Draco realised that he had come to a crossroad: he could fool around with
Potter for a little while, or use it to his advantage, and there was only
one person he knew who could tell him how to do that. He stalked away from
the dungeons, a very evil grin on his face, and finished up outside an old
door that he'd become used to seeing. He pushed it open and slid inside.
"Emmy, I have a proposition for you!" he said, skipping across her large office over to behind her desk, where she was sitting, and hugging her around the neck.
"What have you been up to?" she asked, putting down her quill, turning her head towards his face and smiling. She looked into his sharp, grey eyes, which had a wicked look about them. Draco watched in fascination as her own went from the deep, ocean blue to a fiery red. He was suddenly swept back to the Gryffindor Dormitory, and he could see, feel, hear and taste everything that had gone on up there.
It all finished in an instant. When Draco returned to Emmaline's office he saw that she was not smiling at him anymore. She was smirking; her iris's swirling back to their original colour.
"You horny little poof." She said, "And with Potter as well! You've always told me that you hate him so much.and here you are sucking him off."
"Yeah well, it just happened. I thought you of all people would be able to do something with it."
"Hang on. I'm not finished yet. See, the thing that I can't understand is, well, you enjoyed it." She said with an evil grin.
"What? No I."
"Yes you did. I felt it." Said Em with conviction, "So why did you come here and tell me now, rather then let me find out tomorrow morning at breakfast when I feel the waves of discomfort pump out of you both?"
"Because," said Draco, "I thought you could use it."
"For what?" she snorted at him.
"Well, I know you're here to look after Harry." said Draco, "But you know it won't be long before you're called back into his presence."
"Who's?" Em asked innocently. Draco wasn't fooled. He made his way towards the door.
"Aunt Bella knows you're here, Emmy, so it won't be long till he knows too. I don't want you to get hurt." And with that he left, leaving Emmaline to sit in worry.
Harry made his way down to breakfast that morning, only to find Draco and Em sitting at the table, with Draco reading the paper. Em looked over at him, and smirk crept across her face. He knew instantly that she knew.
"How'zit, Harry?" she asked him, and empty bowl of something in front of her. He crossed the room and sat down, opposite Draco. He looked up over the top of the Daily Prophet and grinned at him. "Did you get enough sleep?" she asked.
"Plenty." Said Harry, looking over at her. He sat down and looked at his plate, which instantly filled with food. Draco had gone back to his paper, but he could feel Emmaline's eyes burning through him. He stole a glance at her and swore that her eyes had been red. Blinking furiously, he realised that they were blue.
"Bit sleepy there, Harry? You obviously wasted your time in bed if you are still tired. I mean, what were you do-OW!"
Harry noticed Draco move slightly, as Em bent under the table and rubbed her leg. She reappeared and scowled at him. She turned back to Harry.
"Where's -"
"He didn't feel like joining us today." Said Em, talking about Snape before Harry could finish his question. "Besides, he's not the prettiest sight to see first thing in the morning."
Draco gave a snort and looked over his paper. Harry could see that his hair was done perfectly, and he looked radiant as the sun filtered through the window. "Please don't tell me you only just realised that?" he said sarcastically. But Harry noticed a strange coldness had grown around Em, and she was directing it at Draco, who clearly didn't like it.
"Well, I'm stuffed. See you around, Harry." She said, and she unceremoniously left the table. As Harry took a swig from his goblet she left the room. The door slammed behind her and Draco threw down his paper.
"Stupid bitch. She thinks she can snob me off and chuck a hissy fit, just because I warned her? Cow. She can't ignore me for long." He said, angrily. He looked Harry in the eye, a grin chasing across his face. "Well, now I really have no one to talk to except for you. What do you want to do today?" he asked. And Harry was happy to see that things weren't weird for them.
