A Whispered Confession Can Change Everything
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
38
Views:
5,854
Reviews:
9
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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Draco watched them sternly, pacing with his hands clasped tightly behind his back like a drill sergeant. In the distance Minerva had lost the battle of keeping a straight face and was just desperately trying to keep her giggles quiet as he mimicked Madam Hooch perfectly, “You have to be forceful. Command your broom. It is your slave!”
Hen pointed at her broom, “Get me a sandwich!” Draco froze, foot halfway to the ground to stare at her. Shrugging, “If it’s my slave it should bring me food.”
Cassie snorted, “Is there a time you don’t think about food?”
Pretending to think about it, “No.”
Alex rolled her eyes before glancing at Draco, “If you ever wanted to tell us apart, that’s her tell.”
He tilted his head just a little before smirking, “Just like your dimple is your’s?”
Everyone froze now, staring at him in shock before looking at one another. Cassandra tentatively asked what they were all wondering, “You noticed that?” Nodding with a shrug, “Wow. It took me two years to figure that out.” She shook her head a little, clearing her thought before staring hard at her broom under her hand, “Up!”
Up it shot, clasped tightly in her hand and she sent him a grin. A few more tries and the twins forced their brooms to obey at the exact same time. Within half an hour he was showing them slow little maneuvers around the Quidich pitch. Cassie let her broom hover, “Where did you learn to fly?”
Raising an eyebrow, “You mean besides here?” She gave him a look and he gave her a lazy smile. She could see his instant ease while in the air, “Malfoy’s have to be the best, so I had to practice a lot. Well that and Quidich.”
Blinking, “Wait a minute...you play Quidich?”
Shrugging a bit, not at all proud how he’d gotten on the team but proud that he’d gotten the position.
In spite of popular opinion, his father got him the guarantee of a position, but his skills made him a seeker, “Perhaps not for long if I’m sorted to a different house.”
“What position?”
“Seeker.” Three pairs of eyes were staring at him in shock and dare he say respect. They were all Quidich fans, they knew seekers were usually the most valuable players on the team. Plus it meant he was wicked fast on a broom. He gave them a grin before he shot up into the air, flipping around a few times before spinning for the ground at break-neck speed. He curved his flight up gracefully and sped around the pitch as fast as he
could go.
The others were newly green on their brooms but managed to mimic some of his safer courses. He was actually quite proud of them. If was more than he learned on the first or second flying lesson and they were learning quickly.
“Quite a show, isn’t it Minerva?”
The Transfiguration teacher just shook her head, “Would you believe they’ve never been on a broom before, Albus?”
“Impressive. Even Madam Hooch can not get her students to be so bold so quickly.”
She watched them as they talked, ever mindful that they were safe and cringing every time Draco veered too closely to the goal hoops, “I suppose it is easier to learn when someone their own age shows them.”
Albus was watching them with amusement but stilled, turning to stare at Minerva before looking back onto the field. Cassie was now keeping pace with Draco, he keeping her to the inside so she was safer and letting her tag along as they zipped across the grass.
***
“Are you certain about this, Albus?”
Giving Minerva a small smile, “I am never certain about anything but I believe it would benefit all of them, not just the children.” Minerva just shook her head a little, pacing in her study, “The purpose of this school is not just to teach the students how to cast but to prepare them for the world. How can they be truly prepared if most of the students have never encountered children that were raised differently?”
“I’m not disagreeing Albus, truly I’m not. But I am worried how certain students will receive a school full of orphans...not to mention the creatures you want to invite here-...”
Nodding gravely, sipping his tea, “The purebloods, you mean?”
“And the parents. The School Board. Albus you could be removed if this works against you. One fight,
one injury is all it could take to close this school!”
Hands out in a placating manner, “I am only asking one nonhuman to the school this year-...”
“To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. A position that will be the most volatile as all of the students take it- and you know how Severus feels of the man.”
