Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Nott
Chapter Number/Total: 9/41
Chapter Title: Nott
Words: 2840 Words
"Did you enjoy potions today, Draco?" Pansy asked from across the Slytherin table, smirking.
Draco arched an eyebrow, suspicious of her apparent good cheer. "Yes, did you?" he asked politely. Beside him, Theo was looking suspiciously at Pansy as well. He passed the bread to Draco without comment.
Draco had been sitting at the Slytherin table since they'd arrived at the school, so no one really paid it too much attention like they had on the first day. Harry still watched him, though. He couldn't help himself. He was still jealous of Nott, and Pansy too, for that matter, but he couldn't help that either. He was jealous of their pasts with Draco more than anything. They'd been his friends and ... lovers for longer than Harry had, and he still couldn't help thinking about how they might know Draco better than he did, as irrational as it was.
"Yes," Pansy said. "You certainly are all domestic with Potter," she added. "Not how I ever pictured you, Draco."
Draco shrugged. "I always wanted a family," he said, and she winced. He hadn't meant it to bring up old hurts. He had broken it off with her at the beginning of sixth year, long before he'd ever kissed Harry. But it probably didn't feel good to her anyway.
"You finally beat him," Theo said beside him, obviously trying to change the topic.
Draco smiled. He had been getting a lot of attention over that and he enjoyed it. He glanced at Theo, meeting his eyes and nodding.
Harry sighed, looking away and down at Valen. He kissed his blond hair and smiled.
"He's dripping on your shirt," said Ginny.
"Yes, he drips on everything," Harry replied. He took a napkin from the table to wipe at Valen's face as the baby tried to get away from the cloth.
Draco remembered then how comfortable Theo had always made him feel. In fact, he had been sitting with Theo the first time he had ever seen that Love Potion. He remembered Slughorn chiding them about how they knew nothing of obsessive love. And they had found that funny.
Draco blushed and looked down at his food. He had been staring into Theo's eyes without realising it.
Harry finished wiping Valen off and glanced quickly at Draco again. He'd thought about sitting at the Slytherin table with his husband a few times, like he had been going to do that first time, but didn't want to make Draco feel like he couldn't do anything by himself. Maybe Harry did treat Draco like a child, as Ron had said before. He frowned, sighing quietly.
Draco felt warmer and his heart sped up. He glanced shyly at Theo. Had the other man's eyes always been that amazing shade of brown, like milk chocolate?
Theo's mouth dropped open when Draco looked at him this time, licking his lips.
Draco suddenly had the urge to lick those lips himself. He could remember their taste even now and wondered if they would still be as hot.
"You know, I bet he'll be getting his first tooth soon," said Hermione from across the table. "Babies usually start that around his age."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," said Harry, frowning at what a tooth might feel like if Valen were to bite him while eating, which he'd already done with his gums. And that hurt bad enough. He glanced absently at Draco again. He frowned once more. Maybe it was just him, it was probably just him, but Draco and Nott seemed to be looking at each other quite often. Almost every time Harry looked over. No, I'm not going to do this again, he told himself.
Draco forced himself to look away. He tried to concentrate on his food. But his gaze kept returning to the beautiful man sitting next to him. His attention shifted and he looked down Theo's body. The other man had certainly filled out since they had last been together. How would it feel to touch him?
Harry continued to watch Draco. His husband was hardly looking away from Nott. At all. And they weren't even talking to each other. Draco was looking at Nott more than Nott was looking at Draco. Harry's frown grew.
Draco shifted closer to Theo, his thigh against the other man's. Theo snapped his head in Draco's direction, eyes widening in surprise. "Draco?" he whispered.
The blond leaned in to whisper against the other man's ear and felt the shiver his breath caused in Theo. "Meet me tonight," he said.
Harry's eyes widened and he clenched his hand under the table. His breathing sped up. What was Draco doing whispering in Nott's ear? Why would he need to whisper in Nott's ear? Draco knew how Harry felt about it. He knew. Why would he do that?
Draco's heart was beating fast. He wanted Theo. He wanted to know what he was missing.
Theo had gasped and closed his eyes. He hesitated and then whispered, "Where?"
"You know where," Draco answered, voice deep with promise. It had the desired effect as Theo shivered again.
Harry was scowling now, and very hurt. Did Draco not care at all about what he had told him? Harry couldn't believe that, but he couldn't think of any possible excuse for what Draco was doing right in front of his eyes. He was openly flirting - more than flirting. He was giving Nott that look that Harry knew very well. That look.
