~*Notes frome Sage*~
Draco and Harry are in their 5th year, and I have a friend whoes offered to do illustrations and mangas for the Id^^ But... Getting them scanned will be a problem... But I love to see people's interuptations of things so if anyone wants to draw anything or whatever, send me email! maxmillionthethird@hotmail.com This chapter is a little shorter.
~Chapter 12-The Day Begins~
Lockhart sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. "I'm so handsome.. But why doesn't Severus want me? He's playing awfully hard to get!"
The blonde man wanted to cry. No one had resisted him this much before... Which only made him want Snape more. Lockhart still had that ace up his sleeve.
That basket he had boughten was still on his dresser, waiting to be given.
Lockhart also had 1000 dates he could cash in on too.. Though things looked grim, there was still hope!
Later~
Snape, Ron, Harry and Draco looked absolutely dead on their feet by time potions rolled around.
"Now.. When making a proper..... sleeping potion... Not just one that can be used for... Insomnia..." Snape began to write something on the board, but fell asleep halfway through the word 'shredded'.
Hermione looked disappointed. "Well, it looks like no one is awake today. And I was looking foreword to learning about sleeping potions today!"
Draco was still able to show off the athame though. No matter how tired he was, he always had enough energy to brag. "Potter, did you see my athame?" He asked, drawling as he spoke.
Harry smiled to himself, but pretended to look uninterested. "Yeah Malfoy. You showed it to us a thousand times already."
Draco narrowed his eyes, then turned his back on them. He knew that the knife had to be from Snape. Who else would have the exquisite taste? Last night bothered him so much he didn't sleep the whole night. He wondered why Snape was dreaming of his father, when he had just given Draco an athame with 'my dragon' engraved on it?
Hermione looked to both Harry and Ron who were face down on the table, softly snoring a way. "Wake up!!" She shouted.
But it was in vain. The two kept sleeping away, as did Snape. Draco's head began to bob back and forth, as he began to feel the effects of fatigue even more.
The doors to the dungeons slammed open, and Lockhart flitted into the room.
"Professor Lockhart!" Hermione squealed, blushing.
"AHHH!!" Snape screamed, waking up upon hearing those two words. He lay a hand upon his heaving chest, looking like he had suffered a very horrible nightmare. For those who weren't awakened by Lockhart's entrance, Snape's scream did it for them.
"Thank Merlin, it was just a-" he turned around to face the class, only to find the perpetually smiling Gilderoy Lockhart looking up at him with love in his eyes. "Oh." He said, a bit disgruntled.
"Hello, Professor Snape! Can I have a word please?"
"Will it count out of the thousand if I say yes?" Snape asked in a hushed whisper.
"No, silly!" The blonde man said, pulling the other out into the hallway.
"Now, I wonder what that was all about?" Hermione said, chewing the end of her quill in thought.
"Lockhart's in love with Snape.." Harry said yawning. "A few nights ago, this floor was one giant mud pit.. And..." He paused to let out another great yawn. "Well, let's just say Lockhart ate a bunch of mud after having pulled a certain type of move on him... Snape sure did get the floor back to normal pretty fast..."
Hermione looked at Harry shocked. "What? ...What? Oh, Harry. That's absolutely ridicules. Lockhart being gay. I mean sure, he does always... And wears those... And acts like... Merlin! That's not fair." She said, slouching down in her chair.
Outside in the hallway, Snape was currently cursing his rash promise of 1000 dates. He was even more disheartened that Lockhart wasn't counting the bout in the mud. "What is it, Lockhart? I have a class to teach!"
"You're going on a date with me tonight!" The blonde man smiled practically ecstatic. "I've got tickets to go see Carmen at the London Opera House!"
Snape's brow rose. "Opera tickets? ...How did you know I liked opera..?" He asked suspiciously.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out." Lockhart said, winking at the bewildered Snape roguishly. "I'll be by at 8! Tah tah for now, Serverous!" And with that, he was off down the hallway.
At least he didn't kiss me... Snape thought, entering the classroom again. He made his way up to the board, and began to teach the methods of making a powerful sleeping potion.
Malfoy Manor~
Lucius looked at the 9 roses he'd managed to collect over a few days. 3 more left to go... Just three more...
He kicked his feet up on the desk, feeling quite proud of himself. It was a difficult task collecting them... One he had to wrestle away from Narcissa, who thought it, was a gift from her lover. It was worth the several stinging slashes on his arms.
