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Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 18: Trouble
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Draco and Harry stared at the shadowy figure before them. They had a look of pure shock written on their faces. On the figure's face was a look of amusement and deviousness. A very bad combination, at least in Draco's eyes. What could only be described as a smirk had appeared on the figure's lips. Harry and Draco stared wide eyed, not sure as to whether they should run or stand their ground. Running, it seemed, was out of the question. The figure was blocking the only way out of this dead-end corridor. They both held their breath, as the figure moved to speak.
"... ... ...Meow." The voice was tainted with evil laughter, Draco just knew it.
"Why I 'oughta!" Draco suddenly growled, breaking away from Harry and leaping towards the body in front of him.
"Draco, stop!" Harry exclaimed, trying to grab onto the pale blonde's shoulder. "It's just Ms. Norris. She can't do anything!"
"No?" Draco said, glaring at the cat. "I bet she'll tell Filch about us! I just know it!!"
"She's a cat." Harry stated. He watched as the cat quickly turned and went back through the door she had come from. "But, she can alert Filch as to where we are. Let's go, class is gonna start soon."
"Yeah, yeah." Draco mumbled, still staring after Ms. Norris. As they walked the corrider, Draco's eyes darted to every nook and cranny.
"Why are you so panicky?" Harry asked. "Don't worry." He smiled softly and slid his hand into Draco's. "Just relax."
Draco tension immediately ceased and he shot Harry a sly smile. Harry leaned his head agaisnt Draco's lightly and Draco squeezed his hand. They walked the rest of the hall this way, untill they came upon the corner they had made out at last time. They stopped and looked at each other. Reluctantly, they released each other's hands. They stood still a moment, listening to a couple students enter the Potions classroom.
Harry couldn't stop himself. He quickly grabbed Draco by the collar and pulled him over to him. Harry pressed his lips against Draco's. Draco gave sound of shock, that seemed to turn into a moan. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco tightly, as though he was afraid he was going to lose him. Draco cupped Harry's face passionately. In the mists of the passion, Harry bit Draco's lower lip. Draco let out a mixture of a loud grunt and moan.
"Sounds like a couple of students are getting too friendly." A voice said from near the Potions classroom door. Draco and Harry hardly noticed it, but they did notice the hand grabbing Draco roughly by the shoulder and yanking him out of Harry's grasp. Draco made an uncharacteristic whimper while Harry shrank with fear against the wall. While Harry was brave, as is the Gryffindor trait, he was unable to feel as such in this type of situation. He had just been caught making out with his boyfriend. What's worse, he got caught making out with his boyfriend, who happened to be Draco Malfoy! And if it could get any worse then that, he just got caught by Severus Snape. A teacher who's life circled around torturing him.
Harry watched the expression on Snape's face curiously, but still with fear. Snape didn't look at Draco, it was as though he refused to. It seems catching his favorite student in such an embrace with The Boy Who Lived was too much. Snape didn't speak. He didn't even blink or move. He just glared. Glared at Harry with a passion that made Harry want to run away in terror.
Draco half expected Harry to burst into flames at that moment from Snape's look. Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, Harry stood there shaking like a little boy. Not that Draco was doing any better. Snape's hand was still gripping his shoulder. Gripping, as it seems, was not a strong enough word for it. Crushing was more likely. Draco weakened under the Professor's grip and nearly fell to the floor. Who knew a Potions Master would have the Iron Claw for a hand?
"With me. NOW." Snape growled. He finally released Draco and turned, heading to his classroom. He lead the two through the doors and past quite a few curious glances, especailly comming from Hermione and Ron. Finally they walked through a back door that, honestly, Harry never noticed. They ended up in what seemed to be Snape's office. He motioned for them to sit down, then stood behind his desk, trying to look deadly and terrifying.
"S-sir, we can explain." Draco suddenly said. Snape tried to ignore the boy, but failed miserably.
"Explain what?!" Snape boomed. "Why you were sucking face with the Famous Mister Potter! I'd love to hear the explination! What? Were you under the influence of soemthing? A curse perhaps? What in your right mind, Draco Malfoy, made you succumb to th-th-thAT!"
"Well, I-"
"I dont' want to hear it!" Snape interupted. He let out a long breath and slumped down into his chair. A look of disbelief and shock finally swept over the man's face. His dark onyx eyes trained upon his desk. Thoughts were streaming through his head, things he didn't want to think about. He didn't want to recall what he'd seen them do. He didn't want to remember that look of passion and excitement that he had seen on his favorite student's face. Snape slowly looked up at Draco. Draco was staring at the floor, but occasionally stealing glances at Harry.
