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Bound In Secrets: One (EDITS)
**Just an EDIT SORRY!
***Sorry this took so long, had a bit of a slip up when I wrote this the first time… Thanks to ilke for the comment, it actually encouraged me to rewrite this chapter twice to try to keep Draco in character, and to slow down the story. And thank you Dreamweaver… it is really exciting to see people that have been on this site ages longer than me reading something that I wrote! It gives me the jollies!
Alright everyone, I’m trying to slow the progression of this story, sort of to keep people guessing, but I’m not that into angst so don’t think I wont resolve things soon enough!
Your reviews keep this story going, and let me know how my plot is received!
I have a beta! My dear friend ForeverAndADay has agreed to look over the first draft of my chapters… Yay! Thank you so much!
More exclamation points! !!! !!!
Love, 13Secrets!
~~~
Bound In Secrets: One
~~~
Leave it to her to hog the loo on the first day of classes. The shower had been running for quite a while now, steam flowing healthily from beneath the bathroom door.
Breakfast had already began and even though he’d stayed up rather late with Pansy and Blaise, the sleep he needed that morning had been given to him without hesitation. He never expected Granger to be a late sleeper, or one who had that much to do in her morning routine. In the shower.
It had become a bit of a tradition for the Silver Trio to gather in the Slytherin dormitories and converse, sizing up the First Years, reminiscing about their extravagant summers, and insulting their Golden counterpart. As per usual, Zabini had bounced to and fro between his villas in France, Italy, and his most recent development—Scotland. Pansy had confused them both by saying she’d spent her break in Toronto, and further baffled them by not explaining why she would pick such a place when she usually was off traipsing about Europe with some random bloke who rarely ever spoke English.
Draco had no such tales of grandeur, having spent his time away from school dealing with the wealth he had inherited, the properties he needed to manage, and running the family business—mixing numbers about and increasing the Malfoy fortune. Not to mention funding the defeat of the Dark Lord, passing out bales of money at the Order’s beck and call.
But in the end, most of that money was wasted as some secret “event” ended it all without a hitch.
No one really knew what caused Voldemort to literally expire and wear away before their eyes. Especially without the one prophesied to kill him actually present…
Thud! A loud clatter sounded from the bathroom, a few seconds followed and then the shower shut off. He heard a sharp gasp, perhaps at the cold air outside the stall, then the quick pittering of footsteps as she exited the lavatory.
“Finally,” Draco groaned.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
There’s Granger, where’s Malfoy? Blaise saw the Head Girl, not followed by his blond best friend as he’d expected.
“Tossin’ one off I bet, “ he joked to Vincent. After growing up with the boy cleverly known as the Prince of Slytherin, Blaise knew of the morning “fix” Draco divested in regularly. Instead of warming him up and cooling him down, the practice actually gave him a boost.
“Ya, probably. Can’t figure why though, livin’ next to her,” the pudgy faced boy responded, a sneer evident n his face as he nodded to the Gryffindor table.
“Nothing gets past blood,” Blaise replied, drawing his dark eyes down to his breakfast. He knew the truth in that statement as it had applied to both him and Draco their entire lives. That was a jar neither could put their hands on, or in…
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Mother will surely adore him. The wedding will surely be fantastic. And our children… The dreamy eyes of Hannah Abbott flickered with thoughts as she waited for her fellow Hufflepuff to arrive. Although she was early, she’d expected Justin Finch-Fletchley to follow his yearly precedent and arrive at least twenty minutes before their first lesson of the year.
And so she sat in an empty room, gazing into the miraculous space in front of her eyes, amazed by the future she’d dreamt up and placed before her—not magically, rather obsessively psychotically.
Her elbows rested on a packet of parchment. Ink dotted her fingers while it layered the pages with the name of her love in squiggles. In squiggles and in lines, in drawings and in animations…
Hannah Abbott-Fletchley…hm. Mrs. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Oh, Justin? Yes that’s my wizard… Her lips started moving silently, mouthing out the words running through her mind.
