The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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19
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6,690
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Don't Kill The Messenger
The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
Chapter 13: Don’t Kill The Messenger
Rated: R
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me. Siena belongs to me because she is my essence and so does the plot of this story. You take my essence I take your soul.
Draco looked over his schedule. One class called Bibliology caught his eye. He knew what it was about but not what to expect. Just then, Draco felt the hair on the back of his next stand up and he quickly looked over to the right to find Blaise grinning at him. Draco barely managed to suppress a shudder, fighting back the uncomfortable feelings spreading throughout his body. He couldn’t help but think back to last night…
:Flashback:
Draco was not too pleased when Blaise volunteered to escort him to his room.
“As Slytherins, we are privileged to share our quarters with one other student. It is tradition to pair a new student with a student who knows the ins and outs,” said Blaise.
Draco tried not to flinch as he felt the other boy’s arm brush against his. Personal space seemed to be virtually nonexistent in the Slytherin dungeons.
“You are a lucky one. You have been paired with the best of the best. He has high achievement in all of his classes, the portrait of a true Slytherin, and the popularity of a king,” stated Blaise as he open a door.
Draco’s eyes widened at the beauty of the room. Inside were two full beds that had green canopy drapes spilling down to the floor. The drapes were tied back with silver tassels that were hooked together by a silver snake clasp. Green and silver pillows adorned the black bedspread.
“Nice, isn’t it?” asked Blaise.
“I’ve seen better” sniffed Draco. “Who’s my roommate anyway?”
“I am”
On the outside, Draco’s face darkened into a familiar sneer, but on the inside, a tide of dread threatened to overwhelm the boy. This mission was going to be a lot harder than he had thought.
:End Flashback:
He had barely gotten enough sleep afraid that the other boy would try something.
“Ooh Drakkie!! We have Potions together!” squealed Pansy as she jumped into Draco’s lap.
“Get off me you pug-faced bitch” growled Draco before pushing Pansy onto the floor.
He dusted off his cloak and got up to go to class. Pansy, who had recovered from shock, rushed to catch up to her “beloved”. She never saw the dark look that crossed Blaise’s face.
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Arithmancy:
“I hate school” thought Harry.
Hermione was furiously scribbling notes down on his right and on his left; Ron was dozing off on his book. There was a reason why he had skipped out on school when he left Hellena. He hated work of any kind, especially school work. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Harry hastily grabbed his books and walked out of class.
“Wait for us Harry!” shouted Hermione as she and Ron hurried to catch up.
Harry held back the sneer that threatened to spill out, and managed to force a smile.
“I just really needed to get out of there. Professor Vector’s voice is worse than nails scratching down a chalkboard,” said Harry.
The trio laughed and headed to their next class.
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Potions:
Draco walked into class with a frown on his face. It wasn’t enough that Blaise was in four of his five classes but the boy also had to walk him to every one. He was lucky to find an empty seat but it came with a problem of its own. Pansy Parkinson was sitting in the next chair.
“Move it Pansy!” whispered Blaise harshly.
“I don’t think so. I was here first and it seems that Drakkie here wants to sit by me” huffed Pansy.
Draco slipped past the two and sat in an empty chair next to a black-haired girl. She was wearing an emblem with a badger on it and was reading a book called Magical Drafts and Potions. Her long hair was tied back with a black bow with yellow polka dots.
“Staring is not appreciated” the girl muttered without even looking up as she touched her finger to her tongue and then flipped a page.
“I wasn’t staring” replied Draco.
The girl shrugged and continued to read. Before Draco could ask what House she was in, the classroom door flew open and a tall man with a billowing cape came in. Draco recognized him as his Head of House, Professor Snape.
“Welcome to Seventh Year Potions. I still don’t see how some of you managed to get in here. Probably, from your parents donations to this department and as for the ones who have some competency; this is just the beginning” said Snape.
He tapped his wand on his desk and cauldrons magically appeared before the students.
“Your partner for the rest of the year will be the person you are sitting next to”
“But Professor…”
“No buts Miss Parkinson. You should be happy that Mr. Zabini has even bothered to sit next to you” replied Snape.
He hated to gripe on one of his own but the girl was questioning him. He hated to be questioned.
“Now I want you all to prepare a perfect Felix Felicis. Bottle it with both you and your partners name on it before class ends. Come up and get the ingredients” said Snape before sitting down at his desk. He unfortunately still had First year essays to grade. No one had passed yet.
“I’ll get the ingredients” said the girl.
Draco nodded.
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The creature had practically tried to maul him. Harry was not a happy person as Madame Pomfrey placed ointment on his cheek. Hagrid had brought a Hippogriff to show to the students and of course he called on Harry. The Demon had never seen the blow coming until he was face down on the ground. The creature could sense that he was not human and tried to attack him. He managed to get away but not without making sure the beast got his just desserts. He could still hear the screams of the students as the Hippogriff’s feathers, with skin attached, ripped off one by one.
“Those bruises should disappear by tomorrow Mr. Potter” said Pomfrey.
She allowed him to leave after a lecture about how he should stay out of trouble.
Harry let out a sigh as he closed the Infirmary door. It was almost three o’clock and he had missed a much needed lunch. He still had not found the Angel and it seemed that it would have to wait until he had something eat. Harry had barely even turned the corner when he was unceremoniously slammed into a wall.
“My, my little bro. You’re losing your touch” said a feminine voice.
“No, not this” Harry groaned.
He opened his eyes to find Siena glaring back at him. He suddenly let out a bark of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” growled Siena.
