Draco's Companion

A/N---Hey guys!!!! I really like this chapter:D

Siren of the DarknessFlame- Thats kind of the point. Harry is non-confrontational. He just goes with whatever Draco says. :D

Snarry-lover- Draco's character gets pretty extreme..just so you know.

Okay, without further ado, here ya go:D

Chapter 11: Confrontations.

Harry sat in the common room and waited, Draco was beside him looking rather anxious. Blaise walked by them and spared them a glance.

Harry blushed.

Draco glared.

Blaise skittered away.

Snape was suddenly in front of them.

"Come with me, Potter" He said harshly. Harry recalled something from deep inside of him. 'Potter? Why is he calling me that? Does he hate me too?' Suddenly all he could think about was his Uncle Vernon, and he found it hard to breathe. Snape just stood there looking at him. Curiosity crossed his features. Tears were springing into Harry's eyes and Draco shook him by the arm.

"Stop it, Harry" Draco told him firmly. "He didn't mean it like that. You have to get used to people using your last name."

Harry took a shuddering breath and his tears disappeared. He glanced at Draco and nodded, standing up and starting towards the door. Snape quirked an eyebrow at Draco and followed Harry.

They walked in silence. Snape was appraising Harry with side glances.

They finally stopped in front of a gargoyle.

"Sweet tart" Snape said, as Harry marveled at the muggle candy name. The gargoyle sprung to life and jumped out of the way, revealing a large spiral staricase.

Harry stepped onto it and it started moving upwards. Snape walked away.

When Harry got to the top he stopped in front of a door. He knocked timidly on it and an inviting voice said "Come in, Mr. Potter"

Harry pushed the door open and entered the room, he marveled at all the odd trinkets, and objects on rickety tables. The walls were covered with portraits of old witches and wizards who Harry assumed used to reside in this room.

"Sit down, sit down." Said the headmaster happily.

Harry sat.

"So how is everything? I hope you are finding it adequate?"

"Yes, Sir." Harry said from his seat in front of the Headmasters desk.

"Now I'm going to get right to the point. I must say I was shamefully in denial about your past. I didn't want you to be at the Malfoy's, but when I got the letter from Lucius I was careless. I figured there was nothing I could do about it. You were there, and you were happy. You were happy weren't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Very happy."

"Good, good. In my denial I somehow convinced myself that you would still become what the wizarding world so desperately needed you to be. My hopes were dashed when you were put into Slytherin."

Harry's eyes widened a fraction. "Why, Sir?" he asked.

"Well I won't lie, I, along with almost every other teacher in this school wanted you in Gryffindor."

Harry's lip curled.

"Gryffindor, Sir?"

Dumbledore ignored the sneer and said, "Yes Harry, Gryffindor."

"Isn't Gryffindor full of muggle-lovers, Sir?" Harry asked innocently.

Dumbledore covered a gasp.

The portraits covering the walls didn't cover theirs. There was an outbreak of chattering suddenly.

Harry jumped slightly, then felt silly for doing so.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted at the wall. "No, Harry. Gryffindor is full of witches and wizards. Just like Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Everyone in this school has magical abilities and we are just molding them. There isn't a difference Harry."

Harry was shocked.

"But Sir, there is a difference"

"Oh? What is it?" Dumbledore asked, he already had a feeling he knew what the answer was going to be.

"Purebloods are the only ones who should be allowed to preform magic. Muggle-borns don't really have the right, it means they are half muggle and-"

"I know full well what the meaning of Muggle-borns are, Harry." Dumbledore looked mad now.
Harry wasn't sure why. Now he felt unsure of himself. He just sat in silence as Dumbledore rubbed at his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb underneath his half-moon spectacles.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said "Harry, even though it is against morality of the school, I am seriously considering pulling you from the Slytherin house and placing you into Gryffindor."

Dumbledore seen Harry's face register shock, quickly before being replaced by anger.

"No." He said firmly. More firmly than anything he had ever said in his life.

"It's my decision Harry."

"No!" he said, yet more firmly. "Your not taking me out!" He stood from his chair and started walking towards the door.

Dumbledore, who was now angry with this frusterating boy said "Sit down, Potter" sharply.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the floor, his back to Dumbledore. He was trying to control himself from being pulled down into the state of fear that came quickly after his last name was said harshly.

He failed.

