Warning and notes: Slash fic, which everyone should know by now, if you
have a problem, bug off you're already on chapter four.
I bow down to all my faithful readers with waves of apologies for taking so long. For a while there the penguins went into hiding and wouldn't write the story which I swore would come out a lot easier but finally it is and again my I am sorry my excuses are but that of a poor writer. Plus I've been sick and a drugged mind can't write anything, trust me I tried and it was scary.
By the way, my muses have won the revolt and this story now will have a plot if you couldn't already tell AND there's going to be some angsty drama. I tried to keep it smutty and slightly humorous but no, I had to make it more. I hope it doesn't change your mind about the story and again my humblest apologies for the wait.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, eventually Ron/Hermoine and maybe more
Rating: R (we know its NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, that's all J.K Rowlings and her publishers but I do steal them for some crazy fun in my head once in a while
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Dinner in the Great Hall was bustling with excitement for the upcoming outing to Hogsmeade on Friday as well as the prospect of Secret Santas. Amongst the older kids there were some whispers of the strange occurrence in potions but that was soon discarded for the plans of the weekend. Harry walked into the Hall slightly pale but doing his best not to think about anything. He didn't want to be there but he'd rather suffer chatter than his friends endless worrying if he didn't return.
Hermoine noticed his awkwardness and decided it best not to say anything though her brain had been racking since Snape's class on why there was such an extreme reaction. Settling her thoughts for later looking into she immediately steered the conversation away from potions before Ron could bring anything up.
"Oh good, your back from Pomfrey's I'm so glad. I wanted to know what your plans were for Friday night."
Ron being Ron didn't quite understand 'Mione's tactic and was on the brink of talking to Harry about class. A quick glance from Hermoine bogged down his outburst and Harry, Hermoine noticed thankfully relaxed under their small talk*
"Well, I was planning on going kinda early so I could get my shopping done then spend the rest of the night out on the town." Lowering his voice, "Actually I was going to sneak into Hogsmeade in the morning before everyone else is there through the secret entrance, buy my things, bring them back, and leave myself for a carefree night. I'll be back right in time to get ready for when we'll leave."
"Why so secretive?" Ron blatantly asked. Harry just shook his head and said he had a big plan for his secret santa and he wanted no one to guess at his presents. Hermoine knew there had to be more but Ron nodded understandingly and Hermoine knew not to push the issue.
"Oh! Well I can't wait to go shopping for mine so I can get some more ideas on what to do."
They all chuckled and Harry began to tease Ron about ending up with a crappy present if he didn't get some thoughts on it real soon. In the back of his mind though Harry couldn't help but wonder when the feelings he glimpsed on Draco's face would finally arise and overwhelm his mind.
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Meanwhile still in the hospital wing Draco's head was finally subsiding its pounding. Even now when he tried to search through what he'd seen, his head began to compress until Draco swore it would explode. "Mr. Malfoy." Draco's eyes went wide as he turned to see Professor Snape standing at the door.
"Good evening Professor." Curiosity and weariness hung in those three words and Snape slowly glided forward.
" Mr. Malfoy, it probably hadn't occurred to you, let alone could it occur to you in your current state, whether or not this reaction you and Mr. Potter had to the potion was.normal had it?"
"Not exactly Professor though it did seem a tad weird." Draco tried desperately to read Snape's blank face. Even if it wasn't a normal reaction Snape would have waited to see him later wouldn't he? Draco became a little tense as he realized there was another factor to the potion that Snape hadn't believed would be a problem. "What's wrong with what happened?"
Snape locked his hands together and settled in a chair beside Draco's hospital bed, his robes flying up around him as he sat. "It is something I had never for seen and am now helpless against what the potion decides to do. You see Mr. Malfoy, though you and Mr. Potter are strong wizards and that could cause the potion to react strangely, only equally intense and similar emotions would cause you both such trouble. As it currently appears, you both have been withholding some very powerful feeling inside yourselves that have now come to surface."
"I don't quite understand Professor. So what if Ha-Potter and I have come into this fix we're the only ones who can see them in each other and it'll be over in two days." Draco couldn't believe he almost let the name slip but with a slight sneer to Snape, he hoped that it would be covered.
Snape did ignore the almost slip but cornered it in his mind to use later. "That is where you are wrong Draco." Snape had purposely used the boy's first name to get his attention. "Though Harry and yourself are the only ones to see these emotions, now that they have surfaced, you may have to face them. The point of the potion is to draw the emotions for the enemy to see visually but not in all actuality. The catch is that if it finds intense emotions that have been hidden for a time, it cannot just draw them forward as an expression but must draw them forward entirely. To put it simply, you will now feel these intense emotions, think over them, and have to deal with them or they will show through to everyone else and not just to you and Mr. Potter. Fortunately I have spelled a mirror for you both that allows you to see the emotions on your face as well. This way you know what your enemy is seeing and hopefully can deal with it properly. I hope that the spell does not affect anything else. I must be going now." With a swish of his robe Snape left the room, first placing a small hand mirror on the table without even a glance.
