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AN Chapter 12, at last! Hurrah!!! Anyway, just so you all don't come and kill us, we don't mean to piss you off when we don't exactly update for a month... that is entirely unintentional. Please do not hurt us- because, we are human, and not immune to pain. And we're also sure that you're sick of our ramblings, so we're going to let you read the chapter now. *giggles insanely* Bye!
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Chapter 12
Letter's from a Stranger
For the next week, Harry and Draco were pretty happy. Even considering the fact that, A: Snape kept sending them strange looks, and kept cowering away from Draco. B: Most of the Slytherins were avoiding Draco at all costs, and had forbidden him to sit at their table, as a result, both he and Blaize had moved to the Gryffindor table, where they were welcomed warmly. And C: Mittens, their kitten, proved to be very, VERY energetic and not to mention tiring, but they still loved him anyway. And then there was D: which was about to take place. . .
"Draco," Harry asked, when the morning mail had arrived. "Do you recognize the bird that happens to be sitting on top of your head?"
Draco scowled at his boyfriend and looked up at the owl messing up his perfect blond hair. He scowled again.
The owl hooted happilly.
Most of the Gryffindor's were laughing, with the obvious exception of Ron, and suprisingly, Neville, who looked somewhat sick. The boy quickly excused himself and bolted for the hospital wing.
Hermione stood up and gently lifted the owl away from Draco's hair and set it on the table. The owl seemed to like its perch on Draco's head and immediately placed itself back on top of the blond. Hermione sighed and settled for detaching the note and handing it to Draco.
Draco opened the blank envelope and slowly pulled out the note, all the while scowling up at the weight on his head.
"Draco Malfoy," the note read in very plain, if not shaky handwriting. "I know about your relations with Harry Potter and I am quite disappointed with your choice. Stick with your own house if you know what's good for you."
It was unsigned.
Draco accidentally dropped the note in his oatmeal in shock, causing the ink to run.
"Uh, Harry," Draco said quietly, standing up. "Do you think that you can show me how to draw that character... again?"
"Err... sure," Harry said, not understanding. He pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment.
"Say," Draco said desperately, "that's a cool ring, where did you get it?"
"From- OH!"
Harry stood up and quickly followed Draco out of the room.
"Someone knows," Draco said the minute they were out of earshot of anything that could actually hear. "That's who the note was from, they know, and they've actually got the gall to threaten me!"
Harry looked as though someone had stepped on his face. "Oh my god. Did you recognize the person's handwriting at all Draco? It could be a fellow Slytherin of yours. They do seem to be keeping their distance."
"No," Draco said in a perplexed manner. He tapped his index finger on the side of his head, indicating deep thought. "I've got enough blackmail on each and every one of them. They wouldn't dare threaten me. I'm a lot stronger than they are, even in a group."
"Hmm," thought Harry. "That's awfully tricky then. If it isn't a Slytherin, then who is it?"
"Gee Harry," Draco said dryly. "You haven't got a very high opinion of my housemates, considering how close we are."
"Not you silly. I think very highly of you. It's the rest of them that I don't care for too much. Well, except Blaize because he's been a nice guy for Herm."
"Yeah, but right now that's not our concern. Someone wants to hurt me!" He whimpered.
"Let me see it." Harry held out his hand and Draco placed the soggy note on his palm. Harry held it up and tried to read it to himself quietly. "Drac, I can't recognize the handwriting either. Very shaky though, from what I can see, don't you think? Whoever it is doesn't have a whole lot of confidence or self-esteem, so he'll probably leave us be if we keep quiet for a while."
"Hmph. I'll be damned if *I* keep quiet. If this person is as stupid as that, then I doubt that he'll actually hurt one of us. We're both extremely powerful. He wouldn't last two minutes in a Duel against us."
"This is true, but I don't want to take any chances." Harry said in a thinly-veiled worry.
"Oh I know you care about me, Harry." Draco gave Harry a hug and was playing with his messy hair with one hand. "Just don't worry too much. Let's just go back into the Hall and try not to think about it okay? Just keep your eyes open for anything suspicious."
"You always have the best ideas."
"I know."
With that, they both walked back into the Great Hall and took their respective seats. They still had a bit of time to chat up with their friends before they had to go to classes.
What they didn't see was the shakable young man scowling behind them as they left together.
