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CHAPTER 4-
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A few small birds landed on the roof of the house and started twittering in irritating high voices. The humidity was unbearable. Draco Malfoy had nothing to talk about, and Harry Potter dropped the tin of car polish, scaring away the noisy birds. "So?" Harry asked.
Malfoy honestly didn't know what topic of conversation to pick. He squinted at the hedge, wondering if the Dursleys had garden gnomes. "Well... I don't know... any questions you would like to ask?" he said, feeling very lame indeed.
"Okay, tell me why your family hates me so much. Is it really because I caused Voldemorts downfall, I mean, before he rose again?"
A hard question. Malfoy wondered if he should tell the truth. "Well..." he said slowly, stalling, "It's..."
"Yes? Well? It's?" Harry asked, polishing a hubcap with as much strength as possible. Uncle Vernon had stated that he wished his hubcap to have mirror-like qualities, which meant that when he looked into it, he should be able to see his ugly pasty face in in, complete with the blotches and the disgusting mustache.
"Well... It's beacuse, see... when they were in school my father had a crush on yours... then they started going out, but eventually your father got persuaded to leave him by those gryffindor friends of his. My father was bloody upset when he met your mom."
There was only one way to say this. Harry got a freaking hell of a shock. He tried to look up suddenly, and only succeeded in hitting his head on the side-view mirror. Malfoy bit his tongue nervously, and listened to Harry groan in pain, rub his head, and check to see if the mirror was damaged. He took a deep breath and said in regret, "I don't think I should have told you that. Sorry."
"No, it's ok. I'm a pretty open-minded person, that definitely was a frightening bit of morning news."
Malfoy had a funny expression on his face. He was chewing on his lower lip, but Harry noticed that in his eye, was what looked like one of Dumbledore's famous eye-twinkles. "You were kidding me, weren't you, Malfoy?" he asked, confused by the twinkle. He picked up the cloth and started polishing the hubcap again.
"No, I'm not kidding. You can ask my father, but I doubt he'll admit it. He would strangle you and hang you outside our house first."
"Oh, haha, Malfoy. I think you did come here to make me miserable after all. Stop talking rot. I suppose next you're going to tell me you found all that out by reading your dear old dad's secret diary."
A blank look allowed itself to settle. "Well, even if you don't believe me, I did. My father did have a diary."
Harry shot a 'prove-it' look at Malfoy.
"Look, I'd show it to you, but it's hidden in a compartment behind the bookshelves in my parents' room. I don't think my mother even knows about it. And in case you were wondering, not my entire family hates you."
"Really?" said Harry, trying to be sarcastic, "Don't tell me you have a sister starting school next year and she has a crush on me or something." He was reminded of Ginny, who still made small incoherent noises evertime they happened to meet at corners.
"Not exactly..."
"OK. An aunt? A cousin? A distant distant relative? Or the worse, your mother?"
"Not telling" replied Malfoy firmly. "It's bad morning news, and this time, that mirror thing would probably break off."
Harry stared. 'Not exactly? Not telling?' Someone in Malfoy's family had a crush or 'something' on him? "April Fools' day is past and Gone, Malfoy. Stop kidding around. Are you trying to drive my curiousity meter nuts? Well too bad, I don't care."
"You don't? Well, Potter, how about if I told you that I, have fallen in love with you?"
Both Malfoy's and Harry's mouths fell open. Neither could believe that Malfoy had just said that. Harry was about to ask... but the other boy had scooted back into the house.
*****
Later at night, after pointedly avoiding Malfoy for the rest of the day, Harry finally returned to his room. He had a lot of things clear off his mind. //I know I'm an open-minded guy, but Malfoy?// He needed to ask a few questions too, just that the other boy seemed to be talking to himself.
"Hello?" Harry waved his hand in front of Malfoy's face. "You can't," he was saying repeatedly. Harry was starting to get a little worried. Perhaps Malfoy belonged in Saint Mungo's... [[Harry Potter. What a delight to meet you.]] An echoing voice sounded in his head. Harry looked around, but the voice was in his head, not entering through his ears. The same voice, that he had heard in Knockturn alley. Then the voice left his head, but he could hear what it was saying to Malfoy.
"Get out!" Malfoy said to the voice it his head, but it just laughed. [[Little Draco has found himself a boyfriend. Like father like son. And unfortunately nothing has been learnt from past mistakes.]] His head was beginning to hurt badly. "Go away," he hissed.[[It's such fun, being able to torment people when they can do nothing about it.]] Malfoy closed his eyes. "As long as I am happy, there is nothing YOU can do." he said. [[Happy? I will make sure you never are.]]
"I know who you are. My father sent you. I know your weaknesses. I will win."
[[You will win? Interesting. How pathetic that sounds too. I will return]] The voice left. "Who was that?" Harry asked, in slight horror. There was definitely something spooky about hearing a voice in your head, especially when you couldn't do a thing about it.
"Xenophon," Malfoy replied. "He's a death-eater. My father probably got him to watch over me. Not as a guardian, but to ensure I don't spill any of Lord Voldemort's secret plans or something. You know about my father being a death-eater. You saw him yourself. "
"Yes, but you were saying... I know your weaknesses? He has weaknesses? How...?"
