Together

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to ProfessorSibly for her idea of how Harry and Tom can see each other during the school year! A dozen cookies for ProfessorSibly!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He was going to be late for class! Harry ran through the corridors until finally coming to a halt in front of the DADA classroom. With a sigh he walked inside and found the teacher wasn’t there. With a grateful sigh he sat down in an empty seat next to Draco.

“Hey Harry,” Draco said.

“Hey Drakey,” Harry said, grinning.

“Don’t call me that!” growled Drakey.

“Aw, why not?” Harry asked, pouting.

Drakey just scowled and looked away from his annoying black haired friend, trying to hold back a blush. There was no way he would let that boy get to him. No! Draco was already with somebody so there was no way he could have that sexy boy next to him, no matter how much he just wanted to- no! Stop thinking like this! La la la la. Not listening, not listening.

And while Draco was having that little inner struggle Professor Moore, better known as Ali, walked in. Instead of calling role she was trying to stop from laughing, having heard Draco arguing with himself. Eventually she gave up and started to burst out laughing, much to her class’s confusion.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, then looked at there teacher with confused expressions on their faces. Well, except Draco; he just had a raised eyebrow. Malfoys don’t do confused! Duh.

“Okay, okay. I’m fine, really,” Ali said.

Ali went behind her desk and picked up the role. She called out the names of the students with the occasional giggle. Harry was so proud of her when she didn’t giggle ALL the time.

When Ali finished role call she stood up in the front of her class and began the lesson.

“Okay, as you know I’m Professor Moore. I will be treated with respect. If you behave you will have fun in this class. If not then prepared for a very boring year. See? You get a choice; a boring year or a fun year, and I’m sure you all want a fun year right? Good. So do I. Let’s begin with what you will be learning. Get out a quill and parchment. I want you to write down what I magic onto the board,” Ali said, grinning, before pointing her wand at the board.

The students got out a quill and parchment. They were excited. By the way this professor acted, this would most likely be a fun class.

Words appeared on the board, signaling for them to write.

‘DARK CREATURES
Vampires
Werewolves
Incubus, succubus
Basilisk
Cerberus
Harpies
Dragons
Chimera
LIGHT CREATURES
Mermaid
Griffin
Phoenix
Angels
Seraphim
Centaur
Hippogriff
Cherubim
DARK AND LIGHT SPELLS (offense)
DARK AND LIGHT SPELLS (defense)
SPELL THEORIES
SPELL CREATION
ANCIENT DARK MAGIC
RITUALS’

After everybody had copied down what was on the board, students started to talk amongst themselves. It seemed as though their professor didn’t mind.

“This class is going to be great,” Draco whispered to Harry.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered back.

“Oi, Potter,” hissed somebody behind Harry.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, turning around to face the person.

Said person turned out to be Blaise Zabini. “Why are you sitting over here?” asked the Italian boy suspiciously.

“Because we got over our differences and are now friends. He no longer wishes to be friends with Weasley and Mudblood,” Draco whispered back to his friend.

Blaise smirked. “Well, any friend of Draco’s is a friend of mine,” Blaise said, extending his hand. “Blaise Zabini. A pleasure to meet you.”

Without hesitation, Harry shook the offered hand. “Harry Potter. The pleasure’s all mine,” Harry said grinning.

“Now, as much as I’m sure you all love talking, it’s my turn. I would like to warn you that I will probably not teach you these in order. Most likely, we’ll be all over the place. But I will probably start on Dark Creatures. I know you’ll probably learn all about them in Care of Magical Creatures and all but you need to know something other then taking care of them,” Ali started. “This year, you all will be learning about rituals, offence and defense spells, ancient dark magic, and something I’m sure you will all enjoy, spell creation. By the end of this year you will all have created your own spell.

“On another note, I will have a club for anybody interested. It will be a spell creation club for those who want to learn more about it and want to create more then just one spell. But I warn you,” Ali said the last part seriously. “Do not, I repeat, do not try to create a spell without supervision. Creating spells can be dangerous if done incorrectly. You can be seriously hurt of killed. Those who join the club and do well will get a license that allows you to create spells.”

