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\'There\'s something about Malfoy\'	By : Lilith08 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own! J.K Rowling does. I’m not writing this for profit, just for fun! (If I did own it… heh, it would be a LOT different ^_- )

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There's something about Malfoy.

By Lilith.

Summary: Free from his father’s influence, and Voldemort’s threats, Draco’s personality changes dramatically in his and Harry’s final (eighth) year at Hogwarts- and Harry can’t help but get intrigued by it…

Warnings: Not many really, swearing, m/m sex (which if you don’t like, why are you even here anyways?) and an insane amount of fluff and Draco wooing by Harry (this is Top!Harry and Bottom!Draco)

A/N: Since I’m currently working on ‘On the Edge’ which is a pretty dark, angsty fic, thought I’d have a go at something lighter and more fluffy- just to see if I can actually write fluff well (I LOVE reading fluff, but I’m more of an Angst kinda girl) so Review and let me know how I’m doing, and what you think of the story.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: What the Hell?

Boarding the Hogwarts express for his ‘eighth’ year, Harry Potter couldn’t help but feel surreal about the whole thing.

Less than six months ago he had vanquished the darkest wizard of all time, and here he was, finally with his life all to himself, his purpose already been completed, and he wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to do with himself.

This sense of freedom from responsibility he had… it was unnerving.

Looking at all the smiling and laughing young witches and wizards as they embraced their housemates and boarded the train made him feel as though he was stuck behind a pane of glass. Of course, he still got the stares, and the whispers, and now thanks to his act of destroying Voldemort, ‘The Most Evil Dark Wizard of Our time’ (as christened by The Daily Prophet who had been running 10 page spreads on it ever since)

He found himself sighing every time Hedwig came back with yet another batch of ‘Thank you! We love you!’ letters from his adoring fans, and longed for the normality he saw all around him in his peers.

“Harry mate, will you stop standing there and get on the train? All the firsties are gonna swarm it soon”

Prompted by Ron’s insistent nudge to his arm, Harry randomly pulled open a compartment door and flung himself into a chair, not noticing the other occupants of the compartment were staring at him in clear astonishment.

“Er, Harry mate, you’re in the snakes den” Ron helpfully pointed out, jutting his chin out to indicate Pansy Parkinson, who had stopped unpacking her bag and was looking at them both in confusion and distaste.

“I don’t care, Ron, I’m not going back out there to be swamped by first years asking me to sign their text books”

Ron, who seemed poised to argue, immediately shrugged and wondered off at the sight of Hermoine looking down the corridor of the train for him.

There was a few moments of silence in the compartment, before Harry lifted his eyes and challenged those who were staring at him.

“What?” he asked shortly, noticing that bizarrely, Draco Malfoy looked like the only Slytherin who didn’t seem to mind his presence. Draco had calmly taken out a piece of parchment upon Harry’s arrival, and was sitting quietly writing what looked like a letter.

“What the hell are *you* doing here?” Pansy hissed, starting to make her way over to where the dark haired Gryffindor sat. Before she even made it half way she was stopped by a shield charm.

“Leave it, Pansy, he has the right to sit wherever he chooses” Draco said quietly, his eyes still fixed on his parchment, but with his wand drawn.

“What? Draco, are you being serious? After what he’s done?” Pansy gasped, joined in her outrage by the other Slytherin’s sharing the compartment.

All eyes, including Harry’s own surprised gaze, were fixed on Draco.

“Yes I know exactly what he’s done, Pansy. Which is why he can sit wherever he likes”

Stunned into silence by their leader’s acceptance of Potter on ‘their’ turf, the Slytherin’s settled into their seats in bemused irritation.

Harry, still wondering what the hell had happened, found himself staring at Draco as if he expected the blonde to grow another head. Who was this person? The Draco Malfoy he knew and loathed would never have stuck up for him, hell, he would never have given him the time of day unless it was to spit out a spiteful comment.

