Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing Harry Potter except what I've bought at bookstores and Toy shops and I don't think that counts. I make no money whatsoever from this or anything else but if you know how I can please feel free to tell me in the review or e-mail me;).
Warnings and Watches: Nothing much, a little weird and gruesome maybe because I was listening to Ozzy . Maybe a slash Watch because there may be some in later chapters, but I'll change the rating if necessary.
A/N: Like I said I was listening to Ozzy Osbourne when I wrote this so it's kinda strange and gruesome. I almost didn't post it but here it is. I'll try to post again tonight. I upped the rating for the gruesomeness (is that a word?) Feel free to review.
Rating: PG-13
The Other Shoe
Chapter 2: Dream a little dream
Draco looked down at the figure sprawled on hands and knees on the marble landing and had a sudden sense of deja vu. Longbottom, of course. It had to be; who else could manage to trip UP a flight of stairs. He spit some insults at the boy, but when the figure on the floor looked up, it wasn't Neville. It was Harry Potter.
"Potter?" Fierce green eyes locked onto his pale gray ones and held them entranced with the pain and hatred reflected in them.
"Why? Why do you this to me? Why do you always hurt me? You don't deserve to look at me let alone speak to me."
" I... I do what I have to. I didn't know. I...I...I don't hate you. I don't want to hurt you...", Draco felt himself stumbling back into a wall as Harry advanced on him, the largest book in hand and began swinging it at him. There was nothing Draco could do as he realized he was in fact entirely nude and with no defenses.
" I know. I know all your dirty little secrets Malfoy, all your dirty little sins." Draco looked up to try to explain but the boy hitting him repeatedly in the shoulders, arms and back while he curled up on himself in the corner ducking his head was none other than Neville Longbottom. Then everything went black once more.
Down in the dungeons, in the sixth year boy's dormitory, on a green and silver blanketed bed a lithe, graceful, and very rich blonde rolled over onto his side, tucking his knees up against his chest and plopped a well manicured thumb into his mouth.
* * * * * *
Snape was sitting at the desk in his living quarters grading his students' papers and something was bothering him but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Maybe it was the fact that no matter how hard he searched the papers he was grading he could find no errors, not one mistake; every paper had a shining green A marked at the top. Or, maybe, he realized, it was that at the top of every single paper that he had graded was scribbled the name Neville Longbottom. But no, although these things were all very annoying he had finally realized what was bothering him so. It was that noise. That nerve grating tapping. He had to find what was making that horrible noise and stop it. He barged through the door that led to his office but could find nothing there that could be causing the tapping that was gradually growing louder. And suddenly he knew where it had to be coming from. Snape barged through the door in the far corner of the room that led into the closet he kept his non-school-related potions ingredients, entered a door that was revealed when he shifted a bottle labeled human tongues and the shelf swung forward. He descended a steep and spiraling flight of steps into a room that was unfortunately not barren but still was filled with instruments unused for many years. It was a remarkably rectangular room and several meters to his left sitting several feet off of one the short walls appeared to be an altar of some sort, behind which lay a long thick red carpet. He ran over and began rolling the end of the carpet up revealing discoloration of the stone indicative of the carpet not having been moved in hundreds of years. Although he wasn't sure what he was looking for he knew it for what it was when he saw it: a trap door. It took all of his strength to pull it open and to say that the air that wafted out stank would be an understatement. He gulped for air and descended the stone ladder into the pitch blackness. When he could step down no farther and his head was beginning to throb in beat to the tapping he turned and nearly ran into a smooth curving wall. He felt along its side and nearly fell when his foot fell through the floor and landed on the first step. He latched onto the wall and followed the stairs down for what seemed an eternity to him. It was so gradual when it came that he didn't know it was there until he was standing in the green glowing light. He stepped out of the stairwell and immediately fell a meter onto his face. But when he stood he found the source of the tapping. A boot, standard school issue, was slowly, methodically, yet quite unintentionally tapping the stone wall as the body swung back and forth on the rope tied to the rusted metal rung in the ceiling. It was then that Snape noticed that this was not the only corpse but about a half dozen littered the room in various positions of torture. He approached the swinging body and held the boot from tapping the wall and as he did so the corpse swung around and a large heavy rock imbedded itself in the pit of Snapes stomach.
"Longbottom? Neville? Oh... why, Longbottom, why?"
"Because," Snape nearly pissed his pants as Neville's head snapped up a curious and gullible look on his face. " you said yesterday that I might as well go off and kill myself for all the good I do the Wizarding world. I thought you wanted this. I'm sorry, I just wanted for once to make you happy. I... I can't take it back. I can't take it back!" Snape turned to run but felt feet wrap around the front of his neck and before he could duck out of them his neck was wrapped in two legs and he was being pulled back and up until his feet were no longer touching the ground and his neck was constricted between two locked thighs and a pissy crotch. He was steadily loosing the ability to breathe when he heard it. The tapping was back. It was a moment before his oxygen deprived brain realized that it was his own booted foot swinging against the wall. Then the world went black.