Another he had found in his underwear drawer. Lucius wondered how his mysterious cloaked figure had gotten in to the manor, let alone to his private chambers, and again, into his drawer of unmentionables.
One he had found on the desk of Cornelius Fudge upon visiting the ministry. Collecting that particular rose was difficult. He had to create a diversion by transfiguring the ministry of magic's chair into a tiger when he wasn't looking. In the midst of the confusion, Lucius snagged the rose, tucking it into the sleeve of his robe.
Who ever he was, he sure does like making my life challenging. Lucius thought, looking over at the vase. But now, he must get ready. Tonight was that horrible meeting with the Death Eaters. Ever since Voldemort killed James, he wanted to leave that particular organization.
Unlike Severus, he was in too far deep. If he quit, Voldemort would kill his son... Lucius gripped the sides of his chair. Hopefully, Draco would escape becoming like him. The last thing he wanted was for his son to repeat his past mistakes.
It looks like Draco won't be falling in love with the Potter boy. Lucius smiled. At least he was on the right track.
Hogwarts~
Harry and his friends were eating dinner in the Great Hall that night. His green eyes searched the crowd at the slytherin table, looking for Draco desperately.
He heard a rumor that the Death Eaters were supposed to be meeting to night. He hoped that his platinum blonde crush wasn't amongst them.
Harry sighed with deep relief when he saw Draco walk in late with Crabbe and Goyle.
"The goon squad is here." Dean said, taking a bite out of a chicken leg. "Ow! Hey! Who kicked me?!"
Ron held in a laugh.
"The prince of Slytherin is looking exceptionally vile today, isn't he Harry?" Seamus asked taking a drink from a goblet of milk. "Ouch! That hurt! Who's the wise guy?!"
"What are you talking about Seamus?" Harry asked innocently.
"Someone kicked me!"
Dean fidgeted in his seat, turning 'round to look at Draco. "Well, if he weren't such a prat, I'd lay with him."
"Prat or no prat, I'd do it anyway!" Seamus said, elbowing Dean in the side.
Both of them received extremely hard kicks in the shins.
"Damn it! Who keeps doing that?!" Dean demanded, rubbing his sore shin.
Harry grinned to himself, while eating his sandwich.
Draco and Harry are in their 5th year, and I have a friend whoes offered to do illustrations and mangas for the Id^^ But... Getting them scanned will be a problem... But I love to see people's interuptations of things so if anyone wants to draw anything or whatever, send me email! maxmillionthethird@hotmail.com This chapter is a little shorter.
~Chapter 12-The Day Begins~
Lockhart sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. "I'm so handsome.. But why doesn't Severus want me? He's playing awfully hard to get!"
The blonde man wanted to cry. No one had resisted him this much before... Which only made him want Snape more. Lockhart still had that ace up his sleeve.
That basket he had boughten was still on his dresser, waiting to be given.
Lockhart also had 1000 dates he could cash in on too.. Though things looked grim, there was still hope!
Later~
Snape, Ron, Harry and Draco looked absolutely dead on their feet by time potions rolled around.
"Now.. When making a proper..... sleeping potion... Not just one that can be used for... Insomnia..." Snape began to write something on the board, but fell asleep halfway through the word 'shredded'.
Hermione looked disappointed. "Well, it looks like no one is awake today. And I was looking foreword to learning about sleeping potions today!"
Draco was still able to show off the athame though. No matter how tired he was, he always had enough energy to brag. "Potter, did you see my athame?" He asked, drawling as he spoke.
Harry smiled to himself, but pretended to look uninterested. "Yeah Malfoy. You showed it to us a thousand times already."
Draco narrowed his eyes, then turned his back on them. He knew that the knife had to be from Snape. Who else would have the exquisite taste? Last night bothered him so much he didn't sleep the whole night. He wondered why Snape was dreaming of his father, when he had just given Draco an athame with 'my dragon' engraved on it?
Hermione looked to both Harry and Ron who were face down on the table, softly snoring a way. "Wake up!!" She shouted.
But it was in vain. The two kept sleeping away, as did Snape. Draco's head began to bob back and forth, as he began to feel the effects of fatigue even more.
The doors to the dungeons slammed open, and Lockhart flitted into the room.
"Professor Lockhart!" Hermione squealed, blushing.
"AHHH!!" Snape screamed, waking up upon hearing those two words. He lay a hand upon his heaving chest, looking like he had suffered a very horrible nightmare. For those who weren't awakened by Lockhart's entrance, Snape's scream did it for them.
