Sky Blue and Black
SKY BLUE AND BLACK
Disclaimer : These characters don't belong to me, they belong to her majesty J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot. Please enjoy . . .

"Harry, Harry."

Harry wakes to two strong hands on his shoulders. He looks up into the red mass above him. Fear shakes his heart, then subsides, as the dorm comes back into murky focus around him.

"Harry! Are you all right?" Ron asks breathlessly, unable to conceal the fear in his voice.

"What, what happened?" Harry asks.

Ron shivers. "You . . . you were thrashing about and screaming. Was it a bad dream?"

A flicker of realization comes, then fades away again. Harry shakes his head. "I remember having a dream, and I remember it was bad. But, I . . . I can't place what it was," Harry replies.

Ron climbs off the bed. He surveys Harry with an uneasy look. "Are you sure you don't remember?"

Harry sits up, thinking hard. "Yes," he finally answers.

Ron nods and climbs back into his bed. "Good night."

"Good night, Ron," Harry replies.

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Hermione looks at Harry over her caldron. She makes a note of how tired he looks. The dark bags under his eyes make him look ten years older than his seventeen. She sighs and makes eye contact with Ron. He nods.

When Snape finally releases them, Ron gives Harry a quick glance.

"Hey, Harry, I've gotta run. Can you clean up?" Ron asks quickly. Harry's only reply is a nod.

"So, Potter, you're friends have deserted you. The famous Harry Potter is without his crutches," comes the drawling voice from the other side of the room, after everyone else has left.

Harry keeps his eyes on his caldron. "I don't see Crabbe and Goyle at your side," he retorts.

Draco glares at him, but quickly regains his air of superiority. "I have nothing to worry about. Now, you, on the other hand, have plenty to worry about. I see the looks Granger and Weasley throw each other. It's disgusting, really. Soon, they won't be able to keep off each other long enough to realize you're there."

Harry has nothing to answer. His anger boils in his veins, anger at how easily Malfoy realized one of his greatest fears. As Malfoy passes Harry on his way to the shelves with his ingredients, Harry puts his leg out. Not able to see where he's going, Malfoy trips and his ingredients go everywhere.

The two boys fall together to the floor, resorting to physical fighting rather than magical.

"Potter! Malfoy!" Snape's shrill voice cuts into the scuffle. Harry and Malfoy stop, looking up at the Potion master. Blood is dripping down Harry's nose, and Malfoy's eye is already turning black where a huge bruise is bound to appear within the next day.

"Potter, Malfoy. 25 points from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Detentions for both of you. Potter, you may go. Malfoy, please accompany me to my office," Snape tells them harshly.

Snape leads Malfoy to his office. He closes the big wooden door and turns around to glare at Malfoy, who is looking uninterestedly at the things on Snape's desk. Snape grabs the trinket out of Malfoy's hand.

"Malfoy, what do you think your doing?" Snape hisses at him.

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about," Malfoy drowns back.

"With Potter, I mean. Aren't you supposed to be leaving him alone?" Snape asks quickly.

Draco shrugs. "I'm a death eater now, I can do whatever I want."

"You are not a death eater," Snape spits back.

"In training. What's the difference, anyway?" Draco asks, looking bored. "If you don't mind, I'll be leaving now."

Snape motions to the door. "This will not be the end, Malfoy," Snape hisses in Malfoy's ear as he leaves the room.

When he's sure that Malfoy's out of earshot, he sits down and takes a deep breath. Malfoy might just be the person he needs to get the secrets that Dumbledore needs!

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"Harry, are you sure you don't want us to walk you down there?" Hermione asks for the fifth time.

Harry gives her a smile. "Yes, but thank you. I'll be fine."

Hermione rings her hands together as she watches her friends and start on his path to the dark dungeons, to serve detention with Snape and Malfoy. She shudders and turns around, heading with Ron to the library.

Harry opens the heavy doors to the Potion's room with a creak. He sees Snape working at his desk, and Malfoy leaning against one of the tables.

"Potter's here," Malfoy says in his drawling voice.

"I can see that, Malfoy," Snape tells him with distaste.

Harry and Malfoy regard each other with hate. They glare at each other with such looks of hatred that Snape decides to intervene.

"Potter, Malfoy, to the student store rooms. I want every cauldron clean and every ingredient in order," Snape tells them quickly. The two boys follow him to the storerooms, making sure to keep a distance between each other.

When Snape closes the door, leaving the two alone, Malfoy and Harry go about their work. Wordlessly, they each take one side of the room, setting to work.

Harry works hard for an hour, hoping to be done soon and be able to leave. He turns around to see how much Malfoy has done. Harry is angered to see Malfoy leaning against the sill, his arms crosses over his chest, staring at Harry. The pots and ingredients behind him are still a mess.

"You know, Potter, you're in for trouble this year," Malfoy tells him.

Harry gives him an icy glare. "What's new."

Malfoy uncrosses his arms and stands up straight. "No, Potter, not like the little adventures you've had before. This is real trouble, trouble you won't be able to get out of."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Harry asks indignantly.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little plan my master has for you," Malfoy says coolly, advancing towards Harry.

Harry gulps. "Your master?"

Malfoy shakes his head to get his silvery-white locks out of his eyes. "My master, Potter."

"What new trap is he setting this time?" Harry asks, hiding the fear that trickles down his spine like cold sweat.

"Oh, something very special, very special," Malfoy says before turning away and starting to do his half of the room.

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Gray eyes stare at green. Harry gulps.

"Scared, are you, Potter?" Malfoy asks, chuckling gleefully.

"No," Harry says, but his voice sounds meek and feeble.

"Well you will be," Malfoy says. He pulls up his sleeve to reveal the skull. He sticks the sign in Harry's face, and Harry can't pull his eyes away. He screams in terror.

Suddenly, Harry finds himself running, a snake-dragon right behind him, with the dark mark blazoned into its tongue.

"Potter, I will get you. I will get you, Potter . . ."

Harry sits straight up in bed. He gulps for air, his lungs gulping the icy oxygen. Harry shakes, his body is coated in cold sweat. He pulls his knees to his chin, along with his blankets.

Harry shakes in fear, not being able to shake off the picture of the dark mark on Malfoy's arm.

Well, this chapter was a little bit longer. I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be up soon, school's almost over. Please r/r.

Thank you to BillQ dees5, Novella Reading, andrew rotean, annikatwist, ChildOfDestiny, ashkickerchic, Persephone, Amy aquarius_gurl, Malena, and Gaz for reviewing chapter 1

Thank you, Mara