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Chapter 7: A Bit of Inside Help
"Harry?" a soft, female voice came from the doorway of Harry's dormitory. Harry didn't look up - he recognized the voice.
"What do you want Shadow?" ((me!!!) he asked doggedly of his only Slytherin friend, who stood in his doorframe.
"To set things right what else?" Shadow smirked, tucking a piece of her jet black hair behind her ear.
"And what do you think you're gonna help?" he sighed, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
"I hate to sound rude, well actually no I don't," Shadow's smirk widen, her purple eyes flashing slightly, "but what do you think that it's gonna help for you to stay up here in your dormitory, pouting? That's not gonna make my cousin fall in love with you, you know. He's not exactly the type to go rushing into something he doesn't understand. Trust me."
Harry wiped his eyes, as another tear began to slide down his cheek. "You probably heard him, he doesn't love me." He gave a great sniffle.
"Harry, I swear, you're the most pitiful Gryffindor I've ever seen, and believe me that's saying something," she threw a wary glance over at Seamus' stationary "soccer" poster that hung on the wall but refrained from comment, as the time wasn't right. "I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave -- "
"Oh can it Shadow! You're not helping me a bit. what're you gonna say next, that I belong in Beauxbatons or something?"
"Wouldn't dream of telling my friend that he belongs in that hoity-toity school," she wrinkled her nose, thinking of the fight that she and Fleur Delacour had almost gotten into last year, over something so stupid that Shadow didn't even remember what it was. "And I am helping something, I'm trying to convince you of something -- "
"What that I should be in Ravenclaw then?" Harry's face was flushing in anger. What was she getting at? And how did she get up here?
"No, more that you should learn to shut your mouth!" Shadow sighed, her patience wearing thin. Her Malfoy and Riddle were finally showing, she was being much too nice lately. but Malfoy's never back out so she had to get on with it. "I'm trying to tell you that if you really love Draco," she cringed slightly at the thought, she had no clue why she was supporting this relationship which she personally didn't even agree with, "that you should fight for it. if you really want it. and by the fact that you're backing down, I don't think you want it." She walked across the room and sat down on Ron's bed, beside Harry's as Harry glared at her.
"I do love him, he just doesn't love me back!"
"But the hat said that he was your true love! And that you were his! The thing is that Draco just doesn't realize that! He's so spoiled that he seems to think that he can change everything to be perfect in his eyes - no, wait more of Lucius' eyes. See, you have to understand, Uncle Lucius, he's a very controlling person and what with all the things going all at the moment," Shadow rubbed her left forearm tenderly, which Harry (a/n thank goodness, Voldie would've killed me!) "and Draco's been set in his father's mind frame. and no matter how much I love Uncle Lucius, I can't help but realize that that isn't Draco's mind frame." Here she shook her head. "No, I know that sometimes Draco acts on undersided feelings, feelings he doesn't even understand or realize. and its up to you to help him realize those feelings." she sighed and stood up. "Buts its up to you, you can leave Draco up his dormitory, pouting that you have ruined his sex life, or you can go up and help him realize what he truly means to you. its up to you." She started towards the door. "Oh!" she suddenly cried just as she reached the door. "I almost forgot! The Slytherin password is 'slither' since Draco will most likely be up his deserted dormitory for the rest of the evening." She smirked slightly. "And in case you need it," she reached into her robes, and Harry heard the clinking of many little bottles coming from it, she finally extracted a tiny bottle full of nearly clear liquid which Harry recognized -
"Truthfulness Potion!" he exclaimed aghast. "But Snape said he was monitoring it!"
Shadow smirked. "Surely you don't think that I actually learn anything new in that class?" she asked disgustedly. "No, no, dear old Snape but he is a bit behind on the times, I learned to make this potion when I was eight. use it wisely, remember one question, and I trust you to know what question to ask." she tossed the bottle to him, turned on her heel, her sheet of shiny black hair cascading behind her and left the room, smirking happily to herself. Draco and Voldemort were going to kill her.