“Sorry I’m late, but it is still rather early,” the boy she’d already considered her betrothed interrupted.
The softly blonde-haired girl scrambled to tap her parchment with her wand, vanishing the evidence of her reverie before remarking snidely t him, “It’s about bloody time.”
“Please don’t be that way, I was simply held up.”
“No matter. Was it you who sent me that ghastly yellow stone?” She was clearly riled by the gesture.
“Yes, I thought you’d—”
“Like it? You thought I’d actually like such a thing? Have you seen my hair?” Hannah continued on listing off the reasons why he shouldn’t have sent the gift.
“Well then,” Justin was clearly upset by her outburst of disgust, but managed to package his feelings away to ask, “Where is it?”
She faltered for a bit before, “You didn’t think I’d wear that out in public did you? Of course, I had to hide it away in wardrobe.” Or place it under my pillow.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
He’s a bit more flushed than usual. Certainly nothing that I caused.
“Harry, are you feeling well?” the ginger-haired girl questioned softly. “You look rather…red.”
“Don’t worry, he’s not sick,” snickered Seamus from further down the table, garnering laughs from Dean, Neville, and quietly Ron.
“Oh,” she quipped quickly, “Well then I guess that’s better than being sick, so long as you’re thinking of me.”
“Ginny Weasley!” Hermione yelped, somehow in a whisper. Such a brazen statement was rare from her best friend.
“What? You don’t think Harry and I spent the summer all alone knitting do you?” Ginny quirked an eyebrow.
“Lay off that, wont you?” Ron said from beside Harry, a disgusted look coating his freckled facial features.
Hermione knew they had been doing a whole lot more than knitting. She kicked Harry’s foot under the table then sent him a look.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Someone’s late and someone’s pink, catch the bait it’s time to…think? rhymed Pansy Parkinson. She saw Draco Malfoy enter for breakfast just as the Gryffindor table rose to leave for their first lesson.
She grabbed a muffin, kissed Blaise absently on the cheek, and ushered over to the blond and snatching his sleeve. “Where were you this morning?”
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s still morning,” he responded, tugging the pastry from her hand and taking a bite. “What’s it to you, anyways?”
“Blaise is convinced you were busy pleasuring yourself in the shower…” she said smartly.
“He would normally be right, the bugger, but Granger took a ridiculous amount of time in the shower this morning herself.”
“It really is a shame that you have to spend your final year at Hogwarts living with that chit.” She said after a sigh. “We miss you down in the dungeons.”
“I’ll stay with you tonight, then.”
Pansy smiled her pleased smile. “Can’t wait.”
It should be a good night.
~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~
Now this is interesting… Pansy Parkinson was perched in a dark corner of the fifth floor corridor, a Disillusionment charm concealing her from the couple in front of her. How she found herself on this floor so late at night she didn’t know, but it definitely justified now by the Gryffindor sparring she came upon.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, I just…It just happened.” Harry looked nervous, nerve-wracked, nerve chewed, pounded, and spit out. His face was red, swollen with embarrassment and fear for what he was currently enduring, and how it would all play out. And how it would be in the end, after this conversation. It had been fine all summer, nothing had occurred before.
“You don’t have to do it, you know. You can...” the Head Girl stammered for words. “Just not do it.” She was trying to make this easier for him, clear the air now before it really got out of hand. This morning she had dealt with fine, a bit annoyed at how late she’d ended up for breakfast, but fine nevertheless. Malfoy could bugger off at that.
But what really got to her was how all day long, she knew something was going on, something she couldn’t control and somehow Harry could. And right now she was in such a state that she also had a sheen on her face, and was shifting her weight rapidly on her feet.
“Are you serious?” he looked at her as if she’d just spewed gibberish. “I have a girlfriend Hermione, we can’t just sit around talking.”
