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Draco stalked after Snape, upset that he had been interrupted. *Stupid, measly, dirty, ugly, greasy, Death Breath Snape! I was so close to making Harry mine! Why did he have to go and screw it up?* he thought angrily, not even bothering to look up as Snape muttered the password to his chambers.
As soon as the door swung closed, Snape whipped himself towards Draco, drawing little surprise from his pupil.
"What in the nine bloody hells are you trying to do?!" he shouted incredulously, not even pausing for Draco to get a word in edgewise. "I saw that look in your eyes as I walked in. I don't like it, not one bit! Tell me now, what are you doing? Why are you trying to push this?"
"Why professor, I think it was bloody obvious that I was trying to get into Potter's pants. I mean, you might not have gotten laid for a while, but I would think that you still know what it is, am I right?" Draco asked with a self sufficient smirk spreading across his face (A/N: yay for alliteration!). Snape's glare turned colder than an ice sculpture at his pupil's rude comments.
"Listen, I'm sorry for the comment about your sex life, but you really do need to get some. And I know I'm in a snappy mood, but you interrupted me right when I was going to pounce! And believe you me that Jorge won't be pleased," Draco exclaimed, motioning to the prominent bulge in his robes. Snape turned a ghastly shade of pale before bursting into a fit of laughter. Draco looked at him with a mean glare while exclaiming, "What? What's so funny?"
"You . . . you . . . you named it Jorge?" he asked before cracking up again. Draco pouted indignantly and crossed his arms over his chest before making his way to the worn chair in the corner by the fireplace and plopped into it. Snape wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and proceeded over to were Draco was sitting, the pout still attached to his face. He crouched in front of the figure and apologized.
"I'm sorry for laughing, but I figured if you named it you would name it Draconis or something along the bloodline of your name. I shouldn't have laughed."
"I was going to name it something like that until I realized that it would be way too obvious. I'm still mad at you though! You shouldn't have laughed."
"If it makes you feel any better, I named mine Billie. . ." Snape trailed off, a slight tint to his cheeks as Draco stared at him in horror. Snape smirked at the comical expression splayed across Draco's aristocratic features before Draco clapped his hands over his ears and ran out the door muttering, "I need therapy, I need therapy. . ." continually to himself.
"Dear god, if he doesn't get laid, I'll kill Potter myself. . ."
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Draco shuddered as he walked back towards the infirmary, trying to dispel the horrible images from his mind. He entered the infirmary, immediately looking towards Harry's bed, finding it empty. He cursed out loud and stormed out to find the missing boy.
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Walking towards the Gryffindor Tower, Draco was pulled aside by Professor McGonnagall and told to go straight to the Headmaster's office. Angry at being detoured from his mission, he stomped down the stair cases and angrily gave the password to the Gargoyle who jumped out of his way to avoid being trampled. No matter how badly his anger blinded him, he remembered to knock first before barging his way through the oak door and threw himself into a squashy armchair. He had a double take as he finally noticed the object of his mission was sitting next to him, staring off into space. His attention gave way to Dumbledore's face as he began.
"The reason you both are here is to tell me every detail of the fight. Now, Harry I believe you should begin."
After the long exhaustive explanation, Dumbledore sat in silence, contemplating what he should reveal to the two sitting and waiting expectantly in front of him. Sighing resignedly, he decided to tell them the truth.
"I know why Voldemort died so easily by Draco's hands, but I'm not sure you both are old enough or ready to hear what I have to explain. It's your choice to know and it will only be revealed if you both agree. It's unfair for only one to know," he finished, awaiting their answers. They both nodded their agreement to hear and Dumbledore sighed before starting the story.
"Long ago, the Founders were united as a group to start this school. What was unknown knowledge was the relationship that actually occurred between Godric and Salazar. They were together in a romantic sense, keeping it a secret for the sake of the school and keeping airs of their former loathing behaviors. Only Rowena and Helga were included in the secret and it has been kept since all of their passings. But, as Helga was on her death bed, she foretold a prophecy to be held in later years. She was not sure of when, for her divination skills were not up to par because of her illness. In her prophecy, she saw the same happening to the heirs of the two lovers and how one would overtake a dark lord with the help of the other. And that is what I believe has happened," he finished, settling back until the barrage of questions would hit him.
"But, I didn't do anything to help Draco defeat Voldemort. I was unconscious at that time," Harry probed.
"It was your presence that helped him. Subconsciously, you loved him and his subconscious felt that, giving him the extra strength he needed for the final spell. As you must be aware, that spell works only when some one is feeling strong emotions, or when they are extremely powerful. Draco is powerful, but the extra emotion helped him complete what needed to be done."
"Well, that explains a lot," Draco trailed off, still digesting the situation.
"I see neither of you are perturbed about the idea that you are supposed to end up in a relationship?"
"Not really," Draco started, surprising the headmaster with his explanation of why, "I've known I go both ways for at least two years. It's not much of a surprise to me."
"And I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Even Sirius knows now. We ended up having a talk and he completely understands. As if he wouldn't, he's been dating Remus for years," Harry explained.
"Alright, that's a great step in the right direction. But I must advise against letting your relationship, should it develop, from becoming public knowledge. The Daily Prophet would have a field day and also, to protect you from other students who might not have the same tolerance that I or your godfather have. Now that this is all settled, I want you to go back to the hospital wing and stay there for as long as Madam Pomfrey instructs. Goodnight boys, and be good," he admonished as he shooed them out the door.
They walked hand in hand back towards the hospital wing and took beds beside each other. Too exhausted to stay awake and talk, they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
(A/N: Yay! I actually got some inspiration and finished the 4th chapter. I thank all of those who asked me to continue, even though I thought this was pretty horrible. I hope you liked and please leave reviews!)
