and proud next to his son, cane in hand and platinum blond hair tied in a ribbon at the base of his skull. His skin was paler than usual but managed to glitter in the sun. His face was set in a frown and he seemed stressed. Harry was surprised to see him. After he was thoroughly disgraced in his trial during Harry’s sixth year, he was sure the elder Malfoy wouldn’t show his face in public again. The Boy Hero made himself as comfortable as possible and continued spying on the two Malfoys.

“Yes Father, I understand” The younger replied, designer robes as immaculate as ever, his pose mirroring his father’s.

“Just getting close to him is not enough, you do not have much time left” The elder Malfoy scanned the area before returning his gaze to his son. ‘Getting close to who? Just what is Malfoy up to this year?’ Harry frowned a little at the thought before focusing again on the conversation between father and son. He inched forward a bit hoping his trolley wouldn’t give him away with a squeak.

“Father, I am well aware of how much time we have left but it is not a problem” The younger Malfoy countered, pulling himself up and squaring his shoulders as if in preparation for a fight. The elder Malfoy frown’s deepened, “See that it isn’t Draco” After scanning the area once more, the two Malfoys left, going in opposite directions and leaving the boy who lived to his thoughts. ‘What in hell could the Malfoys want that they need to get very so fast?’

“People who listen in on others’ conversations hear no good of themselves” Harry whirled around, his normally messy hair flying in the air as his glasses slipped down his nose. “Malfoy” He spat, taking in a good look at the boy in front of him. Malfoy had grown over the summer; he was now at least five feet eleven inches to Harry’s five feet five inches. His hair was longer too and reached him mid-back while his features had lost all their left over baby fat and was just angles and planes. “Potter”

Was it Harry or did Malfoy just purr his name? He decided to ignore that odd thought and move on “What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry drew himself up to his full height, reaching for his wand that was tucked away in his belt. “I could ask you the same question Harry” Malfoy drawled but it had none of its usual malice and seemed… flirty? Or maybe Harry was losing it. He looked at Malfoy again; playfulness swimming in his eyes that he had never seen before and why was he suddenly so close to Harry now? The raven was sure the blond had been a good foot away before. Yup Harry was definitely losing it.

“Hey! Harry!” Harry turned in the direction of his name, seeing his two best friends waving at him and fighting the flow of the crowd to get to him. “Damn, its Weasel and his little girlfriend, see you around Harry” With a wink Draco- ‘Malfoy!’- left; robes bellowing as he headed towards the train.

“Hey! Harry!” Ron Weasley shouted as he clapped his friend on the back. Harry staggered forward only to be caught by Hermione Granger in fierce hug. “Oh Harry how are you? We’ve missed you” She said, her ample bosom cutting off what little air her hug did not. “Air!” He managed to rasp before his face started to turn blue. “Oi Malfoy didn’t give you a hard time did he?” Ron asked, blue eyes turning darker at the thought of Malfoy junior. Harry shook his head and righted himself, taking note of that fact that both his friends were now a head taller than he was. Life was so unfair. “Nah, mate that ferret wasn’t giving me any trouble”

“That’s good Harry but really, you’re an adult now! You and Malfoy should really put aside your differences. Be the bigger man and offer up a truce for the last year of school” Hermione was in her lecturing mode now and nothing besides a good book or the warning whistle of the Hogwarts express was going to stop her. Ron smiled at the smaller teen as his girlfriend launched into another speech about ‘Putting the past in the past’. To add to the effect she had her hands on her hips in style reminiscent of Molly Weasley.

At the Hogwarts Express’ shrill whistle she blinked “Oh dear we’ll be late c’mon you two!” she reached for Ron, who blushed pink and began a swift trek towards the rest of the Weasley family. Harry just shook his head at his two best friends before swivelling his trolley and heading off after them. It was a struggle to catch up to Ron and Hermione who had everything packed aboard the train already. “Hey let me help you out there” Before Harry could respond a tall, shaggy headed stranger already had his Trolley by the handle bar and was setting a fast peace towards the Express.

“Umm thanks” Harry said, jogging to keep up with the stranger’s strides. “No problem; I saw your friends leave you behind back there and couldn’t help myself. I was always a sucker for a damsel in distress”

He smiled at some distant object while fingering a pendant around his neck. Harry was about to tell the man he was no damsel when he felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, they came to a stop in front of the train and the strange man was staring at him.

“I’m not a girl” Harry said, remembering the earlier comment but the taller man seemed not to hear. ‘Or he could be ignoring me’

“Well it was fun and all but I have to go now; can’t keep the shop closed all day”

Harry blinked; stunned at the speed with which they reached the Express. “Thanks again for helping me out back there”

“Think nothing of it, glad to help someone in need” He smiled at the ‘Boy Who Lived’ and watched as he boarded the train. Harry turned to inquire his new acquaintance’s name ignoring the shivers that ran down his spine despite the warm day. “Oh wait I never got…” but he seemed to vanish into thin air “well that’s strange, even for wizards” He turned back and started heading for a compartment, trying to ease his newly acquired headache as he went.

“Harry!”

“Oi! Harry! Wait up!”

