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Chapter Fourteen -- Revealed
Harry groggily opened his eyes, the previous night flooding back at him in a rush. He smiled slightly and briefly wondered it was a dream, but quickly dismissed that thought as he rolled to his side. Lying next to him was a certain blonde Slytherin who was smiling peacefully in his sleep.
Harry reached over and placed a hand on his side, tracing his finger down his pale skin. Draco fidgeted and moved closer to Harry in his sleep. He smiled to himself and kissed Draco's forehead affectionately.
I wonder what time it is. . thought Harry.
Magically, something resembling an alarm clock appeared on the night table behind Draco. It read 9:00 A.M.
Harry yawned, stretching slightly.
9 A.M. . . . . CRAP -- We're late!
Harry nearly woke Draco up before he remembered the day was Saturday. He let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding and moved closer to Draco. The blonde boy's eyes slowly fluttered open. He smiled slightly and kissed Harry's chin. "Morning. ."
"Mm, good mornin'."
"Have fun last night?" asked Draco playfully, burying his face in Harry's chest.
"What do you think?" Harry kissed Draco's head again softly, glancing at his hair. How did Draco's hair manage to stay so straight without moose -- especially after last night's activities?
Harry closed his eyes and smiled slightly, pleased to be with Draco. He only opened them when someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
"Harry. . Mr. Malfoy." He nodded briefly to each before continuing, "I suspect you are having a good school year Harry?" Said Dumbledore in a soft tone. Draco hurriedly turned, making sure he was covered and looked to the headmaster. His cheeks tinged pink, which was nothing compared to Harry's beat-red face.
"Good morning Professor Dumbledore. ." Said Draco nervously, trying to make up for Harry's lack of response.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered with an un-identified emotion and he smiled slightly under his great white beard. "Yes. . Very good it looks like. Please get dressed and meet me in my office in five minutes boys. The password is the three musketeers."
Dumbledore turned, and silently exited, leaving a very mortified Harry and Draco alone.
"How. . Why. . " Stuttered Harry finally. Draco turned and smacked Harry's chest playfully. Harry was still staring at the spot Dumbledore was standing.
"He's gone Pothead."
Harry snapped out of it and looked at Draco. "What did you call me dray?"
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Dray?"
"Yes Dray." Harry narrowed his eyes. "Now what did you call me?"
Draco flashed him a smile and pulled away, hurriedly rising from the bed. "Well you heard the old fool. . Lets get dressed shall we?" He wrapped the sheet tighter around his thin waist and looked under the bed. "Where'd I put my clothes?"
Harry thought for a moment before sitting up himself, rubbing his side he glanced underneath him. "Dray. . You looking for these?" Draco turned around to have Harry throw his boxers in his face. "Haha. Thanks."
The two continued to get dressed, until both were in [slightly wrinkled] robes and standing outside the door. After a few moments of Draco's complaining of having to wear the same robes a second day in a row, and an additional minute of silence, Draco spoke. "You know the moment we step out of that door we're going to have to go back to hating each other. . Right?"
Harry nodded and kissed Draco softly. "I know. But when we're alone. ." Harry's eyes flickered dangerously and Draco smiled, pushing him away.
"Alright tiger, lets go."
The two squeezed under Harry's invisibility cloak and walked to an abandoned hall. There they separated [to look less suspicious,] and made their way to Dumbledore's office.
Harry arrived outside of the office first, and said the password to the statue. It quickly hopped out of the way and Harry made his way up the winding stairway, Draco shortly behind.
Once in the office Harry sat in front of Dumbledore's desk, in one of the plush chairs. Draco came in moments later and did the same. . -- on separate chairs of course.
As the two waited for the headmaster, Harry glanced worriedly over to Draco. Draco had his hands neatly folded in his lap and was calmly watching an old grandfather clock behind Dumbledore's desk. Harry on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of his chair and fidgeting with the sleeves of his robe.
A moment later, Dumbledore's long wizard cloak could be heard as he strode into the room. He sat in front of the two boys and smiled merrily, "Lemon drop?"
Both boys nodded their head no and waited for the headmaster to continue as he popped a lemon drop into his own mouth.
Professor Dumbledore propped his elbows on his desk and his eyes moved from Draco to Harry.
Moments, even minutes went by in a very awkward silence.
Finally, the tension broke as he spoke. "Boys. . When I left this morning I went to find Harry, in hopes to talk to him about the events of last year." He studied Harry's nervous demeanor over his half moon spectacles and continued. "But, I suspect there may be the sudden need to discuss a different topic. . ."
Harry swallowed nervously and tapped his foot on the floor. Draco rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Harry's knee in a signal to stop it. Harry stopped and avoided looking Dumbledore in the eyes as Draco's hand [in a comforting manor,] rubbed his leg.
