Harry Potter A different Story
disclaime: i dont own Harry Potter series
Snape's class started like any other class. Assigning a simple potion that the half-witted students could muster. Severus surveyed the students, watching for any signs that one of them made any mistakes. His eyes narrowed when they passed to his least favorite person in the classroom, Harry Potter. Snape clutched the wand in his pocket tightly, oh how he loathed Potter. He was so like his father, a spoiled little prat whom did whatever he pleased. Looking at Potter now he could see the bloody resemblance between the two. The unruly black hair, the spectacles, the only difference was the eyes. Those eyes of the only woman he would ever love lily Evans. She was the only one in Hogwarts in his adolescent years that treated him with any kindness.
"The remaining time is twenty minutes, when you are done I want everyone in the left side t o taste test the potion" Severus announced looking down in the parchment before him. He skimmed throw the ingredients written in the parchment meant for the potion for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He scrunched up his nose in disgust. He wanted the position for the DADA job but instead that bastard Lupin took it.
Draco sneered at his partner; it was that sniveling little clumsy annoyance Neville Longbottom. It was his luck that instead this potion meant to be brewed by only two people. His minions were partnered together and since this class was made of mostly Gryffindors he had to make due with one of them. Sadly he ended up with a complete twit. Just watching the oaf stumble with the mixing stick and dropping it on the floor he knew he was ruined. Sighing Draco looked at the ingredients written on the board: Pegasus feather, Vampire fang, dragon scale, and trolls claw. The potion was meant to increase a person's stamina for a long period of time. It also vitalized the muscles in the legs and thighs. He picked up the knife and began slicing the scale and adding it on the cauldron. The cauldron was filled with water from the lake. The lukewarm water turn a seaweed green color in low temperature room.
Neville pounded the fang till it was nothing but white powder and added the dust into the water that began to bubble. He glanced nervously at Draco who was focusing on the hard skin barely cutting the scale. Neville wasn't sure what to add next. He didn't want to look up because accidentally he might meet the eyes of his Professor, he wasn't afraid to admit but he was terrified of Snape, that man intimidated him, always looking down at him with piercing black eyes. Like now he felt those eyes on him, waiting for him to make a mistake and criticize him harshly. Neville began to panic; he did not want to be treated horribly by either Draco or Snape. So he added all the ingredients without noticing instead of adding Pegasus feather he put mermaid's gill.
He mixed the ingredients in the cauldron and instead of a white mist bubbling the mist was of neon pink. It gave of a fresh oceanic scent. Neville poured the pink smoke liquid into a wooden cup and handed it to Draco. Draco took a big gulp and downed the whole potion. He wiped his lips and fell to the ground. His body begun to convulse violently, his head jerking side to side. He clutched his stomach, his body curved into a ball. Pink foam escaped from his parted lips, his eyes rolled back. Draco felt searing pain in his stomach, he felt like something was ripping him from inside out. The pain was so intense that Draco passed out seconds after he drank the potion. Snape marched hurriedly towards Draco dropping to his knees. He checked the pulse and breathing. Both were erratic. With his wand he created a stretcher and gently placed Draco in it, he lifted him with a swish of his wand, the stretcher floating in mid air following behind Snape. Harry watched worriedly as Snape took Draco away. Harry walked to the cauldron that tipped over when Draco fell. All contents spilled on the floor. He touched the liquid substance, it felt thick like blood, but it wasn't warm, it was cold and slippery, it also smelled tropical. Ron was beside him looking at the pink liquid bubbling furiously on the floor. Harry was curious what had caused this strange potion to feel different from the one everyone took in class.
Madam Pomfrey was reorganizing her potion cabinets when the door was slammed opened she turned to yell at the rude person who would barge in her office. It was professor Snape who strolled in casually, a stretcher with an unconscious student floated behind Snape. Snape placed the unconscious student into one of the empty beds; the stretcher vanished with a flick of Snape's wand. Snape tucked Draco in; he stared at Draco worriedly. Draco looked so sickly, his white skin turned deathly pale, his breathing was shallow, his entire body shivered and he groaned softly in pain. Snape never seen anyone react to the potion like this. Unless Draco was allergic, but Severus doubted he was allergic. If that was the case Draco's tongue would've have swollen considerably and Snape could've easily given him an antidote. This was strange why had Draco respond to the potion like this? Draco was his best student in potion class despite how hard Granger tried. Malfoy's prided them selves in always doing things thoroughly and perfectly so how could Draco make a mistake.
