Spell Master

Babychan

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Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 25/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Warning: Mention of non-con HP/SB

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. .

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever. .

A.N.: I would like to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means sooooooo very much. Thank you!!!

Spell Master


Hermione Granger would never call herself ‘nosey.’ No, that word sounded too much like the busybody everyone accused her of being. Inquisitive. Yes that would the *perfect* description she would apply to herself. Inquisitive

Ah yes.

Inquisitive.

And it was her inquisitiveness, *not* her nosiness, mind you, which made her notice a dirty looking, oddly shaped bottle, which was sitting on the middle of that amorous coffee table. It wasn’t that she was *looking* for anything suspicious.

I mean really.

Suspicious?

In Malfoy’s room?

No, of course not. She was just looking around because there was really nothing else for her to do, *except* look around and wait.
And wait…

And wait…

Because whatever Malfoy was doing, in his bedroom, with Harry, was taking an awfully long time.

It wasn’t like she was trying to catalogue anything. Like how many *restricted* dark art books, and artifacts, Malfoy actually had in his possession. No, she was just looking around, passing the time. She didn’t care that at last count, the young Malfoy had at least 107 identical books which were in the Restricted Section. Three dozen of which she had been dieing to get her hands on.

No, she didn’t care at all.

She was above that.

Okay…

She did care.

And she was LIVID! Positively livid!!

She wanted to demand answers, from Dumbledore, to why he allowed Malfoy –of all abominable creatures – to have so many illegal books!

However, she wasn’t completely sure if they were *really* illegal. She just assumed that they were, seeing how their identicals were located in the *Restricted* Section.

Nevertheless, the fact of the matter was that Malfoy had them, and she did NOT!! She couldn’t even get a pass to view them!

Which in her opinion, was grossly unfair.

Hermione glowered at the bookcases, for she was sure that this liberty, toward Malfoy, was due to Snape’s intervention. Just like Malfoy getting the teacher’s position. She then shifted her focus toward the Headmaster, because it was his fault too! *He* allowed all of these injustices.

Unfortunately, for her, Dumbledore was so lost in his own thoughts that he paid her no mind.

So Hermione, reluctantly, returned her focus toward the room and the knickknacks and tomes therein.

Again, her observations –and mental list of the room’s content– weren’t due to her suspicions about the Head Boy’s intent. Oh no, of *course* not! Hermione Granger would *never* have some sort of petty, bigoted notion that Malfoy was up to some evil doing.

Because really…

*Malfoy*

Evil doing?

He only lied about not knowing where Harry was.

Then to mention that the sneaky arse bastard also set off the dark arts alarm, *twice* in less than hour.

He had a *monster* as his familiar, and

The vindictive arsehole was also a devout follower of an unknown *demonic* religion and had a pentagram on his floor, which just so happened to be a gateway to hell.

Hell, mind you HELL!!

And in Hermione’s educated opinion…

That was just wrong.

And this was just what she learned about him *today.*

She wasn’t even going to mention the past six years worth of maliciousness that Draco Malfoy was infamous for.

Ahem.

Like being the son of a prominent DEATH EATER –and despite what the Daily Prophet denied, she knew this for a *fact*, mind you

And the almost financial ruin of the Weasley’s and buying up their precious heirlooms

The murder of Sirius Black

The burning down of the Oford-Compt castle

And the summoning of fire pixies and starting the fire, in the Great Hall, at the End of the Years banquet. Which almost killed them all.

And last but *definitely* not least

The ruining her of chances at *ever* getting into Mediwitch School!

But no, she wasn’t going to mention *that*.

So she shifted her thoughts away from those horrible memories and mentally reminded herself that if Draco Malfoy *did* do something horrible to Harry, then Dumbledore would make sure that the evil little bastard would end up in Azkaban.

She was *almost* positive of it.

So…. just to make sure.

Hermione shifted her attention toward the Headmaster, again, and called softly. “Sir?” She wanted to know, for the nth time, if there was something he could *do.* The last time they heard Harry, he was screaming. She was worried of what was happening to him and her fears were only doubled since Malfoy put up his privacy spell, because now they couldn’t hear *anything* that was going on in the next room! Then add that with the fact that they still couldn’t get past the caryatids, nor did they know who released all of that power!

