Beverly: Back again. Obi-wan says it isn't so bad, one of my friends says it's really great and I have 17 reviews. Yay! And Sailor Millennium, a friend of mine brought this up. Snape knows because he's the one Drake would have talked to when he first got his wings. Anyhow…story.
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Harry was sitting in the Great Hall, playing with his breakfast.
"Harry, eat. We have to leave soon."
"I'm not hungry."
Ron looked at him strangely.
"Alright, what did Malfoy do to you?"
"Nothing. I have a strange dream two days ago and I was thinking about it, that's all."
Hermione gasped.
"Not that kind of dream, Herms. Voldemort was NOT in it, nor any of his followers."
Well, that might be stretching it, but who knew Draco's intentions? Harry sighed and returned to his eggs and bacon. The door banged loudly and he looked up, like nearly everybody else. The one who had slammed the door, Draco, was stomping in, livid. Behind his was Snape, who seemed to be …lecturing… his favorite student. A rare sight, it kept the attention of most students. Harry, still very much annoyed with the Slytherin, returned to his uneaten dish… that is, until the heated whispers became extremely loud.
"He doesn't have his bloody wings yet! He needs awakening, Professor. I know the history through books, and even a 'memory,' which is more than most can say. Do NOT lecture me on what I must do."
Harry turned red. Leave it to Malfoy to make the most embarrassing part the loudest.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have breakfast BEFORE the end of double potions."
"Very well, Mister Malfoy. I expect you won't be late."
"Oh course not."
Draco stalked off to his seat, leaving Snape to notice the stares.
"What are you all looking at? Return to your meals."
Ron and Hermione started talking.
"Doesn't have wings yet? Needs awakening? What in the bloody hell are they talking about? Angels get wings at birth, don't they."
"Actually, Ron, I read something about two type of angels, destruction and healing or something. No wait, protection, it's not the same thing. They're normal wizards or witches at birth, but get awakened and take on their wings and powers. Normally, they only appear during times of need, maybe because You-Know-Who is back. They can conceal their wings but it builds up energy and it'll overflow at some point, forcing them to let them out. Also, they always end up working together."
Harry inwardly groaned.
"Know anything else."
"No, the book didn't go in too much detail. We can look it up though."
"So, think either Malfoy or Snape is one of them?"
"It seems so. Probably Malfoy, since he has the memories. I wonder who the boy they were talking about is."
"Yeah, me too. What do you think, Harry?"
"Uhh…I…umm… don't know."
Ron raised an eyebrow and stared.
"Are you ok?"
"No… I mean yes! I'm perfectly fine."
"Right. Well, it's nearly time for Double Potions. We should go."
Ron and Harry made a face at Hermione.
"Oh, come on. We can't be late with Snape in such a wicked mood."
"All right. We're coming, we're coming."
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The trio descended the stairs and Harry had a premonition.
"Something tells me I'm in trouble."
"That's silly, Harry."
Sure enough, when they got there-
"Mister Potter. I'd like a word with you."
"Ouch. What'd you do, Harry?"
"I have no idea, Ron."
"NOW if you don't mind. Unless you think yourself above your teachers."
Harry edged towards Snape's office while Ron and Hermione stared.
"Poor Harry."
"You can say that again."
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Severus closed the door behind Harry, who realized they weren't alone.
"Hello Potter."
"Malfoy."
He nodded and sat in the chair Severus had pointed him to. Snape glanced at them both.
"Potter, I'm sure you heard part of our conversation at breakfast. We'd like to talk to you about it."
Draco grumbled.
"Why can't you do it by yourself, Professor?"
"You're the angel, Mister Malfoy."
"Yes, well, I didn't have a choice."
"I don't want wings either, Malfoy."
Draco sighed heavily and turned his eyes to the floor. He suddenly became VERY interested in a stone when his Potions Master started talking.
"You need to be awakened, Potter."
"I know that."
"Well, you need to find out who you love through…unusual… circumstances."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"What if I already know?"
Harry crossed his arms defiantly and Snape opened his mouth to speak, but Draco was faster.
"Love is very much like life, Potter. It usually isn't what you expect it to be."
"How would you know, Malfoy? Everyone knew about you and Parkinson."
"You just don't get it, do you?"
"Don't get what?"
Draco looked away.
"Remember when you said I was hiding something?"
"Of course."
"Well…"
Draco stood up and walked over to Harry's chair. After uncomfortably standing for a while, wondering if he should do what he was about to and strengthening his resolve, he placed his knee on an empty spot to make sure he wouldn't fall and he leaned in, hand on arm rests. He brushed his lips against Harry's, but quickly moved away, though the taste still lingered.
"See you around, Potter. Professor."
He walked away, leaving Harry dumbfounded.
"Stand up, Mister Potter. You have a class to attend."
Yeah, sure. Double Potions with Draco Malfoy, his arch nemesis. Which, by the way, had just pretty much kissed him. Great. Really great.
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Beverly: Well, Draco's showing his true colors at least. Wait, his wings already did that. Oh well…Review and hope to see you next chapter. Bye
