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Harry arrived into the Gryffindor common room, alone. No one had yet come up from dinner, and Harry was grateful. He wanted to sleep, and forget his problems. The only problem was, his problems were far worse in the dream state, and Harry had used up all of the Lobelia he had gotten from Hermione nearly a week ago.
So, Harry settled for luck. Perhaps luck would be his tonight, perhaps he'd dream of that kiss from Malfoy and not Snape's threats, Voldemort's wrath, torturous actions and emotions, or his dear godfather.
"No! No, get a hold of yourself!" Harry said, before finally drifting off to sleep as Malfoy's pale face floated through his thoughts.
Title: Trying to be Harry
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Chapter 2: Troubles with Dragon BratHarry awoke the next morning after a drifting sleep that never reached him. A sleep that was cat like. Half awake- half asleep. Despite lack of sleep that would surely catch up with him, Harry breathed in his happy dwelling in the Gyffindor tower. Harry rubbed his eyes and smiled in extreme joy.
Everything before him was blurry and mixed between colors that seemed messy. He clumsily reached for his glasses, nearly falling to the floor and stretched. Harry was back at Hogwarts- his home.
Harry got dressed and agreed to meet his friends down in the dining hall in fifteen minutes time.
Ron and Hermione were having a little mishap because Ron walked into her dormitory while she was changing.
"Knock Ronald! Knock, how difficult is it?" Hermione wailed from her room. Her voice carried to the common room, and Ron was blushing in a corner.
Ron bellowed from the common room, his apologies that were ignored. His face was bright pink and tinted with embarrassment, shame and little bit of disappointment in lack of arriving sooner than later.
"Sorry, Mione, Sorry!"
Seamus nudged Ron lightly, and Dean made faces of how he believed Hermione to look. Together, Dean and Seamus reenacted Ron's doings. Other Gryffindors laughed while passing Ron. Harry hardly noticed.
Harry dashed down through the corridors and staircases as fast as he could. He missed the fat lady curse under her breath about 'rude boys.' He missed nearly headless Nick and his decapitation joke he had been practicing all summer. He had such an adrenalin rush from some unknown source, but then he saw it.
Just as he was making his way into the Great Hall, he caught Draco's icy glare. Harry blushed and turned quickly away.
"All right, maybe he kissed me without reason." Harry said under his breath.
Harry began to eat his breakfast, a sausage in his mouth, a bit of egg, and some amount of potato.
"Mr. Potter!" Harry was startled, and began to choke.
Harry turned to the booming voice. The booming voice was none other than the dark man himself. Professor Snape stood above Harry with a cruel pledge to make Harry Potter's life at Hogwart's miserable now that the golden child had seen into his past via pensive.
The man in ebony stood cold and without emotion except open hatred. His tunnel eyes devoured Harry's confidence.
"Unable to eat Potter?" Professor Snape stared at the 'Golden Boy' and watched him suffer.
Harry downed some pumpkin juice and finished up his hackings, while wiping his mouth on his sleeve Snape cringed slightly at the lack of proper etiquette.
"Mr. Potter you will have your first lesson tonight. That is of course if you don't choke to death before arriving." Snape stared in disgust as if Harry was the lowest creature he had ever come across.
"Yes, all right." Harry just barely got out.
"The lesson begins at 10:00 p.m." And Snape turned to walk towards the teacher's table and finish his breakfast without allowing Harry to comment.
"Sir?" Harry called but Snape ignored him. "Figures, stupid git only hears what he wants to hear." Harry said, trying to control his anger.
Harry drank the remaining amount of pumpkin juice in his large goblet and watched as it refilled before his eyes, only to be interrupted again, accept this time Harry managed to contain himself.
Within seconds Professor Snape was towering over a frighten Harry Potter.
"What was that?" Snape's eyes were filled with fury that Harry didn't wish to pursue further with his Potions teacher.
"Noth- ing- si-sir..." Harry managed to stutter out.
"You will arrive to the dungeons at 10:00 pm for a one hour detention, and then at 11:00 p.m. we will begin our lesson."
Harry nodded in understanding; he didn't attempt to get out of this one, as he didn't wish to enrage Snape further.
