Title: Insuffrable
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything. I am a mere obsessive fan writing fanfiction.
Summary: When Draco Malfoy followed Harry, Ron and Hermione into the forbidden forest, he had hoped to get them in trouble. What he didn't expect was to be bonded to Harry Potter…Forever.
Prologue
Draco Malfoy was in a good mood. I
n fact, he was in such a good mood he almost felt like whistling but refrained since it was undignified.
Malfoys did not whistle, so instead he smirked…slightly.
And why shouldn't he be in a good mood, the war had ended, random people screaming death threats and chasing him with their wands raised.
Not to mention most (but not all) of the students hadn't tried to hex him for a whole two weeks.
After the war he had mostly kept to himself since most of his old friends and allies were either dead, in prison, and in hiding.
A majority of them were trying to get back in the Ministry's good graces by being "witnesses" in mock trials that always somehow resulted in the suspects mysteriously disappearing or worse, being sent to Azkaban.
So, it was safe to assume that associating with him would set them back about four or five months.
Draco turned a corner, feeling relieved when he didn't have to duck away from a jet of green light.
His good fortune escaped him when he ran into what he assumed was a brick wall.
Draco blinked.
"Sorry, I didn't see – oh it's you."
Draco glared up (he had somehow ended up on the ground from his encounter with the brick wall) and froze.
Ron Weasley glared back, next to him Hermione Granger narrowed her eyes, and last but not least the brick wall him self, Harry Potter, frowned at him.
Then, shocking just about everyone, Potter extended his hand towards Draco.
After a stunned silence in which Draco stared at the hand like it was an alien life form it finally dawned on him.
Potter was actually offering him help.
What on Earth could possibly possess him to do that?
Not truly understanding the situation, Draco Malfoy did what Draco Malfoy would have done in that situation.
He wrinkled his nose at the hand, starring at it as if it had crawled out of the sewer.
Draco's mouth opened but before he could utter a word he thought carefully about the situation.
He was outnumbered three to one.
I will not make a snide comment.
Draco recited in his head like a mantra.
I will get up.
Draco slowly sat up, relieved when Potter and his friends took a step back.
Okay, that wasn't so bad, thought Draco.
I might get out of this alive.
Draco glared.
The trio glared back.
I will not acknowledge Potter and his friends.
I am better then them in all ways imaginable.
I will not –
"Piss off Malfoy."
Bloody hell! His mouth must have opened on its own accord when he was too busy listening to his bloody conscious.
"Or you'll what Potter?" Draco heard himself sneer.
At this point Draco's conscious had thrown up his hands and grumbled about not being listened to.
It obviously did not understand Draco's mouth had a mind of its own.
Draco blinked as he looked at the other end of Weasely's wand.
The war must have done wonders to improve the red head's reflexes.
Then again, Weasely hadn't spent a week in a Death Eaters training camp.
Unseen by the other three, Draco's left hand slowly crept towards the wand hidden on the inside of his sleeve.
"Put it away Ron." Potter sighed.
He glanced wearily at his friend, lightly pressing his hand on the tip of the wand so it pointed down.
"What!?" Weasley exclaimed, staring at Potter disbelievingly.
"What?" Draco echoed, also staring at Potter.
He was surprised to find Potter avoiding eye contact.
Draco's eyebrow slowly rose.
"Harry's right Ron," Granger quickly spoke up, saving what could have ended up being an awkward situation.
"He is?" Weasley said slowly.
"I am?" Potter blurted out.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "We have no time for this, we'll be late."
With that said, she grabbed both their robes and steered them around a gaping Malfoy who wasn't so much gaping as staring blankly at where the golden trio had once stood.
Late? Late for what exactly? Draco glanced back at the trios retreating backs.
What could be so important that they would miss a chance to gang up on him– the boy who had essentially made their school lives miserable, while he was unprotected?
He certainly wouldn't miss a chance to torture any of them if they were outnumbered.
Draco stared after them, his mind wheeling. Maybe he could...
Shaking his head, he glanced at the darkening sky.
Pity, he would have looked forward to making Weasley puke slugs again.
Smirking at the memory, Draco headed towards the castle.
He had no interest in whatever Potter and his friends were "late for" even if they were headed towards the Forbidden forest.
Not. One. Bit. Interested.
Three and a half minutes later, Draco stood at the base of the Forbidden forest, debating on whether or not to follow.
He had vaguely come up with the wild notion that if Potter and his friends were dabbling in mischief (which he was sure they were) then if something went wrong (which it always did) then he'd jump right in, save the golden trio, and be labeled a hero.
Afterward, the Wizarding world would be so grateful.
They'd offer him millions and millions of galleons and he'd finally redeem the Malfoy name.
More importantly – Potter and his friends would be indebted to him.
There were absolutely no holes in his logic, none at all. In fact the plan was almost perfect.
Shrugging, Draco let his curiosity get the better of him.
Looking back, it hadn't been the smartest thing he had ever done.
A/N: First Fic, hope you like it. Feedback would be nice.