He watched Snape leave, not quite sure what to think. Soon his mind began to formulate everything Snape had said and what it did and could mean. His brain was traveling in every direction from good to bad about the consequences of this stupid potion and Harry. "Damn it!" Draco couldn't stop saying his first name. He finally settled to go to sleep and try to accept all that he'd been told.
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Harry in the mean time left the Great Hall early to go up to his room. As he climbed the stairs he kept drifting back to the image of Draco's face, but Harry's head still couldn't decide what it all meant. As he walked in the room he saw a small note on his bed. He picked it up, not yet noticing the parcel beside it and began to read:
Dear Harry,
In light of the circumstances between you and Mr. Malfoy, I regret to inform you that you do not know all of the consequences of the potion that is currently affecting you. It seems that the potion has found some very intense hidden emotions that it not only let your enemy see but has now brought up to let you feel. The potion is only supposed to bring the emotions to your face, you see and not actually up for you to deal with. Unfortunately due to the fact that you both are very strong wizards and you both are very good at keeping your feelings in check, the potion has done its extreme. Your present situation leaves you either to deal with the emotions that only your enemy can see or leave them boil until they erupt and everyone will see. I regret our fault at not for seeing this situation but have come up with a partial solution to help. In the parcel you will find a mirror that lets you see the emotions your enemy is seeing. I leave you to use this information and help as you like.
By the handwriting he knew it was Dumbledore that had sent the package. Harry did not however wish to speak with anyone about what it meant though he knew the offer was there. Unable to stand being locked up in the castle with his thoughts, he quickly left his room before the others came back. Leaving his bed looking like he was sleeping in it with the curtains closed, Harry wandered out of the castle and down to the lake. Hidden from the glowing moon in the shadows of the trees, the thoughts of the day and the emotions tormenting him finally overflowed. Everything inside Harry welled up and soon racking sobs full of pain, love, and sorrow filled the night air and Harry's trembling body. He soon curled up in his favorite spot too tired to move and fell into dreamless sleep, his mind too busy to conjure any dreams.
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Inside the castle the other infected student lie tossing and turning as dreams and nightmares took over his brain. Draco woke up screaming and sweating, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Fuck.what am I going to do?" He fell back into the bed staring up at the blank ceiling and eventually drifted back into a thankfully dreamless sleep. The next morning however would not leave him dreamless when he saw yet again what he'd seen that night.
~~TBC~~
It's sort of long, but only because it has lots of long paragraphs. I know that was supposed to explain more, but now with the plot I think it's going to be a bit of a long story. *penguin muses wave and go back to writing the next chapter, finally getting their writing priorities back on track*
I bow down to all my faithful readers with waves of apologies for taking so long. For a while there the penguins went into hiding and wouldn't write the story which I swore would come out a lot easier but finally it is and again my I am sorry my excuses are but that of a poor writer. Plus I've been sick and a drugged mind can't write anything, trust me I tried and it was scary.
By the way, my muses have won the revolt and this story now will have a plot if you couldn't already tell AND there's going to be some angsty drama. I tried to keep it smutty and slightly humorous but no, I had to make it more. I hope it doesn't change your mind about the story and again my humblest apologies for the wait.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, eventually Ron/Hermoine and maybe more
Rating: R (we know its NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, that's all J.K Rowlings and her publishers but I do steal them for some crazy fun in my head once in a while
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Dinner in the Great Hall was bustling with excitement for the upcoming outing to Hogsmeade on Friday as well as the prospect of Secret Santas. Amongst the older kids there were some whispers of the strange occurrence in potions but that was soon discarded for the plans of the weekend. Harry walked into the Hall slightly pale but doing his best not to think about anything. He didn't want to be there but he'd rather suffer chatter than his friends endless worrying if he didn't return.
Hermoine noticed his awkwardness and decided it best not to say anything though her brain had been racking since Snape's class on why there was such an extreme reaction. Settling her thoughts for later looking into she immediately steered the conversation away from potions before Ron could bring anything up.
"Oh good, your back from Pomfrey's I'm so glad. I wanted to know what your plans were for Friday night."
Ron being Ron didn't quite understand 'Mione's tactic and was on the brink of talking to Harry about class. A quick glance from Hermoine bogged down his outburst and Harry, Hermoine noticed thankfully relaxed under their small talk*
"Well, I was planning on going kinda early so I could get my shopping done then spend the rest of the night out on the town." Lowering his voice, "Actually I was going to sneak into Hogsmeade in the morning before everyone else is there through the secret entrance, buy my things, bring them back, and leave myself for a carefree night. I'll be back right in time to get ready for when we'll leave."
"Why so secretive?" Ron blatantly asked. Harry just shook his head and said he had a big plan for his secret santa and he wanted no one to guess at his presents. Hermoine knew there had to be more but Ron nodded understandingly and Hermoine knew not to push the issue.
"Oh! Well I can't wait to go shopping for mine so I can get some more ideas on what to do."
They all chuckled and Harry began to tease Ron about ending up with a crappy present if he didn't get some thoughts on it real soon. In the back of his mind though Harry couldn't help but wonder when the feelings he glimpsed on Draco's face would finally arise and overwhelm his mind.
