Author's Note: This is going to be SLASH. Two boys are going to fall in
love, kiss, etc. If you don't like this type of stuff, leave. This is your
last warning. No slash in this chapter, though.
Chapter One: Ice
Harry Potter was having a very hard time sleeping. His normally comfortable sheets felt scratchy and stiff, and he was hungry enough to eat a hippogriff. That night he had missed dinner because he had had Quidditch practice with the rest of his team. Ron, the new captain, was as strict as Oliver Wood about staying in shape and practicing all of the detailed strategies for upcoming games. Since attempting to fall asleep appeared to be futile, Harry decided that he would go down to the kitchens for a midnight snack. He reached into his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map and his invisibility cloak, both from his father's days at Hogwarts.
Checking if everyone in the dorm was asleep, he threw the invisibility cloak over himself with a swish. A whispered 'lumos' helped him to see where he was going, and he walked briskly down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible in case anyone was in the common room. He gazed around, and in the red glow of the fire saw some random 5th year cramming for a potions test tomorrow. If there was one thing was always a constant in this castle, it was that Severus Snape's tests were hard, and the teacher took off for every little nit-picky detail (that is, if you weren't a Slytherin).
Making his way across the common room he opened the portrait and started his midnight escapade. He glanced down at the blank looking piece of parchment and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Lines started to curl across the page, forming an accurate map of Hogwarts and all of the people in it. He located himself, and checked the corridors where he would be walking, and saw no threat. He kept scanning the map, looking for Filch, when a dot caught his eye. Draco Malfoy was out, and seemed to be in the Charms classroom with Hermione. This was very odd, for Malfoy despised muggle-borns, and Hermione was most definitely was one. He decided to check it out, hoping that Herm (as he now called her) was okay. Draco was notorious for being the son of a dark wizard ever since the defeat of Voldemort. There were still threats, even if the Dark Lord himself was gone.
He walked slowly towards the Charms corridor, making as little noise as possible. The war against Voldemort had made Filch more short-tempered and pessimistic (if that was possible) and he had been begging Dumbledore for his torture paraphernalia even more than he had begged before. It was pathetic, really.
He finally arrived and opened the door silently. He looked in the room and what he saw shocked him. It was against everything he had ever learned or known. Hermione was snogging Malfoy, his nemesis, and she seemed to be enjoying it. Draco still had his eyes open, and he seemed too flabbergasted to be able to push her away or something of the like. His eyes were trained on the door. Hadn't it been closed a few minutes ago? Harry was staring into Draco's eyes, and he only saw disgust and coldness. Ice; it was what Draco Malfoy was made of. There was no warmth, no love. Then his eyes closed, and he started to fervently respond to Hermione's ministrations, as if he was being controlled by someone else. Hermione's face was now flushed with desire, and every once and a while she would let out a small whimper. Harry was rooted to the place; he couldn't take away his eyes from the disturbing sight. He had been there for eternity, yet only a second.
Then as if nothing had happened, Draco pulled back. He opened his eyes, and Harry saw how dark they were when they were passion enflamed; they were a black abyss, surrounded by a small ring of silver. He muttered a few words and a silver mist formed around him. Hermione did the same thing, except that her haze was a golden brown. He took out a small container and closed it around some of the silver, and then closed it around some gold. The mist inside the bottle turned into two different colored liquids that seemed to repel each other. The silver liquid slowly flowed to the bottom, never mixing with the gold, and the gold floated on top of the silver.
"Damn, I wish that there was some other way to activate this. Now I am going to have to brush my teeth until dawn. I don't want any traces of a female's kiss on my lips, especially yours, Mudblood." It took awhile for Hermione to come out of her lusty stupor and think of a response.
"It's not my fault, Malfoy!" (A/N: Brilliant reply, if I say so myself. :OP) "Yes it is! You are the one that figured out how to get some raw passion! I'm just someone who's trying to find the uses of it."
