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Blood Magic Chapter Two: Finding Out
Knock, knock, knock. "Come on! The two of you have got to be awake already!" An angry voice yelled, seemingly from behind Draco and Harry's portrait-door. But the two were sleeping very soundly in their rooms. The voice behind the door finally sighed in exasperation and used the backup password to rooms that the professors are always given. "Silverglade." The voice said quietly, the portrait swinging open.
Harry awoke to violent shaking. "Hmm? Wha -!?" Harry asked, his eyes snapping open. The man who was shaking him had let go, and was now standing in front of his bed. "Professor Snape? What are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously, thinking that there may just be some trouble.
"You are expected at the Headmaster's office in an hour." Said professor explained quickly, heading off to wake up Draco, robes billowing behind him.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry got out of bed, opening the curtains. The sunlight came through the window, lighting up the room effectively. An owl headed for his window, and Harry wasted no time to open the window and get the letter. It was from Hermione. He opened the letter and read it silently.
"Reading fan mail, Potter?" Professor Snape asked from the doorway.
"No, sir. It's a personal letter." Harry tried his best to keep a straight face.
"Albus shall not tolerate lateness this time, Potter. Try your hardest to be punctual." Snape said before he left the headstudents' quarters altogether. Harry rolled his eyes.
"That is rude, you know." Draco said, entering Harry's room. The raven haired boy glared at him, and read the letter he received instead. He found out that instead of the usual mushy poetry and quotations Hermione often sent, it was a personal message. 'Love, Professor Mcgonagall told Ron and me that you aren't attending classes today, because you were ill. She also told us you were at the Hospital Wing last night. Why, love? Did my baby hurt himself? I have to go now, love. ILYSM!' Harry sat down at his desk to reply.
"You know, Potter, ignoring me won't exactly do you that much good." Draco spoke up, crossing his arms on his chest and sitting on Harry's bed.
"Who gave you the right to go in here, anyway?" Harry retorted, inking his quill. Draco rolled his eyes. Harry seemed to notice what Draco did. "That is rude you know." Harry mimicked. Draco's mouth dropped open and he raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have eyes at the back of your head or something?!" He asked in bewilderment.
"No." Harry replied. 'Hermione, love, I'm not sick. Peeves cursed Malfoy and me last night. Albus excused us from classes to discuss whatever it was that happened last night. I have to go; we have to be at Albus' office in less than an hour. ILYSM!' Harry wrote, tapping the letter with his wand and saying Hermione's name. A few minutes later, said girl received the letter.
"If you don't, then how could you have possibly noticed that I rolled my eyes?!" Draco asked, more baffled than ever.
"I DON'T KNOW! Just tell me why you're in my room so you can leave!" Harry demanded, turning around to face Draco.
"If this is your attitude, then never you mind! I came here to offer a truce, which I just realized, is virtually impossible! You need an attitude adjustment, Potter!" Draco said, leaving Harry stunned.
Harry sighed and went through his morning routine silently.
"Come on, Potter! We don't want to be late! Severus said so himself to be punctual!" Draco said, his arms crossed, tapping his feet.
"Since when do you call Snape by his first name?" Harry asked, putting on his best shirt.
"Since he became my godfather. Would you please hurry up!?" Draco said, leaning on Harry's door. Harry incidentally pulled the door open, making Draco lose his balance and fall onto Harry. "What the fu –"Draco started, staring into Harry's eyes. Their eyes locked, and all things around them lost their significance. They felt as if they were... in heaven. Draco was on top of Harry, his hands on the raven haired boy's shoulders. It was so silent; you could here a pin drop. A knock resounded in the room throwing them back into reality. They scrambled to get up and separate themselves from each other. They kept silent, and Draco opened the portrait-door.
"Uh... Good morning, Professor Mcgonagall." Draco greeted.
Harry walked over to Mcgonagall. "What is it, professor?" He asked.
