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Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Two: Shakra dedudacha
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Neville all sat quietly in their compartment as the Hogsmeade Express carried them to their fifth year at Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet lay atop Hermione's lap. On the front page were the pictures of a man and a woman smiling happily, and then underneath a picture of an almost destroyed living room with two bodies scattered about it. The headline read;
Mr and Mrs Rumble found MURDED!! Last night Friends of Mr and Mrs Rumble found the couple MURDED in their own living room! Representatives of the Ministry of Magic arrived and chased this reporter out the house, but not before this reporter were able to glean the facts of the situation for you the reader. The Ministry of Magic will not allow any to enter the house. As you may remember Mr George Rumble was accused of being a death eater fourteen years ago with the fall of You-Know-Who. A Ministry source said that there was strong evidence that the Avada Kedavra curse was used in the killing of Mr Rumble and his wife. Could this mean that You-Know-Who is on the rise again and punishing his old servants? As you may know, George Rumble was let off for providing evidence that lead to the capture of more of his former colleagues. Ministry of Magic head, Cornelius Fudge, said that this theory was rubbish and that this reporter should stop trying to scare everyone. We then spoke.
Everyone in the compartment kept on giving Harry little worried looks. "What?" He finally said. "It's obvious that it was Voldemort. What do you expect me to say? Don't worry it was probably the reporter who did it to get a good story?" Every one was quiet. "It's just that if You-Know-Who is killing his back stabbers, it won't be long before he comes for you." Seamus said a bit sheepishly. "Harry has beaten You-Know-Who before," Ron jumped in. "He'll beat him again!" There should have been a theme song put to that Harry thought. "What Seamus is trying to say is that we should be extra careful now." Hermione said. Seamus nodded his head vigorously. "You mean extra extra careful, we're always extra careful." Harry said a bit despondently. Hermione glared at him. "Well you can count on us Harry." Neville added. Everyone agreed. "Well it's settled then." Dean said. "We'll personally destroy Voldemort and his wannabe's!" Everyone laughed at that, the tension becoming a bit too much. Ron, thank god, brought up the subject of this years Quidditch House Cup.
After way too many chocolate frogs and one too many bottles of pumpkin juice, Harry announced he was going to the toilet. Ron jumped up after a look from Hermione that was way too obvious. "I'll go with you." He mumbled around a chocolate frog. This could get tiring Harry thought. "Ok come along." They walked down the passage and had the distinct displeasure of walking past Malfoy and his cronies. They kept their comments to themselves for once, but they still gave Ron and him sneers. Draco's had a bit of a smile to it, and the quick wink that came with it made Harry walk right into Ron who had slowed down to give them the finger. What was that (the wink)? Harry thought. "We should go get Seamus and Dean and sort out those wannabe's." Ron said angrily.
Next came a whole lot first year's crammed into one compartment. They were all talking wildly. Harry recognized one of them as the boy in Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Harry gave him a hello wave and a reassuring smile; he did not seem to agree with the others that there was safety in numbers, especially when the space was limited. There was an audible hush from them as they all looked at Harry and Ron, then the voices started up louder all asking how the boy knew the famous Harry Potter. "That could be called cruel Harry." Ron said with a laugh. "He'll be swamped for hours."
* * *
Draco couldn't believe he had just done that! He had tried to keep his sneer plausible, thinking of Weasle the whole time, but even seeing Harry out of the corner of his eye perked his curiosity. He hoped that it was just from seeing a boy he thought cute, but a genuine smile had almost broken through, and where had that wink come from? He supposed that he just couldn't resist, just seeing what would happen.
Well at lest it had made the Boy Wonder almost trip over his friend, that had made all his friends laugh. Draco seriously hoped that his hormones weren't setting him on Harry. I mean Potter. he quickly correct. Jees, he was even thinking of the boy in a first name basis.
Unfortunately the conversation that they had been having before Potter and Weasley rudely interrupted picked up right where it had left off. "So did she let you feel her tits?" Asked Blaize leeringly. "No!" Draco almost shouted. "That's disgusting. I mean, she practically tried to rape me." "That's not what I heard." If looks could kill, Blaize would be mangled right now. "What did you hear?" Draco said coolly. "Only that she invited you over for the weekend, you jumped at the chance, and the two of you had one hell of a romantic time together. That version will be all over the common room by the end of tonight." Blaize was almost rolling on the floor with laughter as he thought of the prospect. Draco fumed. "Vincent, Gregory, come." He said standing. "We have a little matter to settle." Both boys grinned at the prospect of a fight as they followed Draco out the compartment. Blaize was quick to follow; he wouldn't miss this for the world. If only he had brought a camera, he was sure that however Pansy came out of this a picture of her would be priceless.
