Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later

Series: Yes. Chapter 29

Parings: H/D S/N/L

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. It’s a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

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.

Spell Master

It was 6:18am and was Harry waiting outside, and leaning against the ornate doors, of the Prefect Parliament. From his position, he was standing directly across from the Head Person’s offices. The Head Boy’s office, in particular, and he had unobstructed view of Draco’s office door. Therefore, when Malfoy came out, to go to the Prefects meeting, he would have an unobstructed view of Harry.

Harry was *not* going to allow Draco to escape him today.

Harry wasn’t sure, but ever since the blond promised to tell him about his legacy, he had a feeling that Malfoy was avoiding him. It was worse than, in the beginning of the year, when Draco was just ignoring him. Now, since he was sorted into Slytherin and actually *eating* with them– at Neville’s chagrin– Malfoy didn’t even come to the Great Hall during breakfast, lunch or dinner anymore. Harry didn’t even get the luxury of getting his name called in potions. No, Draco went from a verbal attendance, to a quick visual scan.

For the past few days, Harry had even tried to make sure that he was in a convenient place, so that Malfoy wouldn’t have to look for him to share his findings. But Harry’s task of making himself accessible has been difficult because Draco rarely went to his usual places anymore.

Malfoy hardly ever lounged in the Slytherin commons room. Sure, he still meandered about the school –as if he owned the castle– but only when it was his Head Boy duty.

Instead, Draco, now, socialized, in his office, with prefects, or other aristocratic purebloods. But those meetings were just that. Meetings, which had to be made by appointment through Malfoy’s quill pusher, Zikaya. If he wasn’t in his office, then he was in the potions room. Teaching, tutoring, supervising detention of a wayward student, or assisting Professor Snape with something.

If he wasn’t there, then he was doing something with Quidditch. This year Slytherin was going all out. They had cheer leaders, a dance squad, and even a band. And Draco, who was not only the Slytherin’s team Seeker and Captain, had his hands in all of it.

If he wasn’t doing that, he was… only Merlin knew where, because sometimes Harry couldn’t even *find* the dot which signified Draco’s presence on the Marauders Map.

Harry was getting suspicious that Malfoy was trying to skip out of the deal.

Nevertheless, Draco had made him a promise, and he had been waiting 5 days for him to fulfill it.

And dammit, he *was* going to fulfill it.

Harry wasn’t sure why he felt that Draco could find information about his family when no one else seemed to have any clue where to get it. Harry wasn’t even sure when he began to have such complete and utter faith in Malfoy. But it didn\'t’ matter. He had been waiting his whole life for information, *any* information about his family. And Malfoy had promised.

It didn’t matter that the blond’s last name meant “bad faith.”

Draco had promised.

And Harry not only believed him. Believed *in* him. He was going to make damn sure Draco *kept* that promise.

With that goal in mind, the raven-haired boy knew that Malfoy wouldn’t be able to ignore him today. There was a Prefects meeting scheduled at 6:30am, and Harry was blocking the door to go to it. But more than that, he had learned from Neville that Draco had a meeting at 6am this morning. Harry didn’t ask what the meeting was about, but that never stopped Longbottom. The brown-haired boy happily went on to volunteer that information. He told Harry that the meeting had something to do with Malfoy’s business.

Harry was skeptical, but Neville assured him that aristocratic purebloods, like the Malfoys, tended to make their first business connections while still in school, and by the time they actually achieved their wizarding license they would already have their whole life planned out, and laid before them.

Draco was no exception to this rule.

Actually, he was the poster boy for it. Thus making all the other aristocratic underlings scramble to keep up.

Harry left his thoughts when he noticed that the hall was beginning to become full with prefects. He glanced at his watch. It was 6:23. Just a few more minutes and then

Yes!

The door to Draco’s office started to open, and Harry pushed himself off of the Parliament door and waited eagerly for the blond to come out.

Not even a moment later, a sandy-blond haired boy came out first.

Harry frowned as he watched the boy. However, his disappointment was rooted in the fact that it was the *wrong* blond. The boy was wearing an expensive wizards suit, which to Harry looked like something from the late 1800s. Comparing it to muggle fashions, it was so out of date it was almost laughable. The boy also had a briefcase in his hand, as he was talked excitedly to the person behind him.

Malfoy.