"Thank Merlin, it was just a-" he turned around to face the class, only to find the perpetually smiling Gilderoy Lockhart looking up at him with love in his eyes. "Oh." He said, a bit disgruntled.
"Hello, Professor Snape! Can I have a word please?"
"Will it count out of the thousand if I say yes?" Snape asked in a hushed whisper.
"No, silly!" The blonde man said, pulling the other out into the hallway.
"Now, I wonder what that was all about?" Hermione said, chewing the end of her quill in thought.
"Lockhart's in love with Snape.." Harry said yawning. "A few nights ago, this floor was one giant mud pit.. And..." He paused to let out another great yawn. "Well, let's just say Lockhart ate a bunch of mud after having pulled a certain type of move on him... Snape sure did get the floor back to normal pretty fast..."
Hermione looked at Harry shocked. "What? ...What? Oh, Harry. That's absolutely ridicules. Lockhart being gay. I mean sure, he does always... And wears those... And acts like... Merlin! That's not fair." She said, slouching down in her chair.
Outside in the hallway, Snape was currently cursing his rash promise of 1000 dates. He was even more disheartened that Lockhart wasn't counting the bout in the mud. "What is it, Lockhart? I have a class to teach!"
"You're going on a date with me tonight!" The blonde man smiled practically ecstatic. "I've got tickets to go see Carmen at the London Opera House!"
Snape's brow rose. "Opera tickets? ...How did you know I liked opera..?" He asked suspiciously.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out." Lockhart said, winking at the bewildered Snape roguishly. "I'll be by at 8! Tah tah for now, Serverous!" And with that, he was off down the hallway.
At least he didn't kiss me... Snape thought, entering the classroom again. He made his way up to the board, and began to teach the methods of making a powerful sleeping potion.
Malfoy Manor~
Lucius looked at the 9 roses he'd managed to collect over a few days. 3 more left to go... Just three more...
He kicked his feet up on the desk, feeling quite proud of himself. It was a difficult task collecting them... One he had to wrestle away from Narcissa, who thought it, was a gift from her lover. It was worth the several stinging slashes on his arms.
Another he had found in his underwear drawer. Lucius wondered how his mysterious cloaked figure had gotten in to the manor, let alone to his private chambers, and again, into his drawer of unmentionables.
One he had found on the desk of Cornelius Fudge upon visiting the ministry. Collecting that particular rose was difficult. He had to create a diversion by transfiguring the ministry of magic's chair into a tiger when he wasn't looking. In the midst of the confusion, Lucius snagged the rose, tucking it into the sleeve of his robe.
Who ever he was, he sure does like making my life challenging. Lucius thought, looking over at the vase. But now, he must get ready. Tonight was that horrible meeting with the Death Eaters. Ever since Voldemort killed James, he wanted to leave that particular organization.
Unlike Severus, he was in too far deep. If he quit, Voldemort would kill his son... Lucius gripped the sides of his chair. Hopefully, Draco would escape becoming like him. The last thing he wanted was for his son to repeat his past mistakes.
It looks like Draco won't be falling in love with the Potter boy. Lucius smiled. At least he was on the right track.
Hogwarts~
Harry and his friends were eating dinner in the Great Hall that night. His green eyes searched the crowd at the slytherin table, looking for Draco desperately.
He heard a rumor that the Death Eaters were supposed to be meeting to night. He hoped that his platinum blonde crush wasn't amongst them.
Harry sighed with deep relief when he saw Draco walk in late with Crabbe and Goyle.
"The goon squad is here." Dean said, taking a bite out of a chicken leg. "Ow! Hey! Who kicked me?!"
Ron held in a laugh.
"The prince of Slytherin is looking exceptionally vile today, isn't he Harry?" Seamus asked taking a drink from a goblet of milk. "Ouch! That hurt! Who's the wise guy?!"
"What are you talking about Seamus?" Harry asked innocently.
"Someone kicked me!"
Dean fidgeted in his seat, turning 'round to look at Draco. "Well, if he weren't such a prat, I'd lay with him."
"Prat or no prat, I'd do it anyway!" Seamus said, elbowing Dean in the side.
Both of them received extremely hard kicks in the shins.
"Damn it! Who keeps doing that?!" Dean demanded, rubbing his sore shin.
Harry grinned to himself, while eating his sandwich.