He knew all too well how his potions master felt of Remus Lupin. But the man was a genius strategist and could run circles around those less qualified applicants that had applied for the position. And the sad fact was that not many had. If he could just keep the man in the position for more than one year, “Yes, I know Severus’ feelings on the matter. At the same time Remus is the perfect start. His werewolf nature would not be easily spotted and it might well be next year before many would even be aware.”
“Have you even asked yourself how Draco will feel about this?” Albus raised an eyebrow at that. What in the world did his charge have to do with hiring professors? But Minerva had caught his look, “Albus the boy is in your care for the next seven years and will be an addition to your life for the rest of your’s. Whether or not he is comfortable with the professors of this school should be the first thought in your mind.”
Shaking his head slightly, “As Headmaster, I have to take all of my students into consideration-...”
“And as the boy’s guardian, you only have to take Draco into consideration.” Dumbledore froze for a moment before acknowledgment crossed his face. Minerva was right. Above all of his students, his charge’s feelings must come first.
Nodding, “I shall speak with him.”
***
D: Pans. I know this is going to be a bit of a shock but I’m going to warn you...I may not be a Slytherin anymore.
P: What?! What are you talking about? I mean, you know what I mean.
D: You know I wasn’t eleven like everyone else.
P: Sure.
D: Well, apparently everyone gets sorted at eleven, according to the bylaws of the school. You’re not mad, are you?
P: Dray, of course not. I was never your friend because you were in Slytherin. Brother forever, no matter what.
D: Thanks, Pans, that...it means everything.
P: Yeah, yeah...so, going to be a Gryffindor since you’re being so sentimental?
D: By the Gods I hope not. I’m actually...I’m hoping for Ravenclaw.
P: Why?
D: Well, I could focus on my violin. Plus, the Ravenclaws have access to that secluded library I told you about.
P: This wouldn’t have anything to do with the private rooms for the upper years, would it?
D: No...of course not...picture my voice innocent when I write this.
P: You? Innocent? I think not.
Draco watched them sternly, pacing with his hands clasped tightly behind his back like a drill sergeant. In the distance Minerva had lost the battle of keeping a straight face and was just desperately trying to keep her giggles quiet as he mimicked Madam Hooch perfectly, “You have to be forceful. Command your broom. It is your slave!”
Hen pointed at her broom, “Get me a sandwich!” Draco froze, foot halfway to the ground to stare at her. Shrugging, “If it’s my slave it should bring me food.”
Cassie snorted, “Is there a time you don’t think about food?”
Pretending to think about it, “No.”
Alex rolled her eyes before glancing at Draco, “If you ever wanted to tell us apart, that’s her tell.”
He tilted his head just a little before smirking, “Just like your dimple is your’s?”
Everyone froze now, staring at him in shock before looking at one another. Cassandra tentatively asked what they were all wondering, “You noticed that?” Nodding with a shrug, “Wow. It took me two years to figure that out.” She shook her head a little, clearing her thought before staring hard at her broom under her hand, “Up!”
Up it shot, clasped tightly in her hand and she sent him a grin. A few more tries and the twins forced their brooms to obey at the exact same time. Within half an hour he was showing them slow little maneuvers around the Quidich pitch. Cassie let her broom hover, “Where did you learn to fly?”
Raising an eyebrow, “You mean besides here?” She gave him a look and he gave her a lazy smile. She could see his instant ease while in the air, “Malfoy’s have to be the best, so I had to practice a lot. Well that and Quidich.”
Blinking, “Wait a minute...you play Quidich?”
Shrugging a bit, not at all proud how he’d gotten on the team but proud that he’d gotten the position.
In spite of popular opinion, his father got him the guarantee of a position, but his skills made him a seeker, “Perhaps not for long if I’m sorted to a different house.”
“What position?”
