It was the last day of school before the holiday. Everyone's thoughts were rushing on their holidays. It was the last lesson of the day, no wonder no one were focusing on their lessons. Not even Draco Malfoy. Even though Snape was pacing back and forth around the class reminding him 'Pay attention, Draco' but he seems not to heed at all. All of his thoughts kept stirring back to a raven-haired figure sitting in front of him. Yes, it was double potions with the Gryffindors, that's what caused him to keep loosing his awareness. He kept staring to the back of the boy-who-lived. Harry kept on ushering 'Cut it out, Malfoy' in every opportunity he could because the blonde's behavior was making him feel uneasy.
He took a deep breath and counted to ten. 'One, two, three…' But it failed to regain his patience. The potions master finally gave up. None of the students were paying attention at him. "Alright, class, since all of your minds were floating away, we will work in pairs. Maybe that will make you focus a bit." He sneered, feeling victory as he heard the students grumbled. "Alright, alright, Potter you will be helping Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger with Mr. Goyle. Mr. Weasley with Mr. Crabbe. Mr. Longbottom with…" And he kept pairing up each Gryffindor with a Slytherin.
Draco smirked as he approached Harry. "Come on, Potter. How come it's take hours for you to walk here?" He received a sharp look from the golden boy. "Oh, sure baby Potty needs to crawl to Mommy…" He said in a mocking voice, followed by scorns from the Slytherins.
"Fuck you. Malfoy." Harry said indifferently. He was a bit frustrated today; sure it was the last day of school for everyone else it was such relieve. Not for him. Holidays mean going back to the Dursleys. It was already hell for him, not needing his lover to act like such a nasty brat.
"Oh, I will. But, I'll need your help with that." The blonde whispered seductively in Harry's ear. The thought of it made him redden.
"Cut it out, Malfoy. Stop being a nasty jerk and get going with the potions." Harry stared, half commanding the blonde, he knew being ordered was the last thing a Malfoy ever wanted. But, to Harry's surprise, the blonde followed his orders.
Looking a bit disappointed for his provocation not working, Draco quietly started to collect the ingredients. The Slytherins were upset because the fight didn't carry on, but having Snape wandering from each and every table in a while everyone was busy with their own potion making.
Curious with the all-so-quiet Draco, Harry tapped his wand on his magic parchment, that time he was taking notes on the composition of the potions, so seeing some parchment on his table won't be odd. Since it was a magical parchment, all you needed to do was tap a wand on the parchment and everything you wanted to say will appear on it. Another tap will erase the remaining notes. "Draco, what's wrong with you? Why are you so quiet today?" it wrote in green ink.
"Silly. You were the one who told me to cut it of and stop being a nasty brat." He said disdainful, "and now, you want me to not be quiet?" He snorted. "Make up your mind, Potty." He continued cutting some wobbling worms.
"Keep your voice down, Malfoy. Or you want Snape to find out?"
"Find out what, Mr. Potter?" Suddenly Snape stood behind him. "And it is Professor Snape for you." He sneered.
"Ah, yes, Professor Snape. I was… I mean…" Harry got tense.
"He didn't want you to know that…" He leaned closer to Snape and whispered, "Harry and me are a couple now, Professor." Snape's eyes shot an expression of shock for a split second. "Oh, congratulations then, Draco." He said kind of nausea.
"Thank you, my dear Godfather." He whispered back to Snape. Snape just sneered again, then he continued strolling around the other students. He didn't dare to come back to Draco and Harry's chair.
"There, he won't bother us again." He smiled triumphantly.
"Draco, what did you say to him?" A catch of worry could be heard in his voice.
"I told him that we were a couple." Abruptly Harry fell off his chair. "Harry, are you okay?" He said in a quite audible voice. Everyone stirred their attention to the two boys. "Err, Potter, I mean." He smirked nervously. Many whispers were heard because of the odd situation. Draco Malfoy calling Harry Potter by his first name and even being worried by the boy, how much odd can it get? "What's wrong, Potty? Can't get your ass fit in a chair?" He said in the most mocking tone he could make. "I guess it's too big for that." All the Slytherins continued their scorns.
"Back to your work, everyone back to work." Snape tried to calm the class down. After a while everyone seemed to forget about the incident.
"That was close."
"Why did say that to him? He could have… he could…" It read in red shocking ink. Harry felt so nervous he couldn't even get the right words.
"Calm down, dear. He's my Godfather. He won't do anything." This time it was in elegant silver ink. The ink somehow changes; it depends on your moods. Draco put his hand over Harry's, assuring his word.
"Don't do that, you idiot! Someone may see," still in red shocking ink. He got even more frustrated than before.
"Don't worry, they're too busy with their own potions." He smirked. "So, are you going to your muggle family for the holidays?" he tapped the parchment then he continued stirring the cauldron.
