This is a random idea, sparked in a note my friend and I had while we were still in school. I think, personally, it has potential. I know there are not a whole lot of Harry/Sev fans out there, but I LOVE the pairing. I hope this becomes a smash hit! And I PROMISE not to falter at the end like with Simply Irresistible. Which, BTW, will be edited and revised at some point this summer. Also, if people review that they want it, I'll make a sequel. Anyway. Enjoy my lovlies! P.S. My friend issued me a challenge. She wanted me to fit the line "You've just been NAVIGATED!" into the story. So don't freak when you read it lol.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS/SETTINGS IN THIS FIC! I just use and manipulate them for my own sick, twisted enjoyment ;D
Unexpected Grace
Chapter One
Late Night Meetings
A lithe boy with a small, muscular build, and raven black hair padded through one of the many silent corridors of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, the only sound accompanying him the sound of his light footfalls and his slight puffs of breathing. Possibly the most extraordinary thing about this boy, aside from his dazzling emerald eyes, was the lightening-bolt shaped scar, which stood out rather visibly on his finely-tanned forehead.
The many torches lining the walls flickered and danced and he dashed silently by, changing for but a second before going back to normal, leaving no evidence that anyone had been there at all. He turned a corner and dashed into a hallway that was completely black. Not faltering for a moment, he took out a long, thin piece of wood and muttered something under his breath. A bright blue light erupted from the end of it, but he seemed to take no notice, continuing on his path stealthily. He seemed to be headed for a door at the end of the passage, and his heartbeat sped up as he neared it.
Yes, he was going to make it. Just a few more steps and-
"Potter!"
Shite.
Harry Potter turned around slowly, desperately hoping that he would not see what he thought was there. No such luck. Some days, it REALLY didn't pay to be Harry Potter.
"Malfoy.." He said, defeated, as he finally turned fully around to face the pale boy with white blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.
Draco Malfoy smirked maliciously at his arch enemy from the other end of the hallway. Perfect.
Slowly, he began to stalk towards Harry, a purely predatory grin etched onto his aristocratic features.
"Brave little lion to wander so openly into the snake pit.." He purred, only about four steps away now.
Harry's eyes darted helplessly back and forth along the hallway, looking for en escape rout. Too late! Malfoy was now so close that Harry had to back up, only to be backed into the cold stone wall behind him. Malfoy's grin widened and Harry's heart stopped.
Shite.
It had only just then occurred to Harry that he DID have a wand, but before he could raise it, Malfoy, as if reading his thoughts, snatched it out of his hand and threw it to the side, the light slowly flickering, then vanishing.
And then Malfoy put one arm on either side of Harry's head, leaning until they were so close their noses touched.
Harry blanched when Malfoy leaned all the way in a took a deep breath of his neck, seemingly SNIFFING him, before he felt something warm and wet slide from his collarbone to his jaw.
"M-Malfoy! Stop it!" Harry gasped, but Malfoy only chuckled before sliding his hand under Harry shirt.
"You've just been NAVIGATED Potter!"( Challenge)Malfoy whispered into Harry's ear, then chuckled, reaching lower with his wandering hand.
Harry would have laughed at the idiocy of the comment, if the situation was not so serious. Malfoy's hand should NOT be there!
"Malfoy! I said STOP IT!" Harry yelled, trying, and failing, to push Malfoy off. He really was not that strong..
"Potter! WHAT is the meaning of-" Harry looked up at the shocked expression his potions master's face, and thought that he would NEVER be happier to see one Severus Snape in his life.
Snape stared at the boys with an unreadable expression for a few minutes, before shrewdly yanking Malfoy off of Harry. "Uncle Sev! What gives?" Malfoy yelled at the stony professor. NO ONE spoiled his fun!
"Mr. Malfoy, I do not think your father would appreciate you...inspecting the trash." Snape sneered at Harry. Surprisingly, Harry did not glare at him, but flashed him a most brilliant smile, a look of pure relief on every inch of his face.
