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Warning: A/U, Possible Slash. You can never tell what direction a story will go in when it's Chronic lit :)
Summary so far: Harry is put in the Slytherin house in his 6th year, to protect the lives of his friends, Ron and Hermione.
Unlikely friendships develop, Harry/Snape pairing.
Authors: SeritaSnape, ThailiaNicolita, Orchid, Ues the Quill for truth only, CosmicAngel, AmethystStar
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Harry sighed, "The sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. I begged it not to... thanks to you."
"What's it got to do with me?" Draco asked, with interest.
"I didn't like you, and you desperately wanted to be in Slytherin. There was also the part where Ron told me that there wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin... But I can't remember if that was before, or after, the Ceremony."
"So if I hadn't pissed you off before the ceremony," said Malfoy, "You would've been in Slytherin?"
"It's possible," shrugged Harry. "I thought about it a lot in second year, when everyone thought I was heir of Slytherin."
"Well you did have the traits," said Draco.
"What do you mean?!" asked Harry, astonished.
Draco began ticking the list off on his fingers, "Powerful, parseltongue, there were already rumors about you..."
"I know, I know," said Harry, effectively cutting him off. "So how d'you think the rest of the school is going to take the news?"
"Dunno, hopefully well."
"Yeah I hope your right" Harry said.
"Look Harry relax, you'll be fine."
Draco's words didn't calm Harry at all, actually they made him more tense. "What am I going to do? Look how Hermione and Ron took it and they're my best friends. If that was people being understanding, what are they others gunna do to me?"
Harry need not wait any longer for Draco's reply, because Draco's reply was no longer needed. Students began to file in and all of them started shooting him odd looks where he sat at the Slytherin table. The worst part came as Gryffindors began to arrive. Harry winced and shrank into his seat as scathing glares were shot at him. He heard the words they all muttered, bloody traitor, knew he couldn't be trusted..., turning on us like that..
Harry couldn't take it anymore and shoved back his plate, preparing to leave the great hall. Draco grabbed his arm though, and he recoiled slightly, before allowing the boy to re-seat him at the table.
"You cant leave now," Draco hissed, "You have to keep the act going."
Harry just nodded and poked at his food for what he was sure was going to be the longest meal ever.
When Draco was ready to leave Harry mentally thanked him and followed him out of the Great Hall.
Fred and George had just gotten up from the Gryffindor Table, they hurried after Harry and Draco.
"Harry, Harry!" They called.
Harry and Draco turned. 'Oh no.'
"Yes Weasley and Weasley" Draco said with a scowl. Harry had to fake a scowl too.
Fred and George were taken aback by Harry's facial expression.
"Harry what's going on?" Fred asked.
"Yeah your hanging out with Malfoy and ...OH MY GOD... your wearing Slytherin robes!"
George said and he and his brother took a step back.
"That's because he is a Slytherin now, do you mind Weasel 1 and Weasel 2? We have places to be." Draco turned on his heel and Harry reluctantly followed.
'Why do I have to be like this?' Harry thought.
"Thanks" Harry thanked Draco.
"What for?"
"For not making me have to talk to Fred and George, I hope they talk to Ron and Hermione." Harry sighed.
"Remember, Harry, unless you wont dead friends, you have to do this" Harry nodded.
As they approached the SCR (Since it was Sunday), Harry suddenly realized something. "Draco..." Harry started.
"Hm?" Draco said as they walked.
"Won't they wonder the Death Eaters have an issue with you hanging around me, pretending to be my friend?" Harry asked slowly. Before Draco answered, he muttered the password to the common room and entered, finding it completely empty, much to their luck.
Draco turned to Harry and took a seat on the couch, Harry did the same on the opposite couch.
"Harry I actually don't really care, As long as I'm here in Hogwarts nothing can harm me." Draco said almost smugly.
"Well maybe you should be careful I mean I thought that two but look at what happened to me in 1st year, and second and third and fourth, actually come to think of it look at my entire Hogwarts school years, I haven't exactly been safe."
"Harry, Snape wouldn't put me in Danger. I wouldn't risk my life to save your friends, really.
Or anyone's lives for that matter, which is why you're here and not there. I don't expect you to understand. The Death Eaters, including my father, will believe I'm putting on an act."
"Aren't you, though?" Harry said, out loud, "You can't actually like me. You can't actually want to my friend."