Harry noticed that Draco looked mildly amused with his cat-who-ate- the-canary smirk. He was dressed in his school uniform and robe, but the way he carried himself, with his aristocratic arrogance, he looked far more impressive than the boy in the suit. But then again, it could be because Draco’s clothes were tailor made with the finest threads and probably cost more than three of those suits. Harry knew this first hand. However, what grabbed Harry’s attention, the most, was how *adult* Malfoy and the other boy appeared. Even though the mood seemed positive, the weight of the importance, of this meeting, was clearly felt.

From where he was standing, Harry tried to listen to what they were talking about. Malfoy was listening more than he was talking, and answered mostly with slight nods of agreement, but Harry caught a few words like investments, fiscals, cost reductions and drawing up contracts and then Harry realized that…

Neville was right!

They *were* talking business!

Harry was impressed. He also felt a little guilty for not completely believing his friend. He knew that Malfoy owned a nightclub, but he also knew that it was located in one of his father’s hotels, so Harry really didn’t think that Draco had much say in what went on there. He also knew that Malfoy had been working in his family’s business for a couple of years now, but Harry had never seen any thing come of it. So he figured that Draco was just some quill pusher with a non-important job, with a fancy title because he was the boss’s son.

Then on the other hand, Harry had no idea what the Malfoy family business was.

When he was younger, he believed that the Malfoy family business was learning the Dark Arts and being a Death Eater, now…

He still thought that...but

Now Harry acknowledged that Lucius had once worked for the Ministry *and* the School Board, but that was a long time ago. Nevertheless, he still had a *real* job. Two in fact. At the same time, and now with the new revelation that Draco actually *does* work.

Of course… Harry already *knew* that Draco worked. The blond was not only a student, he was the Head Boy, Slytherin Quidditch team Seeker and Captain, and his potions teacher after all. But that was for credits and school status.

What Draco was doing *now* was for money!

Not that he wasn’t getting paid for teaching, which he probably was. Harry couldn’t be sure, but he also couldn’t picture Draco doing anything for free, even if he *was* getting credits for it. But watching Malfoy conduct “business”…well...it almost boggled his mind, because for *years* Harry could only imagine Malfoy as just another trust-fund kid. Rich, lazy, inbreed, and pureblood.

Ron must have said that a million times, and Harry agreed whole heartedly each time the statement was spoken. All Harry knew was that *he* was set for life because he inherited a couple of million galleons from his father. So he just figured that the blond would be just like him, and live off his inheritance too, and wouldn’t have any desire, or care, to add on to that fortune.

Boy was he wrong!

Now, he wondered what Ron would say, if he knew that not only did Draco–who was richer than King Midas– *really* work, but he started his work days at 6am.

6am. Merlin’s beard. That was practically midnight. Not even Harry got up that early on purpose.

Today being the exception, of course.

And Malfoy started his workday at 6am *every* morning! That meant he had to get up even earlier to be ready.

What Harry, and most people didn’t know was that Draco had been working these early hours for his father, –or his true country– practically, his whole life. But *really* working since he was barely fourteen, and had started his own business when he was 16 years old. As a product of his achievements, all the other pureblood parents compared their children to him. This resulted in as much respect, as resentment, for the young scion. The ironic thing was that was only about *half* of Draco responsibilities where known. It didn’t’ even take account his Veela Royal obligations. Which included a princely status, and duties that *no one* besides his family and other true Veela knew about, but nevertheless important.

Harry shook his head, in pity, then mentally answered his own question. Ron wouldn’t say anything because his ex-friend *never* got up this early either. More than that, unlike Draco, Ron had never worked a day in his life!

Sure the red-haired boy hated that he was poor and had to wear hand-me-down clothes, but he’d never done anything to change that situation. He’s never tired to get a job. Instead, all he ever did was complain.

Now that Harry was older and wiser, and knew Malfoy *a little bit* better, he wasn’t’ sure why he ever believed Draco to be lazy. In all the years he had known the blond, Draco had strived to be the best in everything he did. And every thing he ever did was over the top.

When Draco held out his hand to seal the agreement, then told the other boy to draw up the paperwork and send it to his “people” Harry knew it was his time to approach.

“Harry!”

The boy called, turned to the left and saw Hermione, and inwardly groaned. He then glanced over at Draco. Thankfully, he was still engaged in conversation but things were quickly wrapping up. Harry took a quick glance around and realized that he wasn’t the only one vying for Malfoy’s time. This was not good because *he* wanted to be the next person to obtain Malfoy’s attention. Unfortunately, he wasn’t counting on Hermione and her continuous efforts to try and make amends.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” Hermione asked worriedly. “Did you need some help with something? My office hours aren’t usually this early but if you need help— ”

Harry shook his head no. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” She stood in front of him. “I’m more than happy to be—”

“No, I’m okay.” He interrupted as he darted a glance over her head and toward Draco. There was an urgency in his tone but Hermione didn’t seem to hear it.

