Yes, it's true! Crystal isn't dead! ^_^ Sorry guys, I know it's been a while. But I was in a total HP slash slump. LOL! Say THAT five times fast ^_^ besides my slash needs were fulfilled with my daily dose of Harry Potter slash role plays with two of my friends, Angel and Klee ^_~ I play Draco, hehe. big surprise there, huh? ^_^ also those of you waiting for more of 'Less Than Perfectionis' have no fear, I plan on continuing it soon ^_^ In the mean time, enjoy my latest fic! I hope you guys like it at least a bit =)
Disclaimer to save my ass: I don't own the Harry Potter crew. They belong to Rowling. (It's about time she gets that fifth book done, whoo! Two months to go! =D) I only own the bitch, Star Pellerin LOL. ^_~
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It had been no secret that Lucius Malfoy had come to Hogwarts to see his son. As it never was. The older Malfoy had an air about him that even before he entered the school, everyone knew he was about to. In fact he'd started to come more and more frequently, so much so that Harry's friends were getting suspicious.
"He's probably trying to come up with something to get you, Harry," Ron would say each time. "Him and Malfoy. Do you see the way Malfoy looks at you more often during classes and meals? They're up to something."
Even Hermione, the groups 'level-headed' one, had to admit she was getting nervous. "Ron's right, Harry. Malfoy has definitely been paying more attention to you. Even when you're not in a shouting match."
"Well you're dating Pellerin, what does she say about it?" asked Harry. He appreciated their concern, and it was starting to get him thinking.
Hermione's girlfriend, Star Pellerin, was a Slytherin and Malfoy's closest friend. If anyone knew, she must. Right?
The brunette shook her head. "All she says is that it's 'family meetings', and none of my business. I even threatened her with no sex."
"Ugh. Too much information!" Ron cried. It was still hard to get used to the idea that his ex-girlfriend was now a lesbian. Or bi. Or whatever. If it was any other two girls he'd probably be interested in details, but not Hermione and Star.
Hermione gave him an apologetic look.
"Guys, we'll just see what happens. Okay? There's nothing else we can do right now except wait, as much as I hate that. We have nothing against Malfoy yet that even warrants us telling anyone," Harry sighed.
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Despite Harry's cool attitude about it during their conversation, that night he couldn't sleep. The idea that he was in trouble, once again, was getting to him. Why couldn't he just be left alone for a simple year at least? But no. He always had some psycho going after him every time. It was enough to annoy a person.
Exasperated, Harry kicked off his blankets and got out of bed. He could hear his four roommates snoring softly in their own beds as he pulled on a t-shirt and trousers, before heading out of the dorm.
Harry should have realized by now that walking around the school at night was not a good idea if his mind was on other things. But he hadn't. This, of course, led him to a hallway that he'd actually never been in before. The walls were decorated with spider webs and inches of dust, though torches still lit as he passed them. So obviously this wing was used occasionally, if not too much.
The Gryffindor knew he should turn back and go somewhere that he was used to, but curiosity was getting to him. And plus, he could see light coming from a room not far down. Not even realizing that no, he didn't have his Invisibility cloak with him, Harry slowly approached the door and peeked in.
Inside was none other than Draco. The blonde was standing with his back to Harry at the room's lone window, the only part of the room that was clean if just slightly. Draco's hand was on the glass as he looked out into the night, his sweater off leaving him in just the white button-down shirt and his gray trousers. The rest of the room was empty.
Harry was about to sneak away when Draco's voice startled him, his tone defeated and soft.
"Up late, aren't you, Potter?"
"I could say the same about you, Malfoy," Harry replied, taking a step into the room. He was aware that this was probably a stupid idea, but his wand was stuck in his pocket so he wasn't too worried.
Draco slowly turned to him, and Harry couldn't suppress the gasp that left him. The right side of the Slytherin's face was purple with a fresh bruise.
"Not as perfect and you believe I think I am, huh?" Draco said, knowing where Harry's gaze was.
"Your father?" the Gryffindor guessed.
"Brilliant deduction, Potter! How ever did you know?"
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. Why'd he hit you?"
Draco shrugged. "Why not? My father demands respect, and when he doesn't get it, he explodes. It's just that way."
"Then this isn't the first time."
"Well thank you, Captain Obvious."
Harry scowled. The Slytherin was really getting on his nerves.
"Look, Potter, just leave okay? I don't want to fight right now. Take a rain check." The blonde turned back to the window.
"I didn't come here to fight," Harry said, "you're the one insulting me as always."
"Reflex."
"Malfoy, maybe we could--"
"No. There's no 'we'. You're only giving me the time of day right now because you feels sorry for me. Well get over it. I don't want, nor do I need your sympathy. Just get the hell out."
"Malfoy--"
"GO!"
"Fine!" Harry turned and left the room, angrily making his way back down the hallway. He didn't even know why he was trying to be nice to that prick. Why should he care if Malfoy's father hit him? Someone *should* discipline the bastard.
Harry slowed, before stopping altogether. "Shit." It was ridiculous but he couldn't forget the way Malfoy looked with that bruise on his face. The way he sounded, lost and broken.
