Hi! After a long and merciless spell, I finally post this up. My quotation marks, dash button and shift button still hate me, so I was forced to getting use to using the other spare buttons for shift and dash. I used brackets for my quotation marks then replaced them later with a cut and copy thing and that F5 in Word. Bleh, be happy. thanks for the reviews so far, and since my keyboard hasnt worked properly I have a minor dose of writers block, please correct me if there are problems in my work. Fred and George have something going on. People who like the idea can keep it! People who dont can dismiss it as a joke! Constructive flames appreciated, reviews are needed. thanks for waiting, love you all!
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"Oh my golly gee, I'm watching little porny pee!" Peeves squealed in delight, bouncing off the ceiling then onto the floor. Draco had a quite embarrassed and furious look at the same time, which in Harry's opinion had made him look adorable.
"What the F***! Peeves, don't you DARE start!"
But Peeves was dancing of like a ballerina (literally) towards what seemed to be… Professor McGonagall's office.
"Oh shit no!" Draco yelled, tearing away to chase after Peeves. A hand caught his wrist though.
"Why is it so important? I mean, practically half all our classmates know you're-"
"Honestly Potter, you're too dense I won't be able to drill a sledgehammer through you. Do you want to get expelled, Potter? If Peeves *exaggerates* on the little story we'll have more than porn here, not to mention we'd be sent home trapped in those little quarantined boxes and shit!"
Harry proved faster in running than Draco.
Down the hall, the outraged cry,
"Peeves!"
Quick, panicked footsteps… They came to a halt in front of an opened office. Yes, it was no doubtably professor McGonagall's office. And to make matters worse, Peeves was chit-chatting away to the hard-faced Gryffindor teacher already.
Draco glared at Peeves, "Wait professor! You don't under—"
"You do not interrupt people when they are speaking, Mr. Malfoy."
Harry knotted his eyebrows, "But you just interrupted him, Professor."
Minerva blinked slightly, and both boys stifled a little snigger. The teacher replied, "Well… But… Hmm…"
"As I was saying…" Peeves suddenly interjected, and McGonagall turned to face him.
"NO!!!!"
The sudden raged cry of the two young lads startled Professor McGonagall but the thin line that formed her lips didn't change. Her face remained stern and, to most students, frighteningly stoic.
"Geez… Relax peeps. As I was just saying… Those two," a jerk of a translucent finger, " were loitering around the corridors." As the professor turned to face the two stiff boys again Peeves stuck out his tongue at Draco and Harry, and rolled his eyes.
Apparently one of his eyeballs weren't fit for the rolling part because the moment he rotated them, the eye popped out of Peeves socket. Professor McGonagall jumped back a bit as the disembodied eye rolled near her black boots.
"Oops!" cried Peeves, diving down to retrieve his lost body part. Draco and Harry glanced at each other while McGonagall wasn't looking, puzzlement practically graffitied on their fine faces.
Harry's heart leaped in anxiety… What if Peeves said they'd kissed? Well maybe that was okay but… What if he said they were doing something else? Like-…nevermind… Would everyone find out? Will they get detention? Or will they be expelled?
Even though Harry didn't think it was such a devious crime, he had placed the fact into his head that if Lucius Malfoy heard about any of this Draco would be fried before he could say 'chicken.'
The female teacher turned to glare at them for the second time. "And what were you two doing in the corridors?"
Peeves suddenly produced a coughing fit, enough to mask his guffaw.
It sounded like McGonagall had a suspicion, however by the mere dullness of her eyes Harry knew it just happened to be a coincidence. From behind the Professor both boys saw Peeves "puckering up his lips" towards them, in a cruel mimic of the earlier incident.
Harry didn't pay much attention to the ghost as the teacher loomed before them.
