Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the lack of update... whatever faceless beings that read this. I dunno. Anyways, the plot is moving bit by bit. I like suspence and drama, and I'm kind of making these chapters to fit that. Why? Because I like it that way. I could've made this chapter longer, but I liked that last sentence.
Alright, again, thanks to my friend Petra (AnkouBlake) for calling me today and relieving the tortuous bordom of accomplishing nothing and reminding me I needed to work on this. Go check out her fic "Harry Potter and the Final Meeting". Leave her some love, since it's a waaaaay better fic than mine, but for some reason, she loves it. I have no idea why, but she does.
And, as usual, blah blah blah thanks to Mel blah blah blah writing a long time ago blah.
So, even though this chapter is a little short, I hope whoever reads it beside Petra can enjoy it. I'll try to work on it more, but my Word is acting funny and whatnot. It's on the list of things to fix, I swear.
Enjoy!
I Love to Hate You
Harry found himself again in another position he shouldn't've been in. It left him wondering how he got himself into these messes. The dungeons were dark and dank, and he was leaning against a stone wall enjoying the cool feel of it. It kept his mind off of things to come. Legs crossed at the ankle, he kept his hands in his pockets, the cloak close at hand just in case.
Ron and Hermione were out patrolling around here. The occasional ghost and maybe a teacher, but for the most part he was safe. Sure, if he did get caught, it would be a worse punishment because his friends did do their job, but the risk wasn't as high because his friends were on the job. He sighed, getting a bit bored waiting around.
Draco's footfalls were quiet echoes from the dark corridor. He spoke softly before giving Potter the chance to runaway or hide.
"Do they always do that, Potter?" His voice was soft as he came up next to the other boy. "The Mudblood and Weasel. I could've sworn one of them was about to have their face sucked off."
Disgusting. No one needed to see something like that. Now he'd be having nightmares for ages. He kept a reminder to avoid their patrol area when he had to do his. Or maybe give them a surprise.
Harry gave a tight smile as he spoke, "They think no one knows, but it's as obvious as the crook on Snivellus' nose."
He hadn't told anyone, because it was their choice when, and if, they wanted to tell anyone about it. I wasn't his business to go around and let out other people's private lives. Harry just wished they would tell him. Every time he asked about it, they were able to lie to him so easily he couldn't find a single thing to fault them on without letting them know he'd seen them.
It was the only time Ron didn't turn as red as his hair and sputter.
"Watch your mouth, Potter," Draco snapped. That was his godfather, after all.
"Then you watch yours," Harry retorted. "Anyway. What's this big thing you have to tell me so desperately?"
Draco sighed. Well this was a wonderful start, wasn't it? They were already getting on each other's nerves. He decided to just get to the point. Which didn't work so well right here. He crossed his arms loosely, looking the other boy over with the corner of his lips slightly upturned. How brave he was. Coming, yet again, to a secluded, dark area to meet his mortal enemy.
How very interesting.
"Potter, why don't we take this inside to more private areas?" he asked, walking a few steps down the corridor where the Slytherin entrance to the Prefect rooms were.
Now Harry felt himself lose composure. "Why could be more private than a dark hallway, Malfoy?"
Harry could name quite a few. He just didn't like any of them that came to mind.
"Is something wrong with right here?" Harry demanded. "You have this private place charmed or something you couldn't do in the hallway?"
That snide little tone was starting to grate on Draco's nerves. He sighed quietly, hands on his hips as he looked at Harry. He was really starting to push it. For Merlin's sake, there was a war going on! Sure, the battle hadn't erupted yet, but the Death Eater attacks increasing, the safety measure rising, shifts of power in well known families and businesses… Could the Boy-Who-Lived really be this soft in the head?
"Stop arguing with me, Potter," he commanded. "You want to know what I have to say. You showed up, didn't you? If you want to know, we do it on my terms. And my terms are we take the conversation somewhere else."
There was a bust of an ugly ancient wizard placed on a podium near Draco. All you had to do was say the password to it, and it would move the stone wall and lead to the Prefect common room, and the separate House Prefect rooms. Really, he wanted to get inside sooner. He didn't know what could be listening.
"Or… maybe you want to kill me," Harry said, not really believing his own words.
Draco rolled his eyes at the other boy. "Some Auror you'll be, Potter. Any Unforgivable can be traced back to the source, and if you think anyone here wouldn't be able to get to me right away if I did do it, you're not all that bright. But, I guess we all knew that."
The blond turned to the bust, muttering something and the wall behind it slid back revealing the common room where the Prefect suites connected. Harry was just being ridiculous now, and he wasn't going to stand for it anymore.
Harry said nothing to the harsh words, watching the other boy as he looked into the revealed room. There was no arguing that he wouldn't follow. This arrogant ass of a pureblood drone had something about him that Harry couldn't just pretend wasn't there. From the sleek silvery blond hair, to the ice hard grey of his eyes, even that pretentious smirk on his face.
"Coming, Potter?" the smooth voice of the Slytherin interrupted his train of thought.
Harry joined Draco in entering the common room with a disgruntled mutter of, "Lead the way."
Author's Notes: Awesome good times, right? Smug little bastard and an unselfish stubborn git, right? I have no idea what half the British slang is, seriously. XD It's like the Austin Powers movie where Austin and his dad start talking real fast and there's subtitles underneath and then it's just question marks until we get to 'shat on a turtle!'
Yeeeeeeeeah...
Anyways, if anyone out there are Metal fans and all the subtitles that entails, or anyone who's friends with a metalhead and you just don't see the appeal, pick up the book 'Lords of Chaos', the newest edition. I borrowed it from a friend, and while I don't understand Metal any better (I still can't see the different between Death and Black... they're still screaming and playing raw), the stories of these crazy fuckers are interesting as hell, man.
It's better than a murder mystery. Why? Because they've all killed at least one person, or themselves! Or burned a church... or screwed a corpse... or ate a piece of someone's brain... It gives you the history on Metal and it's really crazy shit. Random, I know, but I had to stop reading to do this, so shush and pick up the book if you're looking for something interesting.
And it's got a lot of people from Norwegia! Norway. XD That's what I call it to piss of the friend who lent me the book. It's a fun word to say. Nor-we-ge-a. Say it!
Next chapter will probably be a while. Leave a reply if you feel so inclined.
SL