Draco sighed. It had been a very weird day. First, Harry had gotten that damned letter from his father's lover, then his father died, then he had found out Snape was his father, and now he found that they would be getting married. 'What next?' Draco thought to himself.
He went over to his wardrobe, and grabbed his ten pairs of black school robes, two black pairs of dress robes, and his wizard's hat. Turning around, he saw Sal perched on the corner of the bed, looking at him scornfully. He looked around his silver and green bedroom, and realized what the problem was. Sal's ebony cage was closed, and she obviously needed in. He opened it for her, and she flew in, ruffling her feathers.
He grinned at her, and walked over to his huge four-poster bed, and pulled his silver trunk out from underneath. He looked at it, proudly. The trunk had been in the Malfoy family for years. He stuffed all of his clothes and his Silver Arrow 5000 (a broom better than the Firebolt) into it. Sighing, he pushed the green drapes aside, and flopped down onto his feather mattress.
***DRACO IS DREAMING***
"Sal, Sal!!" a girls voice called to him. He opened his eyes, and the starry night sky greeted him. Vacantly he wondered why a girls voice was calling his owl's name. "Hurry, hurry, Ricci needs your help!" Draco stood up, feeling slightly strange, and turned to see a beautiful woman with auburn hair and azure eyes looking at him, frantically. "Come on, he is in the silver circle again." She turned and he followed.
***AWAKE***
Draco sat up. His heart was racing. He remembered every word of the dream. But oddly enough, it felt, real. He shook his head. Closing his eyes, he calmed himself down, by mumbling an old chant talk to him by Lucius when he had been a small child. Upon opening his eyes, he heard someone open the door.
"Draco, your mother would like you to come downstairs for dinner," it was Snape, his father. Draco shuddered a bit. He still couldn't believe Snape was his father. "Are...are you okay Draco? I mean, I am sure you weren't overly sad at your father...er...Lucius dying, but I was hoping you were not too upset at my being your father." He said this all quit nervously. Draco felt sad for his biological father.
He pulled open the drapes, and grinned at him. Snape seemed to become less rigid. "Not at all, I mean, you are not bad at all, it isn't as if Harry Potter were coming to live with me or anything, now that would be awful." Snape shuffled awkwardly. "What?" Draco asked him, suspiciously.
"Well, much to my dislike, and most likely yours, Harry Potter will be...er... staying here until the end of this school year." Draco was speechless. Snape looked at him. "You see, Sirius has not yet had his record cleared, and his aunt and uncle are moving to Ireland." Draco was still to shocked to speak. "I know this isn't exactly anything you are overjoyed about, but your mother agreed to take him in until Sirius has his record cleared."
"What?!?" Draco asked him, "How come she did not tell me before?" Snape shrugged. "Are you sure?" Snape nodded. "I need to talk to my mum," he said hastily, and started out the room. Snape grabbed his wrist. He turned to him.
"Do not make a big deal out of it Draco, it was Dumbledore's suggestion, and your mother feels bad for him, as he lost both of his parents, mainly thanks to Lucius, who was top Death Eater." Snape looked at him piercingly. "I like the boy none to much either, but your mother feels she is in debt, and she was very worried you would be mad."
Draco looked at him, and sighed. "What a day. Now what else could go wrong." A gong sounded, signaling that someone was at the door. "Don't tell me..." Snape nodded.
Snape sighed. "Look, I will keep a civil tongue, if you do." Draco grinned. He couldn't imagine Snape being civil to Harry. After all, it was Snape who had tried to fail Harry several times throughout the past six years. Snape had also given Harry more detentions than the other teachers combined.
"Fine. I will if you will." Snape grimaced, and they walked down three sets of stairs, and through five secret tapestries, into the dining room, where Harry and Narcissa were speaking quietly.
Harry looked up at Draco, and his eyes moved over to Snape. He stared at him. "Sn... Professor Snape?" Harry asked, shocked. Draco looked up to Snape, who gave him a small wink.
"Harry, meet my father... Severus Snape." If Harry was any more shocked, Draco was sure his jaw would become detached, as it was already in danger of an owl flying into it. Draco grinned, and looked up at Snape who had an evil glint in his eye.
"Harry, how are you doing?" Snape asked him, in a very fake, sincere voice. Harry just goggled. Narcissa stepped forward, and gave them both a warning glare.
"Harry dear, Draco will tell you the details later, I am sure," Narcissa said nicely to him. "You will be in the guest room that connects Draco's. Now," she said, clapping her hands, "Lets eat, Leryn, our cook, has cooked up a wonderful dinner. I hope you like Chinese Harry?" Harry nodded, and Narcissa ushered them into seats.
After an uncomfortable dinner, filled with many nervous glances and shuffling of feet, Harry and Draco excused themselves, and Draco showed Harry to his room, which to his distaste, connected with his. Not ten minutes after Draco had showed Harry to his room, a knock sounded at the door. After pulling on his black silk pajamas, Draco opened the door, and to his distaste, Harry stood there, wearing the exact same pajamas, but in scarlet.
diclaimer I own nothing that is from the Harry Potter books (though I would LOVE to own Draco) I own the plot, and other characters not in HP books
A/N Well, how is it so far?? Kind of odd huh?? Well, I guess that is just my style! The next chapter will involve Harry and Draco having a 'friendly' talk, and Harry will find out about Ron. Then, They will meet Hermione!!! OOH can't wait! Hehe. R/R please!
