Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Pairings: Established Harry/Ginny relationship, possible Draco/Hermione romance later, no-slash
Content: 1st Chapter with the beginning of Chapter 2 at the end.
Summary: At the beginning of six year Harry finds two wounded Slytherins and offers them help. The three will have to learn to work together, and firstly co-exist, in order to gain their freedoms. Eventual Draco/Harry Friendship & Mentor Snape. HPGW HGDM Slight-Ron-Bashing No-Slash.
Hope you enjoy
The chapter was betaed by wingnutdawn
Chapter 1
Stupid Rules. Stupid Ron. Stupid Argument.
Harry Potter exhaled in frustration as he marched through the stoned halls of Hogwarts. It was close to midnight, and far too long past the cover few to be walking around without a death wish, especially when Flinch was currently on high alert one floor below the Boy-Who-Lived. Under his invisibility cloak, and with the map in his left hand, Harry contemplated how annoying his best friend has become. The famous seeker had stepped down silently from the role of Gryffindor Captain at the beginning of the school year in Ron's favor. Honestly, between his growing relationship with Ginny, studying with Hermione, self-teaching himself in the preparation for the inevitable battle with Voldemort, and also participating in the Quiddich matches, he had enough as it is. Good he didn't have to teach the DA this year, even if he kind of missed it… Harry realized grimly, that he had thought the recognition would help his friend get out of his insecurities… and it did far too well, the green-eyed boy thought with a roll of his eyes. The house popularity as Captain had really gotten to his head. It wasn't even a month into the school year and Ron really needed to cool down.
Did he also act like this? Harry hoped not. This evening the prat was so bad that Harry wondered if he would enjoy Malfoy's company more- or even Snape's. Well, not really, as he would never want to spend a second more with these two then he needed in class, but the point remained that Ron acted like a complete prat who expected everyone to bow to his feet and praise him for his new position 24/7. He really hoped the adrenaline- or whatever it was- would fade anytime now so his best friend would return to normal.
Making tours under the invisibility cloak to walk out his frustration, as flying wasn't the most sensible idea at the moment, the emerald eyed wizard paused as he heard deep but broken breaths further down the hall. With his wand automatically drawn out, Harry tried to figure out what or who it was. But as he approached the source of the noise, the teenager realized that the shallow breaths were coming from the struggling man on the floor- and not just any man.
Harry took in the appearance of his least favorite teacher, as the man was lying on the floor obviously wounded somehow, for his face was twisted angrily in a grimace of pain. Few meters from the greasy bat, was a fully unconscious blond Slytherin, with his school robes completely messed up. Malfoy passed out next to the open door leading outside, and even though the young wizard had his wand up, he grimly realized that the pair was not sneaking out, but rather had tried to get in.
The Gryffindor felt some sympathy for the two, and even more concerned then he'd like to admit, yet his face stayed grim as he cast the muffilato charm and quickly made his way to the younger Slytherin to check for a pulse. Mr. Potter stopped suddenly as he was close enough to the blond boy to see the angry black mark tattooed into his arm. The mark was glowing red around the image of the snake, and due to his unfortunate meetings with the death eaters, Harry could tell that the mark wasn't burning in the same way when the Death Eaters were summoned.
Wait. Stop. Draco Malfoy has the mark. He was a real Death Eater.
How could he have even surpassed that detail for even a second?
Even in his unconsciousness, the blond boy's face was twisted in strong discomfort. Barely few meters away from him, Snape was vaguely conscious, but awake enough to realize that there was a wizard standing next to him. The pale fingers of the usually fierce Potion Master rose shaking, as he was about to mutter a stunner, obvious to his current clothing of a Death Eater and what was on his Godson's arm. The stunner however missed, as Snape's wand-hand was shaking too violently to concentrate. The spark that flew at the wall, missed Harry's head by inches, snapping the younger wizard into action.
With a quick wand-move, Harry called out 'expelliarmus' and his professor's wand flew into his own hand. The teenager felt completely lost at what to do from there. He stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of him, trying to formulate some sort of responsible decision.
I have to get a Professor. His reasonable side, which sounded strangely like Hermione at this moment, concluded. Poppy would be able to do something for them. A pain-reducing potion for the mark? Or maybe this was caused by the Cruciatus curse… But there was a problem, Harry wasn't obvious to the fact that Poppy could be forced to call the Aurors the second she saw the Dark Mark on Malfoy, and his school rival would be put to Azkaban.