Neville Longbottom. He was Draco's partner; it made sense now. That git must of accidentally mixed another ingredient in the potion, or did not follow the instructions. It did not matter that idiot caused this he caused Draco immense pain. Narrowing his eyes Snape was profoundly thinking on how he was going to make Longbottom pay. He was also going to find what caused this reaction and how to cure Draco. Brushing back strands of hairs that fell over Draco's hair he hastily stood up and made his way back to his classroom.
Days passed since the incident with Draco and no one heard any news about him. Since that day Neville's been rather gloomy and filled with crushing guilt. If he weren't so scared of Snape he would have paid attention to what he was doing. Then none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be so guilty and felt so terrified, the Slytherin table kept glaring and sneering at Neville, their hate so evidently pronounced. Neville kept ducking his head avoiding anybodies eyes. It was much worse during potion's class, Snape kept on adding up more homework to Neville's workload it was obvious Snape was condemning Neville. These days Snape had more hatred for Neville than Harry. It was a wonder Neville still made it to Snape's class.
Snape was focused on finding out what had caused this to Draco. He had some left over potion that spilled on the floor. He contained the liquid in a small bottle. Little pink mist was incased in the bottle. He had tested the potion on objects with no result; he also tested them on animals that caused strange reactions. The animal would start convulsing like Draco but its body would begin to bubble; expanding dangerous till it was too strain and the animal would explode. Body parts and organs splattered everywhere. Snape was getting frustrated as the days and weeks passed by he would lock himself in his study until daybreak and arrived to class ruffled and easily agitated. No one in potions spoke anymore all working on their assignment in tense silence.
A month in a half later after the incident he was in the office he was researching cases similar like that one when there was a knock. Sighing he stood up and peeked through the door. A rugged looking man in patched up cloak stood in the dark corridor. Remus Lupin, Snape balled up his hands but allowed Lupin entrance to his study. Remus silently thanked him and sat quietly in an armchair. He heard what happened to the Malfoy boy and felt sad for Snape; he knew how much that boy meant to Snape. He watched as Snape pulled out a vial and thrust it to Remus who took it and drank from it. He saw how exhausted Severus was, there were dark rings underneath his eyes, his skin looked paler. He looked as if he hadn't eaten in days. Finishing the wolf bane Lupin stood up and gently walked towards Severus who had his back to him. He moved tentatively, he opened his arms and brought them around Snape, bringing Severus to his chest.
"He's going to be fine Severus" Remus whispered softly.
Snape's heart beat frantically, thumping harshly against his chest. He roughly pushed Remus away growling under his breath. "Never touch me Lupin" Snape spat out, his voice waivered. A confusing sensation came over him when he felt Remus warm arms hold him so gently. His body reacted immediately; it protected the host from any intimate touch. The body much like the mind remembered the pain when similar touches as these hurt Severus. Any warm touches recreated painful memories that caused severe loneliness in Snape's heart.
Remus saw that frighten aching look in Severus eyes and sighed. Snape was still traumatized from the past it was so evident, Snape was still shaken from what happened years ago. Stepping back Lupin turned and walked out the door.
Remus looked out the window; the sky was gray and a harsh wind blew the weak autumn leaves of branches. The leaves dance and flowed on air. It was late October and Draco had not gotten better nor worse. He was unconscious still and only awakens to gasping; it made Remus sad to see such a young adolescent in pain. Though the only ones that seemed to care about the youth were the Slytherin's namely Pansy Blaise, Goyle, Crabbe and surprisingly Harry.
Since he arrived in the school he had heard from many students the deep-rooted hatred between the two boys. This saddened Lupin, it seemed like a repeating cycle without the extra romantically drama.
Remus would catch Harry sneak away from his two best friends and try to visit Draco, which was impossible for two reasons. One being madam Pomfrey who would not allow anyone in to be sure that no one would be contaminated with the could be pathogens that caused Draco to be so ill and the second reason was Snape. Snape had made sure to guard Draco. He had Goyle and Crabbe block the entrance to the infirmary; he also did not allow anyone near Draco for more than five minutes, which included Draco's friends.
It was understandable that Snape wanted to protect Malfoy but he over did it a bit. He wished he could help the poor boy but alas he was just a poor werewolf. On the upside there was the upcoming Quidditch game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. He was rather excited to see Harry play, like James Harry is also a seeker. Talents sure do run in the family.