"I can if I want to." Draco said coldly, "Unless you want to go around school all year with no friends. Well, You'll have friends, but you have to pretend they're not your friends."
"So what after all these years of us being 'enemies' we're just going to become friends, just like that?" Harry clicked his fingers.
"Well, yeah. I know it sounds farfetched Harry but you have to understand, I'm all you've got."
Harry turned his head. "No, I have Ron and Hermione!" He yelled and ran up to him room.
"Stupid Gryffindor." He mumbled, closing the door that lead to Harry's room.
Draco moved over and sat in an arm chair.
"He'll figure it out sooner or later.." Draco mumbled to himself.
"Draco." A voice said.
Draco looked; it was professor Snape. "Hmmm?"
"You're not the only one he has. He's got Dumbledore, and I." Severus said, slowly. That's right. He was willing to be friends with Potter.
"I'm the only one his age." Draco said, sighing.
"Are you telling you're actually concerned about The-Boy-Who-Lived? After he landed your father into Azkaban?" Severus said, watching him.
"My father got everything he deserved. He was an evil man."
Snape eyed him. "I thought you were close to your father, all those treats he made to me about you."
"He what?" Draco almost looked shocked.
"Oh don't pretend you didn't know Draco."
Draco looked at the ground innocently.
Harry re-entered the room.
"Harry." Snape snapped, "Hermione and Ron want to meet you in the Dungeons, on Sunday. Got it?"
"Whatever."
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir." Harry corrected himself as he sat in an armchair and slumped backwards.
"Much better, well that's all I came here for." Snape said and he turned to leave.
"Professor wait" Harry called. Snape turned.
Harry looked from Draco, to Snape. Snape caught the gist and looked at Draco. "Privacy, please, Draco?"
Draco sighed and got up, slowly walking out of his room. Severus closed the door and put a silencing charm on it.
"What is it, Harry?"
"Professor, I'm sorry I looked into your pensieve last year."
Snape seemed taken aback. All he did was blink. there was an awkward silence.
"Well um- thanks" Snape seemed unsure of what to say.
"Well I really am, I've been needed to tell you but the time never came and I just couldn't take it anymore."
Harry looked at the ground, and was mimicked by Snape.
Snape regained his composure, finally. "Not that I care or anything, Potter, but do you still blame me for your godfathers death?"
"I don't know who to blame."
"Harry I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean for that to happen to Black, no one was meant to get hurt. Well at least no one close to you." He turned away.
Harry looked up at him. "Do you really mean that?"
Snape nodded but didn't look at Harry. Harry couldn't see his expression or even his eyes. He didn't speak so his chances of using his tone was null. Harry sighed.
"Well there's not use crying about spilt potion" Snape and tried to change the subject. Harry nodded, then Severus turned and opened the Door. A scowling Draco came in.
"What was so important that I couldn't be in here for?" He hissed.
Severus Still stood by the door, not leaving, yet.
Harry didn't answer Draco, nor did Snape.
"Fine" Draco sat down and folded his arms.
"Well anyway see you on Sunday, Harry." Snape said and he left.
Draco turned to Harry the moment Snape shut the door.
"What did you guys talk about?"
"Nothing" Harry got up and walked over to the door leading up to his room.
"Oh come on harry" Draco begged.
Harry just waved and went up to his room.
"Harry!" The door to Harry's dorm closed. Draco cursed, then went tog get ready for bed.
Harry sighed. he thought about his conversation with Snape. Did he blame him for Sirius' death? He had tried to avoid thinking about it as much as possible. But he had to think about it now, Snape had forced it back into his mind.
Harry sighed, and fell asleep thinking about it.
The next morning, he went to the Great Hall - alone, because Draco already left -, and nervously went over to the Slytherin table. Draco moved over so Harry could sit beside him.
Everyone was glaring at him. Crabbe and Goyle didn't look too happy.
The Entire school burst into whispers.
Draco turned to him. "So are you gunna answer my question?"
"What question?"
"Yesterday, you never told me what you two were talking about."
Harry let out a short soft laugh. "Seriously Draco, are you still going on about that?"
Draco nodded eagerly.
Harry sighed. "I cant tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because I promised."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Draco you sound like you're 5."
"What's your point?"
Harry shot in a 'Whatever' look and began eating.
"Well?" Draco said again.
"Its a private matter between me and Snape that if I reveal could lead to expulsion. Care to leave it alone, now?" Harry said, somewhat irritated.
"Fine, I'll pester Snape about it." Draco said before taking in a mouthful of food.
