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FS 3
FS Chapter 3
Walking as quietly as he could, Draco slipped through the trees in the Forbiddon Forest, glancing about from beneath his hood. The eerie silence of the forest did nothing to slow his pace, but made him clench his teeth and keep going.
A little ways behind him, Harry followed under his Invisibility cloak, as quiet as he could be. Where the hell is he going and why? he thought, narrowly avoiding a fall into a dip in the path. He narrowed his eyes and kept after him.
Moments later, the twang of an arrow hitting the ground in front of Draco stopped his pace. Hoof beats echoed near as Draco pulled the hood from his head as he came face to face with Firenze.
“What can I do for you, young Malfoy? Whatever brings you this deep into the woods must be urgent indeed. Perhaps I can help you, something within your heart drives you to seek guidance…”
Malfoy cleared his throat, a little taken aback by the centaur and took a breath. “I… I just need to speak to someone outside of it all, well for the most part at least. Um… it’s a personal matter but one you might be able to help me with.” Firenze nodded, and gestured for him to walk alongside him as they talked.
Harry was far enough to remain hidden but close enough to hear their conversation. He knew Firenze well, and knew he was aware of his presence but also knew he would never alert Draco to it.
After overhearing Draco explain his entire story to the centaur, Harry was beyond surprised. Ron’s name coming out of the Goblet of Fire last Halloween as a FIFTH contestant would have been less surprising then this. Malfoy, the bigoted self-righteous pompous ass, in LOVE with Hermione “the mudblood” Granger!!! It was unbelieveable! Unlikely!
Half him wanted to charge over to Malfoy and pummel him straight into his 7th year, but the other half understood as Dumbledore’s closest student that maybe this kind of love is worth encouraging. He stumbled backwards a bit turning around, and walked slowly back to the castle, letting it all sink in.
Firenze glanced in Harry’s direction briefly when Draco wasn’t looking, and hid a smile, as he was afraid to let him hear and have him over-react. Turning back to the task at hand, he smiled down at Draco.
“When I first laid eyes on you, young Malfoy, I thought your heart closed off and your eyes blind to all but what your upbringing has taught. But I see Dumbledore’s influence and guidance is affecting you in the way he had intended. Follow your heart, young one. The Dark Lord’s most powerful weapon is the lack and acknowledgement of love. Unlocking the door that divides your world and hers gives your kind and others around you the greatest defense against the darkness. Now that the evil has again revealed itself, I hope we have a chance. If you are confused, I repeat myself. Follow your heart and..." and he trailed off gazing at the stars.
Draco let his words settle in his mind, and sighed. Firenze broke his gaze from the night sky and back at the young wizard. “I must return to my duty and you to your bed. I hope my words have eased your hectic thoughts. I do hope we meet again.” Charging off, he left Draco standing and staring up through the trees at the nearly full moon.
~*~*~
Harry was deep in thought, sitting on a stump near Hagrid’s cabin, and like Draco he was also looking up at the moon. A small part of him wished he hadn’t followed Draco. \'I’ll never be able to play dumb about this,\' he thought. \'And just think, Ron is going to blow his top off!\'
~*~*~
Draco was just passing away from the forest when he looked to his right and spotted a figure sitting outside Hagrid’s hut. Curiosity fought his fatigue but lost to the latter, and he kept walking, still deep in thought.
Getting up and heading back as well, Harry spotted him many yards ahead, and fought the urge to run up to him. \'Leave it alone, Harry. Stay out of this one,\' he told himself, and took a roundabout way back to bed.
*~*~*
“HARRY! WAKE UP MATE!”
Startled from his conflicting dreams, Harry sat up, still in bed, the sun blazing through the window. Ron stood next to his head, a weird look on his face.
“You slept through breakfast and Transfiguration! I had to tell McGonagall you had some issues with your scar all night and barely slept. She’s mad as hell and told me to wake you now or we’ll both lose 20 points. What’s wrong, Harry? Was I right? Is your scar bothering you?” he asked, looking worried.
Harry took a breath. “Yeah… something like that…” and got out of bed, not looking at his best friend, hating himself he had to lie to him. While he got dressed, Ron chattered away, going on about missing Seamus turning Dean\'s hair into a bird\'s nest on accident.