* * *
Corven stepped off the Hogwarts express, it having arrived at its destination. He was still being plagued with questions about himself and how he knew Harry Potter. It would seem that the famous fifth year had given him his first step in his climb to power, popularity. Taking advantage of kindness was always useful. He answered nicely to some question the second year girl who was now plaguing him asked.
He heard a loud booming voice shout out above the heads of everyone. "First years gather here please. Come on all of ya, over here." "What about all my stuff?" Corven cut in on the girl who was telling how Harry (her idol) had defeated a dragon. "O don't worry about that," She said waving her hand. "The house elves will take care of it." Corven nodded. He was suddenly pushed roughly into the second year girl. An older girl raced out the train and towards a whole lot of carriages. She had her face covered with her hands and was sobbing loudly. Laughter rattled through the train carriages, seeming to be the cause of the older girl's distress. "That's Pansy Parkinson." Second year girl said aghast. "Um I'll see you later." He said to the still prattling girl. Don't make enemies on your first day he told himself. ""Oh yes! Maybe you'll be sorted in my house; Huffelpuff. Then we can carry on our conversation tonight." From what Corven had read and heard, he seriously doubted it. But he still smiled and waved as he walked to the giant of a man calling the first years. "Looks like you got a girlfriend already." Said a giggling freckled face boy walking next to him towards the giant. Oh please grow up! Corven pleaded. Besides if Mike heard that he would probably loose a vital part of his body.
Speaking of which, Mike seemed to really be taking this thing really seriously. The night before, Mike had stayed over the night to help him pack. Corven had been worried that his friend would try and kiss him again, if only. It had started out normal enough; Corven now had a nice new trunk which they wee packing all his school stuff into. His eagle owl was perched on the side of his bed, watching everything intently, especially Hg who sat outside of his room by the door. There had been a bit of a squabble. It seemed Rev, short for Revenge For Not Getting A Bloody Broomstick, wanted sole ownership of his new master. He had the talons to back this up as well.
"You are coming back during the holidays?" "Yes Mike." Corven repeated for the umpteenth time. "And you'll write like every week?" "Yes Mike." Corven handed his robes over to his friend who packed them neatly in the trunk. "These owls deliver mail directly to you? So I'll get your letters straight away, and you'll get mine?" "Yes Mike." Corven said handing over his underpants. He dumped them in and then collapsed onto the bed. Corven walked over and sat down next to him. Hmmmmm, almost same position as last time. "What's wrong now?" Mike looked back at him. In a rather worried voice he said. "What am I going to do?" "Huh?" "If you go to Hogwarts, what am I going to do?" Corven lent back on his elbow facing Mike. "You are going to take care of things so that when I get back, everything will be like I left it." That had been quick thinking, and apparently the exact thing to say. Mike had his cute smile back. cute?
"Now follow me down to the lake first years, don't get lost" They all followed the giant down to the lake, Corven heard the man's name was Hagrid, and he was the professor of Care of Magical Creatures. "Now everyone find a seat in one of the boats, four to a boat, no overcrowding please, the giant squid doesn't always push you back to the surface if you fall in." That got most of their attention; they all found a seat well away from the waters edge.
The boat trip wasn't that long, and it provided a stunning site of the castle. Corven wondered if he could find a picture of it to send to Mike. "Mind your heads there." Boomed Hagrid as they passed into a dark tunnel which seemed to go towards the castle. Seemed like he was going to have a lot to write to his friend. Mike had made him promises to write about everything that happened when he got here.
They had been laying in Corven's bed late that night, neither boy able to sleep. Mike had snuggled up to Corven, eventually laying his head on Corven's chest having received no words to stop. Corven had found the whole thing rather unexpectedly blissful.
They ended their boat ride with a bit of a bump on a stone jetty to which a couple of steps lead upwards to a large wooden door. Corven was brought back with the Professor's booming voice. "Right, everyone still here?" He asked. Corven honestly wondered how the professor expected them to know.