The Draco Malfoy in front of him, dressed rather oddly, intrigued him. Gone was the stark black suit Draco had sauntered around in when he’d last seen him, now Draco sat in a soft dove grey jumper and casual looking black trousers. The clothes seemed to make him look less severe, and the jumper Harry had to admit, did bring out the colour of Malfoy’s eyes very nicely and make him look, well, normal.

Harry watched as Draco finished his letter and rolled it up, before slipping it into his pocket. Years of suspicion flared up as he found himself wondering who Malfoy was writing to, but then he realised it didn’t matter anymore.

The Slytherin’s had settled into quiet glaring, and feeling oddly at ease, Harry pulled out a novel he’d been meaning to catch up on, and settled himself down for the long journey to Hogwarts.

He did not notice Malfoy levitating the parchment he had been writing on into his open rucksack.

The sorting and welcome back feast had never been so tedious in Harry’s opinion. After listening for over twenty minutes to the sorting hat wax poetical about ‘The Great Harry Potter’s’ defeat of ‘The Most Evil Wizard known to Witches and Wizards everywhere’ he was just about ready to rapture his eardrums with a fork.

However once the feast began, he did start to enjoy himself a little more. It was nice to see his friends look so carefree again. Ron and Hermoine were whispering into each other’s ears and looking so sickeningly sweet it put the sugar syrup on the tables to shame.

Neville Longbottom had become a Romeo, as he was now dating Luna Lovegood, whose strange earring collection seemed to fascinate him as he held up a pair of radish earrings and smiled at his girlfriend.

Ugh, Harry thought. Everyone seemed to be dating someone. Before he didn’t have time for all that, but now… now he was free to do what he want. Maybe the way to achieving a bit of normality was to start going out with someone.

Almost on instinct Harry looked over to Ginny Weasely, who strangely enough, was peering in his direction, her eyelashes lowered coyly.

Harry considered it for all of a millisecond before he quickly crossed her name of his mental list of possible partners. No. Ginny was lovely, really, but the war had changed him. He saw the youngest Weasley as a friend, nothing more. Whatever he had felt for her didn’t seem to matter anymore, she was history, and he wanted something new, something different.

A blush graced his cheeks as he thought about what had happened on his trip to muggle London a few days ago and that sparked an idea. He had been wondering around London, when he and Ron had decided to have a quick drink. Not really knowing the area well, he had walked into the first pub they saw and ordered a pint each, not really noticing at first that all the occupants were men.

It was only after seeing a particularly handsome dark haired man stick his tongue down the man next to him’s throat did two and two finally make four.

“Harry! This is a gay bar!” Ron had gasped, eyes going comically wide as the couple continued to make out.

Harry, unable to answer, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. After an entirely too long pause, he managed to nod his head in confirmation, unable to talk as he felt a hot wave of arousal flare through him as he watched the dark haired man grab his partner’s ass.

“Well, as long as they don’t come onto me, I’m cool with it” Ron said, taking a long sip of his pint “Just means there’s more girls out there for us, eh mate?”

But now, looking back, Harry wasn’t entirely sure that was true. Ever since he’d seen those two guys make out he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d kissed a few girls before, but he’d found it strange, and if he was being completely honest, quite boring.

Would it be different if he kissed a guy?

What if he dated a guy?

Harry suddenly found himself scanning the boys closest to him. He was disappointed when he realised none of them really did anything for him.

Ron was just… Ron. Seamus was nice enough, he supposed, but he couldn’t really see anything lovely about his appearance. His jaw was a little heavy and his eyebrows were a bit bushy.

How about a more feminine looking guy? Like…

Harry swivelled his head around. His gaze landed directly on Malfoy.