The ‘Golden Boy’ turned around and was surprised to see his friends coming up behind him panting and sweating. “Ron, Hermione? What are guys doing back there?”

“What are we doing back here? When we took off we noticed you weren’t behind us and when we looked around, POOF! You were on the Express with some bloke.” Ron replied, nearly taking Harry’s head off with a wild swing of his arm. “Oops sorry Harry” He grinned apologetically as the ‘Boy Hero’ shook his head in acceptance. “Anyway we searched all over for you mate and to think you were off chatting up some friend while ‘Mione and I thought you were lost or kidnapped or something”

“Was he a friend of yours Harry?” Hermione asked, ushering the two boys towards the middle of the train, looking for an empty compartment and ending up scaring away a couple of second years. “No, just some random person” Harry replied, feeling a little unease rising in him. He tried to turn the conversation away from the mysterious stranger and decided to bring up what he overheard earlier.

“Hey guys, I think Malfoy’s making his move this year!” He said, directing his statement more to the robust redhead, knowing he would get quick support. “Ah ha! I knew that ferret would have something planned,” Ron exclaimed a blended look of triumph and disgust swimming in his eyes. He turned to his best friend of seven years and inquired more about the plan.

“I overheard him and his dad talking about plans to get close to someone this year” Harry whispered, drawing more of Ron’s attention and causing Hermione to roll her eyes. “That sneaky ferret!”

Inwardly Harry smiled; he could always count on Ron for a distraction. Meanwhile Hermione groaned before exclaiming loudly “Would you two just give it rest! The war ended two years ago and the Malfoys have been proclaimed innocent of most of their charges! Even if Lucius Malfoy had a secret dark plan there’s no way Hogwarts would allow him to enter so he could enact it.” At the end of her speech her face was red and some of her frizzy hair had gone wild.

“Erm ‘Mione” Harry started, eyes a little wide as he stared at the Head Girl “What are you talking about?” Ron finished; a cloudy look hiding in the corner of his eyes.

“Honestly Ronald! Don’t you read the papers? It’s all over the news, look!” Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a three week old edition of ‘The Prophet’. The front read big and bold taking up two lines ‘Former Death Eater Getting His Just Deserts? Or A New Wave Of Dark Wizards Rising?’ The title was interesting, to say the least but the article, written by ‘William Bobette’, was a lot more eye opening than its title.

‘Former Death Eater and right hand man of ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ Lucius Mafoy was released earlier this day the eighth of August 1998 because of an appeal made towards the Wizengom for a shorter sentence in Azkaban a year ago today. He was found guilty when tried two years earlier and was given life imprisonment, stripped of most of political standing in the eyes of the court and charged a hefty fine of seven hundred and sixty-three thousand galleons to be paid off to the victims of Death Eater attacks.

‘He spent a year in the Wizard Prison trying to appeal while goblins check his holdings. In the middle of July 1997, after exhausting nearly all avenues available to him, Lucius Malfoy stood trail once again, he appealed for a sentence severed and five years community service, paying five thousands galleons monthly to the rebuilding of homes and other buildings for the widows and orphans of the war at the advice of his Legal Wizard. His case was dismissed to the eight of August 1997 where he was granted his appeal. Today he has finished his incarceration in Azkaban and is expected to begin his stay at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry under the guard of Hogwarts’ Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. When confronted about his thoughts on the sentence the former Death Eater had nothing to say.

‘In this reporter’s humble opinion this ‘Punishment’ isn’t harsh enough nor is it truly punishing Mr. Malfoy but the children who attend Hogwarts. He and his cohorts are responsible for more than half of the war’s widows and orphans; Most of the who will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Continued on page 3.’

BLOODY HELL!” Ron exclaimed; causing Hermione to quietly cast a few silencing spells while giving him a look. Harry stared at the article a little longer; he couldn’t believe the words he was reading. ‘Malfoy Sr. at Hogwarts, what next? Bellatrix teaching Defence Against The Dark Arts?’ He turned the paper over, looking through the rest of the articles it offered. It was mostly a collection of Death Eater trails, and some advertisements.

During the train trip, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Seamus and Dean, found their way into the compartment making it a little crowded before Ron and Hermione left to attend to their duties. Other than the little small talk and Ginny’s attempts to grab at Harry’s crotch, not much happened for the rest of the ride.

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The Great Hall was filled with chatter as old friends met up, siblings worried over siblings and gossip was being spread. The sorting had been quick and almost every first year was sorted quickly into either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. A few students who were sorted into Slytherin were actually booed at and the perpetrators were forced into silence. After the sorting, Harry passed his gaze over the staff table and realized that there were two empty seats. “Hey guys” He said, trying to gain his best friends’ attention, only to find out that they were a little wrapped up in each other. Headmaster Dumbledore stood to deliver the traditional beginning of year speech. He went through the yearly warnings of going into the forbidden forest and the curfew. “And this year, I am pleased to announce that we have a new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher who, I am sad to say, is not-” In the middle of his speech the doors of the Great Hall banged open to reveal Malfoy Sr. and his wife. They both strode purposely towards the staff table, heads held high as their robes bellowed behind them in a way that would do the Severus Snape proud.