Strangely, for the amount of dislike he had for his school rival, Azkaban was not something he wished upon the younger Malfoy- the older one could rot there forever. But, Merlin, the blond was his age! He didn't feel comfortable with condemning his life once and for all when the other student was completely helpless.
But I can't leave them to lie on the floor either. Should I help? But how the hell should I even help them?!
Dumbledore was out of school for the week, as his own head of house had momentarily taken the responsibilities of the Headmaster. And with all the respect he had for his Transfiguration professor, he really didn't think she'd let this go easily. His trust in Dumbledore had weakened after last year, as he didn't take the Headmasters words for granted, but he still trusted the man to some degree. Especially now, as he would really use his help in this situation. Snape was the spy, no matter what; the order would cover up for him, Harry thought with distaste, his anger at the man still strong. But, Malfoy wouldn't be as lucky…
''Pot-t-ter'' Snape struggled to keep awake as he made out the figure of the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-The-A**-At-The-Worst-Possible-Moment holding his wand. He saw Draco's form lying not far away from him, and his sharp eyes trained by years of being a spy picked on the fact that the flesh where the Dark Mark is situated was completely exposed.
Harry noticed all of this, and he could not help but let his mixed emotions play around his face: from worry to anger.
''What is wrong with both of you?'' Harry tried to master the most neutral tone he could when he asked his question, kneeling next to the fallen greasy Potion Master. He may feel some dust of sympathy for the two Slytherins, but by no means did they have to be aware of it.
Harry watched as Snape blinked painfully, yet he noticed that the greasy haired Professor was seriously thinking of how to answer the question. Before the older man had a chance to voice his response, Harry cut in, trying to put some malice into his voice:
''And the whole truth. Sir.'' He couldn't help but add it at the end with some cheek.
The Professors eyes narrowed despite the discomfort he must be in. ''do not call the Aurors.'' How in the world could a whisper sound so threatening?
''And why?'' Harry played along, though inside his mind was registering with worry that Snape looked weaker by the second.
''Because I say so… Potter. And whether your intellect will register my words, let alone comprehend them, some matters are none of your business.'' The man sneered with the energy he had left.
The sixteen-year-old and thirty-six-year-old wizards glared at each other strongly. But despite himself, Harry did not want to fight with Snape at the present hour as the other was struggling on the stone floor. It seemed completely unfair to use his weakened position, and no-matter what the man thought of him, he was not like his father at the same age.
''Is it the after effects of Cruciatus or the Dark Mark?'' Harry changed the subject, much to the surprise of the Potion Master, but to his relief, the man didn't question him on letting the topic go.
Snape took a while to decide what to say until he settled on a quiet: ''Both.''
''For both of you?
Harry was silently glad that he didn't call the Aurors. He actually felt kind of sorry for both of them, though he would never admit it. The young Savior didn't really see how could the Death Eater delude themselves in thinking they were Voldemort's ''servants'' rather then the ''slaves'' they actually were.
Despite the Potion Master weak protests, Harry rolled up his sleeve to examine the Dark Mark, and though he didn't know how, he was not surprised to see the Dark print encircled by the red glow, just like on Malfoys hand. Not sure why, he reached forward and touched the Dark Snake in the Mark, he immediately felt the presence of the serpent inside the tattoo and the Magic which bound it to Snape's flesh.
You are a speaker, my young master. The snake hissed in his head.
No! Harry replied immediately. Voldemort is their master.
You are blessed with the gift, just like the Master of the Dark. It is true that he was the one to bound the slaves, but that does not make you less a master. For the serpent magic is not Dark, but the wizard, should the wizard be just, the mark would not unfairly punish the slaves. The serpent continued.
Enslavement of any kind is nothing but evil. Harry protested.
Just words, young Master. But you forget that the Mark cannot be placed without the slaves acceptance before he is a slave. The spell can be used as much to punish as to protect and heal, it all depends on the master. It is not the Mark's fault if the slaves had before chosen wrongly their master, nor that they had not taken precautions in assuring that should the master fall from grace and turn against what is right, they could gain their freedom.
That's possible? He exclaimed in the serpent language.
Yes, it is not the Mark's fault if the teachings were forgotten, for they are still true. The mark had once been used as a symbol of loyalty and trust of a knight toward high kings of the Wizard World, not a disgrace of an abused slave.
Okay, could you stop the pain Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy are feeling?