"Come with me, you two." She said, turning around to go. "But professor, we're expected at the headmaster's office in less than ten minutes!" Harry said.
"That is precisely where we are going. Come now, the two of you." She explained, heading off.
"Honeydew." Minerva Mcgonagall said, waving her hands in a pattern. The gargoyle started moving up, and the winding stairs appeared. "Up, up, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. We are in much of a hurry." She said, ushering the two up the stairs.
"Ah... Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, take a seat. Lemon drops?" The Headmaster offered, brandishing his candy dish. The two shook their heads no. "Tea?" The headmaster offered instead, pointing to his tea table.
"No thank you, sir. May we know the reason of our visit?" Draco asked politely. The two head of houses stood behind the headmaster. Harry did not fail to notice the grim and worried expressions of the three. Even Snape was showing some emotion.
//This must be serious.// Harry thought worriedly, trying his best to keep a straight face.
"Well, I think I should get straight to the point. What happened last night was no joke. We had thought Peeves harmless until then. He cast a blood magic spell on the two of you. Actually, it is more of a curse, but let us not think of it that way." Dumbledore started.
"Excuse me sir, but did you just say blood magic?" Draco asked, his tone clearly stating that he was agitated.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, unfortunately." The headmaster explained.
"WHAT!? How could that – that Peeves possibly do this?! You can NOT expect a ghost, nothing but a ghost! A spectrum! To cast a blood curse! It is virtually impossible! How – Why haven't you banished that imbecilic, asinine, crass, whatever! Why haven't you banished that – that ghost!?" Draco said in a frenzied way.
"We cannot banish him unless he broke a rule. We can, however, have him relinquish all his magical capabilities over to us." Dumbledore said.
"That's it!? That's all you're going to do!?" Draco asked, standing up and banging his fists on Dumbledore's desk.
"Relax, Malfoy, it's just a blood curse." Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Just a blood curse? JUST a BLOOD CURSE?! Potter, you do realize that Peeves could have bonded us together by blood!" Draco said angrily.
"That, Mr. Malfoy, is exactly what Peeves had done." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes gone.
"WHAT!?" Draco and Harry said simultaneously. Harry had already stood up and fisted his hands to keep from hitting anything in his path.
Their magical auras surrounded each of them, Harry's red and Draco's green. Said auras grew brighter every time the owner's temper flared.
"I DEMAND TO SEE MY FATHER NOW!" Draco said, pacing the room. Harry was babbling to himself incoherently, also pacing the room.
"Yes, Draco, Lucius is on his way." Snape said quietly. Draco nodded once and struggled to hide his emotions. He sat down, his face still livid.
"How. Could. I. Get bonded. With DRACO MALFOY OF ALL PEOPLE!?" Harry screamed, banging both his fist once on the wall. Knuckles bleeding, his magical aura bright as ever, he let out a tension relieving scream, that if not for Severus Snape's quick silencing spell, would have been heard all throughout the castle.
"And you ACTUALLY think that I'm happy with this arrangement?!" Draco asked, his emotions resurfacing. Draco punched a portrait, effectively tearing it apart, his magical aura even brighter than Harry's. Dumbledore shook his head and frowned, resting his forehead on his hand. Snape smirked, and Mcgonagall kept a straight face.
"I have personally never seen anyone this enraged." Mcgonagall said to the professors. "If you were to be married to your mortal enemy, would you not be?" Snape said louder than intended, and both Draco and Harry heard. "MARRIED?!" They said, yet again, simultaneously.
Lucius had chosen the exact time to enter the room, as Harry and Draco let out one last scream, their tempers exploding, causing a magical surge in the castle. The lights temporarily went off, and the ground seemed to be shaking. Lucius was thrown out of the room. All of a sudden it was gone, and both Harry and Draco collapsed to the floor, exhausted, but conscious.