Valen whimpered and Ron looked over at Harry, concern etched in his features. "Harry?" he asked.
Harry's heart gave a painful beat and he felt frozen to the spot.
Draco was oblivious to his husband's reactions, only seeing Theo now. He slid his hand under the table and over the other man's thigh. Theo jumped, giving Draco a look of confusion.
Harry's eyes widened further and Valen began to squirm. His breath sped up even more. The possibility that Draco was playing a very, very un-funny joke couldn't be it. Harry didn't know what the hell his husband was doing. He looked to be groping Nott under the table. Groping him.
Even Ron was staring wide-eyed at Draco, his mouth open.
Harry didn't know whether to leave the room or to walk over to Draco and demand an explanation, but he certainly couldn't sit at the table and watch it.
Theo shut his mouth and was looking at Draco with a mixture of desire and surprise.
Draco smirked. He knew that look meant that Theo would meet him where he had asked. He released Theo's thigh and went back to eating, a smug look upon his face.
Pansy had watched the entire exchange with a small smile.
Harry was shaking now. Draco hadn't even looked up at him. Not even once. It didn't make any sense. Harry stood up from the bench and handed his child to Hermione, ignoring his friends' befuddled questions. He walked across the Hall to the door, expecting Draco to follow him.
Draco looked up when Harry left the room. He considered going after the other man but then realised that would mean an argument and he might not get to meet Theo.
He continued eating for a few more minutes. Then he leaned over to Theo again. "Follow me," he whispered. Then he got up and left the room.
Harry had stood and waited outside the doors for Draco, growing steadily more angry and hurt as the minutes ticked by. A few angry tears of frustration managed to escape him and he was utterly confused. Completely confused. He could not work it out. Had he done something? No, of course he hadn't. Draco had been fine right before they'd sat down, and he'd never acted that way before.
Harry was just about to turn back into the Hall and make Draco follow him when the doors opened and the person in question stepped out.
Damn, Draco thought. He hadn't counted on Harry waiting for him. He took a deep breath and turned to face him, trying to look normal. "Where's Valen?" he asked.
Harry couldn't believe Draco would ask him that while his eyes were red with tears and his face still wet. "Did you not see me get up and leave?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said, frowning. "Are you upset about something?" He hadn't even noticed that Harry was crying.
Harry closed his eyes and didn't speak for a moment. "Why did you do that in there?" he asked, unable to even spit it out how he wanted. The lump in his throat felt too thick. "You know we already talked about it. You know what I told you."
"Do what? Have dinner with my House?" Draco asked.
"You're going to pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about?" Harry asked incredulously.
"How would I know?" Draco asked, arms crossed defensively across his own chest.
Harry looked down as yet another tear fell but then looked back up angrily, his eyes burning. "You were ..." he gestured wildly in Draco's face, "with Nott!"
"Talking with Theo?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Why are you acting like this?" Harry hissed, unable to help it when that smirk spread across Draco's face. "Why the fuck are you acting like this?"
"Potter," Draco drawled, "you are the one throwing a tantrum in the hall. Over what?"
Harry's eyes widened again. He didn't even know what to say to Draco.
"I am going for a walk," Draco declared, and strode out of the entrance hall, toward the Slytherin dungeons.
Harry couldn't even think of words to say to stop Draco. He stood completely still, trying not to start crying again as he watched his husband simply walk away from him with no explanation.
Draco made his way into a deeper part of the dungeon, to the old store room. He used a simple spell to unlock it. Someone, long before Draco had come to Hogwarts, had placed a sofa at the back. He sat down and waited for Theo to join him.
***
Harry stood looking at the spot where Draco had been standing, just staring. None of this made an ounce of sense. He didn't even look away from the spot when the oak doors behind him opened.
"Harry?" came Hermione's voice after a moment. He heard her footsteps as she came towards him. "Harry ... what's...?" She finally came around to the front of him and gasped quietly. "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked, staring at his face.
Harry closed his eyes.
"Where's Draco?"
Harry's eyes opened again. "He went to take a walk," he meant to say scathingly, but it came out as a near sob.
"What's wrong?" Hermione repeated, her voice more firm.
"Where's my son?" Harry asked, ignoring her previous question and making to stride around her.
