Title: Dead Love
Disclaimers: We don't own Harry Potter, we merely borrowed it. ^^;
A/N: We've got reviews! We've got reviews! *dances a victory dance*. We're sorry this came out late. If it isn't for Fiend...^^;
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Once they were all settled, Pansy asked this time about what Draco is to do about Potter. They promised, that if ever the time comes that they have to follow the road set to them, they will tell the one they love or rather confess what they really feels about them, that makes Draco to confess to Harry what he truly felt for the Gryffindor.
"I don't know. He's definitely mad at me...he always does." He grimaced at the thought.
"Tell him straight in the face..." Nott suggested bluntly.
"Oh that would be just cheerful, isn't it Nott? 'Harry, just second, I just want to confess my undying love for you before my father takes me..." Draco mocked. "He'll probably laugh at me."
"Or maybe have a heart attack...out of joy, maybe?" Crabbe said.
"I told you that Potter doesn't have a thing for me..." The silver-haired Slytherin reminded them.
"Oh come on now, Draco! Rumors have it! Harry is head over heals for you!" Blaise said delightedly.
"Rumors are deadly, Zabini...it can kill you." Was the reply from the pale boy.
"Right..." Pansy added sarcastically. "I haven't heard one who've died of it before."
"I certainly don't want to be the first one." Draco drawled.
"Write him a letter." Goyle suggested out of nowhere. The five of them stared at the biggest guy at the room. He was at the corner, twirling his silver ring around his index finger. His face was downcast and grieved. It's pretty well known that he just lost the one and only girl he loved over Voldemort last year. Millicent Bulstrode was taken by her father and was forced to take the Dark Mark, and was transferred to Durmstrang. She was sending letters then, telling them about how horrible it is to be a jr. Death Eater...and that they should try and escape their fate, if they could. That was then that they started this group. They swore that they're on the Light side and will keep a look to each other.
"Yeah, I guess I could do that..." Draco said. He then stood up and started pacing. "Right...now that everything is settled, we act on them."
They all nodded at what the seventeen year old, blonde-haired guy said and went to attend their classes, Double-potions, with Gryffindor.
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Draco, as soon as he entered the Potion classroom, went straight to Snape's table to ask permission to go to the Head Master. Giving the Professor a knowing look, it nodded and granted him the permission he asked for. But before he left, he said to the young Malfoy. "We'll talk about this, Draco." In a rather worried voice, that startled the class. Draco gave him a wry smile of appreciation that earned gasped from his classmates and left, his robes swept behind him rivaling the Professor's.
The Malfoy heir made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts and found his way to where the Gargoyle was. Saying the password, he wound his way up the stairs and knocked, pausing before hearing the Head Master's response for him to get in.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," The aged man said gravely, quite knowing what the younger man was here for. "What brings you here?" Draco was fidgeting, which was not very like him. "Please." He said, gesturing the chair that faces his table. Draco took it gratefully.
"Professor..." Draco started. "My father sent me a rather lovely letter this morning, and as you know, my father is one of the Dark Lord's follower." The Head Master was quite amused at the young Malfoy's frankness but he never stopped him. "And, as his son, it's quite my duty to follow his path. This letter of his consist of my 'gift' from him and will come and get me 10 o'clock tonight." Draco paused, eyeing the long bearded man.
"This is, a rather graved information, Mr. Malfoy. And it's rather peculiar that your giving you father's identity to the side he is against. As for tonight, he has the every right to take you from school, but it is up to you if you want to."
"I pretty despise the fact that I have to follow my father's steps. But I can't help now, can I?" Draco sighed heavily. "I'll go with him."
Dumbledore looked somber. Draco is a great lost to their side and it would be Voldemort's advantage to have him. "Mr. Malfoy, you know very well, that this gift will mark you. And I don't except one here at my school." He said softly. Draco nodded.
"Yes, sir. I know that very well." Draco smiled at the questioning look the old man gave him. "I like to be a spy for your Order, sir."
And from that on, Draco explained all about the six of them against their family. Millicent Bulstrode. About their changed of heart and mind. His reason for living, Harry. But Dumbledore wasn't about to let Draco do this and his friends, but he insisted. It's the next best thing. He loves being a spy, like those muggle movies he had watched before.
"And what about, Mr. Potter?" His eyes now twinkling, finding it amusing despite the fact that he's risking another life, but Draco is a Malfoy, and surely you can't order them around, even if you are the Head Master of the School.