"Yes, Dumbledore said it's not save for me to stay here since Voldemort's followers could still be around, although Voldemort himself has gone already." It was in green ink that means he calmed down already. "You going back to the Manor?"
"Yes, I have to. My old man said he has something important to tell me. It's a bit worrying me though. When he get serious it's never something nice." He frowned. "Well, I'm going to miss you." He half smile-half smirked. "But, I can't bring you to Malfoy Manor, can't I?" He smirked.
"Same here. But, going to Malfoy Manor? No way, that place is full of Death Eaters. They might be willing to kill me." Harry stared at the blonde.
"Oh, come on, Potter. You're not *that* famous so that all the Death Eaters will be after you on a *holiday* they need breaks too, you know? It's not like Malfoy Manor is the Death Eater's headquarters. Father does bring his friends sometimes, but not for *business*" He chuckled. "Anyway, you said Old Voldie is dead now. So what are you afraid of?"
"Well, his loyal Death Eaters might want some revenge, don't you think?" With that he received a shrug.
"Well, don't forget to bring the mirror to the muggle world, you might need him. At least I can still see you with it."
Harry opened his mouth to answer but he was interrupted by Snape's loud voice.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the scene. Neville seemed to add the wrong mixture to his potions so it was making strange noises and the color kept changing. At last the mixture flickered, exploded and ended up in pieces. The left over sticks all over Snape's face, it was like green brownish goo. Everyone tried to suppress their laughs but most of their attempts failed.
Draco used the opportunity to pull Harry beneath the table and joint their lips. "What the… hummpff-" They savored the brief moment, shortly Harry came back to his senses and pulled off. "What do you think you're doing, Draco? What if someone sees it?" He whispered furiously.
"The more challenge, the more tempting eh?" He smirked. As he said that, the bell rang ending the term starting the holiday. "That's a parting kiss from me, my love." He said nonchalantly.
"Mr. Malfoy, wait a moment. I would like to talk to you. You too Mr. Potter." Snape said irritated.
"What is it, Professor?" Draco gave a not so innocent smile.
"Do not, I repeat, do *not* do things like that in my class," while he spoke Harry's cheeks turned red but Draco stood as calm as always.
"I was just giving him a goodbye kiss, Sir. We *are* a couple, Sir."
"Whatever…" He threw his hands up frustrated. "Just do *not* do that in my class. You hear me, Draco?" Snape got enraged.
"Sure, my dear Godfather." He smirked. "Oh, Sir? If there's nothing more I would excuse myself."
"You are dismissed." Snape kept staring at them. "Like father, like son." He muttered under his breath aggravated.
"Like father, like son? What's all about my father?" He snapped. He was tired enough for everyone seemed to know what's going on, except him. "You're my Godfather, Sir, why won't you tell me? Why won't anyone tell me about it? Not even that stupid mirror…" He clenched his teeth.
"Ah, nothing Draco, nothing." He sighed. "So you know about the mirror?"
"…" Taking a deep breath trying to remain patience.
"Well, you will discover when the times has come. I believe it is best if you heard from Lucius himself."
"You will discover when the time has come," he repeated mockingly. "I hate when some says that. Why do I get the feeling that I heard it somewhere?" He muttered as he left the class with his hand entwined with Harry's.
***
Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy, now since the Dark Lord has lost his power bears the burden to be Head of the Death Eaters. The man with silky blonde hair, similar to his son, paced the room back and forth waiting for his only son to return. He finally made up his mind. He had to fulfill his promise to that man. A man always keep his words, said the old Malfoy pride. But he himself had broke many of his words.
He held the photograph in his hands. He looked at the person whom doesn't remain any longer in the world. How much he missed the person. But, destiny says it differently. They weren't meant to be together. All the sacrifices they made, it came to vain. There was too much distance between them. Each was in whole different world.
"We can't be together. But, maybe they can." He felt drowsy; it had been a while since he saw the person's image. Last time he dared to see the picture, Voldemort caught him. It ended up with Narcissa's death. Voldemort was furious at him, calling him a traitor and he tried to kill him, but she had become his shield. She had loved him till the day she died; even though knowing that he had his love to someone else.
He couldn't forgive Voldemort for that nor he dared to run away. Just like any other Slytherin, he was brave but not like a Gryffindor who dares to challenge death, he, a Slytherin, would choose to save their heads. So he begged the Dark Lord for mercy and served him till the end. Because once one is marked by You-Know-Who, it will remain till his death. What more could he do? Narcissa had died in the Dark Lord's hands, he couldn't be with the one he loves; all he got left was he himself and his son, Draco.
