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Author's Note: I've revised chapters 1-13, sorted out a few details and such, along with spelling errors, but suggest you don't read them if you already have. They basically contain the same content, except for chapter eleven, which has a slightly different dream sequence thingy, so you should be okay just reading from here. I didn't fix the whole great-hall thing, even though it may not make sense, as that's what I've written the last chapter to go along with, so.
I am dreadfully sorry that it took me so long for this update, and I am aware that this chapter is very short. However, I have another one, with explanations, coming up in the next day or so-- probably Sunday-- as it's already written. I won't be posting it, however, until I have one or two reviews saying that I still have some readers. Sorry-- again.
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Past, Present, and Future. .
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Part Thirty-One: Aftermath.
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Draco's mind screamed at him to do something-- to push him away, stomp on his foot, kick him, something. But one's body doesn't always react with one's supposed common sense.
Harry continued to kiss him, and part of Draco was yelling out that this was an assault on his personal space, but the rest of him didn't think so. How could something so gentle be so wrong?
The Gryffindor ran his hand down Draco's neck, causing the Slytherin to shiver, and suddenly, Harry pulled away. Draco found himself missing the warmth of the other's body near his, and his lips on his own, but didn't say anything. He found himself staring into two brilliant green eyes, much brighter then he remembered, and as he stared, he found himself getting lost, his painful memories and thoughts becoming a mere tingling sensation in the back of his mind. Harry's eyes were so bizarre and calming, that Draco thought if he stared long enough, he'd disappear all together.
And then it stopped.
Harry broke the eye contact, and silently moved to the door, Draco watching his every movement. The thought running repeatedly through his head was no longer how could something so gentle be so wrong, but how could something so wrong be so right?
Harry turned slightly, looking at the dazed Slytherin out of the corner of his eye. He smiled and said, "Coming Malfoy?"
Draco blinked, hastily finding his voice, "Err, yeah. Right. Sure."
The Gryffindor chuckled, gripping the door handle again and giving it a hard tug. It slid open further, and the sight that welcomed them, was not a pleasing one.
The man standing after the threshold smiled, his golden eyes flickering much like his pets, said, "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Miss Norris meowed loudly, rubbing against her master's leg, and looked at them with large eyes. If a cat could laugh, this one would.
"I told the headmaster Miss Norris and I thought 'twas a bad idea to let riff-raff like you two stay in the castle during summer."
He smiled again, very pleased, and Miss Norris meowed again, as if to say, "I love it when I'm right."
Neither boy spoke, and Filch looked even more pleased at this, "Very wise, gentlemen. Come on, to the headmaster's office! I'm expecting he'll be very pleased to see you two.."
He turned on his heel, which most Professors and such at Hogwarts would have made look dramatic, but instead when he did the act, it looked like a move Harry would see in one of his Uncle's old comedies.
Draco gave Harry a worried look, but the Gryffindor just shrugged and silently lipped, "You were going to tell him anyways."
"Come on then! No dilly dawdling!" Commanded Filch, glancing back at the two trouble makers. Draco scowled, mouthing back, "Thanks a lot Potter."
He stepped past Harry and made his way after Filch, Miss Norris meowing loudly to show that she was pleased. When Draco stepped through the door frame, it felt as if something bit his arm. He stumbled forwards and turned, Harry silently asking, "What?"
Draco's eyes darted around the frame, and when he saw nothing, he shrugged, dismissing it as static electricity and turned, Filch yelling at them to move again. Draco was caught up in his thoughts as he began to follow Filch again, inwardly yelling at everyone, Sully, Harry, Filch, and especially himself.
Unknownst to Draco, when Harry stepped through the door, the same thing happened, only much, much worse. The next thing he knew, he heard a large thud behind him, and when he turned, the only thing he saw was a body with black hair sprawled on the floor.
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Part Thirty-Two: Explanations Shall Be Delivered
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"Levitate him."
"I can't, my wand's broken."
"Try to think of a better excuse, Mr. Malfoy," Sneered Filch, "Levitate him now, and follow me to the headmaster's office."
Draco scowled, "Didn't you hear me the first time?" He paused, withdrawing his broken wand from his pajama bottoms for proof, "I can't."
"Pity the old ways are banned, I'd have him up before you could say Hogwarts, I would."
"Well, considering that's illegal now," Said Draco, giving Filch a pointed glare, "Care to get the Headmaster or someone?"
"And allow you the chance to escape?"
Draco rolled his eyes, glancing down at the raven-haired boy again. "Well we need to do something. Send your bloody cat, for all I care."
"Already done, Mr. Malfoy," Said Filch looking slightly pleased with himself.
As if on cue, three sets of footsteps sounded down the corridor, followed by a yowling cat. The first to round the corner was his godfather. His mouth was drawn in a frown, only to be mimicked by Professor McGonagall. He noted that both of the Professors had slipped a cloak over their Pajamas, though he wouldn't be surprised if his godfather actually slept in his cloak and robes, whilst the Headmaster, who was trailing behind them with a mug of hot cocoa, was wearing a blue-and-white star and moon robe with a matching hat and fuzzy slippers. Draco would have laughed out loud if the situation wasn't so tense.
Professor McGonagall was the first to speak, "What have you done to him, Mr. Malfoy?"
"As if it was all Draco's doing, Minerva, your Golden Boy probably tried to fly or something and landed on his head," Snapped Snape irritably, quite obviously not a morning person. Then again, was he ever a day person?
"Both of you-- Enough." Said Dumbledore firmly as the three adults surrounded Draco and Harry. Snape placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, trying to con him into rising, but he kept his place on the floor beside Harry. He did, however, manage to toss a pointed glare at his godfather that would challenge even the Potion's Master himself on his best days.
"What happened, Mr. Malfoy?" Asked the Headmaster, setting his mug on the floor and waving a hand at it, causing it to disappear. He pressed the back of a wrinkled hand against Harry's forehead and waited for Draco's answer.
"I don't know," answered Draco honestly.
"What happened to your wand, Draco?" Asked his godfather from behind him suddenly.
Draco glanced down guiltily at the separate pieces of wood placed in his lap and back up at the three concerned Professors and the rather happy looking care-taker. He sighed, knowing there was a lot of explaining ahead.
"I'll tell you, but first you have to wake him up," at this he motioned to the Gryffindor laying in front of him.
The Headmaster nodded, "Of course."
He conjured his wand with a flick of his wrist and pressed it beside Harry's brow, against his temple, and mumbled something under his breath. The tip of his wand glowed gold and Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open, the confused green orbs scanning each Professor until they landed and focused on Draco. A half grin consumed his features, and he slowly sat up, leaning on the palms of his hands.
"'Sappened?" Asked Harry groggily, clearly directing the question to Draco. Behind the Slytherin's back, his Godfather and the Headmaster shared a look.
Draco sighed softly, taking a moment to marvel how Harry looked so innocent and child-like when he awoke. Slowly, he said, "Let's just say.. We have a lot of explaining."
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