It was bloody frustrating!

Unfortunately, the Headmaster didn’t appear to hear her. The older wizard’s gaze seemed inward and his brow was furrowed distressingly.

“Headmaster?” She tried again.

But her pleas were lost on him. The older wizard just kept pulling his beard downward, in worried strokes, as he kept murmurings something about “forgetting about the Prince of the Serpents.”

After hearing his ramblings, Granger’s eyes widened in alarm. She had a feeling something was wrong and that it had something to do with Malfoy. Everyone knew of the boy’s unofficial title. So that meant…if Dumbledore was worried then…

Something horrible must have happened to Harry!!

No.

She wasn’t even going to accept that as being a possibility because there was *no way* Dumbledore would just *sit here* and *allow* something bad to happen to Harry….

Would he?”

Hermione bit on her nails as she thought about her and Harry’s past adventures, Harry’s life with the Dursleys, and his last two years.

And now…She wasn’t sure.

Because the ‘all knowing’ Dumbledore had *allowed* a lot of things, which resulted in Harry ending up hurt.

No!

She shook her head, as if to banish those traitorous thoughts. She wasn’t going to sit here and second guess herself. Or her loyalties. No, of course not! She trusted the Headmaster! He was a Gryffindor for crying out loud!

It was just that seeing the infallible Headmaster so rattled made her feel really uncomfortable.

Distressed even.

And dare the young lioness admit it ….

Scared.

Therefore, she decided to think of something else and shifted her gaze toward Snape. It was only a quick glance. She didn’t want him to catch her looking at him. He’d probably accuse her of plotting something nasty then take House points away from Gryffindor for it. Which wouldn’t be good, seeing how Gryffindor was embarrassingly in the negative as it is.

Nevertheless, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed that Snape was still glaring at Lupin, and that he seemed irritated, and put-out, to the point of absolute frustration.

So all the same there, in Hermione’s opinion.

She didn’t dare return her gaze toward Remus. He was pacing, again, and it was making her nervous and edgy. And she was *already* nervous and edgy and worried about Harry. However, the last time she glanced at the DADA professor, he looked mad enough to either hex Malfoy for lying to them about Harry, or strangle the boy for locking them out of his bedroom.

A Slytherin worthy smirk graced her mouth.

Ohhh… She couldn’t *wait* for the blond git to come out. It would serve him right for making them worry like this. Maybe –she thought– if she was lucky, Lupin would be mad enough to turn Malfoy into a ferret again. Or better yet, something worse.

Reveling in that happy thought, she returned her observations toward the bookshelves. But out of their own violation, her eyes, were once again, drawn to that dirty, peculiarly shaped bottle on the table. She couldn’t help but notice it.

The very fact that it was *there* seemed very odd to her. Every thing else, in the entire room, looked meticulously place. And except for the pentagram on the floor, everything else seemed clean, to the point of being obsessively anal.

So why did Malfoy have that dirty little bottle?

And why did he display it in the middle of his room?”

There *had* to be a reason for it.

And this is where Hermione became *inquisitive*

And *not* nosey.

She gave everyone one last quick glance and was pleased to find that they were all still lost in their own thoughts. She then, cautiously, leaned forward and picked up the bottle.

It was her *inquisitiveness* which kept her from dropping the bottle after she felt the sharp and acute pain of a hex hitting her hand. When she looked at her palm, she noticed that it was glowing red.

A red handed spell.

She might as well had a scarlet letter on her chest because red handed spells–which had no counter charms– usually lasted for about a week, to warn people that the culprit was a thief.

A THEIF!!!

Oh she was seething now!

How dare Malfoy –Malfoy of all devious creatures– brand *her* as a thief!

How dare he!!

She was Hermione Granger!

The smartest girl in their year!

She was the Head Girl!

And now, because of Malfoy, everyone was going to think that she stole things!!

Sure, she stole things *sometimes*… but it was always for a *good* purpose, she mentally justified.

Moreover, she wasn’t stealing this time… she was just looking!

With that in mind, she continued to pick up the bottle and inspect it closer. She reasoned that if she was going to get labeled, she might as well make it worth it. However, it was more than that. She couldn’t *stop* herself from looking. It was almost like she was being drawn to it.