Harry finished his pumpkin juice, and left eating only half of the food he placed on his plate. As he left the Great Hall he could feel Snape's eyes on his back, and Harry began to run. Yes, he was frightened of Snape though would denial it immediately if anyone asked him.
Harry decided, to clear his mind before going to class, which unfortunately for him was potions.
Harry trailed down to the lake and sat on the bank staring into the water, which was deep blue like blueberry juice. The lake was a fine place to loose yourself, or at least for Harry. He could stare at it all day just watching the ripples and sun pass across it, and bird's shadows fly above it. He came to the lake bank whenever something was really troubling him or he wished to escape his fellow classmates inside. This was one of his favorite places on Hogwarts grounds, and he often had it all to himself to enjoy.
'I just don't get it.' Harry pondered silently. 'It's Malfoy. He must be up to something. He must, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor? Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? I can't believe it!'
As Harry's thoughts of Malfoy ended and the realization that school was occurring, he left the lake bank early, to arrive to potions on time.
Harry made his way up to the castle at ten minutes to eight. Potions would begin at 8:30 and he wished to begin the school year the best he could. After all Snape was the teacher, the most severe teacher he had known besides Dolores Umbridge.
However Umbridge was only severe in the sense of: a stout, umpa- loompa who had severe anger problems and extreme delight in seeing students be tortured- especially Harry. Harry still had faint marks on his hands from where Umbridge forced him to write, "I will not tell lies."
But Snape was different. One might shutter at Umbridge's forced punishment, but Snape's anger- he reached you from head to toe. He made his students shiver at the thought of serving detention alone with him. Snape, since he had once been a death eater was the next most terrifying thing next to Voldemort himself.
Harry made his way down to the dungeons and found himself alone with only Draco. Harry was early for potions, a very rare concept for Harry. Actually the first time Harry had ever in his five years, now six... Harry Potter was early for potions.
"Potter!" Draco said, as Harry sat himself down across the room from the blond brat.
"Draco." Harry simply stated.
Harry hid his surprise and extreme curiosity under his shaggy, untamed hair. His expression was clueless towards Draco Malfoy, the one look he pulled off perfectly.
Harry's eyes passed Draco's frosted ones as if he was any member from Slytherin house.
'Didn't think Malfoy would be here yet.' Harry thought. 'he looks gorgeous just the same. No! No it's ferret boy! Don't think about Draco, don't think about Draco...Think about... about Filch in a bright pare of knickers and a lacey bra....uggg! That did it!'
"Where's mud blood and weaselbe?" Draco asked, eyes fully on his enemy.
"Where are your two thugs Draco?" Harry raised his green eyes to question Draco.
Malfoy smirked. "Probably pigging out again in the Great Hall."
'Probably so.'
"I repeat, where's mudblood and weaselbe?"
"Probably snogging in a corner of the great hall somewhere. Why do you care?" Harry's eyes dropped to his handbag.
"I don't potty."
"Than why do you continue to pester me?" Harry said softly, voice emotionless.
"Am I pestering you scarhead? Ahhh... why in such a distasteful mood? Did mudblood and wesealbe upset you?"
"Yeah Draco. Exactly. Right on the dot, bravo." Harry answered.
'Gorgeous, Ferret boy.' Harry thought.
Harry wanted to ask Malfoy about the train ride to Hogwart's, but couldn't quite get comfortable enough to bring it up. Malfoy's continued comments gave Harry little hope he was going to bring the topic up anytime soon, and rather than embarrass himself, Harry decided to remain calm and ignore what happened on the train ride. Harry settled for humming the Hogwart's motto.
'Damn Neville! I'm going to hex him as soon as I see him. Now Draco's going to think I actually enjoy that bloody train wreck of a song.'
Harry could tell his silence, loud humming and lack of aggression was really infuriating Draco. Draco had learned to control most emotions, but his anger was obvious and untrained to perfection in his sixth year. He had not mastered the art of being a Slytherin, yet.
'Why must he be such a ferrity...'
"Early for Potions, now that's a first isn't it scar head?" Malfoy continued.
