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Thumb Twister
A/N: I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!! I haven’t updated in FUCKIN’ FOREVER!! I FEEL SOOOOOOOOOOO BAD! I’ve had a lot of family crap and have really only had time [& energy] for reading fics not writing them. And now this is a REALLY SHORT chapter, which I know isn’t all that satisfying and this one’s hardly even good, but… yeah… I hope you like it any way.
I’m a little impatient to get to Hogwarts so let us fast forward a little bit.
Sooooooooo… ON WITH THE STORY!
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Chapter Two: Thumb Twister
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The sky is dark, the night is clear, the true vastness of the valley is not lost on the boy who at the moment feels oh-so small. Any pain he may have felt moments ago seems long since gone… for now.
Who is he to say he’s suffered?
His gaze looses focus, his eyes glaze over, his thoughts spinning. A deep horn sounds softly from the distance bringing him quickly back to reality. Smoke… a thin cloud of moving smoke rising from the trees… heading towards… Hogsmead? Of course, how could he have forgotten? Today is September 1st; the students return today.
A deep sigh, “Perfect… Just what I want… more criticism from hideous peons.”
Silently he watches the smoke make its way towards where he knows the station to be, hugging his knees tightly against the evening chill as he does.
This is it; they day they all come… the day he returns.
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HOGWART’S GREAT HALL | THE OPENING FEAST
“Welcome students!...” that’s about all that Harry plans on registering of McGonagall’s speech. He has better things to think about; like that he’s going to be spending the next month [at least] in the company of his hated school rival, Draco Malfoy, for twenty-four hours of every day!! Seriously! He may be the Boy-Who-Lived and whatever, but does that really mean he’s the most qualified person to help protect the Malfoy twit?
… Okay maybe it does, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it Goddamn it!!
Plus it’s doubley hard to concentrate when the damn woman’s previous words keep ringing through his skull.
- - - - - - - - - - earlier on the Hogwarts Express - - - - - - - - -
“Wait… so I can choose?” Harry stared with unbridled joy at his new Headmistress. “I don’t have to baby sit Malfoy?”
McGonagall nodded her head slightly in response, “Yes, after a month you may choose whether or not to continue escorting Lord Malfoy.”
Harry’s joy came to a halt...wait… that’s not right… “Why do you keep calling him Lord Malfoy? What about Lucius?”
McGonagall took a sip of tea, obviously using it to stall for more time, “Early this morning, Lucius Malfoy … passed.” She was holding back; there was something she wasn’t telling him.
“How?” Harry rudely pushed, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I believe we’ve strayed from the point of this meeting.” Translation: No more questions you nosy prat! “You must escort him for the first month, after that you have the choice as to whether or not you will continue. So, for the duration of your new duty the two of you shall be sharing private quarters and you will have the same schedule.
“You must eat together, go to the library together, even so far as into the bathroom together, though obviously not into the same stall,” she added quickly to get Harry to put his eyes back in his face. “If he wants to get up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchens to get a glass of milk, you will go with him. It is by the way against the rules for you to go to the kitchens.
“You will have the benefit of having your own kitchen as well as access to the prefects’ bathroom. You will have to accompany him on his rounds as well as to any detentions he might receive just as he must accompany you if you get detention. Should you or he have to go to the Hospital Wing, you will both go. I believe I’ve made my point.” She took another sip of her tea completely ignoring Harry’s face of disbelief and disgust.
Harry snapped out of his trance as he was handed a piece of paper… no, a map. It was a map of, “The third floor? Isn’t that forbidden?”
“Only to first years.” She answered absently taking a sip of tea. “Any more questions?”
“Yeah… How am I supposed to do any research with him around?” with the emphasis on that one word, Harry hoped she would fully understand.
“Well, actually I feel that is an added benefit. He may be able to supply you with plenty of useful information.”
“How is that? Why would Malfoy want to help me with anything?” Harry asked skeptically.
“He’s a smart boy, he knows a lot. As to getting him to cooperate with you that’s up to you.” She very gracefully took another sip of tea. The conversation was over… he left without a parting
word.
- - - - - - - - - - back to dinner - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
… Bloody wench!!! How am I going to do any research around that prat?... ‘He can supply you with useful information, Harry’ BULLSHITE!!... That stupid spoiled prat would NEVER help me!!...
Harry grinds his face into his arms as he attempts to sleep on the table top while still sitting on the bench. Ron and Hermione both can’t stand to see their best friend in such a state of self-pity. I mean REALLY!! After a while it gets rather annoying.
“How long does he plan on keeping this up?” Ron whispers behind his palm to Hermione.
“Dunno… probably won’t cheer up ‘til he can get away from Malfoy.” Hermione replies bored, not even bothering to lower her voice. It’s not like Harry is listening.
