Obsession

Title: Obsession
Author: mi_nai_leeloo
Pairing: HP/DM
Warnings: OC, angst, fluff, teenage lust, and various other emotional effects
A/N: This story is narrated in the first person by an OC. The OC does not interact directly with the canon characters. Therefore, no Mary Sue. The narrator is telling the story from the POV of a 6th year student at Hogwarts. The story, however, begins in Harry and Draco’s third year. (for those who don’t know, third year puts them around 13 years of age)

First person narrative by OC. Harry and Draco are at odds, but why is the Potions master involved? OC tells story of secrets kept, and love lost.

Disclaimer: All characters, other than the original by me, are owned and copyrighted to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series of novels, books 1 through 6, as published of this date. I in no way intend to profit from the use of these characters and only choose to manipulate them, as I see fit, strictly for personal entertainment. I choose to share my personal manipulations with the public at large without hope or agenda.

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Chapter Two:
Consequences


“You shouldn’t have come down here, Harry,” Professor Snape said dryly. “If you are having another spat with Draco, I’m not sure what it is you want me to do about it.”

“You haven’t told him have you?” said Harry with a hint of anxiety. Snape glared at Harry. It looked as though his eyes would burn two holes straight through the boy.

“We’ve gone over this, Potter,” he spat through clenched teeth. “There is nothing to tell.”

“But, Sir…” Harry was cut off before he could finish his thought.

“But nothing! There is nothing left to discuss. This topic is not up for debate!” Snape snapped his notebook shut and threw his quill on top of his desk. He sat back in his chair, taking a moment to settle himself before continuing, “This is nonsense, Harry. I’ve told you. There is nothing more I can give you.”

Harry collapsed into a chair. He looked like someone had knocked the wind out of him. He sat, for a long time, just staring at the floor, and then looked up as if someone had poked him with a stick.

“He knows!” said Harry alarmingly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Snape waving him off. “How could he?”

“I don’t know, but he knows…” Harry trailed off for a moment and then continued, “ He must’ve seen us.”

Professor Snape sat up straight in his chair, his brow furrowed. “Where?”

“The garden, maybe?” questioned Harry as he bit his lower lip in concentration.

“That’s impossible. We would’ve seen…”

“The map,” interrupted Harry, “We would’ve seen him on the map, I know. But we weren’t looking at the map the whole time, were we?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, boy,” Snape quipped in obvious displeasure at being cut short. “I can still give you detention. You sound more and more like your father every day.”

Harry glared at the Professor. “Why do you have to say things like that? I mean…” he said struggling for words, “I mean I just don’t understand why you keep comparing me with my father. It just… it just isn’t right!”

“Keep your voice down, Potter,” said Snape hurriedly. “I’ve told you’re a hundred times that my feelings for your father in no way relate to my feelings toward you. For the last time, I don’t wish to discuss this any further.”

I nearly lost my footing on the stone floor, my knees weak. My mind was racing to comprehend what I just heard. ‘Feelings?’ I thought to myself. ‘I didn’t know Snape had feelings let alone feelings for Harry!’ I felt as though my head were spinning. I didn’t know what to make of the conversation I just heard. ‘My Gram told me to mind my own business. Why didn’t I listen?’

It was too late now. I had to find out what was going on.

“I just wish,” continued Harry, “that I knew more…” He stopped short, his head tilted to one side and he was staring directly at me. “Did you hear that?” he asked quietly.

My heart stopped. I could no longer feel it in my chest. ‘He can’t see me. Oh, God, please tell me he can’t see me!’ I thought frantically. I was too scared to even breathe.

“Hear what?” Snape said, turning his attention toward the door. “What are you getting at, Harry?”

“Shh!” Harry held up his hand, still listening intently.

Professor Snape’s pallid features drew into a scowl. Black eyes filled with venom behind a veil of shoulder-length black hair. It was apparent that the professor was unhappy with Harry’s actions. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again, snapping his head around to once again face the door.

“Did you hear it?” asked Harry in a whisper.

“Yes,” Snape answered begrudgingly. His face went expressionless and very difficult to read. He peered into the darkness outside his office door – looking directly at me.

I was frozen, I couldn’t move, bewitched by his eyes, and then I heard it – the unmistakable sound of someone running down the corridor.

“It’s him!” shouted Harry. “It’s Malfoy, I know it is. He can’t keep his Slytherin nose out of my business!”

I had completely forgotten about Draco. I assumed that he would have come to see the Potion’s Master first, but once I arrived and saw he wasn’t here, I really had\'t given him another thought. I couldn’t imagine where he had been this whole time. Looking down the corridor, I listen to the footsteps growing ever closer.