She grabbed his arm. "Ron has him," she said. "And he's perfectly fine. Please tell me what happened. Ron said he saw...."
"Draco flirting with fucking Nott?" Harry spat.
Hermione's eyes widened with his tone and she seemed speechless for a moment.
"Yeah, I saw it, too," he continued, more tears coming no matter how many he wiped away.
"That's ridiculous," Hermione said. "I'm sure he wasn't."
"I'm sure he was!" Harry said loudly.
Hermione glanced at the doors they were standing in front of. "Everyone can hear you shouting," she said. "Come with me and we can-"
"I'm going to get Valen," Harry cut her off.
"Look at you," she said, her grasp on his arm tightening. "He's with Ron and he's fine. Do you really think you should take him right now?"
Harry closed his eyes again.
"Listen to me," she said. "I know why you're upset, but does any of this make any sense?"
"No," Harry hissed. "That's why I don't - don't -" He reached up and pulled his hair.
"Come on," Hermione said, rubbing his shoulder. "Let's not talk where everyone can hear us."
"I don't want to talk abou-"
"Just come here and listen to me and then we can go and find Draco."
"I don't want to find him," Harry said, choked up again.
"Just come here, Harry," she said in a soothing voice. "Please just come here?"
He protested when she began to tug gently on his arm, but did follow, not knowing what else he should do.
Hermione pulled Harry up the staircase in the entrance hall, but didn't go too far with him. She stopped in a corridor on the first floor and faced Harry.
"What?" he spat. "This is pointless. I don't need to talk about it."
"Would Draco flirt with Theodore Nott?" she asked him seriously.
Harry scowled very heavily, his heart and fists clenching. "He did," he said.
"Would he?" she pressed.
"He did," Harry said again.
"But, Harry, you know as well as I do that he wouldn't. Draco loves you more than anything. Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," Harry spat. He suddenly felt like he wanted to kill something, and his eyes watered.
Hermione rubbed his arm. "I think someone slipped Draco a Love Potion," she said seriously.
"What?" Harry asked, voice high.
"He was fine before dinner," she went on. 'You two weren't fighting and he would never do that to you even if you were fighting."
Harry frowned, wiping at these damned tears!
"He sat at the Slytherin table next to Nott, who I've noticed has been ... staring at Draco," she said. "We were making Amortentia in Potions. Doesn't that make more sense than Draco suddenly acting so very different for no reason at all?"
Harry sniffed. "You think Nott gave Draco a love potion?" he asked.
"Doesn't that make sense?" she repeated.
Harry was silent for a moment. "Yes," he said. It did make a hell of a lot more sense.
"See?" she said. "All he has to do is take the antidote and he'll be fine."
Harry sighed shakily with relief, wiping at his face with his hands, but then he paused. "Nott gave Draco a Love Potion," he said.
Hermione's brows furrowed.
"Theo fucking Nott gave my husband a Love Potion," Harry growled. "I'll kill him." He turned abruptly, heading back for the Great Hall.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, moving quickly alongside him. "You can't start a fight!"
"Why not?" Harry spat. "Nott slipped Draco a Love Potion!"
"Because you can't!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching to grab hold of him.
"Fine, he and I can just sit down for a lovely chat," Harry said, not slowing his pace.
"Harry," Hermione groaned.
Harry ignored her, speeding down the steps. He strode quickly across the entrance hall and then though the oak doors. Several heads turned towards him when he entered and he began immediately for the Slytherin table - but didn't see Nott there. His eyes narrowed. "Where's Nott?" he asked the nearest Slytherin student, who looked to be in about fifth or sixth year.
The boy looked at him with narrowed eyes, but seemed cautious as well. "I don't know," he said. The surrounding Slytherins looked at Harry similarly.
Harry scowled. Nott wasn't in the Hall then. Harry went completely still for a moment. Neither was Draco.... Draco and Nott weren't in the Great Hall and Draco was currently under the world's strongest Love Potion. Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, turning and heading right out of the Great Hall again. He could see Ginny holding Valen at the Gryffindor table as Ron seemed to be getting worriedly to his feet, but he didn't stop.
He moved quickly out into the entrance hall again and headed in the direction Draco had gone when he'd left. He recognised the path to the dungeons.
Harry could hear Hermione and Ron following, and could hear Ron asking Hermione questions, but he still didn't stop. His heart was beating frantically and he could only imagine the sorts of things Nott and Draco could be.... He sped up, running though the halls and down staircases.