Lucius struggled to his feet and composed himself before he entered the room with a flourish. "Draco," The man greeted, "Potter." The man said coldly, looking Harry up and down. Said boy raised an eyebrow. Lucius greeted the professors with nods, and sat down on a chair that he had conjured.
"Let us get right to the point. I came here to discuss the particulars with both of you." Lucius said coldly, his head held high.
"Particulars? Could you not possibly get me out of this instead? I want out!" Draco demanded, looking his father straight in the eye. Harry thought he had seen a glint of pleading in those silver grey eyes, but he brushed it off as an illusion.
"Draco I cannot help you this time. I have gotten you out of a lot of your messes before, but this time you must live with the consequences." Lucius said aloofly and emotionlessly. Draco said in reply,
"Father, I did not create this me –"He was cut off, as Lucius had spoken up.
"Enough is enough, Draco! This is no more pleasing to me as it is to you! It is hard enough for me to explain this to your mother! She is in tears right now, Dragon. Still, we have decided that you live with your consequences!" Lucius said, glaring. Harry and the other professors kept silent.
"Now enough with all this dramatics, Draco." Lucius reprimanded. "Now read." He added, handing each boy a roll of parchment.
Both read for a while, but Harry suddenly spoke up. "What's this?" He asked, breaking his own silence. Lucius sighed in exasperation and said, "Those are the rules in this arrangement, Potter."
"I know what this is! I meant, what is this?" Harry replied, pointing at a clause in the document. Lucius took a quick look at what Harry was pointing at. Draco was still at a stunned silence.
"That, Potter, is evidently a rule that needs to be followed." Lucius explained irritably.
"I know it's a rule! But WHY do I have to be married to him for twenty five years?!" Harry asked loudly, effectively breaking Draco out of his silence.
"We have to be married for how long?!" He suddenly asked.
"Twenty five years. All rules are unbendable and any rule-breaking shall be regarded with heavy punishment.
"What about this rule? Both shall stay in one room and one bed, and neither shall take lovers? Are you trying to turn me celibate, father?" Draco asked, pointing at a rule.
Harry suddenly remembered his own lover. He and Hermione had sworn to each other that they would marry each other as soon as they graduate. "No! Hermione!" He suddenly yelled, breathing heavily. He started getting flashbacks of all their experiences together, all their promises, their love for each other. All of it, gone in a flash. "How am I supposed to tell her about this?!" Harry asked for any suggestions that might be available. He could not imagine hurting his best friend and girlfriend. //This might as well be betrayal.// Harry thought to himself.
"I suggest you tell her as soon as you get out of here, Potter. Do not procrastinate, as it will hurt her feelings more." Mcgonagall suggested. Trust a woman to know what another woman would feel when a relationship is broken off. Harry nodded.
"As I have said, no rules are bendable in this arrangement, Draco. You must learn to live with the consequences, even if you are needed to remain celibate." Lucius explained after Harry and Mcgonagall's exchange.
"I do not want to remain celibate, father." Draco said, seething.
"Neither do I." Harry added.
"I am afraid that you have no choice. Unless the two of you can work out an arrangement of you giving each other pleasure at a given time, you shall remain celibate." Lucius said, making the two blush.
"Add clause," Lucius said, and the parchment started adding a clause at the very bottom, "Both shall take the Malfoy name and will remain at the Malfoy Manor until they are seventeen. They may choose where to live after this. End clause."
"Are the rules understood?" Lucius asked. Both nodded. "Good. Both of you shall stay at the Malfoy Manor during your Easter break up to a few weeks before your graduations. You will be tutored, so there is no worry as to your studies." Lucius said. "Potter, you must adapt the Malfoy conduct. That means no more emotions in public, act coldly, and so on, and so forth. You will learn to like it sometime." He told Harry, but his voice lacked malice. "Oh, and one more thing, both of you have to act as a happy couple in public. Although you may hate each other's guts in private." He added before he left.
CHAPTER END
Word count: 2,306 words. Wow.
