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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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CHAPTER FIVE
Author\'s Notes: This is a re-post of Chapter 5 because I found a wonderful person to beta for me. ^.^ R&R!
By eleven on Saturday morning Harry was about to go mad. He still had eight hours to go and he’d tried just about everything to help the time pass: he’d gone flying, walked around the castle and the grounds, he wrote in his journal, Harry had even tried to get his lesson plans for the next week done. Nothing had worked.
Harry flung himself onto his king-sized four-poster bed.
“What else is there to do?” he asked himself aloud. He sighed heavily and then he had a brilliant idea. Fred and George! They’d opened their joke shop after their unexpected departure from Hogwarts in Harry’s fifth year. Harry hadn’t gotten a chance to stop in this summer like he had the summers before and he figured he could use a good laugh to keep his mind off of Draco, so he pulled his robes around him and headed for Hogsmeade.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry was standing outside Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. He pushed the door open and casually but the scene inside the store was anything but casual.
***
Draco Malfoy woke up on Saturday morning with a small, stubborn grin on his face that, no matter how hard he tried, wouldn’t go away. There were no classes today and in precisely eleven hours he’d be having dinner with Harry Potter.
He lay in bed for a few extra minutes, before forcing himself up and heading towards the bathroom to get ready for a day that was undoubtedly going to be a very long one.
Draco felt extremely refreshed after his shower. He got dressed and walked towards the edge of the grounds so that he could Apparate to Severus’ flat. Draco hadn’t heard from him since his letter and the Slytherin house head was getting a little more than worried about his godfather-it wasn’t like Severus to not write to Draco for so long.
Draco walked to the edge of Hogsmeade and Apparated to Severus’ flat. When he got there, he knocked on the door firmly. After a few moments, the ex-Potions master answered the door looking like he’d had an extremely bad week. He glared at Draco, then, without saying anything, he walked into his kitchen to make some tea, leaving the front door wide open. “’Hello’ to you too,” Draco mumbled under his breath as he walked in and made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“You look bloody marvelous, Severus. Ever heard of a thing called ‘sleep’? It’s supposedly all the rage,” Draco said sarcastically.
Severus whipped around and snapped, “Shut it, Draco!” He turned back to making the tea and said, “I love you like a son but I don’t need a sarcastic git right now.” Draco was taken aback. His godfather hadn’t had an attitude like that towards him since Draco was a student at Hogwarts.
“Sorry. What’s got you so riled up?”
The older, dark-haired wizard sighed as he set two mugs of tea down on his coffee table. “It’s nothing,” he lied.
“Bull shit!” Draco exclaimed, seeing straight through his godfather. “Everyone else may be too thick to see when you’re lying, but I’m not. You might as well just tell me!”
Severus sat down next to Draco and sighed again. “I just don’t know how you’re going to handle this¼” Seeing the icy glare his godson was giving him, the ex-Potions master said, “All right. There’ve been reports-unconfirmed reports-of Death Eater activities.” Draco’s mug crashed to the floor.
***
Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes was in total disarray. Everything was thrown from the shelves, the stuff that was kept in bins was dumped onto the floor, shelves were tipped over, the fake wands Fred and George were famous for were splintered and the Gryffindor banner hanging over the cash register was torn into several pieces.
Harry’s eyes roamed over the small shop surveying the damage. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a glimpse of red. Fred and George! He rushed over to the side of the front counter, knelt beside the twins and softly said, “Enervate.”
The twins slowly came out of their unconsciousness. “Are you two all right,” Harry asked?
“Yeah. I think so,” answered Fred.
“What happened here?”
Both looked around their store before George spoke. “We were setting up for today. You know, straightening shelves we missed last night and that. Then these three goons in black robes walked in.”
“We thought it was Ron, Bill and Charlie screwing around,” Fred interjected.
“Yeah. Figured out it wasn’t when they stunned us. We woke up half way through. They were ransacking everything; they kept saying that the passage had to be here somewhere.”
“Passage,” Harry asked?
“I think they wanted the secret way to Hogwarts under Honeydukes.”
“Anyway,” George continued, “they kept talking about that Malfoy git, too; kept saying they had to find him. When one of them found us awake, he started asking us about him. When we said we didn’t know, all three hit us with the Cruciatus. We passed out after the third or fourth pass of it.”
Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach. They were looking for Draco? “You guys are okay though, right?” Both twins nodded. “Good. Gotta go.”