Ali talked about what her classes will be like until the bell rang.

“Mr. Potter, please stay,” Ali said while everybody got ready to go.

When everybody left, Harry walked up to the desk. “Yeah?”

“Here,” Ali said, handing a small box to Harry. “This is from Tom. It’s a portkey. Well, what’s in the box is a portkey. It’s password activated. Now get going before you’re late.”

“Thanks,” Harry said before rushing off to his next class.

Harry stuffed the box in his pocket and hurried to get to Care of Magical Creatures. He barely made it, though he was sure he wouldn’t lose any points because Hagrid was his friend. Then again, he wasn’t so sure about that. Maybe Hagrid was in on it too?

“Wel’ome ‘o ano’er year, and your las’, of Care of Ma’ical Crea’ures class. Le’s ge’ star’ed shall we?” Hagrid began.

The class seemed to go on forever. The half giant just went on and on and on about what they would be doing that year in class. Could it be even more boring? No. Hell, it got even more exciting when Weasley and Mudblood decided to talk to him. Oh joy. Not.

“Hey Harry. What do you think of Professor Moore’s class? I think it’ll be great!” Granger whispered excitedly.

“Yeah. Though, it does sound a bit dark, if you ask me, mate,” Ron whispered.

Harry gritted his teeth and tired to pay attention to Hagrid. But sadly, he could not, so he gave up. The two idiots next to him were whispering in his ear about all sorts of stuff. He was trying as hard as he could not to punch them.

Soon the bell rang for lunch, though it seemed like an eternity to Harry. When he got to the Great Hall with the others, he sat with the Slytherins. He didn’t eat or talk much. Instead the thought about what could be in the small box in his pocket. Curiosity won him over, so he left without finishing his chicken.

He headed straight to the common room without realizing that a certain blonde was following him. With his books slung over his shoulder, he made it to the common room and then went up to the seventh year dormitories.

Harry took his burden and through it on the bed before sitting down next to it. He pulled the small box he got from Ali out of his pocket and just as he was about to open it, Draco made himself known.

“What’s that?” the blonde asked.

Harry looked up, startled, before scowling. “Why did you follow me?”

“Because I was curious as to why you’d leave lunch so early. And now I know the Gryffindor password and where the Gryffindor common room even is. So spill. What’s in the box?” Draco said, smirking at the brunette.

“I’m not really sure either. Ali gave it to me,” Harry said, looking back down at the box.

“Well, you aren’t going to find out by just staring at it. Open it,” Draco urged.

Harry did. Inside the small box was a ring. It was shaped like a snake. The mouth of the snake was devouring it’s tail and it had rubies as eyes. The snake itself was made of silver. It was a beautiful ring. Harry and Draco both looked at it in awe.

“It’s a ring,” Harry said.

“Nah, duh!” Draco retorted.

Harry just scowled and threw the box at Draco. It hit the blonde boy right in between the eyes, causing him to send a death glare at Harry. Oh, and something fell out of it.

“It’s a piece of parchment,” Draco stated.

“Nah, duh!” Harry mocked.

It was Draco’s turn to scowl. He handed the yellowish parchment to Harry and waited as Harry read it silently. It read:

‘Dear Harry,
This ring is a Portkey. It will take you to my manor whenever you want. All you have to do is say the password which is ‘loverboy’. This must be said in Parsletongue. I have a ring similar to this one, but it has emerald eyes. I was hoping you would come visit me November 1st.
Love,
Tom M. Riddle’

Harry smiled as he read it. Who knew the Dark Lord could be a romantic? Certainly not him, that’s for sure.

“Who’s it from,” Draco asked after several moments of silence. “And who’s Ali?”

Harry chewed his bottom lip, pondering on whether or not he should tell Draco. Looking at his watch, Harry realized that there was only a few more minutes until lunch was over and it was time for class.

“Meet me in the Room of Requirement after classes are out. But you have to promise to keep what I tell you a secret,” Harry said at last.

“Fine. Now I have to get out of here before the Gryffs get here. See ya later,” Draco said before walking out.