He felt waves of fear washing over him, and his body started to shake. From the back Dumbledore thought Harry was shaking in anger, but when Harry turned back towards his chair Dumbledore could clearly see the fear in his eyes. He was taken aback. This boy was just angry, and now he was suddenly scared.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure. Draco's words were flowing through his head, 'You have to get used to people using your last name.'

He took a deep, steadying breath and opened his eyes again. Dumbledore was looking at him, shock very clear on his face.

"Whats wrong?" Dumbledore asked him, very polite now.

"Nothing." Harry whispered, "I'm okay now. Please don't take me from Slytherin, Sir" Harry pleaded.

"Why do you have such a fascination to stay there?" The headmaster asked.

"I just feel comfortable there. That's were Draco is." Harry answered, unknowingly saying the very thing that Dumbledore feared.

"Harry," Dumbledore said in a suddenly tired voice, "I think you would do better in a different house. You need to learn how to accept," Deep breath, "Muggle-borns"

"Why should I accept them?" Harry asked, curious again.

"Because they are just as deserving to be here as you are."

"Why?"

"Because they are people to."

"People who shouldn't be allowed to perform magic." Harry said, he was wondering what this man's fascination with muggle-borns was. He had, yet again, unknowingly hit a raw nerve with his headmaster.

"Harry, I think it's time you got going. I am going to do what I think is best in the end. I will talk to Professor Snape about it tommorow, and we will do what we think is best. Don't argue if you end up getting moved, It's what I think is best for you in the long-run. Now go on."

Harry stood up and turned. He wasn't sure what made him say it, but just as he opened the door he muttered "Nobody can change the dark ones over" and stepped out the door. When he got to the other side of the door he slapped his hand over his mouth. He prayed to God that Dumbledore hadn't heard it.

As the door closed behind Harry, Dumbledore sat in his desk, absolutely appalled. 'The dark ones' Flowed through his mind over and over.

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Meanwhile
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Snape dropped Harry off at Dumbledore's office and hurried on his way back to the Slytherin Common Room. He needed to talk to Draco, and he needed to talk to him now! While Harry wasn't there.
He entered the room to find Draco sitting on the couch.

"Draco, come with me."

Draco looked shocked for a moment. He was going to wait five more minutes and head to Snape's office for a talk. He got up from the couch and followed Snape down the corridors until they got to the Potions classroom. Snape walked through it to a door at the back, his office.

"Sit." Snape snarled.

Draco sat.

"What is going on with that boy?" He asked immediately.

"What boy?" Draco asked, pretending he didn't know.

"Don't give me that. You know 'what boy'."

Draco decided it wasn't a good idea to play that game with Snape.

"He had a bad childhood. Until he came to live with us. You should know, you were around." Draco said quickly.

"Your father never really explained anything to me, you know." Snape informed Draco. "And I never really spent that much time in Harry's presence" He added as an afterthought.

"Well if my father never spoke to you about it, then maybe I shouldn't be either."
Dammit!!! This boy was quick.

"Well, I woulld like to know what is going on with the students in my House. I'll find out sooner or later." Snape said, closing the subject.

Draco assumed it was time to leave, but he wasn't ready yet.

"Sir?" Draco said quickly, before Snape could usher him out.

Snape raised an eyebrow, meaning 'What?'

"I wanted to talk to you about our sleeping arrangments." No sense beating around the bush.

"Oh?"

"I think Harry and I should be allowed to have our beds next to each other. Why did you plan them the way you did?"

"I didn't plan them." Snape said dryly. He hadn't, but Lucius had asked Snape if he was going to be. When Snape said they never planned where to put the childrens beds Lucius dropped the subject. 'Odd...'

"Well who did, Sir?" Draco asked, trying to sound curious, not angry.

He failed.

"Professor Dumbledore did. Right after the sorting. Oddly enough, only for the Slytherin room."
Draco's face flushed an angry red.

"Why?" Draco demanded, Snape was caught off guard by how scared an eleven year old could make him feel. Not even scared, just small...

The look on Draco's face was scary. It was red, and his eyes were shooting daggers into Snapes.

"I don't know Draco. You would have to question him about it." He said.

Snape stood, and Draco followed suit. Snape didn't move from behind his desk, almost as if he was using it as a guard from this boy. Draco sent him one more glare and turned from the room, stomping away and slamming the door hard as he left.