OOC: I truely am sorry for not posting as often as I would like, but
between work and massive renovations to this fic, I have no time... But
thank you for your reviews! I promise when things stop being as hectic as
they are, I'll try to post a new chapter everyday^^ This might be the last
chapter for awhile, I'll be going away for a spell.
Um, yes... I understand it is a bit ...weird.... But I'm eccentric and weird myself :)
Ah yes, when do Harry and Draco get together? Soon. I do forget what chapter it happens in, but it will happen.
Please forgive any minor typos please. I rushed through editting this chapter. Anyone want to be my beta reader? If so, email me at maxmillionthethird@hotmail.com
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~Chapter 5-Dreams~
That night, after dropping Draco off, Harry's subconscious was plagued with strange dreams. He moaned and tossed around in bed...
He was sitting on top a large fiery horse, wearing plated red armor. On the side of the beast, the name Fire bolt was branded. Harry looked at his shield, which had a large red and gold griffin imprinted on it. Hmm... Amusing, in a weird sort of way.
"Hello Sir Harry!"
"Fred?" Harry asked, looking at his similarly dressed comrade.
"No! I'm Sir George! There's Sir Fred!" George said, pointing to his brother who was just riding up.
"Ello, Sir Harry! Great day to slay a dragon, is it not?" Fred gripped his sword, twirling it around merrily.
"Yeah, yeah I guess it is..." Harry watched as more members of his past Quidditch team rode up. "Guys!"
They smiled to Harry, their horses stomping at the ground.
"Allo Harry. Looks like the horses want some action. I heard there's a damsel in distress over near the mountains of Slytherin." Wood said, pointing towards the looming mountains of green and silver.
"Damsel?" Harry asked. This dream was getting stranger by the moment.
"Oh no, we're not going back there again. That two-headed dragon nearly bit off Sir George's right arm!" Fred said, protesting.
The others nodded in agreement. There was no way that they were stepping near Slytherin grounds again.
"Well, if some one's in trouble, I'm going to help them!" Harry said bravely. "I'll be back with the damsel in no time at all!"
The others looked on as Harry rode off... Their scout was a brave one. Foolish and stubborn, but very brave...
Upon reaching the mountains, Harry slowed his horse down. Standing right in front of him was a large silver tower with a green roof. Up at the very top, was a narrow window with a figure gazing out of it.
Harry squinted up, and called out, "Hello up there!! Are you the damsel that needs to be rescued from the horrible two-headed dragon?!"
"Yes! Please save me sir night of the kingdom of Gryffindor!!"
Looking closer, the damsel happened to be... Draco Malfoy. Harry blinked at his luck. Though he'd dreamt of Draco before, he never had one where he was a damsel.
"But be sure not to awaken that two-headed dragon! I've lost so many knights that way..."
Harry dismounted, looking up at Draco. The other boy looked down at him, a pouting look on his face. "Don't worry, I'll save you!"
Smoke began to rise steadily from the other side the tower.
"Oh no! He's awake! Run, brave sir knight!"
Harry reached for his wand, but found himself drawing a large sword with a phoenix drawn on the blade. He sighed, not having used a sword in awhile. "I'm not leaving unless you leave with me!" He called up to Draco.
The two-headed dragon emerged; Harry's astonishment, one of the heads slightly resembled Snape, the other Lucius. They roared at him, breathing fire at him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed, waking up in bed panting heavily. He whipped the sweat off his brow, and looked around. I'm back in bed... Not in the middle ages... Not fighting a two headed dragon... With no fair damsel Draco. He cursed inwardly on the way to the showers.
The next morning~
Lucius awoke, grumbling to himself. Last night he was dreaming the most wonderful dream... He was a dragon and was protecting his son from the likes of Harry Potter.
It was a pretty much a boring, average day at the ministry. Up until 11 A.M. rolled around.
Lucius was busy working in his office, going over some forms and what not when there came a small knock. "Who's there?" He asked, not looking up from his papers.
The door opened, and a sickingly cute cherub flying in. "Mister Lucius Malfoy?" It asked sweetly, batting it's large eyes.