"Professor Snape asked me to help this little son of a…. Uhm, I mean *Harry* look for his homework, Professor." said Draco, putting up a slightly nasty beam. Harry gave in to the urge of faintly smiling as he caught a sight of their teacher rather astonished at the idea of Snape actually sending out *Draco Malfoy* to *help* *Harry Potter* look for his homework and expecting them to return with all limbs intact.
She gave him a disbelieving stare. Draco got the idea and shrugged.
"You could ask him if you want to, Professor."
a curt nod from the Gryffindor head. "I will see to that, Mr. Malfoy. Now please," she glanced at the two of them , "Please leave this area. I suppose your Potions class has just finished, and it's lunch time." A look at their faces and she resisted a smile. "Don't worry." She said, "Ill tell Professor Snape where you two were." (1)
The two left quietly but their peace was instantly destroyed the minute Peeves *swam* into the corridors.
"Oo, lemme see that really sweet kissie again, boys!" he said in between snickers. Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry remained undisrupted. A certain question dazed him so, and since his curiousity swam about, he asked, "Why didn't you tell, Peeves?"
Peeves looked rather amused, in a very frivolous manner.
"Oh? So you *did* want her to know, okay, I can arrange—"
"that's not what I mean, you know that. Why'd you help us out there? I mean, I didn't think Peeves would actually be kind to students. So why?"
"You make it sound as if I'm a monster." Peeves answered wryly.
Draco smirked, "Well actually…"
"Shut up Draco." Harry said, producing a small glare especially conducted for Malfoy before looking back at Peeves, expecting an answer. Draco looked abashed and angry, but said nothing as Harry's curiousity affected him.
Peeves swooped down in front of them, grinning mischevousely.
"Do you actually think that I did all that for nothing?"
Harry blinked, "what?"
Draco groaned, "God Potter, you have a big brain but none of it's working… He's blackmailing us. Oh I'm sorry, do you even know what blackmailing is?"
Harry looked dumbfounded, not because he had no clue of blackmail, in fact Dudley made sure he knew *exactly* what it meant. He was thunderstruck for another reason, -what does this poltergeist have in mind for them?
"your catch?" asked Harry nervously.
Peeves made an over-acting bemused expression.
"My catch? Hm, well I caught a frog once, threw it under a firstyear girl's skirt if you must know."
Draco looked horrified, and Harry lifted an eyebrow.
They stood in stillness for a while, if you discounted the fact Peeves was giggling in a frenzy. Regaining composure, Draco sneered, "Fine, if there is no catch, we'll leave you and your hysterics alone Peeves. Oh and by the way, I think you need proper acting lessons. You sweat it too much and your acting doesn't even look fine."
And with that the Malfoy grabbed Harry's arm and dragged them towards somewhere else not Peeves-infected.
"One day, I will personally vacuum that ghost into a bottle." Draco stated dryly, as they made a left turn around the corner. Harry looked at him suspiciously, "I thought you hated muggles. Vacuums are their sort of thing, you know."
Draco halted, and turned to face Harry, who stopped as well.
"There are vacuums for wizards too, stupid." he spat, cornering his eyes on Harry. Harry looked quite embarrased, but put up an angry face.
"Well I'm sorry, I just haven't been so in touch with my family's world since they were killed by your stupid master. Or was that your Lord? Probably your God for goodness-…"
Harry trailed off, noticing the blank expression Draco was carrying. Inside he felt guilty… but it was true, wasn't it? Bad faith did suite Draco Malfoy so well, and by the looks of his father, Lucius... he in fact had no doubt that—
A hand carressed his cheek. Softly, gently, as if his owner was truly, deeply in love. It was strange, Harry thought. If Draco Malfoy was in love with him deeply, then pigs *flew*.
He felt Malfoy's lips meet his, and a passionate kiss blew them away.
Okay, so Harry did see Millicent Bulstrode ride a broom once, was that counted?
After the undeniably heated kiss Draco whispered, "He is my father's god, Harry. And let the real God forsake the fact that I am suppose to be Voldemort's servant." Draco turned away frankly, and gaited off, to the Hall that stood in the last corner. Leaving Harry Potter alone to deal with his thoughts.