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Meanwhile still in the hospital wing Draco's head was finally subsiding its pounding. Even now when he tried to search through what he'd seen, his head began to compress until Draco swore it would explode. "Mr. Malfoy." Draco's eyes went wide as he turned to see Professor Snape standing at the door.
"Good evening Professor." Curiosity and weariness hung in those three words and Snape slowly glided forward.
" Mr. Malfoy, it probably hadn't occurred to you, let alone could it occur to you in your current state, whether or not this reaction you and Mr. Potter had to the potion was.normal had it?"
"Not exactly Professor though it did seem a tad weird." Draco tried desperately to read Snape's blank face. Even if it wasn't a normal reaction Snape would have waited to see him later wouldn't he? Draco became a little tense as he realized there was another factor to the potion that Snape hadn't believed would be a problem. "What's wrong with what happened?"
Snape locked his hands together and settled in a chair beside Draco's hospital bed, his robes flying up around him as he sat. "It is something I had never for seen and am now helpless against what the potion decides to do. You see Mr. Malfoy, though you and Mr. Potter are strong wizards and that could cause the potion to react strangely, only equally intense and similar emotions would cause you both such trouble. As it currently appears, you both have been withholding some very powerful feeling inside yourselves that have now come to surface."
"I don't quite understand Professor. So what if Ha-Potter and I have come into this fix we're the only ones who can see them in each other and it'll be over in two days." Draco couldn't believe he almost let the name slip but with a slight sneer to Snape, he hoped that it would be covered.
Snape did ignore the almost slip but cornered it in his mind to use later. "That is where you are wrong Draco." Snape had purposely used the boy's first name to get his attention. "Though Harry and yourself are the only ones to see these emotions, now that they have surfaced, you may have to face them. The point of the potion is to draw the emotions for the enemy to see visually but not in all actuality. The catch is that if it finds intense emotions that have been hidden for a time, it cannot just draw them forward as an expression but must draw them forward entirely. To put it simply, you will now feel these intense emotions, think over them, and have to deal with them or they will show through to everyone else and not just to you and Mr. Potter. Fortunately I have spelled a mirror for you both that allows you to see the emotions on your face as well. This way you know what your enemy is seeing and hopefully can deal with it properly. I hope that the spell does not affect anything else. I must be going now." With a swish of his robe Snape left the room, first placing a small hand mirror on the table without even a glance.
He watched Snape leave, not quite sure what to think. Soon his mind began to formulate everything Snape had said and what it did and could mean. His brain was traveling in every direction from good to bad about the consequences of this stupid potion and Harry. "Damn it!" Draco couldn't stop saying his first name. He finally settled to go to sleep and try to accept all that he'd been told.
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Harry in the mean time left the Great Hall early to go up to his room. As he climbed the stairs he kept drifting back to the image of Draco's face, but Harry's head still couldn't decide what it all meant. As he walked in the room he saw a small note on his bed. He picked it up, not yet noticing the parcel beside it and began to read:
Dear Harry,
In light of the circumstances between you and Mr. Malfoy, I regret to inform you that you do not know all of the consequences of the potion that is currently affecting you. It seems that the potion has found some very intense hidden emotions that it not only let your enemy see but has now brought up to let you feel. The potion is only supposed to bring the emotions to your face, you see and not actually up for you to deal with. Unfortunately due to the fact that you both are very strong wizards and you both are very good at keeping your feelings in check, the potion has done its extreme. Your present situation leaves you either to deal with the emotions that only your enemy can see or leave them boil until they erupt and everyone will see. I regret our fault at not for seeing this situation but have come up with a partial solution to help. In the parcel you will find a mirror that lets you see the emotions your enemy is seeing. I leave you to use this information and help as you like.
By the handwriting he knew it was Dumbledore that had sent the package. Harry did not however wish to speak with anyone about what it meant though he knew the offer was there. Unable to stand being locked up in the castle with his thoughts, he quickly left his room before the others came back. Leaving his bed looking like he was sleeping in it with the curtains closed, Harry wandered out of the castle and down to the lake. Hidden from the glowing moon in the shadows of the trees, the thoughts of the day and the emotions tormenting him finally overflowed. Everything inside Harry welled up and soon racking sobs full of pain, love, and sorrow filled the night air and Harry's trembling body. He soon curled up in his favorite spot too tired to move and fell into dreamless sleep, his mind too busy to conjure any dreams.
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Inside the castle the other infected student lie tossing and turning as dreams and nightmares took over his brain. Draco woke up screaming and sweating, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Fuck.what am I going to do?" He fell back into the bed staring up at the blank ceiling and eventually drifted back into a thankfully dreamless sleep. The next morning however would not leave him dreamless when he saw yet again what he'd seen that night.
~~TBC~~
It's sort of long, but only because it has lots of long paragraphs. I know that was supposed to explain more, but now with the plot I think it's going to be a bit of a long story. *penguin muses wave and go back to writing the next chapter, finally getting their writing priorities back on track*