The Mark wishes so, young Master, for the punishment is unjust. Yet, you are not the master to the two slaves. If the slaves accept you as a master, then their lives will be yours to judge, punish and protect as you wish. The Dark Wizard had abused his subjects too much, making them nothing more then slaves. This is wrong. But even if the two slaves refuse your offer, the close proximity of your skin to the mark will reduce the pain until the Dark Wizard ends their punishment in few hours.
Thank you… umhmm... Mrs. Snake? Only after the words were out did Harry realize how stupid he sounded, and blushed furiously, hoping that the Potion Master could not hear this.
To top it all, the snake laughed at him. You are a funny one, young one. But despite your early stage in life, I sense maturity far above the one of a child. The Mark is relieved that you are one of a good and just heart. Your birth may be the hope for all the unfortunate slaves and the victims of the Dark Wizards and his servants.
Harry's stomach made an unpleasant flip but he tried to ignore it. It seemed to be one more way of stating that damned prophesy. Will I be able to contact you again?
Touch the Mark of any those who are marked and wish me to be summoned. I will come. I do not serve masters, for I am just an observer binding the magic between the master and the subject. You may want to know, that I cannot lie to one blessed with the speech of parselmouth..
And I assume you can twist the truth though?
Harry could almost hear the smile… or smirk… in the snake's voice: You are very much correct young master. But be assured that should I choose, my loyalties lie with you. For even though I must speak truth, I may also remain silent. This I had done when it comes to the Dark Wizard's question when he countless times proved the lack of stable rules regarding his subject, whom he subjected to unspeakable unfair punishments.
Before the raven haired wizard could have asked another question, the snake's voice rang in his head: I will answer your questions, young master, but be warned that our connection is weakening the one you call Severus Snape. The other boy, of the name Draco, requires help if you wish for him to recover completely. Put your hand on the mark and it will reduce the pain, and heal his injuries with the use of spells and potions, he should be well by the dawn. Farewell young Harry Potter.
The scar-faced boy blinked sleepily, as he registered the surroundings around him. He had been so focused on the moving tattoo and the voice that he had momentarily lost the concentration on his surroundings and the two wizards lying there. He quickly assured himself that Draco was still in the same position, while Snape looked even worse if that was possible. Harry had to give the man some credit; he was damn stubborn to stay awake.
''What… was… that…'' The potion master voiced in-between his long and deep breaths. Harry had immediately spun to action, improving as he managed to accio Draco Malfoy closer so he could grab both of their hands. The result was instant as Malfoy's expression relaxed slightly, while Snape's breathing became stronger.
''I'll explain later.'' Harry promised, though he instantly questioned himself if he actually should share the information- it's not like the order shared anything with him, Harry argued before he pushed the petulant thoughts away.
''Professor, I need you to tell me which potions do I need to give to you.''
The Gryffindor watched as Snape seemed to be reciting the list by heart: ''Nerve Regeneration Potion, Pepper-up potion, pain reliever potion… and get the nutriment potion, calming draught and dreamless sleep for Draco too.''
Harry concentrated to memory the list, making a note to get doubles of every potion for both of them. He knew that Snape probably realized that he and his Slytherin was literally at his mercy for the moment, therefore it wasn't a shock that he didn't put any trust into his most hated student of all time and didn't want to be unconscious around him.
''Dobby!''
''Yes, Harry Potter called Dobby. Dobby do anything for Harry Potter.'' The elf declared brightly, despite the ungodly hour.
''I need you to apparate these two and me in front of the room of requirements on the seventh floor. After that I have few potions you need to collect from Snape's stores, and if you can't find them, then go to the infirmary, but don't let anyone see you. Lastly, could you go to Hermione's dorm and tell her that I need her help, then apparate her in front of the room too. You got it?''
''Yes! Yes, Dobby will fix everything before Harry Potter has the time to say pumpkin-juice.'' And with that the elf disappeared with them on the seventh floor, before immediately leaving for his next chore.
Harry didn't waste any time, he opened the room and gently moved the two unconscious wizards inside. The room had morphed into some sort of small hospital; there were two single white beds with a comfortable looking armchair in the middle. It looked like there was also a small living room like space in the corner, and a bathroom could be found in another corner. Feeling slightly nervous using the charm, Harry levitated the two onto their beds, and felt quite pleased when the spell posed no difficulty at all; even for something as precise as dealing with two humans at the same time.
Sooner then expected, Dobby reappeared with all the twelve potions requested, and Harry realized that he too wouldn't mind using a pepper up potion if his night is going to continue like this. After thanking Dobby, the elf disappeared again looking pleased with himself.