On closer inspection, Hermione realized that the odd shaped bottle truly was beautiful. It was a shame that it was half covered in dirt, for it looked like a smeared prism of metallic colors. Almost like an amalgamation of melted jewels. There was also a little bit of writing engraved on it.

But…

She brought it closer to her face.

And she still couldn’t make out what it said. The dirt was in the way.

Hermione was just about to use her other hand, to rub the offending dirt away, when she heard a cultured sneer.

“~What~ are you doing?”

Granger yelped in surprise then hid her hand, and the bottle, behind her back. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

Severus stared her straight in eyes. Pinning her there with a hard look, searching silently for the truth, with a skill he mastered long ago, and after he found what he was looking for, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. “You know Ms. Granger, you truly are an idiot.”

That remark got everyone’s attention.

“You…” He began, as he elegantly stood up. “You impudent little wench, Need to put that down. Put it down *now*, and put it down *very* carefully.”

“Snape!” Lupin growled as he whirled around to face them. “Why do you always have to be so insult---Where did you *get* that!” He yelled at Hermione in distress. From his position, Remus was at a better angle to see what Granger hid behind her back, and he almost had an heart attack once he noticed what it was.

Caught, she had no other choice than to confess. “I was just looking…” She pleaded guiltily, as she frantically shifted her gaze between the two men. “I wasn’t trying to steal it, or anything. I promise…” She brought the bottle forth and held it toward the Headmaster. “It was just *sitting* there… on the coffee table.” She gestured toward said table. “I just wanted a better look at it.”

When Dumbledore saw what she held, the older wizard’s eyes widened in alarm. However, what was most surprising, to the girl, was that the Headmaster was hesitant to take it. Instead, he reached into his robes, pulled out his wand and floated the bottle back onto the table.

Immediately after she let it go, it transformed itself into the crystal vase with a single narcissus flower in it.

“Why does the young Malfoy have a genie’s bottle?” Dumbledore asked Snape, worriedly. It seemed that the more he stayed in this room, the more he realized that it was a *very* dangerous place. A very dangerous place indeed.

Shocked obsidian eyes stared at the innocent looking vase, in horror. “It’s a conversation piece.” He lied dismissively. Though truthfully, Snape had NO IDEA Draco owned such dangerous item. Idly, he remembered the boy receiving the vase and flower as a birthday gift this summer but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember who the idiot was, who gave it to Draco. Once he remembered though, Severus was going to hex the hell out of that person. Because really, WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WERE THEY THINKING!!!!

In a feat that didn’t seem possible, blue eyes became even wider behind waning shaped glasses. “A conversation piece?”

“Yes.” Snape almost bellowed, because his patience was at an end. Headmaster or not, this had been a horrible day for the Potions Master and his temper was starting to reflect it. “And *you* allowed it!” He assumed in a know-it-all sort of away.

“I… did?” Dumbledore asked dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that he would allow such a perilous item in the school; however, he didn’t’ remember about the caryatides either. So maybe he *did* give permission. Apparently, Narcissa had more of an affect on him than he realized.

“Yes, *you* did.” Snape firmly reasserted. He was lucky that the older wizard did not remember any of the floor plans he discussed with Narcissa because he wasn’t sure if his wife mentioned it or not.

“That’s a genie’s bottle?” Hermione cried out, while pointing at it. “Why does Malfoy even own one? Why did he even bring it here? They’re illegal, right? I am pretty sure that they are illegal!” Even though she said this, her inquisitive mind wanted more time to inspect it. Part of her even wanted to rub it, just to see what would happen.

“They’re not illegal to *own.*” Snape informed as he gave her a hard look. He had a feeling of what she was hinting at. It was no secret that Granger, like most of the Gryffindors, wanted to see all the Malfoys rotting away in Azkaban. “They are illegal to *use* Which was exactly what *you* were about do. So the only *crime* here would have been the one *you* were about to commit.”

“I- I- I wasn’t…” Hermione gave the headmaster a beseeching look. “I wasn’t...I promise. I wasn’t going to *use* it. I was just curious… to what it said. I didn’t even know what it was!”

