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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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21
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81,750
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Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Don't own. Any of it.
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: Hi! Sorry for the extreamly long wait - I've been kinda busy, we're getting ready to sell our house, so it's just been chaos trying to get everything reday for when the real estate agent was here...But now it seems to have calmed a little. *thank goddess* Anyway, thank you all for the lovely reviews, I get so happy when I read them!
Here's chapter 8 - Enjoy!
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Chapter 8
The two Slytherins seemed frozen with shock as they took in the scene in front of them. Curled up in a foetal position on the floor was the Saviour of the Wizarding World, sobbing his heart out while whimpering for someone to please stop hurting him.
“Professor, please help him!” The sound of Hermione Granger’s panicked voice seemed to snap both Snape and Draco out of their stupor.
“Right, let’s give him this Calming Draught. It’s lucky that I always keep a few on me the first day of term. Draco, if you and Miss Granger would please hold Mr Potter still?” Snape said as he made his way to the crying boy. As soon as Hermione and Draco grabbed hold of Harry he started screaming bloody murder.
“No, please don’t! I’ll be good I swear, I’ll be quiet, please don’t hurt me, please…”
Finally being able to pour the Calming Draught down Harry’s throat, Snape gently massaged his throat to get him to swallow it. When the potion started working, Draco and Hermione reluctantly let him go, and Harry fell to the floor in a shaking puddle while breathing hard. As his breathing calmed down, Harry suddenly became aware that he was surrounded and he froze completely as his thoughts ran wild.
‘Shit, I’m screwed. Ok, Harry, let’s make use of that mask you spent so long perfecting, shall we? Just try and keep your cool, and maybe they’ll go away.’
“Harry? Are you okay?” Hermione said carefully as she inched closer to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You are clearly not alright, Mr Potter. Would you care to explain?” At the sound of Snape’s voice, Harry raised his head and glared at his professor and Malfoy.
“No.”
“Then I am afraid that we will have no choice but to inform the Headmaster…” Snape stopped talking when the look on Harry’s face turned murderous. He could hear Draco swallowing loudly beside him, and felt the urge to do the same.
“You. Will. Tell. Him. Nothing. Do you understand me?” The-Boy-Who-Lived was terrifying in that moment, and Snape imagined that this must have been how he looked when he faced Voldemort in the Final Battle.
“You presume to tell me what to do, Potter?” Snape hissed through clenched teeth.
“When it comes to my safety, yes. Right now I wouldn’t trust dear, old Dumblefuck as far as Mrs Norris could throw him.”
Both Harry and Professor Snape turned towards Malfoy when it sounded like he was choking. They were both equally surprised when they saw that he was trying to keep from laughing out loud. At the incredulous looks on their faces, however, he gave up and started howling with laughter.
“Maybe you should check Malfoy into the psyck ward instead of me, Snape.” Harry smirked.
“Perhaps. Would you desist in making a fool of your self, Mr Malfoy?!”
Slowly, Draco stopped laughing and got his face under control again while wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Godfather, but I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, can you imagine that mangy old cat trying to pick Dumbledore up and throwing him somewhere? I thought it was hilarious.”
“Yes, well…that is not the point right now! The point is finding out why Mr Potter here just had a nervous breakdown.” Snape said. As soon as he had finished, any humour that might have been present in Harry disappeared and he slid on his mask again.
“I did not have a nervous breakdown. I was just remembering some of the more…unpleasant parts of my past. I have dealt with it before and I will deal with it again. Now, please, leave me alone, I would like to get some sleep.” When none of the other occupants in the room seemed like they were going to leave, Harry got a bit pissed.
“Fine. If you’re not going on your own, I’ll just have to make you leave.”
“Really? And how do you propose to do that, Potter?” Malfoy sneered while crossing his arms over his chest, clearly thinking that there was nothing Harry could do. When a similar smirk graced Harry’s features, the three started to get worried.
“Like this.” Harry snapped his fingers, and suddenly Hermione found herself locked in her new bedroom, Draco was back in the Slytherin common room and Snape was standing in his chambers.
“DAMN HIM!!”
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The next morning found Hermione standing outside Harry’s door, knocking softly while hoping that he would not blow up on her.
“Harry? Are you up, breakfast starts in 10 minutes.”
“I’ll be right out, Mione!” Harry’s cheery voice shouted from inside.
“Ok, I’ll meet you in the Slytherin common room, then?”