Feeling slightly apprehensive, Harry walked first toward the blond Slytherin whose face was twisted in discomfort coming from the mark. The Boy-who-lived edged at the bed, not very sure how to give drink to an unconscious person.
''Massage his throat gently, drinking is an instinctive reflex.'' The Potion Professor coughed-out, quite obviously at the end of his strengths.
Following his advice silently for the first time, Harry fed the other boy the six potions in quick succession, feeling relieved when the potions visibly ameliorated his condition. Pleased with the result, the emerald-eyed wizard turned back to Snape, though not unconscious yet, would not be able to hold the potion well enough without dropping it.
The Potion Master immediately protested when he realized that the Gryffindor had no intentions in letting him drink on his own. But the shaky hand that rose in protest was caught by the Boy-who-Lived, who glared at the man in response.
''You are barely conscious, let me-''
''I. am. NOT. A. child.'' Snape protested. Harry noticed that his least favourite teacher grew agitated when he saw the number of potions prepared for him. ''I told you-''
''I do not care what you told me! Honestly Snape! Do you think that I would bother to get you to rest if I plan on sending the Aurors after you or Malfoy?'' When he saw his former Potion Professor struggle in the attempt to respond due to his condition, Harry continued more gently. ''Look, I am not going to inform anyone of this- not even Dumbeldore- until you are back to your strength and had given me some sort of explanation. You can rest peacefully; I promise I won't use it against you or Malfoy. Deal?''
After a long pause in which Harry was mastering all his patience- because it was not him who had run off to Voldemort in here- the Professor gave him a curt nod, though he looked positively disgusted as his student helped him get into a somewhat sitting position. When the last Potion of dreamless sleep came, Snape- much steadier now- hesitated, but the younger warlock reminded him of their little deal with a little more malice then was probably necessary. Looking both worried and frustrated, Snape finally consumed the last potion- knocking him out almost instantly. Harry lowered the older wizard gently, just before a crack of apparition was heard.
Dobby stood nervously with a sleepy and concerned Hermione, who was still in her PJ's and had just a sweater thrown over her clothes messily.
''Dobby apologies for how long it took, but Mistress Hermione Granger didn't want to apparate from her dorm but the bathroom.''
''It's all right Dobby. You did a great job. You can go back to sleep now, thank you again.'' Harry smiled at the little creature.
''Dobby likes to help Harry Potter! Dobby happy! Dobby wishes you a good-night!'' And with that the elf disappeared again.
''Harry? What the hell is going on here?'' Hermione questioned looking positively baffled at the two sleeping, and obvious previously hurt, Slytherins.
Harry winced hearing his best friend curse- that was never a good sign. ''Well… it's a long story but I can explain… kind of…'' And so the young wizard retold his friend the events of the night with the greatest detail he could master. He still didn't know if and how much of the conversation with the snake did Snape hear. Hermione listened to his disclosure intently.
''Wow, did the snake tell you how could the Dark Mark be removed?'' Hermione questioned making his friend feel slightly like an idiot.
''I kind of didn't ask, but she said I could re-contact her any time if I wished, I had to just touch the mark.'' He explained tiredly, considering the hour. ''I do think though that I have to first- well, you know- get in the control of the Mark with their permission or something. I'm not really sure. Also, she mentioned that the preparation had to be made before getting the mark, so I don't know if it will even work.'' Harry sighted in resignation before continuing:
''I don't know what to do. I know I should call the Aurors on Malfoy, but it didn't feel right to kick him while he was already down.''
Hermione nodded grimly. ''With his father already in Azkaban, they won't take too kindly to him. But on the other hand, in Azkaban Voldemort cannot get him. You shouldn't rush with the decison Harry, we don't know in what kind of circumstances he took the Mark.''
The raven-haired boy scoffed at that: ''Please, I know for sure that you have to accept the Mark. He was probably gloating before he realized the side effects of his choice.''
''Or after Lucius failed and got caught, Voldemort gave Draco the choice: Mark or die, did you never think of that?''
''Wait!" The teenager stopped his friend with a weird out expression. ''When did I miss you starting to call Malfoy Draco?''
Hermione blushed a little at the incredulous tone of her friend: '' It's just that he looks so vulnerable now. I still don't like him, but I am trying to be fair. And for the sake of conversation lets not confuse between his father and him.''
''It's still weird.'' Harry replied unhappily.
''Well, turn around then, because if you haven't noticed, Malfoy is shivering with cold and I'm going to put a blanket over him.'' She declared a little defensively.
