Disclaimer:of course, you all know none of these characters belong to me. If they get into any trouble you can contact the lovely JK Rowling to post bail . . . :)
Just so you all know, this story will be one in a series of stories all about Harry and Draco - some other characters might just be added in later, but that will probably be in another story.
For Anyone Who Cares: this story is rated PG-13 for later chapters and is SLASH! Yes, SLASH! If you don't know what SLASH is, you probably should not continue reading until you go find out.
So, this is just sort of a prequel to a series of stories I have planned - please R&R so I know if I should continue with these or not! Thanks
DracoLurve
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Releasing Harry, Draco leaned back casually in his chair again. He raised one sardonic eyebrow at Harry in challenge, but the usually evil smirk was not present. Harry's jaw was slack as he stared at Malfoy in absolute shock. And wonder. *Did he just say what I thought he did? But, how could that be? He hates me, right? this has to be some sort of sick joke. Yah, that's it. But...what about the Truth Potion? Aaargh...what am I supposed to do now?*
"Shut your mouth, Potter. You'll catch a fly."
Harry shut his mouth but continued to stare. Just then, Professor Ellosian's deep voice could be heard.
"Finite Incantatum."
The sound barriers collapsed all around them with a 'pop' and there was suddenly a cacophony of sound in the room once more. Shaken from his stupor by the sudden noise, Harry managed to gather his things. As the Professor was releasing the class, Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione staring at him with their mouths hanging open, in much the same fashion he had used to stare at Draco. *Crap. They had to have seen that. What am I going to say? I guess the truth is in order. I owe them at least that. I'm probably going to need their help to get through this one, anyhow.*
"Don't ask yet, we need to go somewhere less crowded," Harry said, before they could even ask. They almost ran together to their common room, leaving a certain someone with a shining blonde head far behind in the corridor. Quickly settling themselves in a secluded corner of the room, Hermione was the first to find her voice.
"What WAS that? I mean - Ron and I both looked over and...and...well...Harry! It looked like his lips were on your ear! Would you please tell me what in the name of Merlin is going on?"
So he told them, All of it. Well, except the part where he got all shivery just from Draco's hot breath on his neck. He was trying not to think about that. And, well, their reactions were not as bad as he had feared. Ron, for once, was a little quiet, for which Harry was grateful. Hermione, however, said,
"I suppose it has to be the truth. I don't think he could have been joking. Everything I've read on Truth Potions indicates that you can't outright like to someone while under it's effects. I just can't figure out why the two of you would be attracted to one another. I mean - I'm not shocked by the fact that Malfoy's a boy - not after, you know, Oliver this summer, but..."
At this, Harry turned a deep shade of red and turned to glare at Ron, who had the decency to turn red himself.
"Sorry, mate, but it was brilliant. I had to tell *someone.*"
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. It HAD been brilliant, he supposed. (A/N - anyone interested in hearing this Harry/Oliver piece of the story? E-mail me and let me know!)
"I'm just not sure what to do now. I need to spend some time thinking about this. And, I'm sure as Hell not ready to have a discussion with Malfoy yet. This is just so strange."
"We'll help you as much as we can, Harry, you know that," Hermione assured him as she squeezed his hand.
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Later that day, Harry found himself aimlessly wandering the corridors. He was trying to recall when he first stopped hating one Mr. Draco Malfoy. There seemed to be no clear breaking point. He couldn't remember the last time he had really meant anything mean he'd said to Draco. And, of course he was attractive. No one in their right mind would say otherwise. But to actually want to kiss him? Harry wasn't so sure about that, not yet.
"If it isn't scarhead, himself," Harry heard from behind, breaking his silent reverie. "Where's your fanclub, Potter? Surely you want an audience for your next fit. Who will watch you pass out and be floated to the infirmary? Or is it they've all found someone else to worship and left you behind? Hmmm?"
Harry studied Malfoy hard for a second. His face was rather pale - well, more pale than usual. And, he looked like - like he was upset. Or worried. Or both. *This must be his way of dealing with all this,* Harry thought. Quiet enough so that only Draco could hear him, Harry said,
"Somehow I don't think that's going to work anymore." Harry turned and walked away. He could feel Malfoy's eyes burning into the back of him until he turned the corner. Before he could even collect his thoughts, he ran head-first into Professor Ellosian.