The blonde man looked up at the winged creature. Some how, this day was going to be an eventful one. "Um, no. He's down the hall, three doors on the left."
"But the nameplate on your desk reads 'Lucius Malfoy'! You must be him! Ahem..." the cherub said, clearing its throat and pulling out a long scroll.
"To My Beloved Blonde-
Your delicate lips, Your dark gray eyes, Your pointed pale face, That quaff of golden hair, You are the one that I adore, There is a place in my heart which feelings of you are stored, I love thee more than a summer's day, More than a day with clouds of stormy gray. Please meet me at the gates of Hogwarts at 8."
Lucius gagged, and rolled his eyes. "That was one of the worst poems I've ever heard."
"There's more!" The cherub chirped.
"Oh Merlin no! No more poems!" Lucius begged. "I've heard enough from that goon Lockhart!"
"But there's more sir!!" The cherub insisted, pulling out a long box tied with a silver ribbon. "Have a nice day sir, and don't forget to shop Enchanter's Gifts for the up coming holiday season!" He laid the package down before fluttering out the door.
Lucius eyed the package with distrust. Huh... if it was from Lockhart, there might be something pastel-ish that might jump out at him inside. A gift is a gift... he thought sighing as he undid the ribbon.
Inside the package lay a delicate rose covered completely in a silver coating. Lucius's eyes widened, never having received such a beautiful gift before. Carefully detaching the card, he began to read.
"To my beautiful blonde, a rose of perfection for you. Our love is like silver, graceful, delicate and most importantly, forever. Not boisterous and gaudy like the colour gold. I look foreword to seeing you at 8."
The pale man blushed. Lockhart may be horrible at writing poetry, but he sure does have a way with words... Originally not planning to go to Hogwarts, he changed his mind. After all, he should thank Lockhart for the gift.
Hogwarts~
Harry, for once, was early for potions. He avoided Lockhart, and even ditched his friends to get there before Draco did.
Snape didn't notice, he was far too busy trying to figure out a way around Hogwarts that would avoid seeing Lockhart all together. There was no way another closet incident would ever happen again.
Draco walked in with his goons, taking their normal seat. Around his neck, he wore a teal pendant. The gift arrived this morning from his father. A note was attached, apologizing for yelling at him last night. Come to think of it, Draco never really did find out what that conference was for anyway.
Lockhart quickly ran into the room, pushing a few students out of the way. "Serverus!"
Startled, Snape accidentally closed his hand in the drawer. "Ah Merlin!" He cried, pulling out his now injured, throbbing hand. He turned to the smiling man and growled out a "What?"
"Come have drinks with me! Tonight at 8! Great! I'll pick you up back here! Bye Serverus!" Lockhart ran out, giving Snape no time to answer.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand, he slammed it on the table in frustration. "WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO KEEP HIM AWAY...?"
Harry was too busy to notice Snape ranting on about how stupid Lockhart was at the moment. He saw Draco's new pendent, and mistook it for some one else trying to win his affections. Obviously, he needed to fight back. But unfortunately, he had no money... well.. Not to buy the kinds of gifts Draco would like, anyway.
"Potter! I need to speak with you." Snape said, his voice sounding a bit desperate.
Harry went up to his desk, a bit curious what Snape could have to say to him.
Draco gave the boy a jealous stare. What could Snape want with him?!
Snape leaned over to speak in a hushed whisper, "Potter, I noticed you staring a Draco more than usual these past few days.."
Harry blushed and nodded.
"Ah hah, I thought so... You're going to have to win his affections you know. It won't be easy, and I think I can help you.."
"Wait a minute. Why would you want to help me?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Look, you've seen how that idiot Lockhart is. I haven't gotten any sleep, for fear I might find him waiting for me some where..." Snape said, getting a bit paranoid. "I'll pay you well to provide a human wall between him and me. 5 galleons day. How's that sound?"
"Make it seven and you've got a deal."
"Fine, fine! Seven it is." Snape said, shaking Harry's hand. "Be back here at 8."
Harry nodded and took his seat as the rest of the class started piling in.
Ron poked Harry in the arm and asked, "What were you talking to Snape about?"
