Alright, this is going to be a pretty long AN, and I hate those as much as the next gal, but Such things must be.
First order of business: There is a quite beautiful video on you tube called 'Suffocating Harry/Draco' and it is beyond anything I have ever seen as far as Drarry goes. I love the band, love the song, love the vid. Here is the important part: GO WATCH IT. It is amazing.
Did you watch it? Good. Now go watch it again.
Second order of business: I need you, my readers, to put limits on this story. I know there are authors on this site under fourteen, and I also do not want to offend anyone. My current intentions with this story are to rewrite the series, and that means A LOT of chapters. This will be a huge project for my beta and I. But do not think that just because I am focusing mostly on plot, I will not have some potentially inappropriate content in this fic. I will, I assure you. Fourteen year olds, turn back before fifth year.
That being said. A note for the smut lovers. This fic IS mostly plot based. There will be fluffy moments, dark, angsty moments, and passionate moments. But most of this particular story is not sex, sex, sex. Sorry.
Third order of business: Everyone give a virtual hello to my lovely, ever-crazy beta HardToLove! *polite applause* now any mistakes will be her fault, not mine. Love ya, dahlin'!
fourth order of business: I will have ABSOLUTELY NO ONE hate on any further plot choices. If you didn't see fit to contribute your ideas via review or even PM, you cannot yell at me for it. I love to use your guys' ideas, steal them and twist them until they bow to me-but you have to give me ideas of what you want before I will put that kind of stuff in the stories. I took Sinaetta's idea on removing Tweedle dee and Tweedle death eater (code for Crabbe and Goyle. very sharp, right?) from Galvinoy (code for drarry-Sinattea has so many good ideas!) so don't be shy on offering up plot bunnies. I want to hear the rest of your great ideas, too. God, now I feel like Proffessor McGonagall trying to get anyone but Hermione to raise their hand.
Alright. Off the soap box now. Dang, that is a crazy long AN. On to Chapter six!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is truly lovely, and her work is amazing. I have no intention of stealing from her. Well, maybe a tiny bit, but no copyright infringement. Italics are either from Sorcerer's Stone or spells, and most of those are used at some point in the books anywho.
Read! Enjoy! Review!
Classes that day were far more interesting than they had been the day before; mainly because all of the professors were there, and Harry would get to meet Professor Snape. This was exciting not only because he really missed his mother, and was curious about what she had been like when she was alive, but also because it may put him in the professor's good graces. Any help Harry could get, he was more than willing to take.
This thought intensified in his brain during Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall, though appearing soft-spoken and weary, was sharp-tongued and sharp-witted in a way Harry had not seen before. She would not stand for dawdling or whispering, and even went so far as to take one's wand away if she felt they weren't paying close enough attention. And, after a twenty-minute lecture on how to turn a matchstick into a needle and back (and thirty minutes of practice), only the Granger girl had gotten it. Although, as Harry glanced toward Draco, he saw his friend was fairly close. The tip of his match was no longer red, but had turned to a dull silver, and the eye of a needle could be seen at the other end.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was next. Harry supposed, if he was the savior of the wizarding world, this one ought to be important. But as the stuttering Professor Quirrel stepped out of his office to greet the class, Harry could see he wasn't going to learn anything of much value.
Quirrel didn't teach hardly at all; he only spoke briefly of either a zombie or a vampire (he never specified), and mumbled something about garlic. The rest of class seemed to focus instead on how lovely a day it was, and wasn't it just peachy that the sun had come out?
All the Slytherins were bored stiff, and Harry almost thought Quirrel and Binns could compete for Most Boring Professor of The Year. When he told Draco this, the blond boy snickered.
"Oh, Binns would win," Draco said confidently. "He's been dead for centuries. At least his voice is easier to fall asleep to than all that stuttering."
As they walked out of class, Harry checked his schedule. "How is it that we've managed to have both Transfiguration and Double Potions with those rotten Gryffindors?" He groaned. "I've had quite enough of Granger's kiss-up act, and Weasley shooting me death glares the whole period is getting old rather fast."
He and Draco commiserated on their way down to the dungeons, taking a shortcut one of the Weasley twins had shown Harry. Draco hadn't liked that they were Weasleys, but Harry gave him a strange look when he mentioned it. "Why does the last name matter so bloody much? George is a Weasley, and his brother is a right git, but he's not half bad. Nor is Fred."
Draco looked contemplative for a moment before he spoke. "Father says-"
"Never mind what 'father says'." Harry insisted. "You've got the right to think whatever and however you like, regardless of who your mum and dad made enemies with. Be it blood traitor or mudblood or half-blood – I should have known wizards would be obsessed with blood. You've got to let it go, Draco."
Draco seemed to really take his words into consideration, so nothing more was said on the matter.
They got to the potions room long before the other students, and Draco seemed quite happy to lounge about and wait for Carrlson and McIntre to show up – "Blaise will be late, he always is" – but Harry truly wanted to meet Severus, and continued to prod at his friend until finally Draco said, "Alright! We can go see him. Salazar, Harry! I know you really want to know more about your mum, but –"
"Bringing Mr. Potter to see me is no longer necessary, Draco," a smooth and somewhat condescending voice said from behind them. Startled, both boys turned on the spot. Before them stood a tall man with black hair, a pale face, a bit of a hooked nose, and long white fingers. Harry recognized him immediately from the meals in the great hall. "I am here now."
Draco's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but instead he simply nodded his head politely. "Godfather, I would like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Harry Potter." Harry stepped forward. "Potter, this is Professor Severus Snape; my godfather."
Snape shook the proffered hand, and looked him over carefully. "Not a speck of your mother in you, boy, except for your eyes." Snape said calmly, his voice softening a bit towards the end of his statement. "You have your mother's eyes."
"Yes, sir, so I've been told." Harry tried with all his might to be respectful. He was terribly nervous. "But, you see, my problem is, no one can tell me anything else about my mum. My dad was apparently a bit of a tosser, but-" Harry stopped suddenly, blushing upon realizing what he'd said. "That is to say, he-"
"Never mind it, Mr. Potter," Professor Snape interrupted him, a gleam of humor in his dark eyes. "You'd like to know about your mum? Well then. Lily was a fine witch. Best in our year, really. I was good friends with your mother, you know."
Harry did know, but he didn't have the chance to say as much, because just then the other students could be heard approaching in the hall. "But now is not the time. Take a seat, Potter. Malfoy." And he swept off before they could say another word.
Draco and Harry sat. "Blimey, I didn't think he'd be quite so...imposing," Harry said after a moment.
"Yes, he can be." Draco grinned outright. "He's the greatest godfather you could ask for, you know."
Harry smiled back, and they waited as the room began to fill.
And there you have it! Review, tell me what you think. Next chapter will have some quidditch in it!
IRT MirrorFlower and DarkWind: thank you. I tried to keep her in character as much as possible, and she has kind of taken Draco's place as head-cunt of Slytherin. I am actually excited to write her, and that doesn't usually happen with my antagonists. I hope you shall love what happens after Christmas!
IRT emo-rocker101: thank you! I'm really happy I didn't get torn to bits. And sucking up gets you places. How do you think I got a beta?
IRT HardToLove: You know it! Twin redheads who maniacally give puking pastilles to first years and somehow manage to make a fortune selling them!
IRT AlwaysLaughing1: I will eventually bump the rating up. I, personally have been more of a fan of dom!Harry recently. But, hey, I might change my mind come fifth year. You forget, Luna is in Ginny's year, so none of her until second year! I do love her, though.