Part Four- Slytherin Shadows
After about a month, something unusual happened. That is to say, more unusual than the fact that, every night, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy slept in the same bed. The 6th year Slytherins and Gryffindors were walking down to Potions after lunch. Harry and his friends were walking and talking when -BAM!- Harry ran smack into someone. He blinked, and realized it was Draco. The group of students around them shifted, anticipating a fight.
Draco opened his mouth to say something scathing when he glanced at Harry's face and suddenly flashed to how it looked when he was asleep, mouth wide open and eyelashes delicately fluttering. Harry was apparently thinking along the same lines as he was, because the two of them suddenly burst out laughing. Everyone *stared* at them, wondering what the hell they were missing, except for Dean and Seamus, who exchanged knowing glances.
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That night, however, Harry had a *bad* feeling of misgiving in his stomach. Which was why, at 11:15, when Draco hadn't arrived yet (He always came at 11), Harry snatched up his invisibility cloak and crept downstairs. His feeling of foreboding grew as he ran in the direction of the dungeons. He *knew* it was bad for him to be out this late alone, but he *had* to find Draco.
Harry was filled with an urgency like no other, and he pelted down the corridor. He was going so fast that he almost missed seeing them.
There, in an unused storeroom, a gang of black robed students surrounded something... or someone.
"Won't you tell us what was so funny this afternoon?" rasped a figure who sounded suspiciously like Pansy Parkinson. Then Harry heard Draco's voice, stubborn, yet a slight quavering betrayed his intense fear.
"No!" Pansy (or so Harry guessed) reached out and then Harry heard a sharp *slap* and a small cry of pain from Draco. Harry finally angled around and was able to see him, and almost cried out himself. Draco was standing, clad only in his boxers, his body bruised and beaten, but his mouth was set in a determined line. Two hulking figures //Crabbe and Goyle?!// held him in place and kept him from escaping, though he struggled.
"Pretty funny, if you ask me." sneered a tall figure Harry didn't recognize. "First he saves Potter and now they're laughing together. Almost as if they're *friends*."
"Potter's not my friend," Draco snarled desperately. "I have my reason! Stay away from him, you hear?"
"Maybe," purred Pansy, "he needs to be punished." and her hands grasped the waistband of Draco's shorts while the others looked on eagerly. Draco dropped his head, hopeless.
"No..." he pleaded, as Pansy began to slide the shorts down.
TBC...
Why must I be so evil?! I already wrote an alternate part 6 (meaning i actually already have part 6!) This fic has turned into a monster! it's just too damn easy to write!!! lol anyway look for the alternate part 6 and part 5 on my site tomorrow. :) Thanks to my reviewers!!! :
coriandor (thanks!), AlynniaMcKinnon (here's the next part!), loverwren (draco will never tell!... but harry will find out anyway :) I think.), MiniMe (Ah, my faithful reviewer... :) Well no, H+D are not *sleeping* they're just sleeping... for right now...*evil grin*), ruka-chan (thanks, I'm glad!), Myr (aww thanks!), Morien Alexander (I think its sweet, too, it's kinda my own little dream ), and Jivanna.