"Yeah, so you can create some sort of dark potion! You most likely won't even give me credit for what I thought of."
"That shows how much you know about me, Mudblood. I wouldn't use it in a dark potion. The darkness corrupted my father, and killed my mother. And I'm surprised that it actually worked. I wouldn't have been able to explain it to anyone, so of course I'll give you credit. I'm also surprised we have any 'passion' between us, especially enough to form the mist!"
"I've already told you how works for anyone that is willing to kiss someone else and mutter the spell. Honestly, you are acting like Ron. He always forgets what I say!"
"Don't ever compare me to Weasel again, and I'll be going now. Bye, Granger."
"Okay, Malfoy. And also, your secret's safe with me."
"Which secret? The fact that I kissed you or the fact that I'm gay?" Malfoy said this with a smirk on his face, almost in a friendly manner. The key word was almost, because he would never soil himself with the friendship of a mudblood.
"Both."
That was where the conversation ended. Harry narrowly avoided being brushed by Draco when he left. After a while, Hermione departed as well, and started to walk back towards the Gryffindor common room, muttering to herself. Harry followed her, but before she could go to the girls' dormitories, Harry pulled off his invisibility cloak. Hermione turned around and the look on her face was priceless. If Harry hadn't been there to see her kissing Malfoy, he would still have been suspecting something scandalous, because Hermione looked very, very guilty.
"Er. Hello, Harry. Why are you up so late?"
"I could be asking you the same thing, Herm. Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Hermione asked softly.
"You know what you were just doing in the Charm's room; something involving a spell, a kiss, and my current enemy. What was that stuff in the air anyway?" Hermione's eyes widened, and a frightened look was on her face. She should have been more careful. Now Harry knew about her spell, and about Draco's secrets.
"Y-you saw that? D-Draco is g-going to kill me! Nobody is supposed to know about his preference. Oh my goodness! You won't tell, will you? Please don't tell. And it was only one kiss! Not even special. It was strictly for scientific purposes! Please don't tell!" This was all said in one breath, and towards the end Hermione was looking a little blue in the face.
"Herm, I'm not going to tell. I was just wondering what that was all about. You still haven't told me what that mist was though." Then Hermione regained her composure, and looked at Harry with an even gaze.
"I don't intend to until Draco tells me what it can do. We could both be famous, you know."
"Fine. Goodnight, Herm." Harry walked towards his dorms and flopped himself onto his bed. He thought about Draco's secret, and about how he had so easily said that he wouldn't tell. He really would do anything for his friend. He rolled over onto his stomach and heard a loud grumble. He had forgotten all about his dinner.
Meanwhile, down in the cold dungeons, Draco Malfoy was brushing his teeth, staring at the vial of silver and gold that was sitting on his dresser. They were still not mixing, even though earlier he had shaken the vial. It was pointless, like mixing oil and water. He started to floss; the vial was still there, the gold and silver separated. It was the essence of Hermione and him. Never mixing, always separate. He washed out his mouth, and put up his toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss.
Once finished, he went over to the vial, and opened it. He poured the contents into a small cauldron. He touched the gold liquid; it was warm and sticky, kind of like honey with the consistency of water. It reflected the personality of the Gryffindor that it had been born from. He then touched the silver liquid. It was cold and felt like soft snow. It was a disheartening type of cold, the kind of cold that reached your soul and made you feel depressed and bitter. This was the difference between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. One was warm, one was cold. One cared for others, one was indifferent. One felt emotions, the other felt nothing. One was trying to say warm and loving; the other trying to avoid it. They never mixed.
***
Author's Note: There will actually be something resembling a plot later in the story, and I will try my hardest to get the next chapter finished in a timely manner, although there are no promises. This will be Harry/Draco slash, and Hermione is there as a pawn (isn't she special). Another warning: I don't have a very good sense of humor. I love humorous stories, but when I attempt comedy it's not very funny and/or well written. :O) If you are still reading this, I have one request, and that is to review. It would be really appreciated. Please!!