Harry watched as his best friend took a thick blanket and gently put it around the sleeping Slytherin, covering the dirty school robes he was wearing. To Harry's further incredulity and weird out expression, Hermione did the same to their commonly least favorite professor. She shot him a glare as he snickered at the sight of the fearsome Head of Slytherin house getting tucked in by a sixteen-year-old witch.
''I wish I had a camera.'' The Boy-who-lived commented.
''You know, you're awfully mean when you're tired. Where did all your compassion go?'' She questioned with her hands on her hips.
''Oh, I do feel some sympathy for them, but these two got themselves in this mess, no-matter the reason. And truth be told, they are not nice people in general, so why should I be anything more than civil toward them?'' He questioned rhetorically.
Hermione, still in her baby-blue PJ's and orange sweater leaned against Malfoy's bed: ''I know. But have you noticed how quiet and depressed Malfoy looked this entire month. I think he's scared.''
''He would be an idiot not to if this is the warm welcome those snakes give each other, but it's not like he doesn't deserve someone getting his ego down a notch after all those years.''
''Harry!'' Hermione scolded. ''He has been tortured! How in the world in that right?!''
''It's not, I didn't mean that. It's just… well, it's Malfoy. It feels counter intuitive to be nice to him. Besides, what do you want me to do about this?'' He asked her defensively. ''Offer him to pledge his loyalty to me and become his new master?'' The Gryffindor continued in the same mocking tone, immediately regretting his words when Hermione's expression became thoughtful.
''Brilliant. I want you to calmly offer that option to both of them when they wake up.'' She sounded far too serious for it to be a joke.
''You've not thinking clearly at two a.m Hermione. Malfoy and I don't get along, and even if he chickens out about being a Death Eater now, he stood for years for the values of his father. And Snape absolutely loathes my father; and me for that reason. He would hate for me to have any control over him. Besides, I don't want that kind of control over anyone.'' He agued.
Hermione sighed, as she knew his argument was true. ''Still… you are better then Voldemort. Make the offer Harry, they might not accept immediately, they may even insult you for it, but I'm sure you would never abuse that kind of power over anyone, and somewhere they will also recognize this."
Harry muttered something unintelligible under his breath before replying reluctantly: ''Okay, fine, I don't think it will work, but I'll do it to humor you. Deal?''
''Deal.'' She responded with a beaming smile. ''Thank you.''
''Well, looking on the up-side, I'll get to order around Professor Snape and Draco to some degree.'' He voiced with a mischievous look, making Hermione roll her eyes, but she knew her friend too well to truly worry.
Hours later, The supposed 'chosen one' sat in the armchair between the two beds holding the arms of both wizards where the mark was grafted in their flesh. He tested the link from time to time, releasing their hands to examine if the Slytherin's looked discomforted due to the punishment Voldermort was inflicting on them. It was only after six in the morning that the two stopped twitching in pain when Harry released their arms.
Thinking grimly of how many times that the two of them, especially Snape, had to go through this kind of ordeal without anyone's help, The emerald eye boy felt strangely angry on their behalf at Dumbeldore. Even though the headmaster fought for the greater good, it was his responsibility to help the staff and students, protect them, and Harry knew perfectly how it felt to be forced to always deal with your problems on their own- like he had to deal with the Dursleys and the memories of all the years in their care.
He really didn't like the two wizards, but this was not a fate he'd wish upon anyone. There was worry in him, that with the unpleasant past between the three of them and his own secrets he was hiding, he would turn out no better then his cousin… But he would not- simply could not- become what his dear aunt and uncle were.
Seeing the two figures still sleeping, Harry really felt in the need of a good sleep himself. He took the two wands he had confiscated, and settled down on the sofa in the corner of the room to catch up on sleep for few hours, feeling rather confident the would wake up should there be the slightest noise.
He was jerked awake by the entrance to the room of requirements opening. With three wands in hand, though it probably wasn't the brightest idea, Harry pointed at the door in a fighting stance. His muscles relaxed when he saw Hermione entering with raised eyebrows at his posture. She carried a bag, which telling by the smell was full of food.
''Morning, when did you go to sleep?'' The longhaired girl asked.
''Sometime around dawn. What time is it?'' He questioned in a hushed voice, as the other two occupants of the room were still asleep.
''Almost ten. Shouldn't they be waking up by now?'' Hermione questioned concerned. Harry noted that she did an impressive impression of Mrs Pomfrey.
