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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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6,477
Reviews:
14
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0
Currently Reading:
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And it begins
Disclaimer: Forgot it the first time in all the excitement. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Co. I own the plot, one main character and some random ones thrown in courtesy of EQ friends.
And onward……
Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy was pissed off. Not only had his favorite robes been singed, his potions essay, one of the few he actually did, was missing. He was a whirlwind of motion through the Slytherin dorm rooms. Not even the girl’s side got any consideration. Objects flew throughout the common room, some by magic some strewn by his own pale hands.
“Crabbe! Goyle! Where did you put my potions essay? I told you that you could read it. I didn’t say you could keep it!” Anger emanated from the slender boy as he traveled down the stairs for the fourth time
Crabbe looked at him stupidly trying to comprehend all the big words Malfoy was using. Goyle didn’t even look up from his stash of chocolate frogs. Tension crackled in the air as the blonde waited for some response. After about five minutes Draco threw up his hands in frustration and grabbed his bag.
“Great. Not only am I forced to live in close quarters with these two I also have to disappoint Sev again. Not to mention missing breakfast.” Draco mumbled while he sauntered out of the common room and into the hallway.
“Talking to your self is the first sign of insanity.” Draco whirled around trying to find the source of the luxurious voice. The corridor was empty.
“Hello?” Gray eyes darted back and forth down the hallway. “Who’s there?” After a couple nervous minutes of searching the area Draco figured that he had wasted enough time and headed down to the Potion’s room, hoping that most students would still be finishing up breakfast so he could get his choice of seats.
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Up in the Great Hall the talk had all but ceased as the students detached themselves from the tables. Some of them were having more difficulty than others.
“Come on Ron! We are going to be late for Potions!” Hermoine begged while trying to pull Ron away from his seat. “Harry, help me.” Harry got up and wrapped his arms around Ron.
“Come darling, if you are not willing to go to Potions class we have things to do up in the dorm.” He whispered seductively. The sound of Harry’s voice right next to his ear in that kind of tone had Ron dashing to the dungeons.
“You would think by now he would realize that he isn’t your type.” Hermoine chuckled. “I love the look on his face when you do that.” Harry grinned along with her. Life was beginning to turn normal and they all had a good chance of being happy. ‘As long as Voldemort keeps hiding.’ Just as Harry thought this a cold chill pervaded their corner of the Great Hall.
The candles flickered and for a split second they could see the breath coming out of each other’s mouths. Hermione shivered and warmth flooded back through their limbs at her slight movement.
“Weird.” whispered Harry.
“Do you think we should tell the Headmaster?”
“No.” He replied. “It was probably just a fluke in the heating charm.” Hermione looked skeptical but nodded in agreement. Together they trudged down to the dungeons both with an uneasy feeling that, somehow, they were being watched.
And onward……
Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy was pissed off. Not only had his favorite robes been singed, his potions essay, one of the few he actually did, was missing. He was a whirlwind of motion through the Slytherin dorm rooms. Not even the girl’s side got any consideration. Objects flew throughout the common room, some by magic some strewn by his own pale hands.
“Crabbe! Goyle! Where did you put my potions essay? I told you that you could read it. I didn’t say you could keep it!” Anger emanated from the slender boy as he traveled down the stairs for the fourth time
Crabbe looked at him stupidly trying to comprehend all the big words Malfoy was using. Goyle didn’t even look up from his stash of chocolate frogs. Tension crackled in the air as the blonde waited for some response. After about five minutes Draco threw up his hands in frustration and grabbed his bag.
“Great. Not only am I forced to live in close quarters with these two I also have to disappoint Sev again. Not to mention missing breakfast.” Draco mumbled while he sauntered out of the common room and into the hallway.
“Talking to your self is the first sign of insanity.” Draco whirled around trying to find the source of the luxurious voice. The corridor was empty.
“Hello?” Gray eyes darted back and forth down the hallway. “Who’s there?” After a couple nervous minutes of searching the area Draco figured that he had wasted enough time and headed down to the Potion’s room, hoping that most students would still be finishing up breakfast so he could get his choice of seats.
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Up in the Great Hall the talk had all but ceased as the students detached themselves from the tables. Some of them were having more difficulty than others.
“Come on Ron! We are going to be late for Potions!” Hermoine begged while trying to pull Ron away from his seat. “Harry, help me.” Harry got up and wrapped his arms around Ron.
“Come darling, if you are not willing to go to Potions class we have things to do up in the dorm.” He whispered seductively. The sound of Harry’s voice right next to his ear in that kind of tone had Ron dashing to the dungeons.
“You would think by now he would realize that he isn’t your type.” Hermoine chuckled. “I love the look on his face when you do that.” Harry grinned along with her. Life was beginning to turn normal and they all had a good chance of being happy. ‘As long as Voldemort keeps hiding.’ Just as Harry thought this a cold chill pervaded their corner of the Great Hall.
The candles flickered and for a split second they could see the breath coming out of each other’s mouths. Hermione shivered and warmth flooded back through their limbs at her slight movement.
“Weird.” whispered Harry.
“Do you think we should tell the Headmaster?”
“No.” He replied. “It was probably just a fluke in the heating charm.” Hermione looked skeptical but nodded in agreement. Together they trudged down to the dungeons both with an uneasy feeling that, somehow, they were being watched.