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The Treat of Time
Chapter 7
"Master, do you think this is wise?" a hooded black figure asked. Slits of red glared at the figure, wand rising.
"Do you think it wise to question me, boy?" hissed the owner of the red eyes; he strode over to the figure.
"Maser! I am deeply sorry. I thought, I thought that perhaps it would be better to send someone else to kill the boy. Someone who would not be expected." The figure dropped to his knees awaiting his punishment from the dark lord. Closing his eyes he waited. Nothing happened. Slowly he opened his eyes to reveal his smirking master.
"Right. Right that plan has work for us before against many Potters. They're a trusting lot, eh?" the Dark lord leaned forward his horrible snake like face only inches away from the figure on his knees. The figure tried his best not to cringe.
"Who do you think we should send? Hmmmm… or perhaps you meant that I should send you, no?" the figure nodded his head hopeful to have such an important mission on his hands. The dark lord never trusted him with important missions; he had only just joined the rank of Death Eaters.
"Tsk. Tsk. You could not handle that, boy." The dark lord reached out a long, scaly hand and caressed the boy's cheek. The boy tried his best to act like he enjoyed the treatment, he knew that's why the dark lord wanted him as a Death Eater, and it was not for his brains.
"No I think that I will send my dear follower Lucius." The dark Lord turned suddenly to his left.
"Malfoy!" he barked. "I want you to go back and deal with Potter. I want him here and alive. Got it?" Malfoy nodded his head in fully understanding.
""Yes, Master." Quietly he left the room. The dark lord watched him for a few moments lost in his own thoughts. Then strode out of the room. Before he reached the door he called to the boy still kneeling on his knees.
"Be in my chambers in an hour," he turned slightly a leering smile on his face, "Bring the new boy to." Then he left.
The boy slowly stood. When he had joined he thought that he would be in a position of power, but no the Dark Lord choose to make him just a play thing and messenger. The boy shuddered at the thoughts of what awaited him in the master's chambers, at least this time he would not be alone in the ordeal. Hopefully the new boy would know enough not to show disgust, anger yes but not disgust.
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Harry Potter walked through the corridors. He hadn't been able to sleep in the Slytherin dorms. Not only was he worried about the pain that seemingly both himself, Draco and Ginny had, but also the dorms were just to… Slytherin. Why the hat had put him there even though he had proven time and time again that he was a Gryffindor, Harry had no idea. Bloody hat. Turning a sharp corner and passing through a door pretending to be a wall he tried to think of a reason behind the pains. He could think of none, besides a student playing a trick on the new kids. Somehow he really didn't think that's who was behind it.
Sighing he turned another corner not really paying attention to where he was going. Thoughts of the meeting he had with Snape earlier after class pushed themselves to his attention. Just thinking about it made him blush.
Flashback
He really didn't want to do this. Snape was a bastard at the best of times, but when for some reason, that completely escaped Harry, he was annoyed with him... well lets just say he would rather face a thousand death eaters.
"You're late." Harry jumped at the softly spoken words.
"Sorry sir." He said before he could catch himself. Snape did not comment but merely raised his eyebrows in a silent question. Harry chose not to comment.
"All right then. As a Slytherin you are expected to respect your fellow housemates. You are to not associate with Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. They are beneath us. Ravenclaws are good for homework help and the occasional meeting, but no more. If you are caught associating with Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs then you will be punished." With that Snape turned and started to leave. Harry watch dumbfounded.
"Wait!" he called out. Snape stopped and turned an expectant expression on his pale face.
"Yes?" he asked when Harry merely stared at him, his mouth open and eyes wide. For some reason he didn't want Snape to leave. Snape smirked at him and walked closer. He leaned in, his hot breathe on Harry's neck.
"What do you want?" he asked seductively. Harry controlled the shudder that almost pasted though his body. He could not however keep the moan from escaping his throat. Snape smirked, bit at Harry's lower lip. Harry felt his body respond, with what little reason he had left he quickly pulled away and ran out the Slytherin Common Room.
End Flashback
Harry suppressed another shudder just at the thought of what almost happened and at what did happen. How could he be attracted to Snape? He was his greasy Potions master, the guy who had made his school years a living hell. There was no way that he could be attracted to the younger version of the man. Harry clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He was not attracted to Professor Snape or his younger self. He couldn't be. Speaking of which, the object of his thoughts was coming towards him.
"What are you doing? Is it not passed your bed time?" he sneered. Harry felt a lump the size of his fist form in his throat. What he wanted to do more then anything was kiss the sneer off Snape's lips.
Oh God get rid of those thoughts! His mind screamed at him even though his body was all ready leaning into Snape.
"What are you doing? Stop! His mind tried to tell him but he was far-gone to care. Snape looked at him in confusion before Harry's lips touched his own.
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"What the hell is that!"?
"What does it look like?"
"But is that… you know Snape?" Ronald Weasley asked his girlfriend's eyes wide with fear.
"It… your right it does look like Snape, but only-" Hermione was cut off angrily by Ron.
