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Adult ++
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28
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43,871
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84
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We Meet Again
15. We Meet Again.
“Potter, what is it with you and number three?” asked Draco as they were sitting in the library waiting for Ron to bring some books.
Harry looked at Draco with amusement shining in his bright green eyes.
“Well, we can always ask Neville to join us.”
Draco scowled:
“You, know Potter, I really don’t like your sense of humor.”
“Well,” drawled Harry, “maybe because it is not my sense of humor?”
“But don’t tell me that we are going to spend the weekend in the library as well.”
“I don’t keep you here, Malfoy. You can leave whenever you feel the need to. But if you leave don’t come back. And don’t think that you will be able to follow me.”
“You know, it’s just a castle. I can find you anywhere.”
“But what if I will spend all the time in Gryffindor Tower? Think you’ll manage to crawl in and hide under the sofa? I don’t think it will be too comfortable. Not to mention unMalfoylike. Think about what your father will say if he finds out that you spent your time in Gryffindor Tower lying on your belly.”
“Don’t you think you’re a bit too preoccupied with what my father might think?”
“Why would I be preoccupied with that?”
“That’s what I want to know.”
“So you’re staying?”
“Only if we go to Hogsmead. I’m sure Weasley though enamoured by your new lifestyle will be only too glad to breathe in some fresh air and not dust from the shelves.” pointed out Draco looking into Ron’s direction who was carrying books and coughing uncontrollably.
“We can always brew potion for his cough. It’s not hard.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Really? But I don’t remember us talking about anything of importance.” said Harry taking out his parchment and writing down assignment.
“We were talking about my father and your preoccupation with him.”
“I am not preoccupied with your father. But wasn’t it you who always complained about me beating you in everything and how your father was sooo disappointed with you over and over again. I’m just trying to help.”
“Don’t look out for me. You’re not my mother.”
“Thank God for that.”
“For what?” asked dusty Ron though no one was going to answer him.
“These books are something terrible. Harry, are you sure we need this stuff?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to write that essay on the potion of confusion and it is very ancient. Modern recipes are not completed that’s why most of the time the potion doesn’t work.”
“But this books all apply dark magic.”
“So?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Ron, if we were not supposed to read these books they would have been in Restricted Section. Besides, we are not going to make the potion just to write about it. Though, I wouldn’t mind brewing it…” said Harry with faraway look.
“Harry, isn’t it a poison? Remember Snape asked Granger…”
“And she lost points for Gryffindor because her notions concerning the potion were not complete and wrong in general. That’s why he assigned this essay so that we find out. But most of us don’t look too deep in the books.”
“How do you know about these books?” inquired Draco pointing at the books Ron has just brought. They all were extremely dusty and old.
“Saw it written out on Snape’s list of books we are supposed to use. Of course he wouldn’t share this information with us.”
“And how do you know about that potion? I’ve never heard about it before.” continued Draco.
“When I came to the library with Granger to study for Potions she gave me a very interesting book. In the end there was a table of potions divided into different categories. My attention attracted potions that contained snake poison. They were very intricate and complicated. For example this potion we are going to write about depends on the quantity of the poison. If you add one drop combined with other ingredients that should be brewed for approximately two months it becomes the strongest poison ever and it will kill you in seconds leaving your body in a very unattractive state. But if you add two drops it becomes antidote and if you add three drops it becomes a simple sleeping draught. That’s why it is called confusing. Because when people see snake poison they add as much as they can thinking that it will make it more deadly while in the meantime they just weaken its properties making it as dangerous as water can be. Intriguing isn’t it?”
“You have a strange taste Potter, but I like it.” said Draco studying Harry’s enthusiastic face for awhile.
Harry was frantically waving his hands into his face:
“Malfoy one more compliment from you and I will die of shock.”
“Oh Potter I just started enjoying myself, don’t be such a spoilsport.”
“If you quite finished with your pleasantries, I suggest that we write this essay before midnight. I really don’t fancy spending night in here.” interjected Ron.
