The Founders

Title: The Founders


Author: Liadyn Malfoy


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Summary:The Founders...The ones who poured their magic into the creation of a school where magical education would be taught to all those who seek it. Thousands of years latter their true heirs are born. What will happen when Voldermort learns of them!


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione...may be others!!


Beta: FireAngel


Disclaimer: Hey Guys!! You already know this but I have to tell you again. I don\'t own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I am making no money from my stories. I just do this for fun!!!


Authors Note: It\'s been brought to my attention that I didn\'t quite clarify when I wrote this story, and I apologise! I know in the Half Blood Prince it states that Voldemort is the direct heir of Salazar Slytherin, but I wrote the plot line before that book was realeased, so please...for my sake....pretend that the 6th book doesn\'t exist...for the moment anyway!




Chapter Eleven
Misunderstandings


After dressing and eating a quick breakfast, Harry and Draco followed Ron and Hermione out into the corridors, books tucked under their arms.


“Who’s bright idea was it to go back to class anyway?” Draco grumbled, sliding his hand into Harry’s. “One would think that controlling our abilities would be more important then these stupid classes.”


Ron chuckled. “You know, screamer...I mean Draco.”


Draco turned to level the red-head with a glare. “Say it again, Weasley. I dare you.”


Pulling the blonde away from Ron, Harry steered the conversation onto a less destructive course. “I thought you liked Snape’s class.”


Pulling his eyes away from Ron, Draco smiled at the Gryffindor. “Of course I like it, but it’s dreadfully easy.”


Ron and Harry both nearly fell face first into the floor at the blonde’s proclamation.


“Easy.” Harry gasped. “You think potions is easy?”




“Where have you been the last six years.” Ron gasped.




“In the same classroom as the two of you.” Hermione interjected, rolling her eyes. “Potions is not that hard, if you paid attention in class.”


“It doesn’t hurt if the professor is your godfather.” Draco grinned, smugly.


“Oh I see.” Ron laughed. “Way to go Harry, you’ve landed yourself with not only a screamer, but a teachers pet as well.”




Harry and Hermione winced as the words fell from Ron’s lips. They loved him, really they did, but he wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer.


“That is it!” Draco shouted, dropping his books and rounding on Ron. “You are dead!”




Ron took off laughing, running quickly into the Potions classroom. Draco had only taken two steps when he felt Harry’s arm go around his waist and his lips find his neck.


“Harry, let me-“




”Draco, you need to relax.”




“No, did you just hear what he said?”


“Getting all worked up and running around isn’t good for you in your condition.”


“My condition?” Draco exclaimed, turning in Harry’s arms. “I’m pregnant, not dying!”


“Please, Draco?” Harry pouted, pulling the blonde closer and nuzzling into his neck.


Draco closed his eyes as Harry’s tongue snaked out and trace a path up the side of his neck. “It’s going to be a long nine months, isn’t it?” he sighed, giving in to the feeling.


Harry laughed. “Probably.”


Draco rolled his eyes at his lover and pulled him into a kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance as hands roamed.


The moment was interrupted as someone cleared their throat behind them. “Um...guys?”


Draco looked up and almost groaned at the sight. Seamus Finnigan and a large group of both Gryffindors and Slytherins were standing behind them, their eyes twice as wide as they should be and their jaws hanging open.


Harry laughed nervously. “So much for keeping it quiet.”




Draco flushed as the eyes began to jump between him and Harry. With a groan of embarrassment, he hid face in Harry’s shoulder.


“I don’t recall inviting you to loiter in the halls when in fact you are supposed to be in my classroom!”



Harry almost cried out in relief. Never had he thought that he would live to see the day where he would actually be glad to see Snape.


“I suggest you find your seats!” Snape barked.


Almost instantly the hall emptied, leaving Harry and Draco standing alone with Snape. Draco peeked out from behind Harry’s shoulder, giving a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Sev.”




“Don’t thank me yet.” he snapped. “5 points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin for that rather obvious sign of affection.”




“But Sev-“




”And I think that it’s about time that we had a little talk. The two of you will remain after class.” Snape ordered. “Now get to your seats!”


“Yes, sir.” they mumbled, making their way into the classroom. When they entered, all eyes were once again on them.


“What are you waiting for?” Snape barked, slamming the door behind him. “The instructions are on the board!”




Immediately all eyes returned to their own stations and the sound of frantically scribbling quills filled the room.


Harry and Draco headed toward their usual spot but were stopped halfway.




“Mr. Potter, you can work with Mr. Longbottom.” Snape smirked, sitting down at his desk. “And Mr. Malfoy, you will be working with Ms. Parkinson.”




“But-“




”Now!”


“Yes, sir.” they chorused, heading in their respective directions, each shuddering at the thought of what lay ahead of them. It was not going to be a fun class.




Draco watched as Harry sat down beside Longbottom. With a sigh, he slid into the spot beside the grotesque thing that resembled a Slytherin.