***Ok guys, I really can't see this story going anywhere, so I'm calling it quits and returning back to my original works. I hope you enjoyed the little bit of what I gave you. It never quite reached where I wanted it to go, but, well, can't be helped. If I get new ideas then I'll start writing them again, but I dunno if I'll put them up. Thanks.***
"Emmy, I have a proposition for you!" he said, skipping across her large office over to behind her desk, where she was sitting, and hugging her around the neck.
"What have you been up to?" she asked, putting down her quill, turning her head towards his face and smiling. She looked into his sharp, grey eyes, which had a wicked look about them. Draco watched in fascination as her own went from the deep, ocean blue to a fiery red. He was suddenly swept back to the Gryffindor Dormitory, and he could see, feel, hear and taste everything that had gone on up there.
It all finished in an instant. When Draco returned to Emmaline's office he saw that she was not smiling at him anymore. She was smirking; her iris's swirling back to their original colour.
"You horny little poof." She said, "And with Potter as well! You've always told me that you hate him so much.and here you are sucking him off."
"Yeah well, it just happened. I thought you of all people would be able to do something with it."
"Hang on. I'm not finished yet. See, the thing that I can't understand is, well, you enjoyed it." She said with an evil grin.
"What? No I."
"Yes you did. I felt it." Said Em with conviction, "So why did you come here and tell me now, rather then let me find out tomorrow morning at breakfast when I feel the waves of discomfort pump out of you both?"
"Because," said Draco, "I thought you could use it."
"For what?" she snorted at him.
"Well, I know you're here to look after Harry." said Draco, "But you know it won't be long before you're called back into his presence."
"Who's?" Em asked innocently. Draco wasn't fooled. He made his way towards the door.
"Aunt Bella knows you're here, Emmy, so it won't be long till he knows too. I don't want you to get hurt." And with that he left, leaving Emmaline to sit in worry.
Harry made his way down to breakfast that morning, only to find Draco and Em sitting at the table, with Draco reading the paper. Em looked over at him, and smirk crept across her face. He knew instantly that she knew.
"How'zit, Harry?" she asked him, and empty bowl of something in front of her. He crossed the room and sat down, opposite Draco. He looked up over the top of the Daily Prophet and grinned at him. "Did you get enough sleep?" she asked.
"Plenty." Said Harry, looking over at her. He sat down and looked at his plate, which instantly filled with food. Draco had gone back to his paper, but he could feel Emmaline's eyes burning through him. He stole a glance at her and swore that her eyes had been red. Blinking furiously, he realised that they were blue.
"Bit sleepy there, Harry? You obviously wasted your time in bed if you are still tired. I mean, what were you do-OW!"
Harry noticed Draco move slightly, as Em bent under the table and rubbed her leg. She reappeared and scowled at him. She turned back to Harry.
"Where's -"
"He didn't feel like joining us today." Said Em, talking about Snape before Harry could finish his question. "Besides, he's not the prettiest sight to see first thing in the morning."
Draco gave a snort and looked over his paper. Harry could see that his hair was done perfectly, and he looked radiant as the sun filtered through the window. "Please don't tell me you only just realised that?" he said sarcastically. But Harry noticed a strange coldness had grown around Em, and she was directing it at Draco, who clearly didn't like it.
"Well, I'm stuffed. See you around, Harry." She said, and she unceremoniously left the table. As Harry took a swig from his goblet she left the room. The door slammed behind her and Draco threw down his paper.
"Stupid bitch. She thinks she can snob me off and chuck a hissy fit, just because I warned her? Cow. She can't ignore me for long." He said, angrily. He looked Harry in the eye, a grin chasing across his face. "Well, now I really have no one to talk to except for you. What do you want to do today?" he asked. And Harry was happy to see that things weren't weird for them.
***Ok guys, I really can't see this story going anywhere, so I'm calling it quits and returning back to my original works. I hope you enjoyed the little bit of what I gave you. It never quite reached where I wanted it to go, but, well, can't be helped. If I get new ideas then I'll start writing them again, but I dunno if I'll put them up. Thanks.***