Seasonal Seduction - 1/4

[a-v-y.livejournal.com]

Ok, that's a little story of mine I wrote as an answer to a challenge about the four Seasons concerning Harry X Draco. Well, I'm hoping for some opinions here, so here it is ^.^

Title: Seasonal Seduction
Chapter title: In Autumn - it was a song
Author: a_v_y
Genre: Romance
Words: ca. 860 words
Rating: this chapter K
Warnings: nothing actually in this chapter
Betaed?: yes it is betaed ^^
Summary: Harry is drawn to a foreign voice.

In Autumn – It was a song

Clapping erupted through the Great Hall, after the first years were sorted, and then the feast began.

At all the tables joyful laughter flared while the students caught up to their adventures during summer break, while trying not to choke on the delicious food doing so.

Harry looked around the room fondly, watching his fellow students and friends talking animatedly, and simply enjoyed being back. Back at home. Because this felt like home not the Dursley’s, where he was seen as a freak and treated like a slave. They didn’t accept him. But here he sat right next to people, who not only accepted him but even liked him; this was where he belonged.

Sure, not everybody liked him, but that was okay because there is always someone who you can’t get along with, who you curse and fight with. Somehow such childish school rivalries made his life in Hogwarts seem even more ordinary – like it should be.

Of course, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was not ordinary, not by far. For god’s sake he had one of the most powerful dark wizards lusting after his blood. No, there was no point in denying the fact that he was different. But he learned to cope with it. He knew he had to fight and he knew he had to win. And he was going to fight and win, he had learned to live with his destiny, but he also to want to fulfil it himself.

But all these things didn’t matter at that moment. After a fruitless summer with his hated relatives, he didn’t care about dangerous madmen or the scar on his forehead, only about being back and feeling brilliant.

Happily grinning, Harry finally started eating greedily. He did not have much to eat the last few months and he savoured every taste.

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The boy-who-lived was walking outside towards his favourite spot that was just beneath his favourite tree.

It was a huge specimen of its sort and offered cover from both weather and people. What could he say, he may love it here and feel at home, but the ‘chosen-one’ frankly wasn’t use to all this company.

As he approached the grand oak tree he admired the sight in front of him. He really loved this season. The leaves rustled in the gentle wind and under his feet. The tree was the most awesome of it all. It showed all the beauty that fall could provide you with. At one small part the leaves were still a faint green, from there they slowly turned lighter into a bright yellow and than darker again into an elegant red and finally at the last part it was brown. The wind tugged at them and – as gentle as it was – many gave in easily and sailed through the air, giving the picture the impression of being painted.

Harry suddenly stopped in his step. What was that? It sounded like… singing. Yes, someone was singing and it came from the direction of his tree.

Carefully he came nearer and tried to discern something, but the tree covered everything from sight. He had to get closer to the source and almost started running, as much as he could without making too much sound.

After a few moments he was able to make out the song. This song had been sung to pay homage to fall’s beauty and to give thank for the crops, nowadays, however, it was an old, traditional child’s song.

Harry slowed down his steps and tried to be as quiet as he could be, so not to frighten this marvellous singer. The voice was soft but still strong and dreamy, like nothing he had ever heard before.

He had reached his goal finally and he was inches from discovering the owner of this voice. Only a few steps more, and then he saw him. There under the boughs and in the midst of the colour’s play, stood Draco Malfoy, ice prince of Slytherin.

For some moments Harry forgot how to breathe. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought of something like this. Never would he have considered Malfoy to have such a lovely and amiable voice.

He did not dare to move a muscle, but only stood there frozen like a statue. He was afraid to make himself known to the other boy. It would mean the singing would stop and he felt absolutely no desire to hear the usual condescending drawl in its place. He was in too good of a mood to fight, anyway. So he stayed there listening and watching. The blonde had his eyes closed while leaning against the trunk. For the first time in Harry’s life he was seeing his rival so completely at peace and rest. He willed the moment to last forever.

He did not notice it when his own eyes shut, nor when his lips formed themselves into a relaxed smile.


>> Winter

Comments

[hazelwolf.livejournal.com]

It's lovely so far, but I'm a little confused about the bold words. Am I missing something? What's the point?

[a-v-y.livejournal.com]

ehm, well those were the words that had to be in the text because of the challenge. I didn't think of explaining that further, but I probably should have. Anyway thank! XD