''I guess so, though I gave both of them a significant dose of dreamless sleep.'' Harry didn't seem very concerned as he bit into his sandwich, getting a glare sent in his direction. ''Did anyone ask questions?''
''It's fine. I got up early to go to the library, I said I dragged you along and then we went to Hagrid's. I researched your abilities again, but though the book on ancient relics mentions it as old and powerful magic use, and not only with the serpent tongue, but there were no details.'' She resumed feeling rather disappointed in her own failure.
Harry paused in his meal as an idea occurred to him. ''Voldemort probably hid or stole all those books as a student. He got the time to train the Basilik in the Chamber of Secrets, he had to have gotten his resources from there.''
Hermione's eyes sparked with excitement at the possibility of thousands of books hidden in safety in those chambers, however before the two best friends could make any plans to investigate, a loud choking sound startled both of them out of the conversation. The person in question was taking a quick succession of breaths, never really catching enough oxygen. Harry and Hermione both hurried to the blond Slytherin, worried despite the animosity they felt toward the teen. Draco was shaking on the bed, while his eyes remained wide and his pupils dilated.
Harry moved quickly to the bedside of the injured Dark Eater, and put his hand on his shoulder shaking him firmly but carefully, the blond looked oblivious to the gesture.
''He is having a panic attack.'' Hermione diagnosed as she felt the quick tempo of the heartbeat, added to all the other symptoms.
Harry turned from her back to the blond who's eyes were far away. ''Malfoy! Malfoy! Snap out of it!'' The Boy-who-lived caught both of the boy arms, so that the git wouldn't hurt himself, and firmly held him down while trying to catch his eye contact: ''Malfoy!'' Harry shaking slightly, but the blond was still in his trance. He remembered his little technique while he was still living with his relatives, in the cupboard… The emerald-eyed wizard cursed in his head for what he was about to do, indeed, that was completely counter- intuitive:
''Draco. Concentrate on my voice. You are safe. You are all right. Draco? Calm your breathing. Relax. Just breathe in and out. That's it. That's good.'' I sound like a bloody coddling old woman- Harry thought in displeasure, but his relief at seeing the technique working out showed his embarrassment, it didn't help that Hermione was giving him a small proud smile. ''Close your eyes. Think of a place were you feel safe in. Explore this feeling. Breathe in and out. That's good. Nothing bad can happen. You're okay and you're going to be okay.''
Slowly the firm hold Harry had on the other boy relaxed but remained steadily on the arms, as he exhaled in relief. He really doubted if the Slytherin was worth half the trouble. Nevertheless, Harry calmly waited Malfoy to get past the disorientation.
The moment the blond wizard regained awareness wasn't hard to notice. Draco's entire body tensed once again, as he felt two people sitting on both sides of his bed. He vaguely remembered what happened in the past few minutes, and flushed deeply in embarrassment as he felt Harry-bloody-Potter's hands holding his arms down, but the grip was much more gentler than the blond ever expected, and the stupid mudblood holding his hand- like he was some cuddly child in need of reassurance.
''Get off me Potter.'' The teen on the bed snarled- but his voice was chores. ''You too mud-''
''Watch it Malfoy.'' The emerald-eyed wizard warmed in a dangerous tone, which the Slytherin wasn't stupid enough to argue against in his current position. He was after all lying on a bed, wandless, sore and without any clue how he even got here- or where he was.
''Harry'' Granger warned with disapproval.
Bloody Savior, annoying Gryffindors… Draco thought. He grimaced when Potter's hold on his arms tightened uncomfortably, but it seemed that as soon as the Boy-Who-Lived noticed his discomfort, he let him go as if something burned him. The Slytherin brought his arms close to his chest in a defensive movement, massaging them with an angry glare, until he noticed that his shirt had been removed and he was just in his shortly sleeved t-shirt.
''Oh shit.'' Draco whispered in horror, as he looked at the Dark Mark, visible for all to see. The blond missed the small smirk on the other boy's face when he cursed.
Both Gryffindors were startled as the blond teen sat up all of the sudden, and backed away in the bed with a grimace due to his sore muscles. Slowly, the events of the past evening were coming back to him. In alarm, he gazed around, noticing his godfathers' sleeping form in the next bed, as his agitation grew.
''He's all right. Harry gave you both healing potions and Dreamless sleep.'' The muggleborn witch explained, feeling for the obviously scared Slytherin.
''Care to explain then?'' Harry question in a slow but mocking voice, ignoring how nervous the other one was.
''Harry, he just woke up after being tortured the previous night. He needs rest and not extra-stress.''