"Yes well, I can't afford to continue screwing up, now can I?" Harry's eyes were concentrated on his cauldron before him and all the ingredients he had carelessly taken out of his handbag.
It was obvious to Draco that Harry despised Potions, but he cared enough to pass with the lowest score possible. His lack of passion for the subject really did him in, in the end.
Harry was being extremely reserved, and this startled Draco.
"Oh, but scar head can squirm his way through anything can't he? Dumbledork would let you get away with murder."
"With your murder yes, but only yours." Harry smirked. Draco did not.
"Potter, how dare you speak to me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Mr. Malfoy, language."
Professor Snape entered through one of the many doors leading into the Potions classroom. He gave a very weak acknowledgement nod to Draco, and a very strong glare to Harry.
"Sorry sir." Malfoy replied.
"Prompt Mr. Potter? I am impressed. Miss. Granger is usually the first one to arrive from the Potter fan club."
Harry's anger was rising. 'Stay calm Harry it's only Malfoy and Snape.' Harry thought.
"Potter did you read the books I assigned over summer break?"
"Of course Professor." Harry said, truthfully.
However Snape did not believe him in the least bit. His eyes onyx and on fire were ready to embarrass Harry as Harry did Snape.
"Well then surprise me with your intelligence for once. What powers does eyebright possess?"
"Mental powers professor, psychic powers." Harry said, meeting his teacher's eyes with determination that he was not completely brainless or a dunderhead.
Snape's eyebrows arched slightly. "And what are its uses?"
Harry thought for a moment. "When properly brewed into a tea, eyebright clears the mind and helps one's memory."
"Is that all?" Snape declared in a savage way.
Harry furrowed his mind for answers. "Um...well.. er..." Harry replied confused. His eyebrows became twisted with lost answers that had been in his mind moments before.
"Draco, could you enlighten Mr. Potter?" Snape said, addressing his favorite student and never leaving his concentration on the boy who lived.
However, at that moment Harry felt like the idiot boy who lived out of stupid luck and possessed no real talent for anything except getting into trouble and enraging Snape.
"Eyebright Potter, when applied to the eyelids causes magical clairvoyance. Further more it increases psychic powers and aids in truth potions, in the same way Veritaserum does."
Draco replied, gloating in such extravagant pride. Harry wanted to tackle him to the floor.
Snape smirked in a vexing, wicked way that made Harry slightly nervous.
"Correct Draco. I can see you have been studying over summer break."
Harry remained silent.
"Potter, you could learn much from Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps if you paid attention in my classes you'd come as far as he has."
This was it; his anger was building up more and more. He wanted to strangle Malfoy for being so smug, and hex Snape until he blew up into a million pieces.
"I studied over summer break." Harry replied through gritted teeth, eyes concentrated solely on his professor who towered over him easily.
"I have yet to see that."
"I read your stupid Potions through the Dark Ages twice."
"Stupid! Is it? Well tell me what you would do if you find yourself bitten by a vampire. Or better yet, what will happen if the new wizard plague returns, and the 'stupid' Potions through the Ages' has the answers? Will you know what to do then Mr. Potter?"
"I will ask you!" Harry was unaware of what he was screeching out, but he didn't care.
"And escape yet again from using your mind. It's amazing you're still alive boy. It's astounding the dark lord hasn't killed you in your sleep, as your carelessness is appalling. And you wish to be an Auror?"
"No actually I do not, and I'm...."
"Your what Mr. Potter?" Snape voiced dominating Harry's voice, which was less powerful by far.
Harry could see his outbursts were getting old and repetitive. To himself and everyone around him, especially Professor Snape.
Harry dropped his head, averting his eyes to the dungeon floor.
"I'm sorry sir." Harry managed to say, which was very difficult because doing this, Harry was surrendering. It was especially difficult because Malfoy was viewing the whole ordeal, and suppressing laughter.
Snape had no time to comment, (not that he would) as students started piling into the cool dungeon classroom. Hermione was clutching to Ron.
"I'm really sorry Mione." Harry heard Ron say.
"It's all right Ronald, next time knock."
'No, Draco is Draco. Snape is greasy and a git. I can't believe I thought I had feelings for him? And respect Snape? No way in hell am I going to respect that slimy toad, ever again!' Harry thought dramatically.