"Yes, he does. I know how it all works. No one is ever truly contented, so he is able to enter our minds by making use of the distractions we feel. The only way to prevent him from reaching you is to cut of any distracting thoughts." (Author: *Ahemkoffkoff* I am pretty sure we all know what this leads to. :D)
"That sounds kinda like a dementor." Harry remarked. Then he wondered about Sirius, and whether he had reached Professor Lupin. He decided to write a letter to his godfather later, when Malfoy was asleep.
[[Draco is giving away my secrets. How perfectly nasty.]] Xenophon was back, speaking to both of them.
Malfoy was chewing his lower lip again, but this time with a look of alsolute determination. He looked at Harry seriously and said, "Sorry for this, but just work with me. We might be able to drive him out." Harry had no time to react before Malfoy threw his arms around him. The next thing was that Malfoy's lips were on his. Harry had never kissed before, and never in his scariest nightmare would he imagine his first kissing encounter to be with his enemy-of-four-years.
[[Trying to get rid of me?]] said Xenophon mockingly? Harry pulled away and took a deep breath. His face was hot. Malfoy still had his arms around him. [[Silly little boys. As if that would work.]]
"What were you doing?!" Harry suddenly shouted, realising what had just happened. Malfoy looked sheepish. "I kissed you." he stated the obvious. Xenophon was laughing. A cold, high-pitched laugh not unlike Voldemort's. "Well, then this Xenophon guy is right! As if that would work!"
Malfoy still looked sheepish, despite the fact that there was a voice around, which belonged to a person who could actually see everything that was happening. "I did think it would work," he continued, "besides, I thought you were open-minded." Harry was glaring at him, and Xenophon was still laughing.
"Well, even if I actually knew how to kiss, and willingly did it, I don't see any sense in the act, because this Xenophon could be in our minds the whole day, and we would end up kissing the whole day to counter it."
[[Potter is smart. Very unexpected. Looks like Draco here was looking for an excuse to plant a smooch on your delicate lips.]]
Harry's blush wouldn't leave his face and he felt as if bluebell flames were dancing across the surface of his cheeks. He turned to Malfoy. "Were you?" he demanded.
"I guess." Malfoy said, blushing furiously too. "Mr Open-minded." he added. Xenophon started laughing again, and Malfoy wished he could first of all, take away his voice, then lock him in a really small dungeon with Professor Trelawney. There had to be another way to get rid of him.
*****
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CHAPTER 4-
*****
A few small birds landed on the roof of the house and started twittering in irritating high voices. The humidity was unbearable. Draco Malfoy had nothing to talk about, and Harry Potter dropped the tin of car polish, scaring away the noisy birds. "So?" Harry asked.
Malfoy honestly didn't know what topic of conversation to pick. He squinted at the hedge, wondering if the Dursleys had garden gnomes. "Well... I don't know... any questions you would like to ask?" he said, feeling very lame indeed.
"Okay, tell me why your family hates me so much. Is it really because I caused Voldemorts downfall, I mean, before he rose again?"
A hard question. Malfoy wondered if he should tell the truth. "Well..." he said slowly, stalling, "It's..."
"Yes? Well? It's?" Harry asked, polishing a hubcap with as much strength as possible. Uncle Vernon had stated that he wished his hubcap to have mirror-like qualities, which meant that when he looked into it, he should be able to see his ugly pasty face in in, complete with the blotches and the disgusting mustache.
"Well... It's beacuse, see... when they were in school my father had a crush on yours... then they started going out, but eventually your father got persuaded to leave him by those gryffindor friends of his. My father was bloody upset when he met your mom."
There was only one way to say this. Harry got a freaking hell of a shock. He tried to look up suddenly, and only succeeded in hitting his head on the side-view mirror. Malfoy bit his tongue nervously, and listened to Harry groan in pain, rub his head, and check to see if the mirror was damaged. He took a deep breath and said in regret, "I don't think I should have told you that. Sorry."
"No, it's ok. I'm a pretty open-minded person, that definitely was a frightening bit of morning news."
Malfoy had a funny expression on his face. He was chewing on his lower lip, but Harry noticed that in his eye, was what looked like one of Dumbledore's famous eye-twinkles. "You were kidding me, weren't you, Malfoy?" he asked, confused by the twinkle. He picked up the cloth and started polishing the hubcap again.
"No, I'm not kidding. You can ask my father, but I doubt he'll admit it. He would strangle you and hang you outside our house first."
"Oh, haha, Malfoy. I think you did come here to make me miserable after all. Stop talking rot. I suppose next you're going to tell me you found all that out by reading your dear old dad's secret diary."
A blank look allowed itself to settle. "Well, even if you don't believe me, I did. My father did have a diary."
Harry shot a 'prove-it' look at Malfoy.
"Look, I'd show it to you, but it's hidden in a compartment behind the bookshelves in my parents' room. I don't think my mother even knows about it. And in case you were wondering, not my entire family hates you."
