"Let the best man wins…"
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That sentence kept ringing through his ears a while later after Tom had left.
Draco was lying on his bed, arms crossed behind his forehead and staring at nothing in particular; though, I would better yet say that he was staring at the dormitory's white boring ceiling.
He was in deep thoughts, focused on the day's earlier events.
Tom Sweyn had declared him a challenge, to whom which would win the heart of the emerald-eyed angel. A battle that he must win over, the most important game that he must play and must not lose…
For this duel relay the hand of his future happiness…
His future love…
And of course, this battle relay's on the Malfoy pride….
He sighed desperately as he ran a hand through his white golden locks.
"I must win…" he murmured.
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"It is better to be cautious…for these walls have eyes of their own…" Tom thought as he walked pass a dozen of portraits hanging by the corridors of the dungeons.
The paintings from the portraits seem to be keeping a close eye on him, every inch of his movements eagerly observed. " The old hag truly is quite brilliant, I'm afraid I must praise him for that…" He noted.
He walked pass a portrait of a brewing witch who looked at him suspiciously.
After all, why wouldn't she? Tom, a main student who hadn't been authorized was walking through the corridors in the middle of the night!
She wondered if the new student knew about Filch patrolling the castle grounds.
Fortunately for Riddle, he managed to slip up without having any trouble into crashing with the old geezer and his stinking stray cat.
He went up the stairs, pass the great hall, entered the staff chambers, turn, walk over the corridor, right wing, down the stairs, forward, pass the faculty, left, up the stairs and finally—stop.
He was in front of a rather ugly gargoyle statue.
Yes, he has come to speak terms with Albus.
" Quagsmeere" He bellowed, hearing the password once when he was passing by.
The gargoyle leaped aside, causing the wall to open to reveal its spiral staircase that begins to turn round and round like an escalator.
He stepped forward, waiting until he was on top. He stepped out, and headed towards the Oak door.
He was about to knock the brass knocker when suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a very interesting looking Headmaster…
Dumbledore was wearing a purple sleeping dress (for boys), which awfully looks like a sleeping gown seeing that the fabric was made out of silken lining. His hair and beard seems tangled and poking out everywhere as though he had just came out of bed, which he probably did, Tom thought. His glasses were askew and Albus seems to be busily scratching his… bottom, much to Tom's amazement.
" Oh Tom!" said the man suddenly as thought he had noticed him just now, he had already stopped from his previous…activity. " Nice of you to visit! I was just about to head towards the kitchen to have a cup of hot cocoa, care to join me?" He asked, giving him his trademark glinting eyes.
" My, Albus! You could still be the most humble one as ever even though you are in a very awkward situation. Care to tell me if you do that in front of other guests?" Tom said, the side of his lips quirking upwards.
"Of course I don't! That would be rather rude!" Albus chuckled. " My, seems like I finally had seen the truth from that humble mask of yours… even you have a pride, that's a first." He said.
"Well, I am also human… sometimes people think of me as something more highly like a god because of my successes that they are too blinded to realize of what I really am." He said wisely.
" Now, what do you want us to talk about?"
1 hour after….
" Nice having a discussion with you." Tom commented, as he was about to exit the office towards the large oak door. " Same with you too! I must say that was such an excellent idea for the upcoming holidays! Don't want to let the students die out of their holiday spirits do we? We must sure do try something new sometimes..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
" And when will you announce this to the whole school?" he asked.
"About next week Friday, I assure you that."
Tom just nodded, before heading out the door and shutting it behind him. He led out a devious smile as he leaned against the old wooden door, a strange glint in his cold ember eyes.
"Soon Harry…. soon…."
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He glanced at the time,
4:28
He glanced at the clock a second later,
Still 4:28
He glanced at the clock another second later,
4… 28
AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! , He mentally screamed as he scratched his head irritatingly. Why is time so slow!?! , He asked to himself as the clock finally struck 4:29.
It was his last class for the day, Potions, which is why he really wanted to get out now. Especially when there's a Quidditch practice outside eagerly waiting for you to play on.
It was already Friday afternoon, which means no classes for the whole two friekin' days!
It had been for about a week now after the poem incident and he had already seems to have forgotten all about it. Yet the scent still linger through his nostrils as thought the whole castle had grown a whole field of wild lily flowers.
He sighed heavily as he absently chopped a handful of blue dragon tails, before throwing it at the boiling concoction in the cauldron.
" Mr. Potter!" Snape snarled in delight, having spotted his rival's son committing a mistake. Harry, coming out from his trance gaped stupidly at the said professor for a minute before having enough consciousness to form words into sentences.
"Y-yes professor?" he stuttered.
He oh so wanted to punch the living day-lights out of the greasy-haired man standing right in front of him when he saw a smirk forming on his oily face. "Mr. Potter…." He drawled, Ugghh! He wanted to do it so badly," Haven't you read the instructions on the board? Or are your glasses still not enough for those puny eyes of yours?"
Half of the class, Slytherins of course, had laughed from the lame joke. Only two from them lot didn't seem to find it funny; namely… Tom Sweyn and Draco Malfoy.