“And I’d rather spend it here among the books than with my thoughts and dreams” thought Harry to himself.
For the whole week now he was having quite disturbing dreams, which included ravens and snakes intertwining together in a dance. In Harry’s opinion to see a snake and a raven dancing even in a dream was very strange. But at the same time it was fascinatingly beautiful watching raven’s wings being bound by serpents coils and his beak piercing snake’s fork-like tongue. They were coiling and battling in the air. Even through the dream Harry could sense blood and feel pain and hear hissing and croaking. But then drops of blood and feathers were on the ground swirling together creating sort of a crater while raven and serpent still intertwined were falling down disappearing in its midst. Harry woke up shivering and trembling all over. His hands and legs were trembling and he could hardly pour himself a glass of water without spilling it all around.
He was afraid to sleep now because every night he had this terrifying dream. But he felt somewhere in the depth of his inner mind that that wasn’t the end of raven and serpent and that somehow they had to reappear again. That’s why he fell asleep every night waiting for this dream with dread and anticipation waiting for the time to come for raven and serpent to become alive. He believed that they would.
***
“So are we going to Hogsmead or not?” asked Draco before they were going to leave.
“Great idea.” said Ron.
“Thank you Weasley.”
Ron was about to fall from his chair.
“Oh, Weasley stop it. It’s not like I don’t know such words. Granted I don’t use them often but now it’s different because Potter here intends to spend the whole weekend in the company of books.”
“I like it here.” mumbled Harry like a small child not meeting anyone’s eye.
“You have to go outside sometime you know. Because it looks like you are trying to hide yourself here so that no one finds you.”
“What do you care Malfoy?”
“I don’t.”
“And why do you want us to go to Hogsmead that much?”
“You don’t trust me? I’m offended.” exclaimed Draco pressing his hands to his heart.
Harry eyed him suspiciously:
“What is on your mind?”
“There’s probably no way I can prove to you my honest intentions. But I really think that it would do us some good. You always liked going to Hogsmead you even sneaked there illegally. So what changed now?”
“Everything.” sighed Harry.
Draco looked at him questioningly but Harry just shook his head.
“OK, we’ll go to Hogsmead. You’re probably right and we do need some fresh air.”
Harry looked at Ron.
“I’m all for it. As much as I appreciate this place now I really think that Hogsmead and Butterbeer tops it.”
“OK, Malfoy meet us tomorrow after breakfast at the entrance.”
“All right.”
“Now,” said Ron yawning, “bedtime.”
Harry shuddered.
***
Though Draco’s original intentions were to write to his father and demand some answers he didn’t rush. Somehow he didn’t want to tell his father that he and Potter became sort of friends. He felt rather possessive of their partnership and he didn’t want to share the knowledge of it with his father. He still reported to him every night as if he still watched Harry from afar. He couldn’t explain it but for the first time in his life he made his own decision even if it was forced on him, but at least it wasn’t his father who forced him into this.
Most of the time they just worked on their home assignments or looked for additional information that picked their interest and it almost always was a companionable silence. As if they were friends for a long time and could understand each other without words. Which Draco thought was the case with Potter and Weasley. Of course there was still the matter of their names which they didn’t use towards each other but Draco was sure that soon they would overcome that barrier. That’s why he wanted to go to Hogsmead, to find themselves in another atmosphere and maybe to become a bit more closer, a bit more comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to use their names. Another question that Draco added to his questions concerning Potter was the question about changes. As far as he could see the changes were deep and profound almost like wounds that Harry desperately wanted to heal trying all the methods he could come up with. He wondered what happened and if his father had anything to do with it. There were so many things he wanted to know that once or twice he thought about asking Harry directly. But he didn’t want to frighten the boy away especially if it concerned his father. Though he couldn’t place how his father would do anything to Potter in the first place. Than again it was his father and he could do anything to anyone if he so wanted. And if before this thought entertained Draco now it really scared him. And he hoped that his father hadn’t hurt Harry in any way.
