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Chapter 2: Fighting and Old Hideouts
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Harry finally managed to untangle himself from the raging Slytherin and stood up.
"Watch where you're fucking going Malfoy"
Harry moved to walk past Draco, but Draco shot an arm out in front of Harry blocking his path.
"Apologize"
"What? Why the fuck would I have to apologize? You smashed into me."
"I said apologize, Potter."
"Fuck you."
Harry raised his hand to move Draco's arm, Draco pulled his arm back and shoved Harry hard into the wall.
"Look. Potter. I am not having a good day. Fucking apologize and lets be on our way, huh?"
"Malfoy! Potter!"
Harry turned his head to the side, Draco's arm across his chest pinning him to the wall, to see Professor McGonagall running towards them.
"Stop this fighting right now! I am not going to tolerate another year of this nonsense. Unless you both want to lose house points I would suggest you both get to your respective common rooms right now!"
Draco let his arm fall back to his side and smirked at Harry. He turned his back and raised his hand in a mocking wave.
"See ya later, Potter."
Harry stepped forward and fixed his glasses.
"You two really need to stop this Harry. It is not a good example for the younger students. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey doesn't want you two in her office every week again."
"Yeah."
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At 10:55pm that night, Harry slipped out of bed as quietly as could be and tip toed down to the common room and out the portrait hole.
When he got out of hearing range of any sleeping students he broke into a run. He was going to be late. He only had 5 minutes to get to the meeting of the Order.
He whipped around a corner and jumped down a flight of stairs or two. Finally he stood in front of Dumbledore's office.
"Jelly Belly"
The Statue moved to the side and he ran up the stairs.
Dumbledore was already gone apparently.
Harry stopped in front of the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and hopped in.
"Number 12, Grimmauld Place!"
Harry appeared in the great living room of the Black household.
"Sorry I'm late!"
Harry immediately stopped and stared at the person sitting on the couch. Then over at Dumbledore.
"What is he doing here?"
Draco sat up from the couch and stared at Harry
"Yeah, what the fuck is he doing here?"
Dumbledore just sat back and chuckled
"I have a mission, one that I need you both for."
"Sir, we can't be in the same room with each other at school… How are we supposed to work on a mission together"
"It's a fairly simple task really."
"Sir…"
"Now, just hear me out boys."
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"Hey Harry! Wake up. Come on, you're gonna miss breakfast!"
Ron shook Harry who was finally fast asleep after another restless night.
"Harry! Come on."
"Huh? … muuurrrrr… yeah, I'm up. Okay."
Harry pulled himself up and out of bed. Yawning widely he glanced up at his best friend.
"Hey go ahead without me. I need to take a shower and get dressed."
"Right, you better hurry. We're already late as it is."
Ron grabbed his tie off of his bed and began tying it as he walked out the door.
Harry stretched and walked into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, got dressed, and raked his fingers through his unruly hair.
With a quick grimace at his reflection he headed out of Gryffindor tower down towards the Grand Hall.
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Draco was once again, in a bad mood. Thanks to Dumbledore he would have to spend most of his free time on a mission with only
Harry Potter. This didn't exactly translate to the best term he had ever had.
"So, I kicked the leg of her table which knocked her whole potion all over her! Snape took 20 points from Gryffindor for it!!"
Draco smiled and laughed at Pansy's story, but his heart wasn't exactly in it. His mind was other places. Places like his dreams last night.
He pushed his egg around on his plate, deep in though. Draco suddenly stood up and went to walk out of the Hall.
"Where are you going Draco honey? You barely touched your food."
Pansy grabbed Draco's wrist and smiled up at him.
Draco wrenched his arm from her, and threw her a disgusted look.
"I'm not hungry."
Draco grabbed his things and swept out of the Grand Hall. When he reached the other side of the doors he paused for a moment, and sighed.
After only a moment of standing there he heard footsteps coming down the halls. He quickly gathered himself and held his head up and he walked forward with a smirk on his face.
Walking a bit further forward, someone came into view from around a corner up ahead. It was Harry Potter.
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Harry turned the corner towards the Great Hall with his head down. When he was only twenty feet from the doors he heard someone behind him clear their throat loudly. Turning around Harry saw that Draco Malfoy was standing about two feet away.
"You look like you're really thinking hard, Potter. Trying to figure out a way to beat us to the cup this year?"
"Sod off, Malfoy. I am a bit preoccupied at the moment."
"I really don't appreciate being talked to that way Potter. It's not my fault the orphan savior can't be engaged in simple conversation."
"Shut the fuck up, I am not in the fucking mood. Look, we are both going to be expelled in our last year here if we let McGonagall see us fight one more time. I am really not in the mood to be homeless, are you?"
"Don't worry, she won't get a chance to see. You'll be down before they have a chance to get out here."
Draco smirked at Harry and cracked his knuckles.