Hagrid walked up the stairs and knocked with his large fist on the heavy door. It opened immediately to reveal a stern looking witch. "The first years Professor McGonagall." "Thank you Professor." She said. "All of you follow me please, you are about to be sorted into your houses."
* * *
Harry, Ron and Hermione raced from their carriage as it stopped in front of the main entrance to the castle. Ron was hungry again and he dragged his best friends towards the place that would quench his need for food; the Great Hall. His theory was that if people saw him rushing there then they would too, and then they could get this thing started. Harry didn't know how he could think of eating food right after seeing Pansy Parkinson's face all covered with puss oozing warts. She had run from her carriage holding her face straight to Madam Pomfrey. She must have done something very bad to Malfoy for him to do that, or maybe not, he was acting strange lately.
After a couple of minutes everyone got settled in their seats and Dumbledore cleared his throat. The Doors to the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagall lead a long line of first years into the hall towards the sorting hat. Hermione remarked that there seemed to be a few more than last year. The sorting hat did its little number, which was different from last year Harry noticed, and then McGonagall started reading the names of the first years.
It turned out to be quite boring actually, the only remarkable things were that Slytherin seemed not to get as many new recruits as the other houses. And that boy that Harry had waved to in the train got put into Slytherin. Harry didn't think he was the sort. Then Dumbledore stood and gave a little speech, reminded them of the school rules, and announced that Quidditch would again be back. This was received with a thunderous roar. Harry wondered who would be the Gryffindor's captain. He would have to speak to Fred and George about that.
The food suddenly appeared as usual, much to the amazement of the new first years. Ron seemed to be taking an active part in the feast. Harry just didn't seem to be that hungry though. This was made up by Fred and George though as they had a conversation with Harry without him really being able to get a word in. They both wanted to be house Quidditch Captain. Hermione saved them from themselves by saying that maybe they both could be.
"Harry." Hermione said quietly nudging him in the ribs. "Look at Malfoy." Harry turned to look at the Slytherin table. Everyone around Draco was listening intently to Blaize Zabini tell a joke, cause they broke out laughing. Draco was staring almost whimsically towards them. He seemed to be in his own world as he eyed them out cause he didn't notice them staring back. His eyes finally moved off Harry and then seemed to move to Seamus, and then to Dean, and then off somewhere else. "What do you make of that Harry?" Hermione said wonderingly. "What do you make of what Harry?" Fred cut in. "Draco is eyeing me out." He replied. "What, do thing he's planning to curse you as well?" George said a bit angrily. "No, he was staring at Harry like he was in a day dream." Hermione said. "Maybe he fancies you Harry." Fred smirked. "Sod off, I'm not going to vote for you now." Harry shot back. "What will the gods think of next," George swooned. "Two star crossed lovers who's love found a way through all boundaries." Ahh Christ, Harry thought, they're going to go on all night. "You know Hermione, I think I'll just go for Quidditch House Captain myself." "Harry that would be great!" She said playing along. "I'll start the campaign strait away."
* * *
Draco swooped down on the food that appeared on the golden platters. He may as well enjoy himself while he could, Professor Snape had told him that the Headmaster would like to see him in his office after supper. He wondered what it could be about; he had already lost fifty houses points for cursing Pansy.
".and then Draco stormed into her compartment. It looked as if she was telling her little fantasy again. She stopped and asked how her 'little Dracci poo' was doing and then BAM! Draco cursed her. You should have heard her scream as the warts started popping up all over her face." A thunderous laughter erupted from the Slytherin table in response to Blaize's retelling of the Pansy incident, again. Lucky, or unluckily, she was still in the hospital wing. It would have been the last nail in her coffin to hear the house laughing at her.
If Draco ever needed a promoter he would call on Blaize. He liked the little touch of '. her fantasy.". Though normally Blaize wouldn't have said that, it would have been 'her version' or 'her truth', but he supposed that a very large Vincent sitting next to you would do that. Draco sometimes wondered how he would get on with out Goyle and Crabbe backing up his numerous threats. He couldn't really get away with it flinging curses learnt from his father at everyone all the time.
Draco noticed that the seventh years will still giving him a few dirty looks for loosing such a large amount house points before school had even really started. He gave them a menacing look back, daring them to say something. In a house where most of the kid's parents were death eaters, having one of the inner circle death eaters as your father was a real power booster. In other houses the seventh years ruled, in Slytherin Draco ruled, especially now.