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Draco stalked after Snape, upset that he had been interrupted. *Stupid, measly, dirty, ugly, greasy, Death Breath Snape! I was so close to making Harry mine! Why did he have to go and screw it up?* he thought angrily, not even bothering to look up as Snape muttered the password to his chambers.
As soon as the door swung closed, Snape whipped himself towards Draco, drawing little surprise from his pupil.
"What in the nine bloody hells are you trying to do?!" he shouted incredulously, not even pausing for Draco to get a word in edgewise. "I saw that look in your eyes as I walked in. I don't like it, not one bit! Tell me now, what are you doing? Why are you trying to push this?"
"Why professor, I think it was bloody obvious that I was trying to get into Potter's pants. I mean, you might not have gotten laid for a while, but I would think that you still know what it is, am I right?" Draco asked with a self sufficient smirk spreading across his face (A/N: yay for alliteration!). Snape's glare turned colder than an ice sculpture at his pupil's rude comments.
"Listen, I'm sorry for the comment about your sex life, but you really do need to get some. And I know I'm in a snappy mood, but you interrupted me right when I was going to pounce! And believe you me that Jorge won't be pleased," Draco exclaimed, motioning to the prominent bulge in his robes. Snape turned a ghastly shade of pale before bursting into a fit of laughter. Draco looked at him with a mean glare while exclaiming, "What? What's so funny?"
"You . . . you . . . you named it Jorge?" he asked before cracking up again. Draco pouted indignantly and crossed his arms over his chest before making his way to the worn chair in the corner by the fireplace and plopped into it. Snape wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and proceeded over to were Draco was sitting, the pout still attached to his face. He crouched in front of the figure and apologized.
"I'm sorry for laughing, but I figured if you named it you would name it Draconis or something along the bloodline of your name. I shouldn't have laughed."
"I was going to name it something like that until I realized that it would be way too obvious. I'm still mad at you though! You shouldn't have laughed."
"If it makes you feel any better, I named mine Billie. . ." Snape trailed off, a slight tint to his cheeks as Draco stared at him in horror. Snape smirked at the comical expression splayed across Draco's aristocratic features before Draco clapped his hands over his ears and ran out the door muttering, "I need therapy, I need therapy. . ." continually to himself.
"Dear god, if he doesn't get laid, I'll kill Potter myself. . ."
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Draco shuddered as he walked back towards the infirmary, trying to dispel the horrible images from his mind. He entered the infirmary, immediately looking towards Harry's bed, finding it empty. He cursed out loud and stormed out to find the missing boy.
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Walking towards the Gryffindor Tower, Draco was pulled aside by Professor McGonnagall and told to go straight to the Headmaster's office. Angry at being detoured from his mission, he stomped down the stair cases and angrily gave the password to the Gargoyle who jumped out of his way to avoid being trampled. No matter how badly his anger blinded him, he remembered to knock first before barging his way through the oak door and threw himself into a squashy armchair. He had a double take as he finally noticed the object of his mission was sitting next to him, staring off into space. His attention gave way to Dumbledore's face as he began.
"The reason you both are here is to tell me every detail of the fight. Now, Harry I believe you should begin."
After the long exhaustive explanation, Dumbledore sat in silence, contemplating what he should reveal to the two sitting and waiting expectantly in front of him. Sighing resignedly, he decided to tell them the truth.
"I know why Voldemort died so easily by Draco's hands, but I'm not sure you both are old enough or ready to hear what I have to explain. It's your choice to know and it will only be revealed if you both agree. It's unfair for only one to know," he finished, awaiting their answers. They both nodded their agreement to hear and Dumbledore sighed before starting the story.
"Long ago, the Founders were united as a group to start this school. What was unknown knowledge was the relationship that actually occurred between Godric and Salazar. They were together in a romantic sense, keeping it a secret for the sake of the school and keeping airs of their former loathing behaviors. Only Rowena and Helga were included in the secret and it has been kept since all of their passings. But, as Helga was on her death bed, she foretold a prophecy to be held in later years. She was not sure of when, for her divination skills were not up to par because of her illness. In her prophecy, she saw the same happening to the heirs of the two lovers and how one would overtake a dark lord with the help of the other. And that is what I believe has happened," he finished, settling back until the barrage of questions would hit him.
"But, I didn't do anything to help Draco defeat Voldemort. I was unconscious at that time," Harry probed.
"It was your presence that helped him. Subconsciously, you loved him and his subconscious felt that, giving him the extra strength he needed for the final spell. As you must be aware, that spell works only when some one is feeling strong emotions, or when they are extremely powerful. Draco is powerful, but the extra emotion helped him complete what needed to be done."
"Well, that explains a lot," Draco trailed off, still digesting the situation.
"I see neither of you are perturbed about the idea that you are supposed to end up in a relationship?"
"Not really," Draco started, surprising the headmaster with his explanation of why, "I've known I go both ways for at least two years. It's not much of a surprise to me."
"And I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Even Sirius knows now. We ended up having a talk and he completely understands. As if he wouldn't, he's been dating Remus for years," Harry explained.
"Alright, that's a great step in the right direction. But I must advise against letting your relationship, should it develop, from becoming public knowledge. The Daily Prophet would have a field day and also, to protect you from other students who might not have the same tolerance that I or your godfather have. Now that this is all settled, I want you to go back to the hospital wing and stay there for as long as Madam Pomfrey instructs. Goodnight boys, and be good," he admonished as he shooed them out the door.
They walked hand in hand back towards the hospital wing and took beds beside each other. Too exhausted to stay awake and talk, they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
(A/N: Yay! I actually got some inspiration and finished the 4th chapter. I thank all of those who asked me to continue, even though I thought this was pretty horrible. I hope you liked and please leave reviews!)