Chapter One: Ice
Harry Potter was having a very hard time sleeping. His normally comfortable sheets felt scratchy and stiff, and he was hungry enough to eat a hippogriff. That night he had missed dinner because he had had Quidditch practice with the rest of his team. Ron, the new captain, was as strict as Oliver Wood about staying in shape and practicing all of the detailed strategies for upcoming games. Since attempting to fall asleep appeared to be futile, Harry decided that he would go down to the kitchens for a midnight snack. He reached into his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map and his invisibility cloak, both from his father's days at Hogwarts.
Checking if everyone in the dorm was asleep, he threw the invisibility cloak over himself with a swish. A whispered 'lumos' helped him to see where he was going, and he walked briskly down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible in case anyone was in the common room. He gazed around, and in the red glow of the fire saw some random 5th year cramming for a potions test tomorrow. If there was one thing was always a constant in this castle, it was that Severus Snape's tests were hard, and the teacher took off for every little nit-picky detail (that is, if you weren't a Slytherin).
Making his way across the common room he opened the portrait and started his midnight escapade. He glanced down at the blank looking piece of parchment and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Lines started to curl across the page, forming an accurate map of Hogwarts and all of the people in it. He located himself, and checked the corridors where he would be walking, and saw no threat. He kept scanning the map, looking for Filch, when a dot caught his eye. Draco Malfoy was out, and seemed to be in the Charms classroom with Hermione. This was very odd, for Malfoy despised muggle-borns, and Hermione was most definitely was one. He decided to check it out, hoping that Herm (as he now called her) was okay. Draco was notorious for being the son of a dark wizard ever since the defeat of Voldemort. There were still threats, even if the Dark Lord himself was gone.
He walked slowly towards the Charms corridor, making as little noise as possible. The war against Voldemort had made Filch more short-tempered and pessimistic (if that was possible) and he had been begging Dumbledore for his torture paraphernalia even more than he had begged before. It was pathetic, really.
He finally arrived and opened the door silently. He looked in the room and what he saw shocked him. It was against everything he had ever learned or known. Hermione was snogging Malfoy, his nemesis, and she seemed to be enjoying it. Draco still had his eyes open, and he seemed too flabbergasted to be able to push her away or something of the like. His eyes were trained on the door. Hadn't it been closed a few minutes ago? Harry was staring into Draco's eyes, and he only saw disgust and coldness. Ice; it was what Draco Malfoy was made of. There was no warmth, no love. Then his eyes closed, and he started to fervently respond to Hermione's ministrations, as if he was being controlled by someone else. Hermione's face was now flushed with desire, and every once and a while she would let out a small whimper. Harry was rooted to the place; he couldn't take away his eyes from the disturbing sight. He had been there for eternity, yet only a second.
Then as if nothing had happened, Draco pulled back. He opened his eyes, and Harry saw how dark they were when they were passion enflamed; they were a black abyss, surrounded by a small ring of silver. He muttered a few words and a silver mist formed around him. Hermione did the same thing, except that her haze was a golden brown. He took out a small container and closed it around some of the silver, and then closed it around some gold. The mist inside the bottle turned into two different colored liquids that seemed to repel each other. The silver liquid slowly flowed to the bottom, never mixing with the gold, and the gold floated on top of the silver.
"Damn, I wish that there was some other way to activate this. Now I am going to have to brush my teeth until dawn. I don't want any traces of a female's kiss on my lips, especially yours, Mudblood." It took awhile for Hermione to come out of her lusty stupor and think of a response.
"It's not my fault, Malfoy!" (A/N: Brilliant reply, if I say so myself. :OP) "Yes it is! You are the one that figured out how to get some raw passion! I'm just someone who's trying to find the uses of it."
"Yeah, so you can create some sort of dark potion! You most likely won't even give me credit for what I thought of."
