Slytherin Saviors
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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11
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20,495
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157
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Chapter 2
Disclaimer- Not mine. I just like to take them out of the closet and play with them for a little while.
Harry had followed Blaise up to the dorm room quietly. His back felt like it was on fire, his mind was spinning with everything that had happened so far this evening and frankly he was wondering how in the world he was expected to sleep in a room with people that had spent five years hating him and on some level conspiring to kill him. It was almost too much to think about and his brain felt like a fog was closing in on him.
He didn't even really notice when Blaise led him to a tank in the corner. A small and miserable looking snake was curled in the corner. She was shaking and barely looked up at him when he reached in and stroked her gently.
"Oh you poor thing," he said, not even noticing that he was speaking in Parsletongue. The snake lifted her head and looked at him curiously.
"You speak?" The snake was surprised out of her misery.
"Um, yeah. I...yeah. What's wrong?" He glanced around to see that Blaise was watching with concern for his snake and more than a little interest. Draco seemed to be ignoring everything. None of the others had come up to the room yet.
"Cold. Too cold down here," the snake answered with a slight shiver. "There isn't enough light and heat."
Harry gently reached into the cage and picked up the snake. He wrapped her around his wrist and felt the cool skin of the snake against his over-warm arm. "Is that better?" He asked. The snake shifted slightly as if to get closer and nodded her head before settling down slightly.
Harry looked up at Blaise with a slight smile. "Um, she is really cold. I don't think the heating charms work right. Either that or they need to be stronger. Also she says it is too dark. She wants more light."
Blaise looked at Harry thoughtfully. He was busy trying to figure out how to warm his snake up if the heating charms weren't working right. The snake seemed to be sleeping comfortably curled against Harry's wrist.
"Muggles have a heating stone. It runs on electricity but I would imagine you could do the same with magic. Instead of just trying to cast the heating charm on the whole cage, just do it on the stone. You could get it a bit stronger and she can curl up on or around the stone as she needs it," Harry suggested. He was a bit hesitent about bringing up Muggle ideas in the house that hated Muggles but Blaise seemed to be taking his idea into consideration.
The two boys worked with the stone, trying various levels of heat to make it strong enough, but not so strong it would burn the snake. Neither noticed when Draco left the room. They were just getting the snake settled back in and Harry had finished explaining the stone to her when Draco re-entered with Crabbe and Goyle following behind.
"Potter! Snape wants to see you in his office at 8:30," Draco didn't even stop on his way to his own bed in the far corner. Harry watched warily as the three boys filed past him.
Suddenly he realized that he didn't know where his own bed was, or where his stuff was. He looked around the room and spotted his bed, in the center of the room. His eyes widened. To the right of his bed was three beds that looked like they were occupied by Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. To the left was two beds, one was Blaise and the other was...Harry thought hard wondering who the other Slytherin was before he remembered, Nott.
"Whoa! No way in hell! This is not going to work," Harry exclaimed.
"What are you on about Potter?" Draco asked with confusion.
"There is no way in hell I am sleeping there. Surrounded by you lot. I prefer to wake up alive in the morning thank you very much," Harry was sputtering with shock and anger.
"I hope you realize that didn't make much sense Potter," said Draco wryly.
"I don't care. I am not sleeping THERE," Harry was working up a good bit of anger. He didn't even noticed that Blaise was reaching for him until he felt the sharp pain in his shoulder. He jerked away from the other boy and held his wand out. He moved until he was backed almost against the other wall.
Draco motioned to Crabbe and Goyle to stay put and slowly lay his own wand on his bed and moved away. Blaise followed his lead and the four boys moved together to the center of the room.
"Potter, weren't you listening to Snape earlier! We protect our own here. We are not going to harm you while you live down here. For Merlin's sake, put away your wand!" Draco started to move slightly towards the other boy.
Harry wasn't sure what was going on. It was too much to take in. Snape wanted to see him, he was living in the dungeons, he didn't know how Hermione and Ron were taking everything and now he was expected to sleep surrounded by ...NO he wasn't going to do this.
Draco seemed to realize that Harry was slowly breaking down. The evening was catching up with him and in a very bad way. Slowly, he made his way towards the other boy, not breaking eye contact and trying to bite back the scathing words that were just itching to come out.
"Harry," idly he wondered what instinct told him not to call him Potter. "Harry, we aren't going to harm you down here. We aren't about to turn you over to the Dark Lord. There really is nothing to worry about here."
Draco had moved until he was in front of Harry and wondered if it would be incredibly foolish to try and take away the other boy's wand. Barely had he finished the thought when Harry had grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. One arm across his chest holding him against the wall, the other held Harry's wand, pressed against Draco's throat.
"Nothing to worry about," Harry hissed. "Really? Just two little words. Do I need to remind you of them?" Draco mutely shook his head as much as he dared.
"How many times have you seen that little green light Malfoy? How many times have you had it aimed in your direction?" Harry's eyes were glowing in his anger and Draco felt a slight shiver of fear. The words penetrated his mind and he tried to answer the other boy. Harry dropped his wand and raised his hand to Draco's forehead. He felt the light touch of Harry's hand as it traced a slow lightning bolt shape above Draco's eye. "How many times have you felt it burn into YOUR skin?"
Harry dropped his arms, letting Draco free. "Don't tell me there is nothing to worry about down here when it is YOUR father that cast at least one of those very spells I have seen coming towards me." Harry scooped up his wand before turning back to the room.
"I am not sleeping in the middle of the room. You guys figure it out," he said. They could tell there was no arguing with the brunette. He turned and looked at the time and realized it was almost time for him to meet with Snape. He left the room and felt a wave of dizziness. He shook his head to clear his mind and made his way to his new head of house's office.