"Oh... About a little job I'm going to be doing from now on." He said smiling, looking foreword to 8 tonight.
Later on~
8 o' clock came rolling around as Harry made his way to the dungeons. The only question he had was how was he going to provide a wall between Lockhart and Snape? Surely, Snape didn't mean to literally stand in front of him with his arms out stretched to block. That might be useful as a last resort. He knocked on the dungeon door, waiting to be let in.
Snape, not sounding much like himself at all answered it. "Potter..?"
"Yes professor. It's me. Are you all right?"
The dark man opened the door, letting Harry in, before bolting it shut. The bags under his eyes were large. It looked like the man hadn't gotten any sleep in three days! "Work on your potion, Potter. Last time I looked, it needed help."
Harry frowned. Snape was still Snape, even if he was beyond exhaustion. He wondered why their first assignment was such a dangerous one, as he dragged out his cauldron.
His rocks to mud potion was far too muddy. Harry doubted it would even work. He looked to Snape, who was sleeping curled up in a fetal position on his desk. He saw no harm in just testing a bit of it...
Harry took a not even a full handful of his potion, and sprinkled it on the floor. I guess it being runny doesn't matter... he thought watching part of the floor dissolve and turn to mud.
The boy who lived looked to the sleeping potions master. He remembered Snape explaining the reason for making such a potion. 'When ever you find yourself being hounded by a person you dislike, just use this potion and watch how fast they stop.'
Harry wondered if Snape had used the potion on Lockhart before. There was a loud banging on the door, making him jump.
"Serverus! Your door is stuck!" Lockhart protested.
Snape rolled off the desk, having been rudely interrupted from his nap, and landed on the floor. "... I hate it when he calls my name..."
"Let me in, Serverus! Let me in!!!" He cried, begging. "That janitor is out here, and he's scaring me!!"
That ever-present twitch formed in the left side of Snape's pale face. No one deserved being molested by Filch... Even if it is Lockhart... He opened the door, the blonde man falling into his arms.
"Hi..." Lockhart said, staring deep up into Snape's deep eyes.
The potions master dumped the glittering professor on to the ground, and shut the door.
Lockhart had on a robe, which Snape had never seen the likes of before. The fabric was tight up against his skin, and shone even in the dim lighting of the room. The colors were glorious together. The robe was pale yellow- orangish, with streaks of lilac going through it. The man looks like a parrot... He thought, banishing the other thought he had. But looking down at how well the fabric clung to him... Oh Merlin! What was he thinking?!
"Ready to go?" The blonde man asked, getting up.
"Actually, I have to help Potter here with his potion. He needs all the help he can get."
Harry rolled his eyes, growing a bit tiresome of Snape's nastiness.
"Oh, well let me give it a try!"
Snape's eyes grew wide. "NO!" He cried, trying to stop Lockhart.
Harry started backing up, not really wanting to get near Lockhart when he had his wand out. He remembered all to well how it felt to have the bones be removed from his arm.
Lockhart took out his wand; surprisingly he didn't drop it. "Just a bit runny, easily fixed!"
"NOO!!!" The potions master protested, blocking the cauldron. "I'll go on a thousand dates with you! Just don't touch that potion!!"
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll take care of this!" The ditzy man moved Snape aside. He fired a bolt into the potion, hardening it somewhat. "See? I don't know what you were worried about, Serverus!"
Snape and Harry looked at each other, astonished. Lockhart did something right! Nothing happened! No explosions, or loss of bones!
"Well, let's go!" Lockhart said. "This is date number 1!"
999 more to go... Snape thought glumly, being dragged towards the door.
The cauldron began to bubble and shake. Harry gulped. "Um... Professors?"
Snape and Lockhart turned just in time to be blown back by the force of Harry's cauldron exploding. The floor of the dungeon turned to a muddy mess.
"Whoops..." the ditzy man said, a bit scared of what Snape will do to him now that he had ruined the dungeon floor. "Better take a rain check! See you later Serverus!" He got off of the floor, sprinting towards the door.