‘Well’, Harry thought to himself as he took a sip of pumpkin juice. I’ll think about it logically. ‘Doesn’t mean I fancy him or anything like that, just because he was strangely pleasant on the train today. He’s got nice hair. Very shiny. His brows aren’t heavy… they’re quite delicate really, but not in an all out girl way. He has nice eyes, yeah… he’d be more my type I think’

Just as Harry’s mental assessment of him reached it’s conclusion, Blaise Zabini dropped his textbook on the floor after a particularly loud chocking-laughing fit seemingly brought on by a joke he’d heard. Draco bent over and picked it up- giving Harry something entirely different to assess.

‘He’s got a nice ass’ Harry thought, noticing the way Draco filled out his slacks but still managed to look slender and willowy at the same time.

Hermoine, who had been quietly watched Harry with interest, couldn’t stop a small smile curling on her lips. Of course she knew, and had suspected for a while Harry was at least bisexual if not gay. And she couldn’t even say she was surprised to see her friend checking out Malfoy- Harry had spent an entire year practically stalking him after all.

But was Malfoy gay?

She’d heard the rumours of him being a legendary stud, sleeping with most of the Slytherin girls then leaving them broken hearted, but she wasn’t a stupid girl. She could see through the rumour- the girls were just claiming to have slept with Malfoy to up their own popularity with their peers.

Malfoy didn’t seem particularly found of female company, if his constant irritated glares at Pansy Parkinson where anything to go by. Eventually the dark haired Slytherin gave up her attempt to gain Draco’s attention and turned to Blaize Zabini, who seemed more than willing to give his.

‘And he is very attractive. Perfect nails. Perfect teeth. Perfect hair. I will have to do a little bit of research I think’

Immediately setting her plan into action, Hermoine excused herself from Harry and Ron, and said she was off to have a chat with the Patil twins. Those twins would certainly know of any rumours surrounding the blonde haired Slytherin, since they happened to be currently dating two Slytherin’s themselves. It would be up to her then to weed the truth from the lies and work out if Malfoy was, as she suspected open to suggestion about dating boys.

Later that evening as Harry haphazardly unpacked his rucksack, an elegant piece of parchment fell onto his bed.

Surprised, Harry picked it up and examined it. Whoever it was from was obviously wealthy; he’d never seen such a smooth, luxurious feeling piece of parchment before. It even smelled subtly of something sweet mixed with something spicy. He wasn’t sure what the spicy scent was, but he guessed the sweet smell was the scent of vanilla.

Unlike the overpowering spritz of perfume he’d often had to inhale when opening letters from his young female fans at Hermoine’s request (‘They’re just greatful, Harry, it really wouldn’t hurt to at least read the letters they took the time to send you’) this scent was exhilarating and lovely, and not chocking in the least.

Deciding he’d spent enough time examining it, Harry sat down and un-rolled the parchment, his eyes widening as he began to read:

Potter,

I was quite surprised when you walked into the Slytherin compartment today. I can imagine you are not quite feeling yourself after everything that’s happened- I know I certainly aren’t.

I suppose you’re shocked at why I, Draco Malfoy, sworn enemy of Harry Potter, am writing to you? Well, essentially, this is yet another thank you letter to add to you’re vast collection (I read in the ‘profit the Ministry have set up a special postage system entirely in you’re honour for fan mail to be sent directly to you, so I imagine you probably have thousands such thank you notes already)

You see, without you destroying Voldemort, my Mother would most likely be dead, and my Father would still be ruling over us with an iron fist. Now that he is locked away in Azkaban for the rest of his life, we are free to do as we wish. Mother has never been so full of life and happiness.. I have been made Lord Malfoy now, so my mother’s and my own financial security has been assured (I’m sure you must have read about my Father’s attempt at trying to prevent me inheriting the Malfoy title and fortune?) and of course, an added bonus is that I no longer have a dark lord breathing down my neck.

You’re probably thinking why am I so pleased that my father and the dark lord are gone? You always thought I was just a junior Death Eater, eager to follow in daddy’s footsteps.

