Pairings in this chapter: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not getting money. I wish.
Chapter 12 - Hello Teacher Tell Me What's My Lesson
The room was dark when Draco slowly opened the door. The curtains were tightly shut. His gray eyes trailed over the motionless lump on the bed. Harry hadn't gotten up all morning. The others had mentally drawn straws, and Draco lost. Steeling himself, the blonde shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
"Harry," he called. "Are you hungry?"
"Go away," was the deadened, muffled reply. Draco sighed softly and went to the bed, standing along its side as he stared downward. The lump didn't move.
"You have to get up and eat," Draco said calmly. There was no response. Scowling, Draco grabbed the sheets and blankets tightly before ripping them away from the other boy in a sudden motion. Harry gasped at the loss of warmth and hugged himself tightly, knees drawn close to his body. He was dressed only in shirt and boxers, his pale skin unprotected from cold and bumping up.
"Bastard!" Harry cried angrily as his green eyes flashed with rage. Draco stared back at him impassively.
"Get up."
Stubbornly, Harry turned his back to the other boy and curled himself further. The blonde snarled and grabbed his shoulder, shoving him onto his back as he leaned over him.
"Don't tempt me," Draco hissed angrily, glaring into wide green eyes. "I don't like you, Potter. I never have. And now that you mean NOTHING to the world, killing you isn't so heinous!"
Harry's brows furrowed as his lip curled. "Fuck you, Malfoy."
"Fine."
A moment later, Harry found himself crushed down into the bed by Draco's body. The other boy's mouth claimed his, tongue thrusting deep into the wet chasm. Harry bucked against him, his eyes wide in terror and hands gripping the bed tight enough to rip the sheets. After a minute, Draco pulled back and glared narrowly at him.
"Don't tempt me," he repeated. Harry's fear vanished as anger took it's place.
"Don't try to scare me with that!" the boy cried as his hands flew up and dragged the other boy's head back to his own. Draco started in surprise but went along with it, not caring that Harry's hands gripped his hair tightly. The boys fought for dominance in a brutal kiss that was not at all loving. There were no feelings of love, nor even like. This was a battle. A war. It didn't end until the both ripped away with panting breath, eyes still angrily regarding one another.
"I hate you, Potter," Draco growled.
"I hate you more, Malfoy," Harry snarled back.
Draco got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry glared after him before laying back down and turning his angry gaze out the window.
At precisely noon, a sharp knock rattled the front door of the Snape manor. Though only minimally recovered from her exhaustion, and having slept until only an hour prior, Rylia answered it as was her duty. Snape would have sent her back to bed if he knew she was up, so she hadn't let the wizard see her. He meant well, but she had things to do.
Upon opening the door, Rylia was faced with a very tall person. His hair was a pale silver and fell around his face in a soft frame, the rest tumbling down his back. His robes were of an oriental style, little seen in these parts, but suiting him nicely. About his neck hung a pentagram. Few Wizards wore that symbol anymore…His scent was odd, but not dangerous. Rylia allowed him through.
"I was called by Albus Dumbledore," the visitor said, smiling softly. Rylia frowned and looked over his face, noting his small features and long eyes of blue. "I am to speak with a Professor Snape?"
"Wait here," murmured Rylia. "I'll fetch him."
The stranger nodded, smiling in a way that both calmed and infuriated her. She didn't at all know why. When she found Snape, the man was staring into his fire place and jolted when bothered. His first question was about her being up, but she quickly hushed him and told him of the visitor. Snape sighed and got up, giving the Verifel female a warning about overexerting herself before leaving the study. He was already in a foul mood, having worried half the night about her and there she was, ignoring the weakened state… His temples throbbed. The things he went through…
And then he stopped. And he looked. And he groaned aloud. "No…not him…anyone but him…"
"Severus?!" cried the visitor.
"Hayaka Minokura…."
"It IS you!" the now excited man cried, grinning happily. "When I heard the name Snape, I dropped everything, but I didn't know it was YOU! I figured it was a relative! Oh, Severus, how HAVE you been? You never wrote me and I thought maybe you'd DIED but here you are, well and as strong as you've ever been…"
Snape rubbed his forehead as he tried to drown out the fast paced chatter of his childhood acquaintance. Hayaka Minokura had been the single most annoying person at Hogwarts, after the Marauders…and wasn't behind by much. The odd Asian, despite being a Ravenclaw, had followed Snape about like a puppy, questioning him and doting on the poor man until he could have screamed. And now…Hayaka was back and things would only get worse.
"Severus," said Hayaka suddenly, his voice dropping from the high-pitched squeal to a more comforting rich deepness. "Albus told me there is a boy I am to examine and, if needed, treat."
"He wasn't injured," Severus muttered, glancing at the other's face. He was stuck suddenly by the oddness of Hayaka's blue eyes. Staring, he finally figured out what it was. "You've been warded."
The silver haired man smiled softly. "I still can't control them. Albus has been too busy to continue my training. Severus, I'm not here for physical treatment of the boy. I'm here for his mind."
The Potions Master scowled and folded his arms.
"Very well," he muttered. "Follow me."
They didn't get far before a very angry Draco with his long hair mussed up and lips bruised stormed past them. Snape regarded the youth with a frown, wondering what he'd gotten up to. At his side, Hayaka gave a knowing snort.
"Ah, youth…" he murmured cheerfully. Snape rolled his eyes and continued to Harry's room. There, he opened the door and immediately turned on the light. The form on the bed gave a shout as he covered his eyes.
"Damn it, leave me alone!" Harry yelled, glaring from between his fingers. Snape glared back.
"You have a visitor," the man muttered. He glanced at Hayaka, then left them alone. Harry sat up and regarded the stranger, his mood only darkening.
"What do you want?" he growled. Hayaka smiled softly at him.
"Hello, how are you? Why, I'm fine, thank you," replied the man in a mocking tone. "My name is Hayaka and I've come to talk to you."
Harry gave in a weighing glare before shorting with bitterness. "You're a shrink."
"Ah, yes, that IS the term, isn't it?" Hayaka mused before settling himself in the chair by the window. Harry continued to glare darkly, but the silver haired man didn't seem to care.
"Anyway," he said cheerfully. "You know why I'm here. Anything you want to discus?"
"How about you leaving my room?" Harry growled. Hayaka laughed.
"Nope, sorry. And I'll let you in on a secret: the longer you wait to say anything, the more of these nice little sessions we have." He smiled widely at the enraged boy. "I won't leave you alone, Harry. Not until you've at least fixed that horrible temper of yours."
In response, Harry laid back down on turned his back to the man. Smiling with amusement, Hayaka merely leaned back in his chair and pulled a book from his robes. He was quite used to temperamental patients. It was all a waiting game.
Four hours after the arrival of the odd Hayaka Minokura found one Ronald Weasley outside Harry's door, an ear to the wood. He hadn't heard a peep the entire time. The red haired boy was almost ready to storm in and see what was going on when he heard Harry's yell.
"STOP STARING AT ME!"
"I wasn't. If you turned around, you'd see my gaze has been on this book the ENTIRE time," answered the other man. Ron pulled his ear away, staring blankly at the door.
"Go away! I don't want to talk to you!"
"Who said you had to? I'm just as happy to read the next chapter of this…It's getting to a good part!"
They grew quiet again. Apparently, Harry had gone back to sulking.
Inside, Hayaka patiently turned to the next page.
A/N: *hides from the cheers/yells at the Draco/Harry moment*
Anywho, did you guys like Hayaka? I assure you, he and Rylia are the only OCs I have any intention of putting in the story and NEITHER will play a big roll for very long.
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