𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒; 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Prologue

Pairings: (Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy) Dakota (Other) (2+1)
Rating: Pg 13+
Summary: 7th yr. Living at The Burrow. Harry was out trying to complete a mission when he hears a strange noise. It sounds as if some men are causing some trouble. He saves a troubled victim, only to be mesmerized with beauty, and love.
Warnings: This story is… SLASH/YAOI (m/m pairing,) so if you don't like it… you should leave now! May contain coarse language, sexual content, rape, and any other bad thing your mind and obviously mine can come up with.

Prologue

It was 2:12 AM in the beginning of February. Tired, freezing, and just finishing his mission, Harry Potter walked to the edge of Diagon Alley. He cursed having to walk instead of flying his broom. The mission was to infiltrate Obscurus Books, and steal rare restricted books, to gain access on spells, and how to defeat Voldemort; therefore he didn't need to use his wand, or broom. He was passing by another alleyway when he heard several people shouting and laughing. Harry turned toward the alley and saw some men pushing someone up against the wall. It was dark and the moon was hiding behind some clouds so he wasn't sure if the person was male or female.

But when Harry could make out the men's words, he knew instantly that the person was a girl. Judging from the dirty words they shouted, those laughing men surely didn't have any good intentions for the girl. Yet another heroic action required, Harry sighed. He walked into the alleyway. Approaching the men, he walked up and tapped one of them on the back. “Excuse me, Sir.”

The man turned and glared at him. “What do you want, brat?” Harry could smell the Butter Beer and knew the man was drunk. “If you want a chance to fuck this girl, get in line.” The Raven-haired boy had had enough, he was tired and he didn't need to listen to any drunken person. One blow to the head and the man was out cold.

Some of the men noticed their friend had been knocked out and leapt to attack Harry. The drunken men of course were in no comparison against the-boy-who-lived. The others were still leering at the girl, making it easier for the Gryffindor to knock them all out.

After all the men had been dealt with, Harry turned his attention to the victim and held his breath as the moonlight revealed the face of the girl. If there were a word to describe this girl, Harry would choose, “perfect.” Her skin was a pale cream and her lips were a soft pink, tempting to be kissed. Harry was sure that she had Pureblood, judging from the fine skin and hair she had. But the most attractive part of her… was her eyes. They were gray-blue and seemed to beckon Harry to drown in them.

He approached the girl and was surprised when he saw her eyes held no fear in them. Wasn't this girl afraid of the guys? The Gryffindor ran his eyes over the girl's body. She was wearing a plain-tight black shirt with white collars and a matching black skirt, with a black belt that contained small-metal spikes on it. Harry noticed a tare in her shirt, revealing a delicate shoulder. He growled as he saw the shoulder was bruised slightly. “Are you okay, girl?”

The girl nodded. Harry removed his sweater to cover the girl's bruised shoulder. He smiled as the girl let him put the sweater on her. “Let's go, it's not safe to stay here long.” He offered his hand to the girl. The girl stared at the hand for some time before she put her hand on his.

Harry smiled and led the girl out of the alley. He brought her to a bench next to a street lamp. As the girl sat down, He sat next to her and studied her face again. The girl was beautiful and she had short raven-black hair just like his. The only difference between hers and his was the length, how it parted, and how it was styled at the sides with a purposely-combed down front. The back of her hair was messy but it suited her. He could spend all day just watching her. Her lips, her cheeks, her nose, and mostly her eyes, they intoxicated him. He couldn't help himself and touched the girl's cheek. The cheek was so soft. The girl looked at Harry, surprised and raised her hand to remove his.

Harry moved faster and caught the girl's hand with his free one. “It's okay. I am not going to hurt you.” He let his fingers caress the girl's cheek tenderly. Stunned, the girl paused, and then lowered her hand. Harry smiled again but didn't let go of her hand, keeping it in his grip. “Did they hurt you anywhere else besides the shoulder?”

The girl shook her head slightly and Harry, who was still caressing the girl's cheek, felt his breath stolen away as his fingers brushed the girl's lips. He let his forefinger stay on those delicate lips and caressed them. The girl opened her mouth slightly, again surprised by Harrys action. “They didn't manage to kiss you, did they?” Harry looked at the girl. Funny, he just met her, but he already felt very possessive of her.

Again, the girl shook her head, this time very slightly as she was well aware of Harry’s finger tips on her lips. “Good then.” Harry smiled. “My name is Harry Potter, what's yours?”

“Dakota,” The girl finally spoke, sending small vibrations through Harry’s fingers that were still on her lips. The girl's voice was clear and a little low, but it was crystal clear in the middle of the night. She was English, Harry stored the information away.

“Dakota, what a beautiful name.” Harry raised the hand he held and kissed it.

“Umm…” The girl squirmed and tried to pull her hand away, but Harry held on to it. “Look, I am very thankful for your help, but I have to go now.”

“Do you attend Hogwarts?” Harry felt disappointed at himself for asking so bluntly.

Dakota nodded.

“Do you need help getting home?” Harry asked, sweetly. He knew it was better for the girl to go home, it was past midnight after all and it was not safe for a girl to wonder alone on the streets around this time.

“No, it's okay. I can go home alone.” The girl stood up as Harry reluctantly let go of her hand and drew his other hand from the girl's face.

“I don't think so. It is really dangerous for a girl to walk alone at this hour.”

The girl shook her head and said stubbornly. “No, I can take care of myself. Goodbye.”

Harry quickly held Dakota’s hand as she turned to go. “Dakota, I…”

“Let me go.” Harry looked at the girl's eyes and saw nervousness there. It looked like he had pushed the girl too far. After all he was a stranger and his past behaviour to the girl didn't help either.

“If you say so...” Harry released Dakota’s hand reluctantly.

“Thank you and here...” She removed Harrys sweater but Harry quickly stopped her.

“You can keep it.” Harry smiled.

“But...”

“Don't worry, you can give it back to me later.”

“Umm....” The girl seemed hesitant.

Harry grinned since it'll give him a chance to see the girl again. “How about we meet tomorrow at 1:00 PM, here?”

The girl thought for a minute and then nodded an, “Okay.”

“Great, see yah tomorrow, then.” Harry beamed happily.

“See yah.” The girl then turned and left Harry.

Harry walked happily to the station to be taken home to The Burrow. He was going to meet the girl again tomorrow. He arrived at The Burrow about 03.00 AM and trotted up to his room that he shared with Draco, the Slytherin who had been living with the Weasleys that summer. He was surprised to see the room was empty. Usually he would find his comrade sitting on his bed, writing on parchment. Harry assumed Draco was on a mission such as himself, or must have been out to get some air. He did that a lot, and who could blame him after how much pain his family caused him. How could his own family expect him to join Voldemort, and become his “Bitch?” He must be out sorting through his problems, because no matter how late Harry got back, Draco was always up, writing on his parchment, as if waiting for Harry to return.

The Golden-boy plopped down on his bed. He fell asleep, dreaming about the girl he just saved. He didn't wake up when the door was opened half an hour later. If he woke up, he might have seen his Slytherin companion staring at him. Slowly the Slytherin boy's hand came up and caressed his own cheek as if relishing something there.