My December
By Elly Malfoy
Disclaimer: No owe-y, no sue-y! The characters belong to JK Rowling (the genius), the song, which will come later, belongs to Linkin Park, and the plot, well the plot has been done many times before, so I don't know who it belongs to.
A/N: Oops, forgot to say: OotP Spoilers! This is a SLASH fic, so if you don't like that kind of thing, please don't continue reading, I don't want to receive any hate mail, thanks! Oh, I still need a beta-reader, if you would like to be mine, email me at aznkittyrockstar@hotmail.com
A/N2: OMG! I've never gotten more than two reviewers! Wow! I'm so happy; it really means a lot to me that people actually like my story! So, I want to take the time to give my thanks to those who've reviewed so far! (If I didn't get you this time, sorry, you've must have reviewed after I posted this. I promise I'll get you next chapter! I still love you though!)
Sapphrine: Thanks! *gasp* Dumbledore knows?! Now what ever made you think that?! Hehe! You'll just have to see! Oh, thanks for the complement about the song! I thought it was the sorriest excuse for a song there was! Thanks for reviewing! You're so great!
Curious Dream Weaver: Love the name by the way. Thanks! I though the beginning was kind of lame myself, but I was happy with it nonetheless. Thanks for the nice complements! You're so sweet! So, here's your chapter three!
Tamyshka: Thanks for reviewing! I wasn't going to make Serenity a big character in the story, but I ended up getting her involved in the Potter/Malfoy feud and she got sucked up in the plot. So, I have to work her in somehow, darn my muse. I'm glad you like the story! J Here's chapter three, enjoy!
PixieStar1: Cute name! Thanks for such a sweet review! I really have a lot in store for Serenity, even though I didn't plan it that way, as I told Tamyshka, darn my muse. I was going to put her in Slytherin to confuse you guys with what the sorting hat said, but I somehow got off track and she ended up in Gryffindor, what a hoot! I think that her there makes it a better way to have the song the way I wanted to be place in. Yay! I didn't think that I could write, lol, but now I have a style! Let's just hope I can keep writing like that! Lol! Thanks for reviewing!
NewmanFan12: Thanks! It's my favorite too! Thanks! I thought making her in Gryffindor (you spelt it right by the way) was a good idea, as I've replied to other reviewers, I have much in store for the blonde Gryffindor. Thanks for reviewing and I hope I keep you interested in the story!
GiRligIrL6: Thanks so much! I'm glad you are enjoying! Thank you for reviewing as well!
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So, enough of the chit-chat, on with the fic!
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Chapter Three: Love within a Prophecy
Harry sat and chatted with Serenity. He found out a lot about the Malfoy family, especially Draco. If Harry was as cruel as Malfoy, he would use these family stories as blackmail, but Harry wasn't. His favorite story would be the one when Serenity was four, she ran up to Draco, wanting to play Snap, but the older blonde refused. Serenity wouldn't give up having her cousin to play with, so she began to tug of his robes and, without knowing, his pant's leg. She tugged so fiercely, she ripped off his robe, as well as his pants, revealing his tight, white underwear beneath. Unfortunately for Draco, his Aunt had brought the camera, and took pictures of the spontaneous event. That was the day Draco vowed to wear boxers and to not ignore Serenity. Harry reminded himself to ask Serenity share the picture of the incident.
Slowly, students exited the Great Hall with full stomachs and on their way to the cozy beds. Harry, however, made his way to Dumbledore's office. At the entrance, he found the Slytherin prefect that was still angry about his cousin's association with 'The Famous Harry Potter.' He stood in front of the gargoyle, arms crossed, left foot tapping impatiently. He was mumbling to himself. Harry caught a few phrases like: 'old fool…' and 'damn sorting hat…' Harry had to hold back the sniggered traveling up his throat.
Harry approached the gargoyle, standing beside the seething blonde and looked straight ahead. It seemed to him that every time he went to see Dumbledore, no one gave him the password. "Uh, Jelly Babies… um, Lemon drops, no, no, that's been done before…" Draco watched the taller boy, who seemed to be in deep thought. 'He must be nutters,' Draco thought. 'Well, that explains everything.' Harry continued his guessing, "Chocolate Ants, um, Caramel Chews," the gargoyle began to turn and rose to reveal the spiral staircase that lead to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Way to go, Potter," Malfoy mocked.
