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Chapter 3. Part B. Why did you Leave?
Chapter 3. Part B. Why did you Leave?
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It had been 3 hours since Draco had left his warm and comfy bedroom on his quest to find the still highly elusive Harry Potter. For 3 bleedin hours he had been wandering around in an atmosphere undoubtedly very similar to that of Pluto, at least in it\'s current temperature. Draco was seriously thinking that as used to such frigid coldness as he was, living in these dungeons for a good portion of his life, the blistering cold really wasn\'t helping certain parts of his anatomy that were now not only frustrated due to the lack of Harry-ness they had been noticing but also the not so cheerful, chillingly glacial conditions they were currently being subjugated to!
Soon it would also happen to be past curfew. WAIT! Oh yeah! Invisibility Cloak!!! Life seems to have taken up at least some endearing quirks. Still, Draco was getting rather disheartened. He had yet to locate Harry. He knew what he was looking for, but the pivital problem being that he didn\'t know where it was!
The corridor, the flight of stairs. The hauntingly erotic portrait of his and Harry\'s sensual embrace, their fingers both tenderly and possessively weaved together. The way their bodies locked, ardently, and the obvious expressions that promised both physical and emotional ecstasy. The vivid images the memory of that dream evoked in Draco\'s subconscious were enough to make him gasp and moan as his body responded with candor. Draco paused and leant against a cold stone wall, attempting to cool down his fervor. He grimaced slightly at the fact that his search would most definitely be a lot *ahem* harder, considering that he was having some difficulty with the whole walking part. Draco groaned softly, partially due to the friction of the damn pants he had grabbed, they happened to be one of his more snug-fitting pairs, and also because now he would have to move more slowly, and in the long run it would take longer to find Harry.
He decided to ignore the entire, uhhh, hardness of the situation, and put on a resolved face. He would find his Harry. And then, Draco promised himself, somehow he would make sure that hot and happy snogging ensued.
Unfortunately Draco was now focused entirely on thoughts of snogging his very own Lion, and therefore had no idea what hit him. Literally. With his complete loss of balance Draco, quite adorably even though lacking his usual elegance, tumbled through a doorway that he previously hadn\'t even known existed.
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One sorrowful Albus Dumbledore looked down upon the ungainly heap that was Draco Malfoy. Whilst the ungainly heap stared back with ever-widening silver-gray eyes. A spluttering noise seemed to be coming from said heap. Of course, Dumbledore disregarded the fact that he could \'see\' Draco, seeing as the young man was currently \'hidden\' beneath an invisibility cloak. Some of the twinkle returned to Dumbledore\'s sad eyes as he watched in amusement as Draco tried to sort out his tangled mass of limbs and fabric, all the while making as little noise as possible. Albeit quite a difficult kind of silence to keep when one is choking on their own cloak.
Albus had certainly not expected Draco to be the one who came for Harry... It was quite a pleasant surprise, even though he was aware of the fact that Harry was openly \'out of the closet\', as they say, at least around his close friends. Pretending to be looking for the source of the sound, he looked straight past Draco several times before turning on his heel and walking back the way he came. Up to the tower.
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After Draco had managed to get himself in order, he froze in shock. Looking in his general direction was Hogwart\'s Headmaster. Once again squashing one of his manly squeals, Draco\'s gaze flicked about nervously, looking for means of escape. All of a sudden, an escape route became a redundancy. Albus Dumbledore had just turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction from where Draco was currently residing on his rather pained ass.
Quickly and quietly Draco stood and made to follow Dumbledore. He noted with disdain that Albus Dumbledore walked with practically a skip in his every step. He could have been a bloody Hufflepuff! At least given the old coot\'s general disposition, Draco muttered in his mind. Now. Where was the old coot leading him? Tap. Tap. Tap. Draco\'s footsteps matched perfectly with the headmaster\'s ageing gait. What better way to conceal his presence? He already had the upper hand with his invisibility.
A Staircase... the sconces aligning the right wall light up...
Draco\'s eyes widened almost imperceptively. His dream stairwell... He had found it! He could feel his enthusiasm incessantly raging within his being, he desperately needed to get to Harry, *his* Harry, whom he loved ever so dearly; more than anything in the whole entire universe and even more than chocolate!
It seemed that it wasn\'t just in his dreams that the stairs went up and farther up, endlessly. Step after step, after step. Draco\'s legs burned with the exertion, he was also surprised that the Bee-brain hadn\'t killed himself yet. Step. Step. Step. Impatience was gnawing at Draco, the urge to push past the headmaster in his haste to reach his Harry growing stronger with every step he took in his beloved\'s direction. Step. Step. Step. Come on, come on! Step. Step. Step. Draco was beginning to think that one of those muggle contraptions would have come in handy at this moment. Step. Step. Step. Whassit called? Step. Oh yeah. Step. Elevator. Step. Step. Merlin, my legs are going to drop off soon!
