Author: Silvestra

Rating: R

Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance/Horror

Pairings: Draco/various, Draco/Harry, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/boy!Blaise and various other

Summary: When a bunch of students are locked inside the castle during a storm, curiosity and excitement take over fear and despair... (A/N: This idea has been boiling in my head for ages!)

Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I don't own Harry, Draco or any other character. They belong to Joanne Rowling, even though the "incredibly smart" plot twists and some characters belong to me.

WARNING!! Contains spoilers from OotP, including THE DEATH!! So if you don't want to be spoiled, don't read this and send me e-mails saying "WHY DID YOU SPOIL MY OOTP EXPERIENCE YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!" So don't tell me you didn't know there would be spoilers. You've been warned.

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Harry Potter woke up next morning in the Hospital Wing. His head was still in bondages, but at least it didn't hurt anymore.

When he reached to take his glasses from the table, his gaze caught some cards and sweets on the table. He sighed, smiled and started to look at them more closely.

"Get better soon," a card from Ginny and some Chocolate Frogs. Harry opened one, checked out the card (Circe) and ate the Frog.

There were a couple of other cards from girls Harry didn't know and some flowers.

"Mr. Potter, you're awake," Madame Pomfrey said, hurrying to the room. Harry couldn't still understand how Pomfrey always knew when her patients woke up. "Let me see..." she reached to loosen the bondages in Harry's head. She examined his head for a moment, looking at the wound that Harry had got. "Seems to be alright, Potter," she said, smiling. "You may go."

"Thanks, Madame," Harry muttered and stood up. He grabbed all the cards, sweets and flowers and set off from the Hospital Wing.

*~*~*~*

At the same time Draco Malfoy woke up in an empty classroom. He was laying in a wooden, hard bed with just a sheet and a blanket in it. Next to him Devilita Storm was sleeping peacefully, wearing nothing but the blanket around her body.

Draco snorted. "Sure, I love you," he muttered to himself and got up from the bed. He was naked, too – his clothes were in a messy pile on the floor.

He grabbed his underwear, his clothes and his cloak and dressed up as quietly as possible. When he was fully dressed, he took a last glance at Devilita and left the room.

*~*~*~*

"You think Harry's awake already?" Hermione asked a sleepy-looking Ron who was trying to eat some breakfast. It was a Sunday morning and they both were in the Great Hall, accompanied by a cheerful Ginny, eating breakfast and chatting. Hermione had her Arithmency book open against a can of juice and she eyed the pages now and then.

"I don't know," Ron replied, sipping some pumpkin juice. "After all, he got hit pretty hard." Hermione looked at Ron in a way that you look someone who you admire greatly but don't admit it.

"Ron, you were brilliant yesterday," she said quietly. "Harry – he could have died. You saved his life." Hermione smiled at him. Ron blushed a bit.

"Well... He's my best friend. What else do you suppose I should do?" he said cheerfully.

"I think I'll go now," Hermione said, shutting the book. "I have to do my homework, I haven't done any during the weekend and I really want to get as many Outstanding N.E.W.T.'s as possible," she said, putting the book in her bag and finishing her cup of tea.

"N.E.W.T.'s? Hermione, the exams – it's still months away!" Ron said with a horrified look on his face.

"Yeah? You can never start studying too early," she said and left.

*~*~*~*

"Ouch!"

"Watch where you're going, Scarhead!" Harry had walked quickly towards the Great Hall and hadn't noticed Malfoy who had been lurking behind the corner, waiting for his friends.

"And you could drag your fat ass out of my way, Malfoy," Harry hissed. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"So it was such a hard thing for you to lose – to me? Oh boy, wouldn't have expected that," Malfoy snorted and gave a vacant laugh.

"I wouldn't have lost if those imbecile beef-cake life guards of yours hadn't hit a Bludger at me," Harry said through gritted teeth. "But how would you know that it's legal, you Slytherins hardly care about such matters." Malfoy smirked.

"For once I agree with you, Potter," he said with an amused tone. "But you should thank your precious boyfriend Weasel, after all he's the one who saved you." Harry opened his mouth a couple of times.

"He is not my boyfriend! I am not gay!" he protested loudly, having the urge to punch Malfoy's pretty little nose.

"How do you know, Potter? After all, you are a virgin, aren't you?" Malfoy snapped. Harry blushed heavily. How did he know, he thought desperately. Anyway, Harry wasn't going to lose this time.

"Well, better a virgin than a public broomstick," Harry spat. He could only see a flash of fury in Malfoy's eyes before he was pushed to the ground.


"You little - -" Malfoy hissed, slapping Harry around the face. Harry burst into laughter.


"Oh my God! I would have never imagined that a Malfoy hits like a girl! Is that all you can do, bitch?" Harry was satisfied to see red spots rise to Malfoy's pale cheeks. Malfoy let go of Harry and got up.

"Who knows, Potter, maybe you enjoyed that," he said meanly. Harry snorted.

"You imagine too much of yourself," Harry snapped.

"Could be," Malfoy replied.

"Harry!"

There was a silence between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin, both red in the face. Harry saw a worried-looking Hermione walking towards them, frowning.

"Hi, Hermione, I just got off," Harry said. Hermione cast a look at Malfoy.

"What has happened?" she asked, half curiously and half scared. The looks that Harry and Malfoy gave each other looked, in Hermione's opinion, both furious and threatening. Not forgetting the way they looked like – Harry's cheek was red and his robes were a bit shabby, Malfoy's hair wasn't slicked back as it usually was.

"Nothing, really," Harry said quickly. Malfoy snorted. "Let's just go, Hermione." Harry grabbed her arm and started to walk away, pulling her with him.