Draco on the other hand, seemed to be challenging Dumbledore to say something.
Dumbledore's smile grew, and as if sensing Harry's line of thought, he spoke. "No house points will be taken from either house, as there are really no grounds to justify such an action. Nor will either of you be punished for your. . Nighttime adventures. I must warn though, if Flinch is to catch you. . Well that may be the type of high he has been looking for lately."
Harry smiled slightly and turned to Dumbledore, though he still focused on the clock behind the man.
"I also suggest that you both are more careful on where you hold these adventures if you feel the absolute need to break the rules. Which, in some cases I am aware rules are made to be broken. At other times, which I hope both of you know of, rules are rules and it is not appropriate to disobey." Draco quirked an eyebrow, his eyes asking, 'And when would that be?' but he chose to stay silent.
"You may both leave if wish, though I have one final piece of advice. Be careful on who you trust with your relationship Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter."
Dumbledore stood, the two boys following suit. "Harry. . I request your presence after dinner tonight. Around 8 o'clock?"
Harry nodded and shifted uncomfortably. Dumbledore motioned to the door and sat once more, leaving both boys to show themselves out.
Harry and Draco made there way down the stairway and into the hallway. "Potter." Spat Draco.
Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield. "Malfoy."
Their eyes meant with an understanding as both made a rude face and turned, heading back to their appropriate common rooms.
Draco's mind was heavy with questions of his feelings, and Harry's with thoughts of the upcoming meeting. Dumbledore had said to be careful with who knew of their relationship. . . But why?
Harry's feet subconsciously led him to the Gryffindor Portrait and as he stopped, the obvious answer hit him. There was a spy in Hogwarts. With that, also came the answer of what the meeting would hold. As it wasn't positive, he still knew there would be a lot of questions asked, and only a few answered.
Author's Note: Alright, that's the new chapter. Think of it as my Christmas present to you. Lol Anyway, come on people -- I was getting so many reviews for a while there! Eh. . Like any of you care. Anyway. . Off to the coffeepot!
Teaser--
SMACK!
The room was filled with an eerie silence as Harry touched his burning cheek. He scowled and took one final glance at a very angry Hermione, before turning and hurrying out the portrait hole.
Sarah486: Yeah, Its quite obvious we all have gutter minds huh? Lol. Thanks!
little-miss-sexy: Like your going to like this teaser any better. .
Chapter Fourteen -- Revealed
Harry groggily opened his eyes, the previous night flooding back at him in a rush. He smiled slightly and briefly wondered it was a dream, but quickly dismissed that thought as he rolled to his side. Lying next to him was a certain blonde Slytherin who was smiling peacefully in his sleep.
Harry reached over and placed a hand on his side, tracing his finger down his pale skin. Draco fidgeted and moved closer to Harry in his sleep. He smiled to himself and kissed Draco's forehead affectionately.
I wonder what time it is. . thought Harry.
Magically, something resembling an alarm clock appeared on the night table behind Draco. It read 9:00 A.M.
Harry yawned, stretching slightly.
9 A.M. . . . . CRAP -- We're late!
Harry nearly woke Draco up before he remembered the day was Saturday. He let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding and moved closer to Draco. The blonde boy's eyes slowly fluttered open. He smiled slightly and kissed Harry's chin. "Morning. ."
"Mm, good mornin'."
"Have fun last night?" asked Draco playfully, burying his face in Harry's chest.
"What do you think?" Harry kissed Draco's head again softly, glancing at his hair. How did Draco's hair manage to stay so straight without moose -- especially after last night's activities?
Harry closed his eyes and smiled slightly, pleased to be with Draco. He only opened them when someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
"Harry. . Mr. Malfoy." He nodded briefly to each before continuing, "I suspect you are having a good school year Harry?" Said Dumbledore in a soft tone. Draco hurriedly turned, making sure he was covered and looked to the headmaster. His cheeks tinged pink, which was nothing compared to Harry's beat-red face.
"Good morning Professor Dumbledore. ." Said Draco nervously, trying to make up for Harry's lack of response.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered with an un-identified emotion and he smiled slightly under his great white beard. "Yes. . Very good it looks like. Please get dressed and meet me in my office in five minutes boys. The password is the three musketeers."
Dumbledore turned, and silently exited, leaving a very mortified Harry and Draco alone.
"How. . Why. . " Stuttered Harry finally. Draco turned and smacked Harry's chest playfully. Harry was still staring at the spot Dumbledore was standing.
"He's gone Pothead."
Harry snapped out of it and looked at Draco. "What did you call me dray?"
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Dray?"