Harry rushed back to Hogwarts and to Draco’s sleeping quarters. “Draco!” Harry was banging on the door with the side of his fist as hard as he could. “Draco! Please answer your door!” After a few minutes Harry gave up and rushed to Minerva McGonagall’s office.
***
“Wh-What do you mean ‘unconfirmed reports,” Draco stuttered?
“People talk, Draco. But these people aren’t Ministry officials; they’re just witches and wizards who are repeating what they’ve heard through the grapevine. The statements can’t be confirmed. Not yet, anyway.”
“Severus, am I...I mean, should I...”
“Are you in danger?” Draco nodded slightly. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t take any chances. Stay at Hogwarts as much as possible. I’ll write in a week and if the rumors are still around...” Severus paused trying to find a way to subtly say what desperately needed to be said. Failing to come up with anything, he said, “Let me put it this way: start thinking about who might be a good secret keeper.” The color drained from Draco’s already pale face.
“You...you’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Look, if these rumors are true then you are in real danger. Death Eaters will find you no matter where you go unless it’s into hiding. You know this, Draco, and you know it all too well. Think long and hard about it.” Severus said sternly. Then, seeing Draco’s even paler face he added, “That’s a worse case scenario, Dragon.” Draco gave a weak smile at his godfather’s nickname for him.
“I know it is.” Then, suddenly remembering what today was he asked, “What time is it?”
“Five thirty. Why? Got a date.” Severus teased?
“Yes. In Muggle London. I’ll send Nascha when I get back to Hogwarts,” Draco said as he rushed towards the door.
***
“Are you sure about this, Harry?” Harry had burst into the headmistress’ office about five minutes ago and had breathlessly started spilling out what had happened without waiting for her to ask questions: Fred and George’s shop, the Death Eaters looking for a passage and talking about finding Draco Malfoy.
“Yes. Draco and I were going to meet in Muggle London tonight but I was afraid if I waited until then and he didn’t show up¼” Harry let his sentence trail off. He didn’t want to think about that.
“I’m going to send an owl to Severus now. As soon as I get a reply-and I suspect it will be immediately-I’ll let you know.” Harry nodded.
“Thank you, Minerva,” he said as he left her office.
Harry was beside himself. What if Draco wasn’t okay? What if the Death Eaters had gotten or found whatever it was they were looking for? He walked into his sleeping quarters and began to get ready to meet Draco-he had to keep busy and he absolutely had to believe that nothing horrible had happened to him and Draco would show up that night as planned.
An hour later, Minerva’s owl flew through the window of Harry’s room. He gently untied the piece of parchment from its leg, gave it an owl treat and watched it fly back out the window before reading the note.
Harry
Severus Snape has assured me that Mr. Malfoy is safe-he left his godfather’s house a little less than an hour ago, talking about a “meeting” with some mystery person in Muggle London. Just be careful tonight-if the Death Eaters were looking for Draco, they won’t let you being in a non-wizarding part of London stop them from obtaining what they want.
Minerva.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Draco was okay, he’d run off from Snape’s saying he was meeting someone in Muggle London...Oh Merlin... the traitorous butterflies returned to Harry’s stomach and he had to sit down at his desk. In one hour--one measly, little, short hour--he’d be having dinner with Draco Malfoy who, as a child and teenager, had threatened Harry’s life numerous times. After resting for a few minutes, Harry forced himself up and went into his bathroom to finish getting ready.
Harry spent ten minutes pacing about his room and the same thoughts kept coming to the forefront of his mind. You have a date...with Draco Malfoy! This is the same person who threatened you and insulted Ron and ‘Mione countless times! But no matter what his head told him about his and Draco’s past, the train of thought always fell back to ...but he’s so damn sexy! Harry sighed, wondering when he’d started to see Draco as anything other than the amazing, bouncing ferret Mad Eye Moody had turned him into during their fourth year at school. As his hand gripped the door handle, Harry took one last moment to compose himself and then started for Hogsmeade.
***
At 6:45 Draco left his room and headed towards Hogsmeade. He was nervous but he didn’t show it-at least he hoped he didn’t. When he got to the small village ten minutes later, he paused for several seconds and took a deep breath to settle the butterflies in his stomach and the Apparated to the alley beside the café.
Authors Note: Nascha is Draco\'s owl. I\'ve never seen a name in the books for his owl so I chose one myself. It is Native American for \"owl\" so it seemed fitting! Please R&R!
