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~Chapter 2-The Graveyard~
"Hello all my old friends!" Lockhart said, bouncing in the room. Now completely healed, the gaudy man was back to himself. His robes twinkled more than his smile, and his hair glowed more that the fire in the torches. A few of the teachers forced smiles, while others looked ecstatic to see him back.
His teeth have gotten unusually whiter.. Snape thought, hoping to Merlin that the glittering man hadn't noticed him.
"Serverus!" Lockhart beamed, his smile rivaling that of the sun. He rushed over to occupy the empty chair next to him. "I must tell you about my vacation in the Bahamas! I've taken scads of photos documenting every step of my trip." He flashed the disgruntled looking potions teacher another blinding smile before pulling out a book thicker than a dictionary.
Snape groaned, wishing he hadn't been so hasty to return to Hogwarts from his vacation. What had he done to deserve this? Maybe if he promised to be nicer to his students, something bad would happen to Lockhart. Tough luck, that wouldn't happen. "Do.. all of these include you?"
"Well of course! Who would they be of?"
Snape pushed away from the table. "If you will all pardon me for the moment, I feel ill."
"Oh you poor thing!" Lockhart wailed. "Let me escort you back to your chambers!" He said, grabbing Snape's arm.
"No thank you. I'll be fine." Snape said agitatedly, trying to free his arm from Lockhart's surprisingly strong grip. "I said I'm fine! Let go of me!"
"Being the gentlemen that I am, I insist on escorting a fallen comrade to his chambers safely." He said, keeping an iron lock on the other's arm.
Snape tried reaching for his wand. The man was ready blow off his own arm if it was needed to escape.
Dumbledore stood up from his place at the table, and spoke calmly towards the two staff members. "Gilderoy, Serverus will be quite fine. He probably wants some time to himself."
"Oh my, very well..." Lockhart said, releasing his grip on Snape's arm.
Snape muttered a 'thank you' to Dumbledore, practically rushing out.
The other staff groaned as Lockhart turned his sights on them, holding his book of photographs. "Well, I can show you all my wonderful photographs instead!"
Else where~
"Lumos." Lucius whispered to his wand, illuminating the pathway through the graveyard. Escaping the manor was exceptionally difficult tonight. Narcissa had felt they needed to patch things up; maybe even start over. He hated being late for this, so he offered her a glass of scotch. That was the end of patching things up.
Silently, the dark clothed form of Lucius knelt down in front of James's stone, as if he were taking part in some ancient ritual. He laid a rose upon the top of the gray slab, tracing his fingers over the lettering of the stone.
"James Potter.." He whispered to no one, letting the name roll off his tongue. Insanity was slowly beginning to eat away at the already unstable mind. A maddening glare shone in his cold eyes as he babbled, "Last night I dreamt of, James! It felt so real I could touch you! ..And you'd be there. Right next to me!" Lucius hugged himself tightly as he continued. "Then you'd sing to me, and hold me, and rock me! Just like in Hogwarts... Just like in.. In... You're coming right? Right? Very soon? You must be! I've waited so long...When you come, everything will be alright.." He laid down on the ground before the stone, stroking the grass, imagining it was James, until he eventually fell asleep.
Every time something upset Snape, he went out to collect ingredients. He did much of that last time Lockhart taught; his cupboard was well stocked then.
"Damn asphodel. Only place to find it is in a grave- Oh no. Not this again." Snape sighed, making his way through the stones to the sleeping Lucius. "Every damn night..." he bent over to shake him. "Come on, get up. You're going to get sick. It's supposed to rain tonight."
"James..." Lucius sighed, throwing his arms around Snape's neck.
He's disillusioned again... Snape thought bitterly. He resented severely being called James. "No, I'm not James. He's dead-" a hot blush crept across his face as he felt Lucius kissing his neck. Suddenly, being called James wasn't sounding so bad. No, he didn't want this. Not with Lucius acting in his current state. Argh, but he'd dreamt of this type of contact with the man he'd been in love with for so long. "No... No... Stop that. No really, I mean it!" Snape pulled Lucius off of him. "I am Serverus Snape. Not James Potter."
Lucius looked up at him, blinking. "Serverus?"
"Yes, Serverus. Do you remember?" Snape asked, growing a bit frightened of how long this fit of madness is lasting.
The other clenched his eyelids tightly, concentrating. Slowly when he opened those gray eyes of his, he looked up at Snape confused. "Serverus, what are you doing out here at this time of night?"
Snape sighed in relief. Thank Merlin it's over and he's back. "I was collecting items for the year."
"Oh.. I'd better get going." Lucius said softly, starting back towards James's gravestone.