“Potter, what is it with you and number three?” asked Draco as they were sitting in the library waiting for Ron to bring some books.
Harry looked at Draco with amusement shining in his bright green eyes.
“Well, we can always ask Neville to join us.”
Draco scowled:
“You, know Potter, I really don’t like your sense of humor.”
“Well,” drawled Harry, “maybe because it is not my sense of humor?”
“But don’t tell me that we are going to spend the weekend in the library as well.”
“I don’t keep you here, Malfoy. You can leave whenever you feel the need to. But if you leave don’t come back. And don’t think that you will be able to follow me.”
“You know, it’s just a castle. I can find you anywhere.”
“But what if I will spend all the time in Gryffindor Tower? Think you’ll manage to crawl in and hide under the sofa? I don’t think it will be too comfortable. Not to mention unMalfoylike. Think about what your father will say if he finds out that you spent your time in Gryffindor Tower lying on your belly.”
“Don’t you think you’re a bit too preoccupied with what my father might think?”
“Why would I be preoccupied with that?”
“That’s what I want to know.”
“So you’re staying?”
“Only if we go to Hogsmead. I’m sure Weasley though enamoured by your new lifestyle will be only too glad to breathe in some fresh air and not dust from the shelves.” pointed out Draco looking into Ron’s direction who was carrying books and coughing uncontrollably.
“We can always brew potion for his cough. It’s not hard.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Really? But I don’t remember us talking about anything of importance.” said Harry taking out his parchment and writing down assignment.
“We were talking about my father and your preoccupation with him.”
“I am not preoccupied with your father. But wasn’t it you who always complained about me beating you in everything and how your father was sooo disappointed with you over and over again. I’m just trying to help.”
“Don’t look out for me. You’re not my mother.”
“Thank God for that.”
“For what?” asked dusty Ron though no one was going to answer him.
“These books are something terrible. Harry, are you sure we need this stuff?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to write that essay on the potion of confusion and it is very ancient. Modern recipes are not completed that’s why most of the time the potion doesn’t work.”
“But this books all apply dark magic.”
“So?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Ron, if we were not supposed to read these books they would have been in Restricted Section. Besides, we are not going to make the potion just to write about it. Though, I wouldn’t mind brewing it…” said Harry with faraway look.
“Harry, isn’t it a poison? Remember Snape asked Granger…”
“And she lost points for Gryffindor because her notions concerning the potion were not complete and wrong in general. That’s why he assigned this essay so that we find out. But most of us don’t look too deep in the books.”
“How do you know about these books?” inquired Draco pointing at the books Ron has just brought. They all were extremely dusty and old.
“Saw it written out on Snape’s list of books we are supposed to use. Of course he wouldn’t share this information with us.”
“And how do you know about that potion? I’ve never heard about it before.” continued Draco.
“When I came to the library with Granger to study for Potions she gave me a very interesting book. In the end there was a table of potions divided into different categories. My attention attracted potions that contained snake poison. They were very intricate and complicated. For example this potion we are going to write about depends on the quantity of the poison. If you add one drop combined with other ingredients that should be brewed for approximately two months it becomes the strongest poison ever and it will kill you in seconds leaving your body in a very unattractive state. But if you add two drops it becomes antidote and if you add three drops it becomes a simple sleeping draught. That’s why it is called confusing. Because when people see snake poison they add as much as they can thinking that it will make it more deadly while in the meantime they just weaken its properties making it as dangerous as water can be. Intriguing isn’t it?”
“You have a strange taste Potter, but I like it.” said Draco studying Harry’s enthusiastic face for awhile.
Harry was frantically waving his hands into his face:
“Malfoy one more compliment from you and I will die of shock.”
“Oh Potter I just started enjoying myself, don’t be such a spoilsport.”
“If you quite finished with your pleasantries, I suggest that we write this essay before midnight. I really don’t fancy spending night in here.” interjected Ron.