“No, let’s face the snakes together.” Harry said as he opened the door while buttoning the last button on his shirt, his robe slung over his right arm and his schoolbag at his feet. His hair hung freely around his face, like a silky black curtain down his back. He put his new silver and green tie on and then pulled on the robe. Picking his bag up, he looked Hermione over while he closed the door behind him.
“Well, don’t you look nice. Looks like we’re both ready to take them by storm, wouldn’t you say?” Hermione looked down at her clothes and had to agree with her brother. They had both traded up from the standard of quality they used to have on school uniforms. Her knee-length skirt, white shirt and black robe were all of the highest quality, and her hair hung in gentle waves down her back. It was a big step from the bushy haired, buck toothed little girl she had been seven years ago.
“Yes we are. Now, come on, I don’t want to be late the first day.” Harry smiled at her and they made their way down to the tapestry to step out in the Slytherin common room.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, let’s go.”
They both passed through the tapestry and were met with the stares of the rest of Slytherin House. Both Harry and Hermione had their masks on, and Harry just raised his left eyebrow while giving everyone a look that clearly said ‘have you nothing better to do than stare at us like some gawking Hufflepuffs?’
“Come on, Mione, let’s go to breakfast. I’m sure that they’ll be handing out the schedules soon, and we wouldn’t want to miss dear, old Dumblefuck’s speech, now would we?” Harry said in a bored voice, while clasping her hand in his.
“No, I guess we shouldn’t. It is the first day of classes, after all.” Hermione answered with a sigh. Harry wasn’t the only one that didn’t like Dumbledore any more.
“Hey, Potter?”
“What is it now, Malfoy? Do you actually have something worth attention to say, or are you just talking to hear your own voice again?” Harry answered without turning or slowing down. As he and Hermione made their way down to the door, spluttering could be heard from behind them. Harry smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to see Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini standing with their jaws on the floor.
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When everyone was seated at their House tables in the Great Hall, Dumbledore rose from his seat and demanded their attention.
“Dear students, the teachers and I have agreed that we should have a Talent Show two days from now, to really get the term started. Anyone who wishes may enter, and you will be able to perform whatever you want. Say for instance, that you wish to sing; you will be allowed to sing two songs instead of just one. There will be opportunity to sign up after breakfast, a box will appear at each House table, please write your name and what you wish to perform. Thank you, now you may continue with your meal.” As soon as Dumbledore sat down the boxes appeared at each table. There was an instant clamouring to place pieces of parchment with names written on them in the boxes.
“Are you going to enter, Harry?”
“Don’t know, Mione. How about you?”
“No, I’m no good, but you’d be brilliant! I bet you could surprise everyone in the entire school.”
“Doing what, Granger? Glaring at everyone?” Malfoy said with a sneer.
“No, you idiot. Of course not.” Hermione hissed at him.
“What about you then, Malfoy? Plan on entering and showing everyone how long you stand preening in front of the mirror?” Harry said with a chuckle in his voice at the blush that seemed to be spreading across Malfoy’s pale face.
“Is that a dare, Potter?”
“If you want to view it like that, then sure. I dare you to enter the Talent Show and try to beat me for first place.”
“Fine, Potter. I accept the challenge.” Each picking up a piece of parchment, the boys quickly wrote their names and what they wanted to perform, dropping them in the box simultaneously.
“Find something amusing, Mr Potter? Otherwise I suggest that you take your schedule and hurry to class.” The cold voice of Severus Snape said behind him. Raising his left hand, Harry was handed his schedule for the next year. Glancing at it, he smirked.
Monday:
Magical Serpents
Double Transfiguration with Gryffindor
Lunch
Double Defence Against the Dark Arts
Healing Magic
Tuesday:
Animagus Training
Double Wandless Magic
Lunch
Double Magical Serpents
Double Potions
Wednesday:
Healing Magic
Transfiguration
Magical Serpents
Lunch
Triple Wandless Magic
Thursday:
Potions
Double Defence Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Double Magical Serpents
Animagus Training
Friday:
Triple Animagus Training
Lunch
Magical Serpents
Double Potions
“Well, looks like this year is going to be pretty interesting, wouldn’t you say?” Harry said with an amused voice.
“Better get to my first class then, I think I’ll have a bit of an advantage in this one. Coming, Malfoy? You did say you had Magical Serpents as well, did you not?”
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A/N2: Well, there you have it! It's not that long, but I'll try and get ch 9 up asap. Please review and make my day!