"I'll write him a letter, sir." Draco said, merely whispering it. The old man just nodded. "I have to go sir. Professor Snape expects me. Probably wants to talk to me about how is it being dangerous and all." Dumbledore smiled sadly at him.
"Welcome to the Order then, Draco." He held out his hand and Draco took it, smiling. "Call me Albus. I would appreciate it."
"Albus it is."
"Only in our private meetings, we want you to blow your cover up..." Fawkes went to Draco and begun singing. "Ah, Fawkes, my Phoenix. You know about them?" Draco nodded, smiling up at the red glowing bird. When a bird sings a song for you, it means it trusted you.
Draco left as the song ended. He was excused for the day, probably because this would be his last day here and will be back when the Holiday is over, hopefully. He went to find the potion master and try and get some help and clue as to what a death eater does, even though he have the slightest clue. Lucius doesn't train Draco for nothing, after all.
He entered the Potions classroom, which was empty. 'Geez, it took me at least 2 hours to take to Albus about this?' He went to the professor's office knocking 3 times and entered when he heard a grunt from the older man.
"Sir." Snape looked up from his papers and eyed Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy." He asked him to sit. "What did the Head Master said?"
"After an hour or two...he can't persuade me not to." Snape's black eyes glittered. "You know Severus that nothing can stop me from doing this." Draco said lazily.
"I see..." said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, his insides trembling, nervous for his favorite student and only God son.
Their conversation much covered about stuff in general. Points to be taken about being a spy. Cold Heart...etc.
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Lunch was uneventful, Pansy and the others were looking at Draco with sympathy. And Draco sneered at them in reply, but thankful inside. He caught Harry glancing at him worriedly, obviously noticed that the Slytherin just missed all their morning classes. He just raised an eyebrow at him, leaving the Golden boy looking confused and flushed.
The afternoon classes were Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. Draco skipped that too in attempt to write Potter his letter. But his attempt was useless anyway and waited for his friends to help him with it, plus the packing of course.
Finally, the five joined him. Laughed at him when they found him, his hair disheveled and his surroundings was covered with crumpled parchment and clothes. The blonde Slytherin was obviously frustrated.
"Need a hand, Draco?" Pansy asked as she started picking his clothes from the floor, snickering. Blaise helped him while Nott, Crabbe and Goyle picked the poor, wasted parchments.
"You're a mess, I hope you know that." Blaise smirked.
Crabbe opened a crumpled parchment and laughed at what he saw. A heart with wings and Harry's name on it. A 'Harry love Draco' scribbled lazily on each side. An unfinished letter was on it too. "Listen to this. Dear Potter, or should I call you Harry?" Draco stood suddenly and tried grabbing the letter from the larger guy.
"Give it here Crabb!" But the guy just held it higher. Goyle and Nott snickered and pulled Draco away from him, obviously wanting to hear the whole of it.
"Your probably wondering why I've written you a letter, you're probably sneering at me now, but I don't mind." Crabbe said, dramatically mocking Draco's voice. "I'm sorry for being a jerk to you, for being an arse all the time. It's just that...you're my frustration. You frustrate me, you know?!" Goyle snorted.
"You called 'THAT' a love letter?" Nott snorted in disgust.
"I did not say it is! Besides! What'd ya' think its crumpled and was lying on the floor?" Draco groaned. "I suck at this!"
"Glad you know." Blaise smiled at him, amused. It's not everyday you find a Malfoy damsel in distressed huh?
"You're not helping, Zabini." Draco glared, massaging his temples. "I'm sooo stressed out." Pansy sadly mad her way to Draco and started massaging his back.
"It'll be alright. We'll help you write a letter and pack. It's the least we can do to help." She said softly. Draco murmured his thanks, his stress started disappearing in Pansy's hands.
"Right. I'll write. You guys dictate." Goyle started and grabbed a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill. "How do you want me to start this?"
**TBC**
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Kristine! Thank you!
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Harry&Draco! Thanks!
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Blade: Whew! That's not so bad for our first try, huh, Fiend?
Fiend: yeah! Its quite good to have reviews! Thank you so much!
Blade: Keep em' coming! ^^;
Disclaimers: We don't own Harry Potter, we merely borrowed it. ^^;
A/N: We've got reviews! We've got reviews! *dances a victory dance*. We're sorry this came out late. If it isn't for Fiend...^^;
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Once they were all settled, Pansy asked this time about what Draco is to do about Potter. They promised, that if ever the time comes that they have to follow the road set to them, they will tell the one they love or rather confess what they really feels about them, that makes Draco to confess to Harry what he truly felt for the Gryffindor.