Snape growled in an inhuman way. "Get back here!!" He shouted, tackling the fleeing parrot to the ground, sending mud every where.
Outside~
Lucius hugged his robes close to him. The fall wind was blowing; scattering falling leafs all over. Hogwarts wasn't a welcoming castle to begin with. He shivered, looking around for Lockhart.
Where was the fool?! He'd wait not five minutes more for him. Giving a thank you wasn't worth standing out here forever.
Lucius walked around, pacing back and forth. He sat up against a large statue, crossing his arms.
A hand reached out, snagging the unsuspecting blonde by the shoulder, squeezing him hard.
Lucius shrieked loudly, jumping foreword several feet. He held a hand to his beating heart, turning around slowly.
The cloaked figure stood there, and Lucius was pretty damn sure he was smiling under there.
"You!" The blonde shouted angrily. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! If you don't mind, I'm waiting for Lockhart..."
The figure crossed his arms, looking at Lucius curiously.
"He got me this silver rose. I have to thank him after all."
The figure pulled out another silver-coated rose, holding it out to the pale man.
"You? Oh my." Lucius said shocked, but took the rose anyway. He read the attached card aloud.
"To my beloved blonde, Another silver rose for you, graceful and delicate. Collect 10 more and you can see my face. I look foreword to that day, my angel."
The blonde didn't look up from the card as he spoke. "10 more? I can't wait till then! Show me your face now!" Lucius glanced up, but the man was gone. Damn it! That was not fair. How would he ever be able to collect 10 roses before he went insane from his constant curiosity.
Lucius frowned. While he was here, he might as well apologize to Draco in person.
Back in side~
Harry sat on a table watching as Snape and Lockhart wrestled in the mud. Though Snape was out for blood, Lockhart looked like he was enjoying the experience a little too much.
No one will believe me that this happened.. He thought, wishing that Colin Creevy were here, taking pictures.
Lockhart sat on top of Snape's stomach, and held his wrists above his head. "I've got your right where I want you, Serverus!" He said, giggling. Lockhart planted a passionate kiss on the violated Snape's lips.
Lucius opened the dungeon door, looking around. Where was his son? Maybe Serverus knew. "Serverous, do you know-Oh!" He gasped, looking at the pair on the muddy floor.
Um, yes... I understand it is a bit ...weird.... But I'm eccentric and weird myself :)
Ah yes, when do Harry and Draco get together? Soon. I do forget what chapter it happens in, but it will happen.
Please forgive any minor typos please. I rushed through editting this chapter. Anyone want to be my beta reader? If so, email me at maxmillionthethird@hotmail.com
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~Chapter 5-Dreams~
That night, after dropping Draco off, Harry's subconscious was plagued with strange dreams. He moaned and tossed around in bed...
He was sitting on top a large fiery horse, wearing plated red armor. On the side of the beast, the name Fire bolt was branded. Harry looked at his shield, which had a large red and gold griffin imprinted on it. Hmm... Amusing, in a weird sort of way.
"Hello Sir Harry!"
"Fred?" Harry asked, looking at his similarly dressed comrade.
"No! I'm Sir George! There's Sir Fred!" George said, pointing to his brother who was just riding up.
"Ello, Sir Harry! Great day to slay a dragon, is it not?" Fred gripped his sword, twirling it around merrily.
"Yeah, yeah I guess it is..." Harry watched as more members of his past Quidditch team rode up. "Guys!"
They smiled to Harry, their horses stomping at the ground.
"Allo Harry. Looks like the horses want some action. I heard there's a damsel in distress over near the mountains of Slytherin." Wood said, pointing towards the looming mountains of green and silver.
"Damsel?" Harry asked. This dream was getting stranger by the moment.
"Oh no, we're not going back there again. That two-headed dragon nearly bit off Sir George's right arm!" Fred said, protesting.
The others nodded in agreement. There was no way that they were stepping near Slytherin grounds again.
"Well, if some one's in trouble, I'm going to help them!" Harry said bravely. "I'll be back with the damsel in no time at all!"
The others looked on as Harry rode off... Their scout was a brave one. Foolish and stubborn, but very brave...