Harry wondered what the greasy git wanted with him so soon. Yell at him about something most likely. Accuse him of something, blame something that went wrong on him. Who knew?
Harry had followed Blaise up to the dorm room quietly. His back felt like it was on fire, his mind was spinning with everything that had happened so far this evening and frankly he was wondering how in the world he was expected to sleep in a room with people that had spent five years hating him and on some level conspiring to kill him. It was almost too much to think about and his brain felt like a fog was closing in on him.
He didn't even really notice when Blaise led him to a tank in the corner. A small and miserable looking snake was curled in the corner. She was shaking and barely looked up at him when he reached in and stroked her gently.
"Oh you poor thing," he said, not even noticing that he was speaking in Parsletongue. The snake lifted her head and looked at him curiously.
"You speak?" The snake was surprised out of her misery.
"Um, yeah. I...yeah. What's wrong?" He glanced around to see that Blaise was watching with concern for his snake and more than a little interest. Draco seemed to be ignoring everything. None of the others had come up to the room yet.
"Cold. Too cold down here," the snake answered with a slight shiver. "There isn't enough light and heat."
Harry gently reached into the cage and picked up the snake. He wrapped her around his wrist and felt the cool skin of the snake against his over-warm arm. "Is that better?" He asked. The snake shifted slightly as if to get closer and nodded her head before settling down slightly.
Harry looked up at Blaise with a slight smile. "Um, she is really cold. I don't think the heating charms work right. Either that or they need to be stronger. Also she says it is too dark. She wants more light."
Blaise looked at Harry thoughtfully. He was busy trying to figure out how to warm his snake up if the heating charms weren't working right. The snake seemed to be sleeping comfortably curled against Harry's wrist.
"Muggles have a heating stone. It runs on electricity but I would imagine you could do the same with magic. Instead of just trying to cast the heating charm on the whole cage, just do it on the stone. You could get it a bit stronger and she can curl up on or around the stone as she needs it," Harry suggested. He was a bit hesitent about bringing up Muggle ideas in the house that hated Muggles but Blaise seemed to be taking his idea into consideration.
The two boys worked with the stone, trying various levels of heat to make it strong enough, but not so strong it would burn the snake. Neither noticed when Draco left the room. They were just getting the snake settled back in and Harry had finished explaining the stone to her when Draco re-entered with Crabbe and Goyle following behind.
"Potter! Snape wants to see you in his office at 8:30," Draco didn't even stop on his way to his own bed in the far corner. Harry watched warily as the three boys filed past him.
Suddenly he realized that he didn't know where his own bed was, or where his stuff was. He looked around the room and spotted his bed, in the center of the room. His eyes widened. To the right of his bed was three beds that looked like they were occupied by Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. To the left was two beds, one was Blaise and the other was...Harry thought hard wondering who the other Slytherin was before he remembered, Nott.
"Whoa! No way in hell! This is not going to work," Harry exclaimed.
"What are you on about Potter?" Draco asked with confusion.
"There is no way in hell I am sleeping there. Surrounded by you lot. I prefer to wake up alive in the morning thank you very much," Harry was sputtering with shock and anger.
"I hope you realize that didn't make much sense Potter," said Draco wryly.
"I don't care. I am not sleeping THERE," Harry was working up a good bit of anger. He didn't even noticed that Blaise was reaching for him until he felt the sharp pain in his shoulder. He jerked away from the other boy and held his wand out. He moved until he was backed almost against the other wall.
Draco motioned to Crabbe and Goyle to stay put and slowly lay his own wand on his bed and moved away. Blaise followed his lead and the four boys moved together to the center of the room.
"Potter, weren't you listening to Snape earlier! We protect our own here. We are not going to harm you while you live down here. For Merlin's sake, put away your wand!" Draco started to move slightly towards the other boy.
Harry wasn't sure what was going on. It was too much to take in. Snape wanted to see him, he was living in the dungeons, he didn't know how Hermione and Ron were taking everything and now he was expected to sleep surrounded by ...NO he wasn't going to do this.
Draco seemed to realize that Harry was slowly breaking down. The evening was catching up with him and in a very bad way. Slowly, he made his way towards the other boy, not breaking eye contact and trying to bite back the scathing words that were just itching to come out.
"Harry," idly he wondered what instinct told him not to call him Potter. "Harry, we aren't going to harm you down here. We aren't about to turn you over to the Dark Lord. There really is nothing to worry about here."
Draco had moved until he was in front of Harry and wondered if it would be incredibly foolish to try and take away the other boy's wand. Barely had he finished the thought when Harry had grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. One arm across his chest holding him against the wall, the other held Harry's wand, pressed against Draco's throat.
"Nothing to worry about," Harry hissed. "Really? Just two little words. Do I need to remind you of them?" Draco mutely shook his head as much as he dared.
"How many times have you seen that little green light Malfoy? How many times have you had it aimed in your direction?" Harry's eyes were glowing in his anger and Draco felt a slight shiver of fear. The words penetrated his mind and he tried to answer the other boy. Harry dropped his wand and raised his hand to Draco's forehead. He felt the light touch of Harry's hand as it traced a slow lightning bolt shape above Draco's eye. "How many times have you felt it burn into YOUR skin?"
Harry dropped his arms, letting Draco free. "Don't tell me there is nothing to worry about down here when it is YOUR father that cast at least one of those very spells I have seen coming towards me." Harry scooped up his wand before turning back to the room.
"I am not sleeping in the middle of the room. You guys figure it out," he said. They could tell there was no arguing with the brunette. He turned and looked at the time and realized it was almost time for him to meet with Snape. He left the room and felt a wave of dizziness. He shook his head to clear his mind and made his way to his new head of house's office.
Harry wondered what the greasy git wanted with him so soon. Yell at him about something most likely. Accuse him of something, blame something that went wrong on him. Who knew?