Chapter Title: Nott
Words: 2840 Words
"Did you enjoy potions today, Draco?" Pansy asked from across the Slytherin table, smirking.
Draco arched an eyebrow, suspicious of her apparent good cheer. "Yes, did you?" he asked politely. Beside him, Theo was looking suspiciously at Pansy as well. He passed the bread to Draco without comment.
Draco had been sitting at the Slytherin table since they'd arrived at the school, so no one really paid it too much attention like they had on the first day. Harry still watched him, though. He couldn't help himself. He was still jealous of Nott, and Pansy too, for that matter, but he couldn't help that either. He was jealous of their pasts with Draco more than anything. They'd been his friends and ... lovers for longer than Harry had, and he still couldn't help thinking about how they might know Draco better than he did, as irrational as it was.
"Yes," Pansy said. "You certainly are all domestic with Potter," she added. "Not how I ever pictured you, Draco."
Draco shrugged. "I always wanted a family," he said, and she winced. He hadn't meant it to bring up old hurts. He had broken it off with her at the beginning of sixth year, long before he'd ever kissed Harry. But it probably didn't feel good to her anyway.
"You finally beat him," Theo said beside him, obviously trying to change the topic.
Draco smiled. He had been getting a lot of attention over that and he enjoyed it. He glanced at Theo, meeting his eyes and nodding.
Harry sighed, looking away and down at Valen. He kissed his blond hair and smiled.
"He's dripping on your shirt," said Ginny.
"Yes, he drips on everything," Harry replied. He took a napkin from the table to wipe at Valen's face as the baby tried to get away from the cloth.
Draco remembered then how comfortable Theo had always made him feel. In fact, he had been sitting with Theo the first time he had ever seen that Love Potion. He remembered Slughorn chiding them about how they knew nothing of obsessive love. And they had found that funny.
Draco blushed and looked down at his food. He had been staring into Theo's eyes without realising it.
Harry finished wiping Valen off and glanced quickly at Draco again. He'd thought about sitting at the Slytherin table with his husband a few times, like he had been going to do that first time, but didn't want to make Draco feel like he couldn't do anything by himself. Maybe Harry did treat Draco like a child, as Ron had said before. He frowned, sighing quietly.
Draco felt warmer and his heart sped up. He glanced shyly at Theo. Had the other man's eyes always been that amazing shade of brown, like milk chocolate?
Theo's mouth dropped open when Draco looked at him this time, licking his lips.
Draco suddenly had the urge to lick those lips himself. He could remember their taste even now and wondered if they would still be as hot.
"You know, I bet he'll be getting his first tooth soon," said Hermione from across the table. "Babies usually start that around his age."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," said Harry, frowning at what a tooth might feel like if Valen were to bite him while eating, which he'd already done with his gums. And that hurt bad enough. He glanced absently at Draco again. He frowned once more. Maybe it was just him, it was probably just him, but Draco and Nott seemed to be looking at each other quite often. Almost every time Harry looked over. No, I'm not going to do this again, he told himself.
Draco forced himself to look away. He tried to concentrate on his food. But his gaze kept returning to the beautiful man sitting next to him. His attention shifted and he looked down Theo's body. The other man had certainly filled out since they had last been together. How would it feel to touch him?
Harry continued to watch Draco. His husband was hardly looking away from Nott. At all. And they weren't even talking to each other. Draco was looking at Nott more than Nott was looking at Draco. Harry's frown grew.
Draco shifted closer to Theo, his thigh against the other man's. Theo snapped his head in Draco's direction, eyes widening in surprise. "Draco?" he whispered.
The blond leaned in to whisper against the other man's ear and felt the shiver his breath caused in Theo. "Meet me tonight," he said.
Harry's eyes widened and he clenched his hand under the table. His breathing sped up. What was Draco doing whispering in Nott's ear? Why would he need to whisper in Nott's ear? Draco knew how Harry felt about it. He knew. Why would he do that?
Draco's heart was beating fast. He wanted Theo. He wanted to know what he was missing.
Theo had gasped and closed his eyes. He hesitated and then whispered, "Where?"
"You know where," Draco answered, voice deep with promise. It had the desired effect as Theo shivered again.
Harry was scowling now, and very hurt. Did Draco not care at all about what he had told him? Harry couldn't believe that, but he couldn't think of any possible excuse for what Draco was doing right in front of his eyes. He was openly flirting - more than flirting. He was giving Nott that look that Harry knew very well. That look.
