Harry Potter

Mercury and Emerald-Part Three

By Dreamer

Authors Note: Okay, this is the slash version of part three. If it gets better or more reviews than the normal version then I'll turn my Mercury and Gold (Dracos eye color and Hermiones eye color) into a Mercury and Emerald (Dracos eye color and Harrys eye color). Dedicated to Kathy because this is a thank-you gift for switching English groups with me. Hope you like it! Please R/R if you want this to continue else I'll keep on with Draco/Hermione.

Mercury and Emerald-Part Three

By Dreamer
YOU DID WHAT? Harrys' yell bounced off the walls and came back magnified a thousand times. I looked around the room in alarm, checking to make sure that the Potions dungeon was still clear. I motioned for silence. He had pushed me against the walls and was holding me there, his face just a few inches away from mine. I was beginning to wish that I hadn't told Harry what had happened to Hermione. He looked like he was ready to kill me! I squirmed slightly so that I'd be more comfortable and then flashed him my best insolent yet superior grin. I regretted it almost immediately as he tightened his grip and tensed his muscles like he was going to shake me or something.

He said very slowly and steadily as if trying to restrain himself from screaming at me.
After she told you that she loved, how could you turn her over to your father that way! Who knows what they'll do to her? Rape, torture, they might even kill her! By now his green eyes were on fire. I smiled shakily and tried to calm him down.
Relax Potter. I drawled languidly. My mind was racing, trying to think of what to say next. I decided on the truth.
My father wouldn't rape her. Neither would any of the other Death Eaters because they wouldn't want to pollute themselves by touching a Mudblood.

DON'T CALL HER THAT! He practically screeched. He let go of me and began pacing around the Potions dungeon. I sank to the floor and tugged at the neck of my robes, trying to pull them down a bit as they had almost suffocated me when Harry had pinned me to the wall. I watched him pace for a bit and then I lowered my eyes and tried to think of a plan to save Hermione.


I was furious. The thought of that conniving, cheating scoundrel treating Hermione like a...a.... slave made my blood boil! How could he take advantage of her like that? On the other hand, I reasoned he really did seem sorry else why would he have told me unless this is a really complicated trap. I decided to check and make sure.

I walked over to where Draco was sitting, his creamy-white hair falling over his face because he was looking down. With shame? Or was he just deep in thought? I couldn't tell. But if he could help the Dark Lord capture Hermione then how could he be capable of feeling ashamed? I tapped him on the shoulder, a bit roughly perhaps but not enough for him to react the way he did. He jumped up and swung me against the wall, his silver eyes blazing with fury.

Look Potter, if you want to yell some more forget it! he hissed angrily into my ear. Now I was the one trapped.
I know that what I did was wrong and I'm trying to fix it! But I don't have time to waste listening to you tell me stuff that I already know! Now either accept that and come and help me save Hermione or I'll put a memory charm on you and go off and try to save her alone!

We were so close together that I could feel his hot breath against my cheek. He wasn't exactly hurting me; just keeping me pinned against the wall. His normally tidy hair was disheveled, falling wildly across his face. One of his bangs cleft one of his beautiful silver eyes in half, which at the moment were glittering with rage. He had a slightly pointed aquiline nose and full, sensual lips. Giving in to my impulses, I reached for his head and brought his lips to mine in a bittersweet kiss. He stiffened and moved away from me, a look of incredulous shock on his face. For a second, his confused silver eyes met mine, but then he flushed and looked away. I shifted away from him, feeling unaccountably disappointed. Suddenly I realized what I had done and more importantly, to whom I had done it. I stepped, or tried to step back but was blocked by the dungeon wall. He was the first to recover.

I know that you're mad at me but isn't it enough that you already yelled at me? You didn't have to humiliate me as well. He stated his tone carefully neutral. He then deliberately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making sure that I saw him.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I wasn't trying to humiliate you, really I wasn't. I don't know what came over me. I'll never do it again. I said lamely, each excuse sounding even more unbelievable than the last. He looked at me, the expression on his face indecipherable. He shrugged nonchalantly and then turned away from me. I was busy kicking myself. WHY DID I DO THAT? Why? I already have a girlfriend, Cho! So why did I kiss that amazing- I mean amazingly arrogant idiot!

Yeah, well, now I know what to say when you start yelling at me. He said in a joking tone, still turned away from me.

I questioned him, my hopes rising. Maybe he'll forgive me and then never mention this again!

I can just remind you that your behavior isn't that exemplary either. At least Hermione said that she loved me! Was that a note of disgust in his voice? No, just anger although maybe I'd prefer disgust....

Like I said, I'm sorry. I'll never mention it again if you won't. I answered him cautiously.

Oh sure, this will be our guilty secret huh? I don't think so. Imagine the headlines Harry Potter, the Boy who fell in love with a Death Eaters son. You give me such a great weapon for blackmail and you expect me not to use it? Come on, just think of the look on the Weasels face when I tell him that the famous Harry Potter grabbed me and kissed me? He'll be so shocked to hear that he wasn't your first choice. He said teasingly. The look on his perfectly sculptured face was infuriating! What gives him the right to be so smug!

Draco, I'm serious! Don't tell anybody! I exclaimed. I do one thing wrong and it has to be my worst enemy who knows about it! It isn't even as if he knows whether I'm gay, or bi or straight? If I don't know myself yet, how should he? Although the fact that I kissed him is kind of a dead give-away.

Draco now, hmm? Since when have we been on a first name basis? Oh well, at least now I don't need to worry about competing with you for Hermione. he shot back.