“Then are you coming to the meeting too?” She asked as she closed the distance and stood between him and Malfoy. “Non-prefects are allowed to attend and bring up concerns at the end of the meeting.” There was a twinkle in her eyes after she mentioned the last part of her sentence.

But Harry missed the look because he was starring past her and at Draco “Uh…”He turned his attention back to her. “No... I kind of wanted to talk to Malfoy.”

“Oh.” She said disappointedly. Then tried to hide the feeling with a forced smile. It wasn’t like Harry *had* to talk his concerns out with her. Merlin knew he had more than enough reasons *not* to want to confide in her. It was just that…she’d been trying so hard to make amends.

Harry gave her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Hermione. It’s just that this is something only he can do.”

She looked down toward the stone floor and pinched her mouth into a thin line. “I understand.” She said in a whisper, as she nodded stiffly, but in truth, she *didn’t* understand. And it had been irking her for a while now, because EVERYONE wanted to talk to Malfoy. They always said the same thing Harry just said too. “That it was something only he could do.” It was almost like they believed Malfoy to be the *only* Head Person.

Almost like she didn’t exist!

Harry looked back toward the blond, then inwardly growled. Two prefects from Ravenclaw ran over to Draco almost immediately after the other guy left. Harry assumed they were purebloods, but he couldn’t be sure. Draco tended to have more tolerance for prefects. Pure or not. Nonetheless, they didn’t even look like they had any thing to say. They just babbled about nothing and giggled and swooned under Draco unwavering crystal gaze.

Harry wanted to hex them. He wanted to hex Draco too for giving them so much attention, when *he* was standing just across the hall! The very thought of being ignored *again* by the blond made him boiling mad.

Hermione didn’t notice her friend’s discomfort, for her attention was focused on Malfoy and his little groupies as well. She frowned at what she considered a pathetic display of butt kissing. Ugh! The sight of it made her sick! It was also starting to make her really hate purebloods.

She hadn’t always felt like this, seeing that she was in a two year relationship with one. A pureblood that is. It was just that working –no fighting– with Malfoy to gain alliances was taking its toll on her. To date, her efforts were becoming even more futile with each battle they had, and she lost a new vote every time they had a meeting. Last week, her motion of a House Unity party was out-voted, even though she could tell that most of the prefects wanted to vote for it. Even the Slytherins. Then yesterday, she saw on her meetings itinerary that the House Unity Party was back on the voting block; however, this time it was Malfoy’s proposal.

And it read like something out of a legal tome.

“As an alternative to all Four Houses carousing together, each House would be allowed to engage in their own individual social gathering, and could, or could not, under their own discrete discretion, and majority rule, invite people, or beings, from other Houses if, and only if, they so desired. Refusal to integrate would not be condemned, but condoned.”

It made her literally scream!

What kind of UNITY was that?!?!

Stupid, prejudice, Malfoy!

Not wanting to mingle with those he felt were beneath him!

She HATED him!

But what she hated more was that she knew everyone was going to vote with him.

Even the muggleborns were starting to vote with him, and they KNEW that he despised them.

She could scarcely understand it, for they all knew that he was a prejudice prick.

She made *sure* they knew!

Also, they knew that Malfoy stood, proudly, for the pureblood cause.

Hermione made sure the other muggleborns and half breeds knew this too!

Moreover, he *never* denied it. He even laughed, openly, when a muggleborn or muggleborn supporter got injured or died of a suspicious or unnatural cause. Malfoy even openly expressed his belief on pureblood superiority and that he believed that muggleborns should have never been accepted into the wizarding world. And if that wasn’t enough, it was his opinions on muggles which –in Hermione’s opinion– were the worst.

The absolute worst!

Draco Malfoy *loathed* muggles, but not only that, he considers them “things.”

Not even people, but THINGS!

But yet the muggleborns *still* voted with him.

It made no sense. No bloody sense whatsoever! And Hermione could hardly understand it.

