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Adult +
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Chapter 6
So sorry, finals are coming up and school is hell. Of course. Not to worry, I have several chapter written and I'll start introducing the Hermione/Draco arc soon.
Chapter 6
Harry sat in the abandoned classroom long after Draco had made a hasty retreat. He understood. Could he really have not understood the concept all this time? Harry supposed it was possible. Growing up with a father like that he might have the same jaded view on others. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he set the room to right and left quietly, pausing to see Draco’s wand still on the shelf.
Tucking his own wand in it’s sheath, he grabbed Malfoy’s and headed for the dungeons. It was only fair he return it. Yet he hadn’t even walked halfway there before he was surrounded by two Slytherins, one in front and one behind and both holding him at wand point,” Draco may not have the guts to call you on this, Potter, but I do. Leave him alone.” The wand behind poked him in the back to emphasize the point while the one in front tapped him under the chin,” He may be a snob but he’s my best friend now get off his ass.” Pansy smirked at her little play on words. Purring,” Or is that what you’re interested in?”
Harry jerked back in horror,” I’m not gay!” Raising an eyebrow at him, tapping her arm with her wand and arms crossed. It was a well known fact that Slytherins knew most of the dirt on their adversaries. He corrected, thinking of a little experimenting this summer,” I’m not strictly gay or straight-“
Waving her wand,” Point, there is a point here. Leave him alone.”
Glaring,” If he’ll leave the muggleborns alone I will.”
Hands on her hips,” You’re not his bloody father-“
” Thank Merlin for that or Voldemort would be ruling over all of us.”
Both Pansy and Millicent flinched from the direct address to the deceased Dark
Lord but Pansy pushed past it for the opportunity Harry just presented,” So I have your word to that? So long as he addresses muggleborns properly you won’t even hint the threat.”
Harry nodded slowly,” Yes, you have my word. Oh...” He pulled out a wand,” Malfoy left this.”
Pansy’s eyes widened even as she accepted the wand. If Draco forgot his wand he must be pretty upset. She decided she was staying out of the dorms until after supper. Because Merlin knew if Draco was angry he would take it out on everyone in the vicinity,” Very well, then. We have an understanding. And just so that we are on the same level...I think it would be decent of you if you not discuss Draco’s private life with your best friend.” Harry had the decency to look abashed. That had not been his most shining moment but he’d been bursting to tell someone he’d seen the great Draco Malfoy cry. Funny but he wasn’t fit to burst with the need this time. She nodded to the Savior of the Wizarding World,” Millie.” The two of them left silently and Harry rubbed his poked side with a grimace and decided to retreat back to the tower.
***
Harry entered the portrait with Ron virtually dancing in place in eager anticipation of a blow by blow replay of what happened to the proud Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy. So he was understandably crushed when Harry just quietly bypassed him to sit down on the sofa and softly scuff the rug under his feet. Frowning and scratching his head, plopping down next to him,” What’s with you, mate?”
Sighing softly and shrugging,” Not much.”
After a few moments of silence Ron’s legs started jumping before he blurted out,” So. Let’s get on with the show, mate.”
Glancing at the redhead,” Show?”
Shrugging,” Course. Tell me everything that happened so I can write it down and bask in the justice of the ferret paying his dues.”
Harry looked down with a sigh, pulling idly at his robes before slowly shaking his head,” No, Ron.”
Cocking his head,” Huh?”
Sighing louder, turning to address his best friend,” No. What happened to Malfoy is his business. You want details, ask him.” Hermione quietly listened from the stairs, smiling proudly down at her best friend. She’d been horrified when she’d heard what had happened the first time. She was glad she wasn’t going to hear about it again.
The redhead exploded,” Come on, Harry, it’s just Malfoy! Seven years. That ferret’s been a pain in our collective asses for seven years. I think I deserve to hear every detail about his.”
“ I think Harry’s right.” Both turned to see Ginny curled up in a chair and holding a book. But she looked intensely over the bound pages to glare her brother into silence,” Malfoy’s a jerk but you’re both adults now...so grow up Ronnie and let it go.”
Ron sputtered for a few moments before shooting to his feet with a glare and stomping out of the portrait. Harry groaned and leaned back into the cushions. It would be best not to go to dinner tonight. A bar of chocolate came sailing through the air and he caught it with a seeker’s grace. Grinning at Dean Thomas in thanks, he opened his supper while everyone else began filing out. Hermione paused to pat him on the shoulder in praise,” You did the right thing, Harry.”
Snagging her wrist, studying her before frowning,” You’re not mad at him, are you?” At her confused look he clarified,” Malfoy, I mean.”
She looked away with a sigh before catching Harry’s green eyes,” Not since third year. His words certainly hurt but I started understanding that a child like that isn’t born a brute, he’s made. His family molded that attitude into him, making him what he is. I was angry with his father and now he’s dead so there’s no one left to be mad at...I let it go, Harry. We’re almost free of Hogwarts and none of us will see Malfoy again so what’s the point?”