"I don't know. He's definitely mad at me...he always does." He grimaced at the thought.
"Tell him straight in the face..." Nott suggested bluntly.
"Oh that would be just cheerful, isn't it Nott? 'Harry, just second, I just want to confess my undying love for you before my father takes me..." Draco mocked. "He'll probably laugh at me."
"Or maybe have a heart attack...out of joy, maybe?" Crabbe said.
"I told you that Potter doesn't have a thing for me..." The silver-haired Slytherin reminded them.
"Oh come on now, Draco! Rumors have it! Harry is head over heals for you!" Blaise said delightedly.
"Rumors are deadly, Zabini...it can kill you." Was the reply from the pale boy.
"Right..." Pansy added sarcastically. "I haven't heard one who've died of it before."
"I certainly don't want to be the first one." Draco drawled.
"Write him a letter." Goyle suggested out of nowhere. The five of them stared at the biggest guy at the room. He was at the corner, twirling his silver ring around his index finger. His face was downcast and grieved. It's pretty well known that he just lost the one and only girl he loved over Voldemort last year. Millicent Bulstrode was taken by her father and was forced to take the Dark Mark, and was transferred to Durmstrang. She was sending letters then, telling them about how horrible it is to be a jr. Death Eater...and that they should try and escape their fate, if they could. That was then that they started this group. They swore that they're on the Light side and will keep a look to each other.
"Yeah, I guess I could do that..." Draco said. He then stood up and started pacing. "Right...now that everything is settled, we act on them."
They all nodded at what the seventeen year old, blonde-haired guy said and went to attend their classes, Double-potions, with Gryffindor.
~~*~~
Draco, as soon as he entered the Potion classroom, went straight to Snape's table to ask permission to go to the Head Master. Giving the Professor a knowing look, it nodded and granted him the permission he asked for. But before he left, he said to the young Malfoy. "We'll talk about this, Draco." In a rather worried voice, that startled the class. Draco gave him a wry smile of appreciation that earned gasped from his classmates and left, his robes swept behind him rivaling the Professor's.
The Malfoy heir made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts and found his way to where the Gargoyle was. Saying the password, he wound his way up the stairs and knocked, pausing before hearing the Head Master's response for him to get in.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," The aged man said gravely, quite knowing what the younger man was here for. "What brings you here?" Draco was fidgeting, which was not very like him. "Please." He said, gesturing the chair that faces his table. Draco took it gratefully.
"Professor..." Draco started. "My father sent me a rather lovely letter this morning, and as you know, my father is one of the Dark Lord's follower." The Head Master was quite amused at the young Malfoy's frankness but he never stopped him. "And, as his son, it's quite my duty to follow his path. This letter of his consist of my 'gift' from him and will come and get me 10 o'clock tonight." Draco paused, eyeing the long bearded man.
"This is, a rather graved information, Mr. Malfoy. And it's rather peculiar that your giving you father's identity to the side he is against. As for tonight, he has the every right to take you from school, but it is up to you if you want to."
"I pretty despise the fact that I have to follow my father's steps. But I can't help now, can I?" Draco sighed heavily. "I'll go with him."
Dumbledore looked somber. Draco is a great lost to their side and it would be Voldemort's advantage to have him. "Mr. Malfoy, you know very well, that this gift will mark you. And I don't except one here at my school." He said softly. Draco nodded.
"Yes, sir. I know that very well." Draco smiled at the questioning look the old man gave him. "I like to be a spy for your Order, sir."
And from that on, Draco explained all about the six of them against their family. Millicent Bulstrode. About their changed of heart and mind. His reason for living, Harry. But Dumbledore wasn't about to let Draco do this and his friends, but he insisted. It's the next best thing. He loves being a spy, like those muggle movies he had watched before.
"And what about, Mr. Potter?" His eyes now twinkling, finding it amusing despite the fact that he's risking another life, but Draco is a Malfoy, and surely you can't order them around, even if you are the Head Master of the School.
"I'll write him a letter, sir." Draco said, merely whispering it. The old man just nodded. "I have to go sir. Professor Snape expects me. Probably wants to talk to me about how is it being dangerous and all." Dumbledore smiled sadly at him.
