Parallel
The Story of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
By Embittered
Genre Romance/Drama
Rating R
Summary It was never going to be, they were complete polar opposites, parallels, lines that run and run and never cross. Until now. HP/DM slash.
Chapter 1: Through Melancholy Tinted Lenses
Out in fashionable country Wiltshire where aristocracy had dwelled for centuries; turning there pointed noses at the filth that existed in each generation, sat a sprawling manseloum, regal in its bearing and in the assured hands of an unfaltering blood line. It was in Malfoy Manor, where Draco Malfoy, heir of the Manor and all the class, status and predjudice it entailed, sat staring broodily out the window. If there was one thing Draco Malfoy had mastered apart from acerbic wit, devious scheming, and an immaculate coffieur it was brooding. Eyes of molten ice viewed an overcast sky in similiar spectral tones and sighed as he counted the days till he would be back at Hogwarts.
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 47 seconds
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 46 seconds
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 45 seconds
Oh yes, Draco Malfoy, sole occupant of Malfoy Manor, excluding various house elves scurrying about doing supercillious tasks, had it all.
In the middle of surburban normalcy where the middle socio economic class lived comfortably, immersed in their exclusive worlds of manicured lawns and Sunday night drinks with the neighbours, sat Number 4 Privet Drive. It was here in this urban utopia where Harry Potter, The 'Boy who Lived' and reluctant occupant of the house sat staring darkly out the window, pondering his own fate, one that had been numbered since birth. Eyes of poisonous vermillion viewed the darkening sky with melancholy shades and sighed as he counted down the days till he would be back at Hogwarts.
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 31 seconds
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 30 seconds
3 days 4 hours 10 minutes and 29 seconds
Oh yes, Harry Potter, adolescent saviour of the wizarding world, had it all.
And he was nothing like Draco Malfoy who watched the same sky, counted the same seconds, and longed for the same intangible, inconstant, nefarious emotion of love.
Because they were enemies and nothing more.
Someone had yet to infrom the omnipresent being in charge of the weather, that September usually meant a refrain from typical wet grey English weather. Rain fell forth from the heavens in sheets and Harry Potter was drenched the minute he left the safety of the car. Watching as the Durselys car pulled away from the car and sped unceremoniously back into the continous stream of traffic for the last time, he felt an a sudden pang somehere in the vicinity of his ribcage. It was all over. Seventeen years of pain and threats and barely contained contempt, and now he was alone, a solitary figure obscured by the flooded skies and and continous wash of rain and people running to escape the deluge.
Doesn't bear thinking about what I'll do after this year, he thought, in the worst case scenario I could always stay at Grimmauld place. Who knows, by then it may all be over, he added morbidly.
Shouldering his cumbersome pack he began guiding his unwieldly trunk through the milieu to the platform.
Draco Malfoy too, made his way to Kings Cross Station, though without having to suffer in the indignity of being left alone in the ran. This however did not mean he didnt suffer. His mind was a teachorous place to be at the current moment, it always had been but now more then ever. All he wanted to do was wear the monologue tape thin, have it break, and unravel and leave him in peace. But such cease of cranial chatter was not imminent, and his mind supplied him with a precise description on what he would do once he reached Hogwarts.
'...and after dinner I'll have those uncouth leeches, Crabbe and Goyle, stand outside the dorms and make sure nobody disturbs me, thats all their good for, sentinel duty...why do I insist on plaguing myself with their company...oh thats right for Father...look where alliegances and good contacts landed him...and when I get to the dormitories I'll change and I'll lie down and sleep and it will be so good, just to rest and to sleep..."
But it wasn't like Draco hadn't slept while staying at the Manor, he rarely roused before midday and even then he was taken to staying in bed all day if he could get away with it. But it seemed his sleep was always tainted with obscure nightmares and random memories from his childhood. Pleasant memories supposedly, but as he watched them from a new perspective they seem gain a menacing, meditating evil aura, brewing beneath his seemingly fortunate past.
The magical automobile slid to a stop on the curb.
"Here we are Master Malfoy."
"Thank you Manuel." Draco replied with the aplomb of superiority required when dealing with servants. "Please inform Mother I arrived safely, in plenty of time."
"As you wish Master Malfoy." Manuel replied with a demure nod. "I hope you enjoy your last year at school."
"Oh I intend to." Draco said easily as he climbed from the car. "I have every intention of enjoying myself this year."
He collected his bags, matching and of the finest quality of course, and made his way to the platform with no visible sign of the mental anguish that haunted him.
A/N Love it? Hate it? Ambivalent about it at best? Review if it was the first option, but if not, leave me to my own perverted musings, see where its gets me.
Embittered