Harry Potter and the Dragonline
Chapter 3
In front of their doom the trio experienced a surprise. Draco Malfoy and his companions were loudly quarreling with a few of the other Gryffindor students. "What is wrong?", Harry asked a bystander. "That Slytherin has entered our dorm without permission and thinks he can be all high and mighty.", the other snorted.
The boy-who-lived nodded slightly before secretly making his way around the angered group to the door which held the stairs up to Yule's room.
Ron and Hermione almost missed this, because they had watched the ongoing fight with great interest. Now they quickly hurried after their friend.
It wasn't hard to find the dorm room that kept the white haired boy inside... The problem was entering the room, for it seemed to be completely sealed of with magic.
Not even Hermione's "Alohomora" would work. "Unbelievable!", the girl grumbled. "He must have bewitched the door..."
"Yule?", Harry tried, but received no answer. "Yule, I know you are inside. Could you please open the door? We mean no harm to you."
A strange noise came from the inside, which made the three frown. "Yule? Are you alright?", Ron asked a bit concerned.
Seconds later they heard a scream of panic from inside the room, followed by so quickly spoken words in Parseltongue that even Harry couldn't grasp them.
Just when another scram sounded from inside, Draco run up to them. "What the fucking hell is going on?!", he yelled at his archenemy.
"I-I don't know!", this one replied, a bit surprised at the others outburst. "Alohomora wouldn't work."
"Nonsense!", the blond grumbled and tried using that spell himself, without success.
"Try it together!", Hermione suddenly cried out. "One alone can't do it! Try it together!"
The two boys eyed each other for a second before pointing their wands at the door and yelling the spell in unison.
Immediately the door burst open and the run into the room.
They barely managed to catch a glimpse of a black shadow leaving through an open window, before turning their attention to more important matters at hand.
Yule lay close to the window on the floor.
Immediately Hermione was at his side checking for his pulse. At the same time brown eyes flew open and he scrambled away from her, quickly looking around searching.
"Whatever it was, it is gone.", Harry told him, while Draco slowly made his way over to the other one. The blond moved slowly, so as not to startle the boy.
"How are you?", he asked carefully, eyes wandering over the pale one.
"A-alright... I guess", Yule stammered out and rose his hand to put a few hairs out of his face while rising to his feet.
It was then that a gasp escaped Hermione and Draco at the same time. Following their look they too had to gasp.
On the back of Yule's right hand was a deep cut, that somehow formed a symbol. "You need to got to the hospital wand and let Madam Pomfrey take a look!", the girl immediately told the boy, offering a handkerchief at the same time.
Before Yule had a chance to react, Draco had ripped it right out of her hands and bound it around the blood dripping wound.
"I'll bring you there!", he stated, glaring at the other three before leading the white head away.
"If I wouldn't know it better, I would say he is jealous of us getting along with Yule as well...", Hermione said with risen brows.
"Wouldn't be surprised...", Harry shrugged. "I mean, if I were surrounded by such idiots like Crabbe and Goyle day by day and then finally find someone that actually is willing to put up with a bad personality and is able to hold a conversation of the level of intelligence with me, I wouldn't want anyone to take him away from me either..."
"True.", Ron chuckled. "Truer words were probably never spoken.", Hermione agreed.
They saw the blonde and the almost-albino at breakfast the next day. Yule's hand was wrapped up in a bandage and it was obvious that he couldn't put to much pressure on it, because he mainly used his left hand and often let the other hand simply rest on the table.
"If you need any help, let us know.", Ron told him, while Harry and Hermione nodded.
Winter time definitely came early this year. In the middle of November they found themselves waking up and looking out on a landscape covered in snow. Yule seemed especially fond of the white, cold and wet stuff. "I have never seen snow where I lived.", he had explained, while building a snowman with them on a weekend.
This weekend they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. Everyone was looking forward to it.
"Want to go together?", Harry asked him on Friday. The boy looked torn. "I'd like to, but... I already promised Draco to go with him... And since you don't get along all to well..." He didn't needed to say any more. It was clear that Harry wouldn't go hanging around with Draco - unless forced to.
"I guess I'll just see you there then. Don't forget to go for butterbeer at 'The Three Broomsticks'.", the black haired boy told him smiling.
On the next day everyone dressed warm and took the one or other gallon with him. "Why don't we ask Yule to join us? He hasn't been there before and doesn't knows his way around.", Hermione said, when they were about to leave the common room. "I already asked him yesterday, he is going with Malfoy.", Harry informed her. "I don't get it! Why would someone want to be around that git!", Ron muttered.
They
did met the Slytherin and the Gryffindor later in Hogsmeade, but not
in a way they had expected. Harry had suggested to go to Gladrags
Wizardwear, because he wanted to buy Dobby a new pair of socks to
Christmas.
To their surprise they found a smirking Draco standing
on the side of a cabin, his eyes sparkling in a strange way. They
were about to confront him where Yule was when they heard his voice
from the cabin. "No way I'm coming out, wearing THIS!"
Draco frowned. "Come on! You can't look that bad!" Before anyone could say something else he quickly withdraw the curtain. Several mouths fell open in awe. The small and thin boy was wearing a black long sleeved, but body-fitting top, a black, leather pant and dragon hide boots, together with black leather gloves. Around his neck was also a silver necklace with a silver dragon that held a emerald and had stretched his wings.
"What do you complain about? You look great!", Draco said, completely satisfied with the results. When he noticed Yule's insecurity he added. "If Potter says you look good, will you believe me?"
The boy hesitated but nodded. "Good. Potter, what do you say?", the blond asked turning to him.
This one closed his mouth and crossed his arms. "I hate to admit it, but Malyfoy is right. You really do look stunning."
Poor chinese boy blushed. "Alright it's settled. You change while I go and pay for that stuff.", Draco smirked. "But...", Yule started to protest. "Think of it as welcome gift to Hogwarts.", the blond cut him off. It was obvious that he wouldn't accept a 'no' right now. The silver haired boy shook his head and pulled the curtain close again.
The golden trio blinked at each other and went their way. "That was weird.", Hermione said. "Yeah.", both boys agreed, still a bit dazzled.
Later they also saw the two in 'the Three Broomsticks' drinking butterbeer and chatting quite animatedly with each other.
Peace slowly settled over everyone when Christmas got closer and closer. The last exams and test were made and many run to Hogsmeade on the weekends searching for gifts for friends and family.
Yule's character improved as well. He slowly but surely lost a bit of his shyness and became more open. The biggest surprise was yet to be revealed, thought.
It was Harry who found out through coincidence.
"Guys... I'm suddenly not so much looking forward to the winter holidays...", he told them when he found them in the library, where they were doing research for homework. "What's the matter, Harry?", Hermione asked. "Yeah, what's up?", Ron wondered.
"Guess who else stays for vacation...", he said, grimacing slightly. The other two exchanged a look. "Don't say...", Ron started, but the boy who lived nodded. "Malfoy."