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Blood Magic Chapter Two: Finding Out
Knock, knock, knock. "Come on! The two of you have got to be awake already!" An angry voice yelled, seemingly from behind Draco and Harry's portrait-door. But the two were sleeping very soundly in their rooms. The voice behind the door finally sighed in exasperation and used the backup password to rooms that the professors are always given. "Silverglade." The voice said quietly, the portrait swinging open.
Harry awoke to violent shaking. "Hmm? Wha -!?" Harry asked, his eyes snapping open. The man who was shaking him had let go, and was now standing in front of his bed. "Professor Snape? What are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously, thinking that there may just be some trouble.
"You are expected at the Headmaster's office in an hour." Said professor explained quickly, heading off to wake up Draco, robes billowing behind him.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry got out of bed, opening the curtains. The sunlight came through the window, lighting up the room effectively. An owl headed for his window, and Harry wasted no time to open the window and get the letter. It was from Hermione. He opened the letter and read it silently.
"Reading fan mail, Potter?" Professor Snape asked from the doorway.
"No, sir. It's a personal letter." Harry tried his best to keep a straight face.
"Albus shall not tolerate lateness this time, Potter. Try your hardest to be punctual." Snape said before he left the headstudents' quarters altogether. Harry rolled his eyes.
"That is rude, you know." Draco said, entering Harry's room. The raven haired boy glared at him, and read the letter he received instead. He found out that instead of the usual mushy poetry and quotations Hermione often sent, it was a personal message. 'Love, Professor Mcgonagall told Ron and me that you aren't attending classes today, because you were ill. She also told us you were at the Hospital Wing last night. Why, love? Did my baby hurt himself? I have to go now, love. ILYSM!' Harry sat down at his desk to reply.
"You know, Potter, ignoring me won't exactly do you that much good." Draco spoke up, crossing his arms on his chest and sitting on Harry's bed.
"Who gave you the right to go in here, anyway?" Harry retorted, inking his quill. Draco rolled his eyes. Harry seemed to notice what Draco did. "That is rude you know." Harry mimicked. Draco's mouth dropped open and he raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have eyes at the back of your head or something?!" He asked in bewilderment.
"No." Harry replied. 'Hermione, love, I'm not sick. Peeves cursed Malfoy and me last night. Albus excused us from classes to discuss whatever it was that happened last night. I have to go; we have to be at Albus' office in less than an hour. ILYSM!' Harry wrote, tapping the letter with his wand and saying Hermione's name. A few minutes later, said girl received the letter.
"If you don't, then how could you have possibly noticed that I rolled my eyes?!" Draco asked, more baffled than ever.
"I DON'T KNOW! Just tell me why you're in my room so you can leave!" Harry demanded, turning around to face Draco.
"If this is your attitude, then never you mind! I came here to offer a truce, which I just realized, is virtually impossible! You need an attitude adjustment, Potter!" Draco said, leaving Harry stunned.
Harry sighed and went through his morning routine silently.
"Come on, Potter! We don't want to be late! Severus said so himself to be punctual!" Draco said, his arms crossed, tapping his feet.
"Since when do you call Snape by his first name?" Harry asked, putting on his best shirt.
"Since he became my godfather. Would you please hurry up!?" Draco said, leaning on Harry's door. Harry incidentally pulled the door open, making Draco lose his balance and fall onto Harry. "What the fu –"Draco started, staring into Harry's eyes. Their eyes locked, and all things around them lost their significance. They felt as if they were... in heaven. Draco was on top of Harry, his hands on the raven haired boy's shoulders. It was so silent; you could here a pin drop. A knock resounded in the room throwing them back into reality. They scrambled to get up and separate themselves from each other. They kept silent, and Draco opened the portrait-door.
"Uh... Good morning, Professor Mcgonagall." Draco greeted.
Harry walked over to Mcgonagall. "What is it, professor?" He asked.