Fuck you Hermione… Well, maybe he is listening after all. She’d be bitchy too if she was forced to spend as much time as I’m gonna have to with Malferret!
“OW!” Harry sits up quickly at the sharp pain that is now radiating through his skull. “Who threw that?” Harry orders looking between his two friends.
“I did.” Hermione’s face is indifferent; completely uncaring.
“Well why in the hell did you throw a bloody fork at my head?!”
“Listen to the announcements, they might help you out.” With that said, she turns her gaze to the front of the hall once again.
Growling, Harry reluctantly turns his gaze the same way. “What?” Why in the hell are they here?
McGonagall stands behind the podium, the strong echo of her voice commanding attention. “Now, let me introduce to you all your new Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions teachers,” with a wave of her arm she indicates the two people filling the recently empty seats at the head table, “George and Fred Weasley!”
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A/N: Told ya it’s short. Again, all apologies.
ZooArmy: my obsession with Germany comes from my sudden craving for German techno music which I’ve been listening to non-stop for about a week now. I highly suggest you and everyone listen to a lovely man who distributes his music under the name of Basshunter especially to DotA and Boten Anna. There’s that and I’m also of partial German dissent and wish to live there for a short while someday. There’s my immense interest in WWII as well. I’m also very obsessed with the Irish.
Night The Storyteller: All will be revealed in future chapters, and perhaps in this one… so go on and read! ^_^
Maizeysugah: You shall have more, scroll down and have your fill!
Maladicta: I’ve met quite a few prostitutes and no I’ve never bought one, but they really can’t be bothered with learning everyone’s name, so by calling everyone ‘Sweetie’, ‘Hon’, ‘Honey’, or ‘Darling’ they can make the person feel loved without having to take the time to learn their name. They may ask you, but a good majority of them will ignore it anyway… quite clever of them I think. ^_^
Lady_Diablo: [I love your pen-name by the way] I take a long time to finish chapters obviously, my apologies, but I have a little O.C.D. so I’m not likely to post unless I’m absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to make it better than it is.
shadowama: why thank you! ^_^ I’m hesitant to read the seventh one too, but my friend was so kind as to reserve and pay for one for me [I didn’t think to reserve one till Wednesday, I can be a little spacey sometimes and he knows it], so I feel obligated to read it… if Harry or Draco dies I’m gonna be uuber pissed.
thrnbrooke: I hope this doesn’t make it any less special for you, but McGonagall has chosen Harry not Malfoy. Sorry.
I’m a little impatient to get to Hogwarts so let us fast forward a little bit.
Sooooooooo… ON WITH THE STORY!
__________________________________________________
Chapter Two: Thumb Twister
__________________________________________________
The sky is dark, the night is clear, the true vastness of the valley is not lost on the boy who at the moment feels oh-so small. Any pain he may have felt moments ago seems long since gone… for now.
Who is he to say he’s suffered?
His gaze looses focus, his eyes glaze over, his thoughts spinning. A deep horn sounds softly from the distance bringing him quickly back to reality. Smoke… a thin cloud of moving smoke rising from the trees… heading towards… Hogsmead? Of course, how could he have forgotten? Today is September 1st; the students return today.
A deep sigh, “Perfect… Just what I want… more criticism from hideous peons.”
Silently he watches the smoke make its way towards where he knows the station to be, hugging his knees tightly against the evening chill as he does.
This is it; they day they all come… the day he returns.
____________tweaker-diddle-dee_______________________
HOGWART’S GREAT HALL | THE OPENING FEAST
“Welcome students!...” that’s about all that Harry plans on registering of McGonagall’s speech. He has better things to think about; like that he’s going to be spending the next month [at least] in the company of his hated school rival, Draco Malfoy, for twenty-four hours of every day!! Seriously! He may be the Boy-Who-Lived and whatever, but does that really mean he’s the most qualified person to help protect the Malfoy twit?
… Okay maybe it does, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it Goddamn it!!
Plus it’s doubley hard to concentrate when the damn woman’s previous words keep ringing through his skull.
- - - - - - - - - - earlier on the Hogwarts Express - - - - - - - - -
“Wait… so I can choose?” Harry stared with unbridled joy at his new Headmistress. “I don’t have to baby sit Malfoy?”
McGonagall nodded her head slightly in response, “Yes, after a month you may choose whether or not to continue escorting Lord Malfoy.”
Harry’s joy came to a halt...wait… that’s not right… “Why do you keep calling him Lord Malfoy? What about Lucius?”
McGonagall took a sip of tea, obviously using it to stall for more time, “Early this morning, Lucius Malfoy … passed.” She was holding back; there was something she wasn’t telling him.
