Chapter 14
Draco paced back and forth the castle hallway. Despite his four years at Hogwarts he had no idea where the Gryffindor's lived. It was embarrassing really.
"Dear Merlin Draco! Stop pacing! Show some composure," Pansy hissed at him.
Draco stopped immediately, his face going from anxious to indifferent.
To be calm and cool had been ingrained in his brain from a young age.
He had also been told that Harry Potter was a spoiled brat.
They had been wrong. His parents. They had been wrong.
Unconsciously he started to drum his fingers.
"Draco! Stop! You are driving me insane!"
Draco sighed and looked away.
"You aren't the only one who is nervous about this thing you know," Blaise whispered from his side. "But at least he responded, Potter, I mean."
"I know," Draco murmured. In all honesty he didn't think that Potter would respond to his letter.
Draco clenched his hands behind his back to refrain from fidgeting.
"Oi! Snakes! What do you think you're doing out here?" A loud obnoxious voice came from his left. Draco refrained from rolling his eyes, Gryffindors.
The three Slytherin heads turned to face the voice.
The Weasley twins were staring at them, one with his arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised, the other with a box of what looked to be butterbeer and fire whiskey.
Draco stepped forward. "We came to talk to Potter. He told us to meet him on Gryffindor turf, and to do that, we need a Gryffindor."
George and Fred both looked at each other, and then looked at them.
"Why should we trust you," They said as one.
Draco handed the letter Harry wrote him to the twins.
They read it quickly and shared another look.
"Well at least we know they are okay enough to write people," George muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, people who aren't us," Fred muttered back.
It was the first time Draco had ever seen the Weasley twins look putout, and he wondered what toll it would take to have a brother that was friends with the Boy-Who-Lived.
And like a switch the Weasley twins were back.
"Harry's not back yet but you can wait in the common room," Fred said with a grin.
"Yeah, hope your ready to party." George said as he threw a bottle of fire whiskey at Blaise.
Pansy, Blaise, and Draco each looked at each other and than Blaise shrugged and took a swig.
"If we are going into the lion pride, I figure we'll need the liquid courage," was his only explanation.
One of the twins laughed, "I like this one!" And with that the two Gryffindors led the snakes into their den, after they swore a magical vow to never tell anybody the entrance of course.
Harry walked wearily towards the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge. After Sirius talked to him, Remus had a talk with him, and after Remus, Dumbledore had a talk with him, and now it was late and he just wanted to crawl into his bed.
He had spent so much of his life trying to forget his past but this weekend has brought all of it back. Ever since that stupid article nobody could leave him alone anymore. Everybody kept bringing up touchy topics, that he rather keep buried in the dark.
As he approached the portrait of the fat lady he felt Ron's hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Harry nodded.
"You would tell us if you weren't right," Hermione said pleadingly from his other side.
Harry smiled a sad smile, "of course I would."
Ron snorted, "liar."
Just than the portrait opened up and revealing loud music, cheering, and a drunk Seamus stumbling out.
"HARRY! RON! HERMIONIE!" he yelled as he sloppily embraced them all.
"Seamus! What's going on?" Ron said back, immediately perking up at the site of a party.
"Whats going-WHATS GOING ON! Mate we are having a party! Your brother's are gods mate. GODS Ron! And they even brought the king cobras. Snakes at a Gryffindor party. Can you believe it! And they are INSANE! They-"
"Whoa-Whoa." Hermione interrupted in a soothing matter. "Lets get you back inside," She said as she started leading Seamus back into the lounge, beckoning Ron and Harry to follow with her eyes.
Harry stepped in and caught sight of Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom arm wresting with their ties on their heads swaying as they each struggled. The rest of the Gryffindor was cheering. And when Neville won the common room erupted in cheers while all congratulated the two.
"Have we died," Ron whispered/yelled into his ear.
"Maybe, Ron, Maybe," He said back.
Malfoy glanced in their direction and smiled as he made his way towards them. Though his walk was still elegant the roughed and intoxicated appearance of Draco was so un-Malfoy.
"Potty," he nodded towards Harry, and Harry didn't know whether to be offended or to laugh.
"Malfoy," He nodded back.
"We need to talk, mate." Malfoy said swaying has he pointed to Harry.
"I got your-" Harry started to say, but Malfoy had different plans.
"Do you know what you have done to me Potter? Do you know? I was right! I was so bloody right! And than you come along, and everything changes and then I am wrong! I am so bloody wrong! And now I don't know if I am wrong or right!"
To Harry's horror, Draco Malfoy started crying.
Harry glanced around looking for help, but found Hermione helping Seamus, Ron trying to get a passed out Blaise onto an armchair, and Neville in another arm wrestling match.
"Bloody hell," He swore as his school enemy sobbed into his shoulder. Not knowing exactly what to do, he swung Malfoy's arm over his shoulder and led him to the dorm.
Depositing Malfoy on his bed Harry, too emotionally drained and tired to deal with any form of thought process, laid on the other side and both promptly fell asleep/passed out fully clothed.
Voldemort threw the Daily Prophet on the table. That blasted Potter boy was ruining everything. Not only was his plan of lying low torn to shreds, but also his pureblooded followers were uncomfortable going after a victim of child abuse. Muggles! They were the reason for this! They should have never got their hands on a magical child. No muggles should ever raise a magical child.
If only he could get ahold of Potter's muggles. Currently he had his most trusted followers out looking. If he could kill them and show the public that he didn't approve, than he could get a stronger follower base.
It bothered him that the Potter boy was a lot like Tom Riddle, the kid that he had to kill to become great.
Abused children were vulnerable, moldable, and volatile. If he could somehow convince Potter to join him, or at least not go against him, it would work more in his favor. However, the boy was stubborn and had Dumbledore had a strong hold on the boy.
If he could get the boy separated, isolated, than he could either influence him or maybe just kill him and get the job done.
Stroking Nagini's head as he stared into the fire, Voldemort thought through his different options.
Draco awoke slowly. The first thing he noticed was his pounding head. The second thing he noticed was how light it was in his dorm. Everything was just so bright. Than he saw the red and gold curtains. Groaning he rolled over. Flopping his body around he found his arm slung over another body. Freezing Draco slowly turned his head and saw an unmistakable black mop of hair that could only belong to Harry Potter.
"What the?" He muttered and then his brain started to whirl through memories and adding pieces together way to fast.
Did he sleep with Potter? Did he do more than sleep with Potter?!
Draco had always thought he was into girls, but every now and than he thought maybe he could swing the other way….but Potter?
"No! No no no no no!" He freaked out flipping out of the bed and ran to the nearest bathroom he could find and threw up.
There were multiple groans in the room at the sudden loud noise Draco was making.
"Shut up's" and "People are sleeping!" were being shouted.
Harry Potter than grabbed his scar and shot out of bed running to the bathroom. It wasn't pretty.
Not quite looking at the ill Boy-Who-Lived Draco whispered, "What happened last night?"
Potter just groaned and wiped his mouth, "The hell if I know. You were pretty drunk last night Malfoy."
Leaning his head against a toilet he whispered, "Did we… I mean I woke up in….. we didn't do anything last night right?"
Harry snorted, "Malfoy, we are both wearing our clothes from last night and I was 100% sober. Don't worry, I didn't steal your virtue."
Malfoy flushed red. "Thank Merlin."
And then he threw up again.