Dracos POVI had heard him, for a first time, so angry… Yes I knew how he looked like when he was mad, but never *this* mad. I didnt know he was this... devastated. I had felt his pain, his burning rage, his icy hatred… The brutal words. And only one wizard had caused this, but I could understand. This wizard indeed had made many young boys angry, whether losing their parents or their heritage, or maybe a loved one—there were many reasons. I never truly cared what the hell they were crying about, but this was the first time… And for only this time, had I felt something tug my heart so violently when Harry ranted around.
/I should buy a tape recorder one day./ scoffed my conscience.
Leave me alone. I countered easily, this stupid voice won't push me to the edge today. I am in total control.
/Relax, Drac… this was long ago, Harry's got the hang of Voldemort. Though I do think you should be nicer to him. But don't treat him like some porcelein barbie doll, I have the feeling he won't like that either. *snicker*/
I bet that Weasley's treating him like that, poor Potter.
/Aww, Drackie drackie drackie… Still thinking bout that mean, old red-head? You should start reeling Potter in, you know. I know he's all smitten by my charm—/
Our. Duffass. Our charm.
/Whatever. Well, you've gotta show em who rules Potter's pants./
Nice way of saying it.
/I know./
Normal POVSo, as Draco Malfoy walked his way to the Slytherins table, he formulated a plan to show Ron who Harry belonged to. Question was, was it harder than it seemed?
The Great Hall was filled with voices and laughter, joys and liveliness. It was colorful, brightfully twinkling its golden hue. Harry Potter came in to the room, not a lot noticed his late entrado. A scan around the room, before Harry proceeded to his rightful table.
"Harry!" Ron cried, as Harry plopped himself unceremoniously onto the seat beside him. Harry gave a warm smile, and Ron reflected it.
Harry almost gulped loudly, Ron looked different since their first year. No longer that ordinary look, Ron had a fine jaw and nicely-placed features. He wasn't flatteningly gorgeous, but enough to make some hufflepuff girls, several Gryffindors, and a few ravenclaws sigh. Hardly any Slytherins because Ron was pictured the perfect boy, too perfect for their taste with no touch of darkness and evil at all.
But for Harry, Ron's looks and his manners grew to rival even Draco.
"Hello!?! Does something really bother you that much?!" Hermione asked, exasperated, seemed like she was trying to get Harry's attention for quite some time now. Harry gave her an apologetic smile, and replied, "Sorry 'Mione. Anyways, shoot."
"As I've said, the Bonus Ball's coming up soon. Who are you going to take?" (2)
Harry was quite speecheless. He forgot all about this Bonus Ball. Who was he going to take?
"I'm, I'm not too sur—"
Interrupting Harry's timid reply, food sprang out from the empty dishes in front of them, like rosebuds blooming out in spring. No one actually commented on this strange occurance, as everyone was accustomed to it everytime, though the first years were still queazy about it.
"Mashed potatoes, again?!" Harry heard Lavander, a few seats away. It was true, the food was quite unoriginal from this morning, but he didn't mind at all. Then he felt someone lean from the head of his chair, and a small, silky voice asked,
"Hey, Hermione…"
Was it Harrys imagination or was Pansy Parkinson really talking to Hermione Granger *nicely*???
Hermione blinked, mildly startled as well. Pansy continued, "What?! I talked to you a while ago in Potions class, in case you've forgotten… Do you have my quill?"
"Your quill?" Hermione parroted.
"You know, a feather used to—"
"Its not with me," Snapped Hermione, just before Pansy finished her insulting sentence. Pansy smirked. "Ok ok, might have left it somewhere else. Thanks."
As the Slytherin girl walked away, Ron let out a large gasp. "Hermione! I didn't know you two spoke to each other!"
Hermione shrugged. "Since yesterday, she started talking to me. Not in public of course, she just did now. And only now. Scary."