"You do that." Harry responded.
Harry could believe how far Draco was going just to find out what he and Snape had been talking about.
He looked at the boy who was now calmly stuffing his face with food, then at the rest of the table who were either scowling at him or whispering to the person next to them.
He shrugged it off and continued eating.
"Sir," Draco said, upon entering Snape's Office.
"Yes, Draco?" Severus said, calmly, looking at the papers on his desk.
Draco sat down. "Could you tell me What you and Harry were talking about?"
"Draco, it is truly none of your Business, and I don't see why you concern yourself with it."
Snape looked up and Draco looked in straight in the eye.
"Sir you don't understand, I need to know. It's killing me, Harry wont spill so I need to know."
Snape mentally thanked Harry and they looked back at him papers, as to avoid Draco's gaze.
"Fine Draco, we were talking about what Harry had seen in my pensieve."
"You have a pensieve?"
"Yes I do and Harry saw something concerning his father and that's what we talked about, now you may leave" He pointed to the door.
Draco didn't move.
"I want to see, then." Draco said.
"No." Severus said in a tone he never sued with Draco before. Draco was shocked.
"But sir-"
"I said no, Draco. No one is to see it. Now leave before I have to give you detention, or worse, deduct points from Slytherin."
Draco didn't move at first but as soon as Snape began to look up he streaked out of the room.
Snape sighed. "Oh, no one can know about this." He whispered to himself.
"Know about what, Severus?" Said the present headmaster of the school.
Snape jumped as Dumbledore entered the room.
"Oh it's nothing" Snape said looking back down.
"Well that's good, I'm here to talk to you about Harry" Dumbledore took a seat.
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"I wonder why Dumbledore was going to see Snape" Draco asked himself and his curiosity got the better of him and he turned around and headed back to Snape's office. He stood outside, out of sight.
Dumbledore and Snape were talking.
"I'm here to talk to you about Harry" Draco heard Dumbledore say.
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"Well... just a moment." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he looked to the doorway, and even though he didn't see anyone there- he's omniscient, and knew Draco was there. He could feel him. "I believe we have a visitor. Mr. Malfoy, may we help you?"
mean the COPYRIGHT to them, I just mean the books, Hehe. To read, you know..
Warning: A/U, Possible Slash. You can never tell what direction a story will go in when it's Chronic lit :)
Summary so far: Harry is put in the Slytherin house in his 6th year, to protect the lives of his friends, Ron and Hermione.
Unlikely friendships develop, Harry/Snape pairing.
Authors: SeritaSnape, ThailiaNicolita, Orchid, Ues the Quill for truth only, CosmicAngel, AmethystStar
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Harry sighed, "The sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. I begged it not to... thanks to you."
"What's it got to do with me?" Draco asked, with interest.
"I didn't like you, and you desperately wanted to be in Slytherin. There was also the part where Ron told me that there wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin... But I can't remember if that was before, or after, the Ceremony."
"So if I hadn't pissed you off before the ceremony," said Malfoy, "You would've been in Slytherin?"
"It's possible," shrugged Harry. "I thought about it a lot in second year, when everyone thought I was heir of Slytherin."
"Well you did have the traits," said Draco.
"What do you mean?!" asked Harry, astonished.
Draco began ticking the list off on his fingers, "Powerful, parseltongue, there were already rumors about you..."
"I know, I know," said Harry, effectively cutting him off. "So how d'you think the rest of the school is going to take the news?"
"Dunno, hopefully well."
"Yeah I hope your right" Harry said.
"Look Harry relax, you'll be fine."
Draco's words didn't calm Harry at all, actually they made him more tense. "What am I going to do? Look how Hermione and Ron took it and they're my best friends. If that was people being understanding, what are they others gunna do to me?"
Harry need not wait any longer for Draco's reply, because Draco's reply was no longer needed. Students began to file in and all of them started shooting him odd looks where he sat at the Slytherin table. The worst part came as Gryffindors began to arrive. Harry winced and shrank into his seat as scathing glares were shot at him. He heard the words they all muttered, bloody traitor, knew he couldn't be trusted..., turning on us like that..
Harry couldn't take it anymore and shoved back his plate, preparing to leave the great hall. Draco grabbed his arm though, and he recoiled slightly, before allowing the boy to re-seat him at the table.
"You cant leave now," Draco hissed, "You have to keep the act going."