Snape shot straight up in bed, his bed clothes tangled about him and his body soaked in a cold sweat. His heart was racing and his blood was thick with fear. He realized that he must have had a dream but for the life of him could not remember what he'd dreamt.
* * * * * *
He was standing at his desk in Snape's dungeon classroom stirring a potion once clockwise, twice counterclockwise, once clockwise, twice counterclockwise, adding a strip of torn paper every 45 seconds. He looked down and saw that it was torn from "How to Overcome Your Worst Fears". /Ah/ , he thought to himself, /Oh well!/ and added the last strip of paper. He waited another 30 seconds then carefully dropped in the last ingredient: what looked like a human tongue. His potion was a beautiful shade of red and he knew instinctively that it was perfect. He removed the fire from under to let it cool. That's when he felt the hand on his back rubbing in slow, comforting circles. He leaned back into taking the comfort he so desperately wanted.
"Your not Harry," the voice behind him sputtered and Neville realized that it was the voice of Draco Malfoy. Neville turned around, a confused and slightly repulsed look on his face to see a mirroring look on Malfoy's.
"No, but I am." Neville jumped back and spun around facing his potion which is where the voice had came from, only to see an arm reaching out of the thin red liquid. He leapt backward with a low, moaning whimper. Then the hand shot out and wrapped its fingers around Malfoy's throat. Malfoy began pulling at the arm and clawing at it, not in fright but in rage and pain, Neville realized. For some reason he lurched forward to separate them but the hands on his shoulders held him back.
"It's all right, Neville," Madam Pince, he recognized her voice and the ring she always wore on her right thumb. " They do this all the time. Just let them go." She leaned down, her face just inches from his, but when he looked at her face it changed into that of Professor Snape. And strangely Neville felt no fear. He turned his face toward Neville his eyes crossing a bit as he looked into Neville's eyes that were so close to his.
"Don't worry, Neville. I'll take it back." And the world went black.
Neville awoke to the sun shining through a rather large whole he had put in the top of his bed curtains the time he had tripped, throwing an uncapped vial of a rather acidic potion onto them. He'd persuaded Professor McGonagall to let him keep the bed curtains because he loved to wake with the sun on his face. Of course he told her he'd thought it was a fair punishment. He sat up, remembering the events of the night.
"Hmm, what an odd dream."
Warnings and Watches: Nothing much, a little weird and gruesome maybe because I was listening to Ozzy . Maybe a slash Watch because there may be some in later chapters, but I'll change the rating if necessary.
A/N: Like I said I was listening to Ozzy Osbourne when I wrote this so it's kinda strange and gruesome. I almost didn't post it but here it is. I'll try to post again tonight. I upped the rating for the gruesomeness (is that a word?) Feel free to review.
Rating: PG-13
The Other Shoe
Chapter 2: Dream a little dream
Draco looked down at the figure sprawled on hands and knees on the marble landing and had a sudden sense of deja vu. Longbottom, of course. It had to be; who else could manage to trip UP a flight of stairs. He spit some insults at the boy, but when the figure on the floor looked up, it wasn't Neville. It was Harry Potter.
"Potter?" Fierce green eyes locked onto his pale gray ones and held them entranced with the pain and hatred reflected in them.
"Why? Why do you this to me? Why do you always hurt me? You don't deserve to look at me let alone speak to me."
" I... I do what I have to. I didn't know. I...I...I don't hate you. I don't want to hurt you...", Draco felt himself stumbling back into a wall as Harry advanced on him, the largest book in hand and began swinging it at him. There was nothing Draco could do as he realized he was in fact entirely nude and with no defenses.
" I know. I know all your dirty little secrets Malfoy, all your dirty little sins." Draco looked up to try to explain but the boy hitting him repeatedly in the shoulders, arms and back while he curled up on himself in the corner ducking his head was none other than Neville Longbottom. Then everything went black once more.
Down in the dungeons, in the sixth year boy's dormitory, on a green and silver blanketed bed a lithe, graceful, and very rich blonde rolled over onto his side, tucking his knees up against his chest and plopped a well manicured thumb into his mouth.
