Title: Concerning Draco and his Tendency to Smirk a Lot
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: None in particular
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Wow, people are actually liking the story!! Will wonders never cease?? ^_^ Hope you all like this chap, too!
A/N II: I suck. All this time, I had "Zabini" spelt "Zambini" in this chap. I fixed it, though. ^_^
~*~
The next morning in potions, neither Harry nor Draco seemed to know what to do about each other. Both of the boys decided to themselves to not say anything to the other, at least for the time being. Harry was rereading the letter for the twentieth time; he didn't need to read it, he'd memorised it. It was still sweet to read the letter, though, he figured.
"Mister Potter," said a cold voice above him. "I'd ask you to please not read personal correspondences in my class." Professor Snape's hand extended from his robe and snatched the letter from Harry's hand. He quickly scanned the paper. Snape's eyes flicked ever so subtly from Harry to Draco and back, before he stuffed the letter into his robe pocket. "I will see you after class, Potter." With that, he swooped back to the front of the classroom and began to pretend to check papers, though his eyes weren't moving as they would were he reading. Every few seconds, he would shoot one of the boys or the other a look, then continue to 'check' papers.
And so it continued till the end of the period. When the magical bell rang, students streamed out the door, glad to be out of the opressing dungeons. All except Harry. He sat looking very small in the large dungeons, with no one else there. Snape advanced on him.
"I hear you've got quite the thing for Mister Malfoy," said Snape.
"I wouldn't call it a thing, exactly," Harry replied, trying not to quail under the piercing eye of the Professor.
"What would you call it then, might I ask?" Snape crossed his arms.
"Who says you have to call it anything?" a new voice retorted from out of the gloom of the dungeons. Draco appeared out of the darkness. Snape glanced from one to the other.
"I take it this has to do with the soulmate crap Trelawney was pulling yesterday?" he finally asked.
"This," said Draco, "has got nothing to do with the 'soulmate crap Trelawney was pulling yesterday'. This has got to do with -"
"This has got to do with nothing that concerns you," interjected Harry, standing up. "We're late for class, so if you'll excuse us..." With that, Harry turned and left the dungeons, leaving a very surprised Snape behind. Draco ran to catch up.
"Thanks," said Draco, "because I would have felt stupid standing there without a comeback. It's a good thing you interrupted." Harry said nothing, just looked troubled. "Ah, come on! I'm doing my best to try to prove myself to you - humility, by the way isn't very easy for a Malfoy to show - and you just sit there looking like your dog got run over!" Harry sighed and flopped against the stone wall.
"It's just....kind of a lot for me, okay?" said Harry quietly. "You have to give me some time."
"Time," said Draco softly back, "is something of which I have all in the world of, for you." With that, he turned and disappeared down the corridor. Harry sighed again and headed toward the Gryffindor Common Room. Though he was supposed to have Herbology right then, Harry really didn't feel like going to class. Instead, he reached the Tower and entered, heading up to the Boys' Dorm and flopping on his bed.
Half an hour later, Ron exploded into the room. "Harry?" he asked. Harry yanked aside the curtains to his bed, where he had been sketching.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Why haven't you come to Herbology? Professor Sprout thinks you're lying dead in the hallway or something, and Hermione thinks Professor Snape still had you." Ron looked at Harry very seriously.
"Why does Professor Sprout think I'm dead in the hallway?" asked Harry curiously. Ron shrugged.
"She didn't say. Want me to tell her you're feeling a bit ill and that you wanted to rest?"
"Yes, please," said Harry, nodding. "But don't let her think I need to go to the Hospital Wing, because I don't!" Ron grinned, gave Harry the thumbs- up sign, and exited the dorm. Harry went back to his sketching.
That afternoon, at afternoon break, Harry went up to the Owlrey to see Hedwig.
"Send this for me, okay?" he asked the owl. Hedwig looked at the recipient's name and looked at Harry as though he must be crazy. "Please, Hedwig? I need you to take this to someone, okay? Please?" Hedwig just looked at him with the same look. "Fine, I'll use Audax." He walked over to the section of the Owlrey that contained the Slytherin students' owls. Hedwig gave Harry an offended look and flew up into the rafters. "Well, you wouldn't go, so what else can I do?"
Audax glared at Harry suspiciously as he walked over. "Audax, will you send something to someone for me?" The owl hopped away as Harry neared him. "Hey, you remember me, Draco sent you with a letter to me last night!" Audax stared at him for a moment. Harry sighed. "Look, my owl won't send it, so you're my last option, okay?" Audax almost seemed to sigh as he hopped back over closer to Harry. Harry grinned and bound the parchment to the impatient owl's leg and watched as it zoomed out of the window. From across the owlrey, Hedwig gave Harry a very offended hoot. Harry shrugged at her and left the Owlrey.