"You could say that again." Harry chimed in, after swallowing his munched meat. Hermione nodded, and continued, "Actually, she's pretty funny herself. But it's still a habit to insult."
"It's a habit to all Slytherins." Noted Ron, then put the silver goblet to his lips to drink.
"Really now, is it?" Came the low reply. Ron flinched. It was their *favorite* Professor indeed, Severus Snape.
Before Snape had the chance of getting 5 points from Gryffindor, Harry heard another voice, as another person leaned over and happily joined them.
"Arr, Professor." It was Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts. His nasty smell sent Harry sinking in his chair. Ron looked at the two, his heart beating a bit faster as he didn't know how much points were going to be taken by Snape. Filch continued in a raspy voice, "Professor… I found something interesting on the floor near the corridors. Come now, it is a potion of some sort, yet I lack the knowledge to know."
A curt nod, and a hawk glance before Snape turned and walked away with his cape billowing as he went, and Filch grumpily limping beside him.
They looked at each other strangely, before Harry felt someone else stop leaning behind his chair.
He looked up, to see his former crush, Cho Chang. She was blushing shyly, smiling down at him, "Hi Harry." She said, gripping the head of his seat.
Harry gave her a generous grin, but before he could ask on what she was doing there, the twins came from behind, slapping Cho on the back playfully.
"So sorry, Cho dear." Fred started.
"Someone has pinned Harry Potter already." grinned George.
From his seat, Ron turned a couple of shades red. Fred winked at him, and looked over at Cho.
"Now now, dear, don't cry."
"guys! Im not *that* desperate!" replied Cho with a charming smile. Harry kept his grin as he shook his head and concentrated on his food. Soon Cho went back to her table, and the Weasley twins hovered over Harry and Ron. Hermione got the little signs.
"You two like each other, don't you?" asked Hermione witty as always. Ron suddenly found himself immensly fascinated with the pork on his plate, blushing furiously. The twins grinned.
"Yes," started Fred, "Me and George have loved each other since--OOF!"
"--Lets leave these little darlings to themselves." George said, winking at Fred. George grinned mischevously as they tiddled away.
Ron rolled his eyes and tried his best not look at Harry as they ate.
But a sudden, pained gasp made him turn.
It was horrible. Harry Potter suddenly couldn't breath. His eyes grew watery, and his mind felt like it was spun about a hundred million times. He felt his lungs getting tighter, and his neck shrinking into nothing. He was turning red, and now he couldn't even gasp aloud. He couldn't steal a breath. Something had clogged his breathing system, and he felt a warm liquid squirt out of his mouth as he sputtered. Blood.
A scream.
"Harry's been poisoned!!!!" Hermione shouted, standing, after eyeing the Harry. Ron jerked up as Harry tried to rise, and caught Harry as he fainted. A few more startled gasps and commotion, and everything in Harry's world became a mere, black blurr.
Draco Malfoy, seated in the Slytherins table shot up, and watched the horrendous traffic as people piled to see what was going on.
"Oh my f****** shit, Harry!"
He pushed past Crabbe who moved aside quickly, Blaise who stood up to get a closer look and Pansy who looked suddenly dumbfounded as Draco passed her.
But the crowd was impossible to tear off, and Draco was left, wide-eyed in the Great Hall as Ron and the others rushed his love… Harry… to the hospitally wing.
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Part 7 – Complications and a Headache
Who poisoned Harry? Why? Is Harry alright? How about Draco's plan? What is Peeves planning? Will Dumbledore find his polka-dotted boxer shorts?
1) If your wondering why Potions is the first subject, then lunch is the next... lemme tell yeah... They have breakfast at 8 and thus potions start at 9|30. (I dont have the colon button) they have double potions, and lets just say lunch starts at 11|30. ho ho ho, sorry but I needed that weird schedule for the fic. So sorry!
2)dont ask, I needed another name. Yule would come too early.