Aimee
Hermione and Harry… Harry and Hermione.
It was Draco's turn to sneer. After four years, four long years of torture from the Gryffindors, four long years of being pushed to the ground and being stepped on by those pesky boys who thought themselves better than him, it was his turn to get even.
Hermione and Harry… A Mudblood and the son of the head of Slytherin. It was too perfect, why didn't he see it coming? Of course, it was what his father would have wanted him to do… Lucius Malfoy was a vicious man and would stop at nothing to destroy the lives of others.
Especially this one.
Draco sighed as he passed the Transfiguration classroom. Harry always thought of him as the enemy; he was the enemy, in fact, and was damned proud of it. Despite his first flunk in Potions, Professor Snape took a liking to Draco. Snape knew Draco knew about his past, including his Death Eater tendencies. Narcissa Malfoy would have undoubtedly filled him in on the study of the Dark Arts.
It wasn't a dare – no, it was much more than that. A test, if you must. Harry Potter – Snape, whichever his last name was, had ruined his life. He had taken his father away from him and totally destroyed the basic elements and honor of the Malfoy name. He was determined to get even.
It was common knowledge Harry wasn't Severus Snape's son; everyone knew, but that didn't seem to bother Harry or Snape in the least. Draco was going to make it bother Snape; he was out for blood. He wanted revenge, no matter what the personal risk was. Harry knew exactly what it was like to have his father taken away from him… However, he had always had a replacement.
Draco walked briskly into the Great Hall and went straight to the Gryffindor table. Checking to make sure both Professor Snape and Hermione were within viewing distance, Draco went and tapped Harry on the shoulder. Harry turned around almost immediately, his eyes narrowing with disgust when he saw who it was.
"What do you want?" he spat out, standing up slightly.
"This." Draco grabbed Harry by the collar with his right hand and gripped it tightly. Harry's eyes widened in horror as Draco pulled him by the neck towards him, pressing his body up against his own.
Draco glanced over to the High Table quickly, making sure Severus Snape was paying full attention to him – he was. A moment later, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry full on the mouth.
He then let go of his collar and shot Harry a venomous look, and then turned around on his heals and walked out of the Great Hall, not bothering to listen to the shocked students.
Harry's eyes were wide open, his mouth agape. Ron stood up next to him, looking at his best friend with wonder.
"Since when have you been snogging Malfoy?"
Harry shook his head, thoroughly disgusted with himself. "I haven't."
"Then how exactly would you explain that?" Hermione butt in, crossing her arms to face Harry.
"He's pissed off about something." Ron interjected, "Wonder why he took it out on you?"
"I always knew Malfoy was a pretty-boy, but never… that way." Harry was still shaking his head. "Get me some liquid – any kind of liquid – before I throw up."
Draco smiled to himself back in the deserted Slytherin common room. He didn't care what Snape's punishment would be; it would all be worth it in the end.
Crabbe and Goyle walked into the common room looking as confused as they had ever been; for them, that was saying something. Almost as if they were afraid to look at Draco, the two kept their eyes on the floor as if they were one person.
"Uhh… Draco?" Crabbe asked, "Why'd you do that?"
Draco shook his head, "You wouldn't understand, Crabbe, so don't even bother asking."
"We wanted to know…" Goyle started, "Are you gay?"
Draco laughed bitterly, "God I wish I was."
That day, the three of them – Harry, Ron, and Hermione – spent hours trying to figure ways out to get Draco back for what he did. Not only were most of Harry's classmates starting to doubt his claimed sexual preference, one of two boys had looked at Harry in a way that not only wanted to make him disappear, but scald himself in boiling water.
Near the end of the day, Severus caught up to Harry, who was with Hermione at the time. The two had been dating for a little over two months now, and Severus was curious as to why Malfoy would do such a thing.
"Harry… May I please speak to you, alone?" Severus asked, directing Harry into an empty classroom. He nodded for Hermione to continue on her way as he follow his father into the room.
Severus shut the door quietly behind them, then looked at Harry with a quizzical expression on his face. "Dare I ask what that little scene with Mr. Malfoy was about earlier?"
"I'm not gay, if that's what your asking." Harry sighed, "Ask him why he did it, because I sure as f-cking hell don't know."
Severus looked up as a response to Harry's language; "Pardon me? What did you just say?"
"I said," Harry breathed, "Ask him why he did it, because I as f-cking hell don't know."
Severus' eyes narrowed, "Don't you dare use that language around me, son."
"Why not?" Harry asked bitterly, "It's part of the English language – why is it banned anyway?"
"The English language," Severus started, "Is a very precise and exact thing; as mixed up and diverse it can be, there is only one proper way to truly say some things. Saying it otherwise results in sounding as if you do not know the proper way; therefore, you sound stupid."
"Glad to know you've joined the Anti-Harry club." Harry smirked, "Wouldn't want to be left out, would you?"
Severus was taken back by the way Harry was acting; never in his life had he ever spoke this way to either himself or Lily. "Why are you acting like this?"
Harry just shook his head, "Must be all those Potter genes in my blood; from what I've heard, he was one hell of a son of a bitch. I might as well just follow his footsteps, seeing as I'm so much like him."
In one swift motion, Severus had grabbed Harry by the shoulder and was approximately two inches away from him. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again, do you understand me? You are NOT like James Potter, nor will you ever be. You are ten times the man James ever was – do you understand me?"
Harry glared at Severus, "Why should I listen to you?"
Severus was positively seething now; if Harry had been in his right mind, he would have bolted for the door. "Because I am your father, that's why."
Harry tore his shoulder out of Severus' grip. "No,
you're not my father. James Potter is; don't fool yourself." With
that, he turned on his heel much like Draco had earlier in the day and
walked out on a stunned Severus Snape.
A/N: Before you start yelling at me, no, Harry is NOT gay, nor will
he ever be. At least not in this story... There was a reason for that,
so please don't yell at me for it. Ok? Thanks.