Then he looked again at the picture. "I will do what you wanted. I will keep my promise to you. Rest in peace." The raven-haired guy in the picture smiled. "Do you think they will make it? It would be tough for them. It may be dangerous. And one day, they'll have to face the Dark Lord themselves." Lucius smiled at him. "I bet you'll say 'the more challenge, the more tempting it gets' that's really you a whole heartedly Gryffindor." Then he heard a crack at the door, stating that his son has arrived.
***
'Where is he? Where is he?' Ronald Weasley panting breathlessly trying to hide from a certain Gryffindor. 'I need to see Olive; I need to see him, at least for the last time. This is his last year so I won't see him again next year.' He peaked over the wall, making sure the coast was clear.
He didn't realize that someone, the one he wanted to see the least was spying him from behind. Seamus was grinning, watching the terrified Ronald Weasley in front of him.
Ron sneaked to the 7th years corridor to meet his beloved, Oliver Wood. Reaching to the door, he was so relieved that he didn't bump into Seamus. Too bad for him he looked at all, I mean *almost* all directions, except to his back. Seamus followed him since the very first start; it's just that he didn't realize it. His heart was pumping so fast as he held the knob, turned it, as there was a big monster behind the door. 'Ah, just a little bit more and I can see Olive again. Olive, Olive, Olive…' He sang sweetly.
Just before the door opened, someone pulled him and slammed him on the wall. The dark present pinned him and gave him a quite bruising kiss. When he opened his eyes, he was so surprised that the person was Seamus himself, the one he was avoiding. All his detective-like actions were redundant. He sighed in deep depression.
"Let go, Seamus. Let go." He tried to resist, by the other man was stronger. 'Olive, Olive, please come and save me. Olive, Olive…' He screamed in his heart. Screaming desperately. It's just that his voice couldn't come out. He closed his eyes in defeat. Sighed dreadfully. Stopping all his attempts on escaping.
At the very moment, he felt someone jerked Seamus away. He was too desperate so he fell on his knees leaning on to the wall. He heard some sounds, it seemed that someone was being beaten up. Suddenly he heard a most lovable voice. It felt like it touched the deepest of his heart. "Don't you dare lay a finger on *my* Ronnie ever again!"
"O-Olive?" This time someone gently drawn him closer and caught him in a passionate kiss. This time it was from the one he loved.
"Shush. It's all right, Ronnie. It's alright." He caressed Ron till he calmed down.
"Olive…" Then Ron saw the figure lying on the floor. "Olive, what about him?"
Oliver grinned. "Let him rest there for a while." He smiled back to Ronnie and dragged him back to his room. And they… err… continued their preceding *business* there. (PG-13, folks… that's all you get… ^^;; hahaha…)
***
"Did you bring the mirror?" Lucius said just as Draco inwards, such a 'warm' greeting, eh? "Hand it over to me." It was more a command than a request. Draco who was a bit aggravated with his father because he had no idea what his father was up to handed the mirror to his father. Not that Lucius usually tells Draco his plans, which usually involves the Death Eater's activity, not that he minded, but this was different. His father, Lucius Malfoy, the leader of the Death Eaters who serve the Dark Lord, seems to permit him having a relation with Harry Potter. How more strange can it get?
"Mirousia revealus." The elder Malfoy pointed his wand to the small brown box, and then it spun and revealed a wooden mirror.
"Greetings, Lord Malfoy." The green mirror smiled politely.
"Bring me the boy." He commanded.
"You need to say the magic words, my Lord." Luther bowed politely.
Draco muttered under his breath something like: why does that stupid mirror act so respectful to my father. It really behaves like a jerk towards me. How infuriating.
"I wish to see Harry Potter right here."
"As you wish, Sir." Luther bowed to his former master.
Draco's eyes bulged wider not believing what he had heard. "What are you going to do to him? Don't you dare hurt him! If you lay a finger on him, even one finger I won't forgive you!"
Lucius smirked. "Defending our beloved aren't we?" He turned his attention to a puzzled raven-haired boy standing in front of the mirror. "So, welcome to Malfoy Manor, the famous Harry Potter." He said in a mocking voice.
TBCAuthor's Notes:
Here's your update, folks. Hope you like it as much as I like to write it. I didn't know why it became like this. It was an impromptu ficcie. So, I had no idea where it was going. But, I got a draft about where this is going to end so I think I could make another update faster, likely in next week or so. In the meantime read my other ficcies and R&R *promotions* hehehe… Thanks for all your support; I made a huge thank you list behind this.
Well, Ron sounds like a girl there… hehehe… well, my friend said that's what happens to guys when they meet a certain kind of guys… they get girly… ^^* (recognize someone, Sibby-chan? A certain bishie n his bishie… eh?) *wink* I mean when a gay meets a gay… err… ^^;;
-Chibik0-