“And I’d rather spend it here among the books than with my thoughts and dreams” thought Harry to himself.
For the whole week now he was having quite disturbing dreams, which included ravens and snakes intertwining together in a dance. In Harry’s opinion to see a snake and a raven dancing even in a dream was very strange. But at the same time it was fascinatingly beautiful watching raven’s wings being bound by serpents coils and his beak piercing snake’s fork-like tongue. They were coiling and battling in the air. Even through the dream Harry could sense blood and feel pain and hear hissing and croaking. But then drops of blood and feathers were on the ground swirling together creating sort of a crater while raven and serpent still intertwined were falling down disappearing in its midst. Harry woke up shivering and trembling all over. His hands and legs were trembling and he could hardly pour himself a glass of water without spilling it all around.
He was afraid to sleep now because every night he had this terrifying dream. But he felt somewhere in the depth of his inner mind that that wasn’t the end of raven and serpent and that somehow they had to reappear again. That’s why he fell asleep every night waiting for this dream with dread and anticipation waiting for the time to come for raven and serpent to become alive. He believed that they would.
***
“So are we going to Hogsmead or not?” asked Draco before they were going to leave.
“Great idea.” said Ron.
“Thank you Weasley.”
Ron was about to fall from his chair.
“Oh, Weasley stop it. It’s not like I don’t know such words. Granted I don’t use them often but now it’s different because Potter here intends to spend the whole weekend in the company of books.”
“I like it here.” mumbled Harry like a small child not meeting anyone’s eye.
“You have to go outside sometime you know. Because it looks like you are trying to hide yourself here so that no one finds you.”
“What do you care Malfoy?”
“I don’t.”
“And why do you want us to go to Hogsmead that much?”
“You don’t trust me? I’m offended.” exclaimed Draco pressing his hands to his heart.
Harry eyed him suspiciously:
“What is on your mind?”
“There’s probably no way I can prove to you my honest intentions. But I really think that it would do us some good. You always liked going to Hogsmead you even sneaked there illegally. So what changed now?”
“Everything.” sighed Harry.
Draco looked at him questioningly but Harry just shook his head.
“OK, we’ll go to Hogsmead. You’re probably right and we do need some fresh air.”
Harry looked at Ron.
“I’m all for it. As much as I appreciate this place now I really think that Hogsmead and Butterbeer tops it.”
“OK, Malfoy meet us tomorrow after breakfast at the entrance.”
“All right.”
“Now,” said Ron yawning, “bedtime.”
Harry shuddered.
***
Though Draco’s original intentions were to write to his father and demand some answers he didn’t rush. Somehow he didn’t want to tell his father that he and Potter became sort of friends. He felt rather possessive of their partnership and he didn’t want to share the knowledge of it with his father. He still reported to him every night as if he still watched Harry from afar. He couldn’t explain it but for the first time in his life he made his own decision even if it was forced on him, but at least it wasn’t his father who forced him into this.
Most of the time they just worked on their home assignments or looked for additional information that picked their interest and it almost always was a companionable silence. As if they were friends for a long time and could understand each other without words. Which Draco thought was the case with Potter and Weasley. Of course there was still the matter of their names which they didn’t use towards each other but Draco was sure that soon they would overcome that barrier. That’s why he wanted to go to Hogsmead, to find themselves in another atmosphere and maybe to become a bit more closer, a bit more comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to use their names. Another question that Draco added to his questions concerning Potter was the question about changes. As far as he could see the changes were deep and profound almost like wounds that Harry desperately wanted to heal trying all the methods he could come up with. He wondered what happened and if his father had anything to do with it. There were so many things he wanted to know that once or twice he thought about asking Harry directly. But he didn’t want to frighten the boy away especially if it concerned his father. Though he couldn’t place how his father would do anything to Potter in the first place. Than again it was his father and he could do anything to anyone if he so wanted. And if before this thought entertained Draco now it really scared him. And he hoped that his father hadn’t hurt Harry in any way.