Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Finally, after the long wait, the sequel to Dance With Me! I have been working on this tirelessly for weeks now and there are a lot more chapters, ready to go. The plan is to update once a week, every Friday. Cross my heart hope to die!! I hope you enjoy this as much as the first. Without further ado, Come Back With Me…
SLAM!!
Harry's eyes flew open and he rushed to Draco's side, "Breath! What happened? Breath!"
The platinum Slytherin gripped his half -finished punch with one hand and the punch table with the other. He was doubled over, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth was sucking in oxygen like he couldn't ever get enough.
Harry pulled the gasping boy back into himself and held him fast, yelling for help. The teachers did nothing…Snape stood smiling in the back.
The attack lasted moments that seemed, to Harry, like hours. Then Draco fell just short of completely limp in his protective hold.
The room had stopped dancing…everyone stared at Harry and Draco…the couple that had brought some weird harmony to the school.
Hermione released Ron, her heart tensing with worry for her friend and her mind clearing of the infatuated fog it had been filled with. Something similar was occurring in Ron and it only took them both moments to be cured enough to run forward to help.
They had only arrived at their friends side seconds before Draco raised his head and seemed to stare at nothing. His face and eyes became first clear…and then angry. The remedied Slytherin threw back his arm, grabbed Harry by the sleeve of his robe, and tore him away.
Draco flipped around and stared down the crowd first and then Harry, "Sick bastard…FUCK YOU." His face distorted with anger and emotion as he flung himself forward into a dead bolt for the door.
As he left in a flury of silver and fury, Harry fell to floor, Snape stood triumphant, and the school began to once more break apart...
FIFTEEN YEARS LATER
"Calisle, for the love of everything, try not to blow us all up! The dragon's scale CANNOT be mixed with the troll drool!" Draco stood, breathing deeply, in front of his worst student, Calisle Trimberlee. The clumsy boy sat covered in fire extinguisher fluid that had just moments before flown from his professors wand.
"Ss..ss…sorry Professor Malfoy." He bowed his head bashfully. The rest of his class was covering snickers and giggles in the background.
Draco shook his head, "Twenty points from Hufflepuff. Calisle, if you can't learn to be careful and follow the directions I give then I am going to be forced to withdraw you from the class. You cannot graduate without this class, consider that." He turned to the rest of his class, "Your all dismissed."
All the students stood, snickering heavily, and walked from the room. Calisle followed drearily behind.
"That boy is going to be the death of me…"
"Hey, Draco, I heard about the lab incident today. I hope you weren't too hard on Calisle." Hermione Granger sat at the professor's table in the Great Hall smiling to herself as the blonde sat beside her.
He simply grimaced, "That idiot is a walking accident, I should just pull him out of the class."
"No one is good enough to pass your class are they?" She took another bite of her soup, "Don't look at me like that, I hear the students talk about you. Still the Ice Prince after all these years."
He blinked at her a few times before shrugging and dishing himself up his own small portions, "If they did the work they wouldn't have anything to worry about."
"If they were perfect they wouldn't have anything to worry about."
"Yes, well, they will learn eventually."
She glared at him, "I hope that was a joke."
He shrugged innocently, "You never know."
"You really should cut them a break, he would have..."
He cut her off, "Don't start that again...please don't start that again."
Draco had shown up out of the blue just two years earlier with nothing left but his name, which was a brand of pure evil for most. The Dark Lord was no more and with him he had taken Dumbledore, Snape, countless numbers of his friends, both his parents, and...his memory in a way. He wanted forgivness, he wanted to prove himself better than his family name, and more than anything he wanted to make amends for the pain he caused...he wanted to be what Harry had wanted him to be...before the last battle...before that damnable remedy.
Hermione looked at him apologetically, "You do know I believe you have made the change for the better. He would have been happy to see you like this." And before Draco could respond she stood with half eaten bowl of soup and left leaving him to wonder if it was really true. If he would really have taken him back.
A/N: That's right, fifteen years have passed and Harry is dead. The last book is not in effect here because, of course, I was writing this before it came out! The update will be next week, I hope you like it so far! Now review! Review, review,review...