"Just go already, Malfoy," Harry snapped, clearly annoyed by the boy's sarcasm. The two reached the door the headmaster's office and Harry knocked.
"Come in," they heard the old man's voice from within. Malfoy opened the door and courteously let Harry go first. Harry's eyes protruded, once again, as he stepped through the door. 'Wow, Malfoy opened the door for me. That was, well, was… a first,' Harry thought.
"Ah, boys, please come in," the headmaster waved them inside. "Please, have a seat," he gestured to the two velvet covered seats in front of his desk. "How did you like the feast?"
"It was great, sir," Harry replied.
"Good, good, and you, Draco?" the man turned to the blonde.
"I wouldn't know…" he snapped. "Sorry, sir," he apologized, forgetting his manners.
"Its okay, Mr. Malfoy. Now, I'm sure are you wondering why I've asked you two to come to my office, correct?" The two boys nodded, signaling for him to continue. "Well, first I want to talk about Mr. Malfoy's cousin, Serenity. I cannot reveal a lot now, but I must ask you two to keep your eyes on her. She is very important to us."
Malfoy moved forward in his seat. "Headmaster, forgive me, but how is Serenity important to you?"
"Us, Mr. Malfoy, and as I have said, I cannot tell you much now," the headmaster's eyes twinkled in the moonlight. 'I hate it when he does that,' Malfoy sneered inwardly.
"Professor, why do you say, us," Harry, asking the question Malfoy was thinking of as well.
"I know that Mr. Malfoy wishes to come to are side, isn't that right?" the elder facing from Harry to Draco. The blonde shifted in his seat and remained silent. A smile crept across the Professor's face and continued with the conversation, "There are a couple of more things, boys." The room became silent, making Malfoy stiffen more, he didn't like silence. Professor Dumbledore watched the two in front of him and smiled wider.
Harry tried to keep his gaze on the headmaster, but Malfoy kept moving, causing him to glance over. Every time he did, Malfoy caught is glance, making Harry blush slightly, and turned away quickly. He really didn't know exactly why he blushed, but trying to sneak glances at your enemy was quite embarrassing. Usually, Harry would catch Draco's stare and contend in the on going battle between them, but since the episode on the train and the thoughts he had of Malfoy, he couldn't keep his mind on the hatred he felt towards the boy. Like at the feast, he didn't feel the hatred, no, it was a yearning. 'No,' he thought sternly, 'No yearning for Dra- I mean Malfoy! Bad Harry!' he mentally hit himself. (A/N: Okay, forgive me if that was a little of out character, but I had to put that in there, it was funny. Hehe… okay sorry for the interruption.)
Draco, on the other hand, openly started at Harry. His hatred was limited though, how could he be mad at Harry, no, um, Potter. After all, it was his cousin that disgraced all Malfoys. 'Wait! I have to be mad a Potter! The damn git has disrespected me and made me disappoint father,' Draco fumed, 'Why in the hell should I care what my father thinks. Oh hell, why do I care what anyone thinks! This old coot has me up in his office for nothing when I could be in my bed, asleep!'
"Well," Dumbledore finally continued, making Harry jump. "As I was saying, there are a couple of more things. I'm sure you two heard the sorting hat at the feast, correct?" Again, they nodded and he continued, "I want to tell you now that I respect the decisions the both of you will make, but I want to please consider what the best choice is. I'm not pressuring you to make it now, nor am I telling you which is one I think is best and the wrong one." Harry smiled at the old man's hidden joke, obviously Draco didn't catch it. "I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to say, yes?"
Neither boy made a move. It started to fit together. Dumbledore asked to see them right after the sorting hat had said what it did. Neither wanted to think of what words the headmaster was going to choose, 'Something embarrassing, I bet,' Harry groaned inwardly.
"Well, as I can tell by awkward silence, you have," Dumbledore finally spoke. "I wish for you and Mr. Malfoy to," Draco flinched, preparing himself for those words which the sorting hat had sung before, "train together for the war."
"You- wait, what?" Harry was taken aback.
