Disclaimer: I do not own the HP stories at all. But I did just write one for fun..only one!..I don't own the boys!
Rating: M
Warning: future slash, HP/DM pairing, language, an other things...
A/N thank youFTP the ones that added the story to their faves and story alert!im hoping you like it!it means a lot! I don't think there's anything I need to mention to thatlithe rest of the week an weekend updates may be slow but I'll hookuti up tho!i won't leave you stranded:0 lol anyways thanks again!
Chapter four
Harry stretches while entering the common room, returning from the "study date" with Malfoy. Feeling confident that the rest of the two weeks wasn't going to be bad at all. They got along well researching in the library alone..together. No major arguments or fights, no interruptions, not as many stares well besides the crooning girls batting their eyelashes at Harry and Malfoy's way. Harry was surprised how cooperative Malfoy had been, so far no insults...wait
" Scarhead"
" Ferret"
" Prat"
" Ponce"
Yeah there was insults.. the usuals, nothing more and nothing less. By now Harry and Malfoy were used to it. It was natural to argue with Malfoy and call him names, well that's how Harry felt about it.
As he enters the common room he looks around searching for Ron to let him know that he is still alive. Ron clearly stated a million times that if Harry didn't show up in the common room before curfew, he was going to send out a major search party. Everyone already knew the plan, well except Harry. All he knew was that he better had showed up before curfew or all Gryffindor hell was going to break loose.
Scanning the room he notices Hermione in the corner reading a book hoping this was the right opportunity to patch things up between Ron and Hermione. Three days without Hermione was far too much, plus he we sure he was going to need Hermione's help with all the work due in two weeks. Harry didn't want anything to come between them in their sixth year.
Disturbed from her entertaining reading, Hermione peeks over the book to greet Harry as he took a seat across from her.
" Hey Mione' "
"Harry is something wrong?"
"Yes..err no..well yes." Hermione looks at Harry confused on where he was going with this, trying hard not to interrupt him by letting him get whatever he had to say out, which was not happening as soon as she'd like. Opening her mouth to intervene Harry finally admits that yes indeed there was a problem. He was already fed up with her and Ron's attitude towards each other. He wanted to be the peace maker and damn it he was determined to be the peace maker!
Sighing, Hermione closes her book and stands up. Pulling Harry into a tight embrace.
" Harry, I'm so glad your smart, in a way. I've been waiting for Ron to apologize but I see that he will not so someone had to be the bigger person and I was too hurt to be the bigger person and oh Harry." She pulls Harry back and held him tighter than before, while Harry began to protest at the 'I'm so glad your smart, in a way' comment. Forgetting about it all until he realizes he couldn't breath.
"Mione'.. Can't...breath..need air".
"Oh sorry"
" So, do you want to tell me why your really mad at Ron because I believe it's something more than the little conflict you guys had about Snape...Was the part about having a crush on Snape the problem? I mean if you have a crush on him I'm fine with it just as long as you don't tell me about how soft that greasy git's skin is." Making a disgusted face after the thought of Snape having soft skin peeks into his mind.
Trying to keep the blush from reaching up to her cheeks she fails as she smiles softly looking down.
" Look, Harry its not Snape I have a crush on. It's-"
Hermione stops mid sentence as the portrait swings open. Ron brussels in red faced and concerned. "Blimey Harry I sent out a search party already and your here!" He waves his hands wildly finally stopping to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Ron gapes and freezes as he looks over to see who's standing next to Harry.
" Hi. Ron." Blushing madly, sending a slow sweet sad smile toward Ron. He recovers and gulps slowly.
" Er. Hey Hermione..how have you been?"
" For Merlin's sake! You guys act like its been weeks since you last saw each other. Ron I've apologized for you and Mione' has accepted it. So I expect you to kiss and makeup now because it's settled and I'm going to bed. Oh and yes I'm alive Malfoy didn't kill me and I didn't kill him. Night." Harry bristly walks to the boys dorm after saying all that in one go. Meanwhile Ron and Hermione stands there alone both blushing madly before saying an awkward goodnight.
As soon as Harry sees his bed, he crashes on it. Washed out from the day not wanting to change clothes or shower. 'I'll do that in the morning' he thinks. Letting out one long sigh, he turns over to lay on his back. Needing to meditate to clear his mind from anything negative before bed, hoping that this will prevent him from having a nightmare. He really hoped so.
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Whispering the password, Draco swiftly enters the Slytherin common room hoping to bypass anyone wanting to talk to him. He had a long day and ended it with Potter. He sighs ' He really needs help. I didn't know he wasn't that intelligent but my head hurts and it's his fault!' He pouts. Being Draco Malfoy, he blamed everyone but himself at any given time, being Draco Malfoy he blamed Potter at every given time. This time, his headache was Potters fault.
"Draco." Strutting to his room he stops as he heard Pansy's voice from behind. Exhaling deeply, he turns around to see Pansy with her hands spread out open for a hug. ' Is she serious? I'm not going to hug her. Especially not in front of people in the common room for Merlin's sake!'. It was rumored that Draco and Pansy had a thing. Well they did, but Pansy took it way to far. He would only go to her only if he needed her. She believed that it was more than just a need, she believed he wanted her just like she wanted him. She was wrong. Everyone one wanted him and he never wanted them. Amused by his thoughts he snaps out of it seeing that Pansy had moved closer to him. ' Oh no! Reaching distance.'