Harry just nodded and poked at his food for what he was sure was going to be the longest meal ever.
When Draco was ready to leave Harry mentally thanked him and followed him out of the Great Hall.
Fred and George had just gotten up from the Gryffindor Table, they hurried after Harry and Draco.
"Harry, Harry!" They called.
Harry and Draco turned. 'Oh no.'
"Yes Weasley and Weasley" Draco said with a scowl. Harry had to fake a scowl too.
Fred and George were taken aback by Harry's facial expression.
"Harry what's going on?" Fred asked.
"Yeah your hanging out with Malfoy and ...OH MY GOD... your wearing Slytherin robes!"
George said and he and his brother took a step back.
"That's because he is a Slytherin now, do you mind Weasel 1 and Weasel 2? We have places to be." Draco turned on his heel and Harry reluctantly followed.
'Why do I have to be like this?' Harry thought.
"Thanks" Harry thanked Draco.
"What for?"
"For not making me have to talk to Fred and George, I hope they talk to Ron and Hermione." Harry sighed.
"Remember, Harry, unless you wont dead friends, you have to do this" Harry nodded.
As they approached the SCR (Since it was Sunday), Harry suddenly realized something. "Draco..." Harry started.
"Hm?" Draco said as they walked.
"Won't they wonder the Death Eaters have an issue with you hanging around me, pretending to be my friend?" Harry asked slowly. Before Draco answered, he muttered the password to the common room and entered, finding it completely empty, much to their luck.
Draco turned to Harry and took a seat on the couch, Harry did the same on the opposite couch.
"Harry I actually don't really care, As long as I'm here in Hogwarts nothing can harm me." Draco said almost smugly.
"Well maybe you should be careful I mean I thought that two but look at what happened to me in 1st year, and second and third and fourth, actually come to think of it look at my entire Hogwarts school years, I haven't exactly been safe."
"Harry, Snape wouldn't put me in Danger. I wouldn't risk my life to save your friends, really.
Or anyone's lives for that matter, which is why you're here and not there. I don't expect you to understand. The Death Eaters, including my father, will believe I'm putting on an act."
"Aren't you, though?" Harry said, out loud, "You can't actually like me. You can't actually want to my friend."
"I can if I want to." Draco said coldly, "Unless you want to go around school all year with no friends. Well, You'll have friends, but you have to pretend they're not your friends."
"So what after all these years of us being 'enemies' we're just going to become friends, just like that?" Harry clicked his fingers.
"Well, yeah. I know it sounds farfetched Harry but you have to understand, I'm all you've got."
Harry turned his head. "No, I have Ron and Hermione!" He yelled and ran up to him room.
"Stupid Gryffindor." He mumbled, closing the door that lead to Harry's room.
Draco moved over and sat in an arm chair.
"He'll figure it out sooner or later.." Draco mumbled to himself.
"Draco." A voice said.
Draco looked; it was professor Snape. "Hmmm?"
"You're not the only one he has. He's got Dumbledore, and I." Severus said, slowly. That's right. He was willing to be friends with Potter.
"I'm the only one his age." Draco said, sighing.
"Are you telling you're actually concerned about The-Boy-Who-Lived? After he landed your father into Azkaban?" Severus said, watching him.
"My father got everything he deserved. He was an evil man."
Snape eyed him. "I thought you were close to your father, all those treats he made to me about you."
"He what?" Draco almost looked shocked.
"Oh don't pretend you didn't know Draco."
Draco looked at the ground innocently.
Harry re-entered the room.
"Harry." Snape snapped, "Hermione and Ron want to meet you in the Dungeons, on Sunday. Got it?"
"Whatever."
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir." Harry corrected himself as he sat in an armchair and slumped backwards.
"Much better, well that's all I came here for." Snape said and he turned to leave.
"Professor wait" Harry called. Snape turned.
Harry looked from Draco, to Snape. Snape caught the gist and looked at Draco. "Privacy, please, Draco?"
Draco sighed and got up, slowly walking out of his room. Severus closed the door and put a silencing charm on it.
"What is it, Harry?"
"Professor, I'm sorry I looked into your pensieve last year."
Snape seemed taken aback. All he did was blink. there was an awkward silence.
"Well um- thanks" Snape seemed unsure of what to say.
"Well I really am, I've been needed to tell you but the time never came and I just couldn't take it anymore."
Harry looked at the ground, and was mimicked by Snape.
