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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Twentyfive: Molly, the house elf.
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Draco spent most of the morning talking with Harry. It was surprisingly comfortable.
Granted, they both avoided any topic outside of school walls.. Still. He wasn't saying that him and Potter were friends or anything. They.. Just weren't enemies.
But what does that make us?
"...Quidditch. Draco, are you listening?"
Draco mentally shook himself and nodded, "Yeah."
Harry narrowed his eyes and said, "Liar."
"I'm a Slytherin, what do you expect?" Answered Draco automatically.
Harry quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something when a knock came.
They both shared a curious look before Draco shouted, "Come in. ."
Slowly, the door squeaked open, revealing a small female house elf who was trembling badly. She looked at Draco and her trembling increased, her tiny hands clutching an envelope tightly.
"Sirs has a letter.." Said the house elf meekly.
"Then come in.." Said Draco softly, motioning for her to enter with his good arm.
He took a quick glance at Harry to find he was watching the scene expressionless. He swallowed. He never was good with help.
The house elf shakily walked in, her head held low as she stepped up to the bed. She bowed humbly and stood in that position for a long while until Draco cleared his throat.
She looked up at him numbly, not aware of her staring.
Draco cleared his throat again and motioned to the letter. She gasped and hurriedly gave it to him.
"Bad Molly! Bad Molly!" Said the house elf, about to thump herself over the head with the nearest shoe.
Draco was quick to grab it from her.
She stared again.
He gave a half smile and took the shoe from her, "Is Molly your name?"
She nodded meekly, her eyes darting from Draco to Harry. She smiled at Harry and looked back to Draco as she noticed her mistake. She went for the other shoe.
Draco grabbed it before she could do anything and calmly set the shoes on the bed beside him. He gave her a charming smile, that would make that git Lockhart pale in comparison, and said, "Well thank you for bringing this to me, Molly."
The little house elf squealed with joy and gave him a big smile, "Quite welcome sirs."
He gave her a quick wink before turning back to Harry.
She giggled again before disappearing with a loud pop.
Harry looked at him with amusement.
Draco blinked, "What?"
"I never thought you had it in you Draco." Said Harry softly, cracking a smile. "Flirting with the help like that."
Draco made a face and went back to the task at hand. The letter.
It was, for once, addressed to Draco. That was curious.
He thought about opening the letter later when Harry wasn't there, but most likely, Harry was going to find out anyhow. He slowly tore the seal and pulled out the letter.
It read..
I know when you dream,
I am there when you cry.
I am the cause when you scream,
So like I will be when you die.
So let him kiss away your tears,
But remember,
He cannot stop your fears.
When your soul is slipping into the darkness,
When your last breath is in take,
Remember your nightmare,
and rest in the knowledge that it was not fake.
So when the clock strikes midnight,
Look to the skies,
Alive shall spring your deadly nightmare,
Waiting for you to die.
Truth is all it shall take,
For you to live another day,
But remember,
I will have my way.
Four days and counting, my little Draygon.
Draco subconsciously shivered and scanned the letter again, before passing it to Harry. Now that was insane.
He watched as Harry read it, his green eyes travelling over the parchment quickly, then doing a double take.
I was right, he does look better without the glasses.
Harry furrowed his brow and looked back up at Draco.
Their eyes meant and another shiver ran down Draco's spine. In a soft voice he asked, "So?"
"Outside at midnight, I guess..." Said Harry, chewing on his bottom lip.
"But what if the stars aren't showing?"
Harry gave him a weird look before his eyes went slightly wide and a smile took over his features. "Draco, you are brilliant!"
Draco blinked. "It's not like I need any more evidence for that fact, but. . What did I say?"
Harry smirked, "You should know, you said it."
"So? When lightning strikes, go with it."
Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Sorry.. Bad pun."
He nodded.
"Anyway, what did I say?"
"'What if the stars aren't showing?'" Mimicked Harry. "Where are the stars almost always showing, even if its slightly cloudy outside?"
Realization dawned on Draco's face. "The great hall."
"Precisely."
"Okay then.. Meet me outside the hospital wing at ten to midnight then, right?"
Harry nodded, about to say something more when a curious professor barged in.
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Part Twentysix: Sidekick
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"What are you doing in here Potter?" Spat Snape as he [rudely] entered the hospital wing, his cloak billowing behind him.
Draco noticed how Harry's mood changed almost immediately.
Harry smirked and motioned to the chair he was in. "Quite obviously sitting, sir."
Snape scowled and his eyes darted from his godson to Potter.
"Leave."
Harry seemed to ponder it for a minute. "Mm.." He put his finger to his chin thoughtfully before saying, "How about.. No?"
Snape narrowed his eyes and said it again.
"Don't make me take points from Gryffindor, Potter."
Harry blinked, his arm falling to his lap.
"Don't make you? Why sir.. Things have changed! Usually your quite happy to, all by yourself."
Snape shot him a look and then went to ignoring Harry as he spoke to Draco. "Feeling alright?"
"Fine Sev." Said Draco with a yawn, whilst watching the looks his godfather was giving Harry. Oh, there's a lot of love in this room.
Snape nodded and said with a sneer, "Mind getting your little sidekick, out of here Draco?"
Draco gave his godfather a strange look. "Sidekick?"
"He does seem to be around you an awful lot." Said Snape with a smirk, implying what to him, was the obvious.
Draco blinked.
Oh.
Draco meant his godfather's smirk with a smirk of his own. "Yes, would you like to know why. . Sev?"
Draco leaned forward in his bed some, the metal rods that were holding his arm away from his body moving with him, all the while maintaining his smirk as he reached over and took Harry's hand in his own. He looked to his godfather again and gave an innocent smile.
Boy did that wipe the smirk off of his face in one hell of a hurry.
Why do I not have a camera when I need one?
Draco laughed inwardly and rose an elegant eyebrow at his godfather, softly asking, "What's wrong Sev?"
Snape just stared at the two holding hands numbly.
Draco smirked slightly. "Any who.. Harry was just leaving." He tilted his head in Harry's direction and made eye contact. "Weren't you, dear?"
Harry hid a smile and quirked an eyebrow at him. After a moment he said, "Of course."
He stood, still gripping Draco's hand as he leaned over and gave the Slytherin a hug. He brushed his face purposely against Draco's and whispered softly in his ear, "Midnight then."
Harry pulled away and gave a flirtatious smile to Draco before departing, remembering to toss one last rude look at the potion's master on his way out.
Draco blushed.
Snape stared.
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Author's Note: Okay then. Hope your all happy. I'll post when I post. Heh. Anyway, I'd like you all to check out Innocent Cruelty if you haven't already, when you have the time. I'd really appreciate it. Anyway, review, if you want another fast update. Note, you all may want to check out my thank you's, because I usually give minor hints to what the next chapter will contain.
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