Four: Dinner Date Part One
Disclaimer: The day I own any of this is the day Satan is found ice-skating to work. They still don't belong to me.
A/N: [] still signifies thought. I don't know why I keep putting that, only complete morons would forget that, and I think you all marginally more intelligent than that. Thanks, by the way, for all the fabulous reviews. I love reviews! There will be slash soon, I promise; the beginning is just introducing the story. And, I am so sorry that this took so long.
Shortly after Tom disappeared, Harry began wandering the hallways, with no idea whatsoever about where he was going. Really, he didn't particularly care; he was just walking. Walking, and waiting, and thinking. He wasn't as sure of himself as he appeared to be, in fact, he was a bit uneasy. This uneasiness stemmed from the fact that he knew that those he had once considered his friends were not going to like what he had done for himself.
[Than again, why do I care what they think? They abandoned me, Ron and Hermione more than anyone. When they got together I became the odd man out. Honestly, I've only received one letter from them this year, one! Not that I begrudge them their happiness, it just seems unfair that I've suddenly become the alienated one in that group. Well, I'm not exactly a part of the group now, am I? I've left them behind, left that life behind.]
He continued walking, and walking, and walking some more. Then, turning a corner, he nearly ran into Lucius Malfoy.
"Potter?!" he snapped, then, remembering something said, "I'm sorry, that was entirely my fault."
Harry smirked and said sarcastically, "I'm sure." And, with that, walked on.
As Harry meandered casually away, he could feel Malfoy's eyes in his back, the confusion there.
[He's probably surprised that The-Boy-Who-Lived isn't all purity and goodness. Well, that's really his problem; I don't give a damn about Mr. Lucius Malfoy and what he thinks. Ah, it's wonderful to be able to say whatever the hell I want to them and no worry about any repercussions. It's almost too funny, how little they can do to me now. I'm certain that they all resent it, but are too afraid of being hurt or killed to say anything.]
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the halls of Tom's.place. He really didn't know what else to call it, it was just a new place. At about five thirty, he went to track down the small dining room, he thought it a good idea to know where it was before he had to be there. It took some patience and time, bt after twenty minutes of search, he found it.
[Okay, Harry, remember where this room is. You'll need to find it again.]
Pausing in the room for a moment, Harry looked around, taking in details. It was really a rather gorgeous room, dimly lit and elegantly decorated. There was a table in the centre.
[If this is the small dining room, I wonder how big the other one is?]
Chuckling softly, Harry walked out of the room and went on to find his own room again.
"Jesus Christ, this is place is a maze." He muttered as he tried vainly to figure out where the hell he was. Before he could do that, though, a terrible pain washed over him, centering in his head. He staggered to the wall and leaned against it, breathing deeply and massaging his temples.
At that moment, for the second time that day, Lucius Malfoy saw Harry Potter. This time, however, instead of crashing into him, Lucius saw him from the end of the hallway. The boy was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, rubbing his temples as though he had a headache.
"Potter," he came closer, "What are you doing?"
Harry looked at the man; his eyes open to mere slits, "Are you blind? What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Rubbing your head, what I should have said is: what's the matter?"
"Pain."
"Pain?"
"Yes, Malfoy, pain, terrible, burning pain. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room to lie down."
"Wait," Lucius held up a hand as Harry made to go, "I'll walk you there, it wouldn't do to have you get seriously injured on the way."
Harry frowned slightly, but allowed the taller man to grab his elbow and lead him off down the hall.
"Are you not having dinner with him?" Harry didn't need to ask who 'he' was.
"Yes, in about an hour, why?"
"Then you should probably take something for the pain. I'll get it for you."
"Thank you."
"It's really no trouble."
[Dear gods, the man is actually acting civil! I'm getting scared now. Lucius Malfoy is treating me civilly.]
Lucius got Harry a potion, which Harry took because he knew damn well that if anyone hurt him, it would be on their heads. The pain went away almost instantly and, after assuring Harry that it was really no trouble, Lucius took his leave. Leaving Harry to stare at the closed door with a bemused expression on his face.
"That was strange."
TBC
Okay, people, here's the deal. I have been so busy lately that I have had no time to write. So, this took ages. And, I'm turning it into a two-part chapter because I want to post something soon and this is long enough to be part one. Next part: the dinner itself and what happens after. Ta ta, darlings!