"Harry. Harry, slow down. You seem upset. Please, come and sit with me and have some tea." She took Harry by the arm and gently lead him into her office. She had done it up better than any of the previous DADA teachers, Harry noticed. Everything was simple but comfortable. She even had a small fountain in the corner, which provided a musical trickling noise. Very comforting. She placed Harry on a long sofa and settled herself accross from him. With a wave of her wand she conjured tea and cakes and offered Harry a cup. Harry took a sip of the delicious brew and noticed the faint but unmistakable hint of a calming potion. It was a familiar taste, just like...the tea Professor Dumbledore was fond of serving! Harry's eyes shot up to Professor Ellosian at this realization.
"Yes, Harry?"
"How did you come to know Professor Dumbledore, if you don't mind me asking, Professor?"
"Of course not. I'm actually his great grand-daughter. Not that he'd tell anyone. He's too worried that a nepotism accusation would hurt my career! But, I think I can trust you with that information," she said in her rich voice. "Now, I can only assume that the reason you are so upset involves our Mr. Malfoy. Am I correct?" Harry thought the similarities between her and Professor Dumbledore were uncanny.
"Yes," he said, simply. "It's just, well, some things came out that surprised me as much as Draco, and, well...I just don't know what to do about them."
"Harry, please let me first assure you that anything you say to me will remain confined to this conversation. Also, I'll let you know that I put you with Mr. Malfoy for a reason. I have the rare ability to see compatibility in people, even if they haven't noticed it themselves. Most of the groups I placed together in class were of compatible couples. There were a few exceptions, of course, like Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. But, that is not what we are here to discuss."
"It's just so confusing to admit something to someone when you can't even admit it to yourself," Harry said.
"Harry, it's not as if the feelings are new. They weren't placed there by the potion. the best piece of advice I can give you is to silence your brain and let your heart feel free to see what you are looking at.Don't try to rationalize everything. Your subconscious mind knows more than you think it does," she finished, with a twinkle in her eye.
*Well,* thought Harry, *at least I don't have to see him again until potions tomorrow,* and continued to sip his tea.
Just so you all know, this story will be one in a series of stories all about Harry and Draco - some other characters might just be added in later, but that will probably be in another story.
For Anyone Who Cares: this story is rated PG-13 for later chapters and is SLASH! Yes, SLASH! If you don't know what SLASH is, you probably should not continue reading until you go find out.
So, this is just sort of a prequel to a series of stories I have planned - please R&R so I know if I should continue with these or not! Thanks
DracoLurve
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Releasing Harry, Draco leaned back casually in his chair again. He raised one sardonic eyebrow at Harry in challenge, but the usually evil smirk was not present. Harry's jaw was slack as he stared at Malfoy in absolute shock. And wonder. *Did he just say what I thought he did? But, how could that be? He hates me, right? this has to be some sort of sick joke. Yah, that's it. But...what about the Truth Potion? Aaargh...what am I supposed to do now?*
"Shut your mouth, Potter. You'll catch a fly."
Harry shut his mouth but continued to stare. Just then, Professor Ellosian's deep voice could be heard.
"Finite Incantatum."
The sound barriers collapsed all around them with a 'pop' and there was suddenly a cacophony of sound in the room once more. Shaken from his stupor by the sudden noise, Harry managed to gather his things. As the Professor was releasing the class, Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione staring at him with their mouths hanging open, in much the same fashion he had used to stare at Draco. *Crap. They had to have seen that. What am I going to say? I guess the truth is in order. I owe them at least that. I'm probably going to need their help to get through this one, anyhow.*
"Don't ask yet, we need to go somewhere less crowded," Harry said, before they could even ask. They almost ran together to their common room, leaving a certain someone with a shining blonde head far behind in the corridor. Quickly settling themselves in a secluded corner of the room, Hermione was the first to find her voice.
"What WAS that? I mean - Ron and I both looked over and...and...well...Harry! It looked like his lips were on your ear! Would you please tell me what in the name of Merlin is going on?"