Snape caught him around the waist. "No. You're coming home with me. I'm not letting you stay out here all night, and do something crazy." And in the contrary to Lucius's protests, he dragged the blonde man from the cemetary and back to his chambers.
The next morning~
The Hogwarts Express chugged along the tracks, making its way through the British countryside. Draco Malfoy stared out the window, taking a mild break from writing in his journal. Today's subject was the object of Draco's affections.
Dear Journal, Today's entry is not about how much I hate Potter, but about the love of my life. The way his hair glimmers and shines when he walks... His voice.. His wonderful, wonderful voice... A summer's vacation is too long of a wait... Why must be the only way I can see him is at sc-
"Err, Draco. We found Potter, Weasly and the mud blood." Crabbe said.
Goyle scratched his head. "Down the hall a ways."
"Good." Draco snapped his book shut, tucking it in his robes. He nudged past his goons, following their directions. It was about time to bother Potter.
Harry sighed; scribbling Harry loves Draco on a piece of scrap parchment.
"You're disgusting Harry." Ron said, looking over his friend's shoulder.
Hermione looked up from her book. "What? Why is Harry disgusting?"
Harry looked relieved as the door of their compartment was slammed open, diverting everyone's attention. But as he laid eyes on Draco standing there, a hot blush spread across his face. Harry took silent notice of how nicely Draco had matured over the summer.
Draco blinked. Harry's grown! He wasn't so scrawny any more.. This will make Quidditch matches against Gryffindor more difficult. "Hullo Potter."
"Malfoy!" Harry stammered. He had to regain his composer, or Draco might suspect something. "What are you doing here? Tired of ripping apart prey in your own den?"
"Ha ha. Still keeping the same bad company I see." Draco scoffed, crossing his arms looking to Hermione then Ron.
This makes wanting to punch Malfoy's lights out more difficult... Ron thought. Having his best friend being in love with the prat makes life much harder. Ron bit his lip, slowly turning red; resisting the urge to mortally wound the blonde.
Draco crossed his arms, smirking. "Is your head going to explode Weasly? Or are you trying to attract a mate?"
That was far enough. Ron went to hit Draco, but Harry had beaten him to it.
Draco stumbled back; holding a hand to the eye Harry had punched. Crabbe and Goyle moved in front of their stunned leader, and began to advance on the equally shocked green-eyed boy.
Harry looked positively mortified. Had he just punched Malfoy in face? How could he do that to Draco? Maybe this was some sort of horrible dream.
It didn't matter then that Crabbe and Goyle were holding him back; Harry didn't even notice. "Mal- Draco, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
The before mention turned, and leapt upon Harry. Soon, both boys were rolling around the floor, trying to knock each other senseless. Harry wanted no part of this, but had to protect himself. Draco, seeing only rage after been punched quite hard in the left eye, wanted to return the favor.
"Oh my god! Ron! They're going to kill each other!" Hermione exclaimed. Frantically, she searched her robes for her wand.
"Hang on Hermione! I want to watch this." Ran said, eyes fixated on the brawl. "I bet 3 galleons on Harry!"
"6 on Draco!" Goyle said, pulling out 5 gold coins.
Crabbe slapped Goyle on the back of the head. "That's seven, idiot!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Obviously, Crabbe and Goyle had just grown increasingly stupid over the summer. Being the only sensible one, she knew someone had to stop this. Raising the new edition of Magical Me, she smacked Draco and Harry hard in their heads. Draco's slap was much harder, of course.
"Hermione! I could have won some money there!" Ron complained. "Harry was going to win."
"Be that as it may-" she said, pointing to the unconscious boys, "-they both would have ended up killing each other!"
Later~
Harry slowly opened his eyes, blinking at first at the bright light in the room. He reached for his glasses, putting them on. The hospital wing... What was he doing there? Oh yes, the fight.
He remembered ripping a large section of Draco's robes off, and nearly passing out from seeing a portion of the pale boy's naked skin. Draco.. Why did he have to punch him? That was such a stupid move... Surely now, Draco definitely wouldn't want him for anything except for an enemy.
Harry winced as he trailed his fingers in the deep scratches on his face. Draco has some pretty sharp fingernails... he thought, looking towards the other body in the next bed.
Draco hadn't escaped the battle with little damage. Besides the now black eye, Harry had managed to pop the other's jaw out of the socket. Harry sighed, knowing that pale skin bruises easily. Of all the places to hit him, why'd he go straight for the face?
Slowly he rose from his bed, cautiously making his way to the other bed. Just incase Draco was awake in all. He's so angelic when's he's asleep. Harry mused as he pushed some stray strands of the white blonde hair from Draco's eyes. How any hair managed to escape the hair gel astounded him.