Disclaimer: The day I own any of this is the day Satan is found ice-skating to work. They still don't belong to me.
A/N: [] still signifies thought. I don't know why I keep putting that, only complete morons would forget that, and I think you all marginally more intelligent than that. Thanks, by the way, for all the fabulous reviews. I love reviews! There will be slash soon, I promise; the beginning is just introducing the story. And, I am so sorry that this took so long.
Shortly after Tom disappeared, Harry began wandering the hallways, with no idea whatsoever about where he was going. Really, he didn't particularly care; he was just walking. Walking, and waiting, and thinking. He wasn't as sure of himself as he appeared to be, in fact, he was a bit uneasy. This uneasiness stemmed from the fact that he knew that those he had once considered his friends were not going to like what he had done for himself.
[Than again, why do I care what they think? They abandoned me, Ron and Hermione more than anyone. When they got together I became the odd man out. Honestly, I've only received one letter from them this year, one! Not that I begrudge them their happiness, it just seems unfair that I've suddenly become the alienated one in that group. Well, I'm not exactly a part of the group now, am I? I've left them behind, left that life behind.]
He continued walking, and walking, and walking some more. Then, turning a corner, he nearly ran into Lucius Malfoy.
"Potter?!" he snapped, then, remembering something said, "I'm sorry, that was entirely my fault."
Harry smirked and said sarcastically, "I'm sure." And, with that, walked on.
As Harry meandered casually away, he could feel Malfoy's eyes in his back, the confusion there.
[He's probably surprised that The-Boy-Who-Lived isn't all purity and goodness. Well, that's really his problem; I don't give a damn about Mr. Lucius Malfoy and what he thinks. Ah, it's wonderful to be able to say whatever the hell I want to them and no worry about any repercussions. It's almost too funny, how little they can do to me now. I'm certain that they all resent it, but are too afraid of being hurt or killed to say anything.]
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the halls of Tom's.place. He really didn't know what else to call it, it was just a new place. At about five thirty, he went to track down the small dining room, he thought it a good idea to know where it was before he had to be there. It took some patience and time, bt after twenty minutes of search, he found it.
[Okay, Harry, remember where this room is. You'll need to find it again.]
Pausing in the room for a moment, Harry looked around, taking in details. It was really a rather gorgeous room, dimly lit and elegantly decorated. There was a table in the centre.
[If this is the small dining room, I wonder how big the other one is?]
Chuckling softly, Harry walked out of the room and went on to find his own room again.
"Jesus Christ, this is place is a maze." He muttered as he tried vainly to figure out where the hell he was. Before he could do that, though, a terrible pain washed over him, centering in his head. He staggered to the wall and leaned against it, breathing deeply and massaging his temples.
At that moment, for the second time that day, Lucius Malfoy saw Harry Potter. This time, however, instead of crashing into him, Lucius saw him from the end of the hallway. The boy was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, rubbing his temples as though he had a headache.
"Potter," he came closer, "What are you doing?"
Harry looked at the man; his eyes open to mere slits, "Are you blind? What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Rubbing your head, what I should have said is: what's the matter?"
"Pain."
"Pain?"
"Yes, Malfoy, pain, terrible, burning pain. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room to lie down."
"Wait," Lucius held up a hand as Harry made to go, "I'll walk you there, it wouldn't do to have you get seriously injured on the way."
Harry frowned slightly, but allowed the taller man to grab his elbow and lead him off down the hall.
"Are you not having dinner with him?" Harry didn't need to ask who 'he' was.
"Yes, in about an hour, why?"
"Then you should probably take something for the pain. I'll get it for you."
"Thank you."
"It's really no trouble."
[Dear gods, the man is actually acting civil! I'm getting scared now. Lucius Malfoy is treating me civilly.]
Lucius got Harry a potion, which Harry took because he knew damn well that if anyone hurt him, it would be on their heads. The pain went away almost instantly and, after assuring Harry that it was really no trouble, Lucius took his leave. Leaving Harry to stare at the closed door with a bemused expression on his face.
"That was strange."
TBC
Okay, people, here's the deal. I have been so busy lately that I have had no time to write. So, this took ages. And, I'm turning it into a two-part chapter because I want to post something soon and this is long enough to be part one. Next part: the dinner itself and what happens after. Ta ta, darlings!