Repetition

This is the second story that I'm working on, though it's temporarily on hold till I finish my other one. There are several chapters to this story already written that I will post though. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think.

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Chapter One

Favouring his left leg, the blonde teenager tried to discreetly make his way through the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was trying to get to his godfather’s private rooms so he could ask for some much needed advice. Pain kept coursing through his body with every few steps, making it incredibly difficult to even concentrate on arriving at his destination.

After several long minutes of limping and panting, the boy came upon a portrait of a dark-haired man from centuries ago. Knocking soundly on the door he waited a couple of moments before noises of rustling could be heard from within a room behind the large picture. The portrait flung open, nearly hitting the teenager in the process, revealing a tall, ominous looking man who scowled down at his visitor.

“Is there something you need Mr. Malfoy? I’m rather busy at the moment,” said the man known as Professor Severus Snape, or more commonly to the students, the greasy, bat-like git of Slytherin. The man was the potions teacher at Hogwarts and also the Head of Slytherin House and far from being the favourite teacher of the students. Evidentially he was also named Draco Malfoy’s godfather when the boy was born sixteen years ago.

Draco gave a small smile to his professor. “I needed some advice Uncle Sev,” he responded. A blush spread across his pale cheekbones at the thought of what he needed help with.

“It’s Professor, Mr. Malfoy. Come in and make it quick,” the teacher instructed, a frown marring his features. Black eyes gazed down at the student over his large, hooked nose.

The teen entered his surrogate uncle’s chambers, taking a seat on an armchair in the sitting room near the crackling fireplace. “Professor, I’m having trouble with something. See there’s this person I really, really like but I don’t know if they feel the same way about me. I don’t know what I should do. I could tell them I like them but what happens if they don’t like me back? I don’t think I’d be able to deal with that. What do you think I should do?” he asked. He had been debating over this dilemma all summer about what his plan of action should be. There were major consequences to the relationship if they somehow managed to create one.

A sharp eyebrow rose on the Professor’s pallid face. “It is not up to me whether you chose to tell said person of your feelings or not. You either do it or you don’t. Now if that’s all, go back to your dorm. I have work to do,” Snape said standing up. He ushered the teenage boy out of his quarters, into the dark hallway.

The door slammed in Draco’s face before he could get another word out. Slight pain shot through his chest at the motion. It was always like this. He would have no one to talk to at home so when he got to school for a new year, he would attempt to talk to his godfather but would usually get shooed away before getting anything considered real advice.

At home his parents were even worse. His father was a businessman and a huge supporter of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Since birth, Lucius Malfoy had ‘trained’ his son to be the perfect pureblood heir and servant to his Dark Lord. The so-called training included beating, torturing, any form of neglect that he could get away with on Draco. Narcissa, his mother, didn’t physically abuse her boy but she didn’t act like any kind of caring mother he wished for. She looked down on him too, never giving a second thought about him. These were the reasons why Draco had not talked about his problem with his parents. They just didn’t care about him to help him in any form.

There was absolutely no way that he would even considering talking to his classmates. Supposedly they were his friends but even he wasn’t that stupid. They were just there because of his status as a pureblood and his family’s money. Crabe and Goyle were pretty much his bodyguards outside of Slytherin dorms, inside they were nothing but roommates. Blaise was just in it for the connections to such a predominant family in the wizarding world hierarchy. Pansy was the same but she had an arranged marriage planned with him, their parents had created the agreement when they were just young kids.

That didn’t include the fact that they were all homophobic and probably would have secretly kicked the crap out of him if they found out he was in love with another guy. It was the main reason why he hadn’t already declared his fondness to his crush. The wizarding world in general was homophobic. It was even worse than the muggle world which had slowly but surely been improving in its tolerance to others in the past hundred years.

His crush, who definitely was not a Slytherin, was most likely homophobic. If not him then his friends would be. They would be the deciding factor in all this. It was another reason why he was scared to go forward with the truth. At least this was his last year in Hogwarts so if something did happen he would only have to deal with ten months worth of crap from everyone before he could disappear into the world and not come back.

It was worth a try at least. Once his father found out he didn’t want to join the Death Eater ranks, Draco would have to go into hiding anyways. It was either that or die at the hands of Lucius.

Mumbling the password to the Slytherin dorms, Draco entered into the stylish yet dark, silver and green common room. Students from all the years mulled around talking and playing games. They recounted their summers to each other and made plans for the upcoming year and everything in between. All in all, they were being friends like most teenagers do.

Putting on a cold indifference, Draco strode through the noisy room. His limp mysteriously disappeared until he made it to his private bedroom. Shutting and locking the door, he let down his guard. A pained expression immediately over took his previous one. Pulling out his wand, the boy sat stiffly on his bed and began casting healing spells on himself before pulling out some salves and potions to clean and heal the many cuts and bruises on his usually creamy-white body. Downing a bottle of Dreamless Sleep he lay down before immediately falling asleep.

Tomorrow he vowed to go and talk to one Harry Potter about his feelings for said boy. Before he passed into the void of deep sleep, he hoped with all his might things would look better for him soon. He just didn’t know what he would do if he was shunned by the one person he had feelings for. The one person he had been fighting with for the past six years. Harry Potter who was supposed to be his arch-enemy in this game called life.

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