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Rude Awakenings

Draco pov

I woke in a cold sweat, my blankets wrapped around me, confining my legs as I had struggled to escape the dream. Anger surged through me at the retreating nightmare, stupid pointless. Potter and I don't even have Transfiguration together, the only class we do have together is Potions! I'm going to kill myself.

I swung my legs out from the side of the bed after freeing them. Walking to the bath and filling the sink with cold water. The water was a shock on my face, one greatly appreciated.

I don't think he'll be sleeping any more this night.

Harry pov

I sat up in bed, haven wakened moments before from the most disgusting display of fluffy shit my sad little mind can handle at one point. I have no clue where the dream came from and I have no care to find out except to poke my brain out with a q-tip to teach it a lesson. Draco and I don't even have Transfigurations together! That was one frikin cool unicorn though. Can I do that? Only one way to find out.

Harry slipped from his bed, grabbing his invisibility cloak and slipping down through the silent castle. Objective? The Forbidden Forest for some extracurricular transfiguration homework.

Later in the day, some time after lunch, Double Potions, Gryffindors and Slytherins

(How many of you saw that coming?)

Harry sat. Draco sat. Next to each other. Both very pissed off. Not a good situation. Snape once again had paired them together, also bad thing. Working on dangerous potion at same time as angry and working together. Very, very bad thing. Expect bad things.

Harry slowly sharpened the dull scalpel Snape had had the generosity to give him. He seemed entirely focused upon his task to the point where you thought he was seeing nothing else. Except for the fact, that his entire body was tense and his hand shook almost imperceptibly. He acted like a mouse trap ready to snap, just waiting for some creature stupid enough to stick its nose in.

On the other hand Draco had gotten less than three hours of sleep last night and, justifiably, had decided to, try, and take a nap on the table top. So far they had done most of the potion, neither speaking, now it was to simmer for the rest of the period. Snape had disappeared into the recesses of his office long ago, leaving his 'ever so competent' students to struggle it out themselves. Most had become restless and bored but knew better than to wander off because Snape would show up as soon as you did.

For a while all that filled the room was quiet wipers but another voice broke through and it, caused all other so to go silent and turn towards Harry Potter.

Harry whisper, softly. His Parsel tongue clinging to the air, following a slow graceful tune that seemed to envy the snakes own movements. A song he sang of all snakes making, taught to him by Proscrit in the greatest faith. He cursed them all.

"Death, killing, imperceptible hatred

Foul, useless, deserving to be dead

Weaklings, foolish beings

Gods of self, gods of no one

Death to you and your kind

Humans shall inherit the earth

Together they shall also destroy it

Death in mercy to your kind

May you die"

The room was so quiet you could here everyone breathing and the simmering of the caldrons. Someone sniffled.

Harry looked up from the scalpel, "What the fucking hell are you looking at?"

Those with any sense at all instantly found something to occupy themselves. Those with no sense still looked away and twiddled their thumbs.

Harry shorted in disgust and murmured, " Idiots."

Proscrit uncoiled himself from his Master's neck and raised his head up so that level with Harry's. Draco watched with horrid fascination.

" I told you that once and you didn't believe me, Master."

Harry nodded, "How much of the present, future has changed? Is Snape still seeing Hermione, is Ron still oblivious, will Voldemort still initiate Draco into the Deatheaters?"

"It is as it should have been. You saw how it was."

"Because of my magic, the magic, that flows unhindered through me."

"Yes, Master."

"Why is it that Draco doesn't remember. He also has the magic."

"Had. He remembers the after affects of the magic. He only remembers when you touch him, for when you touch him you transfer through him the magic and awaken in him the memories."

"The memories of a future past. One that disappears more each passing day."

"Yes, but if you remember then part of that time will live on to awaken his mind to yours. Time is running out, Master."

"I know, Proscrit, I know."

Proscrit rewound himself around Harry's neck as Harry's hands mindlessly honed the edge of the scalpel, now sharp enough to split hair.

The door to Snape's office opened and he stepped out into the door frame, eyes evaluating every face in the room. Concentrating his gaze on those who showed him fear or nervousness. His eyes finally came to rest on Harry Potter who locked eyes with him fearlessly, foolishly, as if taunting Snape to look away. Harry stood, stepping away from the bench, the pulled his arm back and hurled the scalpel. It flew from his hand and imbedded in the door frame, inches from Snape's face.

Snape flinched and paled as he looked at the scalpel, imbedded so deeply into the wood that none of the blade was exposed. When he looked back up, Harry remained, watching him, anger and satisfaction glistening in his eyes. Snape felt his stomach drop with the realization that Harry had missed intentionally, that he could have killed him if he had so chosen. Snape hadn't even had time to react.

Harry's lip curled in disgust, "You make me sick." He spat. Then he calmly left the room, as if nothing had happened.

Draco couldn't help thinking that there was more to Potter than meets the eye.

Tbc

Thankies:

Jalee- Thanks for continuing to review even when I, myself was to lazy to do thankies. I'm surprised I have any reviewers at all at this point. Please keep reviewing, without reviewers I have no will to fight I mean write! *dramatic pause* …Sorry…

Marie McBride- I actually had no intention for the little unicorn scene at all. It was, very, spontaneous, which is why it became a dream. I hope Proscrit's conversation cleared up your question. The lady changed what happened from the train scene on. Harry had his magic before that but Draco did lose his, not that it can't come back at some point.

Throbbing-squirm- That is a very interesting screen name thing. Yes, I have no doubts you have an overactive imagination, I think just about the same way but I have trouble writing it. Unless if you've read Veela Blood, that was my first and only good sex scene. Review again 'k?