Harry knew he shouldn't, but when would he have another chance like this? Softly, he pressed his lips to Draco's forehead. The smell of overly used hair-care products wafted into his nose, but he ignored it. Harry pulled away, jumping to his bed upon hearing Madame Pomfrey speaking just outside the door.
Draco slowly woke, squinting, he turned to Harry. "Potter?"
"What Malfoy?" Harry asked innocently, as if the last 15 or 20 seconds never had happened.
The boy glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Oh hell! I've missed the sorting hat ceremony!" Draco's eyes narrowed. "This is all your fault, Potter!"
"My fault?! You're the one who insulted my friends!"
Draco paused. ".. I wanted to be your friend too, once! But you were too stupid to recognize who was good for you! Hanging out Weasly..."
Harry rolled his eyes. "And then what would happen? I would have to hang out with your goons. That's some real intelligent conversation there. Tell me, do their conversations always start with something like 'uhrm.. dur... er... ehm..'? You must hang around them for their ability to become a human shield, right?"
Draco held in a laugh. "Well yes, kind of."
Maybe this could actually work! Here they were, having a normal conversation and not killing being at each other's throats. Harry beamed. He'd almost managed to get Draco to laugh.
The door opened, Snape, McGonagall, and Madame Pomfrey walked in.
"Good, you're both awake. As your heads of houses, we've heard of your escapades on the train, and decided it was best to put a stop to it. Both of you will be suspended from Quidditch for the first match, and maybe even more than that if another incident like this one occurs." McGonagall said, frowning at the both of them.
"But Professor McGonagall!" Harry protested. "Who will take my place?"
"You'll have to find a proper replacement after you leave." McGonagall said, while heading for the door.
Draco stared jaw dropped at Snape.
Right now, Snape could care less if Slytherin lost their seeker for a match. There was currently a sleeping Lucius Malfoy in his bed. Who knows when he might wake up? "Tough luck." He muttered, dashing out of the room, nearly knocking McGonagall to the floor.
"Dear me... Wonder why he's in such a hurry..." Madame Pomfrey said, shutting the door over as both professors left. "You boys can leave now; You're all set. Boys?" She asked, passing a hand over their eyes. "Dear me. They've gone into shock!" Pomfrey sighed, as she pushed them back into their beds.
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~Chapter 2-The Graveyard~
"Hello all my old friends!" Lockhart said, bouncing in the room. Now completely healed, the gaudy man was back to himself. His robes twinkled more than his smile, and his hair glowed more that the fire in the torches. A few of the teachers forced smiles, while others looked ecstatic to see him back.
His teeth have gotten unusually whiter.. Snape thought, hoping to Merlin that the glittering man hadn't noticed him.
"Serverus!" Lockhart beamed, his smile rivaling that of the sun. He rushed over to occupy the empty chair next to him. "I must tell you about my vacation in the Bahamas! I've taken scads of photos documenting every step of my trip." He flashed the disgruntled looking potions teacher another blinding smile before pulling out a book thicker than a dictionary.
Snape groaned, wishing he hadn't been so hasty to return to Hogwarts from his vacation. What had he done to deserve this? Maybe if he promised to be nicer to his students, something bad would happen to Lockhart. Tough luck, that wouldn't happen. "Do.. all of these include you?"
"Well of course! Who would they be of?"
Snape pushed away from the table. "If you will all pardon me for the moment, I feel ill."
"Oh you poor thing!" Lockhart wailed. "Let me escort you back to your chambers!" He said, grabbing Snape's arm.
"No thank you. I'll be fine." Snape said agitatedly, trying to free his arm from Lockhart's surprisingly strong grip. "I said I'm fine! Let go of me!"
"Being the gentlemen that I am, I insist on escorting a fallen comrade to his chambers safely." He said, keeping an iron lock on the other's arm.
Snape tried reaching for his wand. The man was ready blow off his own arm if it was needed to escape.
Dumbledore stood up from his place at the table, and spoke calmly towards the two staff members. "Gilderoy, Serverus will be quite fine. He probably wants some time to himself."
"Oh my, very well..." Lockhart said, releasing his grip on Snape's arm.
Snape muttered a 'thank you' to Dumbledore, practically rushing out.
The other staff groaned as Lockhart turned his sights on them, holding his book of photographs. "Well, I can show you all my wonderful photographs instead!"
Else where~
"Lumos." Lucius whispered to his wand, illuminating the pathway through the graveyard. Escaping the manor was exceptionally difficult tonight. Narcissa had felt they needed to patch things up; maybe even start over. He hated being late for this, so he offered her a glass of scotch. That was the end of patching things up.
