The Chosen One: Slytherin Material?
by Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter, a.k.a Boy Who Lived, was the hope of the Wizarding World to be freed of You-Know-Who's grasp. He gave light to those who had none. But no longer.
On the morning of November twenty-fourth, Potter casted the Destiny Writing spell on himself, his palm reading Slytherin. Since such spell is considered 'jinxed' on Hogwarts grounds, he was actually transferred. Many students admit the transition was extreme. Some described the morning as haunted or dark feeling. No doubt their fears were confirmed when the Chosen One became the Deceptive One.
Rumor has it he is now in a very emotional and sexual relationship with the heir to the Malfoy fortune, Draco Malfoy. Although Draco has not given any word at this time, his father has discussed the situation. He said as follows:
"My belief is that Potter was meant to be a Slytherin from the very beginning. His relationship with my son proves it. The boy is where he belongs."
Many disagree with Lucius Malfoy, some of the comments nastier than others. Is our hero really the next Dark Lord in cognito? Are we all doomed? Only time will tell.
Harry crumbled the paper in his hand, tossing it into the middle of the table. He couldn't believe it. One letter to Lucius Malfoy was all it took to send the public on full scale alert.
Harry had sent the letter the night before with Hedwig, who seemed reluctant to leave in the first place. He couldn't blame her. Who would enjoy flying to the place your master's enemy could be hiding?
Hedwig had returned that same morning with a reply saying he was on his way there to take him home, which didn't surprise Harry one bit. The man always leaped to his sneaky feet whenever a single word about his son reached him.
Harry didn't even notice Genevieve placing herself next to him silently, a calm look on her face.
"He misses you." she said in Harry's direction. She had her hair slightly spiked, which was a knew look for her. She looked as rebellious as she acted.
"Who?" Harry asked. Genevieve snorted.
"Draco, of course. He's started asking for you the instant I got there. According to Madame Pomfrey he won't even look at anyone he doesn't consider close friends. He wouldn't talk to Blaise at all!" Kings uttered, trying not to strike Harry's sensitive nerves. She sighed, clearly tired about beating around the bush. "Look, I'm not trying to make you mad, I'm just the messenger, but he told me to tell you he wants to see you. Harry, Draco loves you, he really does. He may not have said it yet, but he does. In the entire time I've known him, he never showed this much interest in a single person as he does you."
"If he loved me so much he wouldn't go and connect us without me knowing." Harry spat back, annoyed. "Then he goes and gets himself poisoned."
"We were trying to fix the problem! We don't know who added the flame tulips, but we do know Draco only considered making such a dangerous potion to make your relationship real. It was an accident if anything." Genevieve spat back. She jerked herself from the table, grabbing a current muffin, one of Draco's favorites. She bent down into Harry's ear, her breath tickling his neck.
"He looks like he just feel off a cloud, all pale and defenseless, if that gets you hard."
Harry growled, swiftly turning his head in her direction. She straightened herself upward, smirked, and waked away slowly, grasping the muffin in her hand. Bloody hell, her and her way with words. Why did she have to give him that mental image? Malfoy all defenseless and plain smexable was like a drug to him. He had fantasized many times about when he would top, but Harry knew that would never happen. Just the sight of Draco in a loose fitting silk pajamas earlier that week made him as hard as a rock, which is not a good thing when you share a room with him. Now he wanted to see him in this condition. It was just like Gen to make things heated when they didn't need to be. Merlin, he was such a pervert.
"Gen, wait." Kings turned around, smile still on her face.
"Nice to see you change your mind." she mocked, glancing down at Harry's trousers. The brunette grabbed the sides of his black cloak, quickly wrapping around himself before anyone could see his new-found erection.
"Shut up. Now let's go, before I change my mind." Harry threatened.
"Oh, I'm sure that won't happen, Potter." Gen mocked again, this time, licking her lips slowly. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Nah, just pretending to be Draco whenever he looks at you." she said as-a-matter-of-factly.
By that time the two were outside the door, students crowding every turn to the infirmary. Every other word was either about Draco or Harry, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to get this over with.
Harry pushed through yet another crowd till he reached the large door, Genevieve behind him. He opened the door, Madame Ponfrey hovering over a fourth year Ravenclaw with most likely a broken wrist. He glanced to where Draco's curtain was, drawn, of course. The medi-witch looked up, her eyes as kind as ever.
"Harry, darling, he's over there. I'd be careful though. He barely ate so he's in a bit of a mood." she motioned to he curtain. Harry nodded, and walked himself over. Genevieve shoved herself inside without warning, obviously telling the blonde he was there. Hushed whispers sounded from behind the curtain, a bit of worry in one of the voices. Not a minute later, the raven poked her head though the curtain, nodding. Harry slid through, but stayed by the edge of the curtain, his eyes wide.