***
A knocking sound startled Draco out of his thoughts moments later. The sound was coming from the dorm room's only window, so he stood up and opened it. Audax flew in in a flurry of golden feathers, landed on the desk, and stuck his leg out impatiently.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Draco as he walked over and unbound the scroll from the owl's leg. Audax hooted and flew out the window. Draco unrolled the parchment curiously, sitting down on his bed. Nobody ever used his own owl to send things to him; nobody was able to send anything with the temperamental owl.
Another scroll fell out of the first scroll as Draco finished unrolling it. He raised an eyebrow and picked the second scroll up. A smaller roll fell out of the second one, and a fourth out of the third. Three more times this happened, until finally Draco thought, *If there is one more single scroll in there, I'm trashing all the parchments and forgetting about the whole thing.*
He unrolled the last one and no more scrolls fell out. Instead, there was a tiny, tiny sketch of a boy, sitting nestled in the front legs of a dragon, asleep. The drawing was no more than an inch on each side, and was charmed in wizard fashion so that the boy's chest rose slowly up and down as he slept, and the dragon glared at Draco as though daring him to wake the boy up. Draco smiled and peered closer at the picture. While the boy's face was no larger than the fingernail on his little pinky, he could still make out the shape of round black glasses and a lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead.
Draco set down the drawing and picked up the seven sheets of parchment. Each one had a different word written on it.
"Monday," read the first one. "Tuesday," said the second. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all had a sheet of parchment, too. Other than the days, the parchments were totally blank, except for one. Draco picked up the "Saturday" parchment and looked at it curiously. Something was a bit different about it, though it wasn't readily apparent as to what, exactly, was different.
After a moment, a smoky green ink began to scribble itself across the parchment. Draco gathered that the writing was Harry's, a messy, untidy scrawl that fitted him perfectly. After a moment, the writing was complete. It read, "What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies." Draco smiled and set the parchment on the bed next to him. He looked at the others for a moment, then set them with the first. Draco wondered where to put them so that they wouldn't be found.
Just then, Blaise Zabini burst into the dorm. Draco started and grabbed all of the parchments together, holding them so that the headers couldn't be seen.
"Yo, Draco," Blaise said. "Time for class. You coming?" Draco nodded.
"Just let me get this stuff put away," he replied. Blaise watched closely as Draco straightened the sheets up. "You can go on ahead," Draco said pointedly. "I'll be down in a minute." The other boy nodded and left the dorm. Draco looked around for a minute, then lifted up his mattress and stuck the papers under it. Smoothing the bedsheets and comforter back into place, he surveyed the bed critically. After a moment, Draco nodded with satisfaction, picked up his wand and bag, and left the dorm.
(A/N: I've seen Blaise written as a male and a female. I looked it up on Parentsoup.com and according to their lil name finder thingy, Blaise is a guy's name. Just for clarification.)
***
Ten minutes later, Draco was gathered outside with a few other Slytherins outside of Hagrid's hut, waiting for the said teacher to arrive. Several Gryffindors were also present, though Draco did not see Harry anywhere. Another few minutes passed, and Hagrid arrived. He set them to work feeding Jobberknolls at very small tables set in rows. The tables were so small that only one person could work at each table.
"Hey, look," said Blaise suddenly, turning around. "It's the Potter boy. Got any ideas for what we should do to him today?" Draco made an indistinct noise and turned around. Sure enough, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were running toward the Care of Magical Creatures class frantically. They approached Hagrid, gave a small slip of parchment to them, and sat at the three unoccupied desks.
Harry set to work mashing up crickets for his Jobberknoll to eat. He thought he felt something mess with his hair, though Harry supposed it could have been the wind. Harry offered the crickets to the small bird in front of him, and he noticed it again: a slight ruffle in his hair. Harry turned around and saw Draco sitting behind him, busy with his own Jobberknoll. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned back around. Not five seconds later, he felt it again, and this time he turned around rather quickly, catching Draco before he withdrew his arm.
"Malfoy," hissed Harry quietly. "You're distracting me from my work!" Draco smirked.
"That was the intent, Potter," replied Draco, returning to his Jobberknoll. After a moment, he looked up and saw Harry still peering at him. "Yes, can I help you?" asked the Slytherin, still smirking. Harry blinked, then shook himself mentally and turned around. Draco continued smirking.
~*~
TBC
Odd ending! ^^; But I kinda got carried away and was just typing and typing and typing....anyway! ^__^; Thanks to leia3000 and amberle akira elessia for helping me with this chap and the whole fic in general. If you liked the help they gave me (which, I know you do, riiiight?!), then thank them by reading their stories! =D Okay, next chap coming when I get inspiration for it...which hopefully will be today or tomorrow.