Valen whimpered and Ron looked over at Harry, concern etched in his features. "Harry?" he asked.
Harry's heart gave a painful beat and he felt frozen to the spot.
Draco was oblivious to his husband's reactions, only seeing Theo now. He slid his hand under the table and over the other man's thigh. Theo jumped, giving Draco a look of confusion.
Harry's eyes widened further and Valen began to squirm. His breath sped up even more. The possibility that Draco was playing a very, very un-funny joke couldn't be it. Harry didn't know what the hell his husband was doing. He looked to be groping Nott under the table. Groping him.
Even Ron was staring wide-eyed at Draco, his mouth open.
Harry didn't know whether to leave the room or to walk over to Draco and demand an explanation, but he certainly couldn't sit at the table and watch it.
Theo shut his mouth and was looking at Draco with a mixture of desire and surprise.
Draco smirked. He knew that look meant that Theo would meet him where he had asked. He released Theo's thigh and went back to eating, a smug look upon his face.
Pansy had watched the entire exchange with a small smile.
Harry was shaking now. Draco hadn't even looked up at him. Not even once. It didn't make any sense. Harry stood up from the bench and handed his child to Hermione, ignoring his friends' befuddled questions. He walked across the Hall to the door, expecting Draco to follow him.
Draco looked up when Harry left the room. He considered going after the other man but then realised that would mean an argument and he might not get to meet Theo.
He continued eating for a few more minutes. Then he leaned over to Theo again. "Follow me," he whispered. Then he got up and left the room.
Harry had stood and waited outside the doors for Draco, growing steadily more angry and hurt as the minutes ticked by. A few angry tears of frustration managed to escape him and he was utterly confused. Completely confused. He could not work it out. Had he done something? No, of course he hadn't. Draco had been fine right before they'd sat down, and he'd never acted that way before.
Harry was just about to turn back into the Hall and make Draco follow him when the doors opened and the person in question stepped out.
Damn, Draco thought. He hadn't counted on Harry waiting for him. He took a deep breath and turned to face him, trying to look normal. "Where's Valen?" he asked.
Harry couldn't believe Draco would ask him that while his eyes were red with tears and his face still wet. "Did you not see me get up and leave?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said, frowning. "Are you upset about something?" He hadn't even noticed that Harry was crying.
Harry closed his eyes and didn't speak for a moment. "Why did you do that in there?" he asked, unable to even spit it out how he wanted. The lump in his throat felt too thick. "You know we already talked about it. You know what I told you."
"Do what? Have dinner with my House?" Draco asked.
"You're going to pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about?" Harry asked incredulously.
"How would I know?" Draco asked, arms crossed defensively across his own chest.
Harry looked down as yet another tear fell but then looked back up angrily, his eyes burning. "You were ..." he gestured wildly in Draco's face, "with Nott!"
"Talking with Theo?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Why are you acting like this?" Harry hissed, unable to help it when that smirk spread across Draco's face. "Why the fuck are you acting like this?"
"Potter," Draco drawled, "you are the one throwing a tantrum in the hall. Over what?"
Harry's eyes widened again. He didn't even know what to say to Draco.
"I am going for a walk," Draco declared, and strode out of the entrance hall, toward the Slytherin dungeons.
Harry couldn't even think of words to say to stop Draco. He stood completely still, trying not to start crying again as he watched his husband simply walk away from him with no explanation.
Draco made his way into a deeper part of the dungeon, to the old store room. He used a simple spell to unlock it. Someone, long before Draco had come to Hogwarts, had placed a sofa at the back. He sat down and waited for Theo to join him.
***
Harry stood looking at the spot where Draco had been standing, just staring. None of this made an ounce of sense. He didn't even look away from the spot when the oak doors behind him opened.
"Harry?" came Hermione's voice after a moment. He heard her footsteps as she came towards him. "Harry ... what's...?" She finally came around to the front of him and gasped quietly. "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked, staring at his face.
Harry closed his eyes.
"Where's Draco?"
Harry's eyes opened again. "He went to take a walk," he meant to say scathingly, but it came out as a near sob.
"What's wrong?" Hermione repeated, her voice more firm.
"Where's my son?" Harry asked, ignoring her previous question and making to stride around her.
She grabbed his arm. "Ron has him," she said. "And he's perfectly fine. Please tell me what happened. Ron said he saw...."