"Running away with your Mudblood girlfriend, Potty?" Malfoy snarled. Harry turned around. It was now Hermione's turn to grab his arm.

"Harry, don't," she said sharply. "Drop it already, Malfoy!" she snapped at the Slytherin. "Come on, Harry," she begged.

"You won't get away with this so easily, you slimy, despicable - -" Harry started.

"I don't think you want to finish that sentence, Potter," said a cold voice Harry would recognise in his dreams. "Ten points from Gryffindor. Now get lost before I find an excuse to take more." Snape glanced at Harry and Hermione.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione said again. Harry cast an angry look at Malfoy before he finally left Professor Snape and Malfoy standing there.

"That little slimeball," he said through gritted teeth.

"Harry, that was so irresponsible of you, to seek fight with Draco Malfoy - -" Hermione said weakly.

"I was not seeking a fight with Malfoy!" Harry snapped. "He started!" Hermione closed her eyes and sighed.

"Anyway, at least it wasn't wise, whoever of you started it. Now let's go, you owe Ron a 'thank you'," Hermione said and they left towards the Great Hall.

*~*~*~*

When Harry and Hermione reached the Great Hall, a mass of younger girls surrounded them.

"Harry! Are you alright, it looked horrible - -"

"- -he stopped you from falling down- -"

"- -you'll show Malfoy, right?" This was a voice Harry knew. Seamus' statement had silenced all the squeaking girls surrounding Harry and he was rather thankful of this. He had never liked attention.

"I wish I could, Seamus," Harry said. "But I don't want to pick a fight with him." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"If so, Harry, then what was it you just did in the corridors?" she hissed so that only Harry heard her.

"It was a nasty thing to do, really," Seamus said. "Crabbe and Goyle were aiming at you with that Bludger."

"I know. That's what Madame Pomfrey told me," Harry replied. "Madame Hooch must've been angry with them, right?"

"She was furious. But she couldn't do anything as Malfoy – " Seamus snorted " – caught the Snitch right away. Those slimy gits," he added angrily.

"Well, we still have a chance to win the Cup, however," Harry said with a calm voice. "We still have the matches against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and they won't be half as bad as yesterday was." Seamus nodded in agreement.

"Harry! You're alright!" Harry turned to look at Ron who was walking towards Harry, Hermione and Seamus. Before Ron could do anything, Harry had pulled him to a rib-breaking hug.

"Thank you, Ron," he muttered and suddenly felt how tears grouped in his eyes. He blinked them away. "You saved my life." Ron hugged him back, tightly.

"It's ok, mate," he said quietly. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially when it's those bloody Slytherins..." Harry let Ron go and looked into his eyes. There was a look of concern, caring and understanding in Ron's eyes.

"Thank you," Harry said again. "Thank you."

*~*~*~*

What must have bugged Draco Malfoy was that he had caught the Snitch in a sensational and smooth way and yet nobody talked about it at Hogwarts, save for other Slytherins.

No, everyone were talking about Ron Weasley, how Ron Weasley had saved Precious Little Potter's life!

Draco snorted. He was trying to write his Transfiguration essay, but he was so furious that he just kept writing "die, Weasel" and "Potter is gay" all over his parchment. He crumpled the parchment and threw it away.

"Draco?" he heard a familiar girl's voice. He rolled his eyes. "Are you in here?"

"No, I'm not, I'm shagging Potter in a broomstick cupboard," he said in an annoyed tone. "What is it, Storm?"

Before Draco understood what happened, Devilita Storm had walked right to him and slapped him around the face. Draco gasped in pain and held his cheek.

"What the- -"

"YOU LYING, DISGUSTING PIG!!" Devilita shouted, pushing Draco against a wall. "I fucking hate you, Malfoy. You are despicable," she spat. Draco laughed.

"That's the second time today when someone attacks me," he said, pushing Devilita easily off her. "Anything else?" he asked, rubbing his red cheek.

"You told me that you love me," Devilita said, breathing heavily. "And I believed you! How could I be so stupid?" she said with a shaking voice. "After all, you are Draco Malfoy, known for the simple fact that you shag anything that moves," she said nastily, but Draco heard bitterness and sadness in her voice. Draco snorted.

"Not anything, Storm. You're forgetting something important. I only shag girls."

This surely didn't make Devilita feel any better. Her blue eyes widened up. She covered her face with her hands and ran her fingers through her thick, a little tangled blonde hair.

"You are despicable," she said again, her voice now clearly shaking with anger and weakness.

"If you hate me so much, why don't you just bugger off then," Draco said calmly, crossing his legs and heaving a deep, overdramatic sigh.

"Because I want an explanation!" she stormed. Draco sighed again, now seriously.

"Do you really need an explanation to realise that you have been used?" Draco said with a slightly amused voice. "Sorry, love. Maybe it would have been good for you to first talk with other girls and you'd have known about my reputation."

That was it. Devilita burst into tears and ran out of the Boys' Dormitory, sobbing.

And somehow Draco was on a better mood than he had been before Devilita had interrupted him.

*~*~*~*

The same evening Harry went to sleep early. He was dead tired, having spent hours listening to a bunch of younger Gryffindor girls giggling and gasping as Ron told them everything about the Quidditch match. The good thing was that they were now idolising Ron and not Harry, but he was still annoyed.

"Bloody fan girls," he muttered to himself as he changed on his pyjamas. I can't believe someone actually enjoys this kind of attention, he thought when he put his glasses on the night table next to his four-poster bed.

He felt how Crookshanks climbed to his bed, curling up as a ball next to Harry and purring. Without wondering why Crookshanks wasn't in Girls' Dormitory with Hermione, he petted the cat's fur a couple of times before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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To Be Continued...