Upon reaching the mountains, Harry slowed his horse down. Standing right in front of him was a large silver tower with a green roof. Up at the very top, was a narrow window with a figure gazing out of it.
Harry squinted up, and called out, "Hello up there!! Are you the damsel that needs to be rescued from the horrible two-headed dragon?!"
"Yes! Please save me sir night of the kingdom of Gryffindor!!"
Looking closer, the damsel happened to be... Draco Malfoy. Harry blinked at his luck. Though he'd dreamt of Draco before, he never had one where he was a damsel.
"But be sure not to awaken that two-headed dragon! I've lost so many knights that way..."
Harry dismounted, looking up at Draco. The other boy looked down at him, a pouting look on his face. "Don't worry, I'll save you!"
Smoke began to rise steadily from the other side the tower.
"Oh no! He's awake! Run, brave sir knight!"
Harry reached for his wand, but found himself drawing a large sword with a phoenix drawn on the blade. He sighed, not having used a sword in awhile. "I'm not leaving unless you leave with me!" He called up to Draco.
The two-headed dragon emerged; Harry's astonishment, one of the heads slightly resembled Snape, the other Lucius. They roared at him, breathing fire at him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed, waking up in bed panting heavily. He whipped the sweat off his brow, and looked around. I'm back in bed... Not in the middle ages... Not fighting a two headed dragon... With no fair damsel Draco. He cursed inwardly on the way to the showers.
The next morning~
Lucius awoke, grumbling to himself. Last night he was dreaming the most wonderful dream... He was a dragon and was protecting his son from the likes of Harry Potter.
It was a pretty much a boring, average day at the ministry. Up until 11 A.M. rolled around.
Lucius was busy working in his office, going over some forms and what not when there came a small knock. "Who's there?" He asked, not looking up from his papers.
The door opened, and a sickingly cute cherub flying in. "Mister Lucius Malfoy?" It asked sweetly, batting it's large eyes.
The blonde man looked up at the winged creature. Some how, this day was going to be an eventful one. "Um, no. He's down the hall, three doors on the left."
"But the nameplate on your desk reads 'Lucius Malfoy'! You must be him! Ahem..." the cherub said, clearing its throat and pulling out a long scroll.
"To My Beloved Blonde-
Your delicate lips, Your dark gray eyes, Your pointed pale face, That quaff of golden hair, You are the one that I adore, There is a place in my heart which feelings of you are stored, I love thee more than a summer's day, More than a day with clouds of stormy gray. Please meet me at the gates of Hogwarts at 8."
Lucius gagged, and rolled his eyes. "That was one of the worst poems I've ever heard."
"There's more!" The cherub chirped.
"Oh Merlin no! No more poems!" Lucius begged. "I've heard enough from that goon Lockhart!"
"But there's more sir!!" The cherub insisted, pulling out a long box tied with a silver ribbon. "Have a nice day sir, and don't forget to shop Enchanter's Gifts for the up coming holiday season!" He laid the package down before fluttering out the door.
Lucius eyed the package with distrust. Huh... if it was from Lockhart, there might be something pastel-ish that might jump out at him inside. A gift is a gift... he thought sighing as he undid the ribbon.
Inside the package lay a delicate rose covered completely in a silver coating. Lucius's eyes widened, never having received such a beautiful gift before. Carefully detaching the card, he began to read.
"To my beautiful blonde, a rose of perfection for you. Our love is like silver, graceful, delicate and most importantly, forever. Not boisterous and gaudy like the colour gold. I look foreword to seeing you at 8."
The pale man blushed. Lockhart may be horrible at writing poetry, but he sure does have a way with words... Originally not planning to go to Hogwarts, he changed his mind. After all, he should thank Lockhart for the gift.
Hogwarts~
Harry, for once, was early for potions. He avoided Lockhart, and even ditched his friends to get there before Draco did.
Snape didn't notice, he was far too busy trying to figure out a way around Hogwarts that would avoid seeing Lockhart all together. There was no way another closet incident would ever happen again.
Draco walked in with his goons, taking their normal seat. Around his neck, he wore a teal pendant. The gift arrived this morning from his father. A note was attached, apologizing for yelling at him last night. Come to think of it, Draco never really did find out what that conference was for anyway.