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: None in particular
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Wow, people are actually liking the story!! Will wonders never cease?? ^_^ Hope you all like this chap, too!
A/N II: I suck. All this time, I had "Zabini" spelt "Zambini" in this chap. I fixed it, though. ^_^
~*~
The next morning in potions, neither Harry nor Draco seemed to know what to do about each other. Both of the boys decided to themselves to not say anything to the other, at least for the time being. Harry was rereading the letter for the twentieth time; he didn't need to read it, he'd memorised it. It was still sweet to read the letter, though, he figured.
"Mister Potter," said a cold voice above him. "I'd ask you to please not read personal correspondences in my class." Professor Snape's hand extended from his robe and snatched the letter from Harry's hand. He quickly scanned the paper. Snape's eyes flicked ever so subtly from Harry to Draco and back, before he stuffed the letter into his robe pocket. "I will see you after class, Potter." With that, he swooped back to the front of the classroom and began to pretend to check papers, though his eyes weren't moving as they would were he reading. Every few seconds, he would shoot one of the boys or the other a look, then continue to 'check' papers.
And so it continued till the end of the period. When the magical bell rang, students streamed out the door, glad to be out of the opressing dungeons. All except Harry. He sat looking very small in the large dungeons, with no one else there. Snape advanced on him.
"I hear you've got quite the thing for Mister Malfoy," said Snape.
"I wouldn't call it a thing, exactly," Harry replied, trying not to quail under the piercing eye of the Professor.
"What would you call it then, might I ask?" Snape crossed his arms.
"Who says you have to call it anything?" a new voice retorted from out of the gloom of the dungeons. Draco appeared out of the darkness. Snape glanced from one to the other.
"I take it this has to do with the soulmate crap Trelawney was pulling yesterday?" he finally asked.
"This," said Draco, "has got nothing to do with the 'soulmate crap Trelawney was pulling yesterday'. This has got to do with -"
"This has got to do with nothing that concerns you," interjected Harry, standing up. "We're late for class, so if you'll excuse us..." With that, Harry turned and left the dungeons, leaving a very surprised Snape behind. Draco ran to catch up.
"Thanks," said Draco, "because I would have felt stupid standing there without a comeback. It's a good thing you interrupted." Harry said nothing, just looked troubled. "Ah, come on! I'm doing my best to try to prove myself to you - humility, by the way isn't very easy for a Malfoy to show - and you just sit there looking like your dog got run over!" Harry sighed and flopped against the stone wall.
"It's just....kind of a lot for me, okay?" said Harry quietly. "You have to give me some time."
"Time," said Draco softly back, "is something of which I have all in the world of, for you." With that, he turned and disappeared down the corridor. Harry sighed again and headed toward the Gryffindor Common Room. Though he was supposed to have Herbology right then, Harry really didn't feel like going to class. Instead, he reached the Tower and entered, heading up to the Boys' Dorm and flopping on his bed.
Half an hour later, Ron exploded into the room. "Harry?" he asked. Harry yanked aside the curtains to his bed, where he had been sketching.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Why haven't you come to Herbology? Professor Sprout thinks you're lying dead in the hallway or something, and Hermione thinks Professor Snape still had you." Ron looked at Harry very seriously.
"Why does Professor Sprout think I'm dead in the hallway?" asked Harry curiously. Ron shrugged.
"She didn't say. Want me to tell her you're feeling a bit ill and that you wanted to rest?"
"Yes, please," said Harry, nodding. "But don't let her think I need to go to the Hospital Wing, because I don't!" Ron grinned, gave Harry the thumbs- up sign, and exited the dorm. Harry went back to his sketching.
That afternoon, at afternoon break, Harry went up to the Owlrey to see Hedwig.
"Send this for me, okay?" he asked the owl. Hedwig looked at the recipient's name and looked at Harry as though he must be crazy. "Please, Hedwig? I need you to take this to someone, okay? Please?" Hedwig just looked at him with the same look. "Fine, I'll use Audax." He walked over to the section of the Owlrey that contained the Slytherin students' owls. Hedwig gave Harry an offended look and flew up into the rafters. "Well, you wouldn't go, so what else can I do?"
Audax glared at Harry suspiciously as he walked over. "Audax, will you send something to someone for me?" The owl hopped away as Harry neared him. "Hey, you remember me, Draco sent you with a letter to me last night!" Audax stared at him for a moment. Harry sighed. "Look, my owl won't send it, so you're my last option, okay?" Audax almost seemed to sigh as he hopped back over closer to Harry. Harry grinned and bound the parchment to the impatient owl's leg and watched as it zoomed out of the window. From across the owlrey, Hedwig gave Harry a very offended hoot. Harry shrugged at her and left the Owlrey.