"Yes Dray." Harry narrowed his eyes. "Now what did you call me?"
Draco flashed him a smile and pulled away, hurriedly rising from the bed. "Well you heard the old fool. . Lets get dressed shall we?" He wrapped the sheet tighter around his thin waist and looked under the bed. "Where'd I put my clothes?"
Harry thought for a moment before sitting up himself, rubbing his side he glanced underneath him. "Dray. . You looking for these?" Draco turned around to have Harry throw his boxers in his face. "Haha. Thanks."
The two continued to get dressed, until both were in [slightly wrinkled] robes and standing outside the door. After a few moments of Draco's complaining of having to wear the same robes a second day in a row, and an additional minute of silence, Draco spoke. "You know the moment we step out of that door we're going to have to go back to hating each other. . Right?"
Harry nodded and kissed Draco softly. "I know. But when we're alone. ." Harry's eyes flickered dangerously and Draco smiled, pushing him away.
"Alright tiger, lets go."
The two squeezed under Harry's invisibility cloak and walked to an abandoned hall. There they separated [to look less suspicious,] and made their way to Dumbledore's office.
Harry arrived outside of the office first, and said the password to the statue. It quickly hopped out of the way and Harry made his way up the winding stairway, Draco shortly behind.
Once in the office Harry sat in front of Dumbledore's desk, in one of the plush chairs. Draco came in moments later and did the same. . -- on separate chairs of course.
As the two waited for the headmaster, Harry glanced worriedly over to Draco. Draco had his hands neatly folded in his lap and was calmly watching an old grandfather clock behind Dumbledore's desk. Harry on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of his chair and fidgeting with the sleeves of his robe.
A moment later, Dumbledore's long wizard cloak could be heard as he strode into the room. He sat in front of the two boys and smiled merrily, "Lemon drop?"
Both boys nodded their head no and waited for the headmaster to continue as he popped a lemon drop into his own mouth.
Professor Dumbledore propped his elbows on his desk and his eyes moved from Draco to Harry.
Moments, even minutes went by in a very awkward silence.
Finally, the tension broke as he spoke. "Boys. . When I left this morning I went to find Harry, in hopes to talk to him about the events of last year." He studied Harry's nervous demeanor over his half moon spectacles and continued. "But, I suspect there may be the sudden need to discuss a different topic. . ."
Harry swallowed nervously and tapped his foot on the floor. Draco rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Harry's knee in a signal to stop it. Harry stopped and avoided looking Dumbledore in the eyes as Draco's hand [in a comforting manor,] rubbed his leg.
Draco on the other hand, seemed to be challenging Dumbledore to say something.
Dumbledore's smile grew, and as if sensing Harry's line of thought, he spoke. "No house points will be taken from either house, as there are really no grounds to justify such an action. Nor will either of you be punished for your. . Nighttime adventures. I must warn though, if Flinch is to catch you. . Well that may be the type of high he has been looking for lately."
Harry smiled slightly and turned to Dumbledore, though he still focused on the clock behind the man.
"I also suggest that you both are more careful on where you hold these adventures if you feel the absolute need to break the rules. Which, in some cases I am aware rules are made to be broken. At other times, which I hope both of you know of, rules are rules and it is not appropriate to disobey." Draco quirked an eyebrow, his eyes asking, 'And when would that be?' but he chose to stay silent.
"You may both leave if wish, though I have one final piece of advice. Be careful on who you trust with your relationship Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter."
Dumbledore stood, the two boys following suit. "Harry. . I request your presence after dinner tonight. Around 8 o'clock?"
Harry nodded and shifted uncomfortably. Dumbledore motioned to the door and sat once more, leaving both boys to show themselves out.
Harry and Draco made there way down the stairway and into the hallway. "Potter." Spat Draco.
Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield. "Malfoy."
Their eyes meant with an understanding as both made a rude face and turned, heading back to their appropriate common rooms.
Draco's mind was heavy with questions of his feelings, and Harry's with thoughts of the upcoming meeting. Dumbledore had said to be careful with who knew of their relationship. . . But why?
Harry's feet subconsciously led him to the Gryffindor Portrait and as he stopped, the obvious answer hit him. There was a spy in Hogwarts. With that, also came the answer of what the meeting would hold. As it wasn't positive, he still knew there would be a lot of questions asked, and only a few answered.
Author's Note: Alright, that's the new chapter. Think of it as my Christmas present to you. Lol Anyway, come on people -- I was getting so many reviews for a while there! Eh. . Like any of you care. Anyway. . Off to the coffeepot!
Teaser--
SMACK!
The room was filled with an eerie silence as Harry touched his burning cheek. He scowled and took one final glance at a very angry Hermione, before turning and hurrying out the portrait hole.