Title: Unfogging the Future - Chapter 12
Author: PepperjackCandy
Archive : my hp_fanfic list, my writing at fanfiction.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Snape/Bill Weasley
Category: Romance
Warning: Slash ahead. If the idea of boys snogging and/or talking about romance with boys offends you, turn back now, before it's too late.
Disclaimer: You recognize it? It's J.K. Rowling's. Eleanor Weasley is my creation.
Feedback: Always welcome, either by e-mail or using the review system at fanfiction.net.
A/N: Just regular time from here on, I think. I suspect I'll wrap up PT Harry and Draco's story in a ficlet at some point in the future.
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Harry threw himself into bed, exhausted both physically and mentally. But he was too keyed up to sleep, as echoes of the day kept reverberating through his mind.
He finally stood and walked to the trunk at the end of his bed, opening it and taking out a school robe and his invisibility cloak, stopping to touch the soft fabric of the jade-green dress robe he'd worn at Bill and Snape's wedding. And now I'm down to two school robes! He realized suddenly. I'd better order a third. Between Draco and Neville, Potions is always hazardous to my school robes.
Harry took one last look at his dress robe and took out a short scroll and a quill and ink, taking them down to the common room, where just enough candles were still burning for him to write a letter.
He dipped his quill in the ink and began to write.
Dear Madam Malkin,
One of my school robes has recently been he paused, made unusable. As a result, I will be needing a new school robe. Then he was seized by inspiration. And is there any way the enclosed dress robe might be altered to fit Ronald Weasley? I enclose two Galleons to cover the cost of the new school robe and the alterations. If this is not sufficient, I will send more by return owl.
Then, with a flourish of his quill, Harry signed the letter and rolled it up, then went back up to the seventh year boys' dormitory to fetch the dress robe and money from his footlocker.
Minutes later, he was in the owlery, tying the bundled-up robe to Hedwig's leg. As he released her out the window, he heard a familiar, drawling voice from the shadows.
"What're you doing out and about this late at night, Potter?"
Harry sighed. "Just sending an owl, Malfoy."
Draco stepped out of the shadows and into the room illuminated by the waning gibbous moon. "At this time of night? I thought all good little boys were in bed by now."
"Shove off," Harry turned away from Draco and headed towards the stairs.
"I'll tell Snape on you." Draco taunted.
Harry snorted. "Like you have any more right to be here than I do."
Draco held out a slip of parchment which clearly had Severus Snape's signature on it. "Actually, I do. I'm here on Snape's business."
"What kind of business?"
"None of yours, that's for certain."
"Well, then. I'll just leave you to Snape's business." He headed for the stairs, then turned around again. "Actually, you could do me a favor?"
Draco pulled an astonished face. "What could I, a mere, humble . . ."
"Can the sarcasm, Malfoy," Harry interrupted him. "What do you know about Eleanor Weasley?"
Draco's pale face paled even farther. "What do you know about Eleanor Weasley?"
"Ron told me about her. She's the sister they don't talk about because . . ."
"She got sorted into Slytherin."
"Because she disowned them." Harry responded pointedly. "Her Slytherin friends convinced her that she deserved better."
"And how do you know that she didn't?"
Harry laughed softly, confidently. "You're not going to lure me into an argument about it, Malfoy. Just tell me. Do you know Eleanor Weasley or not?"
Draco nodded. "I know people who know her."
"Good. Can you get me in touch with her?"
"Why do you want to talk to her?"
"Does it matter?"
Draco shrugged. "I suppose not."
Harry nodded. "Just ask your contact to get me in touch with her. I'll ask you tomorrow after Potions how it went."
Draco nodded. "All right."
Adrenaline rushing through his system, Harry beat a hasty retreat. Once he was at the bottom of the stairs and headed back towards Gryffindor Tower, something someone once said to him came back to him. Gryffindors do things that are either very, very brave, or very, very stupid, depending on how they work out.
Harry laughed softly to himself. Looked like, this time, he had been very, very brave.
