Friendship and Beyond 33/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Verbal Sparring
The three students stood still for a few long moments before they trudged wearily back into the Great Hall. Upon regaining their previous seats, the professors gave them measured looks before continuing with their meals. Harry snuck a quick glance at Malfoy, only to find him staring back. Malfoy raised an imperious eyebrow glaring at his housemate suspiciously.
"So what's going on, Potty?" Draco asked after a quick glance at the other students to make sure they weren't being spied upon.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in between eating a mouthful of food, casting a quick wand less silencing charm around himself, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy. All three felt the magic surrounding them, but only Hermione knew what Harry did, although Ron was aware of a spell being cast and looked around covertly for the caster. It was only after Ron noticed Harry's sparkling eyes that he realized what happened.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." Draco responded snidely. "My father sent me a letter explaining your plan."
"Um…" Harry stuttered, hoping that Malfoy would give him something else to explain what the elder wizard told him. "Yeah, well I didn't think dear old dad would tell you what we talked about."
"The Malfoys trust their own." Draco assured the trio pompously. The three friends exchanged concerned glanced, before looking at the blonde Slytherin. "Who would have thought you three would betray Dumbledore like this?"
"What are you on about, Ferret?" Ron sneered disdainfully.
"There's no need to be coy, Weasel. My father explained your part in the plan for tonight. Now frankly I thought you would leave the whole thing to Dumbledore after your little chat with my father. I didn't think you had enough sense not to trust that old bastard. Perhaps I underestimated you three."
"What exactly do you know Malfoy?" Harry asked calmly. "Or rather, let me rephrase that, what is it you think you know?"
"I know that my father has allied himself with you and that you three are to come with me tonight when I open the wards. You're to stay in my sight at all times. It seems that you've made a deal with the devil Potter." Draco smirked. "Whatever happened to the vaunted Gryffindor morals?"
"What makes you think Dumbledore doesn't know about this already?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm sure he does, but does he know how you're planning on fighting the Dark Lord on your own?"
"That would be foolish." Harry blustered.
"Yes, and very Gryffindor of you."
"In case you've forgotten, Ferret." Ron interjected. "We are no longer Gryffindors."
"Once a Gryffindor always a Gryffindor." Malfoy sneered. "Besides did you really think you were being covert sneaking to Snape's rooms every evening for what I can only assume to be lessons? Unless of course you were having an illicit orgy. Like I said, it's wise of you to not trust Dumbledore completely. You shouldn't give away any unnecessary advantages, even to supposed allies."
"High praise from a Malfoy." Harry commented calmly, watching Draco's reaction. "I must say you're taking your father's change of allegiances quite well."
"Not particularly." Malfoy answered, his eyes flashing menacingly. "However, a Malfoy's first and foremost concern is with his family. My father was not about to sacrifice his only son and heir on another's mad whim."
"How do we know we can trust you?" Hermione asked softly.
"You don't."
"That's comforting." Ron murmured.
"It wasn't meant to be." Draco answered seriously as he stood up to leave the hall. "Oh one last thing, how do you know you can trust my father either?"
"That went well." Harry commented softly after lowering the silencing charm, as the trio watched Malfoy walk jauntily away.
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Verbal Sparring
The three students stood still for a few long moments before they trudged wearily back into the Great Hall. Upon regaining their previous seats, the professors gave them measured looks before continuing with their meals. Harry snuck a quick glance at Malfoy, only to find him staring back. Malfoy raised an imperious eyebrow glaring at his housemate suspiciously.
"So what's going on, Potty?" Draco asked after a quick glance at the other students to make sure they weren't being spied upon.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in between eating a mouthful of food, casting a quick wand less silencing charm around himself, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy. All three felt the magic surrounding them, but only Hermione knew what Harry did, although Ron was aware of a spell being cast and looked around covertly for the caster. It was only after Ron noticed Harry's sparkling eyes that he realized what happened.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." Draco responded snidely. "My father sent me a letter explaining your plan."
"Um…" Harry stuttered, hoping that Malfoy would give him something else to explain what the elder wizard told him. "Yeah, well I didn't think dear old dad would tell you what we talked about."
"The Malfoys trust their own." Draco assured the trio pompously. The three friends exchanged concerned glanced, before looking at the blonde Slytherin. "Who would have thought you three would betray Dumbledore like this?"
"What are you on about, Ferret?" Ron sneered disdainfully.
"There's no need to be coy, Weasel. My father explained your part in the plan for tonight. Now frankly I thought you would leave the whole thing to Dumbledore after your little chat with my father. I didn't think you had enough sense not to trust that old bastard. Perhaps I underestimated you three."
"What exactly do you know Malfoy?" Harry asked calmly. "Or rather, let me rephrase that, what is it you think you know?"
"I know that my father has allied himself with you and that you three are to come with me tonight when I open the wards. You're to stay in my sight at all times. It seems that you've made a deal with the devil Potter." Draco smirked. "Whatever happened to the vaunted Gryffindor morals?"
"What makes you think Dumbledore doesn't know about this already?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm sure he does, but does he know how you're planning on fighting the Dark Lord on your own?"
"That would be foolish." Harry blustered.
"Yes, and very Gryffindor of you."
"In case you've forgotten, Ferret." Ron interjected. "We are no longer Gryffindors."
"Once a Gryffindor always a Gryffindor." Malfoy sneered. "Besides did you really think you were being covert sneaking to Snape's rooms every evening for what I can only assume to be lessons? Unless of course you were having an illicit orgy. Like I said, it's wise of you to not trust Dumbledore completely. You shouldn't give away any unnecessary advantages, even to supposed allies."
"High praise from a Malfoy." Harry commented calmly, watching Draco's reaction. "I must say you're taking your father's change of allegiances quite well."
"Not particularly." Malfoy answered, his eyes flashing menacingly. "However, a Malfoy's first and foremost concern is with his family. My father was not about to sacrifice his only son and heir on another's mad whim."
"How do we know we can trust you?" Hermione asked softly.
"You don't."
"That's comforting." Ron murmured.
"It wasn't meant to be." Draco answered seriously as he stood up to leave the hall. "Oh one last thing, how do you know you can trust my father either?"
"That went well." Harry commented softly after lowering the silencing charm, as the trio watched Malfoy walk jauntily away.
