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-- Chapter Twelve --
- Without permission, bloodbunny, Shania Maxwell, SpazMcG7, Midnight Mistress, Yana5, Beloved, Draco MalfoyGirl 16 - thank you for reviewing!
A/N – Sorry for all the Latin quotes. I've just recently become extremely intrigued by them, so there will be many references to them in the following chapters. Also, for background information, in Harry's seventh year (current, according to the time of this story), Dumbledore decided to establish a Latin class, since so many of the spells originated from the Latin language. I will translate all the quotes at the end of the story. Once more, my apologizes if they ruin the story in any way.
--
They stepped into an empty room.
It was cold, barren, drafty, and not at all what Draco had expected.
"We could bring stuff in...?" Harry quietly said, obviously disappointed.
Draco, however, wasn't too upset. Instead, he allowed a small smile to spread. He took out his wand and merely a few moments later the room was filled with richly decorated furniture, lots of light (although from where it came was unclear), and a warmth filled the room.
"So, how about we make it our own?" said Draco.
Harry was still looking around the room, evidently impressed.
"This is what happens when you spend a bit too much time with your mother," Draco said as a means of explaining the various spells.
"Actually, we've been gone a while now. We should probably head back now," Harry remarked.
If looks could kill, Harry would certainly have been dead by now.
Draco pushed him against one of the walls.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, no hint of humor in his voice.
They lay in a tangled mess, gasping for breath, on the floor. The bed in the opposite corner remained unused, as did all the other furniture.
Both of them froze when they heard a shuffling in yet another corner.
"You hear—"Draco didn't finish his sentence. He was shushed by Harry.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, and squinted his eyes.
Nothing.
"We've gotta go," he said, cautiously. He rose and got dressed, then waited in silence for Draco.
His eyes constantly scanned the room, but to no avail. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.
"Harry, let's go," Draco interrupted the silence.
Before they left, Harry placed multiple protection spells on the room and then walked out, looking over his shoulder once more.
Still nothing.
They separated once they exited the passageway without saying a word. Harry was too concerned with the sound, as was Draco.
It was midnight when Harry reached his dorm, and he still had Transfiguration homework.
The next went by uneventfully. The only semi-interesting event was when Goyle's potion exploded on Snape. It was a glamour potion. Need anything more be said?
The only significant affair of the day happened late at night.
Harry and Draco met in front of the portrait at midnight.
They walked once more in silence to what was now known as "their room". They reached it, and immediately Harry sensed that two of the several protections spells he had placed had been broken.
Harry removed the rest and cautiously stepped in, Draco right behind him.
The room had been destroyed in what appeared to have been quite a ravaging search. However, it was deserted.
Draco said a couple more spells and the room returned to order.
"Windsler?" Harry asked, referring to their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Maybe," Draco answered.
Everyone in his classes had sensed that there was something strange about him.
"But why?" he added.
"We don't know much about him. For all we know, he could with the Death Eaters," Harry said, hesitantly though, due to Draco's lineage. "Maybe we could get Hermione to provide us with a surveillance spell?"
Draco jerked his head. He stared at Harry.
"Hermione knows?"
Harry nodded.
"You came in and she saw you. Remember? Besides, she's the one who helped me figure out it," Harry explained, as though it were the most obvious thing.
"Ron too?"
"I guess," Harry answered cryptically.
"Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur1?" Draco asked, quoting something they had learned in Latin.
"What?"
"Bene, cum Latine nescias, nolo manus meas in te maculare2," Draco replied, exultant once more in his extended knowledge of the language, especially over Harry.
This one, Harry understood. In fact, he had taken quite a fancy towards it.
"Diis aliter visum3," Harry responded, grinning.
"Haha, very funny," Draco retorted.
Harry and Draco both were silenced by a voice behind them.
"I see you two found the situation comedic?" entered Dumbledore. "Oh, and I must congratulate the both of you on your Latin. Quite impressive."
They slowly turned to face the white-haired Headmaster.
