Hi, welcome to chapter 3, thank you all for reviewing; all of you!
Anniacuru: my beta, I tried to get Draco to kiss Casey, your character, but he is being rather stubborn.
Draco: I'm straight! How many bloody times to I have to tell you!!!
Me: Shut up, kiss him. *Draco pouts*
Casey: you know you want to…
*Draco pouts harder* *I ignore his pouts* *Pouts like his life depends on it* *Casey can't resist, and kisses him* *Harry and I sulk while Casey inflicts a fiery tonsil cleaning service on Draco*
Anyway, *sulk*
Jessie C: thanks for your reviews! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! Draco is busy at the moment, *glares at Anniacuru, who grins* and Harry is busy sulking, so may I offer any teacher or other student, Snape perhaps? *shudders* or Blaise? He is quite handsome…
Obviations: it will all become clear soon! Hope you like this chapter! Draco is busy at the moment, *glares at Anniacuru, who beams* and Harry is busy sulking, so here's a honey covered Sirius.
Sirius: ow ow ow! Sticky…
Me: oh come on, you probably did this all the time!
Sirius: true, but I was a lot younger…. Ow!!
Almonds: I'm glad you like it, and love me. Yay! I hope you like this chapter as well, Draco is busy at the moment, so I can't offer him to you all honey covered. *glares at Anniacuru, who grins* and Harry is busy sulking, so may I offer any teacher or other student, Snape perhaps? *shudders* or Blaise? Please state your order in your review, and I'll deal with it.
On with the show…
Key:
A/n or prophesy or letter.
Draco's thoughts
Harry's thoughts
Stressed speech
~~~ = pov/scene change.
Chapter 3:
To 7th year Gryffindors and Slytherins,
Due to the hostility so openly expressed between your two Houses, I believe that it will generate more tolerance between you if you have to share all your lessons together. Therefore, I have arranged it so.
Yrs,
Albus Dumbledore.
"How could he do this to us?" Ron was already turning a deep scarlet in his apoplexy. He was reading a notice which had been pinned onto the notice board of the Gryffindor common room earlier that morning. They had already received their new timetables.
"No, no, no! I've just learnt our old timetable off by heart!" cried Neville.
Harry frowned, today was Tuesday, and according to the new timetables, they had Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, and Charms. That meant a hell of a lot of homework.
~~~~~ Down in the Dungeons ~~~~
"Draco, baby" simpered Pansy, she's never known her place. "What do you think of these new timetables? I think they're positively dreadful! I mean, who does…" Draco zoned out her mindless prattling; he had never had much tolerance for fawning fan girls, although they gave his ego a boost. But Pansy's determination was aggravating; and was beginning to really annoy Draco.
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Potions passed without much to note; Snape was snappy, even to me! But, Draco figured, I did mess his class up last time…
Before he knew it, he was of to Transfigurations.
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"Quit complaining Ron!" Harry and Hermione shouted. They were sick of his moans. Harry was sure that if he whined for another minute, he would kill him, best friend or not. Hermione, seeing this, quickly chastised Ron enough to shut up. Either that, or her threat that she wouldn't help with his history homework worked!
They reached the classroom to find it devoid of desks. That's promising! The trio joined the rest of their friends leaning on the far wall, chatting animatedly. Harry was soon bored of the inane guesses and predictions for the lesson. His gaze began to wonder, and rested on a familiar boy with liquid eyes and an aristocratic drawl.
"Well, I hope that she doesn't show any partiality in these lessons, but then again, these are Gryffindors we're dealing with!" Draco broke off, and waved a hand to silence his avid listeners. "Please, applause, however appreciated, is not necessary at this time."
Harry stifled a laugh. Draco's listeners were enraptured, as if he was some god, not likely, but then again, those eyes…Harry quickly shut out that particular train of thoughts as a cat padded into the classroom and transformed into Professor McGonagall.
"Excuse my lateness, there was a matter of a certain cat I couldn't shake off." She looked flustered. The Gryffindors all sniggered, while the Slytherins looked intrigued; she had never explained to us why she was late, Draco thought bitterly, but of course she would have no qualms in telling her reasons to them! This peeved him slightly, no matter, I'll get it off Potter sooner or later. Draco was a perceptive boy, and was certainly, in no way oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived. What was slightly unnerving though was the fact that Harry was staring at his eyes, whereas most admirers try and avoid eye contact.
### Flashback ###
"Father, what does a mirror tell you? In my readings, I know that some alter your perceptions, read your minds, and do other magical things! What will I see?" the 6 year old's eagerness for knowledge was apparent in his voice.
"Draco, be quiet. I don't have time to discuss such trivial matters with you. I have important things to discuss with more important people." The boy's father departed the room, leaving the boy with his mother. Draco transferred his inquiring eyes to her. She sighed and knelt down, stroking his cheek.
"Shh, my darling, remember, mirrors do not all tell the truth; so a great man once said that the best mirror is a friend. I'll tell you what you'll see…"
The graceful woman gazed at her son with loving and praising eyes. He was a beautiful cherub, and so pure, and innocent…
"You'll see your heritage, and your right to be proud, no matter how bad things get, you'll have that to fall back on, and it's well founded. I see high birth in your cheekbones, that's from your father, and your silver hair, showing power, which acts as a warning that beautiful things can be dangerous too. Your lips are from me I think, too full for your father. They show the capability of emotion, which you must keep in check. Your nose, once again from your father, that stands for nobility."
"And what of my eyes, Mother? Where did I get them? Are they from father too?"
Narcissa gave a quiet chuckle. "I should hope not! His are grey. Yours are shining silver, ready to outshine us all. No, they come from my father. I see him in you sometimes… Please, if only for me, whatever your father says, keep him in there. Promise me…"
"I promise, Mama."
She leaned in and kissed the boy on his forehead. "My boy, my little dragon. I love you." She rose, "and I trust this conversation will go nowhere?" a nod from her son reassured her, and she left the room.
# End Flashback #
Draco blinked, where had that come from? "Perhaps the thoughts of my features," he mused. But his thoughts were abruptly shattered by the realisation that a very annoyed looking professor was glaring at him.
"Well, if Mr Malfoy is now awake enough for me to continue" damn. "Then I will sort you into partners. Malfoy, you and your partner will have detention, so they can explain the project to you. I'm taking 5 points off Slytherin. Now, let me sort you before the bell goes… Slytherins, this side, and Gryffindors, this side. Hurry please!"
Both lines scowled as they were pulled into partners with the opposite house. Ron was with Blaise and Hermione was with Theodore.
"Ah, I was warned about you two together" Draco scowled at his professor's words. "But considering the nature of this task, it can't be that bad. Very well, Malfoy, go with Potter. Your detention will be in this room at 8 tonight. It will be unsupervised, but no magic will be tolerated. Do try and be civil." She swept out.
"Oh, Joy! I'm with you! And may I ask for just exactly how long am I stuck with you?" Draco gazed at Harry, who was lost in his own thoughts. "Hello? Earth to Potter?" Draco even went as far as to wave a perfectly manicured hand in front of the dreaming boy's face. He soon gave up that particular tack. "See you tonight then, it's a date." Draco laughed at the blush rapidly rising in the finally awakened boy and left. Gotcha!