Chapter 7: A Bit of Inside Help
"Harry?" a soft, female voice came from the doorway of Harry's dormitory. Harry didn't look up - he recognized the voice.
"What do you want Shadow?" ((me!!!) he asked doggedly of his only Slytherin friend, who stood in his doorframe.
"To set things right what else?" Shadow smirked, tucking a piece of her jet black hair behind her ear.
"And what do you think you're gonna help?" he sighed, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
"I hate to sound rude, well actually no I don't," Shadow's smirk widen, her purple eyes flashing slightly, "but what do you think that it's gonna help for you to stay up here in your dormitory, pouting? That's not gonna make my cousin fall in love with you, you know. He's not exactly the type to go rushing into something he doesn't understand. Trust me."
Harry wiped his eyes, as another tear began to slide down his cheek. "You probably heard him, he doesn't love me." He gave a great sniffle.
"Harry, I swear, you're the most pitiful Gryffindor I've ever seen, and believe me that's saying something," she threw a wary glance over at Seamus' stationary "soccer" poster that hung on the wall but refrained from comment, as the time wasn't right. "I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave -- "
"Oh can it Shadow! You're not helping me a bit. what're you gonna say next, that I belong in Beauxbatons or something?"
"Wouldn't dream of telling my friend that he belongs in that hoity-toity school," she wrinkled her nose, thinking of the fight that she and Fleur Delacour had almost gotten into last year, over something so stupid that Shadow didn't even remember what it was. "And I am helping something, I'm trying to convince you of something -- "
"What that I should be in Ravenclaw then?" Harry's face was flushing in anger. What was she getting at? And how did she get up here?
"No, more that you should learn to shut your mouth!" Shadow sighed, her patience wearing thin. Her Malfoy and Riddle were finally showing, she was being much too nice lately. but Malfoy's never back out so she had to get on with it. "I'm trying to tell you that if you really love Draco," she cringed slightly at the thought, she had no clue why she was supporting this relationship which she personally didn't even agree with, "that you should fight for it. if you really want it. and by the fact that you're backing down, I don't think you want it." She walked across the room and sat down on Ron's bed, beside Harry's as Harry glared at her.
"I do love him, he just doesn't love me back!"
"But the hat said that he was your true love! And that you were his! The thing is that Draco just doesn't realize that! He's so spoiled that he seems to think that he can change everything to be perfect in his eyes - no, wait more of Lucius' eyes. See, you have to understand, Uncle Lucius, he's a very controlling person and what with all the things going all at the moment," Shadow rubbed her left forearm tenderly, which Harry (a/n thank goodness, Voldie would've killed me!) "and Draco's been set in his father's mind frame. and no matter how much I love Uncle Lucius, I can't help but realize that that isn't Draco's mind frame." Here she shook her head. "No, I know that sometimes Draco acts on undersided feelings, feelings he doesn't even understand or realize. and its up to you to help him realize those feelings." she sighed and stood up. "Buts its up to you, you can leave Draco up his dormitory, pouting that you have ruined his sex life, or you can go up and help him realize what he truly means to you. its up to you." She started towards the door. "Oh!" she suddenly cried just as she reached the door. "I almost forgot! The Slytherin password is 'slither' since Draco will most likely be up his deserted dormitory for the rest of the evening." She smirked slightly. "And in case you need it," she reached into her robes, and Harry heard the clinking of many little bottles coming from it, she finally extracted a tiny bottle full of nearly clear liquid which Harry recognized -
"Truthfulness Potion!" he exclaimed aghast. "But Snape said he was monitoring it!"
Shadow smirked. "Surely you don't think that I actually learn anything new in that class?" she asked disgustedly. "No, no, dear old Snape but he is a bit behind on the times, I learned to make this potion when I was eight. use it wisely, remember one question, and I trust you to know what question to ask." she tossed the bottle to him, turned on her heel, her sheet of shiny black hair cascading behind her and left the room, smirking happily to herself. Draco and Voldemort were going to kill her.