Her eyes darted back and forth between his eyes, and the floor, her feet and her hands. This would not do to well for her, not knowing what to say, or how to react to these…feelings. Especially when they are displaced over so many floors and corridors.
Hermione sighed, agreeing. He couldn’t possibly leave Ginny with little or no explanation. “You’re right, you can’t not do it.”
Harry nodded sharply, exhaling. This was going better than he thought, practically over before the real insanity even had to happen. “Right, then, are we done?”
“Not so fast.”
“What else, then? This is hard enough as it is.” They were friends, not…well they were soul mates. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
“Not in the mornings, and keep your hands to yourselves during the day,” she continued on. “I guess I can’t help what you do at night, but that’s it!”
“How bad is it Hermione, honestly?” Harry questioned accusingly, “You faired alright today, it seems.”
“How bad is it? I bruised my bum this morning in the shower, was panting during Ancient Runes, and I couldn’t keep my hands still in Potions. I can’t stand this Harry, and I expect to get some sleep tonight, so no funny business.” She was warning him, alerting him subtly to her condition. Even now she was still aroused from whatever he had been doing just after supper.
“And now? You look fine.” He began that statement certain, and although it was short, it ended in uncertainty. Something was up and he knew it.
“I am not fine! Do not disregard this as some sort of joke! Merlin, you can be so insensitive sometimes!” With that she pushed him aside and stormed off towards the Head Dormitories, hoping not to run into anyone on the way. “I’ll get you back for this, Harry.” She threw back at him from further down the hall.
Harry snorted, “Whatever, ‘Mione.” He departed in the opposite direction, and began his trek to the Gryffindor Tower.
Pansy unfolded herself from her position in the darkness, an incredulous look upon her face. Despite such a blatant display of…itchy confusion? She still couldn’t figure out what was actually going on between Boy Wonder and Granger. He’d looked so nervous, like he couldn’t believe he’d just revealed such a deep secret. She’d seemed like she was going to simply pool onto the floor.
I have got to get to those boys!
***Sorry this took so long, had a bit of a slip up when I wrote this the first time… Thanks to ilke for the comment, it actually encouraged me to rewrite this chapter twice to try to keep Draco in character, and to slow down the story. And thank you Dreamweaver… it is really exciting to see people that have been on this site ages longer than me reading something that I wrote! It gives me the jollies!
Alright everyone, I’m trying to slow the progression of this story, sort of to keep people guessing, but I’m not that into angst so don’t think I wont resolve things soon enough!
Your reviews keep this story going, and let me know how my plot is received!
I have a beta! My dear friend ForeverAndADay has agreed to look over the first draft of my chapters… Yay! Thank you so much!
More exclamation points! !!! !!!
Love, 13Secrets!
~~~
Bound In Secrets: One
~~~
Leave it to her to hog the loo on the first day of classes. The shower had been running for quite a while now, steam flowing healthily from beneath the bathroom door.
Breakfast had already began and even though he’d stayed up rather late with Pansy and Blaise, the sleep he needed that morning had been given to him without hesitation. He never expected Granger to be a late sleeper, or one who had that much to do in her morning routine. In the shower.
It had become a bit of a tradition for the Silver Trio to gather in the Slytherin dormitories and converse, sizing up the First Years, reminiscing about their extravagant summers, and insulting their Golden counterpart. As per usual, Zabini had bounced to and fro between his villas in France, Italy, and his most recent development—Scotland. Pansy had confused them both by saying she’d spent her break in Toronto, and further baffled them by not explaining why she would pick such a place when she usually was off traipsing about Europe with some random bloke who rarely ever spoke English.
Draco had no such tales of grandeur, having spent his time away from school dealing with the wealth he had inherited, the properties he needed to manage, and running the family business—mixing numbers about and increasing the Malfoy fortune. Not to mention funding the defeat of the Dark Lord, passing out bales of money at the Order’s beck and call.