"I'm going to alert Professor Dumbledore of this." Snape said slowly. Harry stared at Snape in even more horror than that of before. Draco continued to stare at the floor, but was breathing quite heavily. "I don't understand what is going on here... But this thing is not going to be allowed. I-"
"Allowed!" Draco screamed, standing up. "Is that it? Allowed?!"
"Draco." Snape said in a warning. Draco fumed.
"No!" He insisted. "This isn't fair! It's not! How dare you say this 'thing' isn't to be allowed!" Draco lowered his voice into deadly stance. "I will not let you treat me or Harry this way. Just because we are different. I wont let you, Snape."
"I suggest you stop speaking now, Malfoy, before you dig yourself into an even deeper hole." Snape said, narrowing his eyes. Draco took a deep breath and sat back down, his eyes returning to the floor.
"Professor Snape, do you really have to bring this up to Dumbledore?" Harry asked timidly. Snape looked at him as though he had lost his marbles.
"What kind fo question is that?" Snape asked. "I do and I am."
As though to prove his point, he walked over to the fireplace in the corner and picked up some floo-powder. He tossed the powder into the flames, muttered something, and waited. A second later Professor Dumbledore's head popped into view. "May I help you, Severus?"
"Headmaster, we have a problem." Snape told him, glancing back to glare at the two boys.
"Yes, what is it?" He asked, slightly concerned.
"I would prefer to tell you this in person, if you don't mind." Snape seemed a bit uncomfortable at that moment.
"Very well, come on up to my office." Dumbledore said. And with that, his head disapeared with a little pop. Harry and Draco exchanged glaces. They were about to have the most uncomfortable, embarrasing, scary meeting of their lives.
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And i leave you with that! ^.^ So, how should Dumbledore take it? Will he be approving and supportive, distant and uncomfortable, or angry? Hmmm... choices, oh the choices! *light bulb* Idea! I think I'm going to bring a little of Snapes "past" in here. (from when he was in school). hehe, it might make for a good spin off story.
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Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 18: Trouble
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Draco and Harry stared at the shadowy figure before them. They had a look of pure shock written on their faces. On the figure's face was a look of amusement and deviousness. A very bad combination, at least in Draco's eyes. What could only be described as a smirk had appeared on the figure's lips. Harry and Draco stared wide eyed, not sure as to whether they should run or stand their ground. Running, it seemed, was out of the question. The figure was blocking the only way out of this dead-end corridor. They both held their breath, as the figure moved to speak.
"... ... ...Meow." The voice was tainted with evil laughter, Draco just knew it.
"Why I 'oughta!" Draco suddenly growled, breaking away from Harry and leaping towards the body in front of him.
"Draco, stop!" Harry exclaimed, trying to grab onto the pale blonde's shoulder. "It's just Ms. Norris. She can't do anything!"
"No?" Draco said, glaring at the cat. "I bet she'll tell Filch about us! I just know it!!"
"She's a cat." Harry stated. He watched as the cat quickly turned and went back through the door she had come from. "But, she can alert Filch as to where we are. Let's go, class is gonna start soon."
"Yeah, yeah." Draco mumbled, still staring after Ms. Norris. As they walked the corrider, Draco's eyes darted to every nook and cranny.
"Why are you so panicky?" Harry asked. "Don't worry." He smiled softly and slid his hand into Draco's. "Just relax."
Draco tension immediately ceased and he shot Harry a sly smile. Harry leaned his head agaisnt Draco's lightly and Draco squeezed his hand. They walked the rest of the hall this way, untill they came upon the corner they had made out at last time. They stopped and looked at each other. Reluctantly, they released each other's hands. They stood still a moment, listening to a couple students enter the Potions classroom.
Harry couldn't stop himself. He quickly grabbed Draco by the collar and pulled him over to him. Harry pressed his lips against Draco's. Draco gave sound of shock, that seemed to turn into a moan. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco tightly, as though he was afraid he was going to lose him. Draco cupped Harry's face passionately. In the mists of the passion, Harry bit Draco's lower lip. Draco let out a mixture of a loud grunt and moan.