“Seeker.” Three pairs of eyes were staring at him in shock and dare he say respect. They were all Quidich fans, they knew seekers were usually the most valuable players on the team. Plus it meant he was wicked fast on a broom. He gave them a grin before he shot up into the air, flipping around a few times before spinning for the ground at break-neck speed. He curved his flight up gracefully and sped around the pitch as fast as he
could go.
The others were newly green on their brooms but managed to mimic some of his safer courses. He was actually quite proud of them. If was more than he learned on the first or second flying lesson and they were learning quickly.
“Quite a show, isn’t it Minerva?”
The Transfiguration teacher just shook her head, “Would you believe they’ve never been on a broom before, Albus?”
“Impressive. Even Madam Hooch can not get her students to be so bold so quickly.”
She watched them as they talked, ever mindful that they were safe and cringing every time Draco veered too closely to the goal hoops, “I suppose it is easier to learn when someone their own age shows them.”
Albus was watching them with amusement but stilled, turning to stare at Minerva before looking back onto the field. Cassie was now keeping pace with Draco, he keeping her to the inside so she was safer and letting her tag along as they zipped across the grass.
***
“Are you certain about this, Albus?”
Giving Minerva a small smile, “I am never certain about anything but I believe it would benefit all of them, not just the children.” Minerva just shook her head a little, pacing in her study, “The purpose of this school is not just to teach the students how to cast but to prepare them for the world. How can they be truly prepared if most of the students have never encountered children that were raised differently?”
“I’m not disagreeing Albus, truly I’m not. But I am worried how certain students will receive a school full of orphans...not to mention the creatures you want to invite here-...”
Nodding gravely, sipping his tea, “The purebloods, you mean?”
“And the parents. The School Board. Albus you could be removed if this works against you. One fight,
one injury is all it could take to close this school!”
Hands out in a placating manner, “I am only asking one nonhuman to the school this year-...”
“To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. A position that will be the most volatile as all of the students take it- and you know how Severus feels of the man.”
He knew all too well how his potions master felt of Remus Lupin. But the man was a genius strategist and could run circles around those less qualified applicants that had applied for the position. And the sad fact was that not many had. If he could just keep the man in the position for more than one year, “Yes, I know Severus’ feelings on the matter. At the same time Remus is the perfect start. His werewolf nature would not be easily spotted and it might well be next year before many would even be aware.”
“Have you even asked yourself how Draco will feel about this?” Albus raised an eyebrow at that. What in the world did his charge have to do with hiring professors? But Minerva had caught his look, “Albus the boy is in your care for the next seven years and will be an addition to your life for the rest of your’s. Whether or not he is comfortable with the professors of this school should be the first thought in your mind.”
Shaking his head slightly, “As Headmaster, I have to take all of my students into consideration-...”
“And as the boy’s guardian, you only have to take Draco into consideration.” Dumbledore froze for a moment before acknowledgment crossed his face. Minerva was right. Above all of his students, his charge’s feelings must come first.
Nodding, “I shall speak with him.”
***
D: Pans. I know this is going to be a bit of a shock but I’m going to warn you...I may not be a Slytherin anymore.
P: What?! What are you talking about? I mean, you know what I mean.
D: You know I wasn’t eleven like everyone else.
P: Sure.
D: Well, apparently everyone gets sorted at eleven, according to the bylaws of the school. You’re not mad, are you?
P: Dray, of course not. I was never your friend because you were in Slytherin. Brother forever, no matter what.
D: Thanks, Pans, that...it means everything.
P: Yeah, yeah...so, going to be a Gryffindor since you’re being so sentimental?
D: By the Gods I hope not. I’m actually...I’m hoping for Ravenclaw.
P: Why?
D: Well, I could focus on my violin. Plus, the Ravenclaws have access to that secluded library I told you about.
P: This wouldn’t have anything to do with the private rooms for the upper years, would it?
D: No...of course not...picture my voice innocent when I write this.
P: You? Innocent? I think not.