But in the end, most of that money was wasted as some secret “event” ended it all without a hitch.
No one really knew what caused Voldemort to literally expire and wear away before their eyes. Especially without the one prophesied to kill him actually present…
Thud! A loud clatter sounded from the bathroom, a few seconds followed and then the shower shut off. He heard a sharp gasp, perhaps at the cold air outside the stall, then the quick pittering of footsteps as she exited the lavatory.
“Finally,” Draco groaned.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
There’s Granger, where’s Malfoy? Blaise saw the Head Girl, not followed by his blond best friend as he’d expected.
“Tossin’ one off I bet, “ he joked to Vincent. After growing up with the boy cleverly known as the Prince of Slytherin, Blaise knew of the morning “fix” Draco divested in regularly. Instead of warming him up and cooling him down, the practice actually gave him a boost.
“Ya, probably. Can’t figure why though, livin’ next to her,” the pudgy faced boy responded, a sneer evident n his face as he nodded to the Gryffindor table.
“Nothing gets past blood,” Blaise replied, drawing his dark eyes down to his breakfast. He knew the truth in that statement as it had applied to both him and Draco their entire lives. That was a jar neither could put their hands on, or in…
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Mother will surely adore him. The wedding will surely be fantastic. And our children… The dreamy eyes of Hannah Abbott flickered with thoughts as she waited for her fellow Hufflepuff to arrive. Although she was early, she’d expected Justin Finch-Fletchley to follow his yearly precedent and arrive at least twenty minutes before their first lesson of the year.
And so she sat in an empty room, gazing into the miraculous space in front of her eyes, amazed by the future she’d dreamt up and placed before her—not magically, rather obsessively psychotically.
Her elbows rested on a packet of parchment. Ink dotted her fingers while it layered the pages with the name of her love in squiggles. In squiggles and in lines, in drawings and in animations…
Hannah Abbott-Fletchley…hm. Mrs. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Oh, Justin? Yes that’s my wizard… Her lips started moving silently, mouthing out the words running through her mind.
“Sorry I’m late, but it is still rather early,” the boy she’d already considered her betrothed interrupted.
The softly blonde-haired girl scrambled to tap her parchment with her wand, vanishing the evidence of her reverie before remarking snidely t him, “It’s about bloody time.”
“Please don’t be that way, I was simply held up.”
“No matter. Was it you who sent me that ghastly yellow stone?” She was clearly riled by the gesture.
“Yes, I thought you’d—”
“Like it? You thought I’d actually like such a thing? Have you seen my hair?” Hannah continued on listing off the reasons why he shouldn’t have sent the gift.
“Well then,” Justin was clearly upset by her outburst of disgust, but managed to package his feelings away to ask, “Where is it?”
She faltered for a bit before, “You didn’t think I’d wear that out in public did you? Of course, I had to hide it away in wardrobe.” Or place it under my pillow.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
He’s a bit more flushed than usual. Certainly nothing that I caused.
“Harry, are you feeling well?” the ginger-haired girl questioned softly. “You look rather…red.”
“Don’t worry, he’s not sick,” snickered Seamus from further down the table, garnering laughs from Dean, Neville, and quietly Ron.
“Oh,” she quipped quickly, “Well then I guess that’s better than being sick, so long as you’re thinking of me.”
“Ginny Weasley!” Hermione yelped, somehow in a whisper. Such a brazen statement was rare from her best friend.
“What? You don’t think Harry and I spent the summer all alone knitting do you?” Ginny quirked an eyebrow.
“Lay off that, wont you?” Ron said from beside Harry, a disgusted look coating his freckled facial features.
Hermione knew they had been doing a whole lot more than knitting. She kicked Harry’s foot under the table then sent him a look.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Someone’s late and someone’s pink, catch the bait it’s time to…think? rhymed Pansy Parkinson. She saw Draco Malfoy enter for breakfast just as the Gryffindor table rose to leave for their first lesson.