"I understand this is the work of a potion? At least to a certain degree," he wisely assumed.
Harry quickly nodded.
"And the room, that must have been pure luck?"
Harry averted Dumbledore's sparkling eyes and allowed Draco to answer this one.
"In a sense," Draco replied, somewhat ambiguously.
"Ahhh. Of course. How could I have thought otherwise?" Dumbledore smiled. "I suppose it is for the best, but as if I be au fait with the earlier situation, you are having dome problems with reticence?"
Both boys nodded.
"I'll regard that issue myself. However, you will be required to tell no one about this room. Do you understand?"
"Even Herm-"Harry began.
"Even Miss Granger and Mr. Weasly," Dumbledore firmly instituted.
Harry nodded.
"That latter shouldn't be much of a problem," he muttered, so only Draco could hear.
"I propose that you reside in your own beds tonight, as well as most nights, in fact. If you do decide you wish to be in the company of each other, you may come here. My only restraint to this arrangement is that you do not spend every waking moment here, for your own safety. Your fellow classmates must know nothing regarding these circumstances." Dumbledore's tone manifestly displayed traces of obligatory attempts.
They acquiesced and Dumbledore bid them adieu, leaving them with a quote.
"Amor est vitae essential4," he said, as he disappeared through the entrance.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and silently agreed to go as well.
Once they reached the end of the tunnel, they faced each other.
Each seemed to be gathering the courage to say something, but Draco couldn't stand the tension.
"Duc, sequere, aut de via decede5," he said, avoiding his alter ego's eyes.
"I suppose people never really do change," Harry muttered, as he stepped out of the tunnel, looked around, then left without another word.
"Esto perpetua6," Draco whispered.
-- End of Chapter Twelve --
1. A true friend is discerned during an uncertain matter 2. Well, if you don't understand plain Latin, I'm not going to dirty my hands on you 3. The Gods decided otherwise 4. Love is the essence of life 5. Lead, follow, or get out of the way 6. Let it be forever
-- Chapter Twelve --
- Without permission, bloodbunny, Shania Maxwell, SpazMcG7, Midnight Mistress, Yana5, Beloved, Draco MalfoyGirl 16 - thank you for reviewing!
A/N – Sorry for all the Latin quotes. I've just recently become extremely intrigued by them, so there will be many references to them in the following chapters. Also, for background information, in Harry's seventh year (current, according to the time of this story), Dumbledore decided to establish a Latin class, since so many of the spells originated from the Latin language. I will translate all the quotes at the end of the story. Once more, my apologizes if they ruin the story in any way.
--
They stepped into an empty room.
It was cold, barren, drafty, and not at all what Draco had expected.
"We could bring stuff in...?" Harry quietly said, obviously disappointed.
Draco, however, wasn't too upset. Instead, he allowed a small smile to spread. He took out his wand and merely a few moments later the room was filled with richly decorated furniture, lots of light (although from where it came was unclear), and a warmth filled the room.
"So, how about we make it our own?" said Draco.
Harry was still looking around the room, evidently impressed.
"This is what happens when you spend a bit too much time with your mother," Draco said as a means of explaining the various spells.
"Actually, we've been gone a while now. We should probably head back now," Harry remarked.
If looks could kill, Harry would certainly have been dead by now.
Draco pushed him against one of the walls.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, no hint of humor in his voice.
They lay in a tangled mess, gasping for breath, on the floor. The bed in the opposite corner remained unused, as did all the other furniture.
Both of them froze when they heard a shuffling in yet another corner.
"You hear—"Draco didn't finish his sentence. He was shushed by Harry.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, and squinted his eyes.
Nothing.
"We've gotta go," he said, cautiously. He rose and got dressed, then waited in silence for Draco.
His eyes constantly scanned the room, but to no avail. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.
"Harry, let's go," Draco interrupted the silence.
Before they left, Harry placed multiple protection spells on the room and then walked out, looking over his shoulder once more.
Still nothing.