“Hello Draco, dear.” Pansy cooed, sliding her hand up his arm. “I haven’t seen you in the dungeons in a while.”


“Keep your hands to yourself, Parkinson.” Draco hissed, flinging her hand off of him.




“Now that’s not nice, is it?” she replied, moving her other hand up the inside of Draco’s thigh, squeezing it tight enough to cause a flicker of pain. “Do you want to know what I heard?”


“Not particularly, no.”


“Well, it would seem that there are some particularly nasty rumors about you and the golden boy flying around.” Pansy whispered, leaning in closer to the blonde. Laughing softly, she inched her hand up higher. “They say that a certain little traitorous Slytherin is pregnant.”




“Remove your hand, Parkinson, or I will cut it off.” Draco whispered dangerously.


“Now Draco, play nice.” Pansy cooed, slapping his thigh lightly. She then sighed, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I just don’t know who to believe. I mean you...get pregnant? That only happens to extremely powerful wizards and you just are cut out of that mold. Although there is Potter. He is powerful...and quite attractive. If he wasn’t so goody-goody, I’d be willing to take a go with him.”


“Stay away from him, Parkinson.”


Pansy laughed, sliding her hand up farther and squeezing again, thistime squeezing more than just his thigh. Draco hissed in pain and leaned forward, so that his elbows were sitting on the table. “Perhaps the Dark Lord will allow me time to play before he kills Potter.” she whispered.


“I’m warning you, Parkinson.”


“You are warning me?” she whispered, sliding closer. “You are in no position to threaten anyone, let alone me, although I do like the appearance of a backbone. It reminds me of when you were strong. You know, if you ever reconsider joining the dark, I might consider taking you as a toy.”


“Fuck you, Parkinson.”




“You did.” She grinned, licking the shell of his ear. “If you truly are pregnant, that may cause a bit of a problem.” She laughed, applying more pressure. “But that can always be taken care of.”




At this, Draco’s eyes widened, and the delicate hold that he had on his emotions and magic snapped. He temperature in the room gradually began to decrease and Draco’s breathing became quicker.


“Parkinson! Malfoy!” Snape shouted, causing Draco to jerk to attention. The effect his magic was having on the room began to disappear. “Back to work. Now!”


Pansy sent Draco a calculating look as they resumed the potion. Draco, on the other hand, spent the entire lesson controlling the demon that had been unleashed in his chest. The urge to strangle Pansy was growing stronger each time she moved.


When the bell finally rang signaling the end of the period, Draco didn’t move. Instead, he watched as each of his classmates filed out of the room. The moment the door closed behind the last student, he was on his feet.


“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Draco shouted, leaning over Snape’s desk. “How could you do that to me?”


Harry, not fully understanding the situation, reached out to pull Draco away from Snape’s desk, but Draco just shook him off.


“Pansy!” he shouted, slamming his hands down on the desk in front of him. “You put me with fucking Pansy?”




“Draco, relax.’ Harry interjected, trying to calm the blonde before he burst a vein.




“Don’t fucking touch me, Potter!” the moment the words left his mouth he regretted them.


Harry pulled back as if slapped. He stared for a moment in shock, before his eyes narrowed. “Fine.” he snapped, stepping away from Draco and sitting into a chair.


Draco opened his mouth to apologize and explain, but Snape cut him off.


“That is enough, Draco.” Snape snapped, turning to face his godson. “Sit down!”


At being ordered to sit, Draco’s temper flared again. “I can’t believe you!” Draco ragged. “I just spent the entire class being felt up by Parkinson, which, I might add, you knew about. I think I will decide when enough is enough.”


“You will either sit down or you will have detention for the next six months.\"




Draco glared at Snape but kept his mouth shut. He knew when Snape was serious. Now was not the time to push.


“Now, as for Parkinson, consider yourself lucky that the change is not permanent!” Snape exclaimed, fixing his godson with a glare. “Although if Mr. Potter wishes to make it so, I will gladly reconsider.”


Draco glanced over to Harry, a stab of guilt coursing threw him. He hadn’t meant to yell at him. He had just been upset with Parkinson. Harry, for his, part refused to meet the blonde’s gaze.


“Now would you kindly explain to me what is going on?”


“I’m pregnant, Sev.”


\"Yes, I gathered that much from the conversation outside of my classroom.” Snape responded, leaning back in his chair. “I was referring to the obvious lack of intelligence on your part. You knew from the beginning that your relationship with Mr. Potter would not be taken well by some, your father among them. Now, not only do you have the pleasure of informing your father of your relationship with Mr. Potter, but you also get to announce that you are carrying his child.”


At the mention of his father, Draco paled considerably, his hands coming to rest on his stomach.


“My thoughts exactly.” Snape sighed, seeing the expression on Draco’s face. “I suggest that you take extra care around certain individuals and keep all other “little secrets” to yourself.”


Harry and Draco both nodded.




“Good. I’ll be sure to inform Dumbledore of the current situation.” Snape said, turning to face Harry. “You may leave, Mr. Potter. There are still some things that I wish to discuss with my godson.”