Snape regained his composure, finally. "Not that I care or anything, Potter, but do you still blame me for your godfathers death?"
"I don't know who to blame."
"Harry I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean for that to happen to Black, no one was meant to get hurt. Well at least no one close to you." He turned away.
Harry looked up at him. "Do you really mean that?"
Snape nodded but didn't look at Harry. Harry couldn't see his expression or even his eyes. He didn't speak so his chances of using his tone was null. Harry sighed.
"Well there's not use crying about spilt potion" Snape and tried to change the subject. Harry nodded, then Severus turned and opened the Door. A scowling Draco came in.
"What was so important that I couldn't be in here for?" He hissed.
Severus Still stood by the door, not leaving, yet.
Harry didn't answer Draco, nor did Snape.
"Fine" Draco sat down and folded his arms.
"Well anyway see you on Sunday, Harry." Snape said and he left.
Draco turned to Harry the moment Snape shut the door.
"What did you guys talk about?"
"Nothing" Harry got up and walked over to the door leading up to his room.
"Oh come on harry" Draco begged.
Harry just waved and went up to his room.
"Harry!" The door to Harry's dorm closed. Draco cursed, then went tog get ready for bed.
Harry sighed. he thought about his conversation with Snape. Did he blame him for Sirius' death? He had tried to avoid thinking about it as much as possible. But he had to think about it now, Snape had forced it back into his mind.
Harry sighed, and fell asleep thinking about it.
The next morning, he went to the Great Hall - alone, because Draco already left -, and nervously went over to the Slytherin table. Draco moved over so Harry could sit beside him.
Everyone was glaring at him. Crabbe and Goyle didn't look too happy.
The Entire school burst into whispers.
Draco turned to him. "So are you gunna answer my question?"
"What question?"
"Yesterday, you never told me what you two were talking about."
Harry let out a short soft laugh. "Seriously Draco, are you still going on about that?"
Draco nodded eagerly.
Harry sighed. "I cant tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because I promised."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Draco you sound like you're 5."
"What's your point?"
Harry shot in a 'Whatever' look and began eating.
"Well?" Draco said again.
"Its a private matter between me and Snape that if I reveal could lead to expulsion. Care to leave it alone, now?" Harry said, somewhat irritated.
"Fine, I'll pester Snape about it." Draco said before taking in a mouthful of food.
"You do that." Harry responded.
Harry could believe how far Draco was going just to find out what he and Snape had been talking about.
He looked at the boy who was now calmly stuffing his face with food, then at the rest of the table who were either scowling at him or whispering to the person next to them.
He shrugged it off and continued eating.
"Sir," Draco said, upon entering Snape's Office.
"Yes, Draco?" Severus said, calmly, looking at the papers on his desk.
Draco sat down. "Could you tell me What you and Harry were talking about?"
"Draco, it is truly none of your Business, and I don't see why you concern yourself with it."
Snape looked up and Draco looked in straight in the eye.
"Sir you don't understand, I need to know. It's killing me, Harry wont spill so I need to know."
Snape mentally thanked Harry and they looked back at him papers, as to avoid Draco's gaze.
"Fine Draco, we were talking about what Harry had seen in my pensieve."
"You have a pensieve?"
"Yes I do and Harry saw something concerning his father and that's what we talked about, now you may leave" He pointed to the door.
Draco didn't move.
"I want to see, then." Draco said.
"No." Severus said in a tone he never sued with Draco before. Draco was shocked.
"But sir-"
"I said no, Draco. No one is to see it. Now leave before I have to give you detention, or worse, deduct points from Slytherin."
Draco didn't move at first but as soon as Snape began to look up he streaked out of the room.
Snape sighed. "Oh, no one can know about this." He whispered to himself.
"Know about what, Severus?" Said the present headmaster of the school.
Snape jumped as Dumbledore entered the room.
"Oh it's nothing" Snape said looking back down.
"Well that's good, I'm here to talk to you about Harry" Dumbledore took a seat.
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"I wonder why Dumbledore was going to see Snape" Draco asked himself and his curiosity got the better of him and he turned around and headed back to Snape's office. He stood outside, out of sight.
Dumbledore and Snape were talking.
"I'm here to talk to you about Harry" Draco heard Dumbledore say.
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"Well... just a moment." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he looked to the doorway, and even though he didn't see anyone there- he's omniscient, and knew Draco was there. He could feel him. "I believe we have a visitor. Mr. Malfoy, may we help you?"