My Color: Gray
Ch: 18
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Draco lay awake all night long as he rocked Harry to sleep. It was some time during the dead of night when the plan came to him. It was one of Draco's most brilliant and most dangerous plans that he had ever come up with. All it needed was a little bit of fine-tuning and everything would work- or at least he hoped it would.
That morning he sat with Harry at breakfast before dragging the other down the corridor to the library. "Are you all right, Harry?" asked Draco. He was concerned about his boyfriend; dark circles ringed his eyes and the light was missing from those green eyes.
"I'm fine," Harry replied in a short tone. Draco sighed and shook his head. He knew better than to try and argue with that tone of voice. Harry was one stubborn wizard when he wanted to be. Draco shook his head again and frowned; he passed rows and rows of books but none of them were quite what he was looking for.
"Need some help, Malfoy?" someone asked. The two boys whirled around and came face to face with a frowning Hermione. She took one look at Harry and gasped. "Oh my! Are you alright Harry?" She walked forward and took one of Harry's hands in her own. Harry didn't move away but answered in the same clipped sort of voice.
"If you want to help, Granger, help me look up Exploding Charms. The ones I have found are to weak, I need something very strong." Hermione and Harry both looked at Draco like he had lost his mind. "What?"
"You want a Mudbloods help, Malfoy?" asked Hermione weakly. Draco shook his head.
"No. I want the help of the most brilliant witch in our class and the help of Harry's friend. After all, I am trying to save Harry's life."
Both of them stared at Draco. Hermione suddenly smiled before leading them off into a different section of the library. "I thank you for that compliment, Malfoy, and I don't think you hand them out a lot. You were in the wrong section but the spell you are looking for will be very hard to manage. Here," she pulled a thick book off the shelf and thrust it into Draco's waiting hands. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like to help in anyway I can."
A pair of silver-blue eyes met brown and Harry glanced back and forth at the two smartest people in the school. Draco's mouth suddenly lifted and he held out a pale hand to Hermione. "Alright, Hermione. You can help but you can't tell anyone. You'll meet Harry and I outside the potions room at seven o'clock no later. Tell no one where you are going, understood?"
Hermione held out a shaking hand as she grasped Draco's colder one. "Agreed. But no more treating me like I am inferior to you."
"Agreed. Until seven then." And the two boys swept out of the library and off to the dungeons.
"You realize that Hell has completely frozen over and pink bunnies have over thrown Lucifer, right?" Draco burst into a fit of laughter and he wrapped his hand around Harry's.
"It has, hasn't it?" Harry nodded rapidly.
"I guess it has. I have to leave you for a while, Harry, but I'll be back. Will you take this book to our rooms? I'll see you in Defense." With a quick kiss, Draco dashed down a side corridor and out of sight. Harry sighed and shook his head.
Harry stalked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and took his seat near the back. The rest of his entourage spread themselves out around him and left a seat open next to Harry. That seat was for Draco, if he ever arrived.
Just before the bell rang, Draco dashed in and hurriedly sat down next to Harry. In his hands he held a scrap piece of parchment with words and a diagram of a house written on it.
"What's that?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head as he stuffed the parchment out of sight.
"I'll tell you later," he quickly turned to Vincent and murmured, "Meeting in the study room at seven tonight. Tell the others. I might have found a way to get rid of Voldemort for good." Harry glanced at Draco swiftly as Vincent turned to Gregory.
"What!" he whispered. Draco leaned over and kissed him softly. The door burst open just as Draco backed away.
"Trust me, Harry. Please?" A longing so deep lurked in those pale eyes and Harry had no choice but to smile. He did trust Draco as strange as that seemed. His greatest rival turned out to be his most cherished love. Despite everything Harry had been through, he new without a doubt that Draco loved him with all his heart. After all, if Harry died then who would compete with Draco?
"I trust you." Draco smiled softly as he opened his book.
"Today we will talk about the Puppets Curse and the way to defend yourself. Please turn to page 456." The time seemed to pass slowly and Harry dosed off.
Seven came too slowly and Harry followed Draco as they sped off towards the potions class. True enough to her word, Hermione stood outside the room and was waiting nervously for them to show.
"Are you alone?" asked Draco. She nodded and turned to follow the two boys. Harry saw her looking around in apprehension. Reaching over and grasping her hand, Harry whispered, "It's alright. No one will hurt you. Besides, they're much more different than you may think." Hermione smiled weakly at him but took his hand in a grateful manor.
"We're here." They had stopped outside a statue of a Griffin, strangely enough, and whispered the password. A door opened in the wall to reveille a long and brightly lit room, littered with books and tables alike. Hermione's eyes widened at all the books she saw and she gasped as she recognized a few Muggle books.
"What is this place?" she asked in awe. Harry grinned at her reaction. Even though he was no longer friends with Ron, he was glad that Hermione was still willing to talk to him.
"It's our study room," answered Harry as they entered. Draco was hushing the Slytherin's as they gasped in horror. A Gryffindor in a Slytherin room? What was happening?
"Shut up! Hermione is here to help and I assure you that she has told no one where she's gone. We need all the help we can get if we are to free ourselves of Voldemorts reign. She's smart- we all know that and my plan is very, very dangerous. Treat her like one of us." The 'or else' was understood even if it was not spoken.
All was quite while Harry, Draco, and Hermione sat themselves around a circular table. Finally one of them spoke up. "So you finally have a plan?"
Draco nodded and pulled out the parchment that Harry recognized from earlier. The inscriptions were much darker now. Draco spread the paper out and enlarged it for people to see. "All I am waiting for is a signal from my informative in Voldemorts circle. This is what is going to happen..."