"Welcome to the Order then, Draco." He held out his hand and Draco took it, smiling. "Call me Albus. I would appreciate it."
"Albus it is."
"Only in our private meetings, we want you to blow your cover up..." Fawkes went to Draco and begun singing. "Ah, Fawkes, my Phoenix. You know about them?" Draco nodded, smiling up at the red glowing bird. When a bird sings a song for you, it means it trusted you.
Draco left as the song ended. He was excused for the day, probably because this would be his last day here and will be back when the Holiday is over, hopefully. He went to find the potion master and try and get some help and clue as to what a death eater does, even though he have the slightest clue. Lucius doesn't train Draco for nothing, after all.
He entered the Potions classroom, which was empty. 'Geez, it took me at least 2 hours to take to Albus about this?' He went to the professor's office knocking 3 times and entered when he heard a grunt from the older man.
"Sir." Snape looked up from his papers and eyed Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy." He asked him to sit. "What did the Head Master said?"
"After an hour or two...he can't persuade me not to." Snape's black eyes glittered. "You know Severus that nothing can stop me from doing this." Draco said lazily.
"I see..." said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, his insides trembling, nervous for his favorite student and only God son.
Their conversation much covered about stuff in general. Points to be taken about being a spy. Cold Heart...etc.
~~*~~
Lunch was uneventful, Pansy and the others were looking at Draco with sympathy. And Draco sneered at them in reply, but thankful inside. He caught Harry glancing at him worriedly, obviously noticed that the Slytherin just missed all their morning classes. He just raised an eyebrow at him, leaving the Golden boy looking confused and flushed.
The afternoon classes were Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. Draco skipped that too in attempt to write Potter his letter. But his attempt was useless anyway and waited for his friends to help him with it, plus the packing of course.
Finally, the five joined him. Laughed at him when they found him, his hair disheveled and his surroundings was covered with crumpled parchment and clothes. The blonde Slytherin was obviously frustrated.
"Need a hand, Draco?" Pansy asked as she started picking his clothes from the floor, snickering. Blaise helped him while Nott, Crabbe and Goyle picked the poor, wasted parchments.
"You're a mess, I hope you know that." Blaise smirked.
Crabbe opened a crumpled parchment and laughed at what he saw. A heart with wings and Harry's name on it. A 'Harry love Draco' scribbled lazily on each side. An unfinished letter was on it too. "Listen to this. Dear Potter, or should I call you Harry?" Draco stood suddenly and tried grabbing the letter from the larger guy.
"Give it here Crabb!" But the guy just held it higher. Goyle and Nott snickered and pulled Draco away from him, obviously wanting to hear the whole of it.
"Your probably wondering why I've written you a letter, you're probably sneering at me now, but I don't mind." Crabbe said, dramatically mocking Draco's voice. "I'm sorry for being a jerk to you, for being an arse all the time. It's just that...you're my frustration. You frustrate me, you know?!" Goyle snorted.
"You called 'THAT' a love letter?" Nott snorted in disgust.
"I did not say it is! Besides! What'd ya' think its crumpled and was lying on the floor?" Draco groaned. "I suck at this!"
"Glad you know." Blaise smiled at him, amused. It's not everyday you find a Malfoy damsel in distressed huh?
"You're not helping, Zabini." Draco glared, massaging his temples. "I'm sooo stressed out." Pansy sadly mad her way to Draco and started massaging his back.
"It'll be alright. We'll help you write a letter and pack. It's the least we can do to help." She said softly. Draco murmured his thanks, his stress started disappearing in Pansy's hands.
"Right. I'll write. You guys dictate." Goyle started and grabbed a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill. "How do you want me to start this?"
**TBC**
Blade: We would like to thank the following...
Fiend: Ah-huh, ah-huh!
Amneris! Thanks for the compliment!
Lacey! We're glade you like it! Thank you!
Kristine! Thank you!
Minerva-Severus-Dumbledore! Thank you!
BlackMagic! Thank you!
Longbottom! Thanks!
Beautifulelf! Thanks for enjoying it! Your welcome! (when will you update?, hope soon!)
Harry&Draco! Thanks!
Lucius Potter! Here it is!
...^^...! Thanks!
Mi0 Chan! Thanks!
Blade: Whew! That's not so bad for our first try, huh, Fiend?
Fiend: yeah! Its quite good to have reviews! Thank you so much!
Blade: Keep em' coming! ^^;