//LoveGD
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: Hi! Sorry for the extreamly long wait - I've been kinda busy, we're getting ready to sell our house, so it's just been chaos trying to get everything reday for when the real estate agent was here...But now it seems to have calmed a little. *thank goddess* Anyway, thank you all for the lovely reviews, I get so happy when I read them!
Here's chapter 8 - Enjoy!
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Chapter 8
The two Slytherins seemed frozen with shock as they took in the scene in front of them. Curled up in a foetal position on the floor was the Saviour of the Wizarding World, sobbing his heart out while whimpering for someone to please stop hurting him.
“Professor, please help him!” The sound of Hermione Granger’s panicked voice seemed to snap both Snape and Draco out of their stupor.
“Right, let’s give him this Calming Draught. It’s lucky that I always keep a few on me the first day of term. Draco, if you and Miss Granger would please hold Mr Potter still?” Snape said as he made his way to the crying boy. As soon as Hermione and Draco grabbed hold of Harry he started screaming bloody murder.
“No, please don’t! I’ll be good I swear, I’ll be quiet, please don’t hurt me, please…”
Finally being able to pour the Calming Draught down Harry’s throat, Snape gently massaged his throat to get him to swallow it. When the potion started working, Draco and Hermione reluctantly let him go, and Harry fell to the floor in a shaking puddle while breathing hard. As his breathing calmed down, Harry suddenly became aware that he was surrounded and he froze completely as his thoughts ran wild.
‘Shit, I’m screwed. Ok, Harry, let’s make use of that mask you spent so long perfecting, shall we? Just try and keep your cool, and maybe they’ll go away.’
“Harry? Are you okay?” Hermione said carefully as she inched closer to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You are clearly not alright, Mr Potter. Would you care to explain?” At the sound of Snape’s voice, Harry raised his head and glared at his professor and Malfoy.
“No.”
“Then I am afraid that we will have no choice but to inform the Headmaster…” Snape stopped talking when the look on Harry’s face turned murderous. He could hear Draco swallowing loudly beside him, and felt the urge to do the same.
“You. Will. Tell. Him. Nothing. Do you understand me?” The-Boy-Who-Lived was terrifying in that moment, and Snape imagined that this must have been how he looked when he faced Voldemort in the Final Battle.
“You presume to tell me what to do, Potter?” Snape hissed through clenched teeth.
“When it comes to my safety, yes. Right now I wouldn’t trust dear, old Dumblefuck as far as Mrs Norris could throw him.”
Both Harry and Professor Snape turned towards Malfoy when it sounded like he was choking. They were both equally surprised when they saw that he was trying to keep from laughing out loud. At the incredulous looks on their faces, however, he gave up and started howling with laughter.
“Maybe you should check Malfoy into the psyck ward instead of me, Snape.” Harry smirked.
“Perhaps. Would you desist in making a fool of your self, Mr Malfoy?!”
Slowly, Draco stopped laughing and got his face under control again while wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Godfather, but I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, can you imagine that mangy old cat trying to pick Dumbledore up and throwing him somewhere? I thought it was hilarious.”
“Yes, well…that is not the point right now! The point is finding out why Mr Potter here just had a nervous breakdown.” Snape said. As soon as he had finished, any humour that might have been present in Harry disappeared and he slid on his mask again.
“I did not have a nervous breakdown. I was just remembering some of the more…unpleasant parts of my past. I have dealt with it before and I will deal with it again. Now, please, leave me alone, I would like to get some sleep.” When none of the other occupants in the room seemed like they were going to leave, Harry got a bit pissed.
“Fine. If you’re not going on your own, I’ll just have to make you leave.”
“Really? And how do you propose to do that, Potter?” Malfoy sneered while crossing his arms over his chest, clearly thinking that there was nothing Harry could do. When a similar smirk graced Harry’s features, the three started to get worried.
“Like this.” Harry snapped his fingers, and suddenly Hermione found herself locked in her new bedroom, Draco was back in the Slytherin common room and Snape was standing in his chambers.
“DAMN HIM!!”
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The next morning found Hermione standing outside Harry’s door, knocking softly while hoping that he would not blow up on her.
“Harry? Are you up, breakfast starts in 10 minutes.”
“I’ll be right out, Mione!” Harry’s cheery voice shouted from inside.
“Ok, I’ll meet you in the Slytherin common room, then?”
