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Blonde Is Not Another Word for Stupid, Gay? Is No	By : Idiosyncratic13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As is with all the proper starts,
and this is a new start, comes the explaining. I don't really explain
though, I let you all figure it out on your own. And so, this is it.

Title: Blonde Is Not Another Word for Stupid,
Gay? Is Not Another One Word Question in response of
Does-My- Ass-Look-Sexy-In-These-Dragon Hide-Pants.

Characters: Harry and Draco, Snape, Maybe other
boring characters

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Language for now for sure, Mentions of Abuse/Trauma/Neglect, Corporal
Punishment, Sexy Time?

Summary: I'll get there someday.

People often times wonder what it'd be like to the Boy
Wonder-Who-Lived-To-Be-Famous-For-Not-Dying-Even-Though-Many-Evil-Powerful-Wizards-Wanted-Him-Dead,
as Ron liked to say, to live happily in a world where everyone loved you, and
everyone wanted to be around you.

Harry shook his head, staring unseeingly
out the carriage window, and sighed, not one of those theatrical sighs, but a
quiet, what should I do sigh.

It wasn't as easy as it seemed to
be. For starters, none of these people wanted to be around Harry. They wanted
the famous shallow, conceited, fucker who would smile benevolently, charge into
battle full steam ahead, never thinking, and come out unscathed. After so much
fakeness, and so much lying, Harry finally realized he wanted peace. Obviously
with a bald, snakey faced, crazed, psycho path
running around with a bunch of old men trying to kill him, he knew he�d never
get true peace.

The kind of peace he wanted was
that knowing when he came to sit with his friends, they were his friends.
Having enough enemies already at the age of fifteen, Harry didn�t need anymore.
Genuine, loyal friends that wanted to be with Harry, and not
the boy-who-can�t-die.

�Harry puffed air out, fogging the window.
Carefully he wrote out Dumbledore's name, and after staring at it, watched the
rain slowly trickle through it, erasing it in cracks and dribbles. Smiling,
Harry stretched his feet out, admiring his brand new pair of jeans. Dumbledore
had begun to crack, and now Harry just had to keep poking, and prodding away,
and soon he�d fall to pieces.

�This year would be an exciting
one.� Thought Harry.

This year, he wasn't going to be
Dumbledore's pet. He had dutifully played the part for many years, and frankly
he was tired of it. Tired of the losses he had, the life threats to him,
his friends, and protectors, and mostly just tired of being a pawn. He looked
back up, and almost Dumbledore�s entire name was gone, and he smiled.
Dumbledore had no more control over him, from that summer on, Harry had
resolved to be himself, and he put an end to this stupid, jolly person he had
been.

The truth was,
Harry was very smart. From a young age he had been reading books, after books,
teaching himself at the young age of three to entertain himself. Years and
years of reading anything he could salvage or get his hands on had made Harry
much, much smarter than he appeared. �He
just never had a good time to bring it up.

Hermione was the smart one, and he
didn�t ever feel like contending with it.

Ron was his buddy, his lets slack
off, and then rush to get it done friend.

Harry never felt like showing off
his intelligence, instead he kept it a secret, knowing that no matter what he
had to do, or had to pretend to be, he always knew he wasn�t the stupid lackey
of Dumbledore, which Dumbledore thought that he was.

Harry flicked an imaginary piece of
lint off of his jeans and smiled.

�"I think a nice bit of sleep would
prepare me for the rest of this ride." Harry said. He paused, and looked
down.

�"Hellllooo?"
he said.

�Finally, a small, triangular head popped out
of his collar. It was a Hufflepuff snake in
colorings, with its deep gold, and black patchwork
that started halfway down its neck, and was quite extraordinarily beautiful, if
not very dangerous.

�Well, they you are Sunan, I was wondering where you had gone. I was hoping for
more vitriol than you had given, especially as we walked through Gryffindor.�
Harry teased the snake.

Indignantly Sunan
raised his head. �I was keeping myssself clean from
all this filth in the air. I don�t understand how you humans breathe!�

Harry chuckled at it�s prissy nature, but had to agree.

�I�m sorry I can�t modify the spell
so that it purified even the smells that reached you, but I have to first
research it, this one just takes the air around you, and duplicates the water
life you came from. It basically, to my understanding of it, creates a life
force for aquatic animals in the air so they can reside on land. I have to
admit, it was rather risky testing it on you, since I didn�t understand all the
Latin.�� Harry explained to Sunan.

He was regarded by the snake, and
if it was able, the snake had to have rolled it�s
eyes, and then ducked back into his shirt, curling around his neck as if it
were a pretty scarf.

�Sstupid
Boy. Would I be here around this unworthy neck if I didn�t find sssomething of interessst in you.� Mumbled Sunan.

He repressed the barest of shivers,
for Harry knew, that if for any reason he and Sunan
came to a misunderstanding�well Sunan held a lot of
venom in him for a snake.

Sunan was
an aquatic snake that Harry had rescued of sorts.

A local fisherman had come back
from fishing off of the Australian coast, and had toted along this snake. The
fisherman boasted of how he survived the bite, and had trapped it in a tank on
his boat.

Thankfully, Harry had been in town
that day with his Aunt, who had brought him along to carry the fish bags, so
she herself wouldn�t smell.

Walking along, Harry had heard this
very pissed off sounding person. They had talked with an accent that he was
sure he had heard only a handful of times.

�Ssstupid fat human. Come back here. Come poke me
again. Jackasss of a man. You sstupid unworthy
land whale, come try to ssurvive me again, sso I can bite you.� He had heard.

Looking around he saw nothing,
other than a handful of men talking, and a small aquarium resting on the
sidewalk. Peering at it closer had shown the beautiful snake sliding along the
edges.

At the time, enraged by his own
invisible prison walls, Harry had reacted before he thought. Seeing that they
hadn�t been paying close attention to the aquarium box, he scooped it up, and
walked away.

�Look, I can get you out of here
and away, but you have to promisse to not bite and be
quiet.� Whispered Harry to the snake.

�Sstupid humans. Talking to a ssnake,
expecting uss to understand
them.�

Right after it had whipped it�s head around and stared at Harry. �You sspeak?� it had questioned.

Harry �had nodded, and asked it again for its
cooperation. When it had agreed, Harry quickly slid down a side alley, and
stopped behind some trash cans.

Quickly he racked his brains for
something he could do to help the snake. Finally, a small text in his book
popped into his memory. �Permissum aequora of vita flow huic proprius in terra.�

He knew it roughly meant something
along the lines of letting water give life on land.

Hesitating only seconds to make
sure no one was around, he whispered the spell.

A flash of light, so small it could
have been a match or a lighter, flickered and then disappeared, and Harry stuck
his hand, in a brave move really, into the tank.

And here Harry and Sunan were.

Only later did Sunan
confide in Harry that Harry was too stupid to live on his own, and needed to
take Sunan with him to protect and guide him. Plus,
Harry was a constant source of amusement for him as well.

Deciding to follow Sunan�s lead, Harry let the rolling of the train calm his
thoughts of Dumbledore and being himself this year and any other thought, and
followed the path to his dreams down.

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That�s an introduction for my story, they�re not always the best. My first chapter will be
tomorrow. It�s too late to keep posting, I have school early tomorrow. Anyway,
I�d love some feedback, but regardless the next chapter will be tomorrow. The latin was with help of a
translator. Im shittier than shite with it.
Sorry. Plus, I know Harry seems kind of OOC. I couldn�t help it in this
chapter. The next one he should be back in more. This was just kind of a good
example of my bad intros. Until tomorrow!
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