Dumbledore\'s footsteps abruptly stopped. Silence. Only Draco\'s never ending training in the art of espionage prevented him from ruining his guise of invisibility by trying to walk through the now stationary headmaster. Despite his old age, Draco realized that Dumbledore still seemed to retain much of a youthful sort of girth... More or less Draco believed this to be so, due to the fact that the headmaster managed to obscure the majority of Draco\'s vision in the narrow hallway.
\"Veritas odium parit,\" Draco frowned as Dumbledore said what was obviously the password. His Latin wasn\'t too bad, having had it been drilled into him since before he knew how to recite most of the phonetics of the \"dead\" language. Many a powerful dark spell required an incantation of Latin. This phrase in itself rang a bell in the chamber of Draco\'s soul... He tried to remember its meaning. Yet it eluded him, like a phantom shadow seen in peripheral sight.
Just before an opening appeared Draco caught sight of the guardian portrait. He knew what it would be, that which he had seen in his dream, nevertheless the sight of it in reality struck a chord deep within him. The room was, if it could be deemed possible, even darker than the hallway that he, and Dumbledore were, for the moment, residing in.
All of a sudden the headmaster announced to the supposed nothingness around him, Draco knew he couldn\'t be seen... \"Alas! To think I almost forgot my lemon drops!\" Then he simply turned on his heel, calmly shut the portrait hole, and walked off. He was indeed, now, clutching within his grasp... a bag of lemon drops...
Draco watched him descend with a great air down the steps. Silver eyebrow arched gracefully, all the while the quicksilver mind thought Bloody hell, he\'s a soddin lunatic!
More importantly though, it was time to see his Harry. The almighty, highly respected, undisputed ruler of the Snake pit of Hogwarts felt an unrivaled nervousness as he repeated the Latin words, to his own unclothed form, \"Veritas odium parit.\"
Putting his courage to the sticking place, Draco Malfoy entered the chamber, to meet his fate.
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End Chapter 3.
A/N: Hey, the authoress here, ^^ this is the first time that i\'ve written something with quite so much plot... *sweatdrops* It doesn\'t seem like much... perhaps I just have a short attention span *laughs nervously* Heh. No matter. ^^ Thanks everybody for reading up to here! I hope you\'re enjoying it~
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It had been 3 hours since Draco had left his warm and comfy bedroom on his quest to find the still highly elusive Harry Potter. For 3 bleedin hours he had been wandering around in an atmosphere undoubtedly very similar to that of Pluto, at least in it\'s current temperature. Draco was seriously thinking that as used to such frigid coldness as he was, living in these dungeons for a good portion of his life, the blistering cold really wasn\'t helping certain parts of his anatomy that were now not only frustrated due to the lack of Harry-ness they had been noticing but also the not so cheerful, chillingly glacial conditions they were currently being subjugated to!
Soon it would also happen to be past curfew. WAIT! Oh yeah! Invisibility Cloak!!! Life seems to have taken up at least some endearing quirks. Still, Draco was getting rather disheartened. He had yet to locate Harry. He knew what he was looking for, but the pivital problem being that he didn\'t know where it was!
The corridor, the flight of stairs. The hauntingly erotic portrait of his and Harry\'s sensual embrace, their fingers both tenderly and possessively weaved together. The way their bodies locked, ardently, and the obvious expressions that promised both physical and emotional ecstasy. The vivid images the memory of that dream evoked in Draco\'s subconscious were enough to make him gasp and moan as his body responded with candor. Draco paused and leant against a cold stone wall, attempting to cool down his fervor. He grimaced slightly at the fact that his search would most definitely be a lot *ahem* harder, considering that he was having some difficulty with the whole walking part. Draco groaned softly, partially due to the friction of the damn pants he had grabbed, they happened to be one of his more snug-fitting pairs, and also because now he would have to move more slowly, and in the long run it would take longer to find Harry.
He decided to ignore the entire, uhhh, hardness of the situation, and put on a resolved face. He would find his Harry. And then, Draco promised himself, somehow he would make sure that hot and happy snogging ensued.
Unfortunately Draco was now focused entirely on thoughts of snogging his very own Lion, and therefore had no idea what hit him. Literally. With his complete loss of balance Draco, quite adorably even though lacking his usual elegance, tumbled through a doorway that he previously hadn\'t even known existed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One sorrowful Albus Dumbledore looked down upon the ungainly heap that was Draco Malfoy. Whilst the ungainly heap stared back with ever-widening silver-gray eyes. A spluttering noise seemed to be coming from said heap. Of course, Dumbledore disregarded the fact that he could \'see\' Draco, seeing as the young man was currently \'hidden\' beneath an invisibility cloak. Some of the twinkle returned to Dumbledore\'s sad eyes as he watched in amusement as Draco tried to sort out his tangled mass of limbs and fabric, all the while making as little noise as possible. Albeit quite a difficult kind of silence to keep when one is choking on their own cloak.