* * * * * *
Snape was sitting at the desk in his living quarters grading his students' papers and something was bothering him but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Maybe it was the fact that no matter how hard he searched the papers he was grading he could find no errors, not one mistake; every paper had a shining green A marked at the top. Or, maybe, he realized, it was that at the top of every single paper that he had graded was scribbled the name Neville Longbottom. But no, although these things were all very annoying he had finally realized what was bothering him so. It was that noise. That nerve grating tapping. He had to find what was making that horrible noise and stop it. He barged through the door that led to his office but could find nothing there that could be causing the tapping that was gradually growing louder. And suddenly he knew where it had to be coming from. Snape barged through the door in the far corner of the room that led into the closet he kept his non-school-related potions ingredients, entered a door that was revealed when he shifted a bottle labeled human tongues and the shelf swung forward. He descended a steep and spiraling flight of steps into a room that was unfortunately not barren but still was filled with instruments unused for many years. It was a remarkably rectangular room and several meters to his left sitting several feet off of one the short walls appeared to be an altar of some sort, behind which lay a long thick red carpet. He ran over and began rolling the end of the carpet up revealing discoloration of the stone indicative of the carpet not having been moved in hundreds of years. Although he wasn't sure what he was looking for he knew it for what it was when he saw it: a trap door. It took all of his strength to pull it open and to say that the air that wafted out stank would be an understatement. He gulped for air and descended the stone ladder into the pitch blackness. When he could step down no farther and his head was beginning to throb in beat to the tapping he turned and nearly ran into a smooth curving wall. He felt along its side and nearly fell when his foot fell through the floor and landed on the first step. He latched onto the wall and followed the stairs down for what seemed an eternity to him. It was so gradual when it came that he didn't know it was there until he was standing in the green glowing light. He stepped out of the stairwell and immediately fell a meter onto his face. But when he stood he found the source of the tapping. A boot, standard school issue, was slowly, methodically, yet quite unintentionally tapping the stone wall as the body swung back and forth on the rope tied to the rusted metal rung in the ceiling. It was then that Snape noticed that this was not the only corpse but about a half dozen littered the room in various positions of torture. He approached the swinging body and held the boot from tapping the wall and as he did so the corpse swung around and a large heavy rock imbedded itself in the pit of Snapes stomach.
"Longbottom? Neville? Oh... why, Longbottom, why?"
"Because," Snape nearly pissed his pants as Neville's head snapped up a curious and gullible look on his face. " you said yesterday that I might as well go off and kill myself for all the good I do the Wizarding world. I thought you wanted this. I'm sorry, I just wanted for once to make you happy. I... I can't take it back. I can't take it back!" Snape turned to run but felt feet wrap around the front of his neck and before he could duck out of them his neck was wrapped in two legs and he was being pulled back and up until his feet were no longer touching the ground and his neck was constricted between two locked thighs and a pissy crotch. He was steadily loosing the ability to breathe when he heard it. The tapping was back. It was a moment before his oxygen deprived brain realized that it was his own booted foot swinging against the wall. Then the world went black.
Snape shot straight up in bed, his bed clothes tangled about him and his body soaked in a cold sweat. His heart was racing and his blood was thick with fear. He realized that he must have had a dream but for the life of him could not remember what he'd dreamt.
* * * * * *
He was standing at his desk in Snape's dungeon classroom stirring a potion once clockwise, twice counterclockwise, once clockwise, twice counterclockwise, adding a strip of torn paper every 45 seconds. He looked down and saw that it was torn from "How to Overcome Your Worst Fears". /Ah/ , he thought to himself, /Oh well!/ and added the last strip of paper. He waited another 30 seconds then carefully dropped in the last ingredient: what looked like a human tongue. His potion was a beautiful shade of red and he knew instinctively that it was perfect. He removed the fire from under to let it cool. That's when he felt the hand on his back rubbing in slow, comforting circles. He leaned back into taking the comfort he so desperately wanted.
"Your not Harry," the voice behind him sputtered and Neville realized that it was the voice of Draco Malfoy. Neville turned around, a confused and slightly repulsed look on his face to see a mirroring look on Malfoy's.
"No, but I am." Neville jumped back and spun around facing his potion which is where the voice had came from, only to see an arm reaching out of the thin red liquid. He leapt backward with a low, moaning whimper. Then the hand shot out and wrapped its fingers around Malfoy's throat. Malfoy began pulling at the arm and clawing at it, not in fright but in rage and pain, Neville realized. For some reason he lurched forward to separate them but the hands on his shoulders held him back.
"It's all right, Neville," Madam Pince, he recognized her voice and the ring she always wore on her right thumb. " They do this all the time. Just let them go." She leaned down, her face just inches from his, but when he looked at her face it changed into that of Professor Snape. And strangely Neville felt no fear. He turned his face toward Neville his eyes crossing a bit as he looked into Neville's eyes that were so close to his.
"Don't worry, Neville. I'll take it back." And the world went black.
Neville awoke to the sun shining through a rather large whole he had put in the top of his bed curtains the time he had tripped, throwing an uncapped vial of a rather acidic potion onto them. He'd persuaded Professor McGonagall to let him keep the bed curtains because he loved to wake with the sun on his face. Of course he told her he'd thought it was a fair punishment. He sat up, remembering the events of the night.
"Hmm, what an odd dream."