Author: PepperjackCandy
Archive : my hp_fanfic list, my writing at fanfiction.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Snape/Bill Weasley
Category: Romance
Warning: Slash ahead. If the idea of boys snogging and/or talking about romance with boys offends you, turn back now, before it's too late.
Disclaimer: You recognize it? It's J.K. Rowling's. Eleanor Weasley is my creation.
Feedback: Always welcome, either by e-mail or using the review system at fanfiction.net.
A/N: Just regular time from here on, I think. I suspect I'll wrap up PT Harry and Draco's story in a ficlet at some point in the future.
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Harry threw himself into bed, exhausted both physically and mentally. But he was too keyed up to sleep, as echoes of the day kept reverberating through his mind.
He finally stood and walked to the trunk at the end of his bed, opening it and taking out a school robe and his invisibility cloak, stopping to touch the soft fabric of the jade-green dress robe he'd worn at Bill and Snape's wedding. And now I'm down to two school robes! He realized suddenly. I'd better order a third. Between Draco and Neville, Potions is always hazardous to my school robes.
Harry took one last look at his dress robe and took out a short scroll and a quill and ink, taking them down to the common room, where just enough candles were still burning for him to write a letter.
He dipped his quill in the ink and began to write.
Dear Madam Malkin,
One of my school robes has recently been he paused, made unusable. As a result, I will be needing a new school robe. Then he was seized by inspiration. And is there any way the enclosed dress robe might be altered to fit Ronald Weasley? I enclose two Galleons to cover the cost of the new school robe and the alterations. If this is not sufficient, I will send more by return owl.
Then, with a flourish of his quill, Harry signed the letter and rolled it up, then went back up to the seventh year boys' dormitory to fetch the dress robe and money from his footlocker.
Minutes later, he was in the owlery, tying the bundled-up robe to Hedwig's leg. As he released her out the window, he heard a familiar, drawling voice from the shadows.
"What're you doing out and about this late at night, Potter?"
Harry sighed. "Just sending an owl, Malfoy."
Draco stepped out of the shadows and into the room illuminated by the waning gibbous moon. "At this time of night? I thought all good little boys were in bed by now."
"Shove off," Harry turned away from Draco and headed towards the stairs.
"I'll tell Snape on you." Draco taunted.
Harry snorted. "Like you have any more right to be here than I do."
Draco held out a slip of parchment which clearly had Severus Snape's signature on it. "Actually, I do. I'm here on Snape's business."
"What kind of business?"
"None of yours, that's for certain."
"Well, then. I'll just leave you to Snape's business." He headed for the stairs, then turned around again. "Actually, you could do me a favor?"
Draco pulled an astonished face. "What could I, a mere, humble . . ."
"Can the sarcasm, Malfoy," Harry interrupted him. "What do you know about Eleanor Weasley?"
Draco's pale face paled even farther. "What do you know about Eleanor Weasley?"
"Ron told me about her. She's the sister they don't talk about because . . ."
"She got sorted into Slytherin."
"Because she disowned them." Harry responded pointedly. "Her Slytherin friends convinced her that she deserved better."
"And how do you know that she didn't?"
Harry laughed softly, confidently. "You're not going to lure me into an argument about it, Malfoy. Just tell me. Do you know Eleanor Weasley or not?"
Draco nodded. "I know people who know her."
"Good. Can you get me in touch with her?"
"Why do you want to talk to her?"
"Does it matter?"
Draco shrugged. "I suppose not."
Harry nodded. "Just ask your contact to get me in touch with her. I'll ask you tomorrow after Potions how it went."
Draco nodded. "All right."
Adrenaline rushing through his system, Harry beat a hasty retreat. Once he was at the bottom of the stairs and headed back towards Gryffindor Tower, something someone once said to him came back to him. Gryffindors do things that are either very, very brave, or very, very stupid, depending on how they work out.
Harry laughed softly to himself. Looked like, this time, he had been very, very brave.