That brought him to his next problem, how could he, a son of Lucius Malfoy find Harry Potter cute? As he watched the boy now, his black hair in a mess as always, seemingly to have a serious conversation with those ghastly Weasley twins, he literally had to remember to breath. He had to find someone else to oogle at if he was to survive this year. But who could match up to Wonder Boy? Certainly not any of the Slytherins, they weren't as 'pure' as potter.
Well then, Draco thought, someone who is as pure and innocent as Harry? His eye's fell on Seamus Finnigan. Noooo, to rough and chaotic, and that accent would get on his nerves. His friend Dean Thomas wasn't too bad though, but his very friendship with Finnigan crossed him off the list. Colin Creevey? Draco, the whole school would know in less than five minutes. Ok so no Gryffindors. How bout a Hufflepuff? Can't get any more pure and innocent that a Hufflepuff, and their real cannon fodder at heart so they'll do anything to stay alive. Well maybe anything was exactly what Draco was going to find out, but who would be Harry's match?
".Draco. Draco!" Draco was abruptly brought back to reality. "What Blaize?" "I was just saying that that was a very original curse, where did you learn it?" "Oh here and there." Draco smiled, here it comes. "Do you know more of them?" Every one near enough to hear Blaize's question looked up interestedly. "Quite a few actually, my father taught me some nice ones and I just looked up the rest. Although you wont find those books in this library." He had them hooked. Mention anything about the Dark Arts in Slytherin and the whole house would jump on that information. It also made them a little apprehensive about challenging someone who how to wield the Dark Arts.
"I could teach you a few." He said, other wise it would take days for them to pluck up the courage. "Although that would mean that you would be in my debt, since I would be giving you something important." The crowd of Slytherins looked on in rapture at the prospect. "But we'll speak of it later when the whole school can't hear us." They totally agreed and quickly went back to their meals as if they hadn't been discussing something forbidden.
The End. for now. Wait a few days, and maybe one more. Writing this chapter put a spin on the whole plot thingy and so now I have to change it. Promise you'll get a hint at the main plot next time. Cheers SDB
Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Two: Shakra dedudacha
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Neville all sat quietly in their compartment as the Hogsmeade Express carried them to their fifth year at Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet lay atop Hermione's lap. On the front page were the pictures of a man and a woman smiling happily, and then underneath a picture of an almost destroyed living room with two bodies scattered about it. The headline read;
Mr and Mrs Rumble found MURDED!! Last night Friends of Mr and Mrs Rumble found the couple MURDED in their own living room! Representatives of the Ministry of Magic arrived and chased this reporter out the house, but not before this reporter were able to glean the facts of the situation for you the reader. The Ministry of Magic will not allow any to enter the house. As you may remember Mr George Rumble was accused of being a death eater fourteen years ago with the fall of You-Know-Who. A Ministry source said that there was strong evidence that the Avada Kedavra curse was used in the killing of Mr Rumble and his wife. Could this mean that You-Know-Who is on the rise again and punishing his old servants? As you may know, George Rumble was let off for providing evidence that lead to the capture of more of his former colleagues. Ministry of Magic head, Cornelius Fudge, said that this theory was rubbish and that this reporter should stop trying to scare everyone. We then spoke.
Everyone in the compartment kept on giving Harry little worried looks. "What?" He finally said. "It's obvious that it was Voldemort. What do you expect me to say? Don't worry it was probably the reporter who did it to get a good story?" Every one was quiet. "It's just that if You-Know-Who is killing his back stabbers, it won't be long before he comes for you." Seamus said a bit sheepishly. "Harry has beaten You-Know-Who before," Ron jumped in. "He'll beat him again!" There should have been a theme song put to that Harry thought. "What Seamus is trying to say is that we should be extra careful now." Hermione said. Seamus nodded his head vigorously. "You mean extra extra careful, we're always extra careful." Harry said a bit despondently. Hermione glared at him. "Well you can count on us Harry." Neville added. Everyone agreed. "Well it's settled then." Dean said. "We'll personally destroy Voldemort and his wannabe's!" Everyone laughed at that, the tension becoming a bit too much. Ron, thank god, brought up the subject of this years Quidditch House Cup.
