The Ten Plagues of Malfoy

Chapter 7 The Plague of Boils

A/N Ooh It's getting good now eh?  We have a chat with Hermione who is really suspicious and has her own ideas; we also have an angry Harry and his cute present.

"A watched pot never boils."

"Harry, I think we need to have a little chat."

"About what exactly Hermione?"

"Well you know on Tuesday you got that MD and I said that it was an anagram?"

"Yeah."

"Well did you understand what it is an anagram of and why I am worried about you?"

"There is only one other possibility, DM.  What's so wrong with that?"

"Now think of it as a monogram."

"Monogram, you mean initials of a name?"

"Yes Harry, read the letters again – DM."

"DM, you mean Martin?"

"No Harry, Malfoy."

"Oh and why are you worried?"

"He's a Slytherin, son of a Death Eater, probably a Death Eater, male, evil, thieving, and Slytherin slimy gi-"

"I get the point but why do you think it's him?"

"You haven't denied it yet, his initials appear on a present, you haven't argued with him lately and you positively reek of slimy Slytherins."

"You think that the Slytherins have a smell?"

"Yes, everyone has their own distinct smell; the Slytherins appear to share one."

"Right then Hermione."

"It is him isn't it?"  Hermione glared at Harry and started to tap her foot impatiently.

"I will tell you who it is if you tell me who your boyfriend is."  Harry said triumphantly, he knew that he would find out who she was dating because she was so determined to find out if it was Draco that he was getting presents from.

"Fine, I am dating a 7th year in Slytherin."

"Name – Crabbe?  Goyle?  Zabini?  Malfoy?"

"Nott."

"It's not any of them, so who is it then?"

"It's Nott."

"I know it's not them now who is it?"

"Nott, Theodore Nott."

"Wasn't he in the year above us?"

"Yes, but he was made to repeat a year."

"Oh, you're really going out with a Slytherin?  That is so un-Gryffindor-like."

"Well you are."

"I am Head Boy, soon to be saviour of the wizarding world and I have never gone out with any of them, I have just slept with them."

"Because that makes so much difference.  Hey, at least I told you, now is it Malfoy that is sending you things?"  Hermione looked a little put out by what Harry had said but she had managed to regain her composure.

"Yes, Draco is sending me the presents all right?"

"Draco?"

"What, you sleep with a guy and you can't call him by his first name?"

"Just be careful with what you're getting into Harry."

"Getting into, what have you already gotten yourself into?"

"Theo doesn't have any connections to the Death Eaters."

"No, not any more anyway."

"Pardon?"

"I witnessed Voldemort kill his older brother because he had failed a mission, which was to capture me actually."

"Oh."  Hermione turned on her heel and left the room, presumably to break up with Theo.

When Harry went back up to his room from the Common Room he found a neat little package sitting under a vase of yellow roses.

"Yellow roses, I thought it was red for love?"

"Well people are of different opinions as to that; I believe that yellow roses show true love and that red roses are just for flings."

"Oh, so that's where I've been going wrong all these years."

"Yes."  Draco moved across the room and kissed Harry on the cheek, which blushed deeply.

"Why were you behind the door, and how did you get in?"

"Hiding and tell Neville not to leave the passwords lying around."

"Yeah but how did you get in here?"

"Granger, she was in the Slytherin Common Room for some reason."  Harry had picked up the package by now and was shaking and sniffing it.  Eventually he ripped off the glittery ribbon and shiny paper.  Inside he found another photo album, although this one was different to most of the others that he had received.  This one wasn't pictures of his parents, but pictures of him and each had its own little caption underneath. Some of the pages were even full of the flowing script retelling adventures and mishaps that involved Harry somehow.

"Thank you Draco.  It is such a nice thought, but why are they all of me?"

"Well I did think that it would be a bit fishy to give you a book full of photos of me, and I could never have got anyone to agree to give me photos and write things in here, even if I did say that it was for you.  I had to sneak into the Potions lab and nick a few of Creevey's photos of you.  Then I had to stick then in that nice book and write little messages for you to keep you amused."

"It really is a nice thought Draco, thank you, again."  It was now Harry's turn to kiss Draco's cheek, but at the last minute Draco moved slightly so that they kissed each other on the lips.  Draco's hands wound around Harry and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.  Harry's hand stroked Draco's hair and his tongue begged for entrance to Draco's mouth.  Draco couldn't do anything but grant the permission and so he opened his mouth very slightly.  Harry saw the chance and his tongue darted into Draco's mouth exploring every corner.  The two broke apart eventually panting and breathing heavily.

"Harry, I think I've fallen in love with you."  Draco said after he had regained his breath.

"Four days Draco, we have to wait another four days.  You really shouldn't have done that."

"You let me, and you were into it."

"Well, you shouldn't tempt me."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again.  Although I might kiss you again."  As if proving his point Draco leant forward and kissed Harry's cheek.

A/N Well there you go chapter 7.  A watched pot never boils – a provoked Harry never angers.  Hermione tried her best to piss him off but he just wasn't having it.  Go Harry.  I have written chapters 8 and 9 already as well so if you are good then you can have them soon.

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