Hermione also couldn’t understand why people were *flocking* to be on his good side. However, this experience has made her realize that she had been underestimating the young and spoilt Malfoy over the years. She now realized that she had allowed those past years, –when they were able to trump him and foil all his plans– trick her into believing that she was still ahead of this game. W hen in truth, Draco Malfoy who was an evil little bastard –probably evil incarnate itself– was secretly and subtly rewriting the rules of engagement, so that everything fell in his favor. He was the Devil, she’ll tell ya! She honestly believed this to be true.

“Uh, Hermione…” Harry called as he gave her an odd look after she started snarling.

She looked up at him as if she just remembered he was there. “Yes, Harry?”

He spoke hurriedly. “I’ll catch up with you later. Okay?” He gave her an apologetic smile and a short wave goodbye before he quickly side-stepped her and walked toward Draco, the person she despised the most.

“Et tu, Harry?” She whispered softly and in a hurt voice then turned to walk into Parliament and take her seat. If she was lucky, she would be able to start the meeting before Draco made his “grand entrance.” It was petty and she knew it. But she still didn’t give a damn.

“Malfoy!” Harry called, as he made his way through the swarm of arriving prefects.

“Potter.” The blond smiled out over the head of his two admirers. “What can I do for you on this fine day?”

The girls swooned at Malfoy’s helpful attitude.

And Harry had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Draco was such phony and that smile…It looked like plastic. Completely fake. More than that, he had seen it before. As he made his way toward them, he tried to think where…Then it hit him.

“Salazar Slytherin.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” The Head Boy replied affably, but his eyes narrowed just a fraction, telling Harry that he understood perfectly. And he wasn’t pleased at being found out because it took him *days* to perfect this look of sincerity.

Not wanting to start an argument, the raven-haired boy shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just an out spoken thought.” He then returned that “sincere” smile as he asked. “I just wanted to know how that…*thing* is going?”

The blond arched a brow as he repeated, “Thing?” then gave a patronizing smirk. It was a purposeful misunderstanding as payback for the Salazar comment.

But Harry knew his game and wasn’t playing. “Yes, You know that *thing* that you were researching for me.” Though, inwardly, he wanted to scowl at Draco for acting like such as spoiled brat. It amazed him how Malfoy could act so *adult* one moment, then react so childish the next. It was like he was bipolar or something.

“You were researching something?” One of the girls asked Draco excitedly. “Do you need any help? I *love* doing research!”

Harry rolled his eyes. It was a typical response from a Ravenclaw.

Draco turned his attention away from Harry and towards the girl and gave her a soft, breath-taking smile. He looked at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “I’ll keep that in mind, Kimberliegh. But no. I have it covered.”

She pouted, then brightened when Draco put a gentle hand on her chin and tilted her head back toward his. “However… perhaps you can help me with something… else?” He arched a delicate brow and gave her a look which clearly said that this “something else” had nothing to do with research and everything to do with…

Sex.

Harry wanted to hex him. And the girl too as she giggled and agreed readily.

The raven-haired boy narrowed his eyes at Kimberliegh and decided that he didn’t like her. He wasn’t sure why, since she was offering to help him, and seeing how he didn’t even *know* her. Nevertheless, he didn’t like her, and he also decided that her freckles – which peppered her nose and cheeks– were too many and too large. It made her look dirty. Like a dirty little slut!

“Wonderful!” Malfoy agreed with a little too much debonair for Harry’s taste. “I’ll have Zakiya drop you a line to tell you when and where.” He gave her a cocky wink, and then left the happily dazed girl and her jealous friend. “Potter,” Draco called as he gestured for Harry, alone, to follow, as he walked toward the Parliament door.

Harry did, of course. He didn’t get up this early in the morning not to get the information he wanted.

As they weaved through the crowd of arriving prefects, Draco informed in a hushed, serious tone “Today or tomorrow, you should receive at least the first installment of what we’ve found.”

“We’ve found?” Harry was shocked. “You mean your friends are helping you too? Why didn’t—”

“Potter…” Draco interrupted, exasperated. “Please think before you speak. You know very well, that with an exception of Longbottom, my friends, would rather die a slow death than assist you on anything.”

Again, the raven-haired boy was shocked. “I didn’t know Neville was your friend?” And why he latched onto that comment, he had no idea. Harry had even less of an idea to why it *bothered* him so much.

“Of course he’s my friend.” The blond gave him a queer look as he kept on walking. “I wouldn’t have ever invited him to my home other wise.” Malfoy stated it as if it were the most obvious connection in the world. Perhaps, to him it was.

“Oh…I just thought it was because of....you know… Zabini.”