She grabbed a muffin, kissed Blaise absently on the cheek, and ushered over to the blond and snatching his sleeve. “Where were you this morning?”
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s still morning,” he responded, tugging the pastry from her hand and taking a bite. “What’s it to you, anyways?”
“Blaise is convinced you were busy pleasuring yourself in the shower…” she said smartly.
“He would normally be right, the bugger, but Granger took a ridiculous amount of time in the shower this morning herself.”
“It really is a shame that you have to spend your final year at Hogwarts living with that chit.” She said after a sigh. “We miss you down in the dungeons.”
“I’ll stay with you tonight, then.”
Pansy smiled her pleased smile. “Can’t wait.”
It should be a good night.
~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~
Now this is interesting… Pansy Parkinson was perched in a dark corner of the fifth floor corridor, a Disillusionment charm concealing her from the couple in front of her. How she found herself on this floor so late at night she didn’t know, but it definitely justified now by the Gryffindor sparring she came upon.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, I just…It just happened.” Harry looked nervous, nerve-wracked, nerve chewed, pounded, and spit out. His face was red, swollen with embarrassment and fear for what he was currently enduring, and how it would all play out. And how it would be in the end, after this conversation. It had been fine all summer, nothing had occurred before.
“You don’t have to do it, you know. You can...” the Head Girl stammered for words. “Just not do it.” She was trying to make this easier for him, clear the air now before it really got out of hand. This morning she had dealt with fine, a bit annoyed at how late she’d ended up for breakfast, but fine nevertheless. Malfoy could bugger off at that.
But what really got to her was how all day long, she knew something was going on, something she couldn’t control and somehow Harry could. And right now she was in such a state that she also had a sheen on her face, and was shifting her weight rapidly on her feet.
“Are you serious?” he looked at her as if she’d just spewed gibberish. “I have a girlfriend Hermione, we can’t just sit around talking.”
Her eyes darted back and forth between his eyes, and the floor, her feet and her hands. This would not do to well for her, not knowing what to say, or how to react to these…feelings. Especially when they are displaced over so many floors and corridors.
Hermione sighed, agreeing. He couldn’t possibly leave Ginny with little or no explanation. “You’re right, you can’t not do it.”
Harry nodded sharply, exhaling. This was going better than he thought, practically over before the real insanity even had to happen. “Right, then, are we done?”
“Not so fast.”
“What else, then? This is hard enough as it is.” They were friends, not…well they were soul mates. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
“Not in the mornings, and keep your hands to yourselves during the day,” she continued on. “I guess I can’t help what you do at night, but that’s it!”
“How bad is it Hermione, honestly?” Harry questioned accusingly, “You faired alright today, it seems.”
“How bad is it? I bruised my bum this morning in the shower, was panting during Ancient Runes, and I couldn’t keep my hands still in Potions. I can’t stand this Harry, and I expect to get some sleep tonight, so no funny business.” She was warning him, alerting him subtly to her condition. Even now she was still aroused from whatever he had been doing just after supper.
“And now? You look fine.” He began that statement certain, and although it was short, it ended in uncertainty. Something was up and he knew it.
“I am not fine! Do not disregard this as some sort of joke! Merlin, you can be so insensitive sometimes!” With that she pushed him aside and stormed off towards the Head Dormitories, hoping not to run into anyone on the way. “I’ll get you back for this, Harry.” She threw back at him from further down the hall.
Harry snorted, “Whatever, ‘Mione.” He departed in the opposite direction, and began his trek to the Gryffindor Tower.
Pansy unfolded herself from her position in the darkness, an incredulous look upon her face. Despite such a blatant display of…itchy confusion? She still couldn’t figure out what was actually going on between Boy Wonder and Granger. He’d looked so nervous, like he couldn’t believe he’d just revealed such a deep secret. She’d seemed like she was going to simply pool onto the floor.
I have got to get to those boys!