Fan Fiction ❯ Jordan Potter ❯ Chapter 1

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Oh, and yes this is a slash. Not a detailed one but its still slash. ^_^

Jordan Potter

Harry Potter. Back when he was a student at Hogwarts he was known by everyone. Maybe, in some way, Draco Malfoy even respected the "Boy Who Lived", but he would never have shown it. Now, a full generation later, his son has finally made his way to Hogwarts to learn from the very teachers that taught his father. Young Jordan Potter looked a lot like his father. Dark hair, usually worn spiked up while his emerald green eyes watched the world. Where his father had been a little lanky, Jordan had sculpted his body into firm muscle, but not at all bulky, that would make any person jealous. Including Daimion Malfoy, son of Draco Malfoy. White blonde hair with blue dyed tips that hung to his chin as the rest cascaded down his back to his waist and turquoise eyes that shone like sapphires. Both boys following in their fathers footsteps. Both are Quidditch team seekers, both in the same house their fathers were in and both hate one another…or at least it seems that way to those looking at the two. Inside of the boys rages a war, a passion even, that neither boy can control. They are being drawn together. Maybe by the even on going fights of their fathers, or by the fact their fathers are pressuring them to become enemies.

"Victory! Slytherin wins!" Members of the Slytherin house cheered wildly over their Quidditch teams victory over Ravenclaw. Daimion tossed his head arrogantly, holding the snitch in his hand. Yet another perfect catch made by him.

"Nice moves Malfoy. Too bad you got them off me." Daimion spun around, waist length hair flying behind him, to face who had spoken.

"You just won't admit I'm better than you Potter," he sneered and tossed his hair over his shoulder. Jordan smirked and brushed his hand through his spiky hair.

"Just wait until I get you alone the next time we play each other. You won't manage to get around me again," he told Daimion. The two boys stood toe to toe, staring into the others eyes. Neither knew why they hadn't just walked away from each other. It was like there was some force holding them there together. Finally, Jordan managed to turn his head away and walked back over to the small group of Griffindor's who had been watching the match. Daimion rolled his eyes and reached back to pull his hair back into a high pony tail. He wasn't going to attempt to eat supper with his hair loose again. Yesterday he had nearly gagged on it.

Jordan sighed as he sat down at the Griffindor table, his food already cooling in front of him. He really didn't have the energy, or hunger, to eat tonight. All he could do is replay the image of Daimion being so close to him.

"Thinking of him again Jordan?" Kalin Mathers asked from across the table. Jordan sighed again and hung his head.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked softly, not bothering to look up at his long time friend. Kalin nodded.

"It is mate," he answered, his light Australian accent coming out, It was on rare occasions that you could even tell the dark haired kid was an Aussie. Kalin just didn't have a real accent like his parents. Jordan finally lifted his head to look into Kalin's eyes.

"I think its time Daimion and I have a talk Kal… I don't know how much longer I can go on without…well…you know." Kalin nodded silently. He knew perfectly well how his long time friend felt about Daimion. He gently set his hand on Jordan's shoulders and squeezed a little.

"Good luck mate," he said with a half smile. Jordan smiled back and got up, slowly making his way over to the Slytherin table….and over to Daimion.

Daimion raised his eyes from his food when he caught a glimpse of Jordan heading towards him.

"What now Potter?" he muttered through a mouthful of food, then swallowed and turned to the dark haired boy. Jordan brushed aside his bangs and looked down at Daimion.

"We need to talk," he said calmly. Daimion blinked a few times, before he nodded and took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"Say the time and place and I'll be there," he replied. Jordan leaned down close to his ear and whispered softly, so no one else would hear the place he asked Daimion to meet him. Daimion nodded his head.

"I'll be there."

Jordan rubbed his arms a little. The fall weather was cooling down again and it was stupid of him not to wear a jacket. And why in the hell did he asked to meet Malfoy outside?! He could be inside right now and talking to the long haired blonde by the warmth of a fire! He cursed at himself softly and continued to shiver, hugging himself for warmth.

"Oh aren't you a smart one," Daimion said as he came up behind Jordan. "How stupid do you have to be before you forget to wear a jacket outside?" Jordan turned and glared.

"Just shut it Malfoy…" His harsh words died off as he saw what Daimion was holding. The slightly older boy was holding out a jacket for him. Silently Jordan took it from him and slipped into it. They stood there for a moment, not saying anything.

"What did you want to talk about?" Daimion asked, breaking the silence. Jordan looked into those beautiful turquoise eyes and chewed on his lip. A sure sign that he was really nervous.

"Well…it's….it's about us," he mumbled, looking down at the ground before he even finished his sentence. Daimion sighed a little and stepped closer to the boy, wrapping slim arms around his shoulders.

"Let's go inside. It's warmer and I won't have to worry about being blamed for bringing you out here and letting you catch pneumonia." Jordan nodded and gently pulled out of Daimion's warm touch. Together the two boys headed back towards the school, and out of the woods they were in.

In the soft light of a warm fire Jordan and Daimion silently slipped out of their jackets and sat on the huge couch in the Slytherin common room. It had taken a little persuasion for the Slytherin prefects to let Jordan into the Slytherin house common room, but Daimion had managed to pull it off. He had explained that he and Jordan were going to be working on a project for potions class and it had to be a secret and that they couldn't go into the library without risking someone learning about their project. The prefects had been a little cautious but they trusted Daimion and let the Griffindor boy in.

"Now talk," Daimion said in a slightly commanding voice and turned to face Jordan. As soon as his eyes met Jordan's he realized just how serious this had become. No longer was their hidden emotions a secret.

"This has gone on to long Daimion…I can't take the constant battles anymore. Not just the ones between our fathers, but the ones inside of me. It's like I'm drawn to you…and not in a friendly type of way. I-" Daimion cut him off by placing a finger on the smaller boys lips.
"I know Jordan…I have these feelings too. But I'm a Slytherin and I'm not about to lose my reputation and tarnish that of this house just to stop the wars inside me." With that he turned away and waved a hand, as if he were dismissing Jordan. The Griffindor boy glared at the back of his head.

"Fuck you Malfoy!" he shouted and spun around, storming out of the Slytherin common room. Daimion hung his head, pulling his knees up and to his chest. He hadn't met to hurt Jordan like that, but he considered his reputation more important than…He sighed. Nothing was more important that Jordan. Had he just been telling himself his reputation was more important just so he wouldn't have to face these feelings? I already know the answer to that question He though sadly. Without saying a word he stretched out on the couch and watched the flames in the fireplace.