"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you Malfoy, but you just can't let me alone for five bloody minutes this term can you? …… Fine. You wanna fight? Follow me."
Harry striated from where he was leaned against the wall and began walking down the hall.
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't protest and followed Harry through the castle out a passage he didn't even know existed which left them standing about 20 feet out of the reach of the Whomping Willow.
"Why in Merlin's name, did you lead me out here?"
Harry completely ignored Draco's question and picked up a broken branch from the ground.
"Hello? Potter? You gonna answer me?"
Draco stopped his questioning when Potter bent down as close as he could get to the willow and jabbed a small knot with the stick and the branches completely stopped moving.
"What? How did you…."
"Come on…"
Harry crawled between the large roots and disappeared and after a slight inspection of the hole Draco followed. They appeared in an underground passage which seemed to go on for quite a ways.
"Where exactly are you taking me?"
"Somewhere nobody will here us, and if they do it won't matter."
"Okay, you are really starting to creep me out Potter."
After walking for was seemed like miles through the dark, damp passage they reached a steep flight of stairs. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like miles, Harry's head finally hit a trapdoor with a loud thud. Pushing open the trap door they immerged in a medium sized room with ripped up carpets, smashed furniture, and a couple unbroken chairs and a table.
"Okay…. Where the fuck are we…."
"The Shrieking Shack."
Draco stared at Harry for a second as if he had just grown another head, and turned around starting to open the trap door.
"What? Are you scared?"
"Of course not!"
Draco let the trap door fall back, but he stayed right next to it.
"So why the fuck did you bring me up to the most haunted house in all of England?"
"It's not haunted; anyway we won't be heard up here by any teachers. Sure, we'll miss History of Magic but you wanted to beat my ass, so here we are!"
Draco just walked up to Harry and punched him in the stomach. Harry bent down slightly and gasped for a breath. Draco paused for a second expecting Harry to try and hit him back, but when the retaliation didn't come he shoved Harry hard up against the wall and punched his in the face. Again, he waited a moment for Harry to retaliate but again, it didn't come.
"Why the fuck aren't you fighting back, Potter?!"
Harry striated himself and wiped the blood off of his face and shrugged.
"heh." Draco sat down in the boarded up window on the left wall of the room.
"For dragging me up here so enthusiastically I would have thought you wanted to fight."
Harry stood up from where he had slumped in the corner lost in thought.
"We should get back…"
"History of Magic is only a fourth over, if we go back now we'll just get into more trouble."
Harry looked up at Draco with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Since when do you care about getting in trouble? It's not like you do… all you have to do is call daddy dearest and he'll bail his little prince right out of it."
Draco moved slightly as if about to stand up, but he just took a deep breath and let his head fall back against the windowsill.
"Not that you would fucking care, but I don't exactly have that luxury anymore."
"What? Is daddy mad at you for something?... Oooh maybe.."
"Look! My father knows I am in the fucking Order okay? I am no longer his fucking son."
Draco stood up and walked to the other side of the room, turned around as if to walk the other way but turned back to the wall and punched it so hard his fist went right through the decaying drywall.
"Just shut the fuck up, Potter. You don't know what it is like to lead two lives! Everyone knows exactly who the fuck you are! You're Mr. Gryffindor. The-Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone knows which side you're on. Nobody assumes naturally that you're fucking evil! There is no sneaking around for you, playing Prince of Slytherin then reporting about Voldemort the next moment. Do you have any fucking clue in that perfect skull of yours what getting caught means for me. It means I am useless! Nobody in the Order fucking trusts me, and there is no more working to bring down Voldemort because the only thing I could ever be used for was a spy!"
Draco pressed his left hand up against the wall and stood with his face in the corner. His right fist clenched next to his body.
"Um… Draco, I'm not saying I have any idea what you're going through…. But I do know what it is like to lead two completely different lives. For the 1st 11 years of my life I thought I was nothing, I was treated like I was less than nothing. Then I find out about my parents, and that the man who murdered them wants me dead more than anything in the world and the reason for his attack on my parents was a fucking prophesy about ME. Just because my mother's remaining aura reflected Voldemort's spell back on him, I am revered as some sort of martyr… It's not all fun and games you know."
Draco lifted his head slightly and chuckled
"You're right you don't have any idea what I am going through… but, it seems you aren't as perfect as everyone makes you out to be."
Draco moved to sit across from Harry who was leaning against a wall with his knees under his chin.
"Are you okay?"
Draco gestured towards the cut on Harry's lip.
"Uh.. Yeah, I'm fine. Okay…. Why the hell are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"
"There doesn't seem to be anything to fight about anymore does there? Plus nobody is around, and I doubt that anyone will care about me much longer anyway… Once Slytherin finds out about my father I'll be shunned. Might as well make a new friend while I can, huh?"
"And why exactly would you think I would want to be your friend after 6 years of complete torment?"
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