Potions ended not soon enough. Various ways of making Harry and all the Gryffindors cringe at Snape's towering form, and silky voice was still effective.
Neville nearly cried as Snape began commanding him to: "stir quicker idiot boy!" and "How difficult is it to read instructions you daft fool!"
Harry was the last student in the classroom. Just as he was about to leave, Snape stopped him.
"Potter."
"Sir."
"Potter, I would look over your homework assignments if I were you. I may just ask you if you could explain some simple herb uses to me tonight during detention."
"Yes sir." Harry replied in monotone, and exited while ignoring Snape's satisfied face.
Just as Harry made his way out through the classroom and reached the first corridor of the dungeons Harry spotted Malfoy smirking at him. Harry noted his smile as something less threatening and more human, if Malfoy could be human.
"Come here Potter." Malfoy said in a calm tone.
Malfoy stood confidently, platinum hair falling into his severely cold eyes. His body seemed bigger to Harry then he remembered. Draco was waiting for him in the dark corridor, and the two boys were alone.
"What is it Draco?" Harry said, watching him, leaning against the stone wall.
"Come here and I'll show you."
"Tell me or sod off!" Harry said in annoyance, mostly caused by Snape.
"Such a temper for a Gryffindor, don't you think? What about all that 'where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindor's apart?'"
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Malfoy gestured with his hands for Harry to come to him, and this Harry did. Harry felt daring and part of him wished for those actions on the train to escalate to something further. Harry stood a person apart, and Draco stepped away from the wall and pulled the smart-mouthed Gryffindor to him. Draco's mouth opened Harry's and he began to kiss him intensely.
Draco's tongue took charge and Harry wanted to take Malfoy to his room and see what else the Slytherin was capable of.
Harry tasted what seemed to be alcohol of some kind, Harry was unsure. But the taste of Draco's mouth was making his water.
This time Harry was permitted to moan, as Draco never stopped. As Draco was kissing Harry, Harry noticed that Draco kept his eyes opened the entire time. His gray- silver eyes were staring into Harry's emerald ones, sending even more chills through his smaller body. And when Harry's confidence dropped and virgin qualities took over, Harry closed his eyes and allowed Malfoy to tempt him further.
Harry felt Draco's elegant, slender, lengthy hands feel his body, softly then....
In one instant Draco was kissing Harry in breathless, playful raptures, but the next moment... Draco turned Harry around and shoved him into the wall. Harry's head hit the wall violently and Draco now stood behind him in full control of their dark and savage playtime. Harry moaned in pain as he hit the wall. Draco however, continued his kisses, and as he became out of breath, moved to Harry's neck. Harry now moaned in pleasure.
"Draco...." Harry barely said as his voice became invisible.
Draco's nips became ferocious bites and his hands were pressing Harry in the most awkward, aching way. Harry was agonizing in pain.
"Stop it!" Harry bellowed.
"Stop?" Draco stopped, turning Harry around with great force, looking down into Harry's fresh deep jade eyes with feelings of everything besides understanding.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Harry asked, angered, while rubbing his sore neck.
"You don't enjoy my kisses Potter?" Draco asked, half surprised, half offended.
"I liked the kiss on the train." Harry said childlike and pure.
"I see..." Draco watched Harry for a moment as if he was putting him through an X-ray machine that would somehow tell him what he was thinking. "Potter, you are mine."
Draco said, clearly in a dominating manner that Harry could not fully accept.
"I am not! No slimy Slytherin is going to push me around!"
Draco smirked, and whispered into Harry's ear, "That's what you think." Draco said, voice commanding and warm.
Harry wanted to say something more, to protest against Draco's inappropriate commands.
However, Harry was getting attention from Draco, which when Draco was gentle was very enjoyable. Harry was mixed between hatred and complete lust. Draco, the dragon brat who had thus far tormented Harry was claming him as his. The dragon brat who called his friends 'mudblood' and 'weaselbe,' let alone called Harry scar head whenever they were in public together. The dragon brat whose dad was found to be a death eater and sent to Azkaban, the dragon brat who was his enemy was suddenly, possibly something more?
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