Malfoy shrugged Snape off and marched away, not sparing the two of them a second glance.
Harry waited until Malfoy turned the corner leading to the Slytherin dorms, before pushing himself away from the wall and beginning to walk away. But he turned around not two steps later and flashed his potions professor another brilliant smile. "Thanks, Professor." He said, before continuing his trudge down the hall.
"Potter!" Harry heard the voice when he was naught but half-way down the corridor, and strongly considered ignoring it.
He decided against it, however, seeing as the man had LITERALLY saved his arse.
So, gritting his teeth, he turned around, only to see something dark flying at his face. Fortunately, he had been playing quidditch for five years and two months and had brilliant reflexes.
Catching it only just before it hit his face, he examined it more closely, only to realize that it was his invisibility cloak. Upon even closer examination, he realized that his wand was wrapped securely within its folds as well. He had almost forgotten!
"Professor Dumbledore felt you might need that.." Snape said quietly, before retreating back into his office, diminishing the only light that had graced the corridors since his wand had been thrown.
Harry grinned and turned back around. He knew that was a lie. Dumbledore had told him he would have to go to Snape himself and ask NICELY if he wanted his cloak back. Hence the reason he was sneaking into his office at 1:oo a.m., fully confident in his thoughts that Snape would not be there. He was suddenly VERY glad that he was wrong.
Harry threw the cloak around him and was almost immediately engulfed in a most delectable smell. Cinnamon, sweat, and something rather heady, but pleasant none-the-less. The mixture of smells was nearly intoxicating. He wondered where it came from. Certainly, he had never smelt it on Snape. Then again, he had never really been close enough to the man TO smell him.
He closed his eyes, still walking, and tried to think if he recognized the scent. However, he only got a few steps before there was a loud smack and a resounding THUMP. He felt a terrible pain in his head, and on his bum. What had happened?
Looking up, he realized that he had run smack into a brick wall.
"Ugh!" He groaned, pushing himself up, only to fall back down again.
"Oh, honestly Potter! You can't even WALK without someone there to hold your hand!" Came the familiar sneering voice from behind him.
Harry looked up groggily, only to see his potions professor looming over him. He looked angry. And a hint of something else. Was it? Could it be? AMUSEMENT?
"It hurts..." Harry groaned, clenching his eyes shut and rubbing his head with one hand, while holding himself in an upright position on the floor with his other.
"Of COURSE it hurts, Potter! What did you expect, running into a brick wall like that?" Snape practically snarled.
"Shhh! Don't yell." Harry groaned.
"Alright, up you get." Came Snape's voice, though it was much closer now. Harry suddenly felt a firm hand unto his arm and he was pulled to his feet quickly.
All the blood was rushing around in his body from such a quick change in position and his vision blurred momentarily, before he fell into Snape's warm chest. He took a deep breath. It WAS his scent! How delectable!
Harry, not thinking quite right due to the smack on his head, nuzzled closer to the warmth and smell or the chest pressed against his face.
It was only when Snape yanked him off, holding him at arms length that Harry realized what had just occurred. Oops.
Before he could apologize, or say anything at all for that matter, he was dragged into his professor's office, thrown roughly into a chair, supplied with a potion to clear his head and rid him of his headache, and back up in his dorm, lying on his bed. It all happened so fast that Harry was sure the world had been going in fast-forward.
He didn't dwell on it much, though. He was simply too tired. He fell almost right asleep, unconsciously holding the cloak close to his face so he could breath in the smell. It really was a delectable smell.
OK! That's all she wrote! Well...I wrote. I shall update, ASAP! But I'd like to get at least ONE review, ok?
P.S. It seems people are getting confused with the like "That's all she wrote!", so I'm adding this note. (Haha..it Rhymes..) When I say "That's all she wrote!" I do not mean that I did not write it myself! I mean that that is all there is! As in, no more! It's an expression. I only assumed that people would know this! I apologize for any confusion! Thanks you!