They were both clenching they're teeth and muttering curses that all of you can think of that aren't even suitable for PG-13. They both watched as Snape started to sermon him about how he was supposed to put only about half of the chopped blue dragon tail inside the cauldron and not a handful.
The old git looks like he was having the time of his life.
Harry was already getting really pissed off, watching at Snape's ugly mouth as it continuously babbled on and on. " And for that, I have to take—" But he was cut off when a sound rang through the whole classroom, indicating the end of class.
Harry sighed in relief, quickly fixing his things and darting out of the door before Snape could take any more house points like he was intending to do.
Freedom! He thought as a silly smile formed on his lips. He ran towards the Gryffindor tower to retrieve his Firebolt and to get into his Quidditch robes.
He stopped on his tracks as he was now in front of a portrait of a fat lady.
"Password?" she asked.
"Gobblewore" He said. And instantly, the portrait swung open to let him come in. He dashed towards the common room, up the staircase, and into the sixth year boy's dormitory.
He hastily got into his quidditch robes and hurriedly took his firebolt before running back down the staircase to go to the quidditch field.
He entered the field, the cold breeze trickling down his skin. He scanned around the area, and found it was still deserted. Hm. Guess I was still too early then, he thought as he jumped on his broomstick, Guess I'll go warming up. And flew he went, the wind hitting against him, making his silken locks sway on its direction.
He did a few flips and whirls up in the bright blue sky, the ray of the sky reflecting his olive hair, making it turn into a golden brown effect.
Life was good.
"Harry!" someone called his name.
He looked down, only to see a pair of ruby red eyes.
It was Tom, wearing what looks like the Slytherin team's green Quidditch robe, and he was holding a broomstick what seems to be a Nimbus 2001.
Harry swooped down towards the ground, and landed gracefully on two feet. "Oh hey Tom! I didn't know you play on the team..." He said, eyeing on the green robe Tom was wearing.
"Oh! Sorry, I just got the position just yesterday!" He said, smiling at him. "Well congratulations!" Harry beamed, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "What's your position?" He asked.
"Chaser actually, the previous one just graduated last year." He said, eyeing with pleasure at the hand that was still resting on his shoulders.
"Oh! Sorry about that!" Harry suddenly said, retrieving his hand, but Tom had immediately caught it in midway. He leaned forward, blowing on Harry's left ear.
Harry shivered, his face starting to redden.
"Oh not really…" Tom murmured, " I really don't mind at all…" he said, and licked on Harry's earlobe.
Oh my—did he just lick on my earlobe!? Harry was starting to get really dizzy, his face getting really hot and red as a tomato.
"Harry!" someone suddenly said.
Tom immediately let go of his hand; much to Harry's relieved, and shot his head up to see who had disturbed him from his little ecstasy.
Oliver wood came sprinting towards the field, looking at Tom in suspicion. "Oh hey Wood!" Harry breathed.
Oliver faced the Slytherin Chaser, looking at him suspiciously. " You must be the new Slytherin Chaser am I right?" he asked. Tom nodded. "Tom Sweyn." He said nonchantily, crossing his arms.
" I thought your lot were suppose to practice after ours?" He asked again. " We do, I just came here early so that I could warm up a bit." The Slytherin answered.
"Well it's already our practice hour so I would suggest that you leave this field at once." Wood said a bit gruff. " Don't worry, I was about to…" he replied as he headed back towards the castle. " See you later Harry…" Tom said as he waved, not looking back.
Oliver growled, as Harry blushed, touching his left ear with his palm.
From a large oak tree, a figure watch at the retrieving brunette, glaring at him with pure hatred.
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Quidditch practice where over, it had been great! Oliver had been teaching them new strategies into beating the Slytherin team.
He went beck towards the Gryffindor tower. He was exhausted.
He spotted Ron and Hermione in the corner. As usual, Hermione's nose was buried on a book; Ron, on the other hand, was desperately trying to let him kiss her.
He chuckled at this, quite hopeless lovebirds…
He carefully walked up the stairs, too tired having to do most of the work on quidditch practice.
Damn Wood…
Finally reaching the top, he turned the knob of the sixth year room… only to find it locked.
He cursed inwardly, before taking out his wand from his robes, incase of emergencies.
"Alohamora…" he murmured. He heard a click, and the door swung open.
He entered inside, and shut the door behind him. He was feeling a little bit drowsy so he didn't bother to open her eyes. He was about to head toward the bed when suddenly, he heard a scrunching noise, as thought he had just stepped over something. He opened his eyes to see that it was a rose bud. He picked it up, caressing the petals.
"You poor little thing…" he murmured.
He averted his eyes forward, and gasped at the sight of the place where his bed was set in position.
His bed was filled with dozen of roses, some were scattered on the floor, some laid neatly on his side table and atop of his trunk.
Even if his bed was filled with red wild roses, he could still see that the sheets were replaced with red silken sheets of fine fabric. The pillow covers were replaced with white silken ones.
Only tree words was all he could use to describe this incredulous scenery:
"Oh…my…god…"
TBC
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Sorry if this chapter took so long! I was having a break; I got into reading Digimon and Pokemon slash fics. Hehe! Oh yeah, to Maximum Poofy, Your story's still great as ever! ^_^
Ok, this is my reply to all 17 reviewers who had reviewed chapter 6:
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