Draco's eyes fluttered open, his vision was blurry and as he sat up dizziness overcame him. He grasped his head trying to ready the moving objects that surrounded him. When his vision was back to normal and everything stopped moving Draco pushed of the blanket and shivered, His chest was bare but luckily he had his pants on. Pushing himself of the bed Draco took three steps before staggering, hopefully Snape wouldn't wake up and find Draco flat on his arse. He was falling backwards when strong arms caught him gently. Draco felt warm lips breathing on his ears; he shuttered lightly feeling the warm breath on his cool ears.
"Malfoy be quiet do you want Snape to wake up?" Draco glared weakly at Harry.
"Well I o apologize for inconveniencing you potter but I thought why not try to wake up Snape and surprise him with me flat on my ass on the floor" Draco spat out his bitter sarcastic remark.
Harry ignored him and sat Draco carefully on the bed making sure not to stir the slumbering Snape on the visitor chair. He heard Draco soft panting and saw that it was a struggle to even manage those three steps.
It was a good thing Harry took his invisible cloak and decided to come and make sure Draco was doing well. Harry would never admit it to Draco but he did miss the little Slytherin.
In September On the train to Hogwarts Harry cornered Draco. Harry knew that Draco was the one who Summoned Dobby to Harry. It was in the house elves nature to obey their masters. It made more sense to Harry that someone sent Dobby rather than him disobeying orders, no matter how rebellious the little elf was. After half an hour of interrogation Draco finally confessed. He sent the house elf to Harry's home to warn him about the dangerous that would appear that year. Draco had learned what his father was planning and had summoned Dobby and told him to go on a quest: To prevent Harry Potter from returning to Hogwarts. Although Draco made sure nobody knew it was he who sent the elf. If anybody knew especially his father he would be mortally punished.
When questioned why would he risk being punished Draco answered: "I like you bloody potter" with a deep blush. Harry had no idea how to respond to this confession. So he did what any adolescent confused boy would do. Kiss Draco, which of course surprised both boys. Harry too admitted of having some kind of feelings that go a little beyond friendship; a little awkward silence fell over the boys and after a couple of minutes of quiet contemplating both boys agreed to date in secrecy.
The two boys would sneak of to snog here and there or just walk along the lake hand in hand (wearing the invisible cloak of course). Since the little incident in potion class Harry had missed his little Dragon.
Waiting till Draco had gathered enough composure and balance the two youths slinked out of the infirmary and cautiously closed the door before going into a silent walk, holding hands.
What they did not see as they left was Snape standing straight and stretching his joints. He shook his head of disapproval and left the infirmary. He remembered when he had a secret relationship with J- never mind who but he understood the dangers of being with someone your not suppose to be with. Snape learned that the hard way.
The next few days were a horrible; even though he had awakened Draco was still stuck in the infirmary. Snape had to run test on the ingredients of the potion they brewed. He had questioned Draco while he ate, asking what they had added to the potion or if they didn't mix the ingredients properly. Draco told him he followed the ingredients through and through he wasn't so sure about Longbottom. Snape had left Draco to rest while he investigated what Longbottom did. Draco was not pleased to have to stay in the infirmary for another two weeks. The only time he was allowed to leave was during lunchtime when everyone was in the dining hall and he was walking alone around the school. Though he was entirely alone, Goyle and Crabbe had to follow behind all the time. Morning till dawn, it was tiring to have them all the time, and what sucked was that time flew by excruciatingly slow. Those two were insufferable, they rarely spoke and when they did speak only idiotic gibberish sprouting from their lips. He truly missed having a half decent conversation with anyone besides these two.
Standing Draco limped to the door and exited to the vacant hall. He hadn't ventured to the Gryffindor dorms yet might as well do it now. His hips were soar, for some strange reason his hips had expanded and made him look rather feminine. His hair looked lustrous and sheen, becoming a lighter blond almost silver. His features were delicate and smooth like a girl's. When he could walk he swayed his hips moving along as he walked. By the way Blaise had stared at him he knew he looked different than before. In the first year when he arrived Blaise had informed him that some second years thought he was pretty. Which of course angered the Slytherin, Malfoys were artistically handsome not pretty. Curse his mother for receiving her looks.
He strolled down the hard stone hallway, the two minions following a couple of yards away. He had to find away to get rid of the two so he could actually breath. Looking back and forth he saw a passageway and decided to make a run for it. He pushed himself forward rushing past the ghost in portraits who looked amusedly at him. He hurriedly made his way up the stairs up the seventh floor. He heard the heavy footing of the two following him. He hastily ran back and forth through the hall anxiously looking for somewhere to hide, 'must find a place to hide…Escape quickly' Draco thought fretfully. On the third time he ran through the hall he noticed a door. He stopped and stared at the door apprehensively, he didn't know if he should enter since he has never seen such a door that gave him an eerie feeling. Hearing the hurried footsteps approaching he entered the room and saw a big study. There was a huge table spread across the room. Many objects were on the table: Ingredients, potion books, vials and other things necessary for potions. Draco made his way to the table and sat on the wooden stool. He looked at all these with awe and touched everything with careful hands. A giddy realization came to mind. This was the room of requirements that Snape had mentioned. Whenever you need it it will appear. Smiling Draco began to mix and create his own potions; he spent about an hour in the room before he realized it was time to go back to the infirmary.