"I said, I wish for you and Mr. Malfoy to train together for the war," he repeated.
Malfoy let out a sigh of relief, "Why do you want me to train, Professor?" Malfoy, who clearly was caught off guard, expected the words to escape his mouth to be something that caused the Golden Boy and himself to be a little more, what was the word, intimate.
"I was, of course, assuming that you've join our side after you stated to Professor Snape your disownment of your father," the elderly man sat with his hands intertwined upon his desk. Harry's eyes protruded for the third time tonight. 'Draco Malfoy had disowned his father? What about, 'You're dead, Potter,'? What about the family loyalty that he'd believe so firmly in?' Harry's head filled with questions as he started openly at the boy, just as Draco had before.
"I never said I was on your side," Malfoy snapped, catching himself and adding, "sir."
"Well, as I have said, I assumed," the headmaster continued.
"Well, with all due respect, Professor Dumbledore, I have chosen to stay out of the war. It's better for me not to get wrapped up in which side I'm in," Draco explained. "I figured, if I'm not on any side, I wouldn't be harmed."
"Don't be dense, Malfoy," Harry said suddenly.
"Excuse me?"
"I though you were more intelligent. Voldemort doesn't care if you're on his side or not. He'll kill you without a second thought!"
"Potter, you don't know what you're talking-"
"Of course I do you git! Cedric didn't do anything to Voldemort, but he didn't care! He killed Cedric without any remorse! What about all those innocent Muggles that have died?! They didn't even know about the war and he killed them! He killed them! It's better to choose a side and fight for what you believe than sitting on the sidelines and dying as an innocent bystander!" Harry shouted, without realizing, he'd moved right in front of Draco, they were inches about. He could smell the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamons fill his nose.
"Potter's right, Draco," the familiar voice of the potions teacher, Professor Snape, came for behind the two. Malfoy turned around to see his head of house come and stand by his seat. Then, Draco turned back to the gaze of Harry, returning to the state of wonderment and confusion he had felt lately. Harry smelt of apples, he was so close, if he could move just inches further, he could taste of those luscious red lips that were teasing before him.
"Harry, if you'd like to take your seat, I'd like to tell you really why I've summoned you both here. As I said before, we all heard what the sorting hat had sung before. Professor Trelawney should be given credit for at least having two successful prophecies," the old man laughed, but continued. "Harry, Mr. Malfoy, there is a prophecy that Professor Trelawney made soon after the one which was held in the Ministry."
Harry and Malfoy both began to stiffen; this wasn't going to be good. Dumbledore continued, "It told of two that would fall in love and bring unity to Hogwarts, something that obviously has never been done. It was, if I remember correctly, stated as such: 'Two will find love and share it with Hogwarts. Unity is found and together they need each other to fight in the inevitable war. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor will confide in each other. Total opposites they see each other as, but have more in common then they realize.'"
Total silence had filled the room, just as it had done many times this particular evening. It was piercing; the blade was ripping through Malfoy. He had to break the silence, "Well," Harry jumped. "This has been a very entertaining evening, thank you Professor, but if you don't mind, I'll go to my dorm now."
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Malfoy, I was suggesting the same thing," the elder smiled. "I'll give you a few days to let this entire thing sink in," the look in his eyes was sickening. "Harry, you may leave too. I'll see you two this Friday to hear your thoughts on this matter. Severus, may I have a word with you?" He nodded to the two younger boys as they walked towards the door.
The two were too stunned to try and catch glances. 'I can't believe it,' Harry thought.
'It's not possible,' Draco shook his head in disbelief. 'I knew what he meant, what the hat meant, but I still don't believe it,' he pondered as he made his way towards the dungeons without giving the other boy another thought.
'It can't be,' Harry continued to the Tower, disregarding that he left Malfoy's presence.
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Oy! Is that a short chapter? Tell me and I'll try and make them longer. I know that the way I approached the situation was weak, but I think a prophecy is a good way to tell things, you know. I know it was kind of confusing the way Dumbledore switched subjects like that, but you'll see way next chapter! So, there is chapter three, press the little purple friend to tell me what you think! Thanks for reviewing; by the way, it really means a lot to me!