Lockhart quickly ran into the room, pushing a few students out of the way. "Serverus!"
Startled, Snape accidentally closed his hand in the drawer. "Ah Merlin!" He cried, pulling out his now injured, throbbing hand. He turned to the smiling man and growled out a "What?"
"Come have drinks with me! Tonight at 8! Great! I'll pick you up back here! Bye Serverus!" Lockhart ran out, giving Snape no time to answer.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand, he slammed it on the table in frustration. "WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO KEEP HIM AWAY...?"
Harry was too busy to notice Snape ranting on about how stupid Lockhart was at the moment. He saw Draco's new pendent, and mistook it for some one else trying to win his affections. Obviously, he needed to fight back. But unfortunately, he had no money... well.. Not to buy the kinds of gifts Draco would like, anyway.
"Potter! I need to speak with you." Snape said, his voice sounding a bit desperate.
Harry went up to his desk, a bit curious what Snape could have to say to him.
Draco gave the boy a jealous stare. What could Snape want with him?!
Snape leaned over to speak in a hushed whisper, "Potter, I noticed you staring a Draco more than usual these past few days.."
Harry blushed and nodded.
"Ah hah, I thought so... You're going to have to win his affections you know. It won't be easy, and I think I can help you.."
"Wait a minute. Why would you want to help me?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Look, you've seen how that idiot Lockhart is. I haven't gotten any sleep, for fear I might find him waiting for me some where..." Snape said, getting a bit paranoid. "I'll pay you well to provide a human wall between him and me. 5 galleons day. How's that sound?"
"Make it seven and you've got a deal."
"Fine, fine! Seven it is." Snape said, shaking Harry's hand. "Be back here at 8."
Harry nodded and took his seat as the rest of the class started piling in.
Ron poked Harry in the arm and asked, "What were you talking to Snape about?"
"Oh... About a little job I'm going to be doing from now on." He said smiling, looking foreword to 8 tonight.
Later on~
8 o' clock came rolling around as Harry made his way to the dungeons. The only question he had was how was he going to provide a wall between Lockhart and Snape? Surely, Snape didn't mean to literally stand in front of him with his arms out stretched to block. That might be useful as a last resort. He knocked on the dungeon door, waiting to be let in.
Snape, not sounding much like himself at all answered it. "Potter..?"
"Yes professor. It's me. Are you all right?"
The dark man opened the door, letting Harry in, before bolting it shut. The bags under his eyes were large. It looked like the man hadn't gotten any sleep in three days! "Work on your potion, Potter. Last time I looked, it needed help."
Harry frowned. Snape was still Snape, even if he was beyond exhaustion. He wondered why their first assignment was such a dangerous one, as he dragged out his cauldron.
His rocks to mud potion was far too muddy. Harry doubted it would even work. He looked to Snape, who was sleeping curled up in a fetal position on his desk. He saw no harm in just testing a bit of it...
Harry took a not even a full handful of his potion, and sprinkled it on the floor. I guess it being runny doesn't matter... he thought watching part of the floor dissolve and turn to mud.
The boy who lived looked to the sleeping potions master. He remembered Snape explaining the reason for making such a potion. 'When ever you find yourself being hounded by a person you dislike, just use this potion and watch how fast they stop.'
Harry wondered if Snape had used the potion on Lockhart before. There was a loud banging on the door, making him jump.
"Serverus! Your door is stuck!" Lockhart protested.
Snape rolled off the desk, having been rudely interrupted from his nap, and landed on the floor. "... I hate it when he calls my name..."
"Let me in, Serverus! Let me in!!!" He cried, begging. "That janitor is out here, and he's scaring me!!"
That ever-present twitch formed in the left side of Snape's pale face. No one deserved being molested by Filch... Even if it is Lockhart... He opened the door, the blonde man falling into his arms.
"Hi..." Lockhart said, staring deep up into Snape's deep eyes.
The potions master dumped the glittering professor on to the ground, and shut the door.
