I guess I figured it out that day when I saw them together.
It seems rather stupid when you write it down on paper, but I honestly never expected for...them to be
together. I could see both of them apart easily. A dark, messy haired fellow with brilliant eyes that
seemed to illuminate any room. And a very different boy.
A boy of hatred. Long blonde hair hung cynically to his shoulders, and stunning gray eyes that could
bring a grown man to his knees with fright.
Yes, they were both two very different boys.
When I first walked into the room which had held the Mirror of Erised in both boys' first year, I had
expected what was always there; an empty classroom. Yes, I was breaking my own rule, wandering around
at night, but I was not a student, and had not been for many years. Headmasters are allowed to bend
the rules for themselves from time to time, as far as I am concerned. Actually, at that point in time,
I had been taking a great many walks, for that year was an especially difficult one.
The dark side was coming on, stronger than I could have ever remembered.
Of course, the students knew nothing, I didn't want to upset them. I sersiously doubted that even the
Ministry had a clue to as what was happening, for while Fudge was a good man, he had no sense for
emergencies such as these. I was, behind my mask of calm demeanor, secretly pushing back a slow panic
which was taunting me at that moment. It was sad, really, that a great man such as myself, Albus
Dumbledorem, should fear Voldermort and his followers, but I honestly believed that all witches and
wizards had some sort of fear. Mine was the good and beauty of our world being sucked into what was the
dark side.
However, I am very off track, since this is not how this story is supposed to be going.
As I said earlier, I was walking about the castle, wondering if it would be safe enough to tell the
Professors my suspicions of the dark side. It was a terribly hard decision, since I had to take into
account Snapes old alliegence to Voldermort, yet I was steadily working towards telling them all. I
hadn't meant to drop in on the two sixth year boys. The classroom was actually rather dear to me; I had
kept the mirror in there for a reason. I had tried teaching once, years upon years ago, and had not
completely failed, but had not been much of a success. I was much to kind to the students; I just couldn't
stand for someone to do poorly. It had been my old classroom, and I still liked to visit it and pretend
I was looking out over young witches and wizards, eager to learn. It just happened to be a room that was
already occupied...
By none other that mortal enemies Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
I was rather taken aback, though if you asked me now I would deny it. They were wrapped in each others
arms, sleeping fitfully together. Harry's hair was a little more mussed then usual, and they was an
unusual amount of color in Draco's cheeks, but I barely could tell a difference. They both looked so
content, like they had found what they had been wanting their entire lives.
Enemies to lovers...Who would have thought?
I left then, happy for the both of them, when suddenly, the thought occured to me.
Exactly how far HAD they gone in my classroom?
A/N: Well, hello! I wrote this a long time ago, as my first piece of HP fanfiction. I don't know why
I never posted it...*shrug* Oh well, do you like?
By the way, will someone please go read my other stories and tell me if they are worth continuing. I
want to, but I don't see the need in writing something no one wants to read. I'd appreciate it, You can
leave a review, or email me at poet_ladeda@hotmail.com Thanks!
It seems rather stupid when you write it down on paper, but I honestly never expected for...them to be
together. I could see both of them apart easily. A dark, messy haired fellow with brilliant eyes that
seemed to illuminate any room. And a very different boy.
A boy of hatred. Long blonde hair hung cynically to his shoulders, and stunning gray eyes that could
bring a grown man to his knees with fright.
Yes, they were both two very different boys.
When I first walked into the room which had held the Mirror of Erised in both boys' first year, I had
expected what was always there; an empty classroom. Yes, I was breaking my own rule, wandering around
at night, but I was not a student, and had not been for many years. Headmasters are allowed to bend
the rules for themselves from time to time, as far as I am concerned. Actually, at that point in time,
I had been taking a great many walks, for that year was an especially difficult one.
The dark side was coming on, stronger than I could have ever remembered.
Of course, the students knew nothing, I didn't want to upset them. I sersiously doubted that even the
Ministry had a clue to as what was happening, for while Fudge was a good man, he had no sense for
emergencies such as these. I was, behind my mask of calm demeanor, secretly pushing back a slow panic
which was taunting me at that moment. It was sad, really, that a great man such as myself, Albus
Dumbledorem, should fear Voldermort and his followers, but I honestly believed that all witches and
wizards had some sort of fear. Mine was the good and beauty of our world being sucked into what was the
dark side.
However, I am very off track, since this is not how this story is supposed to be going.
As I said earlier, I was walking about the castle, wondering if it would be safe enough to tell the
Professors my suspicions of the dark side. It was a terribly hard decision, since I had to take into
account Snapes old alliegence to Voldermort, yet I was steadily working towards telling them all. I
hadn't meant to drop in on the two sixth year boys. The classroom was actually rather dear to me; I had
kept the mirror in there for a reason. I had tried teaching once, years upon years ago, and had not
completely failed, but had not been much of a success. I was much to kind to the students; I just couldn't
stand for someone to do poorly. It had been my old classroom, and I still liked to visit it and pretend
I was looking out over young witches and wizards, eager to learn. It just happened to be a room that was
already occupied...
By none other that mortal enemies Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
I was rather taken aback, though if you asked me now I would deny it. They were wrapped in each others
arms, sleeping fitfully together. Harry's hair was a little more mussed then usual, and they was an
unusual amount of color in Draco's cheeks, but I barely could tell a difference. They both looked so
content, like they had found what they had been wanting their entire lives.
Enemies to lovers...Who would have thought?
I left then, happy for the both of them, when suddenly, the thought occured to me.
Exactly how far HAD they gone in my classroom?
A/N: Well, hello! I wrote this a long time ago, as my first piece of HP fanfiction. I don't know why
I never posted it...*shrug* Oh well, do you like?
By the way, will someone please go read my other stories and tell me if they are worth continuing. I
want to, but I don't see the need in writing something no one wants to read. I'd appreciate it, You can
leave a review, or email me at poet_ladeda@hotmail.com Thanks!