***
A knocking sound startled Draco out of his thoughts moments later. The sound was coming from the dorm room's only window, so he stood up and opened it. Audax flew in in a flurry of golden feathers, landed on the desk, and stuck his leg out impatiently.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Draco as he walked over and unbound the scroll from the owl's leg. Audax hooted and flew out the window. Draco unrolled the parchment curiously, sitting down on his bed. Nobody ever used his own owl to send things to him; nobody was able to send anything with the temperamental owl.
Another scroll fell out of the first scroll as Draco finished unrolling it. He raised an eyebrow and picked the second scroll up. A smaller roll fell out of the second one, and a fourth out of the third. Three more times this happened, until finally Draco thought, *If there is one more single scroll in there, I'm trashing all the parchments and forgetting about the whole thing.*
He unrolled the last one and no more scrolls fell out. Instead, there was a tiny, tiny sketch of a boy, sitting nestled in the front legs of a dragon, asleep. The drawing was no more than an inch on each side, and was charmed in wizard fashion so that the boy's chest rose slowly up and down as he slept, and the dragon glared at Draco as though daring him to wake the boy up. Draco smiled and peered closer at the picture. While the boy's face was no larger than the fingernail on his little pinky, he could still make out the shape of round black glasses and a lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead.
Draco set down the drawing and picked up the seven sheets of parchment. Each one had a different word written on it.
"Monday," read the first one. "Tuesday," said the second. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all had a sheet of parchment, too. Other than the days, the parchments were totally blank, except for one. Draco picked up the "Saturday" parchment and looked at it curiously. Something was a bit different about it, though it wasn't readily apparent as to what, exactly, was different.
After a moment, a smoky green ink began to scribble itself across the parchment. Draco gathered that the writing was Harry's, a messy, untidy scrawl that fitted him perfectly. After a moment, the writing was complete. It read, "What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies." Draco smiled and set the parchment on the bed next to him. He looked at the others for a moment, then set them with the first. Draco wondered where to put them so that they wouldn't be found.
Just then, Blaise Zabini burst into the dorm. Draco started and grabbed all of the parchments together, holding them so that the headers couldn't be seen.
"Yo, Draco," Blaise said. "Time for class. You coming?" Draco nodded.
"Just let me get this stuff put away," he replied. Blaise watched closely as Draco straightened the sheets up. "You can go on ahead," Draco said pointedly. "I'll be down in a minute." The other boy nodded and left the dorm. Draco looked around for a minute, then lifted up his mattress and stuck the papers under it. Smoothing the bedsheets and comforter back into place, he surveyed the bed critically. After a moment, Draco nodded with satisfaction, picked up his wand and bag, and left the dorm.
(A/N: I've seen Blaise written as a male and a female. I looked it up on Parentsoup.com and according to their lil name finder thingy, Blaise is a guy's name. Just for clarification.)
***
Ten minutes later, Draco was gathered outside with a few other Slytherins outside of Hagrid's hut, waiting for the said teacher to arrive. Several Gryffindors were also present, though Draco did not see Harry anywhere. Another few minutes passed, and Hagrid arrived. He set them to work feeding Jobberknolls at very small tables set in rows. The tables were so small that only one person could work at each table.
"Hey, look," said Blaise suddenly, turning around. "It's the Potter boy. Got any ideas for what we should do to him today?" Draco made an indistinct noise and turned around. Sure enough, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were running toward the Care of Magical Creatures class frantically. They approached Hagrid, gave a small slip of parchment to them, and sat at the three unoccupied desks.
Harry set to work mashing up crickets for his Jobberknoll to eat. He thought he felt something mess with his hair, though Harry supposed it could have been the wind. Harry offered the crickets to the small bird in front of him, and he noticed it again: a slight ruffle in his hair. Harry turned around and saw Draco sitting behind him, busy with his own Jobberknoll. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned back around. Not five seconds later, he felt it again, and this time he turned around rather quickly, catching Draco before he withdrew his arm.
"Malfoy," hissed Harry quietly. "You're distracting me from my work!" Draco smirked.
"That was the intent, Potter," replied Draco, returning to his Jobberknoll. After a moment, he looked up and saw Harry still peering at him. "Yes, can I help you?" asked the Slytherin, still smirking. Harry blinked, then shook himself mentally and turned around. Draco continued smirking.
~*~
TBC
Odd ending! ^^; But I kinda got carried away and was just typing and typing and typing....anyway! ^__^; Thanks to leia3000 and amberle akira elessia for helping me with this chap and the whole fic in general. If you liked the help they gave me (which, I know you do, riiiight?!), then thank them by reading their stories! =D Okay, next chap coming when I get inspiration for it...which hopefully will be today or tomorrow.