“Ah Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, I am happy that you can make it, I trust that all is well?” The Malfoys stopped in front of the Great Hall’s Staff table and bowed slightly to the Headmaster. “Yes, all is well.” Replied Narcissa, before she and her husband moved to take their seats at the table. “Yes, as I was saying, our new Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher” Dumbledore gestured in the Malfoys direction. “Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy.” She stood and bowed slightly to the mostly shell shocked students of Hogwarts before regaining her seat. “And our new addition, an Assistant Professor, if any of our returning students remember last year’s fiascos that were reminiscent of the former Misters Weasley.” There were many groans going around the Great Hall. Harry shivered. Last year was bad. The staff and students at the school were a little – overzealous – in their celebrations and most of the year was spent in either the hospital wing or trapped in dorms. The twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes seemed to glow brighter for a short second; he didn’t seem to mind last year’s disaster. “Mr. Malfoy, while he severs his sentence, will be acting as an Assistant Professor should anything disastrous happen. Now, tuck in”

A soft blanket of murmurs fell over those who had gathered as they processed the information; sure the Malfoys had defected to the light but were they really fit to teach? The students dug into their meal, glancing towards the staff table every now and then for suspicious behaviour. The Malfoys ate silently, every now and then catching eyes with a student they caught staring before the shamed faced student turned back to his meal.

Ron slammed his hand down on the desk, exclaiming with his mouth filled with Sheppard’s pie “This is outrageous! They shouldn’t be letting Death Eaters into the school.” A few Gryffindors moved their heads to avoid being hit by the large pieces of pie flying from Ron’s mouth.

“Ron didn’t you read the article I gave you?” Hermione asked with a steely edge to her voice. “I- uh, that is... but Hermione! They’re Malfoys!” At this point Harry joined the discussion.

“And they’re Death eaters! Remember when Malfoy’s dad put the diary in Ginny’s cauldron! What makes you think he doesn’t have a more nefarious plot ready for this year?!” Harry whispered. Hermione started at her friend and boyfriend. Her gobsmack expression was accentuated by her fizzy hair and the silence of the Patil twins behind her.

“Harry James Potter! Ronald Bilius Weasley!” She whispered, seemingly in a trance. “I expected much more from you. How could you say that after everything they’ve done for the war! Narcissa Malfoy was one of our spies and Dumbledore testified on their behalf! Not to mention Lucius Malfoy’s defection to the light at the Department of Mysteries!” With every sentence both boys shrank further back into the benches as Hermione’s voice carried over the quiet area on the Gryffindor table. “Just wait until your mother hears about this Ronald and do not expect me to help you with any homework until both of you get over your bias of the Malfoy family!” She turned back to her meal, muttering angrily while the Great Hall looked on in awe. Rarely does one see anyone, much less a muggle born, stand up in defence of the Malfoy family.

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To the summer logged students of Hogwarts, Monday morning came too fast and the bright sun was a mockery of the typical Monday blues. Each second year and up students slowly made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast while the first years awaited further instructions from Professor McGonagall. Most the students were stilling trying to sleep their way through breakfast when a life changing event was set in motion. The Great Hall was half full when Draco Malfoy got up from the half filled Slytherin table and moved with predatory grace towards the Gryffindor table. From his trajectory, it was clear that he intended to go towards the ‘Boy Hero’

He stopped behind the Golden Trio, his mere presence causing the already sluggish conversation to ground to a halt around them. The trio finally looked up after they released the now quiet Great Hall was echoing their whispered conversation back at them. Harry was the first to react; he turned in his seat to confront the blonde. “What do you want Malfoy?” A sexy ‘NOT!’ smirk crossed the young Malfoy’s face and even though his words were soft they filled the Great Hall. Hermione frowned at Harry’s hostility but said nothing. It was clear that Malfoy only had eyes for Harry.

“I would Like to talk with you Harry, alone” He cast a disapproving eye on the other two thirds of the Golden Trio.

“I don’t think so-” Ron started off before a glare from Hermione silenced him.

“Anything you have to say can be said in front of my friends” Harry replied, green eyes looking more like emeralds instead of their regular bottle green.

The other boy sighed, the hot air ruffled His bangs for a short second before he submitted to the smaller boy’s wish ‘He’s so cute’

“Well Harry, ”

“That’s Potter to you Malfoy”

Draco chuckled a little under his breath. Harry’s fiery nature would fit right in with his family. “Alright, Potter then. This isn’t something you would want others to overhear” Draco drawled, glaring at the on lookers who had just glared back.

The entire Great Hall was leaning in to hear what the two enemies had to say. A few even had a few words of their own to add but were silenced when Hermione and Draco glared at them. Harry bit his lips, his privacy was one of the few things he valued but could he trust Malfoy?

Harry picked up his wand and cast a silencing charm around the four of them. “There, now we can talk privately”

Draco’s silver eyes narrowed slightly but he gave the smaller male his way. Hermione and Ron looked smug as Harry smirked at him.

“Harry” the smaller male glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Fine, Potter, will you do me the honour of becoming my bonded?”

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