Disclaimer: I Do you honestly think that if I owned Harry Potter I would be writing fanfic about it? o.O ... Okay I probably would... ^.^ But I don't... And that's a good thing for YOU. o.O
Story: Turning And Spinning
Chapter: (2)
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Lupin/Sev, ...
Warnings:
- Slash/Yaoi/boyXboy lovin'
- A lot of scene switching. lol
Summery: Harry walked in on Remus Lupin on a bad night. A Full Moon night. And is changed. Draco has a few things going on to, that even he doesn't know about. And Voldie is up to something new. Ron/Hermione/Dumbles bashing

A/N: So basically I did a funny. Remus ACTUALLY took over because Slughorn was too messed up in the head about his part in Voldies life. Blah. So he left, and Remus came in. Also I may have more or less horcrux pieces for this... maybe more... No less, so I don't have to go through everything. It kinda bores me when you go through the same exact things they do in the books. But whatever. This IS the end of SIXTH year not FIFTH.

A/N2: Right, so I should have updated a while back and this really doesn't make up for it. Sorry. I'm not even going to try and explain. My excuses are pretty sad anyway. Lets just say writers block and be done with it. -nods-

Enjoy!

(Some time before last chapter)
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Draco Malfoy was walking back down to the dungeons. He had just gotten life to pass safely through the cabinets. He would tell his father to inform his lord tomorrow. Sleep, at this point, was a definite must.

Not only did he have to stay up awfully late these past few months but as his birthday drew nearer, his inheritance loomed over him. Stress was building up in heaps. But that's fine. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he could sleep as long as he wanted.

When he got to his room he flopped onto his bed in a very unMalfoyish manner. He just lay there, already regretting not changing into pajamas but not really caring.

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Draco woke up, sun light heating his face from the magicked windows. Groaning, he sat up. It looked to be around eleven or so. He quickly got up, showered, dressed and dragged himself to the kitchens. Food first then tell his father about his success.

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"Oh, really?" Lord Voldemort, formally known as Tom Riddle, sat in a lone plush chair in front of the fire, reading a book. He had finally learned one of the biggest secrets that his inner ring of followers had hidden for so long. He sent for Lucius Malfoy. Chuckling as he continued to read. Yes, he could use this to his advantage. It didn't matter how many toes he stepped on, it was definitely an advantage.

"You called, sir?" The eldest Malfoy bowed, facing the back of the chair his master was resting in.

"Yes. Lucius, please tell your son he need not finish his mission. I have other plans for him for a later time." He waved his arm out to the side and the blond took his leave. When the door was firmly shut Riddle chuckled again. Yes, a big advantage, indeed. A few other things were likely to come to light as well, soon enough.

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Lucius quickly apparated to his home and not two seconds later flooed over to Hogwarts, Severus Snape's personal quarters.

"Severus?" He looked around but did not see the man. He made his way through a slightly ajar door on the other side of the room. It led down to the mans personal potions room. "Sev?" There was a small explosion.

"Damn it!" A few scuffing noises. "Damn! Who is? What do you want? I'm busy!" Lucius reached the bottom of the stair case and chuckled a little. His friend was rubbing his face with a dirty rag and his hair was standing up from his head.

"What ARE you doing?" he smirked when the other glared at him.

"Need you ask? Honestly." He huffed. After a little work his hair was back to normal... Minus most of the grease."Sev, I need you get Draco for me. It's urgent." When the man turned back around, he understood and raced out the door. Draco was likely to be in the common rooms at this time.

When the professor got to the Slytherin commons his godson was nowhere to be seen. When he asked Draco's friends, they all said he had slept in and left about twenty minutes ago mumbling about food. That probably meant he was in the kitchens. The man decided to just wait outside. After a while, Draco finally showed up.

"Professor Snape." he inclined his head politely, intending on just walking by, into his dorms.

"Actually, Draco, I'd like to have a word." With that he walked off back to his rooms, expecting the blond to follow. He did.

When they got back to Snape's rooms, Draco barely hid his surprise at his fathers presence.

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Draco was slightly put off. He'd spent all this time trying to do this impossible mission and when he was on the brink of being finished... he was told to stop. Needless to say, he was now in a bad mood.

Lucky for the brooding blonde boy, or unlucky depending on how you want to look at it, he was stalking the halls somewhere on the second floor. And it just so happens that Harry Potter, his favorite vent, had just walked out of some unused class room. Perfect.

Harry saw the boy and groaned, slapping his forehead. A confrontation was the last thing he needed.

"Now, now Potty. I know I'm quite attractive but lets save the moaning and groaning for when I'm not around to be appalled by it."

"Shove it, Malfoy. I don't wan to put up with your ignorance today. So just sod off." Harry turned around and walked the opposite direction, not even attempting to pass his idiot of a rival. Malfoy ignored the supposed burn and smirked as he caught up to the boy wonder. He was itching for a fight and Potter leaving like that was not getting him any closer to one.

"Come now... Hero." His smirk grew at the glare sent his way. "That's just not going to do. Bad manners and all. I simply did not say it was okay for you to walk away.-"

"Yes, because I have to have your permission, right. The Great Mister Pureblood himself did not okay my departure. Wow. Am I in for it or what?" Harry stopped. "You know what... I don't bleeding care if you allowed it or not. I don't care if you think you're soupier to me. I don't care about what opinions you may have concerning... anything! I really don't care if you're a prefect and going to dock points for my telling you off. And you know what. I don't even care, as of this moment, if you really did turn out to be a DeathEater. I honestly don't care. I really don't. You want to know what I do care about. Of course not, but I'll tell you anyway. I care that right you're annoying me. I care that you always do this and it's getting old. Come on, I know you can do better than that. Try something new for a change. You want to start something with me.

Then get new material. Everything else is done to death and it's getting on my nerves. You disappoint me Malfoy. You really do. When you've gotten something new give me a shout. Until then, shove off." Harry turned on his heal and headed off in the direction he had originally intended, the way Malfoy had come from.

The blonde boy... could only stare at the now empty space stll trying to figure out if he sould be insulted or worried about becoming predictable.

He went with both. Merlin help the next poor soul that crossed his path. His sour mood just got squirt in the eye with a lemon.

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To Be Continued...

Chibi:^Okay, so if you give me awesome reviews I'll try and squirt a lemon in your eye in later chapters... That... didn't...-
PlotBunnie: No, it didn't. o.O -shakes head-
Chibi: Sorry. You know what I meant... ANYWAY! If you could suggest a name for this chapter that would be like great. I'm kinda clueless...
PlotBunnie: And a beta would be good as well. -ignores Chibi's glare-

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-Chibi
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