AN: Evil cliffhanger, I know. Sorry but I have had writers block and I hope you like this chapter. Please enjoy and review! ~Ta-ta
Draco lay awake all night long as he rocked Harry to sleep. It was some time during the dead of night when the plan came to him. It was one of Draco's most brilliant and most dangerous plans that he had ever come up with. All it needed was a little bit of fine-tuning and everything would work- or at least he hoped it would.
That morning he sat with Harry at breakfast before dragging the other down the corridor to the library. "Are you all right, Harry?" asked Draco. He was concerned about his boyfriend; dark circles ringed his eyes and the light was missing from those green eyes.
"I'm fine," Harry replied in a short tone. Draco sighed and shook his head. He knew better than to try and argue with that tone of voice. Harry was one stubborn wizard when he wanted to be. Draco shook his head again and frowned; he passed rows and rows of books but none of them were quite what he was looking for.
"Need some help, Malfoy?" someone asked. The two boys whirled around and came face to face with a frowning Hermione. She took one look at Harry and gasped. "Oh my! Are you alright Harry?" She walked forward and took one of Harry's hands in her own. Harry didn't move away but answered in the same clipped sort of voice.
"If you want to help, Granger, help me look up Exploding Charms. The ones I have found are to weak, I need something very strong." Hermione and Harry both looked at Draco like he had lost his mind. "What?"
"You want a Mudbloods help, Malfoy?" asked Hermione weakly. Draco shook his head.
"No. I want the help of the most brilliant witch in our class and the help of Harry's friend. After all, I am trying to save Harry's life."
Both of them stared at Draco. Hermione suddenly smiled before leading them off into a different section of the library. "I thank you for that compliment, Malfoy, and I don't think you hand them out a lot. You were in the wrong section but the spell you are looking for will be very hard to manage. Here," she pulled a thick book off the shelf and thrust it into Draco's waiting hands. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like to help in anyway I can."
A pair of silver-blue eyes met brown and Harry glanced back and forth at the two smartest people in the school. Draco's mouth suddenly lifted and he held out a pale hand to Hermione. "Alright, Hermione. You can help but you can't tell anyone. You'll meet Harry and I outside the potions room at seven o'clock no later. Tell no one where you are going, understood?"
Hermione held out a shaking hand as she grasped Draco's colder one. "Agreed. But no more treating me like I am inferior to you."
"Agreed. Until seven then." And the two boys swept out of the library and off to the dungeons.
"You realize that Hell has completely frozen over and pink bunnies have over thrown Lucifer, right?" Draco burst into a fit of laughter and he wrapped his hand around Harry's.
"It has, hasn't it?" Harry nodded rapidly.
"I guess it has. I have to leave you for a while, Harry, but I'll be back. Will you take this book to our rooms? I'll see you in Defense." With a quick kiss, Draco dashed down a side corridor and out of sight. Harry sighed and shook his head.
Harry stalked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and took his seat near the back. The rest of his entourage spread themselves out around him and left a seat open next to Harry. That seat was for Draco, if he ever arrived.
Just before the bell rang, Draco dashed in and hurriedly sat down next to Harry. In his hands he held a scrap piece of parchment with words and a diagram of a house written on it.
"What's that?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head as he stuffed the parchment out of sight.
"I'll tell you later," he quickly turned to Vincent and murmured, "Meeting in the study room at seven tonight. Tell the others. I might have found a way to get rid of Voldemort for good." Harry glanced at Draco swiftly as Vincent turned to Gregory.
"What!" he whispered. Draco leaned over and kissed him softly. The door burst open just as Draco backed away.
"Trust me, Harry. Please?" A longing so deep lurked in those pale eyes and Harry had no choice but to smile. He did trust Draco as strange as that seemed. His greatest rival turned out to be his most cherished love. Despite everything Harry had been through, he new without a doubt that Draco loved him with all his heart. After all, if Harry died then who would compete with Draco?
"I trust you." Draco smiled softly as he opened his book.
"Today we will talk about the Puppets Curse and the way to defend yourself. Please turn to page 456." The time seemed to pass slowly and Harry dosed off.
Seven came too slowly and Harry followed Draco as they sped off towards the potions class. True enough to her word, Hermione stood outside the room and was waiting nervously for them to show.
"Are you alone?" asked Draco. She nodded and turned to follow the two boys. Harry saw her looking around in apprehension. Reaching over and grasping her hand, Harry whispered, "It's alright. No one will hurt you. Besides, they're much more different than you may think." Hermione smiled weakly at him but took his hand in a grateful manor.
"We're here." They had stopped outside a statue of a Griffin, strangely enough, and whispered the password. A door opened in the wall to reveille a long and brightly lit room, littered with books and tables alike. Hermione's eyes widened at all the books she saw and she gasped as she recognized a few Muggle books.
"What is this place?" she asked in awe. Harry grinned at her reaction. Even though he was no longer friends with Ron, he was glad that Hermione was still willing to talk to him.
"It's our study room," answered Harry as they entered. Draco was hushing the Slytherin's as they gasped in horror. A Gryffindor in a Slytherin room? What was happening?
"Shut up! Hermione is here to help and I assure you that she has told no one where she's gone. We need all the help we can get if we are to free ourselves of Voldemorts reign. She's smart- we all know that and my plan is very, very dangerous. Treat her like one of us." The 'or else' was understood even if it was not spoken.
All was quite while Harry, Draco, and Hermione sat themselves around a circular table. Finally one of them spoke up. "So you finally have a plan?"
Draco nodded and pulled out the parchment that Harry recognized from earlier. The inscriptions were much darker now. Draco spread the paper out and enlarged it for people to see. "All I am waiting for is a signal from my informative in Voldemorts circle. This is what is going to happen..."
AN: Evil cliffhanger, I know. Sorry but I have had writers block and I hope you like this chapter. Please enjoy and review! ~Ta-ta