“Hermione was worried too, you know.” Ron continued as Harry shook his robes out that had been rumpled on the floor beside his bed. “When I told her you were still asleep, she got all funny and stammered to let you sleep. What is with everyone?” He looked closer at Harry, who refused to meet his eyes. “Are you involved in this thing that she’s keeping a secret?” he inquired, gazing suspiciously at his best friend.
Laughing to the point where he was almost in tears and raising a surprised look from Ron, “Yeah ok Ron, I’m having sex with my best friend…” he replied sarcastically, “and we’ve been meaning to ask, would you wanna join?”
Ron’s face turned up in disgust and he looked away, but not before he heard the bite of humor in that remark. “Alright, alright, never mind. I should’ve known not to ask that. But now both of you are acting weird… I hate being left out.” He turned to look at Harry one more time before heading out. “Potions is in 15 minutes… you better hurry.”
Harry nodded, still off in space. He wandered to the window, looking out at the trees. \'Should I talk to Hermione? Of course she’ll be upset but I’m her friend, damn it. I told her I’d support whatever she wanted to do… even if that doing is Malfoy…\' He sighed, and headed to the dungeons.
When he entered and sat down next to Hermione, many eyes turned to him in curiosity. No one failed to note his absence at breakfast and Transfiguration, and like always, the whispers commenced. Hermione shot dirty looks at many of them and looked sideways at her friend. “I know Ron was lying to McGonagall about your scar giving you problems. Your face is always pale when that happens, and right now you have more color than normal. I’ll second what you told me yesterday. If there’s anything going on, you can trust me…” she whispered, suspicion and worry in her eyes.
Harry sighed, still arguing with himself on what to do. He relented on his first instinct. “Meet me at DA Headquarters after Dinner. We need to talk.” he muttered, glancing up at her briefly to catch her face paling. They snapped to attention as Snape entered the room with his usual slamming of the door, and class began.
They avoided each other all day, confusing the hell out of Ron even more. McGonagall stopped him after lunch as he was leaving the Great Hall. “Potter, whether or not I believe Mr. Weasley’s story on why you slept through my class is irrelevant to the fact that if you pull that again, you’ll be writing out my lessons every night as detention for the remainder of the year.” She glanced sharply at him. “Whatever it is bothering you, you may come to my office after classes if it’s needed.” She said quietly, and walked away. Pansy Parkinson and her little cackling group watched him from the stairs, snickering at him for getting a lecture. He glared at them, and took off outside, needing some air.
Harry paced the gardens for a while, trying to figure out how he was going to explain to Hermione that he knew her secret, and even harder was going to be explaining he didn’t hate her for it being Malfoy.
*~*~*
Somewhere nearby hidden behind the shrubbery, someone watched Harry pace, the eyes narrowing in thought. Those same eyes had seen the very thing he was pacing about, lost in thought. The eyes; belonging to a student in normal everyday Hogwarts robes with a bright red and gold tie, shifted away from Harry as they walked off.
*~*~*
Before going down to dinner, Hermione sped up to her dormitory to drop off her books and brush her hair. It was unusually windy when she left Herbology, and her hair that was normally bushy was almost completely to one side of her head. She caught her refection in the mirror by her bed and groaned. As she reached for her brush, she heard a movement behind her. Thinking it was Lavender, who often came to chat with Hermione since her and Ron’s unsuccessful relationship (if you’d call it one), she didn’t turn around but called out, “Hey Lavender, can you grab me the red ribbon I have tied to my bedpost?” She kept brushing her hair, and reached up when a hand thrust the ribbon near her face from behind. “Thanks, Lavender.” She said, and placed the ribbon in her mouth to hold it as she finished situating the part in her hair. Turning slightly, she realized whoever it was in the room was not Lavender, and froze. Moving as slow as she could, she turned more. Catching a glimpse of the person’s robe trailing off out the door, her heart skipped a beat. Who was that? Not Lavender, not Ginny… they’d have struck up a conversation as soon as I asked for the ribbon. She was left standing in front of the mirror, a red ribbon hanging loosely from her mouth, hair half parted and face pale, lost in bewilderment. "What the bloody hell..."