So he told them, All of it. Well, except the part where he got all shivery just from Draco's hot breath on his neck. He was trying not to think about that. And, well, their reactions were not as bad as he had feared. Ron, for once, was a little quiet, for which Harry was grateful. Hermione, however, said,
"I suppose it has to be the truth. I don't think he could have been joking. Everything I've read on Truth Potions indicates that you can't outright like to someone while under it's effects. I just can't figure out why the two of you would be attracted to one another. I mean - I'm not shocked by the fact that Malfoy's a boy - not after, you know, Oliver this summer, but..."
At this, Harry turned a deep shade of red and turned to glare at Ron, who had the decency to turn red himself.
"Sorry, mate, but it was brilliant. I had to tell *someone.*"
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. It HAD been brilliant, he supposed. (A/N - anyone interested in hearing this Harry/Oliver piece of the story? E-mail me and let me know!)
"I'm just not sure what to do now. I need to spend some time thinking about this. And, I'm sure as Hell not ready to have a discussion with Malfoy yet. This is just so strange."
"We'll help you as much as we can, Harry, you know that," Hermione assured him as she squeezed his hand.
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Later that day, Harry found himself aimlessly wandering the corridors. He was trying to recall when he first stopped hating one Mr. Draco Malfoy. There seemed to be no clear breaking point. He couldn't remember the last time he had really meant anything mean he'd said to Draco. And, of course he was attractive. No one in their right mind would say otherwise. But to actually want to kiss him? Harry wasn't so sure about that, not yet.
"If it isn't scarhead, himself," Harry heard from behind, breaking his silent reverie. "Where's your fanclub, Potter? Surely you want an audience for your next fit. Who will watch you pass out and be floated to the infirmary? Or is it they've all found someone else to worship and left you behind? Hmmm?"
Harry studied Malfoy hard for a second. His face was rather pale - well, more pale than usual. And, he looked like - like he was upset. Or worried. Or both. *This must be his way of dealing with all this,* Harry thought. Quiet enough so that only Draco could hear him, Harry said,
"Somehow I don't think that's going to work anymore." Harry turned and walked away. He could feel Malfoy's eyes burning into the back of him until he turned the corner. Before he could even collect his thoughts, he ran head-first into Professor Ellosian.
"Harry. Harry, slow down. You seem upset. Please, come and sit with me and have some tea." She took Harry by the arm and gently lead him into her office. She had done it up better than any of the previous DADA teachers, Harry noticed. Everything was simple but comfortable. She even had a small fountain in the corner, which provided a musical trickling noise. Very comforting. She placed Harry on a long sofa and settled herself accross from him. With a wave of her wand she conjured tea and cakes and offered Harry a cup. Harry took a sip of the delicious brew and noticed the faint but unmistakable hint of a calming potion. It was a familiar taste, just like...the tea Professor Dumbledore was fond of serving! Harry's eyes shot up to Professor Ellosian at this realization.
"Yes, Harry?"
"How did you come to know Professor Dumbledore, if you don't mind me asking, Professor?"
"Of course not. I'm actually his great grand-daughter. Not that he'd tell anyone. He's too worried that a nepotism accusation would hurt my career! But, I think I can trust you with that information," she said in her rich voice. "Now, I can only assume that the reason you are so upset involves our Mr. Malfoy. Am I correct?" Harry thought the similarities between her and Professor Dumbledore were uncanny.
"Yes," he said, simply. "It's just, well, some things came out that surprised me as much as Draco, and, well...I just don't know what to do about them."
"Harry, please let me first assure you that anything you say to me will remain confined to this conversation. Also, I'll let you know that I put you with Mr. Malfoy for a reason. I have the rare ability to see compatibility in people, even if they haven't noticed it themselves. Most of the groups I placed together in class were of compatible couples. There were a few exceptions, of course, like Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. But, that is not what we are here to discuss."
"It's just so confusing to admit something to someone when you can't even admit it to yourself," Harry said.
"Harry, it's not as if the feelings are new. They weren't placed there by the potion. the best piece of advice I can give you is to silence your brain and let your heart feel free to see what you are looking at.Don't try to rationalize everything. Your subconscious mind knows more than you think it does," she finished, with a twinkle in her eye.
*Well,* thought Harry, *at least I don't have to see him again until potions tomorrow,* and continued to sip his tea.