The Consequences of Solutions
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
20,255
Reviews:
113
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Harry sat in the Common Room of the Gryffindor Tower, waiting for Hermione to return from the Girl’s area, since McGonagall had made it ABSOLUTLY clear that any boys found in the girls dormitory, or vice versa, would result in a most unpleasant punishment. And since one such “couple” had already demonstrated said punishment, nobody else saw fit to gain McGonagall’s wrath. Being sentanced to unplugging the clogs in the Hogwarts sewer system manually was nothing to be desired – especially when the use of magic for that feat was unavailable (McGonagall had spelled the young couple’s magic away temporarily, seeing as how she didn’t see it fitting that she accompany the teens and Mr. Filch through the sewers for their task).
Leaning back against the couch, Harry found that he was practically asleep before Hermione returned, holding a very old book in her hands. She plopped down beside him on the couch, smiling widly. “This,” she said, holding up the book proudly, “is a very old 13th century book about the history of relationships and spells, potions, and charms to help in various situations. I found it very interesting that…”
Harry zoned out. He was tired, a bit irritable, and anxious to find a usable solution to his problems. All he wanted was for that damned Malfoy to stop knocking him off his broom during the games. Not that he minded a little competion, it was just that Malfoy’s actions were bordering on psychotic.
Yes, Malfoy had to be stopped. Harry needed a plan. Just a little something to aliviate a bit of the annimosity between them…to allow him to get closer…become friends…maybe more? ‘NO!’ he told himself firmly, shaking his head to be rid of such thoughts. Harry wasn’t gay. Never could the Savior of the Wizarding world be gay. Other people could be gay. Hell, Albus Dumbledore would find an easier time of being gay. Besides, he would never admit it to himself, even if he WAS gay. ‘And I’m not” he told himself firmly.
Harry pulled himself together and interrupted Hermione for 4000th time in his time knowing her, which irritated Hermione to no end.
“It’s late. I’m tired. Can you get to the point?”
Hermione huffed to herself softly and brought herself out of what she saw as a very important and interesting history of relationships and into the point Harry wanted.
“This, Harry,” she said, opening the book to a specific page which had been bookmarked, “is the Redamo Rivalis spell. It requires a potion that is to be ingested also. Its goal is to change strong feelings of hate to more friendly feelings. It’s a very old and very powerful spell.” She finished, over-emphasizing the words in the manner she chose when trying to get something across to the brunette boy.
“Great!” Harry said excitedly, jumping up and reaching for the book. Hermione shook her head and clutched the book closer to her. “I can’t give you this book Harry, Dumbledore would KILL me. But what I can do is make you the potion and copy you the words to the spell.”
Harry nodded. He wasn’t the best in potion making anyhow. Better to let Hermione do it. “Ok Hermione. How soon can we get this done? Before the next Quiddich match, hopefully?” He asked, looking at the young witch with pleading eyes.
“Sure Harry, I’ll start on it tonight. It will be ready in about four days.”
“Hermione, you’re the greatest!” Harry exclaimed - waking Ron from the armchair in front of the Wizarding Chess board he had passed out in while waiting for Harry and Hermione to return from the library. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning.
“Why’s Hermione so great?” He asked Harry, earning a grin from the other boy and a heavy frown from Hermione.
“Why’s Hermione NOT great?” Harry asked, earning a confused stare from the tired Ron. “On that note, Goodnight Ron, Hermione.”
Harry turned his back and practically ran up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory, hoping to be asleep before Ron could ask him about what he and Hermione had been talking about. The last thing he needed was to tell Ron that he wanted to be friends with the “Ferret”.
Down in the Common Room, Hermione grinned to herself. It was just like Harry not to question the consequences of his actions. And just because she hadn’t had the CHANCE to tell him everything about the Redamo Rivalis didn’t mean she was a bad person, now did it? Besides, he wasn't even listening.
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Note: Redamo Rivalis is made up from Latin.
Leaning back against the couch, Harry found that he was practically asleep before Hermione returned, holding a very old book in her hands. She plopped down beside him on the couch, smiling widly. “This,” she said, holding up the book proudly, “is a very old 13th century book about the history of relationships and spells, potions, and charms to help in various situations. I found it very interesting that…”
Harry zoned out. He was tired, a bit irritable, and anxious to find a usable solution to his problems. All he wanted was for that damned Malfoy to stop knocking him off his broom during the games. Not that he minded a little competion, it was just that Malfoy’s actions were bordering on psychotic.
Yes, Malfoy had to be stopped. Harry needed a plan. Just a little something to aliviate a bit of the annimosity between them…to allow him to get closer…become friends…maybe more? ‘NO!’ he told himself firmly, shaking his head to be rid of such thoughts. Harry wasn’t gay. Never could the Savior of the Wizarding world be gay. Other people could be gay. Hell, Albus Dumbledore would find an easier time of being gay. Besides, he would never admit it to himself, even if he WAS gay. ‘And I’m not” he told himself firmly.
Harry pulled himself together and interrupted Hermione for 4000th time in his time knowing her, which irritated Hermione to no end.
“It’s late. I’m tired. Can you get to the point?”
Hermione huffed to herself softly and brought herself out of what she saw as a very important and interesting history of relationships and into the point Harry wanted.
“This, Harry,” she said, opening the book to a specific page which had been bookmarked, “is the Redamo Rivalis spell. It requires a potion that is to be ingested also. Its goal is to change strong feelings of hate to more friendly feelings. It’s a very old and very powerful spell.” She finished, over-emphasizing the words in the manner she chose when trying to get something across to the brunette boy.
“Great!” Harry said excitedly, jumping up and reaching for the book. Hermione shook her head and clutched the book closer to her. “I can’t give you this book Harry, Dumbledore would KILL me. But what I can do is make you the potion and copy you the words to the spell.”
Harry nodded. He wasn’t the best in potion making anyhow. Better to let Hermione do it. “Ok Hermione. How soon can we get this done? Before the next Quiddich match, hopefully?” He asked, looking at the young witch with pleading eyes.
“Sure Harry, I’ll start on it tonight. It will be ready in about four days.”
“Hermione, you’re the greatest!” Harry exclaimed - waking Ron from the armchair in front of the Wizarding Chess board he had passed out in while waiting for Harry and Hermione to return from the library. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning.
“Why’s Hermione so great?” He asked Harry, earning a grin from the other boy and a heavy frown from Hermione.
“Why’s Hermione NOT great?” Harry asked, earning a confused stare from the tired Ron. “On that note, Goodnight Ron, Hermione.”
Harry turned his back and practically ran up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory, hoping to be asleep before Ron could ask him about what he and Hermione had been talking about. The last thing he needed was to tell Ron that he wanted to be friends with the “Ferret”.
Down in the Common Room, Hermione grinned to herself. It was just like Harry not to question the consequences of his actions. And just because she hadn’t had the CHANCE to tell him everything about the Redamo Rivalis didn’t mean she was a bad person, now did it? Besides, he wasn't even listening.
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Note: Redamo Rivalis is made up from Latin.