“You’re wearing a yellow and black bow. You’re in Hufflepuff!!” laughed Harry
Chapter 13: Don’t Kill The Messenger
Rated: R
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me. Siena belongs to me because she is my essence and so does the plot of this story. You take my essence I take your soul.
Draco looked over his schedule. One class called Bibliology caught his eye. He knew what it was about but not what to expect. Just then, Draco felt the hair on the back of his next stand up and he quickly looked over to the right to find Blaise grinning at him. Draco barely managed to suppress a shudder, fighting back the uncomfortable feelings spreading throughout his body. He couldn’t help but think back to last night…
:Flashback:
Draco was not too pleased when Blaise volunteered to escort him to his room.
“As Slytherins, we are privileged to share our quarters with one other student. It is tradition to pair a new student with a student who knows the ins and outs,” said Blaise.
Draco tried not to flinch as he felt the other boy’s arm brush against his. Personal space seemed to be virtually nonexistent in the Slytherin dungeons.
“You are a lucky one. You have been paired with the best of the best. He has high achievement in all of his classes, the portrait of a true Slytherin, and the popularity of a king,” stated Blaise as he open a door.
Draco’s eyes widened at the beauty of the room. Inside were two full beds that had green canopy drapes spilling down to the floor. The drapes were tied back with silver tassels that were hooked together by a silver snake clasp. Green and silver pillows adorned the black bedspread.
“Nice, isn’t it?” asked Blaise.
“I’ve seen better” sniffed Draco. “Who’s my roommate anyway?”
“I am”
On the outside, Draco’s face darkened into a familiar sneer, but on the inside, a tide of dread threatened to overwhelm the boy. This mission was going to be a lot harder than he had thought.
:End Flashback:
He had barely gotten enough sleep afraid that the other boy would try something.
“Ooh Drakkie!! We have Potions together!” squealed Pansy as she jumped into Draco’s lap.
“Get off me you pug-faced bitch” growled Draco before pushing Pansy onto the floor.
He dusted off his cloak and got up to go to class. Pansy, who had recovered from shock, rushed to catch up to her “beloved”. She never saw the dark look that crossed Blaise’s face.
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Arithmancy:
“I hate school” thought Harry.
Hermione was furiously scribbling notes down on his right and on his left; Ron was dozing off on his book. There was a reason why he had skipped out on school when he left Hellena. He hated work of any kind, especially school work. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Harry hastily grabbed his books and walked out of class.
“Wait for us Harry!” shouted Hermione as she and Ron hurried to catch up.
Harry held back the sneer that threatened to spill out, and managed to force a smile.
“I just really needed to get out of there. Professor Vector’s voice is worse than nails scratching down a chalkboard,” said Harry.
The trio laughed and headed to their next class.
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Potions:
Draco walked into class with a frown on his face. It wasn’t enough that Blaise was in four of his five classes but the boy also had to walk him to every one. He was lucky to find an empty seat but it came with a problem of its own. Pansy Parkinson was sitting in the next chair.
“Move it Pansy!” whispered Blaise harshly.
“I don’t think so. I was here first and it seems that Drakkie here wants to sit by me” huffed Pansy.
Draco slipped past the two and sat in an empty chair next to a black-haired girl. She was wearing an emblem with a badger on it and was reading a book called Magical Drafts and Potions. Her long hair was tied back with a black bow with yellow polka dots.
“Staring is not appreciated” the girl muttered without even looking up as she touched her finger to her tongue and then flipped a page.
“I wasn’t staring” replied Draco.
The girl shrugged and continued to read. Before Draco could ask what House she was in, the classroom door flew open and a tall man with a billowing cape came in. Draco recognized him as his Head of House, Professor Snape.
“Welcome to Seventh Year Potions. I still don’t see how some of you managed to get in here. Probably, from your parents donations to this department and as for the ones who have some competency; this is just the beginning” said Snape.
He tapped his wand on his desk and cauldrons magically appeared before the students.
“Your partner for the rest of the year will be the person you are sitting next to”
“But Professor…”
“No buts Miss Parkinson. You should be happy that Mr. Zabini has even bothered to sit next to you” replied Snape.
He hated to gripe on one of his own but the girl was questioning him. He hated to be questioned.
“Now I want you all to prepare a perfect Felix Felicis. Bottle it with both you and your partners name on it before class ends. Come up and get the ingredients” said Snape before sitting down at his desk. He unfortunately still had First year essays to grade. No one had passed yet.
“I’ll get the ingredients” said the girl.
Draco nodded.
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The creature had practically tried to maul him. Harry was not a happy person as Madame Pomfrey placed ointment on his cheek. Hagrid had brought a Hippogriff to show to the students and of course he called on Harry. The Demon had never seen the blow coming until he was face down on the ground. The creature could sense that he was not human and tried to attack him. He managed to get away but not without making sure the beast got his just desserts. He could still hear the screams of the students as the Hippogriff’s feathers, with skin attached, ripped off one by one.
“Those bruises should disappear by tomorrow Mr. Potter” said Pomfrey.
She allowed him to leave after a lecture about how he should stay out of trouble.
Harry let out a sigh as he closed the Infirmary door. It was almost three o’clock and he had missed a much needed lunch. He still had not found the Angel and it seemed that it would have to wait until he had something eat. Harry had barely even turned the corner when he was unceremoniously slammed into a wall.
“My, my little bro. You’re losing your touch” said a feminine voice.
“No, not this” Harry groaned.
He opened his eyes to find Siena glaring back at him. He suddenly let out a bark of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” growled Siena.
“You’re wearing a yellow and black bow. You’re in Hufflepuff!!” laughed Harry