Draco smirked darkly and shook his head. “Zabini has no power over me, Potter. No one does.” He gave Harry a pointed glare. “And no one ever will.”

Harry was taken back by the intensity in Draco’s eyes, and he wanted to counter that statement with one about the Dark Lord, but his curiosity about Neville took priority. “So are you saying that after all these years of being horrible to Neville, you just woke up one day and decided that you’ve changed your mind? That you liked him?”

The Draco’s gaze turned inward, and he smirked like he knew a great secret. “I had my reasons, I’ll assure you. But, yes, you can say that.” He then looked, deep, into Harry’s eyes. “Does it bother you… that I am Longbottom’s friend?” He wanted to know. Because his newly acquired scar was starting to feel uncomfortably warm, and he had a hypothesis to why, but he wanted to make sure he was right.

Harry shifted his attention away from Draco’s piercing gaze, and shrugged his shoulders. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Right, whatever, Potter.” Malfoy shot back dismissively as he continued to stare at the other boy. Inwardly, he was thinking that this was very bad. Very bad indeed.

Now that Harry had Draco’s attention, he wished Malfoy would *stop* looking at him. It was almost as if the other boy was searching for something. A particular reaction, or something, though Harry couldn’t be sure. He just hoped that his face wasn’t blushing, though he didn’t understand why it would be. He also wished that he had never brought up the whole Neville conversation. But something inside him wouldn’t let it be. He didn’t know why, but when Malfoy called out Neville’s name, a fire ignited and raged in his stomach. It was the same feeling he was getting when Draco made that sex date with that…that…Bitch!

Harry growled.

And Draco had to fight from trying to sooth the burning feeling on the crook of neck. “Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” Harry snapped back because he was angry. Angry with Draco, and angry with himself for being angry with Draco. But worst of all, he could *not* understand why or where this feeling was coming from. And that made him angry too. However, he did have an inkling, of an idea, to *what* this feeling was. And that made him angriest of all! So he tried his hardest to ignore the feeling, and smoothly change the subject.

With a false smile, Harry asked. “Why are you being so hush hush about finding my family? Is it that you don’t what people to know that you are helping me?”

“For your information, Potter…” Malfoy sniffed. “As Head Boy and as an assistant professor at Hogwarts, it is my *duty* to help anyone who begs for my help—”

“I didn’t beg.” Harry interrupted hotly.

“You most certainly did.” Draco countered dismissively. “And therefore, I seriously doubt that anyone would question my conviction to my job, or my *philanthropy* concerning my time. I am after all, an extremely dependable, reliable and altruistic person.”

“Humble too.” Potter cut in with a sarcastic snort.

“Exactly.” Draco readily agreed while ignoring the sarcasm completely. “So it’s no wonder that you sought my assistance. Everyone does. So no need for alarm, Potter. I assure you that my reputation is safe.”

“You know….” Harry began as he gave Malfoy a dumbstruck expression. “The amount of arrogance you possess should be illegal.”

Draco looked affronted. “It’s not being arrogant when it’s the truth, Potter.”

“Then why the great secret?” Harry asked again. Just to change the subject.

Draco narrowed his eyes, as if in thought ,and tilted his head to the side “Have you ever considered the fact that maybe…your relatives don’t *want* you to find them? That maybe they don’t want to acknowledge you, or your muddied-blood existence?”

Harry looked shocked. Of course he never considered that! Why *wouldn’t* they want to know him? They were wizards. Like him. Not like the Dursleys, who were prejudice, non-magical bastards. Moreover, He was Harry Fucking Potter! He saved the whole wizarding world!! They should be ecstatic that they were kin to him!

Draco gave a disgusted yet knowing sneer and shook his head. “Your ego astounds me. Potter. It truly does.”

“I didn’t say anything—”

“You didn’t have to.” He interrupted derisively then made a dismissive gesture with his hand, when Harry started to comment. “It doesn’t’ matter. You probably don’t want to be related to them anyway.”

“So are you saying that you already know who—”

“No.” Draco cut in. “I told you, today or tomorrow.”

Harry looked into crystal eyes and could tell, Draco was lying. But what could he do about it, besides nothing? “Soooo… should I make an appointment, or something, to get it?”

“No, I have enough appointments today.” There was a slight, libidinous smirk tugging the corner of Draco’s mouth, right before he informed in a business like manner. “It will be sent by post.”

Harry noticed that Malfoy was back to being the adult again.