"Come with me, you two." She said, turning around to go. "But professor, we're expected at the headmaster's office in less than ten minutes!" Harry said.
"That is precisely where we are going. Come now, the two of you." She explained, heading off.
"Honeydew." Minerva Mcgonagall said, waving her hands in a pattern. The gargoyle started moving up, and the winding stairs appeared. "Up, up, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. We are in much of a hurry." She said, ushering the two up the stairs.
"Ah... Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, take a seat. Lemon drops?" The Headmaster offered, brandishing his candy dish. The two shook their heads no. "Tea?" The headmaster offered instead, pointing to his tea table.
"No thank you, sir. May we know the reason of our visit?" Draco asked politely. The two head of houses stood behind the headmaster. Harry did not fail to notice the grim and worried expressions of the three. Even Snape was showing some emotion.
//This must be serious.// Harry thought worriedly, trying his best to keep a straight face.
"Well, I think I should get straight to the point. What happened last night was no joke. We had thought Peeves harmless until then. He cast a blood magic spell on the two of you. Actually, it is more of a curse, but let us not think of it that way." Dumbledore started.
"Excuse me sir, but did you just say blood magic?" Draco asked, his tone clearly stating that he was agitated.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, unfortunately." The headmaster explained.
"WHAT!? How could that – that Peeves possibly do this?! You can NOT expect a ghost, nothing but a ghost! A spectrum! To cast a blood curse! It is virtually impossible! How – Why haven't you banished that imbecilic, asinine, crass, whatever! Why haven't you banished that – that ghost!?" Draco said in a frenzied way.
"We cannot banish him unless he broke a rule. We can, however, have him relinquish all his magical capabilities over to us." Dumbledore said.
"That's it!? That's all you're going to do!?" Draco asked, standing up and banging his fists on Dumbledore's desk.
"Relax, Malfoy, it's just a blood curse." Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Just a blood curse? JUST a BLOOD CURSE?! Potter, you do realize that Peeves could have bonded us together by blood!" Draco said angrily.
"That, Mr. Malfoy, is exactly what Peeves had done." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes gone.
"WHAT!?" Draco and Harry said simultaneously. Harry had already stood up and fisted his hands to keep from hitting anything in his path.
Their magical auras surrounded each of them, Harry's red and Draco's green. Said auras grew brighter every time the owner's temper flared.
"I DEMAND TO SEE MY FATHER NOW!" Draco said, pacing the room. Harry was babbling to himself incoherently, also pacing the room.
"Yes, Draco, Lucius is on his way." Snape said quietly. Draco nodded once and struggled to hide his emotions. He sat down, his face still livid.
"How. Could. I. Get bonded. With DRACO MALFOY OF ALL PEOPLE!?" Harry screamed, banging both his fist once on the wall. Knuckles bleeding, his magical aura bright as ever, he let out a tension relieving scream, that if not for Severus Snape's quick silencing spell, would have been heard all throughout the castle.
"And you ACTUALLY think that I'm happy with this arrangement?!" Draco asked, his emotions resurfacing. Draco punched a portrait, effectively tearing it apart, his magical aura even brighter than Harry's. Dumbledore shook his head and frowned, resting his forehead on his hand. Snape smirked, and Mcgonagall kept a straight face.
"I have personally never seen anyone this enraged." Mcgonagall said to the professors. "If you were to be married to your mortal enemy, would you not be?" Snape said louder than intended, and both Draco and Harry heard. "MARRIED?!" They said, yet again, simultaneously.
Lucius had chosen the exact time to enter the room, as Harry and Draco let out one last scream, their tempers exploding, causing a magical surge in the castle. The lights temporarily went off, and the ground seemed to be shaking. Lucius was thrown out of the room. All of a sudden it was gone, and both Harry and Draco collapsed to the floor, exhausted, but conscious.
