Title: Magical Handcuffs
Chapter 4: Slytherin Secrets
Summary: Draco has a fixation with being a magician and handcuffs himself to Harry. Now that they can't get the handcuffs off, magical or with the key Draco lost, what are they going to do? Will it bring them closer together or will they just kill each other? --5 th Year—
Authors Note: Oh and yes this will be a slash fic so just as a warning. Also, there might be a Ron/Hermione paring. Oh and I do not own Harry Potter is was made by the great Jk Rowling
Beta Reader: Thank the lucky stars for me! Phoenix A. Black has come to my rescue!
Special Thanks: To the person who gave me that colorful review. It made me want to update my story even sooner! Thanks for the encouragement. I will try and update as soon as possible just for you.Oh and if you want to insult me, couldn't you at least spell correctly?
There is a thin line
That keeps me from breaking down
Falling
And staying with my face in the ground
From giving up
Never moving from this spot
Staying like this for eternity
Has never this felt so right
But laying right here
Is the only place that I have ever felt
Like I actually belong
I know I shouldn't give in
But it feels so right
Laying here in the mud
With my face in the ground
Hiding from reality
-By Lady Hoshi
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"We meet again Harry," Voldemort smiled. Harry tried to hide Draco behind him, trying to put the handcuffs out of sight. "Ah so the rumors are true. Harry is handcuffed to Draco. My, Draco, I am disappointed in you. You were supposed to report anything to do with Harry to your father. Does that mean you refuse me?"
Draco stood next to Harry, "I would never be on your side."
"Wrong choice, with you two chained together, you can't possibly dodge all the curses." Voldemort raised his wand . . .
"Noooo!" Harry yelled as he woke up sweating from his dream.
Draco stirred from his sleep and looked at him. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing Draco, but we should get up. Breakfast is soon, and I am sure that you are a girl about getting ready."
Draco looked at Harry suspiciously, he knew something was up. He had seen Harry have these 'day attacks' before, but did these occur every night? He shook his head, and decided to move on. There was no sense trying to pry, when Harry probably wouldn't tell him anyway. "Yes, usually, but since we can't actually change ourselves, just use the tailor spells we learned last year," Draco said putting on his Hogwarts robes.
"Never thought these spells would come in handy," Harry muttered. The two boys got dressed, Harry lightly brushed his hand through his hair, since it wouldn't make a difference to brush it anyway. While Draco used his wand to make his hair just right. Because Draco was taking so long, Harry started to tap his foot, which made Draco want to take longer. Twenty minuets later, Draco was finally done and they headed down to the Great Hall.
"You really are a girl. You know that? I mean, who takes that long on hair?" Harry said as they stepped out of their room.
"You would have no experience in the matter. You try and try with all of your might and your hair always looks the same. But with mine, it is delicate and must be set accordingly, can't make a bad example for those younger students can I?" Draco grinned.
Oh no. Today is the day that I have to sit with the Slytherins. Keep my wand ready, it's not like they would try anything with Dumbledore there would they? Draco would stop them, right?
Harry and Draco sat down at the Slytherin table as Pansy said, "Aww Drakie, I feel bad for you, being stuck with the Golden Boy."
Harry glanced back at the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione looked at him with pity, Ron mouthed "Sorry," and Harry turned back to the table to pick at his food.
"Well, by the time we get these handcuffs we should know enough juicy details about Potter we can start our own Hogwarts gossip column," Draco told Pansy.
"I knew there was a reason, you would handcuff yourself to him. I could hardly believe it, when news reached us. I knew you must have had a good reason," Pansy smiled and kissed Draco on the cheek. She whispered something Harry couldn't hear, but he could hear Draco response when he answered, "Yes."
He handcuffed himself to me, to get information about me? For the gossip column or for Voldemort? No, he isn't like that. But do I really know him? I thought we had a truce, and then he tells them that he had a motive! Could he just be telling them that? No he is Draco Malfoy, if he wanted, he could tell them. They would have to accept it. Hello! He is Draco Malfoy, son to a death eater.
"Potter," Blaise said staring at him, "If you do anything to hurt Draco, you will regret it."
Harry didn't say anything. What is there to say? That I don't want to hurt Draco? That's rich.
"So Potter," Pansy started, "Did you cry over the summer like you said during the tournament last year? That you aren't afraid to cry because you know your parents are with you."
Harry sighed, he knew sitting with the Slytherins would be enjoyable. If he stayed silent, it would be best for everyone's health as well as his detention record. Well he would only get detention if Draco did something, but still he would lose points for his house, and he couldn't afford that.
"Aww... is Potter going to cry? Are you picturing you-know-who barging in your house, and killing your ..." Before Pansy could finish, Harry grabbed his wand and pointed it at Pansy.
"Shut your mouth, before I make it stay that way." Harry put the wand back in his pocket and silently drank pumpkin juice. The Slytherins who were around Harry looked at him with disbelief.
"Who knew Potter had Slytherin in him?" Blaise said whistling.
"Can it Blaise," Draco said glaring. Pansy continued to glare at Harry with disgust, but the rest of the Slytherins appeared impressed by Harry's reaction that they treated him decently. When the meal was finally over they went to transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The class went by quickly, they just practiced turning their pet into a book, and then back in it's original form. They then attended another painful experience in potions.
"Alright class, whoever is sitting next to you is your potions partner. Make the potion on the board, you have an hour, start."
Harry and Draco got up to the ingredients cabinet, "Gather the ingredients, Potter. Follow the directions on the board and do try not to screw up," Draco said as he began to prepare some of the ingredients.
What a prick, and here I thought he was sincere about the truce. Wasn't he?
Potions went by unbelievably slow as they were soon released to dinner. Sitting with the Slytherins this time, however was not going to result in expulsion from the school. They left him alone, and he left them alone. Finally when dinner was through they walked in silence to their room. This left Harry to collect his thoughts.
Should I even confront him? What am I suppose to think? Is this all a set up? I guess I will have to wait and see. Unless he brings it up, I don't want to mention it. This silence is nice anyway, I will enjoy it. Maybe I can talk to him tomorrow.
They both did their homework in silence, got ready for bed and laid down for the night. "Harry?" Draco said wondering if he would answer. Harry was in no mood to talk, so he didn't answer and pretended he was asleep. "Look, I know you must be upset ... or at least wondering about what was said at the Great Hall. It isn't true. You have to understand the situation I am in. My father is a death eater, and I am expected to join Voldemort's ranks. I do not intend to do so, but I can't blow my cover, or else my life will become hell, if not attacked by my house, then by Voldemort and any of his followers." Draco sighed as he sat up in the bed.
Is he telling the truth? Or do I want him to be telling the truth?
Harry opened his eyes, "Really?"
"Yes, I wouldn't lie to you," Draco answered. Harry, content with the answer, got comfortable in the bed again and closed his eyes.
Harry woke up in the morning, surprised at his dreamless sleep. He stretched his limbs as he glanced at the clock he told Draco it was time to prepare himself for the day to come.