A/N: Hey peeps! Here it is! Chapter 4!!! Not much to say about it, so read and review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters (Aw man…) They are property of Warner Bros., Scholastic, and the wonderful, magnificent, genius of a writer (drum role plz) J.K Rowling!!!
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Months had passed and everything was normal, well, as normal as thing could get. Draco and Harry fought and argued when others around and were like best friends when alone. Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle all accepted it and made no abjection, not many, at least. Harry and Draco had made a pact awhile back, and made Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle promise to keep this a secret. Who knew what would happen if anybody did find out. Some one could be connected with Voldermort and then they'd be in trouble. But no one had found out, so they considered themselves lucky. Not even Dumbledore knew! What was even more surprising was the fact the Lucius was still completely clue less, as Draco had found out over Christmas vacation, and hadn't even noticed that something was amidst. And why should he? Draco thought one day in Potions class. It's not like he noticed anything before. And he hasn't even tried to find out more about my background for the 15 years I've lived with him… why should he start now?
Draco felt something hit the back of his head. He spun around to see Harry smirking at him. Harry's eyes flashed at the crumpled up wad of parchment at Draco's feet. Draco glanced around quickly, but everyone was too busy making their Pepper-up Potions. Draco purposely knocked his bag of lacewings to the floor and bent over quickly to pick both the bag and the note up. He hurriedly unfolded the wad and read it.
Meet me at Little Utopia tonight after dinner.
Draco casually signaled a yes by scratching his nose. He and Harry had come up with a semi-complicated signaling system to talk to each other with out throwing notes around the room all day. He then figured, as he saw Professor Snape glance at him, to set thing on track. He spun around just as Harry threw another note at him and was about to start a fight when Snape jumped in. "Well, Mr. Potter, it looks like we have nothing better to do in my class then throw paper at the other students?" Snape said in his usual cold voice. Draco faked a laugh as he kicked the note behind his bag. The other Slytherins were snickering and smirking at Harry.
Harry's eyes sunk. Draco wanted to protest, but in their pact they had promised no intrusion on a Professor's taunting. This was mainly directed towards Snape and Draco didn't want every Slytherin sixth year to find out about him being a Potter. Some of the, he knew for sure, were Death Eaters. He'd be forced into hiding if he said anything.
"Well now, let's see. How about 30 points from Gryffindor." Harry's head shot up at this.
"For throwing paper!" he protested.
Snape grinned. "Hold your tongue, Potter. Let's make that another 10 for talking back to a teacher. I do not have to explain my actions to you. Maybe that will teach you not to be smart with me, boy. At least you'll learn something."
Harry's face had gone redder than Ron's hair. He opened his mouth to protest, but at the sight of Draco's hard glare, he snapped it shut. Snape grinned nastily at him.
Wish to say something, Mr. Potter?" he sneered, the Slytherins about to wet their pants. "Well, why don't you say it, Mr. Potter? We're waiting."
Draco forced a smile as he watched Harry squirm uncomfortably in his seat. Snape leaned forward over the desk, only inches away from Harry's face. "I told you to speak. When I tell you to speak, you speak."
Harry gulped and tried desperately not to look Snape in the eyes. "Yes, sir," he said softly, his face growing a bit redder.
Snape's grin grew wider still and he mockingly patted Harry's head. "That's a good boy," he said in the tone one would use when speaking to a puppy.
Harry slid as low as possible on his chair and hid his face behind his bangs. Draco's smile had left his face, but no one noticed. Most of the Slytherins were rolling on the floor with laughter and the ones that could maintain their balance were all teary-eyed and their visions were blurred. Draco felt like slapping Snape, but lucky for him he never got the chance, for the bell rang not too soon after Snape had finished insulting Harry.
Snape waved them out, the grin having yet to leave his face. "Mr. Malfoy," he called just as Draco reached the door. He sure has a knack for trapping you right when you think you've escaped. Draco spun around as the last of the Gryffindors (Harry, Ron, and Hermione) slumped past him following the still howling Slytherins.
"Yes, sir?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"Come here and sit down, Draco," Snape said softly, the sneer having left his voice.
Draco obeyed, pulled up a chair to Snape's desk and sat down. "Is there something the matter, sir?"
"Draco, why is it that, in the last few months, there seems to have been a dramatic change in you?" Snape began.
"I don't understand, sir."
"I have never in the 16 years I have known you seen you so… tolerant of someone like… Potter's actions. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you wish to go to the Hospital Wing and lie down?"
"No, sir."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is there anything, anything at all, that you need to tell me?"
"Like what, sir? I don't understand, sir." Draco cocked his head to one side, looking thoroughly confused.
"Something about you and Potter," Snape said, his tone softening even more as he watched Draco squirm slightly in his seat. "About you being brothers?"
Draco fell from his chair. He jumped back up, his eyes wide with shock and fear. "H-how d-did you kn-know?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"I've been keeping a close eye on you for the last few months. Those disappearances, the awkwardness in your aditude, the sudden change of heart towards Potter and his friends. I've watched it all, Draco. Then, one day on my way down to Hogsmeade, I overheard Potter's voice talking to someone. Then I heard yours. There was no anger, no shouting, no rampage of students to crowd in to see a fight. It was a civilized conversation between, and this is what surprised me the most, friends. After that, I put two and two together and this is the result I got." Snape watched the different emotions flash past Draco's face like one watches a car race.
"Y-you haven't t-told a-anyone y-yet, have you?" Draco stuttered. Snape shook his head and, with a sigh, slumped back into his chair.
"I'm surprise Lucius hasn't--"
"Your n-not going t-to tell h-him, are y-you?" Draco jumped up, shaking from head to toe.
Snape shook his head. "Not without your permission, of course. I have a feeling you have no intention on telling anyone?" Draco nodded. "Then, no. Not, unless, Lucius were to approach me himself and directly ask me, or in his case, demand me, to tell him if you were a Potter. But I see no reason in the world for him to do so unless he had already found out. And what are the chances of that?"
Draco relaxed a little. "May I be excused now, sir?" Snape nodded and shooed Draco out. Draco jumped out of his seat, grabbed his bag from next to the desk and nearly ran from the dungeon classroom. Draco couldn't remember a single time that he had ever been happier to leave Snape's room than right then. He had to talk to Harry, but he was sure he couldn't get anywhere near him, now, until after dinner. There would probably be a whole group of admirers and friends surrounding him to try and cheer him up now. What was to happen now? They're fear had become a reality. Someone had found out, and that someone was Snape.