After way too many chocolate frogs and one too many bottles of pumpkin juice, Harry announced he was going to the toilet. Ron jumped up after a look from Hermione that was way too obvious. "I'll go with you." He mumbled around a chocolate frog. This could get tiring Harry thought. "Ok come along." They walked down the passage and had the distinct displeasure of walking past Malfoy and his cronies. They kept their comments to themselves for once, but they still gave Ron and him sneers. Draco's had a bit of a smile to it, and the quick wink that came with it made Harry walk right into Ron who had slowed down to give them the finger. What was that (the wink)? Harry thought. "We should go get Seamus and Dean and sort out those wannabe's." Ron said angrily.
Next came a whole lot first year's crammed into one compartment. They were all talking wildly. Harry recognized one of them as the boy in Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Harry gave him a hello wave and a reassuring smile; he did not seem to agree with the others that there was safety in numbers, especially when the space was limited. There was an audible hush from them as they all looked at Harry and Ron, then the voices started up louder all asking how the boy knew the famous Harry Potter. "That could be called cruel Harry." Ron said with a laugh. "He'll be swamped for hours."
* * *
Draco couldn't believe he had just done that! He had tried to keep his sneer plausible, thinking of Weasle the whole time, but even seeing Harry out of the corner of his eye perked his curiosity. He hoped that it was just from seeing a boy he thought cute, but a genuine smile had almost broken through, and where had that wink come from? He supposed that he just couldn't resist, just seeing what would happen.
Well at lest it had made the Boy Wonder almost trip over his friend, that had made all his friends laugh. Draco seriously hoped that his hormones weren't setting him on Harry. I mean Potter. he quickly correct. Jees, he was even thinking of the boy in a first name basis.
Unfortunately the conversation that they had been having before Potter and Weasley rudely interrupted picked up right where it had left off. "So did she let you feel her tits?" Asked Blaize leeringly. "No!" Draco almost shouted. "That's disgusting. I mean, she practically tried to rape me." "That's not what I heard." If looks could kill, Blaize would be mangled right now. "What did you hear?" Draco said coolly. "Only that she invited you over for the weekend, you jumped at the chance, and the two of you had one hell of a romantic time together. That version will be all over the common room by the end of tonight." Blaize was almost rolling on the floor with laughter as he thought of the prospect. Draco fumed. "Vincent, Gregory, come." He said standing. "We have a little matter to settle." Both boys grinned at the prospect of a fight as they followed Draco out the compartment. Blaize was quick to follow; he wouldn't miss this for the world. If only he had brought a camera, he was sure that however Pansy came out of this a picture of her would be priceless.
* * *
Corven stepped off the Hogwarts express, it having arrived at its destination. He was still being plagued with questions about himself and how he knew Harry Potter. It would seem that the famous fifth year had given him his first step in his climb to power, popularity. Taking advantage of kindness was always useful. He answered nicely to some question the second year girl who was now plaguing him asked.
He heard a loud booming voice shout out above the heads of everyone. "First years gather here please. Come on all of ya, over here." "What about all my stuff?" Corven cut in on the girl who was telling how Harry (her idol) had defeated a dragon. "O don't worry about that," She said waving her hand. "The house elves will take care of it." Corven nodded. He was suddenly pushed roughly into the second year girl. An older girl raced out the train and towards a whole lot of carriages. She had her face covered with her hands and was sobbing loudly. Laughter rattled through the train carriages, seeming to be the cause of the older girl's distress. "That's Pansy Parkinson." Second year girl said aghast. "Um I'll see you later." He said to the still prattling girl. Don't make enemies on your first day he told himself. ""Oh yes! Maybe you'll be sorted in my house; Huffelpuff. Then we can carry on our conversation tonight." From what Corven had read and heard, he seriously doubted it. But he still smiled and waved as he walked to the giant of a man calling the first years. "Looks like you got a girlfriend already." Said a giggling freckled face boy walking next to him towards the giant. Oh please grow up! Corven pleaded. Besides if Mike heard that he would probably loose a vital part of his body.
Speaking of which, Mike seemed to really be taking this thing really seriously. The night before, Mike had stayed over the night to help him pack. Corven had been worried that his friend would try and kiss him again, if only. It had started out normal enough; Corven now had a nice new trunk which they wee packing all his school stuff into. His eagle owl was perched on the side of his bed, watching everything intently, especially Hg who sat outside of his room by the door. There had been a bit of a squabble. It seemed Rev, short for Revenge For Not Getting A Bloody Broomstick, wanted sole ownership of his new master. He had the talons to back this up as well.