“No, let’s face the snakes together.” Harry said as he opened the door while buttoning the last button on his shirt, his robe slung over his right arm and his schoolbag at his feet. His hair hung freely around his face, like a silky black curtain down his back. He put his new silver and green tie on and then pulled on the robe. Picking his bag up, he looked Hermione over while he closed the door behind him.
“Well, don’t you look nice. Looks like we’re both ready to take them by storm, wouldn’t you say?” Hermione looked down at her clothes and had to agree with her brother. They had both traded up from the standard of quality they used to have on school uniforms. Her knee-length skirt, white shirt and black robe were all of the highest quality, and her hair hung in gentle waves down her back. It was a big step from the bushy haired, buck toothed little girl she had been seven years ago.
“Yes we are. Now, come on, I don’t want to be late the first day.” Harry smiled at her and they made their way down to the tapestry to step out in the Slytherin common room.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, let’s go.”
They both passed through the tapestry and were met with the stares of the rest of Slytherin House. Both Harry and Hermione had their masks on, and Harry just raised his left eyebrow while giving everyone a look that clearly said ‘have you nothing better to do than stare at us like some gawking Hufflepuffs?’
“Come on, Mione, let’s go to breakfast. I’m sure that they’ll be handing out the schedules soon, and we wouldn’t want to miss dear, old Dumblefuck’s speech, now would we?” Harry said in a bored voice, while clasping her hand in his.
“No, I guess we shouldn’t. It is the first day of classes, after all.” Hermione answered with a sigh. Harry wasn’t the only one that didn’t like Dumbledore any more.
“Hey, Potter?”
“What is it now, Malfoy? Do you actually have something worth attention to say, or are you just talking to hear your own voice again?” Harry answered without turning or slowing down. As he and Hermione made their way down to the door, spluttering could be heard from behind them. Harry smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to see Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini standing with their jaws on the floor.
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When everyone was seated at their House tables in the Great Hall, Dumbledore rose from his seat and demanded their attention.
“Dear students, the teachers and I have agreed that we should have a Talent Show two days from now, to really get the term started. Anyone who wishes may enter, and you will be able to perform whatever you want. Say for instance, that you wish to sing; you will be allowed to sing two songs instead of just one. There will be opportunity to sign up after breakfast, a box will appear at each House table, please write your name and what you wish to perform. Thank you, now you may continue with your meal.” As soon as Dumbledore sat down the boxes appeared at each table. There was an instant clamouring to place pieces of parchment with names written on them in the boxes.
“Are you going to enter, Harry?”
“Don’t know, Mione. How about you?”
“No, I’m no good, but you’d be brilliant! I bet you could surprise everyone in the entire school.”
“Doing what, Granger? Glaring at everyone?” Malfoy said with a sneer.
“No, you idiot. Of course not.” Hermione hissed at him.
“What about you then, Malfoy? Plan on entering and showing everyone how long you stand preening in front of the mirror?” Harry said with a chuckle in his voice at the blush that seemed to be spreading across Malfoy’s pale face.
“Is that a dare, Potter?”
“If you want to view it like that, then sure. I dare you to enter the Talent Show and try to beat me for first place.”
“Fine, Potter. I accept the challenge.” Each picking up a piece of parchment, the boys quickly wrote their names and what they wanted to perform, dropping them in the box simultaneously.
“Find something amusing, Mr Potter? Otherwise I suggest that you take your schedule and hurry to class.” The cold voice of Severus Snape said behind him. Raising his left hand, Harry was handed his schedule for the next year. Glancing at it, he smirked.
Monday:
Magical Serpents
Double Transfiguration with Gryffindor
Lunch
Double Defence Against the Dark Arts
Healing Magic
Tuesday:
Animagus Training
Double Wandless Magic
Lunch
Double Magical Serpents
Double Potions
Wednesday:
Healing Magic
Transfiguration
Magical Serpents
Lunch
Triple Wandless Magic
Thursday:
Potions
Double Defence Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Double Magical Serpents
Animagus Training
Friday:
Triple Animagus Training
Lunch
Magical Serpents
Double Potions
“Well, looks like this year is going to be pretty interesting, wouldn’t you say?” Harry said with an amused voice.
“Better get to my first class then, I think I’ll have a bit of an advantage in this one. Coming, Malfoy? You did say you had Magical Serpents as well, did you not?”
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A/N2: Well, there you have it! It's not that long, but I'll try and get ch 9 up asap. Please review and make my day!
//LoveGD