For once in his life, Draco was glad that the bookworm was around. It was humiliating to having a girl stand up for him, however when the Dark Lord and … Draco gulped … Azkaban were a very realistic threats; he was not going to be picky about the help.
''I have nothing to tell you.'' The blond tried to sneer, angry at the situation, but also he was feeling rather apprehensive due to the smirk on the raven-haired teen's face.
Harry did realize that he was just taking some petty revenge here, no matter how small it was, but his Slytherin side wouldn't stop him from continuing: ''So I can call the Aurors now, I'm sure Azkaban has a cell waiting for you just in case.'' Hermione was giving him a look of exasperation, disapproval and disbelief mixed together.
''No!'' The blond Slytherin yelled immediately with wide eyes. ''No, don't…''
''Okay, you,'' She said pointing at Harry. ''Out! Go to your quiddich practice. Now. I'm going to stay here with them.'' Her friend sighed and nodded glancing at the time, he was late as it was.
The Boy-who-lived gave his school rival a searching look; he crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded the blond with a serious expression. ''You will stay in this room and listen to Hermione. If you give her any trouble, dare even insult her, then I will personally call for dementors. Am I clear?''
Who the hell does he think he is? Draco thought with bitterness: ''Crystal Potty.''
''And extend the message to Snape if wakes up.'' The 'chosen one' called over his shoulder, before grabbing his invisibility cloak and walking out of the room.
''Don't worry about him, he's just grumpy. He spend the entire night watching over the two of you.'' Hermione spoke turning to her classmate with a kind expression.
''Just leave me alone.'' Draco replied, turning away from her, though he was silently thankful for her taking his side.
Hermione sighed in exasperation, but she decided not to push the other teen for now. ''I've brought breakfast.'' She offered.
''I'd rather not eat with your dirty mudblood germs.'' The Slytherin sneered, before he realized what he said. Draco sat up, turning back toward the witch, who couldn't mask the hurt expression, so she turned around and stormed in the direction of the sofas.
''Wait! Granger, I didn't… it came out wrong.'' He apologized lamely.
''Would it kill you to say sorry?'' The Gryffindor questioned, though she didn't bother to turn back to him.
''Umm… sorry… don't tell Potter, alright?'' He tried not to think about how pathetic he sounded now, especially to a mudblood, his ancestors must be turning in their grave now.
''I wouldn't anyway, but I'll accepting your apology... this time.'' She replied, turning sharply to the next page.
The blond teen was relieved, but also curious about her words. ''Why then? You hate me.''
''I don't. I strongly dislike your attitude. But insulting me is not enough to get me to hate you.'' She explained over her shoulder.
''You punched me in third year.''
''You deserved that. You don't deserve to be tortured, no-one does.''
''Even if I have the Dark Mark?''
''Do you agree with what You-know-who-does?'' She asked suddenly with an unreadable expression.
''It doesn't matter.'' Draco replied, lying back down and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Hermione closed her book with a snap. ''Of course it matters.''
''Not when your father failed the Dark Lord, and your aunt is Bellatrix Lestrange.''
The retort Hermione had on her lips died down, and she wasn't so happy that her instincts didn't fail.
However, with regard to the dark haired witch, she actually forgot the close relation between the two. Hermione didn't even register that she let a quiet 'oh' in understanding.
''Oh indeed, not feeling so bright, are we Granger?'' The Malfoy teased with a smirk.
Hermione smiled sadly at his mask. ''I'm sorry.''
''I don't want your pity m-Granger.'' He responded harshly.
''Fine, but I will still feel sorry for you.'' She replied with a careless expression before resuming her book.
Draco waited a moment, trying to find a plan out of this black hole, but failing miserably. After some time the blond grew bored of the silence. He didn't want his thoughts to travel to the previous night, so instead he turned on his shoulder to the side, watching the muggle-born girl read her charm book.
Why did she take his side? What did she hope to gain from it? Draco didn't like being in the Dark. He examined her bushy mess of a hair, which was resting wildly around her shoulders, even more so on the weekend then in class. Her heart shaped face was hidden behind the books, but still very much present as she concentrated on the text in front. She was annoying as hell, but he kind of started to see why Potter kept her around. She was kind and smart- though he'll sooner eat a rotten tomato then honestly admit to it. The bushy haired girl was even okay looking, Draco could vaguely imagine a good body underneath the clothes, but at the same time the picture of the mudblood in Pansy Parkinson's fun clothes was laughable. The girl in the room was not that kind of girl.