Albus had certainly not expected Draco to be the one who came for Harry... It was quite a pleasant surprise, even though he was aware of the fact that Harry was openly \'out of the closet\', as they say, at least around his close friends. Pretending to be looking for the source of the sound, he looked straight past Draco several times before turning on his heel and walking back the way he came. Up to the tower.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After Draco had managed to get himself in order, he froze in shock. Looking in his general direction was Hogwart\'s Headmaster. Once again squashing one of his manly squeals, Draco\'s gaze flicked about nervously, looking for means of escape. All of a sudden, an escape route became a redundancy. Albus Dumbledore had just turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction from where Draco was currently residing on his rather pained ass.
Quickly and quietly Draco stood and made to follow Dumbledore. He noted with disdain that Albus Dumbledore walked with practically a skip in his every step. He could have been a bloody Hufflepuff! At least given the old coot\'s general disposition, Draco muttered in his mind. Now. Where was the old coot leading him? Tap. Tap. Tap. Draco\'s footsteps matched perfectly with the headmaster\'s ageing gait. What better way to conceal his presence? He already had the upper hand with his invisibility.
A Staircase... the sconces aligning the right wall light up...
Draco\'s eyes widened almost imperceptively. His dream stairwell... He had found it! He could feel his enthusiasm incessantly raging within his being, he desperately needed to get to Harry, *his* Harry, whom he loved ever so dearly; more than anything in the whole entire universe and even more than chocolate!
It seemed that it wasn\'t just in his dreams that the stairs went up and farther up, endlessly. Step after step, after step. Draco\'s legs burned with the exertion, he was also surprised that the Bee-brain hadn\'t killed himself yet. Step. Step. Step. Impatience was gnawing at Draco, the urge to push past the headmaster in his haste to reach his Harry growing stronger with every step he took in his beloved\'s direction. Step. Step. Step. Come on, come on! Step. Step. Step. Draco was beginning to think that one of those muggle contraptions would have come in handy at this moment. Step. Step. Step. Whassit called? Step. Oh yeah. Step. Elevator. Step. Step. Merlin, my legs are going to drop off soon!
Dumbledore\'s footsteps abruptly stopped. Silence. Only Draco\'s never ending training in the art of espionage prevented him from ruining his guise of invisibility by trying to walk through the now stationary headmaster. Despite his old age, Draco realized that Dumbledore still seemed to retain much of a youthful sort of girth... More or less Draco believed this to be so, due to the fact that the headmaster managed to obscure the majority of Draco\'s vision in the narrow hallway.
\"Veritas odium parit,\" Draco frowned as Dumbledore said what was obviously the password. His Latin wasn\'t too bad, having had it been drilled into him since before he knew how to recite most of the phonetics of the \"dead\" language. Many a powerful dark spell required an incantation of Latin. This phrase in itself rang a bell in the chamber of Draco\'s soul... He tried to remember its meaning. Yet it eluded him, like a phantom shadow seen in peripheral sight.
Just before an opening appeared Draco caught sight of the guardian portrait. He knew what it would be, that which he had seen in his dream, nevertheless the sight of it in reality struck a chord deep within him. The room was, if it could be deemed possible, even darker than the hallway that he, and Dumbledore were, for the moment, residing in.
All of a sudden the headmaster announced to the supposed nothingness around him, Draco knew he couldn\'t be seen... \"Alas! To think I almost forgot my lemon drops!\" Then he simply turned on his heel, calmly shut the portrait hole, and walked off. He was indeed, now, clutching within his grasp... a bag of lemon drops...
Draco watched him descend with a great air down the steps. Silver eyebrow arched gracefully, all the while the quicksilver mind thought Bloody hell, he\'s a soddin lunatic!
More importantly though, it was time to see his Harry. The almighty, highly respected, undisputed ruler of the Snake pit of Hogwarts felt an unrivaled nervousness as he repeated the Latin words, to his own unclothed form, \"Veritas odium parit.\"
Putting his courage to the sticking place, Draco Malfoy entered the chamber, to meet his fate.
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End Chapter 3.
A/N: Hey, the authoress here, ^^ this is the first time that i\'ve written something with quite so much plot... *sweatdrops* It doesn\'t seem like much... perhaps I just have a short attention span *laughs nervously* Heh. No matter. ^^ Thanks everybody for reading up to here! I hope you\'re enjoying it~