Draco's Companion

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Soria-You asked, so here ya go:P

Chapter Twelve: Snape to the Rescue


Draco was fuming. He slammed into the Slytherin common, causing older students to jump and look at him with contempt in their eyes. Thats when they decided that this boy was terrifying.

"Is Harry here?" He asked sharply.

No one said anything to him, they were just staring. Blaise came up behind and tapped him on the shoulder, Draco spun around quickly.

"He's in the dorm." Blaise told him, a knowing look on his face.

"I need to ask you something." Draco said, grabbing Blaise by the arm and pulling him away from the group of people.

Blaise cocked an eyebrow, meaning 'What?'

"Why did you open Harry's hangings?" Draco asked, his voice a low whisper that made Blaise feel uncomfortable.
Blaise shrugged. "I just seen you go into his bed. I was wondering what you were doing."

"Thats rude of you. It isn't any of your bussiness." Draco said in a dangerous voice.

Pansy spotted them and started heading their way and Draco really didn't want to hear her shrill voice at the moment.

Draco nodded at Blaise and took off towards the dormitories.

Once he opened the door to the dorm-room he immediately spotted Harry sitting on his bed. Draco registered the look on his face.

"Out." He said sharply to the two large boys. They left.

Draco started towards Harry.

"Whats wrong?" He asked Harry, "What did Dumbledore want?"

Harry took a deep breath and continued looking at his comforter.

"He wants to move me into Gryffindor." He said without preamble.

"Thats ridiculous!"

"I know, but thats what he wants. He said it would be better for me and he is going to decide what to do with me, and in the end I have to do what he says. He said he was going to talk to professor Snape about it first."

"Well then maybe we should go talk to Snape together. Let him know why you should be in Slytherin."
Harry looked confused.

"You mean he doesn't know already? He doesn't know why I want to be here with you? He doesn't even know that we are working for," Harry dropped his voice considerably, "Our Lord?"

Draco was shaking his head.

"I guess not. He said my father never actually told him anything....about anything. We aren't going to mention our lord though."

"Oh."

"But he also said that I can't move my bed next to yours, and he told me that he didn't make the chart of who's bed was who's." He decided to let Harry guess.

Harry sat there, with his eyebrows raised waiting for Draco to finish. "And?" he finally asked. Not sure where exactly Draco was going with this.

"Dumbledore did!"

"I don't like him." Harry stated flatly. "He told me all this rubbish about how I was supposed to be a big help to our world, and living at Malfoy Manor has ruined that. He said something about being in denial about my whereabouts, until it was too late. Oh ya, and he definately loves Muggles and mudbloods. He got really mad at me when I was letting him know why muggle-borns shouldn't be allowed to use magic." Harry said, confused again.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Really?" Then he clenched them together. "Thats odd."

Harry nodded. "I know. Thats what I thought to. I don't understand him."

"Well, we can't go out now it's almost curfew. We'll talk to Snape tommorow about it." Draco said reassuringly.

Harry nodded.

"So do you want to go downstairs?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head. "No, most of those people are stupid. They just look at me like their scared of me."

"Maybe they are." Harry said.

"Well, they should be. Wanna play Wizards Chess?"

"Okay." Games were a way that Harry could beat Draco without being scared of his reaction. Sometimes he was even under the impression that Draco let him win. That was fine with Harry.

They played two games of chess and called it a night.

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Harry woke in the night, when again, there was a dip in the matress. This time Draco put up a silencing charm around the premises of Harry's bed. He didn't say anything and leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry's. Harry suddenly had an odd feeling in his stomach, something he hadn't felt before. Draco pulled away from Harry long enough to get under the covers, and again, pressed his lips down upon Harry's.

Draco decided he wanted to try something so he stuck his tounge out and licked Harry's bottom lip.
Harry gasped. God that felt...different.

Draco felt Harry breathe in deep beneath him, so he tried it again. This time, when Harry breathed in Draco slipped his tounge into his mouth. It felt...great. Harry rubbed his tounge against Draco's, and they kissed until they couldn't breathe. They hadn't yet mastered the 'breathe through your nose' thing.
Draco laid down and pulled Harry tight to his chest.

"Mine." He whispered into Harry's hair.

Everytime Draco did this, Harry got an odd feeling of deja vu. It had happened so many times, but something in his subconcious told him that it was something from a dream..