"Really?" said Harry, trying to be sarcastic, "Don't tell me you have a sister starting school next year and she has a crush on me or something." He was reminded of Ginny, who still made small incoherent noises evertime they happened to meet at corners.
"Not exactly..."
"OK. An aunt? A cousin? A distant distant relative? Or the worse, your mother?"
"Not telling" replied Malfoy firmly. "It's bad morning news, and this time, that mirror thing would probably break off."
Harry stared. 'Not exactly? Not telling?' Someone in Malfoy's family had a crush or 'something' on him? "April Fools' day is past and Gone, Malfoy. Stop kidding around. Are you trying to drive my curiousity meter nuts? Well too bad, I don't care."
"You don't? Well, Potter, how about if I told you that I, have fallen in love with you?"
Both Malfoy's and Harry's mouths fell open. Neither could believe that Malfoy had just said that. Harry was about to ask... but the other boy had scooted back into the house.
*****
Later at night, after pointedly avoiding Malfoy for the rest of the day, Harry finally returned to his room. He had a lot of things clear off his mind. //I know I'm an open-minded guy, but Malfoy?// He needed to ask a few questions too, just that the other boy seemed to be talking to himself.
"Hello?" Harry waved his hand in front of Malfoy's face. "You can't," he was saying repeatedly. Harry was starting to get a little worried. Perhaps Malfoy belonged in Saint Mungo's... [[Harry Potter. What a delight to meet you.]] An echoing voice sounded in his head. Harry looked around, but the voice was in his head, not entering through his ears. The same voice, that he had heard in Knockturn alley. Then the voice left his head, but he could hear what it was saying to Malfoy.
"Get out!" Malfoy said to the voice it his head, but it just laughed. [[Little Draco has found himself a boyfriend. Like father like son. And unfortunately nothing has been learnt from past mistakes.]] His head was beginning to hurt badly. "Go away," he hissed.[[It's such fun, being able to torment people when they can do nothing about it.]] Malfoy closed his eyes. "As long as I am happy, there is nothing YOU can do." he said. [[Happy? I will make sure you never are.]]
"I know who you are. My father sent you. I know your weaknesses. I will win."
[[You will win? Interesting. How pathetic that sounds too. I will return]] The voice left. "Who was that?" Harry asked, in slight horror. There was definitely something spooky about hearing a voice in your head, especially when you couldn't do a thing about it.
"Xenophon," Malfoy replied. "He's a death-eater. My father probably got him to watch over me. Not as a guardian, but to ensure I don't spill any of Lord Voldemort's secret plans or something. You know about my father being a death-eater. You saw him yourself. "
"Yes, but you were saying... I know your weaknesses? He has weaknesses? How...?"
"Yes, he does. I know how it all works. No one is ever truly contented, so he is able to enter our minds by making use of the distractions we feel. The only way to prevent him from reaching you is to cut of any distracting thoughts." (Author: *Ahemkoffkoff* I am pretty sure we all know what this leads to. :D)
"That sounds kinda like a dementor." Harry remarked. Then he wondered about Sirius, and whether he had reached Professor Lupin. He decided to write a letter to his godfather later, when Malfoy was asleep.
[[Draco is giving away my secrets. How perfectly nasty.]] Xenophon was back, speaking to both of them.
Malfoy was chewing his lower lip again, but this time with a look of alsolute determination. He looked at Harry seriously and said, "Sorry for this, but just work with me. We might be able to drive him out." Harry had no time to react before Malfoy threw his arms around him. The next thing was that Malfoy's lips were on his. Harry had never kissed before, and never in his scariest nightmare would he imagine his first kissing encounter to be with his enemy-of-four-years.
[[Trying to get rid of me?]] said Xenophon mockingly? Harry pulled away and took a deep breath. His face was hot. Malfoy still had his arms around him. [[Silly little boys. As if that would work.]]
"What were you doing?!" Harry suddenly shouted, realising what had just happened. Malfoy looked sheepish. "I kissed you." he stated the obvious. Xenophon was laughing. A cold, high-pitched laugh not unlike Voldemort's. "Well, then this Xenophon guy is right! As if that would work!"
Malfoy still looked sheepish, despite the fact that there was a voice around, which belonged to a person who could actually see everything that was happening. "I did think it would work," he continued, "besides, I thought you were open-minded." Harry was glaring at him, and Xenophon was still laughing.
"Well, even if I actually knew how to kiss, and willingly did it, I don't see any sense in the act, because this Xenophon could be in our minds the whole day, and we would end up kissing the whole day to counter it."
[[Potter is smart. Very unexpected. Looks like Draco here was looking for an excuse to plant a smooch on your delicate lips.]]
Harry's blush wouldn't leave his face and he felt as if bluebell flames were dancing across the surface of his cheeks. He turned to Malfoy. "Were you?" he demanded.
"I guess." Malfoy said, blushing furiously too. "Mr Open-minded." he added. Xenophon started laughing again, and Malfoy wished he could first of all, take away his voice, then lock him in a really small dungeon with Professor Trelawney. There had to be another way to get rid of him.
*****
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