Harry nodded and stood to leave.


“And Mr. Potter. Please refrain from such public signs of affection, even if Draco is persistent.”


Harry sent a glare to the blonde. “I can assure you that it won’t happen again.”


Harry nodded to Professor Snape before storming from the room.


“Well Draco, you’ve certainly done it this time.”


Draco hid his face in his hands. “This is all your fault, Sev!” he mumbled.


“Oh no, Draco. I can assure you that you accomplished this mess all on your own.”


“None of this would never have happened if you hadn’t put me with Parkinson!” Draco responded, glaring at his godfather.


“Speaking of Ms. Parkinson, would you like to explain what happened in class today?” Snape asked, raising an eyebrow. “If I had not intervened, the last and most dangerous secret that you have would have been exposed.”


“I couldn’t help it.” Draco argued. “She threatened Harry and the baby.”


“I’m sure Mr. Potter can take care of himself.” Snape snorted. “I don’t know how many times I’ve watched him beat you to a pulp.”


Draco glared at Snape. “Thank you.” he snapped.




“What was said about your child?”


At the mention of the threat Draco’s hands returned to the protective position on his stomach, the action not going unnoticed by the professor.




“She said...she said it could be taken care of.”


“I see.” Snape sighed. “I will inform Dumbledore and have the staff watch her closely. As for you Draco, as much as I am loathe to admit it, Mr. Potter is the best form of protection that you have, besides your own magic. And he is the father of your child. He has the right to know of any possible threats.”


Draco nodded.


“You need to apologize immediately.” Snape said, leaning forward. “Let’s simply hope that Mr. Potter is not as stubborn as I am, otherwise it may be a long time before he agrees to forgive you.”




Draco winced and stood up.


“I believe that Mr. Potter is on the third floor, currently heading for Gryffindor tower.” Snape smirked, at the surprised look on his godson’s face. “Mr. Potter is not the only one who can monitor the halls from his quarters. Now if you wish to catch him, I suggest you take the staircase behind the statue of Salazar Slytherin just outside of the Slytherin common room.”


“Thank you, Sev.” Draco shouted over his shoulder, before running out of the room.


Running as quickly as he could manage, Draco sprinted to the statue. Sure enough, when he slipped behind it there was a staircase leading upward. Without waiting, Draco rushed up the flights of stairs. By the time he reached the top he was breathing heavily, and holding his side. Moving aside the tapestry that blocked the entrance to the third floor, Draco found himself staring at Harry’s back as he stormed up the hallway.


“Harry!” he called. “Harry, wait!”




When Harry didn’t acknowledge him, Draco broke out into a run, catching Harry as he reached the end of the hallway. He reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm, causing him to stop and turn around.


“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry growled.


Draco winced at the use of his surname, but continued on. “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...”


“That’s all well and good, Malfoy, but I don’t have time for this.” Harry snapped, turning his back on the blonde and making his way to the fat lady. “I have more important things to worry about.”


“But Harry, you don’t...”


Harry said the password and walked into the Gryffindor common room, slamming the portrait behind him and leaving Draco standing out in the hall, tears clouding his eyes.




* * *




Draco walked back down to the dungeons, his arms wrapped around himself and tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to treat Harry like crap, he had just been worked up over Pansy’s threats, and now Harry wouldn’t speak to him.


Draco had tried to follow the Gryffindor but the boy had changed the password on his way in. Despite his numerous visits to the tower, the fat lady refused to grant him access unless he had the password. Instead of sitting in the hall and crying for the world to see, he had headed back down to Sev’s room.




Unfortunately for the blonde, he wasn’t going reach his destination. As he rounded the corner outside of the Slytherin common room, two pairs of hands grabbed him and hauled him into an old store room.


Lashing out at the first thing he could reach, Draco’s fist connected with flesh and a sickening crunch and a pained cry echoed in the small room.





“Now, now Draco. That wasn’t very nice was it?”




Draco’s eyes widened as he recognized the voice. From the corner of the room Pansy emerged from the shadows, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, whose now broken nose was bleeding down the front of him.


“Surprised to see me, love?” Pansy chuckled. “You didn’t really think that we would take the chance of you actually carrying a Potter to term, now did you? Oh, you did? Well, isn’t that cute!”


Crabbe and Goyle chuckled dumbly at her side.




“You belong with us, Draco.” Pansy smirked, twirling her wand between her fingers. “And it’s either the dark or nothing.”


“Fuck you!” Draco snapped, backing away from them until his back hit against the wall.


“That’s not very polite Draco.” Pansy scolded, waving her wand. “We’ll just have to teach you how to treat a lady with respect.”


Draco watched as her wand completed the movement needed for the spell. With his arm wrapped around his abdomen, he turned, allowing the spell to hit him in the back rather then the front. As the spell hit, a searing pain shot up his shoulder blade and warm blood soaked his robes. Clutching his shoulder he slid to the floor. ‘HARRY!’ his mind screamed as Pansy once again repeated the spell.