By eleven on Saturday morning Harry was about to go mad. He still had eight hours to go and he’d tried just about everything to help the time pass: he’d gone flying, walked around the castle and the grounds, he wrote in his journal, Harry had even tried to get his lesson plans for the next week done. Nothing had worked.
Harry flung himself onto his king-sized four-poster bed.
“What else is there to do?” he asked himself aloud. He sighed heavily and then he had a brilliant idea. Fred and George! They’d opened their joke shop after their unexpected departure from Hogwarts in Harry’s fifth year. Harry hadn’t gotten a chance to stop in this summer like he had the summers before and he figured he could use a good laugh to keep his mind off of Draco, so he pulled his robes around him and headed for Hogsmeade.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry was standing outside Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. He pushed the door open and casually but the scene inside the store was anything but casual.
***
Draco Malfoy woke up on Saturday morning with a small, stubborn grin on his face that, no matter how hard he tried, wouldn’t go away. There were no classes today and in precisely eleven hours he’d be having dinner with Harry Potter.
He lay in bed for a few extra minutes, before forcing himself up and heading towards the bathroom to get ready for a day that was undoubtedly going to be a very long one.
Draco felt extremely refreshed after his shower. He got dressed and walked towards the edge of the grounds so that he could Apparate to Severus’ flat. Draco hadn’t heard from him since his letter and the Slytherin house head was getting a little more than worried about his godfather-it wasn’t like Severus to not write to Draco for so long.
Draco walked to the edge of Hogsmeade and Apparated to Severus’ flat. When he got there, he knocked on the door firmly. After a few moments, the ex-Potions master answered the door looking like he’d had an extremely bad week. He glared at Draco, then, without saying anything, he walked into his kitchen to make some tea, leaving the front door wide open. “’Hello’ to you too,” Draco mumbled under his breath as he walked in and made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“You look bloody marvelous, Severus. Ever heard of a thing called ‘sleep’? It’s supposedly all the rage,” Draco said sarcastically.
Severus whipped around and snapped, “Shut it, Draco!” He turned back to making the tea and said, “I love you like a son but I don’t need a sarcastic git right now.” Draco was taken aback. His godfather hadn’t had an attitude like that towards him since Draco was a student at Hogwarts.
“Sorry. What’s got you so riled up?”
The older, dark-haired wizard sighed as he set two mugs of tea down on his coffee table. “It’s nothing,” he lied.
“Bull shit!” Draco exclaimed, seeing straight through his godfather. “Everyone else may be too thick to see when you’re lying, but I’m not. You might as well just tell me!”
Severus sat down next to Draco and sighed again. “I just don’t know how you’re going to handle this¼” Seeing the icy glare his godson was giving him, the ex-Potions master said, “All right. There’ve been reports-unconfirmed reports-of Death Eater activities.” Draco’s mug crashed to the floor.
***
Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes was in total disarray. Everything was thrown from the shelves, the stuff that was kept in bins was dumped onto the floor, shelves were tipped over, the fake wands Fred and George were famous for were splintered and the Gryffindor banner hanging over the cash register was torn into several pieces.
Harry’s eyes roamed over the small shop surveying the damage. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a glimpse of red. Fred and George! He rushed over to the side of the front counter, knelt beside the twins and softly said, “Enervate.”
The twins slowly came out of their unconsciousness. “Are you two all right,” Harry asked?
“Yeah. I think so,” answered Fred.
“What happened here?”
Both looked around their store before George spoke. “We were setting up for today. You know, straightening shelves we missed last night and that. Then these three goons in black robes walked in.”
“We thought it was Ron, Bill and Charlie screwing around,” Fred interjected.
“Yeah. Figured out it wasn’t when they stunned us. We woke up half way through. They were ransacking everything; they kept saying that the passage had to be here somewhere.”
“Passage,” Harry asked?
“I think they wanted the secret way to Hogwarts under Honeydukes.”
“Anyway,” George continued, “they kept talking about that Malfoy git, too; kept saying they had to find him. When one of them found us awake, he started asking us about him. When we said we didn’t know, all three hit us with the Cruciatus. We passed out after the third or fourth pass of it.”
Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach. They were looking for Draco? “You guys are okay though, right?” Both twins nodded. “Good. Gotta go.”
