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Adult +
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Chapter 3. Part A. Alone in the Dark.
Chapter 3. Part A. Alone in the Dark.
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Draco knew where to find Harry. Well... he sort of knew. It was a very general sort of knowledge, almost of an innate nature. Draco jumped out of bed, almost tripping in his haste. He rushed into his private bathroom, stripping as quickly as possible, jumping into the shower and finishing in record time. After he was done he had a thought. Damn, could have used a cleaning spell. Shrugging, he ran over to his wardrobe, he pulled out a pair of worn suede pants, slipping into them as he perused the other articles kept there. Grabbing a soft, old jumper he pulled it on, trying not to muss his hair. Draco decided that tonight he would go and find Harry, but first he had to plot, and perfect said plot, cos who wants detention with Filch?
Giving himself a once over in the mirror, Draco quickly decided to take a black robe, but as he was heading towards the exit, he noticed a package that hadn\'t been there before. Intrigued, he picked it up cautiously; making sure it was nothing dangerous. He ripped the packaging open and gave a started yelp as something slithered against his bare wrist. Eyes widening in a pleasant kind of shock, he stroked silver possessively. There was a note attached, the words etched by quill and ink in a looped scrawl.
\"Use it well, he needs you,\" Draco enunciated carefully, quirking a silver eyebrow. Smirking at the Invisibility Cloak, he couldn\'t help but surmise that life just got a whole lot easier. He could hardly wait for this day to pass.
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Dinner had just finished, and Draco was only able to prevent himself from skipping like a Hufflepuff to his Slytherin bedroom because of his will of... some type of really strong metal. Pretty metal though, something silverish so that it\'d match his eyes... He rolled said eyes at himself. Enough daydreaming Draco! It\'s time. Reaching his room he whispered his password to the portrait... \"Harry Potter Is A Sex God.\" Draco snorted as the portrait of Salazar Slytherin swung forward, no way in hell any of the other Slytherins would ever guess his password.
Draco quickly deposited his school bag onto his bed, running over to his closet he pressed his hand against the latch, unlocking the ancient wards placed to recognize only his touch. He snatched up the beautifully gleaming cloak, admiring it as he hung it up on a chair next to his grand antique mirror. Efficiently he stripped out of his uniform robe, and out of the clothes he had worn all day. Having learnt his lesson for quick near-godliness, he cast a few complex cleaning spells, that not only did what they suggested doing, i.e. cleaning, but also lightly perfumed his body, making him smell delicious. He grabbed a random pair of pants from his enormous wardrobe, as well as a shirt and his favourite jumper, only being his favourite due to the fact that it was the closest reproduction to the colour of Harry\'s eyes. Draco reached forward, casually stroking the silky material of the Invisibility Cloak; he picked it up and draped it over himself, watching intently as his physical form disappeared beneath it.
Draco Malfoy steeled himself. Tonight he was going to find his One. Harry Potter, Draco thought to himself, Here I come!
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At the precise moment that Draco Malfoy left his bedroom in search of the currently highly elusive Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore could be found inside a very dark and slightly frightening room. His normally bright and twinkly eyes seemed subdued. All the hardships he had forced upon one as innocent as the Boy-Who-Lived weighed heavily on his soul. It was time that he started to make things right. His eyes flickered shut momentarily. Things had to be settled. Opening world-wearied eyes he looked down at the body of the young man who had endured so much for the sake of people who he hadn\'t even known for more than half his life. He whispered softly to the darkness, his tone filled with regret.
\"Alas, finally the Great Harry Potter may rest... For the Boy-Who-Lived lives no more.\"
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Draco knew where to find Harry. Well... he sort of knew. It was a very general sort of knowledge, almost of an innate nature. Draco jumped out of bed, almost tripping in his haste. He rushed into his private bathroom, stripping as quickly as possible, jumping into the shower and finishing in record time. After he was done he had a thought. Damn, could have used a cleaning spell. Shrugging, he ran over to his wardrobe, he pulled out a pair of worn suede pants, slipping into them as he perused the other articles kept there. Grabbing a soft, old jumper he pulled it on, trying not to muss his hair. Draco decided that tonight he would go and find Harry, but first he had to plot, and perfect said plot, cos who wants detention with Filch?
Giving himself a once over in the mirror, Draco quickly decided to take a black robe, but as he was heading towards the exit, he noticed a package that hadn\'t been there before. Intrigued, he picked it up cautiously; making sure it was nothing dangerous. He ripped the packaging open and gave a started yelp as something slithered against his bare wrist. Eyes widening in a pleasant kind of shock, he stroked silver possessively. There was a note attached, the words etched by quill and ink in a looped scrawl.
\"Use it well, he needs you,\" Draco enunciated carefully, quirking a silver eyebrow. Smirking at the Invisibility Cloak, he couldn\'t help but surmise that life just got a whole lot easier. He could hardly wait for this day to pass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dinner had just finished, and Draco was only able to prevent himself from skipping like a Hufflepuff to his Slytherin bedroom because of his will of... some type of really strong metal. Pretty metal though, something silverish so that it\'d match his eyes... He rolled said eyes at himself. Enough daydreaming Draco! It\'s time. Reaching his room he whispered his password to the portrait... \"Harry Potter Is A Sex God.\" Draco snorted as the portrait of Salazar Slytherin swung forward, no way in hell any of the other Slytherins would ever guess his password.
Draco quickly deposited his school bag onto his bed, running over to his closet he pressed his hand against the latch, unlocking the ancient wards placed to recognize only his touch. He snatched up the beautifully gleaming cloak, admiring it as he hung it up on a chair next to his grand antique mirror. Efficiently he stripped out of his uniform robe, and out of the clothes he had worn all day. Having learnt his lesson for quick near-godliness, he cast a few complex cleaning spells, that not only did what they suggested doing, i.e. cleaning, but also lightly perfumed his body, making him smell delicious. He grabbed a random pair of pants from his enormous wardrobe, as well as a shirt and his favourite jumper, only being his favourite due to the fact that it was the closest reproduction to the colour of Harry\'s eyes. Draco reached forward, casually stroking the silky material of the Invisibility Cloak; he picked it up and draped it over himself, watching intently as his physical form disappeared beneath it.
Draco Malfoy steeled himself. Tonight he was going to find his One. Harry Potter, Draco thought to himself, Here I come!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the precise moment that Draco Malfoy left his bedroom in search of the currently highly elusive Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore could be found inside a very dark and slightly frightening room. His normally bright and twinkly eyes seemed subdued. All the hardships he had forced upon one as innocent as the Boy-Who-Lived weighed heavily on his soul. It was time that he started to make things right. His eyes flickered shut momentarily. Things had to be settled. Opening world-wearied eyes he looked down at the body of the young man who had endured so much for the sake of people who he hadn\'t even known for more than half his life. He whispered softly to the darkness, his tone filled with regret.
\"Alas, finally the Great Harry Potter may rest... For the Boy-Who-Lived lives no more.\"
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