Walking as quietly as he could, Draco slipped through the trees in the Forbiddon Forest, glancing about from beneath his hood. The eerie silence of the forest did nothing to slow his pace, but made him clench his teeth and keep going.
A little ways behind him, Harry followed under his Invisibility cloak, as quiet as he could be. Where the hell is he going and why? he thought, narrowly avoiding a fall into a dip in the path. He narrowed his eyes and kept after him.
Moments later, the twang of an arrow hitting the ground in front of Draco stopped his pace. Hoof beats echoed near as Draco pulled the hood from his head as he came face to face with Firenze.
“What can I do for you, young Malfoy? Whatever brings you this deep into the woods must be urgent indeed. Perhaps I can help you, something within your heart drives you to seek guidance…”
Malfoy cleared his throat, a little taken aback by the centaur and took a breath. “I… I just need to speak to someone outside of it all, well for the most part at least. Um… it’s a personal matter but one you might be able to help me with.” Firenze nodded, and gestured for him to walk alongside him as they talked.
Harry was far enough to remain hidden but close enough to hear their conversation. He knew Firenze well, and knew he was aware of his presence but also knew he would never alert Draco to it.
After overhearing Draco explain his entire story to the centaur, Harry was beyond surprised. Ron’s name coming out of the Goblet of Fire last Halloween as a FIFTH contestant would have been less surprising then this. Malfoy, the bigoted self-righteous pompous ass, in LOVE with Hermione “the mudblood” Granger!!! It was unbelieveable! Unlikely!
Half him wanted to charge over to Malfoy and pummel him straight into his 7th year, but the other half understood as Dumbledore’s closest student that maybe this kind of love is worth encouraging. He stumbled backwards a bit turning around, and walked slowly back to the castle, letting it all sink in.
Firenze glanced in Harry’s direction briefly when Draco wasn’t looking, and hid a smile, as he was afraid to let him hear and have him over-react. Turning back to the task at hand, he smiled down at Draco.
“When I first laid eyes on you, young Malfoy, I thought your heart closed off and your eyes blind to all but what your upbringing has taught. But I see Dumbledore’s influence and guidance is affecting you in the way he had intended. Follow your heart, young one. The Dark Lord’s most powerful weapon is the lack and acknowledgement of love. Unlocking the door that divides your world and hers gives your kind and others around you the greatest defense against the darkness. Now that the evil has again revealed itself, I hope we have a chance. If you are confused, I repeat myself. Follow your heart and..." and he trailed off gazing at the stars.
Draco let his words settle in his mind, and sighed. Firenze broke his gaze from the night sky and back at the young wizard. “I must return to my duty and you to your bed. I hope my words have eased your hectic thoughts. I do hope we meet again.” Charging off, he left Draco standing and staring up through the trees at the nearly full moon.
~*~*~
Harry was deep in thought, sitting on a stump near Hagrid’s cabin, and like Draco he was also looking up at the moon. A small part of him wished he hadn’t followed Draco. \'I’ll never be able to play dumb about this,\' he thought. \'And just think, Ron is going to blow his top off!\'
~*~*~
Draco was just passing away from the forest when he looked to his right and spotted a figure sitting outside Hagrid’s hut. Curiosity fought his fatigue but lost to the latter, and he kept walking, still deep in thought.
Getting up and heading back as well, Harry spotted him many yards ahead, and fought the urge to run up to him. \'Leave it alone, Harry. Stay out of this one,\' he told himself, and took a roundabout way back to bed.
*~*~*
“HARRY! WAKE UP MATE!”
Startled from his conflicting dreams, Harry sat up, still in bed, the sun blazing through the window. Ron stood next to his head, a weird look on his face.
“You slept through breakfast and Transfiguration! I had to tell McGonagall you had some issues with your scar all night and barely slept. She’s mad as hell and told me to wake you now or we’ll both lose 20 points. What’s wrong, Harry? Was I right? Is your scar bothering you?” he asked, looking worried.
Harry took a breath. “Yeah… something like that…” and got out of bed, not looking at his best friend, hating himself he had to lie to him. While he got dressed, Ron chattered away, going on about missing Seamus turning Dean\'s hair into a bird\'s nest on accident.