" Hey Pans. Look I'm really exhausted and I would love to retire early. As much as I would love for you to join, I'm afraid I may fall asleep before anything else." Putting on his Malfoy charm he smiles at her knowing that she will buy his excuse to get away from her.
" Oh Draco your so cute! Next time okay?..I haven't been in your room in awhile. I miss it!" She winks and whines at the same time. Giving him the puppy dog eyes effect. 'ugh she really needs to stop doing that. Her pug face isn't making it better. Yuck' he mentally rolls his eyes.
Before leaving he winks at her and hastily makes his way to his room. Draco had his own private room in the Slytherin house while the rest had to share. Since Professor Snape is his godfather, he gets away with a lot more things than the other Slytherins. Getting what he wanted was his favorite reason as to why he loved being Professor Snape's godson. There are consequences to your actions, Professor Snape would always say. Even though he got what he wanted he may get other things he didn't ask for, like Blaise always coming in when ever he wanted but he was to bothered by it. For instance girls like Pansy always wanting to spend the night, now he was bothered by that. Shivering at the thought he strips out of his robes to change into his black silk pajama pants.
Sleeping without a shirt he lays on his back and looks at his spelled ceiling. Watching the dragons attack each other he sighs. The smaller dragon coming back stronger every time he fails. He had sympathy for that little dragon. 'Poor dragon'.
Wishing that he could go to bed peacefully for just one night. He closes his eyes imagining that he's the smaller dragon attacking the other dragon.
He falls and gets back up, swinging his tail around aiming it at the head of the dragon.
Roars, as he gets swiped by the other dragon's horn.
He falls and gets back up charging faster than before, knocking the bigger dragon over.
The bigger dragon expects his every move and swipes him just before he can close on the charge.
He falls, stepping back slowly. He thinks. Building up all his power and might and will power to survive, opening his mouth to release all that power he conjured.
Draco stands over the bigger dragon in his human form. Chest held high. High off of pride and his victory. He yells in triumph.
Turning over to his side, Draco blinks sleepily and sadly he smiles wishing that he was that dragon. The smaller one who survives and wins with a flawless victory. ' No. I am that dragon'.
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Waking up solemnly. Harry stretches and smiles. Last night was a nightmare free night. He didn't know what it meant but he was happy. Harry was for sure thinking that he was going to have that same dream again. He was only used to it, not to the pain but the dream occurrence itself. This was the first night in forever and he wanted to celebrate with a nice cinnamon shower, fresh toothpaste, then chocolate. Loving the minty taste of the chocolate and toothpaste combined. Pondering on what it was that he dreamt of, well he really couldn't remember it all that well. Only thing that was distinct in his dream was the color gray. That was about it.
Standing right under the water he breathes in and exhales slowly letting go and soothing himself through the water. Who ever knew Harry Potter loved taking showers. Humming as the pressure from the water radiates and soothes his skin, he drifts off into a day dream caused by his soft hums.
Gray eyes...
Soft pale skin..
Vanilla scented...
Blon-...
" Morning mate!" Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus all chirp at once making Harry jump out of his daydream. He shakes his head not really knowing what exactly was the point of his day dream or how it came about or who it was about. Harry greets them with a grin before continuing to wash.
Enjoying the shower conversation they have every morning when they were together at the same time. It usually consist of bashing the Slytherins who bash them. Talking about how horrible Snape is. Occasionally girls get mentioned, not as much as they should but they aren't completely forgotten. Harry always walks away laughing and shaking his head at the conversations that they have, it makes no sense sometimes but he enjoys it. 'Nothing's better than a good laugh in the morning'.
All leaving from their dorms to the common room together in rapid conversations. It looked like the day was going to go well after all, maybe even this term. Harry thought after seeing Hermione face light up upon seeing them. Good day indeed.
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Green...
Cinnamon...
Black hair...
Draco smiles as he wakes up from his dream only thinking of green, cinnamon and black hair, why he don't know. Not having a nightmare really made his mornings...' Wait!..I didn't have a nightmare?' Draco jumps up from his last minute sleep, eyes widen as a smile spreads across his face. 'Ah yes this day is going to be good'.
Green, cinnamon, black hair is all he remembers. 'Good indeed'.
As Draco dresses and makes his way to the Great Hall with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. He struts with his head held high, hands adjusting his cuffs to land on his rubs as they run down his front side, he continues to stride. Lifting one brow as the girls in every year gape as they see Draco pass them and...' Yes the crooning returns, they love me' he smiles mentally seeing a few of the sixth and seventh year boys stare with jealousy and curiosity.
Smirking Draco sits between Blaise and Crabbe, making his presence known, all the while trying to avoid Pansy's constant stares and desperate acts to grab his attention he gazes around the Great Hall. Feeling confident and good and Malfoy-like he looks over to the Gryffindor table ' Well well well... scarhead is late, typical Potter'. As if on cue, the Golden Trio enters the great hall excitedly talking and sharing secret smiles with each other. As Potter takes his seat he catches Malfoy's eyes. Green locked to gray. Draco's breath hitches.
Green..cinnamon..black hair...was his only thought.
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Harry freezes as he takes his seat, looking straight ahead, eyes land to Malfoy. Green locked to gray. Harry's stomach drops, to an unrecognizable nervousness.
Gray...vanilla..." Blonde", he whispers.
A/N well how doyou like so far!...review pleaseeeeeeeee!thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!Chapter 5 is already ready *gasp* didn't mean to say that!
