The Rose in the Dark
Summary- What happens when someone slips Harry a box of drugged chocolate on Valentines Day?
Disclaimer- I own only the plotline, not the wonderful characters. They belong only to that gorgeous goddess of ingenuity, J.K.
Warning- Kinda smutty, then it gets dark and tragic, then it might get a happy ending. Contains implied yaoi, slight lemon, mpreg, the mebbe death of a character of my own making. I was pms-ing when I wrote this. RATED M FOR A REASON, FOLKS!!! Oh, and it is a Severitus, just for my sister, Netrixie. This is evil Dumbledore bashing. I needed to write one to get the bile out of my system, so I can concentrate on my good Dumbledore stories.
Author's Note 1- in my story, the tables are arranged in the Great Hall in the following order, if you are overlooking the Hall from the staff table- Slytherin on the far left, then Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, with Gryffindor on the far right. Don't yell at me, this is just for this story. I think.
Author's Note 2- there's nothing going on between Remus and Sirius, other than the fact that they are really good friends. What might look like a threesome including them and Snape is just the awesome coolness of how close they get to each other.
Author's Note 3- Don't freak. I'm reposting the whole bulk of the original story in 9 parts. Chapter 10 is when the new stuff appears, for those of you who have this on Author alert.
Part 2
2They were waiting for him outside the classroom, and Ron immediately started talking. "Rotten luck, mate. I mean, working with Malfoy, that sucks!" Hermione shut him up with one quelling look.
Harry smiled his gratitude to her and asked, "How was Pansy? I heard from Neville that's she's a right harpy and a perfectionist."
Hermione laughed. "She's not that bad. Actually, I think it's a prerequisite of being a Slytherin that you must be good at Potions. She's very thorough."
Ron spoke up excitedly. "Yeah, you're right! Blaise is really good at Potions! He was explaining the whole process to me as we worked! And I got it!"
Hermione and Harry exchanged a glance as Ron continued to ramble on about Blaise's virtues.
They were halfway to Care of Magical Creatures when Ron finally stopped talking about Blaise and said, "Hey, Harry, why were you so buddy-buddy with Malfoy today? The whole class noticed it, mate."
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. He looked tired, and since Friday was Valentine's Day and then there was a Hogsmeade weekend, I figured he could use the help."
Ron thought about that, then said, "Oh. Okay, just don't, you know, be nice to him or anything, 'kay?" Harry chuckled, replying "Fine."
They arrived at Hagrid's hut and waited for the teacher to show up. There was muttering as the class got steadily more nervous, and finally Parvati spoke up and said, "If he doesn't show up soon, I'm going back to bed."
That got a laugh from the rest of the students, and they were still chuckling about it a few minutes later when Professor Grubbly-Plank appeared from behind the groundskeepers hut. The woman briskly looked around the gathered students and then nodded decisively.
"I will be your instructor for this class for the rest of the month, because I am the caretaker of the creature you will be studying. Professor Hagrid has… family problems that he must take care of, so do not expect him back anytime soon."
She nodded again, and then made a beckoning motion towards the rear of the hut. A horse-like head peaked around the corner, then the creature stepped fully from the shadows surrounding it. The class gave a collective gasp.
The creature was tall and had a horses body, but that's not what made it fascinating. Its wings and body were the exact same shade of ebony. The rest of it was furred, and it's feet, instead of being hooves, were lions paws. Its tail was that of a horse, but if you looked closely, you could see that it had black feathers, probably used for steering. Actually, on second look, the body wasn't entirely that of a horse. The shape was, but the muscle arrangement and the overall configuration was that of a hunting cat. All in all, it was an amazing creature.
Grubbly-Plank waited a bit, to let the class absorb the incredible sight, before she asked, "Does anyone know what this creature is?"
Of course, Hermione's hand was in the air before she had even finished talking. She nodded to her, and the young witch said, "It's a Leonine Pegasus, ma'am. They're incredibly rare."
Grubbly-Plank nodded, smiling. "Five points to Gryffindor. Now, this creature only lives in places where contact with humanity is limited or nonexistent. Their feathers are valued ingredients in strength potions, and they are known for their aversion to Dark Magic."
Now Harry understood how the woman had gotten permission to bring the rare creature to class. "They also have some of the characteristics of unicorns in them in that while they may allow others to pet them, they only really like virgins, or those who are pregnant. For today, however, no one is going to go near him. You are to write a foot long essay about this creature and hand it in next class."
The class passed quickly, and soon it was time to go in for lunch. As they made their way up to the castle, Harry was a little annoyed that he wouldn't be able to touch the incredible beast. It would have been awesome.