“Hermione was worried too, you know.” Ron continued as Harry shook his robes out that had been rumpled on the floor beside his bed. “When I told her you were still asleep, she got all funny and stammered to let you sleep. What is with everyone?” He looked closer at Harry, who refused to meet his eyes. “Are you involved in this thing that she’s keeping a secret?” he inquired, gazing suspiciously at his best friend.
Laughing to the point where he was almost in tears and raising a surprised look from Ron, “Yeah ok Ron, I’m having sex with my best friend…” he replied sarcastically, “and we’ve been meaning to ask, would you wanna join?”
Ron’s face turned up in disgust and he looked away, but not before he heard the bite of humor in that remark. “Alright, alright, never mind. I should’ve known not to ask that. But now both of you are acting weird… I hate being left out.” He turned to look at Harry one more time before heading out. “Potions is in 15 minutes… you better hurry.”
Harry nodded, still off in space. He wandered to the window, looking out at the trees. \'Should I talk to Hermione? Of course she’ll be upset but I’m her friend, damn it. I told her I’d support whatever she wanted to do… even if that doing is Malfoy…\' He sighed, and headed to the dungeons.
When he entered and sat down next to Hermione, many eyes turned to him in curiosity. No one failed to note his absence at breakfast and Transfiguration, and like always, the whispers commenced. Hermione shot dirty looks at many of them and looked sideways at her friend. “I know Ron was lying to McGonagall about your scar giving you problems. Your face is always pale when that happens, and right now you have more color than normal. I’ll second what you told me yesterday. If there’s anything going on, you can trust me…” she whispered, suspicion and worry in her eyes.
Harry sighed, still arguing with himself on what to do. He relented on his first instinct. “Meet me at DA Headquarters after Dinner. We need to talk.” he muttered, glancing up at her briefly to catch her face paling. They snapped to attention as Snape entered the room with his usual slamming of the door, and class began.
They avoided each other all day, confusing the hell out of Ron even more. McGonagall stopped him after lunch as he was leaving the Great Hall. “Potter, whether or not I believe Mr. Weasley’s story on why you slept through my class is irrelevant to the fact that if you pull that again, you’ll be writing out my lessons every night as detention for the remainder of the year.” She glanced sharply at him. “Whatever it is bothering you, you may come to my office after classes if it’s needed.” She said quietly, and walked away. Pansy Parkinson and her little cackling group watched him from the stairs, snickering at him for getting a lecture. He glared at them, and took off outside, needing some air.
Harry paced the gardens for a while, trying to figure out how he was going to explain to Hermione that he knew her secret, and even harder was going to be explaining he didn’t hate her for it being Malfoy.
*~*~*
Somewhere nearby hidden behind the shrubbery, someone watched Harry pace, the eyes narrowing in thought. Those same eyes had seen the very thing he was pacing about, lost in thought. The eyes; belonging to a student in normal everyday Hogwarts robes with a bright red and gold tie, shifted away from Harry as they walked off.
*~*~*
Before going down to dinner, Hermione sped up to her dormitory to drop off her books and brush her hair. It was unusually windy when she left Herbology, and her hair that was normally bushy was almost completely to one side of her head. She caught her refection in the mirror by her bed and groaned. As she reached for her brush, she heard a movement behind her. Thinking it was Lavender, who often came to chat with Hermione since her and Ron’s unsuccessful relationship (if you’d call it one), she didn’t turn around but called out, “Hey Lavender, can you grab me the red ribbon I have tied to my bedpost?” She kept brushing her hair, and reached up when a hand thrust the ribbon near her face from behind. “Thanks, Lavender.” She said, and placed the ribbon in her mouth to hold it as she finished situating the part in her hair. Turning slightly, she realized whoever it was in the room was not Lavender, and froze. Moving as slow as she could, she turned more. Catching a glimpse of the person’s robe trailing off out the door, her heart skipped a beat. Who was that? Not Lavender, not Ginny… they’d have struck up a conversation as soon as I asked for the ribbon. She was left standing in front of the mirror, a red ribbon hanging loosely from her mouth, hair half parted and face pale, lost in bewilderment. "What the bloody hell..."