Lucius struggled to his feet and composed himself before he entered the room with a flourish. "Draco," The man greeted, "Potter." The man said coldly, looking Harry up and down. Said boy raised an eyebrow. Lucius greeted the professors with nods, and sat down on a chair that he had conjured.
"Let us get right to the point. I came here to discuss the particulars with both of you." Lucius said coldly, his head held high.
"Particulars? Could you not possibly get me out of this instead? I want out!" Draco demanded, looking his father straight in the eye. Harry thought he had seen a glint of pleading in those silver grey eyes, but he brushed it off as an illusion.
"Draco I cannot help you this time. I have gotten you out of a lot of your messes before, but this time you must live with the consequences." Lucius said aloofly and emotionlessly. Draco said in reply,
"Father, I did not create this me –"He was cut off, as Lucius had spoken up.
"Enough is enough, Draco! This is no more pleasing to me as it is to you! It is hard enough for me to explain this to your mother! She is in tears right now, Dragon. Still, we have decided that you live with your consequences!" Lucius said, glaring. Harry and the other professors kept silent.
"Now enough with all this dramatics, Draco." Lucius reprimanded. "Now read." He added, handing each boy a roll of parchment.
Both read for a while, but Harry suddenly spoke up. "What's this?" He asked, breaking his own silence. Lucius sighed in exasperation and said, "Those are the rules in this arrangement, Potter."
"I know what this is! I meant, what is this?" Harry replied, pointing at a clause in the document. Lucius took a quick look at what Harry was pointing at. Draco was still at a stunned silence.
"That, Potter, is evidently a rule that needs to be followed." Lucius explained irritably.
"I know it's a rule! But WHY do I have to be married to him for twenty five years?!" Harry asked loudly, effectively breaking Draco out of his silence.
"We have to be married for how long?!" He suddenly asked.
"Twenty five years. All rules are unbendable and any rule-breaking shall be regarded with heavy punishment.
"What about this rule? Both shall stay in one room and one bed, and neither shall take lovers? Are you trying to turn me celibate, father?" Draco asked, pointing at a rule.
Harry suddenly remembered his own lover. He and Hermione had sworn to each other that they would marry each other as soon as they graduate. "No! Hermione!" He suddenly yelled, breathing heavily. He started getting flashbacks of all their experiences together, all their promises, their love for each other. All of it, gone in a flash. "How am I supposed to tell her about this?!" Harry asked for any suggestions that might be available. He could not imagine hurting his best friend and girlfriend. //This might as well be betrayal.// Harry thought to himself.
"I suggest you tell her as soon as you get out of here, Potter. Do not procrastinate, as it will hurt her feelings more." Mcgonagall suggested. Trust a woman to know what another woman would feel when a relationship is broken off. Harry nodded.
"As I have said, no rules are bendable in this arrangement, Draco. You must learn to live with the consequences, even if you are needed to remain celibate." Lucius explained after Harry and Mcgonagall's exchange.
"I do not want to remain celibate, father." Draco said, seething.
"Neither do I." Harry added.
"I am afraid that you have no choice. Unless the two of you can work out an arrangement of you giving each other pleasure at a given time, you shall remain celibate." Lucius said, making the two blush.
"Add clause," Lucius said, and the parchment started adding a clause at the very bottom, "Both shall take the Malfoy name and will remain at the Malfoy Manor until they are seventeen. They may choose where to live after this. End clause."
"Are the rules understood?" Lucius asked. Both nodded. "Good. Both of you shall stay at the Malfoy Manor during your Easter break up to a few weeks before your graduations. You will be tutored, so there is no worry as to your studies." Lucius said. "Potter, you must adapt the Malfoy conduct. That means no more emotions in public, act coldly, and so on, and so forth. You will learn to like it sometime." He told Harry, but his voice lacked malice. "Oh, and one more thing, both of you have to act as a happy couple in public. Although you may hate each other's guts in private." He added before he left.
CHAPTER END
Word count: 2,306 words. Wow.