‘Oh shit!’ my mind shouted at me, my current train of thought derailed. ‘I’m on the wrong side of the door!’ If I didn’t move right away, Draco would run right into me, but if I did move, Harry and Snape would see me for sure. This wasn’t a good time to be indecisive. That’s when fate intervened.

A crash came from inside the office. My attention was ripped from the blackness of the corridor back into the dimly lit room. Harry was sprawled on the floor, his leg entangled with that of his chair.

“This is no time for a nap, Potter!” Snape retorted. “Get up!”

Harry scrambled to his feet picking up the chair as he did so. He looked like he was going to throw up.

“Just stand there and be quiet,” the professor demanded shaking his head. “Looks like you found a way for me to take care of your squabble with Draco after all,” he said with a smirk.

Both Harry and Snape were locked in a fiery gaze. I seized my opportunity and flew to the other side of the door, quickly finding the darkest spot of shadows and shrinking back into it. What I wouldn’t give for an invisibility cloak right now.

Just then, Draco rounded the corner at full sprint, his robes open and billowing to the sides of his school uniform. His white-blonde hair was a bit messy, his cheeks flushed from running through the cool damp air of the dungeon. He was quite striking in the flickering torch-light. For the first time, I noticed what a handsome boy he was, his features not unlike his father’s.

My robes rustled about my ankles as he charged past me and through the doorway. For a moment, it looked like he was going to run right into the professor\'s desk, but he stopped directly in front of Harry giving him an icy glare.

“Somehow I knew you’d be here,” said Draco struggling to remain calm. His chest was heaving. It was hard to tell whether it was from running or pure anger. His hands were balled into fists and he spoke through clenched teeth, “You have no business here. Classes are done for the day.”

Harry postured defensively, ready to make a move if only given a chance. Professor Snape insured that he did not have one.

“This is no concern of yours, Draco,” said Snape plainly.

Draco’s head snapped to the right to look at the professor directly. It was almost as if he hadn\'t realized he was there. He said, “Well, I’m sure my father would find it interesting that you are spending your free time catering to a Gryffindor. Not to mention that it’s Harry Potter that is receiving your undivided attention.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you or your father,” Snape said indignantly. “Regardless of what he thinks, I am here to teach and prepare students from all houses, not just Slytherin.”

“Oh, so now you’re going to say that all this has been teaching?” Draco questioned snidely. “My father will really love that!”

“Watch it Draco,” Snape said sternly. “These are waters you do not wish to explore.”

“Oh, but he can explore them!” he screamed while pointing to Harry, “This little half-breed with the filthy mudblood for a mother?”

Harry’s face went flush with anger. That was it; he couldn’t take Malfoy any longer. His lips curled and he bared his teeth as he silently charged his unsuspecting target. The two tumbled to the floor, Draco’s face smashing into the stone floor. Draco screamed in pain, bringing his hands up to cover his face while curling into a fetal position. Harry was wrestling to turn him over, apparently trying to get a clear shot at his face.

“Take that back, Malfoy!” Harry screamed as he reached for his wand. “Take it back or I’ll…”

“Expelliarmus!”

Both Harry and his wand flew across the room, landing unceremoniously in a pile of old dusty books. He looked up at Professor Snape, stunned.

“You just earned yourself a week’s worth of detention, Potter,” said Snape in an elevated tone, “and I\'ll make sure it isn\'t fun! And as for you,” he said picking up Draco by the back of his robes, “you’ll be joining him.”

Draco looked a frightful mess. Blood poured out of his nose, which was clearly broken, and streamed down his hands and arms. He was struggling to hide his broken sobs as Snape steadied him on his feet.

“You’ll pay for this, Potter,” Draco said through his hands.

“And what are you going to do?” Snape asked smacking Draco in the back of his head. “Be careful or I’ll tack on another week of detention with Hagrid!”

That seemed to get Draco’s attention because his posture deflated under the professor’s hand, though he continued to glare daggers at Potter.

“Clean up that mess and get up to your dormitory,” Snape ordered. “I’m taking this one,\" Snape motioning with his head toward Malfoy, \"up to Pompfrey to have his face looked at. It would be a shame for him not to enjoy the Christmas feast next week.”

With that, Snape guided Draco from his office and down the corridor away from me. I waited several minutes while Harry cleaned up, finally gathering his things to make his way up from the dungeons. He paused for a moment as he walked, peering over his shoulder into the darkness, then he shook his head and turned the corner to head up the stairs and into the main hallway.

I stayed where I was for several minutes to allow myself a safe exit from the dungeons. I arrived in my Common Room unnoticed, as usual, and made my way up to my dorm. There were a few that were still awake and chatting with one another, but mostly everyone was already asleep. I stoked the coals in the warmer before changing into my night clothes and crawling into bed.

I mulled over the events of the evening in my head as I fell asleep. Yes, tomorrow’s Transfiguration was sure to be very interesting indeed.


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~To be continued~