He tuned out Hermione's lecture on the creature, even though he suspected that he'd need the information she was spewing for the essay, and thought about how hungry he was. It seemed as though he hadn't eaten anything in weeks, he was that hungry.
When they reached the entrance to the school, he wasn't paying attention to were he was going and almost walked into Malfoy.
The two groups of students stopped and stared at each other until Harry gestured for the Triumvirate to precede them. Malfoy raised his eyebrow, but nodded and swept into the building, Pansy and Blaise following after a considering look at the Golden Trio. Ron started to say something, but Hermione cut him off.
"That was well done, Harry." She said in an undertone. Harry rolled his eyes and bowed low to her, saying as he gestured into the building, "After you, Milady, please allow this of your humble servant."
Hermione laughed and whacked him over the head. "Moron. Come on, lets eat. I'm hungry."
A lot of time passes from this break until the next one. Like, a month.
The rest of the month passed in relatively the same way, and the entire school was surprised at the civility shown between the two rival trio's. They no longer fought in the hallways, and could often be found in the library together, or walking to classes with each other.
Ron still revered Blaise, Pansy and Hermione were often off commiserating about being the only girls in the group and how those boys(except Draco) know nothing of fashion or make up. And Potter and Malfoy had become Harry and Draco, much to the consternation of the teachers. They couldn't seem to understand that this truce was for real, and often separated the former rivals in class.
The six of them just laughed it off.
It wasn't all candy and flowers, though. Draco and Harry still got into fights. Pansy still enjoyed belittling Ron. Blaise was still trying to top Hermione in classes. But it was all much more civil.
Okay, break over. Now we go back to Harry p.o.v. Woot!
Harry hated two o'clock in the morning, and had for the past couple of days. Because, every morning at exactly two o'clock in the morning, he rolled out of bed and puked. It was annoying and disgusting, and he couldn't seem to stop. He was hunched over the toilet when Ron walked into the bathroom.
"Harry, mate, you okay?" Ron asked blearily.
Harry coughed, spat into the toilet bowl, and said, "Yeah. It was something I ate. You can go back to bed." Ron nodded and wandered back to his four poster bed. Harry sighed as he sat there, hugging the toilet bowl. He hoped that this would end soon, or else he'd have to go to Madame Pomphrey and he really didn't want to do that.
The next morning, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, unable to stomach the idea of eating anything in front of him. Hermione was looking at him with a worried expression, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was mothered. He was right.
"Harry, I don't care how apathetic you're feeling, you need to eat something." He looked at her and groaned.
"But I don't want anything." Before Hermione could respond to that, Ron spoke up.
"Harry, is this because of last night? 'Cause you heaving pretty bad." Hermione shot Harry a look and started yelling at him.
"Harry, if you were sick, you should have gone to the hospital wing. Madame Pomphrey would have fixed you up, you know that."
Harry shoved his plate out of the way and thumped his head on the table. "I know," he groaned.
He felt a hand land on his shoulder and he looked up into Draco's face. "Hermione, I know you enjoy yelling at Harry, but we need to go to Potions or Snape will kill us."
Harry could have kissed Draco just then, and that thought made his stomach jump. He frowned as he got up. Every time Draco touched him, some part of his being wanted to jump the beautiful blonde. He didn't know why, but he was beginning to get annoyed by it. Not that he didn't like the blonde, but he wasn't even gay, so why would he want the boy that way?
Then his frown got deeper. He still didn't know what had happened that Valentine's Day weekend, but he'd surmised that it had been a boy. And now, he seemed to only want Draco. Maybe he was gay.
The change of his expression from frown to shocked surprise caught Hermione's attention. She slipped her arm through his and let the other's get in front of them. "What's the matter, Harry?" she asked, concerned.
He looked at her, then made sure that everyone was far enough ahead that they didn't hear him. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I think I'm gay."
She chuckled and asked "What makes you think that?"
He stopped walking and let the others get way far away from them before he answered, frowning thoughtfully, "I'm lusting after Draco." Hermione looked at him, then started snickering. He blushed, realizing that his wording could have been better and said, "What's so funny about that?"
She managed to say, "Pansy and I were betting on how long it would take you to realize how hot Draco is." Harry's frown deepened. "You were betting on this?!" he asked incredulously.
She stopped laughing and looked at him, her expression serious. "Don't be mad at me, or I won't tell you something." He glared at her, then relented and asked, "What?"
She smiled, that sweet smile that scared anyone in their right minds, and said, "Draco is gay too." Then she started walking to class.
He followed her, his mind whirling with the information he'd just received. He liked Draco. Draco was gay. Oh. My. God. Now he was really nervous.