Speaking of Hermione, every second that you spend teasing me is a second wasted. We should be trying to find her! I said, hoping to distract him. After all, this was the first time that I had ever kissed another boy so I wasn't sure how to deal with rejection. Not that I cared of course....


I looked at Harry. He was standing against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He appeared to be sulking. No wonder, I suppose that I did go a bit overboard with the teasing. Maybe I should apologize? I was on the verge of apologizing when my Malfoy pride re-asserted its self. After all, I thought, he kissed me, not the other way around. Plus I want to make sure that he doesn't decide to try that again. For a second I felt a brief flicker of sympathy for him but it disappeared as soon as he tentatively raised his eyes, as if seeking forgiveness. How dare he do that? First he yells at me because I betrayed Hermione and then he kisses me! How stupid can you get? If I weren't so mad at him, I'd find the look on his face funny; he looked kind of like a puppy dog that someone kicked....

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9 year old Draco

What is that thing? How dare you bring the spawn of a werewolf in this house! If you want a pet, we'll get you a Dementor! My father thundered. I cuddled the puppy closer to my chest. I had found him out in the rain, wandering aimlessly around. He had wagged his tail at me and covered my face with puppy kisses when I picked it up. So I had brought him home, despite the fact that my parents repeatedly had told me no pets. I thought that when they saw how sweet it was, they would relent and let me keep him. I had already decided to call him Sunshine because of his flaxen hair.

Father, please can I keep him? I love him so much. I'll take care of him and wash him and feed him and keep him out of your way and.... and.... I had to stop because I couldn't think of anything more to say. His pale, silvery eyes narrowed and he slowly pointed his wand at Sunshine.

Avada Kedavra. He spat out spitefully. A jet of green light shot out from his wand and hit Sunshine. Sunshine stiffened and then relaxed, looking as peaceful as if he were asleep.

That should teach you not to bring home pets again! With that, my father turned and walked out of the room, my mother following right behind him. I stood there for a moment longer and then my whole body started to shake as I looked at the cold bundle of soft golden fur that had once been a puppy.

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Draco? Draco! Are you O.K? You looked like you were about to faint or something! A loud but concerned voice yelled in my ear. I opened my eyes and remembered that I was standing in the Potions dungeon, trying to think of a way to save Hermione. I wasn't 9 years old and setting my dead puppy on fire so that I could hide the ashes where my father couldn't find them. Still, I felt shivery and cold inside but I couldn't let Harry know that so I resorted to my usual sneer + cutting comment combination.

If I faint, it'll be because I've had to breathe the same air you're breathing for so long. The Weasels sister also would faint for the same reason probably, but she's a lunatic. Has to be, else why would she fall for a loser like you! Think about it! You have a god-father that's a convict and that sold your parents to Lord Voldemort, a Weasel friend who's so poor that they don't have any rats in their house because they ate them all, you hang out with a werewolf who was involved in a threesome with your father and Sirius Black, and as for your mother- I didn't get further because Harry jumped me and pushed me to the floor.

All his magic forgotten, he resorted to trying to punch/kick me. Didn't work though because as a Malfoy I am expected to be fully trained in all forms of fighting. And of course, I am. Whenever he tried to punch me, I'd grab his wrist and twist backwards. Then he would try to kick me so that I'd drop his wrist. That's when I'd grab his leg, attach his hand to it and then throw him backwards. Finally he tired of this boring routine and standing up at about the same time I did, launched himself at me. I side-stepped easily and catching him by the collar of his robes, rapidly punched him three times in succession. Hammer blows, to his throat, gut and mouth. For a second he sagged against me and then regaining his balance, backed away, assuming a fighting stance as he did so. We stood there, string at each other from opposite sides of the room. His green eyes were sparkling and he was panting slightly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Abruptly I felt ashamed. He had only been worried and I had reacted by trying to hurt him. Typical me. Hermione cares about me and I betray her to Lord Voldemort. Harry gets worried because I look ill and I provoke him into fighting me. Maybe the reason that I can't deal with affection is because I got so very little of it when I was a kid. My parents hate me. All they want is that I grow up and become a sadistic bastard like my father. But I don't want to. I'll have to break this cycle of alienating everybody that tries to be friendly. And i guess that I might as well start now. I slowly lowered my fists and grinned placatingly at Harry. He gave me an odd look and then lowered his.

Look, I'm sorry that I made those comments about your family. I guess that I'm just a bit on edge right now. I muttered reluctantly but sincerely.

You know, I think that that's the first time I've ever heard you apologize about anything. Harry noted thoughtfully.

Yeah well, don't expect me to make a habit out of it or anything. So, are we going to my mansion or not? I gruffly responded.

O.K. but I still think that we should tell Ron. After all, he thinks Hermione is his girl-friend. Harry pointed out.

Is he crazy? My Hermione together with that Muggle- loving beggar! I answered sharply. Harry was glaring daggers. I had forgotten that Ron was his best friend. I grimaced apologetically and he smiled forgivingly.

Lets go get our brooms although you might have a bit of trouble keeping up with me. A Firebolt is way better than a Nimbus 2001. He bragged. I raised an eyebrow, Harry had never struck me as the boastful type.

Actually, my father got me a Firebolt so that I could beat you at Quidditch. I retorted.

It'll take more than a new broom to beat me! He playfully rejoined. We kept on arguing about who was the superior Quidditch player until we were out on the school grounds. We had stopped off in our dorms to pick up some Muggle clothing and a set of spare robes each. We gave each other a quick smile and then swooped off into the air. And now for my home. And now for my father.

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