They separated once they exited the passageway without saying a word. Harry was too concerned with the sound, as was Draco.
It was midnight when Harry reached his dorm, and he still had Transfiguration homework.
The next went by uneventfully. The only semi-interesting event was when Goyle's potion exploded on Snape. It was a glamour potion. Need anything more be said?
The only significant affair of the day happened late at night.
Harry and Draco met in front of the portrait at midnight.
They walked once more in silence to what was now known as "their room". They reached it, and immediately Harry sensed that two of the several protections spells he had placed had been broken.
Harry removed the rest and cautiously stepped in, Draco right behind him.
The room had been destroyed in what appeared to have been quite a ravaging search. However, it was deserted.
Draco said a couple more spells and the room returned to order.
"Windsler?" Harry asked, referring to their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Maybe," Draco answered.
Everyone in his classes had sensed that there was something strange about him.
"But why?" he added.
"We don't know much about him. For all we know, he could with the Death Eaters," Harry said, hesitantly though, due to Draco's lineage. "Maybe we could get Hermione to provide us with a surveillance spell?"
Draco jerked his head. He stared at Harry.
"Hermione knows?"
Harry nodded.
"You came in and she saw you. Remember? Besides, she's the one who helped me figure out it," Harry explained, as though it were the most obvious thing.
"Ron too?"
"I guess," Harry answered cryptically.
"Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur1?" Draco asked, quoting something they had learned in Latin.
"What?"
"Bene, cum Latine nescias, nolo manus meas in te maculare2," Draco replied, exultant once more in his extended knowledge of the language, especially over Harry.
This one, Harry understood. In fact, he had taken quite a fancy towards it.
"Diis aliter visum3," Harry responded, grinning.
"Haha, very funny," Draco retorted.
Harry and Draco both were silenced by a voice behind them.
"I see you two found the situation comedic?" entered Dumbledore. "Oh, and I must congratulate the both of you on your Latin. Quite impressive."
They slowly turned to face the white-haired Headmaster.
"I understand this is the work of a potion? At least to a certain degree," he wisely assumed.
Harry quickly nodded.
"And the room, that must have been pure luck?"
Harry averted Dumbledore's sparkling eyes and allowed Draco to answer this one.
"In a sense," Draco replied, somewhat ambiguously.
"Ahhh. Of course. How could I have thought otherwise?" Dumbledore smiled. "I suppose it is for the best, but as if I be au fait with the earlier situation, you are having dome problems with reticence?"
Both boys nodded.
"I'll regard that issue myself. However, you will be required to tell no one about this room. Do you understand?"
"Even Herm-"Harry began.
"Even Miss Granger and Mr. Weasly," Dumbledore firmly instituted.
Harry nodded.
"That latter shouldn't be much of a problem," he muttered, so only Draco could hear.
"I propose that you reside in your own beds tonight, as well as most nights, in fact. If you do decide you wish to be in the company of each other, you may come here. My only restraint to this arrangement is that you do not spend every waking moment here, for your own safety. Your fellow classmates must know nothing regarding these circumstances." Dumbledore's tone manifestly displayed traces of obligatory attempts.
They acquiesced and Dumbledore bid them adieu, leaving them with a quote.
"Amor est vitae essential4," he said, as he disappeared through the entrance.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and silently agreed to go as well.
Once they reached the end of the tunnel, they faced each other.
Each seemed to be gathering the courage to say something, but Draco couldn't stand the tension.
"Duc, sequere, aut de via decede5," he said, avoiding his alter ego's eyes.
"I suppose people never really do change," Harry muttered, as he stepped out of the tunnel, looked around, then left without another word.
"Esto perpetua6," Draco whispered.
-- End of Chapter Twelve --
1. A true friend is discerned during an uncertain matter 2. Well, if you don't understand plain Latin, I'm not going to dirty my hands on you 3. The Gods decided otherwise 4. Love is the essence of life 5. Lead, follow, or get out of the way 6. Let it be forever