When he returned Madam Pomfrey and Snape were glaring angrily at him. Ignoring their furious looks Draco lay down on the bed. He didn't care that they were mad he had finally manage to escape and enjoyed himself for a while. Closing his eyes he faked sleep and waited till the two left when the cost was clear he made another swift escape. He sneaked out and made sure he wasn't caught by that detestable Squibb and his hideous feline. The corridor was empty once again nothing but silence and darkness accompanied him. He missed having companions to speak to; hell he missed arguing with the golden trio. Particularly the-boy-who-lived. Yes others might believe they hated each other and were rivals but the truth was that him and Harry were secret lovers. It surprised him when Harry had kissed him on the train but he didn't mind it, after all he liked Potter since he first met the git. He made his way up to the seventh floor to go back to the study when he felt someone pulling him. Draco panicked when he felt a palm cover his mouth and pulled out his wand from his cloak.
Harry let go of the panicking Draco and smiled sheepishly at Draco who blushed in anger and embarrassment. He shoved back his wand in his cloak glaring viciously at Harry. Crossing his arms and waiting till his face cooled down Draco turned to Harry," Potter what are you doing here? Why have you decided to terrify me you bloody git" Harry noted how cute Draco was when he pouted so childishly but wasn't going to comment. It would only anger the Slytherin more and he didn't want there short meeting to continue so negatively. Harry brought his arms around Draco and felt the Slytherin blush against his chest. He stroked Draco's silvery hair and sighed happily. He truly missed his little dragon; the days without him were making Harry anxiously testy. He would snap when Hermione would try to make him do work he would tell her off, or when Ron would complain annoyingly about something stupid he would ignore him completely. But now that he had his dragon Harry felt an overwhelming calm and joy that he couldn't express in words.
He tilted Draco's head and captured his lips, a soft moan emitted from Draco's lips as Harry deepened the kiss. There tongues dancing a sweet dance. There bodies pressed so close together that the heat between the two excited their arousals. Draco trembled in Harry's arms he felt weak being held by Harry. He always reacted like this whenever Harry touched him intimately; he was vulnerable, seeking someone strong that would comply with his carnal needs. Their kisses and touches became more heated; the removal of clothing was hasty and clumsy. They stared at each other naked form aroused. Harry lustfully with dark desire wanted to take Draco. While Draco stared at awe at Harry's physique, yes harry was rather thin, but he saw the outline of muscle in Harry's body and licked his lips nervously.
They weren't experienced in the sex department but that wasn't going to stop them. Remembering what he read in the muggle book about homosexual fornication. He gently pushed a finger inside Draco's anus, Draco stiffened when he felt that finger probing his insides, it was so uncomfortable and he felt so disgusted. Harry added more fingers stretching him so he would be prepared; dipping his fingers he jumped when Draco screamed in pleasure. What continued onwards was an awkward but satisfying sexual experience clumsy thrusting and early release on both ends. Though Harry continued; the intense heat quenching his erect organ sent him to such bliss. He couldn't control his desire.
For two days Draco was raw and sore, he was limping for days and so wasn't close to escaping the two again. He ignored Harry whenever said boy would visit. It was his fault he couldn't visit the room anymore and create new potions. He had to make due with he potion book Harry had brought. He skimmed through the books and found it dull because he had done these potions with Snape before but at least it gave him something to do. He studied all the material and potions; he reread the stamina potion trying to figure out what happened to the one Longbottom created.
Slice the Dragon scale to three thin slices. Then pound the vampire fang till it become an almost clear dust and add to the lukewarm water, followed by cutting ogre's claw into cubes and the single Pegasus feather. Add the Dragon slices after all the ingredients into the cauldron, stir counterclockwise till the water begins to turn white then add a pinch of mermaid gill and clockwise stir for five minutes and drink the potion.
The effects are…
What could've happened to cause these strange symptoms? Could it have been the gills? Maybe he didn't add the gills. Sighing Draco closed the book and fell asleep. Just five days and he'll be able to return to class.