***********

They suffered through their classes that day. The majority of them were shared with the Gryffindors, and the more that they were around, the more Harry began to loathe them. The redheaded Weasley boy was a complete idiot. The mudblood Finnegan boy couldn't do the simplest spell. The dumb Longbottom idiot couldn't do...anything. But the one who confused him was the bushy haired, buck toothed, Hermione Granger. She was good at everything, and Harry found that odd because both of her parents were Muggles. How did that work out? Longbottom was a pureblood, and he was absolutely horrid at magic, Hermione was....Muggleblood, and she was magnificent.
Weird.

At the end of the day, before Harry and Draco went to talk to Snape, Harry asked Draco about it.

Draco shrugged.

"I dont know, Harry. I think she just reads alot, and it doesn't matter. We aren't going to be nice to her. She's a mudblood, and we will not associate with her, so don't go asking her any questions about herself." Draco warned.

Harry shrugged. "I'm not stupid. I wouldn't talk to her, I wouldn't want to be her friend Draco, so stop worrying. I was brought up in the same house as you, with the same rules and the same morals. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah" Draco said.

They were sitting on a soft couch in the common room. They had their feet sprawled on the table in front of them. Draco suddenly looked at Harry.

"Should we go talk to Snape now?" Draco asked him.

"I suppose. I will not let them move me. Did you watch them today? Those Gryffindors? They are complete imbeciles. I feel a bit sorry for them. All except that Granger girl, anyway."

Draco gave Harry a harsh look. "I won't let them move you. You are mine and you will be staying with me."

Harry nodded and rose to leave.

*********

They knocked sharply on Snapes door and were admitted with a slight grunt.
As soon as they entered the room Draco said, "Dumbledore wants to move Harry into Gryffindor!!! That can't happen."

Snape sighed. "I know. He's being very pushy about it to. Unfortunately for him, he can't do it without my consent. What I do need to know, is what your boys' problem is. Why do you need to sleep together? Why do you need to be together constantly? And Harry, why are you so opposed to Gryffindor."

Draco scoffed.

"WHY is he so opposed to Gryffindor? Because they are idiots, and they are half-bloods, and muggle-borns." He stated matter-of-factly.

"They aren't. The Weasley's are all pure bloods and-"

"Yeah, well they're muggle loving blood traitors." Draco snarled. Harry sneered and said something Snape thought was, "I hate muggles."

"Yes, your right. They are." Snape said quietly.

Draco was caught off gaurd. He hadn't expected Snape to agree with that so readily. He was a Proffesor.

"So why do you need to sleep together?" He asked them. Snape noticed that Harry stood a little behind Draco, and
Draco did all of the talking, speaking for Harry too. Except for Harry's slip-up a couple seconds ago.

"Because we have always slept together. Harry was a mess when he came to live with me, and we have barely been apart since." Draco answered.

"Why were you a mess?" He asked Harry.

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it. He glanced at Draco quickly, and Draco nodded.

"Are you sure it's okay for us to tell you? You aren't going to tell anyone are you?" Harry asked Snape.

"Only if it's completely necessary. But not until then. If I can use it in your defense to keep you in Slytherin then I will tell Dumbledore. I don't think it will get farther then that." Snape answered truthfully.

"Harry was a mess because his muggle family," Snape glanced at Harry and caught his look of complete disgust, "used to abuse him. Badly. I remember when we brought him home he was all bruised and had alot of funny looking marks on his back."

Snape was....completely shocked. He hadn't known what had happened to this boy.

"He would also start to shake uncontrollably if you said his last name in a mean way. Or called him 'boy'. We don't really talk about it because it's hard for him to get over. He still does it sometimes." Draco explained as he looked at Harry.

Snape looked over at him too. He looked unbelievably sad. His eyes were downcast, he was just staring at his shoes, and his lip was trembling. Snape sincerely hoped that he didn't start crying.
Draco took a deep breath and looked back up at Snape. "That's why were always together. He feels safe with me, because I, and my family, had actually saved him."

Snape couldn't really find any words to say. He just watched their interactions for a few moments and suddenly felt embarassed. These boys were....in love? Snape could see it, inadvertantly. Their gazes, the way they understood each other with just a mere glance, their touches. He couldn't help but wonder if they knew what it meant.

"Well, you boys may leave. I'll go talk to Proffesor Dumbledore and let him know that No, he will not be moving Harry out of Slytherin."

The boys left his room and Snape sank into his chair. No wonder this boy was so fucked up. He was like a lap-dog. And no wonder he held such contempt for muggles, he obviously related them all to the way his family had treated him. Did Proffesor Snape actually feel bad?