Silently, the dark clothed form of Lucius knelt down in front of James's stone, as if he were taking part in some ancient ritual. He laid a rose upon the top of the gray slab, tracing his fingers over the lettering of the stone.
"James Potter.." He whispered to no one, letting the name roll off his tongue. Insanity was slowly beginning to eat away at the already unstable mind. A maddening glare shone in his cold eyes as he babbled, "Last night I dreamt of, James! It felt so real I could touch you! ..And you'd be there. Right next to me!" Lucius hugged himself tightly as he continued. "Then you'd sing to me, and hold me, and rock me! Just like in Hogwarts... Just like in.. In... You're coming right? Right? Very soon? You must be! I've waited so long...When you come, everything will be alright.." He laid down on the ground before the stone, stroking the grass, imagining it was James, until he eventually fell asleep.
Every time something upset Snape, he went out to collect ingredients. He did much of that last time Lockhart taught; his cupboard was well stocked then.
"Damn asphodel. Only place to find it is in a grave- Oh no. Not this again." Snape sighed, making his way through the stones to the sleeping Lucius. "Every damn night..." he bent over to shake him. "Come on, get up. You're going to get sick. It's supposed to rain tonight."
"James..." Lucius sighed, throwing his arms around Snape's neck.
He's disillusioned again... Snape thought bitterly. He resented severely being called James. "No, I'm not James. He's dead-" a hot blush crept across his face as he felt Lucius kissing his neck. Suddenly, being called James wasn't sounding so bad. No, he didn't want this. Not with Lucius acting in his current state. Argh, but he'd dreamt of this type of contact with the man he'd been in love with for so long. "No... No... Stop that. No really, I mean it!" Snape pulled Lucius off of him. "I am Serverus Snape. Not James Potter."
Lucius looked up at him, blinking. "Serverus?"
"Yes, Serverus. Do you remember?" Snape asked, growing a bit frightened of how long this fit of madness is lasting.
The other clenched his eyelids tightly, concentrating. Slowly when he opened those gray eyes of his, he looked up at Snape confused. "Serverus, what are you doing out here at this time of night?"
Snape sighed in relief. Thank Merlin it's over and he's back. "I was collecting items for the year."
"Oh.. I'd better get going." Lucius said softly, starting back towards James's gravestone.
Snape caught him around the waist. "No. You're coming home with me. I'm not letting you stay out here all night, and do something crazy." And in the contrary to Lucius's protests, he dragged the blonde man from the cemetary and back to his chambers.
The next morning~
The Hogwarts Express chugged along the tracks, making its way through the British countryside. Draco Malfoy stared out the window, taking a mild break from writing in his journal. Today's subject was the object of Draco's affections.
Dear Journal, Today's entry is not about how much I hate Potter, but about the love of my life. The way his hair glimmers and shines when he walks... His voice.. His wonderful, wonderful voice... A summer's vacation is too long of a wait... Why must be the only way I can see him is at sc-
"Err, Draco. We found Potter, Weasly and the mud blood." Crabbe said.
Goyle scratched his head. "Down the hall a ways."
"Good." Draco snapped his book shut, tucking it in his robes. He nudged past his goons, following their directions. It was about time to bother Potter.
Harry sighed; scribbling Harry loves Draco on a piece of scrap parchment.
"You're disgusting Harry." Ron said, looking over his friend's shoulder.
Hermione looked up from her book. "What? Why is Harry disgusting?"
Harry looked relieved as the door of their compartment was slammed open, diverting everyone's attention. But as he laid eyes on Draco standing there, a hot blush spread across his face. Harry took silent notice of how nicely Draco had matured over the summer.
Draco blinked. Harry's grown! He wasn't so scrawny any more.. This will make Quidditch matches against Gryffindor more difficult. "Hullo Potter."
"Malfoy!" Harry stammered. He had to regain his composer, or Draco might suspect something. "What are you doing here? Tired of ripping apart prey in your own den?"
"Ha ha. Still keeping the same bad company I see." Draco scoffed, crossing his arms looking to Hermione then Ron.
This makes wanting to punch Malfoy's lights out more difficult... Ron thought. Having his best friend being in love with the prat makes life much harder. Ron bit his lip, slowly turning red; resisting the urge to mortally wound the blonde.
Draco crossed his arms, smirking. "Is your head going to explode Weasly? Or are you trying to attract a mate?"
That was far enough. Ron went to hit Draco, but Harry had beaten him to it.
Draco stumbled back; holding a hand to the eye Harry had punched. Crabbe and Goyle moved in front of their stunned leader, and began to advance on the equally shocked green-eyed boy.