"Sounds like a couple of students are getting too friendly." A voice said from near the Potions classroom door. Draco and Harry hardly noticed it, but they did notice the hand grabbing Draco roughly by the shoulder and yanking him out of Harry's grasp. Draco made an uncharacteristic whimper while Harry shrank with fear against the wall. While Harry was brave, as is the Gryffindor trait, he was unable to feel as such in this type of situation. He had just been caught making out with his boyfriend. What's worse, he got caught making out with his boyfriend, who happened to be Draco Malfoy! And if it could get any worse then that, he just got caught by Severus Snape. A teacher who's life circled around torturing him.
Harry watched the expression on Snape's face curiously, but still with fear. Snape didn't look at Draco, it was as though he refused to. It seems catching his favorite student in such an embrace with The Boy Who Lived was too much. Snape didn't speak. He didn't even blink or move. He just glared. Glared at Harry with a passion that made Harry want to run away in terror.
Draco half expected Harry to burst into flames at that moment from Snape's look. Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, Harry stood there shaking like a little boy. Not that Draco was doing any better. Snape's hand was still gripping his shoulder. Gripping, as it seems, was not a strong enough word for it. Crushing was more likely. Draco weakened under the Professor's grip and nearly fell to the floor. Who knew a Potions Master would have the Iron Claw for a hand?
"With me. NOW." Snape growled. He finally released Draco and turned, heading to his classroom. He lead the two through the doors and past quite a few curious glances, especailly comming from Hermione and Ron. Finally they walked through a back door that, honestly, Harry never noticed. They ended up in what seemed to be Snape's office. He motioned for them to sit down, then stood behind his desk, trying to look deadly and terrifying.
"S-sir, we can explain." Draco suddenly said. Snape tried to ignore the boy, but failed miserably.
"Explain what?!" Snape boomed. "Why you were sucking face with the Famous Mister Potter! I'd love to hear the explination! What? Were you under the influence of soemthing? A curse perhaps? What in your right mind, Draco Malfoy, made you succumb to th-th-thAT!"
"Well, I-"
"I dont' want to hear it!" Snape interupted. He let out a long breath and slumped down into his chair. A look of disbelief and shock finally swept over the man's face. His dark onyx eyes trained upon his desk. Thoughts were streaming through his head, things he didn't want to think about. He didn't want to recall what he'd seen them do. He didn't want to remember that look of passion and excitement that he had seen on his favorite student's face. Snape slowly looked up at Draco. Draco was staring at the floor, but occasionally stealing glances at Harry.
"I'm going to alert Professor Dumbledore of this." Snape said slowly. Harry stared at Snape in even more horror than that of before. Draco continued to stare at the floor, but was breathing quite heavily. "I don't understand what is going on here... But this thing is not going to be allowed. I-"
"Allowed!" Draco screamed, standing up. "Is that it? Allowed?!"
"Draco." Snape said in a warning. Draco fumed.
"No!" He insisted. "This isn't fair! It's not! How dare you say this 'thing' isn't to be allowed!" Draco lowered his voice into deadly stance. "I will not let you treat me or Harry this way. Just because we are different. I wont let you, Snape."
"I suggest you stop speaking now, Malfoy, before you dig yourself into an even deeper hole." Snape said, narrowing his eyes. Draco took a deep breath and sat back down, his eyes returning to the floor.
"Professor Snape, do you really have to bring this up to Dumbledore?" Harry asked timidly. Snape looked at him as though he had lost his marbles.
"What kind fo question is that?" Snape asked. "I do and I am."
As though to prove his point, he walked over to the fireplace in the corner and picked up some floo-powder. He tossed the powder into the flames, muttered something, and waited. A second later Professor Dumbledore's head popped into view. "May I help you, Severus?"
"Headmaster, we have a problem." Snape told him, glancing back to glare at the two boys.
"Yes, what is it?" He asked, slightly concerned.
"I would prefer to tell you this in person, if you don't mind." Snape seemed a bit uncomfortable at that moment.
"Very well, come on up to my office." Dumbledore said. And with that, his head disapeared with a little pop. Harry and Draco exchanged glaces. They were about to have the most uncomfortable, embarrasing, scary meeting of their lives.
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And i leave you with that! ^.^ So, how should Dumbledore take it? Will he be approving and supportive, distant and uncomfortable, or angry? Hmmm... choices, oh the choices! *light bulb* Idea! I think I'm going to bring a little of Snapes "past" in here. (from when he was in school). hehe, it might make for a good spin off story.
