Drarry: a Beauty and the Beast story

Chapter 1; The last day of summer

A/N
Heeyy, I don't know who I'm talking to because probably nobody's going to read this except for my best friend (love you 'hon) but hey anyways. I just wanted to say that I do not own any of the characters, the only thing I came up with is this story. It's all based upon the brilliant books of J.K Rowling, but not everything has to be the same. So if there are some things slightly different than in the Harry Potter books, I know, it's my story and I may have changed things a little bit.
The cover is made by @upthehillart on Instagram, so go check them out, they're really good.

Oh and just so you guys know:
This story is written in the third person and I'm constantly switching between the two point of views (Harry and Draco).
Whenever they are thinking to themselves though, I typed it cursive. So:
Thoughts are cursive.
I hope some of you will enjoy it.

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Harry POV

Harry woke up early to the sound of uncle Vernon screaming from downstairs. "Wake up boy and make us some breakfast. If I don't see an omelet on my plate in three minutes you will be spending the rest of the day wishing you were never born!"

Harry turned around in his bed and groaned. Why does Dumbledore still make him stay with that terrible Uncle of Harry? He's almost sixteen and Sirius left him the Black manor. He could live by himself and he wouldn't be a burden to anyone.

Harry sat upright in his bed and longed for his glasses. As his glasses cleared up his blurry sight he gazed at the clock on the wall. It was the only thing Dudley left in this room for Harry, but don't get too excited. Because every time Dudley got upset (which was practically always), he smacked his door with such a force that the clock would come of the wall.

Harry had taped its pieces together many times. Now it's his and surprisingly it still works if you can see past all the tape. What did Vernon say again? Three minutes? Harry shrugged, he wouldn't be able to do it right anyways. Even if he would finish the breakfast in time, it would never be to his uncle's liking and Harry would end up beaten. He gave Hedwig, his snowy white owl, a friendly scratch behind the ears before heading downstairs.

His aunt Petunia and Dudley were sitting around the breakfast table and didn't even look up when Harry walked in. Ready to receive the blows he ignored his uncle's comments about him being a useless piece of shit and made the omelets.

As expected, uncle Vernon called Harry to him after he took his first bite of the omelet. "What in gods name is this rubbish? Am I supposed to eat this?!" he yelled to Harrys face. As he spoke, Harry could see his big fat head getting more red with the second. Harry looked fascinated at his uncles head, maybe it would explode if he went on like this. When Vernon didn't get a reply, he spit the omelet he didn't even chew on in Harry's face and opened the newspaper.

He seemed to be done yelling and Harry saw that as his que to leave. Grateful for that his uncle didn't throw any punches today, Harry started to walk upstairs. Before he could disappear Petunia pointed to a list of chores that was hanging on the door.

Without saying anything he took the list and went back upstairs. In his room he inspected the long list of impossible tasks. He sighed and let himself sink into the old mattress of the bed. His eyes caught the sight of his suitcase filled with his school stuff.

Only one more day in this hellhole and then he would walk the hallways of Hogwarts again. He'd be happy to see Ron and Hermione back, at this point he would even be happy to hear that annoying voice of Malfoy again.

Draco POV

"NO! No, no, no!" Draco whisper-yelled to himself while banging his head against his nightstand. He wanted to scream out loud, but he was afraid one of the death eaters standing guard around the house would hear it.
The death eaters were everywhere since the dark lord was going to come over that day. He would officially incorporate him into his all-destructive, thoroughly dark cortege. He was going to drag him down into that hole without love or happiness by giving him the Mark.