He went over to his wardrobe, and grabbed his ten pairs of black school robes, two black pairs of dress robes, and his wizard's hat. Turning around, he saw Sal perched on the corner of the bed, looking at him scornfully. He looked around his silver and green bedroom, and realized what the problem was. Sal's ebony cage was closed, and she obviously needed in. He opened it for her, and she flew in, ruffling her feathers.
He grinned at her, and walked over to his huge four-poster bed, and pulled his silver trunk out from underneath. He looked at it, proudly. The trunk had been in the Malfoy family for years. He stuffed all of his clothes and his Silver Arrow 5000 (a broom better than the Firebolt) into it. Sighing, he pushed the green drapes aside, and flopped down onto his feather mattress.
***DRACO IS DREAMING***
"Sal, Sal!!" a girls voice called to him. He opened his eyes, and the starry night sky greeted him. Vacantly he wondered why a girls voice was calling his owl's name. "Hurry, hurry, Ricci needs your help!" Draco stood up, feeling slightly strange, and turned to see a beautiful woman with auburn hair and azure eyes looking at him, frantically. "Come on, he is in the silver circle again." She turned and he followed.
***AWAKE***
Draco sat up. His heart was racing. He remembered every word of the dream. But oddly enough, it felt, real. He shook his head. Closing his eyes, he calmed himself down, by mumbling an old chant talk to him by Lucius when he had been a small child. Upon opening his eyes, he heard someone open the door.
"Draco, your mother would like you to come downstairs for dinner," it was Snape, his father. Draco shuddered a bit. He still couldn't believe Snape was his father. "Are...are you okay Draco? I mean, I am sure you weren't overly sad at your father...er...Lucius dying, but I was hoping you were not too upset at my being your father." He said this all quit nervously. Draco felt sad for his biological father.
He pulled open the drapes, and grinned at him. Snape seemed to become less rigid. "Not at all, I mean, you are not bad at all, it isn't as if Harry Potter were coming to live with me or anything, now that would be awful." Snape shuffled awkwardly. "What?" Draco asked him, suspiciously.
"Well, much to my dislike, and most likely yours, Harry Potter will be...er... staying here until the end of this school year." Draco was speechless. Snape looked at him. "You see, Sirius has not yet had his record cleared, and his aunt and uncle are moving to Ireland." Draco was still to shocked to speak. "I know this isn't exactly anything you are overjoyed about, but your mother agreed to take him in until Sirius has his record cleared."
"What?!?" Draco asked him, "How come she did not tell me before?" Snape shrugged. "Are you sure?" Snape nodded. "I need to talk to my mum," he said hastily, and started out the room. Snape grabbed his wrist. He turned to him.
"Do not make a big deal out of it Draco, it was Dumbledore's suggestion, and your mother feels bad for him, as he lost both of his parents, mainly thanks to Lucius, who was top Death Eater." Snape looked at him piercingly. "I like the boy none to much either, but your mother feels she is in debt, and she was very worried you would be mad."
Draco looked at him, and sighed. "What a day. Now what else could go wrong." A gong sounded, signaling that someone was at the door. "Don't tell me..." Snape nodded.
Snape sighed. "Look, I will keep a civil tongue, if you do." Draco grinned. He couldn't imagine Snape being civil to Harry. After all, it was Snape who had tried to fail Harry several times throughout the past six years. Snape had also given Harry more detentions than the other teachers combined.
"Fine. I will if you will." Snape grimaced, and they walked down three sets of stairs, and through five secret tapestries, into the dining room, where Harry and Narcissa were speaking quietly.
Harry looked up at Draco, and his eyes moved over to Snape. He stared at him. "Sn... Professor Snape?" Harry asked, shocked. Draco looked up to Snape, who gave him a small wink.
"Harry, meet my father... Severus Snape." If Harry was any more shocked, Draco was sure his jaw would become detached, as it was already in danger of an owl flying into it. Draco grinned, and looked up at Snape who had an evil glint in his eye.
"Harry, how are you doing?" Snape asked him, in a very fake, sincere voice. Harry just goggled. Narcissa stepped forward, and gave them both a warning glare.
"Harry dear, Draco will tell you the details later, I am sure," Narcissa said nicely to him. "You will be in the guest room that connects Draco's. Now," she said, clapping her hands, "Lets eat, Leryn, our cook, has cooked up a wonderful dinner. I hope you like Chinese Harry?" Harry nodded, and Narcissa ushered them into seats.
After an uncomfortable dinner, filled with many nervous glances and shuffling of feet, Harry and Draco excused themselves, and Draco showed Harry to his room, which to his distaste, connected with his. Not ten minutes after Draco had showed Harry to his room, a knock sounded at the door. After pulling on his black silk pajamas, Draco opened the door, and to his distaste, Harry stood there, wearing the exact same pajamas, but in scarlet.
diclaimer I own nothing that is from the Harry Potter books (though I would LOVE to own Draco) I own the plot, and other characters not in HP books
A/N Well, how is it so far?? Kind of odd huh?? Well, I guess that is just my style! The next chapter will involve Harry and Draco having a 'friendly' talk, and Harry will find out about Ron. Then, They will meet Hermione!!! OOH can't wait! Hehe. R/R please!