This isn’t true at all. I have acted the way I have, ever since I first met you, because I had no choice. I had to act like my father and pretended to live up to his ideals, or my mother and I would be in danger- he has a short temper, and my Mother often bore the brunt of it.

Anyway, I am not who you think I am. Sure, I don’t particularly like Muggleborns that much, but I never, ever, wanted them hunted down and slain. I even admit that I am quite envious of you’re friend Miss Granger- she is one of the smartest people I have ever encountered, and it does not come from ‘superior’ pure blood.

But saying that, I suppose in a way, I am a little poisoned by my father. I see students wearing those blue trousers (denims?) and can’t help but feel distaste.

I’m not stupid Potter, the world is changing now, and I can see Muggles and Wizard Kind will eventually start to merge again. It’s already happening. But I’m rather ignorant of it all, and was hoping that maybe you could help me learn a little bit more? (Where does one acquire ‘Denims’ from for example?)

At the very least, I would like to meet you privately so we can talk, and I can explain a little bit more about the thing’s I’ve mentioned in this letter. I would at least like to buy you a drink, seems the least I can do since you’ve given me my life back.

If you are willing to meet up with me, I know a secluded and very exclusive bar we can meet up in (the press are not allowed there, and the staff are extremely discreet-you wouldn’t be hassled about being seen out with me) perhaps Wednesday night around eight? It’s called the Serpent Rouge, and is quite close to Hogsmeade.

Owl me back when you can, and once again, Thank you.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

Harry re-read the letter at least twice before his whirling brain seemed to comprehend what was being said.

Malfoy had sent him one of the most charming letters he had ever read. Malfoy had thanked him, and denied he was the conceited, bigoted prat he’d appeared to be for all these years, and now wanted to meet him.

What would he do?

Part of him desperately wanted to meet Malfoy, his curiosity had been raised (as well as a certain part of his anatomy as Malfoy had bent over in the hall earlier) and if Malfoy was telling the truth, perhaps they could finally put their rivalry behind them… and perhaps they could…

‘Okay, enough thinking, I don’t know where that train of thought will lead. Yeah, I admit it, I think he’s hot, but…’ Harry chewed on his bottom lip and cast a quick Tempus charm. It was only 10 o clock, and there was a good chance Hermoine would still be up.

As with most things he was unsure about, Harry reacted by seeking out Hermoine.

After all, she virtually knew everything.

Harry quickly made his way to the stairs of the girl’s dormitory and politely asked the portrait if he could speak with Hermoine. After enduring an ear full of gratitude and praise, he was finally admitted into the common room.

Hermoine looked up from the book she was reading and gave him a welcoming smile.

“Hey, ‘mione, I was wondering if I could have a word with you…” Harry trailed off as he noticed the Patil twins edging closer. “It’s kind of private”

“Sure, Harry, do you want to go for a walk?”

They left to a rising tide of whispers, mostly from the first years, wondering if Harry Potter was going out with their head girl.

Away from the dormitory, Hermoine and Harry walked in silence towards the Owlry, and it was only when Harry consulted his map to ensure they were completely alone, did he take out Draco’s letter and let Hermoine read it.

After a seemingly instant scan of the letter, her sharp brown eyes absorbing the words almost instantly, Hermoine handed the letter back to Harry, a small smile on her lips.

“Well?” Harry asked, pocketing the note and sitting down on a step. Hermoine sat next to him and appeared deep in thought for a moment.

“I think it would be a wonderful idea, Harry. The letter does sound quite genuine, and after the way you said he acted today on the train, I don’t think you’d be in any danger be meeting up with him”

Harry considered this. What if this ‘new’ Malfoy was all an act to lure him out, get him alone and hex his bollocks off?

‘As if he could, anyway’ Harry thought, remembering Voldemort’s look of pure astonishment as he was defeated.

“So, are you going to write back to him?”