"You are coming back during the holidays?" "Yes Mike." Corven repeated for the umpteenth time. "And you'll write like every week?" "Yes Mike." Corven handed his robes over to his friend who packed them neatly in the trunk. "These owls deliver mail directly to you? So I'll get your letters straight away, and you'll get mine?" "Yes Mike." Corven said handing over his underpants. He dumped them in and then collapsed onto the bed. Corven walked over and sat down next to him. Hmmmmm, almost same position as last time. "What's wrong now?" Mike looked back at him. In a rather worried voice he said. "What am I going to do?" "Huh?" "If you go to Hogwarts, what am I going to do?" Corven lent back on his elbow facing Mike. "You are going to take care of things so that when I get back, everything will be like I left it." That had been quick thinking, and apparently the exact thing to say. Mike had his cute smile back. cute?
"Now follow me down to the lake first years, don't get lost" They all followed the giant down to the lake, Corven heard the man's name was Hagrid, and he was the professor of Care of Magical Creatures. "Now everyone find a seat in one of the boats, four to a boat, no overcrowding please, the giant squid doesn't always push you back to the surface if you fall in." That got most of their attention; they all found a seat well away from the waters edge.
The boat trip wasn't that long, and it provided a stunning site of the castle. Corven wondered if he could find a picture of it to send to Mike. "Mind your heads there." Boomed Hagrid as they passed into a dark tunnel which seemed to go towards the castle. Seemed like he was going to have a lot to write to his friend. Mike had made him promises to write about everything that happened when he got here.
They had been laying in Corven's bed late that night, neither boy able to sleep. Mike had snuggled up to Corven, eventually laying his head on Corven's chest having received no words to stop. Corven had found the whole thing rather unexpectedly blissful.
They ended their boat ride with a bit of a bump on a stone jetty to which a couple of steps lead upwards to a large wooden door. Corven was brought back with the Professor's booming voice. "Right, everyone still here?" He asked. Corven honestly wondered how the professor expected them to know.
Hagrid walked up the stairs and knocked with his large fist on the heavy door. It opened immediately to reveal a stern looking witch. "The first years Professor McGonagall." "Thank you Professor." She said. "All of you follow me please, you are about to be sorted into your houses."
* * *
Harry, Ron and Hermione raced from their carriage as it stopped in front of the main entrance to the castle. Ron was hungry again and he dragged his best friends towards the place that would quench his need for food; the Great Hall. His theory was that if people saw him rushing there then they would too, and then they could get this thing started. Harry didn't know how he could think of eating food right after seeing Pansy Parkinson's face all covered with puss oozing warts. She had run from her carriage holding her face straight to Madam Pomfrey. She must have done something very bad to Malfoy for him to do that, or maybe not, he was acting strange lately.
After a couple of minutes everyone got settled in their seats and Dumbledore cleared his throat. The Doors to the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagall lead a long line of first years into the hall towards the sorting hat. Hermione remarked that there seemed to be a few more than last year. The sorting hat did its little number, which was different from last year Harry noticed, and then McGonagall started reading the names of the first years.
It turned out to be quite boring actually, the only remarkable things were that Slytherin seemed not to get as many new recruits as the other houses. And that boy that Harry had waved to in the train got put into Slytherin. Harry didn't think he was the sort. Then Dumbledore stood and gave a little speech, reminded them of the school rules, and announced that Quidditch would again be back. This was received with a thunderous roar. Harry wondered who would be the Gryffindor's captain. He would have to speak to Fred and George about that.
The food suddenly appeared as usual, much to the amazement of the new first years. Ron seemed to be taking an active part in the feast. Harry just didn't seem to be that hungry though. This was made up by Fred and George though as they had a conversation with Harry without him really being able to get a word in. They both wanted to be house Quidditch Captain. Hermione saved them from themselves by saying that maybe they both could be.