“How?” Harry rudely pushed, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I believe we’ve strayed from the point of this meeting.” Translation: No more questions you nosy prat! “You must escort him for the first month, after that you have the choice as to whether or not you will continue. So, for the duration of your new duty the two of you shall be sharing private quarters and you will have the same schedule.
“You must eat together, go to the library together, even so far as into the bathroom together, though obviously not into the same stall,” she added quickly to get Harry to put his eyes back in his face. “If he wants to get up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchens to get a glass of milk, you will go with him. It is by the way against the rules for you to go to the kitchens.
“You will have the benefit of having your own kitchen as well as access to the prefects’ bathroom. You will have to accompany him on his rounds as well as to any detentions he might receive just as he must accompany you if you get detention. Should you or he have to go to the Hospital Wing, you will both go. I believe I’ve made my point.” She took another sip of her tea completely ignoring Harry’s face of disbelief and disgust.
Harry snapped out of his trance as he was handed a piece of paper… no, a map. It was a map of, “The third floor? Isn’t that forbidden?”
“Only to first years.” She answered absently taking a sip of tea. “Any more questions?”
“Yeah… How am I supposed to do any research with him around?” with the emphasis on that one word, Harry hoped she would fully understand.
“Well, actually I feel that is an added benefit. He may be able to supply you with plenty of useful information.”
“How is that? Why would Malfoy want to help me with anything?” Harry asked skeptically.
“He’s a smart boy, he knows a lot. As to getting him to cooperate with you that’s up to you.” She very gracefully took another sip of tea. The conversation was over… he left without a parting
word.
- - - - - - - - - - back to dinner - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
… Bloody wench!!! How am I going to do any research around that prat?... ‘He can supply you with useful information, Harry’ BULLSHITE!!... That stupid spoiled prat would NEVER help me!!...
Harry grinds his face into his arms as he attempts to sleep on the table top while still sitting on the bench. Ron and Hermione both can’t stand to see their best friend in such a state of self-pity. I mean REALLY!! After a while it gets rather annoying.
“How long does he plan on keeping this up?” Ron whispers behind his palm to Hermione.
“Dunno… probably won’t cheer up ‘til he can get away from Malfoy.” Hermione replies bored, not even bothering to lower her voice. It’s not like Harry is listening.
Fuck you Hermione… Well, maybe he is listening after all. She’d be bitchy too if she was forced to spend as much time as I’m gonna have to with Malferret!
“OW!” Harry sits up quickly at the sharp pain that is now radiating through his skull. “Who threw that?” Harry orders looking between his two friends.
“I did.” Hermione’s face is indifferent; completely uncaring.
“Well why in the hell did you throw a bloody fork at my head?!”
“Listen to the announcements, they might help you out.” With that said, she turns her gaze to the front of the hall once again.
Growling, Harry reluctantly turns his gaze the same way. “What?” Why in the hell are they here?
McGonagall stands behind the podium, the strong echo of her voice commanding attention. “Now, let me introduce to you all your new Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions teachers,” with a wave of her arm she indicates the two people filling the recently empty seats at the head table, “George and Fred Weasley!”
___________________huh?__________________________
A/N: Told ya it’s short. Again, all apologies.
ZooArmy: my obsession with Germany comes from my sudden craving for German techno music which I’ve been listening to non-stop for about a week now. I highly suggest you and everyone listen to a lovely man who distributes his music under the name of Basshunter especially to DotA and Boten Anna. There’s that and I’m also of partial German dissent and wish to live there for a short while someday. There’s my immense interest in WWII as well. I’m also very obsessed with the Irish.
Night The Storyteller: All will be revealed in future chapters, and perhaps in this one… so go on and read! ^_^
Maizeysugah: You shall have more, scroll down and have your fill!
Maladicta: I’ve met quite a few prostitutes and no I’ve never bought one, but they really can’t be bothered with learning everyone’s name, so by calling everyone ‘Sweetie’, ‘Hon’, ‘Honey’, or ‘Darling’ they can make the person feel loved without having to take the time to learn their name. They may ask you, but a good majority of them will ignore it anyway… quite clever of them I think. ^_^
Lady_Diablo: [I love your pen-name by the way] I take a long time to finish chapters obviously, my apologies, but I have a little O.C.D. so I’m not likely to post unless I’m absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to make it better than it is.
shadowama: why thank you! ^_^ I’m hesitant to read the seventh one too, but my friend was so kind as to reserve and pay for one for me [I didn’t think to reserve one till Wednesday, I can be a little spacey sometimes and he knows it], so I feel obligated to read it… if Harry or Draco dies I’m gonna be uuber pissed.
thrnbrooke: I hope this doesn’t make it any less special for you, but McGonagall has chosen Harry not Malfoy. Sorry.