Lockhart had on a robe, which Snape had never seen the likes of before. The fabric was tight up against his skin, and shone even in the dim lighting of the room. The colors were glorious together. The robe was pale yellow- orangish, with streaks of lilac going through it. The man looks like a parrot... He thought, banishing the other thought he had. But looking down at how well the fabric clung to him... Oh Merlin! What was he thinking?!
"Ready to go?" The blonde man asked, getting up.
"Actually, I have to help Potter here with his potion. He needs all the help he can get."
Harry rolled his eyes, growing a bit tiresome of Snape's nastiness.
"Oh, well let me give it a try!"
Snape's eyes grew wide. "NO!" He cried, trying to stop Lockhart.
Harry started backing up, not really wanting to get near Lockhart when he had his wand out. He remembered all to well how it felt to have the bones be removed from his arm.
Lockhart took out his wand; surprisingly he didn't drop it. "Just a bit runny, easily fixed!"
"NOO!!!" The potions master protested, blocking the cauldron. "I'll go on a thousand dates with you! Just don't touch that potion!!"
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll take care of this!" The ditzy man moved Snape aside. He fired a bolt into the potion, hardening it somewhat. "See? I don't know what you were worried about, Serverus!"
Snape and Harry looked at each other, astonished. Lockhart did something right! Nothing happened! No explosions, or loss of bones!
"Well, let's go!" Lockhart said. "This is date number 1!"
999 more to go... Snape thought glumly, being dragged towards the door.
The cauldron began to bubble and shake. Harry gulped. "Um... Professors?"
Snape and Lockhart turned just in time to be blown back by the force of Harry's cauldron exploding. The floor of the dungeon turned to a muddy mess.
"Whoops..." the ditzy man said, a bit scared of what Snape will do to him now that he had ruined the dungeon floor. "Better take a rain check! See you later Serverus!" He got off of the floor, sprinting towards the door.
Snape growled in an inhuman way. "Get back here!!" He shouted, tackling the fleeing parrot to the ground, sending mud every where.
Outside~
Lucius hugged his robes close to him. The fall wind was blowing; scattering falling leafs all over. Hogwarts wasn't a welcoming castle to begin with. He shivered, looking around for Lockhart.
Where was the fool?! He'd wait not five minutes more for him. Giving a thank you wasn't worth standing out here forever.
Lucius walked around, pacing back and forth. He sat up against a large statue, crossing his arms.
A hand reached out, snagging the unsuspecting blonde by the shoulder, squeezing him hard.
Lucius shrieked loudly, jumping foreword several feet. He held a hand to his beating heart, turning around slowly.
The cloaked figure stood there, and Lucius was pretty damn sure he was smiling under there.
"You!" The blonde shouted angrily. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! If you don't mind, I'm waiting for Lockhart..."
The figure crossed his arms, looking at Lucius curiously.
"He got me this silver rose. I have to thank him after all."
The figure pulled out another silver-coated rose, holding it out to the pale man.
"You? Oh my." Lucius said shocked, but took the rose anyway. He read the attached card aloud.
"To my beloved blonde, Another silver rose for you, graceful and delicate. Collect 10 more and you can see my face. I look foreword to that day, my angel."
The blonde didn't look up from the card as he spoke. "10 more? I can't wait till then! Show me your face now!" Lucius glanced up, but the man was gone. Damn it! That was not fair. How would he ever be able to collect 10 roses before he went insane from his constant curiosity.
Lucius frowned. While he was here, he might as well apologize to Draco in person.
Back in side~
Harry sat on a table watching as Snape and Lockhart wrestled in the mud. Though Snape was out for blood, Lockhart looked like he was enjoying the experience a little too much.
No one will believe me that this happened.. He thought, wishing that Colin Creevy were here, taking pictures.
Lockhart sat on top of Snape's stomach, and held his wrists above his head. "I've got your right where I want you, Serverus!" He said, giggling. Lockhart planted a passionate kiss on the violated Snape's lips.
Lucius opened the dungeon door, looking around. Where was his son? Maybe Serverus knew. "Serverous, do you know-Oh!" He gasped, looking at the pair on the muddy floor.