Draco looked...well, ghostly. His skin was paler than usual, and his eyes seemed to show only sadness and regret. His blonde hair was tasseled almost as much as Harry's, his superior look gone. His hands shook against each other, his nervousness clear.
"Hi." The blonde finally muttered weakly.
"Hey." Harry said back. A awkward silence fell, causing Harry's hairs to stand on end.
"Harry, I-"
"Why?" the brunette interrupted. He gazed into Malfoy's eyes, attempting to shoot daggers. Draco stiffened, the imaginary knives cutting deep.
"Because," he replied, pulling his knees to his chest and turning his head to the left. He chilled his emotions until almost none was shown, something he learned from his father at a young age. "I wanted to do it."
"Why did you want to? This was a great danger, Malfoy, especially for you. So why?" Harry asked sternly, stepping closer to the bed.
"I have my reason. And don't try to convince me to disband it like how your thinking about doing right now. I plan to keep it." Malfoy replied, still avoiding eye contact. Genevieve jumped to her feet from the chair she was sitting in, obviously outraged.
"What do you mean? Draco, this stupid connection was strained your body to the limit already!" the raven yelled, her face reddening. Draco still looked in the opposite direction, avoiding both pairs of eyes on him. "You were having intense migraines constantly, not sleeping for days, and were so dizzy you could barely eating anything with out vomiting! You've lost fifteen pounds in one week, Draco. You'll be reduced to nothing if this continues, or worse, tries to kill you again."
"I think I know that, considering the party going on in my skull at the moment." Draco sneered back, smirking widely.
"This is hardly the time for your sarcasm." Kings spat, sitting down roughly again.
"You still haven't told me why." Harry piped in, hating seeing the friends fight.
"I told you, I have my reason."
"Only one reason, or multiple?" Harry asked. Draco hesitated, his gaze meeting Harry's again. His eyes were ashamed and scared, as if telling the truth would kill him faster than the poison. Kings walked out, muttering something about letting off steam. Harry didn't catch it.
"Not really a reason, more like a desire. It's selfish and stupid. You probably hate me anyway, so what does it matter if we're connected or not." Draco said, clutching his knees closer to his chest. Harry sighed, sitting himself on the edge of the white bed, startling the blonde. The potion was still be in effect, since the brunette's anger went to comfort in the blink of an eye. Harry took Draco's hand, grasping it firmly.
"You know, I meet someone the day I was transferred. Not only is he the most important person in my life right now, but he is one of the best Slytherins I know. He told me emotions like that are useless and to throw them away. He told me to be the confident, uplifting, and strong person that I was, and not tell myself any different." Harry said calmly, pressing his forehead against Draco's, breathing in his scent before continuing. "Now, wouldn't it be sad if that very Slytherin, who is sitting in front of me now, didn't follow that same legacy?"
"Harry..." Draco sighed, taking both of the brunettes hands in his own right hand. He brought them to his mouth, closing his eyes, lightly placing his lips to the knuckles. Suddenly, Harry's nerves stood on end, a shock wave like fire coursed from his toes to his hands, almost as if it was being drained. What he didn't expect even more was Draco's next move.
"Oof!" Harry grunted was the blonde pushed him onto his back, binding his hands above his head with his own. Draco roughly placed his lips against Harry's, hungrily forcing his tongue inside. Harry willingly let him in, his heart fluttering with excitement. He moaned as Draco's red tongue traced every nook and cranny of the brunette's mouth, leading a overly postponed dance both of them needed.
The next few moments were a flurry if colors and movement neither of them could comply. But both knew one thing. They had stripped down to nothing but their trousers. Harry's hands were now bound by his own belt, which Draco somehow tied in the mess of colors. Harry gasped as Draco sucked on his neck, the harshness sure to leave a hickey.
"For someone not only poisoned yesterday, but recovering from a heart surgery, you sure are energetic." Harry said calmly. Draco detached himself from his partners neck, looking deep into his green, lust filled eyes, his own mimicking the light.
"Surely you felt the spark as well?" he smiled, connecting their lips again, only for a brief moment. The curtain shuffled, forcing them to release each other's lips. Draco's eyes widened.
"So, the connection is so delicate it shocks the connected when sexual contact is made, almost as if its transferring the more powerful energy to the weaker." a almost feather-light voice said, smirk so obvious it could be heard.
"Father." he gasped. Harry tried to turn his head, only for his shoulder to get in the way.
"I must say, Mr. Potter, even in the state my son is in, he still managed to top you. You are interesting, and slightly disappointing." Lucius Malfoy sneered coldly. Draco started untying the brunettes wrists. "I assume you received my owl?"
"Yes, sir." Harry replied, sitting up.
"I hope you told Draco of it's contents?" Lucius continued.
"Told me what?" Draco asked, gathering his top and throwing it over his head.
"He's taking you back home." Harry said, his eyes shifting to Draco's surprised face.