Harry rushed back to Hogwarts and to Draco’s sleeping quarters. “Draco!” Harry was banging on the door with the side of his fist as hard as he could. “Draco! Please answer your door!” After a few minutes Harry gave up and rushed to Minerva McGonagall’s office.
***
“Wh-What do you mean ‘unconfirmed reports,” Draco stuttered?
“People talk, Draco. But these people aren’t Ministry officials; they’re just witches and wizards who are repeating what they’ve heard through the grapevine. The statements can’t be confirmed. Not yet, anyway.”
“Severus, am I...I mean, should I...”
“Are you in danger?” Draco nodded slightly. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t take any chances. Stay at Hogwarts as much as possible. I’ll write in a week and if the rumors are still around...” Severus paused trying to find a way to subtly say what desperately needed to be said. Failing to come up with anything, he said, “Let me put it this way: start thinking about who might be a good secret keeper.” The color drained from Draco’s already pale face.
“You...you’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Look, if these rumors are true then you are in real danger. Death Eaters will find you no matter where you go unless it’s into hiding. You know this, Draco, and you know it all too well. Think long and hard about it.” Severus said sternly. Then, seeing Draco’s even paler face he added, “That’s a worse case scenario, Dragon.” Draco gave a weak smile at his godfather’s nickname for him.
“I know it is.” Then, suddenly remembering what today was he asked, “What time is it?”
“Five thirty. Why? Got a date.” Severus teased?
“Yes. In Muggle London. I’ll send Nascha when I get back to Hogwarts,” Draco said as he rushed towards the door.
***
“Are you sure about this, Harry?” Harry had burst into the headmistress’ office about five minutes ago and had breathlessly started spilling out what had happened without waiting for her to ask questions: Fred and George’s shop, the Death Eaters looking for a passage and talking about finding Draco Malfoy.
“Yes. Draco and I were going to meet in Muggle London tonight but I was afraid if I waited until then and he didn’t show up¼” Harry let his sentence trail off. He didn’t want to think about that.
“I’m going to send an owl to Severus now. As soon as I get a reply-and I suspect it will be immediately-I’ll let you know.” Harry nodded.
“Thank you, Minerva,” he said as he left her office.
Harry was beside himself. What if Draco wasn’t okay? What if the Death Eaters had gotten or found whatever it was they were looking for? He walked into his sleeping quarters and began to get ready to meet Draco-he had to keep busy and he absolutely had to believe that nothing horrible had happened to him and Draco would show up that night as planned.
An hour later, Minerva’s owl flew through the window of Harry’s room. He gently untied the piece of parchment from its leg, gave it an owl treat and watched it fly back out the window before reading the note.
Harry
Severus Snape has assured me that Mr. Malfoy is safe-he left his godfather’s house a little less than an hour ago, talking about a “meeting” with some mystery person in Muggle London. Just be careful tonight-if the Death Eaters were looking for Draco, they won’t let you being in a non-wizarding part of London stop them from obtaining what they want.
Minerva.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Draco was okay, he’d run off from Snape’s saying he was meeting someone in Muggle London...Oh Merlin... the traitorous butterflies returned to Harry’s stomach and he had to sit down at his desk. In one hour--one measly, little, short hour--he’d be having dinner with Draco Malfoy who, as a child and teenager, had threatened Harry’s life numerous times. After resting for a few minutes, Harry forced himself up and went into his bathroom to finish getting ready.
Harry spent ten minutes pacing about his room and the same thoughts kept coming to the forefront of his mind. You have a date...with Draco Malfoy! This is the same person who threatened you and insulted Ron and ‘Mione countless times! But no matter what his head told him about his and Draco’s past, the train of thought always fell back to ...but he’s so damn sexy! Harry sighed, wondering when he’d started to see Draco as anything other than the amazing, bouncing ferret Mad Eye Moody had turned him into during their fourth year at school. As his hand gripped the door handle, Harry took one last moment to compose himself and then started for Hogsmeade.
***
At 6:45 Draco left his room and headed towards Hogsmeade. He was nervous but he didn’t show it-at least he hoped he didn’t. When he got to the small village ten minutes later, he paused for several seconds and took a deep breath to settle the butterflies in his stomach and the Apparated to the alley beside the café.
Authors Note: Nascha is Draco\'s owl. I\'ve never seen a name in the books for his owl so I chose one myself. It is Native American for \"owl\" so it seemed fitting! Please R&R!