"That shows how much you know about me, Mudblood. I wouldn't use it in a dark potion. The darkness corrupted my father, and killed my mother. And I'm surprised that it actually worked. I wouldn't have been able to explain it to anyone, so of course I'll give you credit. I'm also surprised we have any 'passion' between us, especially enough to form the mist!"
"I've already told you how works for anyone that is willing to kiss someone else and mutter the spell. Honestly, you are acting like Ron. He always forgets what I say!"
"Don't ever compare me to Weasel again, and I'll be going now. Bye, Granger."
"Okay, Malfoy. And also, your secret's safe with me."
"Which secret? The fact that I kissed you or the fact that I'm gay?" Malfoy said this with a smirk on his face, almost in a friendly manner. The key word was almost, because he would never soil himself with the friendship of a mudblood.
"Both."
That was where the conversation ended. Harry narrowly avoided being brushed by Draco when he left. After a while, Hermione departed as well, and started to walk back towards the Gryffindor common room, muttering to herself. Harry followed her, but before she could go to the girls' dormitories, Harry pulled off his invisibility cloak. Hermione turned around and the look on her face was priceless. If Harry hadn't been there to see her kissing Malfoy, he would still have been suspecting something scandalous, because Hermione looked very, very guilty.
"Er. Hello, Harry. Why are you up so late?"
"I could be asking you the same thing, Herm. Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Hermione asked softly.
"You know what you were just doing in the Charm's room; something involving a spell, a kiss, and my current enemy. What was that stuff in the air anyway?" Hermione's eyes widened, and a frightened look was on her face. She should have been more careful. Now Harry knew about her spell, and about Draco's secrets.
"Y-you saw that? D-Draco is g-going to kill me! Nobody is supposed to know about his preference. Oh my goodness! You won't tell, will you? Please don't tell. And it was only one kiss! Not even special. It was strictly for scientific purposes! Please don't tell!" This was all said in one breath, and towards the end Hermione was looking a little blue in the face.
"Herm, I'm not going to tell. I was just wondering what that was all about. You still haven't told me what that mist was though." Then Hermione regained her composure, and looked at Harry with an even gaze.
"I don't intend to until Draco tells me what it can do. We could both be famous, you know."
"Fine. Goodnight, Herm." Harry walked towards his dorms and flopped himself onto his bed. He thought about Draco's secret, and about how he had so easily said that he wouldn't tell. He really would do anything for his friend. He rolled over onto his stomach and heard a loud grumble. He had forgotten all about his dinner.
Meanwhile, down in the cold dungeons, Draco Malfoy was brushing his teeth, staring at the vial of silver and gold that was sitting on his dresser. They were still not mixing, even though earlier he had shaken the vial. It was pointless, like mixing oil and water. He started to floss; the vial was still there, the gold and silver separated. It was the essence of Hermione and him. Never mixing, always separate. He washed out his mouth, and put up his toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss.
Once finished, he went over to the vial, and opened it. He poured the contents into a small cauldron. He touched the gold liquid; it was warm and sticky, kind of like honey with the consistency of water. It reflected the personality of the Gryffindor that it had been born from. He then touched the silver liquid. It was cold and felt like soft snow. It was a disheartening type of cold, the kind of cold that reached your soul and made you feel depressed and bitter. This was the difference between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. One was warm, one was cold. One cared for others, one was indifferent. One felt emotions, the other felt nothing. One was trying to say warm and loving; the other trying to avoid it. They never mixed.
***
Author's Note: There will actually be something resembling a plot later in the story, and I will try my hardest to get the next chapter finished in a timely manner, although there are no promises. This will be Harry/Draco slash, and Hermione is there as a pawn (isn't she special). Another warning: I don't have a very good sense of humor. I love humorous stories, but when I attempt comedy it's not very funny and/or well written. :O) If you are still reading this, I have one request, and that is to review. It would be really appreciated. Please!!