Dumbledore gently took Hermione by the chin and looked into her eyes. They were dilated from the subtle enticement trance which attracted people to genie bottles. “I believe you.” He assured softly. “A genie’s spell is faint but strong. There would have been no way to know what was happening.”

Hell, *he* didn’t even know what was going on and he was sitting right next to the girl. Moreover, he didn’t even know that the vase *was* a disguised genies bottle, in the first place!

“But why did it call on *me*?” She asked completely distressed. “I read that they only hone onto persons who have strong desires to attain something unattainable.” She then glanced at Snape as if *he* should have been the one spellbound.

“You just answered your own question, Miss Granger.” Snape replied icily, for he caught her look. “Now, I would advice you to go to the infirmary before you are *enticed* even more by the bottle.”

“I wasn’t enticed!” She denied in an almost sob. “I- I was just curious to what it said!”

“As I said…Enticed.”

“I wasn’t *enticed*!”She repeated, loudly, and angrily, this time. “I don’t even *want* anything! I am perfectly content the way I am!”

“Riiight…” Snape drawled disbelievingly as he rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. When she still refused to move, he glared down at her with superior agitation.

“Hermione.” Lupin called softly, and redirected her attention. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but Professor Snape is right. You need to go to the infirmary.” He was also trying to calm Severus down. He could tell that the raven-haired man was about 30 seconds away from taking House points away, for her insolence.

“But I am okay!” She assured, in a whine, as she gestured wildly and fidgeted in her seat. “I don’t even *want* look at that dirty little bottle anymore!”

In unison, the three men glanced at the vase. And that was all they saw. A crystal vase, with a single flower in it. Therefore, the very fact that she could *still* see the bottle for what it was, meant that she was still being entranced.

“Hermione…” Lupin pressed on, in a patient tone, as he sat beside the girl. “You must understand how serious this is. Once a genie has fully caught their prey, the bind of their spell is almost unbreakable…well…at least until the first wish is spoken, but by then…” He sighed solemnly. “It’s too late to save the victim.”

She nodded, for she remembered reading something about this. Though she never thought it would happen to her. Ron maybe, but not her. Never her.

“But right now,” He continued. “We have the opportunity to break the spell, but you *must* go now. Genies are extremely treacherous because they are elemental creatures with more powers than anyone can fathom. They never let go of their victim, once they have ensnared their prey.”

“Figures Malfoy would have one.” She grumbled, already resigning to the fact that she wouldn’t be here when Harry came out. She then shifted her attention toward the Headmaster. “If they’re so dangerous, why is *he* allowed to have one?”

“Because, unlike *you* he understands their dangers.” Snape volunteered snidely. “Draco understands that because they are bound into servitude, they are extremely dangerous and volatile creatures. *He* understands that no wish is without its cost and that the cost would be too high. So unlike you, *he* is not tempted.”

Granger fumed.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes as he swished a charm over the bottle. It shined blue then orange. “Ahh…just as I suspected.” He then scooted closer to the girl. “You see this, Miss Granger? Do you see how it shines?” He gave her a warm smile after she gave him a solemn nod. “It turns out that the young Malfoy was not affected by it because it’s charmed not to affect purebloods.”

Or those who had enough power running through their veins to be considered pure. Or at least, pure enough. But he didn’t say that. She’d probably take it as an insult.

“Once you let it go, Hermione,” Lupin volunteered with more calm than he actually felt. “It looked like a crystal vase to me… It was only after you picked it up did I see what it truly was. So like the rest of us, Malfoy probably didn’t see it either.”

Hermione smiled at that, for she felt so MUCH better. She would hate to think that Draco *Malfoy* had a better reign on his desires than her.

“I doubt it had anything to do with his *restraint*.” Lupin continued. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even know he owned it.” He shifted his gaze toward Serverus and arched a brow. It was a challenge for him to contest his statement.

“With that being said…” Dumbledore announced loudly, and before Snape took up the challenge. “Let’s get you to Madame Pomfrey, young lady.” He stood up, then held his hand out toward Hermione.

She timidly took it and resigned. “Oh…okay..” However, it wasn’t until they had reached the vestibule did she remember and yell out.

“Wait!” Hermione had just realized that who was taking her “Aren’t you going to wait for Harry?” She asked while turning around, to face the Headmaster.

“Ahh… no.” Dumbledore answered weakly. He then started to nervously tug on his beard.