Disgusted with his own thoughts, Harry shook his head and started back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Malfoy was his rival, for Merlin's sake. Let his own cronies feel bad for him.
Except that wasn't Harry's nature.
Damn it this was going to be trouble.
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Disclaimer to save my ass: I don't own the Harry Potter crew. They belong to Rowling. (It's about time she gets that fifth book done, whoo! Two months to go! =D) I only own the bitch, Star Pellerin LOL. ^_~
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It had been no secret that Lucius Malfoy had come to Hogwarts to see his son. As it never was. The older Malfoy had an air about him that even before he entered the school, everyone knew he was about to. In fact he'd started to come more and more frequently, so much so that Harry's friends were getting suspicious.
"He's probably trying to come up with something to get you, Harry," Ron would say each time. "Him and Malfoy. Do you see the way Malfoy looks at you more often during classes and meals? They're up to something."
Even Hermione, the groups 'level-headed' one, had to admit she was getting nervous. "Ron's right, Harry. Malfoy has definitely been paying more attention to you. Even when you're not in a shouting match."
"Well you're dating Pellerin, what does she say about it?" asked Harry. He appreciated their concern, and it was starting to get him thinking.
Hermione's girlfriend, Star Pellerin, was a Slytherin and Malfoy's closest friend. If anyone knew, she must. Right?
The brunette shook her head. "All she says is that it's 'family meetings', and none of my business. I even threatened her with no sex."
"Ugh. Too much information!" Ron cried. It was still hard to get used to the idea that his ex-girlfriend was now a lesbian. Or bi. Or whatever. If it was any other two girls he'd probably be interested in details, but not Hermione and Star.
Hermione gave him an apologetic look.
"Guys, we'll just see what happens. Okay? There's nothing else we can do right now except wait, as much as I hate that. We have nothing against Malfoy yet that even warrants us telling anyone," Harry sighed.
~*~
Despite Harry's cool attitude about it during their conversation, that night he couldn't sleep. The idea that he was in trouble, once again, was getting to him. Why couldn't he just be left alone for a simple year at least? But no. He always had some psycho going after him every time. It was enough to annoy a person.
Exasperated, Harry kicked off his blankets and got out of bed. He could hear his four roommates snoring softly in their own beds as he pulled on a t-shirt and trousers, before heading out of the dorm.
Harry should have realized by now that walking around the school at night was not a good idea if his mind was on other things. But he hadn't. This, of course, led him to a hallway that he'd actually never been in before. The walls were decorated with spider webs and inches of dust, though torches still lit as he passed them. So obviously this wing was used occasionally, if not too much.
The Gryffindor knew he should turn back and go somewhere that he was used to, but curiosity was getting to him. And plus, he could see light coming from a room not far down. Not even realizing that no, he didn't have his Invisibility cloak with him, Harry slowly approached the door and peeked in.
Inside was none other than Draco. The blonde was standing with his back to Harry at the room's lone window, the only part of the room that was clean if just slightly. Draco's hand was on the glass as he looked out into the night, his sweater off leaving him in just the white button-down shirt and his gray trousers. The rest of the room was empty.
Harry was about to sneak away when Draco's voice startled him, his tone defeated and soft.
"Up late, aren't you, Potter?"
"I could say the same about you, Malfoy," Harry replied, taking a step into the room. He was aware that this was probably a stupid idea, but his wand was stuck in his pocket so he wasn't too worried.
Draco slowly turned to him, and Harry couldn't suppress the gasp that left him. The right side of the Slytherin's face was purple with a fresh bruise.
"Not as perfect and you believe I think I am, huh?" Draco said, knowing where Harry's gaze was.
"Your father?" the Gryffindor guessed.
"Brilliant deduction, Potter! How ever did you know?"
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. Why'd he hit you?"
Draco shrugged. "Why not? My father demands respect, and when he doesn't get it, he explodes. It's just that way."
"Then this isn't the first time."
"Well thank you, Captain Obvious."
Harry scowled. The Slytherin was really getting on his nerves.
"Look, Potter, just leave okay? I don't want to fight right now. Take a rain check." The blonde turned back to the window.
"I didn't come here to fight," Harry said, "you're the one insulting me as always."
"Reflex."
"Malfoy, maybe we could--"
"No. There's no 'we'. You're only giving me the time of day right now because you feels sorry for me. Well get over it. I don't want, nor do I need your sympathy. Just get the hell out."
"Malfoy--"
"GO!"
"Fine!" Harry turned and left the room, angrily making his way back down the hallway. He didn't even know why he was trying to be nice to that prick. Why should he care if Malfoy's father hit him? Someone *should* discipline the bastard.
Harry slowed, before stopping altogether. "Shit." It was ridiculous but he couldn't forget the way Malfoy looked with that bruise on his face. The way he sounded, lost and broken.
Disgusted with his own thoughts, Harry shook his head and started back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Malfoy was his rival, for Merlin's sake. Let his own cronies feel bad for him.
Except that wasn't Harry's nature.
Damn it this was going to be trouble.
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