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AN Chapter 12, at last! Hurrah!!! Anyway, just so you all don't come and kill us, we don't mean to piss you off when we don't exactly update for a month... that is entirely unintentional. Please do not hurt us- because, we are human, and not immune to pain. And we're also sure that you're sick of our ramblings, so we're going to let you read the chapter now. *giggles insanely* Bye!
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Chapter 12
Letter's from a Stranger
For the next week, Harry and Draco were pretty happy. Even considering the fact that, A: Snape kept sending them strange looks, and kept cowering away from Draco. B: Most of the Slytherins were avoiding Draco at all costs, and had forbidden him to sit at their table, as a result, both he and Blaize had moved to the Gryffindor table, where they were welcomed warmly. And C: Mittens, their kitten, proved to be very, VERY energetic and not to mention tiring, but they still loved him anyway. And then there was D: which was about to take place. . .
"Draco," Harry asked, when the morning mail had arrived. "Do you recognize the bird that happens to be sitting on top of your head?"
Draco scowled at his boyfriend and looked up at the owl messing up his perfect blond hair. He scowled again.
The owl hooted happilly.
Most of the Gryffindor's were laughing, with the obvious exception of Ron, and suprisingly, Neville, who looked somewhat sick. The boy quickly excused himself and bolted for the hospital wing.
Hermione stood up and gently lifted the owl away from Draco's hair and set it on the table. The owl seemed to like its perch on Draco's head and immediately placed itself back on top of the blond. Hermione sighed and settled for detaching the note and handing it to Draco.
Draco opened the blank envelope and slowly pulled out the note, all the while scowling up at the weight on his head.
"Draco Malfoy," the note read in very plain, if not shaky handwriting. "I know about your relations with Harry Potter and I am quite disappointed with your choice. Stick with your own house if you know what's good for you."
It was unsigned.
Draco accidentally dropped the note in his oatmeal in shock, causing the ink to run.
"Uh, Harry," Draco said quietly, standing up. "Do you think that you can show me how to draw that character... again?"
"Err... sure," Harry said, not understanding. He pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment.
"Say," Draco said desperately, "that's a cool ring, where did you get it?"
"From- OH!"
Harry stood up and quickly followed Draco out of the room.
"Someone knows," Draco said the minute they were out of earshot of anything that could actually hear. "That's who the note was from, they know, and they've actually got the gall to threaten me!"
Harry looked as though someone had stepped on his face. "Oh my god. Did you recognize the person's handwriting at all Draco? It could be a fellow Slytherin of yours. They do seem to be keeping their distance."
"No," Draco said in a perplexed manner. He tapped his index finger on the side of his head, indicating deep thought. "I've got enough blackmail on each and every one of them. They wouldn't dare threaten me. I'm a lot stronger than they are, even in a group."
"Hmm," thought Harry. "That's awfully tricky then. If it isn't a Slytherin, then who is it?"
"Gee Harry," Draco said dryly. "You haven't got a very high opinion of my housemates, considering how close we are."
"Not you silly. I think very highly of you. It's the rest of them that I don't care for too much. Well, except Blaize because he's been a nice guy for Herm."
"Yeah, but right now that's not our concern. Someone wants to hurt me!" He whimpered.
"Let me see it." Harry held out his hand and Draco placed the soggy note on his palm. Harry held it up and tried to read it to himself quietly. "Drac, I can't recognize the handwriting either. Very shaky though, from what I can see, don't you think? Whoever it is doesn't have a whole lot of confidence or self-esteem, so he'll probably leave us be if we keep quiet for a while."
"Hmph. I'll be damned if *I* keep quiet. If this person is as stupid as that, then I doubt that he'll actually hurt one of us. We're both extremely powerful. He wouldn't last two minutes in a Duel against us."
"This is true, but I don't want to take any chances." Harry said in a thinly-veiled worry.
"Oh I know you care about me, Harry." Draco gave Harry a hug and was playing with his messy hair with one hand. "Just don't worry too much. Let's just go back into the Hall and try not to think about it okay? Just keep your eyes open for anything suspicious."
"You always have the best ideas."
"I know."
With that, they both walked back into the Great Hall and took their respective seats. They still had a bit of time to chat up with their friends before they had to go to classes.
What they didn't see was the shakable young man scowling behind them as they left together.
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