“Why not?” She protested. “I think something *horrible* happened to him.” She made to go back into the room. “We all heard him scream! I really think you, of all people, should stay!”

“Harry is fine, of this, I am certain.” Dumbledore assured a bit more sternly than he meant to.

“But…”

“No buts, Miss Granger,” The older wizard interrupted, though this time with more –forced– patience. “I assure you that even if you distrust the ministrations of the young Malfoy, Harry is in the capable hands of Professor Lupin and Professor Snape. They won’t allow any harm to come to him.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“But as for you, young lady…” He continued. “I am more worried about the pull the genie has on you. I would hate for it to call on you, in the future, and trick you into rubbing it. You know, once they are free, they do not take no for an answer and the usual payment for a wish, is one’s own life and soul.

That got her moving, out of the room, a bit more quickly. “Then I’ll go….but you stay here. Harry needs you!”

“I’m not so sure about that…He is a big boy, and a competent wizard.” The Headmaster affirmed with a knowing wink, he then gently started to push her up the steps. “Instead, I think I’ll personally make sure you make it to the infirmary. Genies, you know, are no laughing matter.”

“But Harry…” She tried again.

“Mind the fifth step, Miss Granger.”

“What?....Oh! Yes of course.”

“Harry is fine.” Dumbledore assured after they both successfully eluded the cursed step. “And as dangerous as Malfoy’s room definitely *is* I’m sure that Harry is fine. He’s not the Boy-Who-Lived for nothing, you know.”

“I guess you’re right.” She grumbled as she reluctantly made her way up the final steps. “But I really wanted to be here for him…this time. I wanted him to *know* that I was here.” Oh yes, she wanted to make amends any way she could.

Perhaps, she will get another chance later.

She hoped.

On the other hand, the last thing Dumbledore wanted was for Harry to know that he was there. Unlike the rest of them, he had *seen* that one stray picture under the adjacent couch. It was a picture of Lily Evan as the Slytherin Head Girl. The Headmaster had a bad feeling of what would happen if Harry caught him here.

Harry looked so betrayed when he put him in Slytherin that night. And after Albus *finally* told him about Musagets, his emerald eyes looked so… disappointed in him.

It was heartbreaking.

And now….Apparently the young Malfoy had showed Harry about the *other* half of his legacy.

The Headmaster had wanted to be the one…

He shook his head in regret. He should have told Harry that night. But he just couldn’t bare to see that hurt in the boy’s eyes, anymore.

However… he didn’t expect Harry to find out about his mother so *soon*.

He also didn’t expect for Harry’s integration, into Slytherin, to go so smoothly.

Not that he wanted Harry to have a hard time…

It’s just that he expected more resistance and mischief from Draco and his ‘court’.

He *expected* for Harry to come to him, and after he quelled the riotous snakes. He would once again be Harry’s *savior*

Just like he was with the Dursleys.

But it didn’t happen.

The young Malfoy didn’t allow it.

Which was *completely* unexpected.

Because everyone, and their mother, knew that Draco Malfoy HATED Harry Potter with a passion which rivaled a thousand suns.

So why was the boy acting off the script and ruining all of his hard thought out plans?

What *were* the Malfoy’s up to?

Because Albus knew that it couldn’t just be Draco’s idea.

Therefore, Albus needed to get away and rethink all his plans. Because…as of right now, all his years of careful planning were going down the drain.

tbc

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Oh I know, the confrontation scene…. It’s coming. I promise. ^_~ I honestly thought it would be in this chapter, though, but I made a few changes. Okay ~a lot~ of changes because I wanted to explain a few things. Like the power of persuasion of a Veela. ^_~ and also why I think Dumbledore would get off way too easy if Harry just yelled at him.

Don’t ya agree? ^_~

And don’t you just ~love~ the way Dumbledore just LEFT Remus to deal with Harry’s ire.

(Shakes head) All I am saying is don’t trust the Bumblebee. ^_~

The next chapter should be out in a few days. I have homework and stuff but I’ll try to get it out, since it is mostly done. ^_^

I want to thank everyone who has dropped by my fic and everyone who has reviewed and will review. Thank you soooooooooooooo much!!!!! It makes writing worth it.

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