“Yeah, I will once I get back to the dorm…” Harry trailed off as Hermoine rolled her eyes and whipped out a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, ‘mione” Harry smiled in fondness.

“Women always are” Hermoine said primly, pushing the parchment into Harry’s hands. “Go on then”

“But why are you acting so… I don’t know, trusting of him? After all the things he’s called you” Harry had to know, that was the one thing preventing him from going whole-heartedly into the proposed meeting.

“Because, Harry, I think, and have always thought, a lot of Draco’s behaviour was characterized by his father and his beliefs- not his own. And that is what Draco himself has put here. The least you can do is meet him and find out for sure if this is true. If it is… well, I think it would be nice for you too to finally kiss and make up, as the saying goes”

Hermoine shrewdly noted the way Harry’s cheeks went red at her purposefully used phrase. Harry quickly took the quill and began to scribble a reply, in what Hermoine could only describe as the most horrendously messy handwriting she had ever seen… perhaps expect Ron’s.

After a moment of two of writing, Harry put the quill down and held the parchment up, squinting at what he’d wrote.

“Well, read it out then”

Harry, looking rather embarrassed, cleared his throat and began to read:

Malfoy,

You’re right, I was totally floored when I received this letter. I am curious, obviously, but a bit sceptical as well I think we should definitely meet up for a talk.

It’s a bit weird writing to you, as I don’t really know what to say… I could tell you about denims. I actually have a spare pair I will bring you. They might be a little bit big, but you could shrink them. I will bring them anyway; it would be interesting to see you wearing muggle clothes.

Anyway… I will meet you at the Serpent Rouge at eight on Wednesday.

And I accept you’re thanks (I’m a bit tired of writing that to everyone) but, really, I do accept your thanks, you know? Yours was the nicest, strangest thank you letter I’ve had.

So, I will see you Wednesday.

Harry Potter.

Hermoine couldn’t help but snort in amusement as Harry read out his rather random promise of bringing jeans for Malfoy. It was so obvious Harry fancied him- he had written half a page and most of it was occupied with what Draco would look like if he were wearing form-fitting jeans.

“What? You think it’s weird? Should I write a new one?” Harry asked, wondering what was wrong with what he’d put.

“No, no, that will do fine, Harry. Oh, and maybe you should bring him something other than the jeans, you know, as a peace offering?”

Harry blinked.

“Oh, honestly Harry, I can read you like a book. You fancy him. And you’re hoping if he is sincere maybe you could date him”

Unable to do anything but gape like a fish in astonishment, Harry stared at his friend. How did she know?!

“So, I was thinking, it might be a good idea to subtly transform this meeting into… a semi-date if you like.”

“A date, Hermoine?! This isn’t a date! And Malfoy’s not even gay!”

Hermoine smirked. “I have it on good authority that one Draco Malfoy does indeed prefer the company of men, also, I didn’t say it was a date, I said it could be a semi-date”

Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Okay, so a semi-date, what does that entail?”

“Well, I should imagine with Malfoy, being brought up in high society and what have you, he would expect to be wooed by his suitor”

“Wooed, Hermoine? Are you serious?”

“Don’t go all out yet with flowers and chocolates, but perhaps bring him just one flower, like a White Cosmo, oh! And an olive branch, I will get it for you, and wrap the flower around it, it will look lovely”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “They both mean Peace right?”

“Exactly. That’s what you want, and then… just see how things go. His reaction to the flower will give you a good indication of what he is feeling. Oh, one last thing Harry…”

Harry frowned as he saw Hermoine had stood up and was heading back towards the dormitories.

“What?” he called out after her as he walked to keep up with her.

A devilish glint sparkled in Hermoine’s eyes as she regarded Harry coolly for a moment.

“I saw you checking out his ass in the great hall”

Then she took off in a run, leaving a rather joyful Harry to chase after her.

A/N: Don’t forget to Review please! Loads of nice reviews will make me want to write and update more :D

Love,

Lilith.
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