Not to worry. I'm not this much of a tease.
Chapter 6
Harry sat in the abandoned classroom long after Draco had made a hasty retreat. He understood. Could he really have not understood the concept all this time? Harry supposed it was possible. Growing up with a father like that he might have the same jaded view on others. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he set the room to right and left quietly, pausing to see Draco’s wand still on the shelf.
Tucking his own wand in it’s sheath, he grabbed Malfoy’s and headed for the dungeons. It was only fair he return it. Yet he hadn’t even walked halfway there before he was surrounded by two Slytherins, one in front and one behind and both holding him at wand point,” Draco may not have the guts to call you on this, Potter, but I do. Leave him alone.” The wand behind poked him in the back to emphasize the point while the one in front tapped him under the chin,” He may be a snob but he’s my best friend now get off his ass.” Pansy smirked at her little play on words. Purring,” Or is that what you’re interested in?”
Harry jerked back in horror,” I’m not gay!” Raising an eyebrow at him, tapping her arm with her wand and arms crossed. It was a well known fact that Slytherins knew most of the dirt on their adversaries. He corrected, thinking of a little experimenting this summer,” I’m not strictly gay or straight-“
Waving her wand,” Point, there is a point here. Leave him alone.”
Glaring,” If he’ll leave the muggleborns alone I will.”
Hands on her hips,” You’re not his bloody father-“
” Thank Merlin for that or Voldemort would be ruling over all of us.”
Both Pansy and Millicent flinched from the direct address to the deceased Dark
Lord but Pansy pushed past it for the opportunity Harry just presented,” So I have your word to that? So long as he addresses muggleborns properly you won’t even hint the threat.”
Harry nodded slowly,” Yes, you have my word. Oh...” He pulled out a wand,” Malfoy left this.”
Pansy’s eyes widened even as she accepted the wand. If Draco forgot his wand he must be pretty upset. She decided she was staying out of the dorms until after supper. Because Merlin knew if Draco was angry he would take it out on everyone in the vicinity,” Very well, then. We have an understanding. And just so that we are on the same level...I think it would be decent of you if you not discuss Draco’s private life with your best friend.” Harry had the decency to look abashed. That had not been his most shining moment but he’d been bursting to tell someone he’d seen the great Draco Malfoy cry. Funny but he wasn’t fit to burst with the need this time. She nodded to the Savior of the Wizarding World,” Millie.” The two of them left silently and Harry rubbed his poked side with a grimace and decided to retreat back to the tower.
***
Harry entered the portrait with Ron virtually dancing in place in eager anticipation of a blow by blow replay of what happened to the proud Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy. So he was understandably crushed when Harry just quietly bypassed him to sit down on the sofa and softly scuff the rug under his feet. Frowning and scratching his head, plopping down next to him,” What’s with you, mate?”
Sighing softly and shrugging,” Not much.”
After a few moments of silence Ron’s legs started jumping before he blurted out,” So. Let’s get on with the show, mate.”
Glancing at the redhead,” Show?”
Shrugging,” Course. Tell me everything that happened so I can write it down and bask in the justice of the ferret paying his dues.”
Harry looked down with a sigh, pulling idly at his robes before slowly shaking his head,” No, Ron.”
Cocking his head,” Huh?”
Sighing louder, turning to address his best friend,” No. What happened to Malfoy is his business. You want details, ask him.” Hermione quietly listened from the stairs, smiling proudly down at her best friend. She’d been horrified when she’d heard what had happened the first time. She was glad she wasn’t going to hear about it again.
The redhead exploded,” Come on, Harry, it’s just Malfoy! Seven years. That ferret’s been a pain in our collective asses for seven years. I think I deserve to hear every detail about his.”
“ I think Harry’s right.” Both turned to see Ginny curled up in a chair and holding a book. But she looked intensely over the bound pages to glare her brother into silence,” Malfoy’s a jerk but you’re both adults now...so grow up Ronnie and let it go.”
Ron sputtered for a few moments before shooting to his feet with a glare and stomping out of the portrait. Harry groaned and leaned back into the cushions. It would be best not to go to dinner tonight. A bar of chocolate came sailing through the air and he caught it with a seeker’s grace. Grinning at Dean Thomas in thanks, he opened his supper while everyone else began filing out. Hermione paused to pat him on the shoulder in praise,” You did the right thing, Harry.”
Snagging her wrist, studying her before frowning,” You’re not mad at him, are you?” At her confused look he clarified,” Malfoy, I mean.”
She looked away with a sigh before catching Harry’s green eyes,” Not since third year. His words certainly hurt but I started understanding that a child like that isn’t born a brute, he’s made. His family molded that attitude into him, making him what he is. I was angry with his father and now he’s dead so there’s no one left to be mad at...I let it go, Harry. We’re almost free of Hogwarts and none of us will see Malfoy again so what’s the point?”
Not to worry. I'm not this much of a tease.