Harry looked positively mortified. Had he just punched Malfoy in face? How could he do that to Draco? Maybe this was some sort of horrible dream.
It didn't matter then that Crabbe and Goyle were holding him back; Harry didn't even notice. "Mal- Draco, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
The before mention turned, and leapt upon Harry. Soon, both boys were rolling around the floor, trying to knock each other senseless. Harry wanted no part of this, but had to protect himself. Draco, seeing only rage after been punched quite hard in the left eye, wanted to return the favor.
"Oh my god! Ron! They're going to kill each other!" Hermione exclaimed. Frantically, she searched her robes for her wand.
"Hang on Hermione! I want to watch this." Ran said, eyes fixated on the brawl. "I bet 3 galleons on Harry!"
"6 on Draco!" Goyle said, pulling out 5 gold coins.
Crabbe slapped Goyle on the back of the head. "That's seven, idiot!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Obviously, Crabbe and Goyle had just grown increasingly stupid over the summer. Being the only sensible one, she knew someone had to stop this. Raising the new edition of Magical Me, she smacked Draco and Harry hard in their heads. Draco's slap was much harder, of course.
"Hermione! I could have won some money there!" Ron complained. "Harry was going to win."
"Be that as it may-" she said, pointing to the unconscious boys, "-they both would have ended up killing each other!"
Later~
Harry slowly opened his eyes, blinking at first at the bright light in the room. He reached for his glasses, putting them on. The hospital wing... What was he doing there? Oh yes, the fight.
He remembered ripping a large section of Draco's robes off, and nearly passing out from seeing a portion of the pale boy's naked skin. Draco.. Why did he have to punch him? That was such a stupid move... Surely now, Draco definitely wouldn't want him for anything except for an enemy.
Harry winced as he trailed his fingers in the deep scratches on his face. Draco has some pretty sharp fingernails... he thought, looking towards the other body in the next bed.
Draco hadn't escaped the battle with little damage. Besides the now black eye, Harry had managed to pop the other's jaw out of the socket. Harry sighed, knowing that pale skin bruises easily. Of all the places to hit him, why'd he go straight for the face?
Slowly he rose from his bed, cautiously making his way to the other bed. Just incase Draco was awake in all. He's so angelic when's he's asleep. Harry mused as he pushed some stray strands of the white blonde hair from Draco's eyes. How any hair managed to escape the hair gel astounded him.
Harry knew he shouldn't, but when would he have another chance like this? Softly, he pressed his lips to Draco's forehead. The smell of overly used hair-care products wafted into his nose, but he ignored it. Harry pulled away, jumping to his bed upon hearing Madame Pomfrey speaking just outside the door.
Draco slowly woke, squinting, he turned to Harry. "Potter?"
"What Malfoy?" Harry asked innocently, as if the last 15 or 20 seconds never had happened.
The boy glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Oh hell! I've missed the sorting hat ceremony!" Draco's eyes narrowed. "This is all your fault, Potter!"
"My fault?! You're the one who insulted my friends!"
Draco paused. ".. I wanted to be your friend too, once! But you were too stupid to recognize who was good for you! Hanging out Weasly..."
Harry rolled his eyes. "And then what would happen? I would have to hang out with your goons. That's some real intelligent conversation there. Tell me, do their conversations always start with something like 'uhrm.. dur... er... ehm..'? You must hang around them for their ability to become a human shield, right?"
Draco held in a laugh. "Well yes, kind of."
Maybe this could actually work! Here they were, having a normal conversation and not killing being at each other's throats. Harry beamed. He'd almost managed to get Draco to laugh.
The door opened, Snape, McGonagall, and Madame Pomfrey walked in.
"Good, you're both awake. As your heads of houses, we've heard of your escapades on the train, and decided it was best to put a stop to it. Both of you will be suspended from Quidditch for the first match, and maybe even more than that if another incident like this one occurs." McGonagall said, frowning at the both of them.
"But Professor McGonagall!" Harry protested. "Who will take my place?"
"You'll have to find a proper replacement after you leave." McGonagall said, while heading for the door.
Draco stared jaw dropped at Snape.
Right now, Snape could care less if Slytherin lost their seeker for a match. There was currently a sleeping Lucius Malfoy in his bed. Who knows when he might wake up? "Tough luck." He muttered, dashing out of the room, nearly knocking McGonagall to the floor.
"Dear me... Wonder why he's in such a hurry..." Madame Pomfrey said, shutting the door over as both professors left. "You boys can leave now; You're all set. Boys?" She asked, passing a hand over their eyes. "Dear me. They've gone into shock!" Pomfrey sighed, as she pushed them back into their beds.