With a sigh, Harry took out the books he didn’t need and put the books he did need in his bag. Then he hoisted it over his shoulder, put on the ring, and walked to his next class. These damn classes couldn’t end sooner.

But they would eventually end. Harry was in his last class of the day and there was forty minutes left. He wished the stupid class would just hurry and be over with. It’s not like McGonagall was trying to be interesting or anything. And if she was, she was doing a poor job of it.

But then it got interesting.

Neville was attempting to try the spell they were reviewing and ended up glued to the ceiling. Don’t ask how that happened though. The thing that got them out of class though, was that it affected four other students to. So, while McGonagall was trying to get them down, they were free to go.

Harry was grinning when he was finally out of class. Now he would have some time to himself before Draco got there. When he went up to the seventh floor and was standing in front of where the door for the Room of Requirement would soon be, all he could think of was having a nice hot bath. But he also thought about meeting with Draco.

So when he went through the large oak door, he found himself in a comfortable room with a fireplace, two chairs, and a three seat couch. It was decorated with light woody colors like light greens and browns. Then he noticed another door. Curious, he put down his books down and went through the door.

On the other side was a bathroom similarly colored as the other room. But then he saw the bathtub. It was huge! It was bigger then the prefects bathtub. With a delighted squeal, Harry ran some hot bathwater before stripping down to nothing. He had half an hour to wait anyway, so why not?

The tub filled remarkably fast, almost like magic. Soon, Harry was sinking into the tub with a blissful sigh. And there he sat and after a few minutes he fell asleep.

It wasn’t until he heard a door opening that he woke up. Since he didn’t have his watch on, he could only guess it was about half an hour later. Wait, half and hour? Draco! Oh shit.

Harry scrambled out and just got out of the tub and was reaching for a big, fluffy, light green towel when Draco stepped in. Both boys froze. Harry’s face soon turned as red as Weasley’s face. There he was, standing naked in front of Draco. Finally reacting, Harry reached for a towel and put it around his waist. Draco ran off into the other room.

Though Harry was embarrassed, Draco was in heaven. He had just seen Harry without anything on! But there was one little problem… he was now sporting a hard on. And Harry was in the other room so there was no way he could… solve that little problem. With all his might, he tried to will it away. He thought about Filch in a bikini, which quickly made his erection disappear, but it also gave him horrible images. Now, he doubted he would ever be able to get hard again.

Then Harry came in. At least this time the boy was dressed.

“Can we please just forget that ever happened?” Harry begged.

No. “Yeah,” Draco said, looking at his feet.

Harry sat down in a chair opposite of Draco. They sat in silence like that for several moments, until Draco decided to speak up.

“So, are you going to tell me what you promised?” Draco asked, looking up at Harry.

Harry looked up to. “Sure. In short, I’m half Dark Veela, from my mum’s side. Voldemort is my mate. Ali is his vampire grandmother. You know her as Professor Moore. She’s here to teach me things that you don’t learn in school. You know, illegal Dark Arts and stuff. Does that explain it?” Harry explained.

Draco sat there in shock, gaping at the boy in front of him. He was surprised when Harry started to chuckle.

“Flies, Draco, flies,” Harry chuckled.

“Huh?”

“They’ll fly right into your mouth if you don’t shut it,” Harry said.

“Oh,” Draco said, closing his mouth.

“So, what now?” Harry asked.

“Now, we go to our common rooms and go act as though we never left. I want to take a bath before the others do, so I’ll see you later,” Draco said, turning to leave. But before he left he turned back to Harry. “And congratulations on finding your mate. I’m a regular Veela and I’ve yet to find mine.”

Then he left Harry there alone to think. But he didn’t think to long because he had a headache and was ready to go to bed early. Falling asleep in the bath should be enough proof that he was tired. So, with a sigh, Harry picked up his books and went to Gryffindor tower to sleep for the rest of the day.

A/N: Yes! This chapter is longer the most have been lately. I don’t know how good it is but I think it’s okay. Like it, love it, hate it? Cookies to those who review!