"Harry." Hermione said quietly nudging him in the ribs. "Look at Malfoy." Harry turned to look at the Slytherin table. Everyone around Draco was listening intently to Blaize Zabini tell a joke, cause they broke out laughing. Draco was staring almost whimsically towards them. He seemed to be in his own world as he eyed them out cause he didn't notice them staring back. His eyes finally moved off Harry and then seemed to move to Seamus, and then to Dean, and then off somewhere else. "What do you make of that Harry?" Hermione said wonderingly. "What do you make of what Harry?" Fred cut in. "Draco is eyeing me out." He replied. "What, do thing he's planning to curse you as well?" George said a bit angrily. "No, he was staring at Harry like he was in a day dream." Hermione said. "Maybe he fancies you Harry." Fred smirked. "Sod off, I'm not going to vote for you now." Harry shot back. "What will the gods think of next," George swooned. "Two star crossed lovers who's love found a way through all boundaries." Ahh Christ, Harry thought, they're going to go on all night. "You know Hermione, I think I'll just go for Quidditch House Captain myself." "Harry that would be great!" She said playing along. "I'll start the campaign strait away."
* * *
Draco swooped down on the food that appeared on the golden platters. He may as well enjoy himself while he could, Professor Snape had told him that the Headmaster would like to see him in his office after supper. He wondered what it could be about; he had already lost fifty houses points for cursing Pansy.
".and then Draco stormed into her compartment. It looked as if she was telling her little fantasy again. She stopped and asked how her 'little Dracci poo' was doing and then BAM! Draco cursed her. You should have heard her scream as the warts started popping up all over her face." A thunderous laughter erupted from the Slytherin table in response to Blaize's retelling of the Pansy incident, again. Lucky, or unluckily, she was still in the hospital wing. It would have been the last nail in her coffin to hear the house laughing at her.
If Draco ever needed a promoter he would call on Blaize. He liked the little touch of '. her fantasy.". Though normally Blaize wouldn't have said that, it would have been 'her version' or 'her truth', but he supposed that a very large Vincent sitting next to you would do that. Draco sometimes wondered how he would get on with out Goyle and Crabbe backing up his numerous threats. He couldn't really get away with it flinging curses learnt from his father at everyone all the time.
Draco noticed that the seventh years will still giving him a few dirty looks for loosing such a large amount house points before school had even really started. He gave them a menacing look back, daring them to say something. In a house where most of the kid's parents were death eaters, having one of the inner circle death eaters as your father was a real power booster. In other houses the seventh years ruled, in Slytherin Draco ruled, especially now.
That brought him to his next problem, how could he, a son of Lucius Malfoy find Harry Potter cute? As he watched the boy now, his black hair in a mess as always, seemingly to have a serious conversation with those ghastly Weasley twins, he literally had to remember to breath. He had to find someone else to oogle at if he was to survive this year. But who could match up to Wonder Boy? Certainly not any of the Slytherins, they weren't as 'pure' as potter.
Well then, Draco thought, someone who is as pure and innocent as Harry? His eye's fell on Seamus Finnigan. Noooo, to rough and chaotic, and that accent would get on his nerves. His friend Dean Thomas wasn't too bad though, but his very friendship with Finnigan crossed him off the list. Colin Creevey? Draco, the whole school would know in less than five minutes. Ok so no Gryffindors. How bout a Hufflepuff? Can't get any more pure and innocent that a Hufflepuff, and their real cannon fodder at heart so they'll do anything to stay alive. Well maybe anything was exactly what Draco was going to find out, but who would be Harry's match?
".Draco. Draco!" Draco was abruptly brought back to reality. "What Blaize?" "I was just saying that that was a very original curse, where did you learn it?" "Oh here and there." Draco smiled, here it comes. "Do you know more of them?" Every one near enough to hear Blaize's question looked up interestedly. "Quite a few actually, my father taught me some nice ones and I just looked up the rest. Although you wont find those books in this library." He had them hooked. Mention anything about the Dark Arts in Slytherin and the whole house would jump on that information. It also made them a little apprehensive about challenging someone who how to wield the Dark Arts.
"I could teach you a few." He said, other wise it would take days for them to pluck up the courage. "Although that would mean that you would be in my debt, since I would be giving you something important." The crowd of Slytherins looked on in rapture at the prospect. "But we'll speak of it later when the whole school can't hear us." They totally agreed and quickly went back to their meals as if they hadn't been discussing something forbidden.
The End. for now. Wait a few days, and maybe one more. Writing this chapter put a spin on the whole plot thingy and so now I have to change it. Promise you'll get a hint at the main plot next time. Cheers SDB