Until…

They walked past a group of Slytherins who were paying a little too much attention to their conversation. And Draco added, and loudly at that.

“Now please, Potter, stop stalking me. You’re reminding me of a love-sick Hufflepuff. And it’s really creeping me out.” He then quickened his pace to get away from the former Gryffindor.

“Merlin’s beard!” The raven-haired boy stopped stalk stiff, pressed his lips into a fine line then spat out “Malfoy you’re such an insufferable git! I’m *not* in love with you!” as if the idea of being so was the most disgusting thought in the world.

At those words, Draco stopped too, turned around, and looked deep into the other boy’s eyes. After what felt like an eternity – to Harry– and after Malfoy found what he was looking for, he replied “No...I don’t suppose you are.” Then he snidely added “Just make sure it stays that way, Potter. I have enough things to worry about.”

“I’m would never…EVER!” He choked on his own words, he was so angry. No furious. But he wasn’t surprised at Malfoy’s short lived maturity. Nevertheless, he spit out. “You’re the one who was trying to kiss ME! You’re the one stealing *my* clothes! You’re the one putting me in YOUR bed! You’re the one—”

“You wish, Potter!” Draco interrupted in a dismissive drawl. “Like I would ever allow ANYONE, especially *you* into my bedroom! What the hell have you been smoking? I think it’s frying your brain.” He rolled is eyes, so anyone watching the exchange would think Potter was lying. And they would too because even though everyone knew that Malfoy slept around, A lot. Draco NEVER had sex in his own room or bed. Never. Not even once. Not even with Pansy. Draco then turned around, in a rude dismissive gesture and sauntered toward the grand double door. Inwardly, though, he wanted to put a silencing charm on Harry’s mouth. Did the boy no nothing of discretion? Geez.

But because the other Slytherin were now sneering at Harry, for trying to discredit their leader, the boy continued to snap back heatedly. “I don’t’ even *like* you, Malfoy!” Which wasn’t entirely true. But Draco was being a prat right now; therefore, it wasn’t entirely untrue either.

Draco turned around and just stared at him as if he were debating if Harry was telling the truth. He hoped that he was. The scrutiny was intense and lasted until he seemed to realize that he was rubbing his neck and his scar. Quickly, he jerked his hand down as if he were burned.

In a passing thought, Harry wondered what the hell that was all about. But the thought passed before it could even plant itself into a seed of curiosity.

“Like I said before…” Malfoy sneered. “Just make sure you stay that way, Potter. Now if you would excuse me.” He gave an almost regal tilt of the head, then in a flourish of expensive robes, he turned on his heal and sauntered inside grand room.

All the lingering prefects seemed to rush inside after Malfoy entered the Parliament, but not before giving Harry inquisitive looks, thus letting him know that they were watching the exchange. Harry ignored all of them and soon found himself alone, in the hall, with his thoughts. He didn’t stay long though. Instead, he located the quickest exit out of this corridor and rushed toward the Great Hall to wait for the owls to arrive.

Despite the fact that Draco was being an arse, Harry was excited and happy. No one would be able to steal his joy today, because today he was to receive part of his family’s tree. Harry didn’t even care if it turned out that he hated his relatives. It didn’t matter. He just wanted to know.

It was because of his hasty retreat that Harry missed Ron, Seamus and Dean walking toward Parliament. Ron had the Hogwarts: A History in his hands and the air of success written all over his face.

It was going to be a day to remember.

And for better or worse, the Winds of Change were coming.

tbc
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A.N. Sorry its been so long since my last update. My muse decided to skip town but I caught up with her. Tied her up and dragged her back. ^_~

Just a couple of things:

Harry is not acting this way because of the marriage bond. I just wanted you to know. He’s acting this way because he had unconsciously ~claimed~ Draco as ~his~. Remember ^_~ When he bit him. He just doesn’t know it yet. And Draco’s not telling. Nevertheless, there is something in Harry, telling him that Draco ~belongs~ to him. You’ll understand a bit more when we learn about Harry’s family tree. ^_~

Draco, is of course going to fight this, but because of the marriage bond, and Draco traditionalist ways (you’ll find out more later) it balances out. ^_~

I love them together. (sigh)

Because this chapter is about 30 pages, I am splitting them up. But just in half. Not in three parts like I usually do. I am finishing up the next part. It’s mostly done. It just needs to be reedited maybe twice. Hopefully it should be out in a few days. ^_^

Hugs and lots of love
babychan