"Draco flirting with fucking Nott?" Harry spat.
Hermione's eyes widened with his tone and she seemed speechless for a moment.
"Yeah, I saw it, too," he continued, more tears coming no matter how many he wiped away.
"That's ridiculous," Hermione said. "I'm sure he wasn't."
"I'm sure he was!" Harry said loudly.
Hermione glanced at the doors they were standing in front of. "Everyone can hear you shouting," she said. "Come with me and we can-"
"I'm going to get Valen," Harry cut her off.
"Look at you," she said, her grasp on his arm tightening. "He's with Ron and he's fine. Do you really think you should take him right now?"
Harry closed his eyes again.
"Listen to me," she said. "I know why you're upset, but does any of this make any sense?"
"No," Harry hissed. "That's why I don't - don't -" He reached up and pulled his hair.
"Come on," Hermione said, rubbing his shoulder. "Let's not talk where everyone can hear us."
"I don't want to talk abou-"
"Just come here and listen to me and then we can go and find Draco."
"I don't want to find him," Harry said, choked up again.
"Just come here, Harry," she said in a soothing voice. "Please just come here?"
He protested when she began to tug gently on his arm, but did follow, not knowing what else he should do.
Hermione pulled Harry up the staircase in the entrance hall, but didn't go too far with him. She stopped in a corridor on the first floor and faced Harry.
"What?" he spat. "This is pointless. I don't need to talk about it."
"Would Draco flirt with Theodore Nott?" she asked him seriously.
Harry scowled very heavily, his heart and fists clenching. "He did," he said.
"Would he?" she pressed.
"He did," Harry said again.
"But, Harry, you know as well as I do that he wouldn't. Draco loves you more than anything. Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," Harry spat. He suddenly felt like he wanted to kill something, and his eyes watered.
Hermione rubbed his arm. "I think someone slipped Draco a Love Potion," she said seriously.
"What?" Harry asked, voice high.
"He was fine before dinner," she went on. 'You two weren't fighting and he would never do that to you even if you were fighting."
Harry frowned, wiping at these damned tears!
"He sat at the Slytherin table next to Nott, who I've noticed has been ... staring at Draco," she said. "We were making Amortentia in Potions. Doesn't that make more sense than Draco suddenly acting so very different for no reason at all?"
Harry sniffed. "You think Nott gave Draco a love potion?" he asked.
"Doesn't that make sense?" she repeated.
Harry was silent for a moment. "Yes," he said. It did make a hell of a lot more sense.
"See?" she said. "All he has to do is take the antidote and he'll be fine."
Harry sighed shakily with relief, wiping at his face with his hands, but then he paused. "Nott gave Draco a Love Potion," he said.
Hermione's brows furrowed.
"Theo fucking Nott gave my husband a Love Potion," Harry growled. "I'll kill him." He turned abruptly, heading back for the Great Hall.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, moving quickly alongside him. "You can't start a fight!"
"Why not?" Harry spat. "Nott slipped Draco a Love Potion!"
"Because you can't!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching to grab hold of him.
"Fine, he and I can just sit down for a lovely chat," Harry said, not slowing his pace.
"Harry," Hermione groaned.
Harry ignored her, speeding down the steps. He strode quickly across the entrance hall and then though the oak doors. Several heads turned towards him when he entered and he began immediately for the Slytherin table - but didn't see Nott there. His eyes narrowed. "Where's Nott?" he asked the nearest Slytherin student, who looked to be in about fifth or sixth year.
The boy looked at him with narrowed eyes, but seemed cautious as well. "I don't know," he said. The surrounding Slytherins looked at Harry similarly.
Harry scowled. Nott wasn't in the Hall then. Harry went completely still for a moment. Neither was Draco.... Draco and Nott weren't in the Great Hall and Draco was currently under the world's strongest Love Potion. Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, turning and heading right out of the Great Hall again. He could see Ginny holding Valen at the Gryffindor table as Ron seemed to be getting worriedly to his feet, but he didn't stop.
He moved quickly out into the entrance hall again and headed in the direction Draco had gone when he'd left. He recognised the path to the dungeons.
Harry could hear Hermione and Ron following, and could hear Ron asking Hermione questions, but he still didn't stop. His heart was beating frantically and he could only imagine the sorts of things Nott and Draco could be.... He sped up, running though the halls and down staircases.