Chapter 2
Harry tried to catch his breath as the new team Capitan ordered- yes ordered- the Gryffindors to make yet another ten laps on their brooms. They had been on it for hours, and quite frankly, Harry did not feel the team was prepared at all for their upcoming match with the Ravenclaws. Judging by the expressions on their faces, there seemed to be a silent agreement that they were not doing anything precise. Yes, Ron was an amazing chess player, so he had an idea how to create a tactical move, speed and endurance were important as well. But little things such as passing, or even the tag game they played the previous years, or, even just simulating a match from time to time would have created some team building. For they were not really flying together, or really motivated at all. The team spirit this year was truly lacking.
''Guys! Com'on, we're never going to win if you're not going to try harder!'' Ron yelled from somewhere above Harry.
''Try harder your A** Ron!'' Ginny yelled back at her brother. ''We have been here THREE BLOODY HOURS and I have had ENOUGH of your attitude! I call the practice over AND we are having words after Lunch you git!''
''You can't do that. I'm the Capitan!'' Ron cried, but the other flyers landed with their sore behinds, and made their way to the changing room, ignoring their Capitan.
''Guys! Wait!'' But save for his sister and her boy friend, no one remained. ''Why did you do that?'' He demanded angrily.
''You're overworking us! By the end of the match half of the team in going to fall off their brooms in sleep.'' The red-haired fifth year explained.
''No, I'm not. We've got to practice to beat Ravenclaw and get the cup. Right Harry?''
Harry winced as the attention was brought to him. ''Well, mate… I've got to agree with Ginny-''
''Because she's your girlfriend.'' The Griffindor cut in bitterly.
''No.'' Harry immediately responded, starting to get a bit annoyed. ''Don't use that card. You've been acting worse then if it was the World Final Quiddich championships!''
''You're blowing this way out of proportion'' Ron counter argued defensively.
Ginny sided with Harry, and the pair was facing her brother as they continued: ''It's not just about today. Lay off of the teammate. We've all got school and over activities going, and next practice lets just do something fun, okay?''
''You don't understand.'' Ron muttered angrily before, ironically, he himself also stormed in the direction of the changing rooms. Harry silently hoped that the others were already gone.
''He's in a bit of a mood, isn't he?'' Harry muttered as he saw his best friend leave the pitch angrily.
''That's an understatement.'' Ginny snored as they walked slowly back to the castle. Almost unconsciously, their hands met and wrapped around each other.
''Do you know why he is like that?'' The emerald eye wizard asked.
Ginny exhaled before answering. ''I think that my brother is not really used to being the leader, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. In chess it's all about yourself and the opponent. With Hermione and you he isn't the one to take the final decisions. And in the DA you were the leader Harry, with Hermione there to help run things.''
''I don't like to be the leader Ginny. And with all the things: quiddich, DA, not getting killed every year, it's always been thanks to the co-operation of other people. I couldn't have done it alone.'' The raven-haired boy replied instantly with a throw on his face.
The red-hair smiled at him: ''You get that Harry, that's why you are a good leader even when you are making mistakes from time to time, Ron still needs to get it around his big head.'' The couple walked in silence for a while before Ginny restarted the conversation with a playfully suspicious voice:
''All right, what has been on your mind this entire morning? I can't remember you being so distracted in ages.''
The Boy-who-lived winced. ''You noticed that, huh?'' At her incredulous expression, clearly saying ''of course'', Harry sighted: ''I… it's nothing too bad so don't worry. But I need to figure out something on my own before I'll tell you. I gave my word to someone… Please understand, I'm trying to keep it a secret.''
''Secret 812349, right?'' Ginny responded. ''I don't like it, but I trust you Harry. Just remember that you can tell me anything, alright?''
''Yes, thank you, you're amazing.'' He grinned at his girlfriend, deciding that he will tell her everything this evening if things worked out his way.
The pair ended up racing on their brooms back to the castle, therefore soon later Harry found himself again on the seventh floor in front of the Room of Requirements. He still had Malfoys and Snape's wands on him, which thinking about it, wasn't probably the smartest idea should someone catch him, but it seemed luck was on his side.
Inside the room, Hermione and Draco were sitting on opposite sofa's enjoying their meal. There was little conversation going other than what strictly necessary, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.
The blond Slytherin had borrowed one of Hermione's textbooks, so both students were working on their Transfiguration homework when the entrance to the room started to open.
Hermione noticed that the blond tensed up, and a blank expression overcame the previously thoughtful face.