"Only he has our best friend's lips on him! Do you think that is where Harry and Ginny are? In the dungeon with Malfoy and Snape! I bet their torturing them! We've got to get-"
"Shut the bloody hell up!" Hermione screeched, forgetting her earlier thought. "First of all does it look like Harry is fighting it?" Ron looked back into the crystal ball. "No it does not. In fact it looks as if Harry is the one doing the kissing. Do they look like they're in a dungeon?" Ron shook his head no.
"Right then, why don't we look for Ginny, hhmmm?" she turned back to the ball.
"Thank you for all of you're help
Now that we have seen this poor whelp
We wish to see just one more
To ease our hearts that are sore
One more person you are assighned
Ginny Weasly we wish to find"
"Not as good as the first." Ron said Hermione glared at him a moment before turning her eyes back to the ball.
"There she is… she looks mad." Ron said.
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Ginny stalked out of her dorm room, too angry to care what time it was. Man those girls are idiots. Just her luck that she had to be stuck in a room with the most self-centered girls in the world. The only thing that kept them from being clichés was that fact that they were very intelligent. It was a very strange combination.
She shook her head in wonder. How could they think that she was interested in Draco? Ginny had been minding her own business, actually reading to find any curses that would have caused the pains that she, Harry and Draco had felt when Jamie Sunders had walked into the room. She was still colored, only today it was a sickly shade of green. Jamie smirked, and angrily pulled out her wand. Not using it she only waved it around threateningly.
"You will stay away from Draco, he's mine." She smiled in satisfaction. Ginny smirked back.
"First of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all, I could care less if you want to fuck Draco. He means nothing to me. Thirdly, who says that he's yours?" Jamie's smile faded, in its place slide a frown that made her look positively ugly.
"Listen you little slut, Draco is mine. Or he will be, when I want him to be." Jamie walked closer to the red head, she leaned in. "Are you jealous?" she asked in a whisper.
Now there is one thing that everyone should know. When a Wesley's temper is about to be unleashed it's not a very good thing to ask that Weasley if he or she is A. angry, B. upset or C. jealous. They do not react very well to that, in fact it is very much a bad thing. Ginny's temper reached new heights for her.
Only Ginny's red face showed her anger, the rest of her was dead calm. She even smiled a sweet smile. Jamie thinking that she had won and not knowing any Wealseys turned to her bed, obviously about to start on her homework. Ginny had no need to think, she pulled out her wand and was about to cast yet another spell on the girl when she felt something hit her back. Dismissing the pain as the thing that she had felt earlier she tried to cast the spell but before she could utter the words she felt the thing again. She spun on her heals to find a pretty green eyed girl smirking at her.
"Best you not lie or cast any hexes." The girl said before she turned to leave, shiny long black hair swinging from side to side. Ginny stared at her retreating back. Who was that girl? Did she do something? Shaking the thought out of her head she turned back to her prey, to find her gone.
"Bloody hell!" she cursed. The girl had left and left with the thought that she, Virginia Weasley was jealous of the attention that Draco Malfoy was giving someone. Ginny snorted. Yeah right.
Rounding a corner she came face to face with the man that her supposed jealousy had spurred. The blond was sitting with his back against the wall, his head in his hands. Ginny wondered whether to make her presence known or not. Deciding for the later she tried to leave as quietly and quickly as possible with out Draco's knowledge of her. Too late.
"Weasley." The blond didn't even lift his head. Ginny was yet again at a cross road, did she just leave or go to Draco.
"Weasley come here." Draco commanded, Ginny felt the strangest urge to do what he asked. Fortunately her Weasley spirit of independence ruled out.
"Why don't you come here?" she asked, though not exactly what she wanted, but she guessed that her subconscious knew best.
"No." Draco said finally lifting his head to look at her. Ginny went to him.
Dropping to her knees beside him she put her hand on his arm.
"Are you okay?" her voice was a whisper filled with concern. Draco looked up tears in his eyes.
"I… I think." He turned his face into his arm. Ginny filled with panic at what could be the cause to make the Slytherin Prince cry leaned in to brush his cheek.
"What happened? You can tell me." She said. Draco's body was racked with sobs. She placed her hand on his back making soothing motions.
"I…" he tried to speak, his voice shacking.
"Come on what's wrong?" she asked. Suddenly his head shot up and he barked with laughter. Ginny sat in a stunned silence before her temper got the better of her and she reached to hit Draco. He caught her wrist just before it hit his face.
The laughter was gone, the infamous Malfoy smirk in its place.
"No, no little girl you don't hit your betters." He said. Ginny hit him with her other hand, not quiet as hard as it would have been but good enough for the moment. He reached out and caught her other wrist, a storm grew in his silver eyes. He pulled her closer, so close that Ginny though that if he weren't so mad he might kiss her.
"Don't mess with me little Weslette." He hissed before he leaned in to kiss her.
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"What the Hell is going on? Have they all gone MAD?" Ron bellowed as he watched his little and only sister being kissed by the Wesley's worst enemy, excluding HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED.
"Honestly." Hermione huffed. "It's not like they're shagging!"
"Look at the way he's pawing at her! Is his hand raising up her THIGH!" Hermione looked and sure enough Malfoy's hand was inching slowly up Ginny's thigh.
"Yes, it looks that way." She said enjoying the look of horror on her boyfriend's face.
TBC