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I am SO sorry it has taken me a while to update – school started, and I've been overwhelmed with so much work, that I haven't been able to get even 5 minutes to myself...my sincerest apologies to my faithful readers...Anyway, here is the next chapter (I tried to make it longer than usual to make up to you guys for such the long wait )
Chapter Five-----Riddle Manor------
Lord Voldemort, possibly in his happiest mood ever, was sipping wine ever so gracefully, sitting like a king on a throne. He stared intently at the still unconscious Dumbledore, with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He was also listening to his daily report being given to him by that pathetic excuse of a Deatheater, Wormtail.
"- and the Lestranges have located the location of Avery, and I am pleased to inform you that he is still out of Azkaban. However, the Minister is acting up and Goyle-"Wormtail said nervously, eyes darting from his Lord to the door.
Voldemort raised a hand for him to stop. Sighing impatiently, he spoke in a bored, cold tone. "Yes, yes, Wormtail. I already know all of this...news," he sneered, "that you are telling me. When you brought your pathetic excuse of a body to my manor today, I asked you specifically if you had any new information." Wormtail quivered, head facing the ground.
"M-my apologies, L-lord-"he began, only to be cut off by being hit with 'Crucio'. He fell to the floor, letting out an earsplitting scream. Voldemort noticed that this caused Dumbledore to stir, and he quickly ended the curse.
"Let that be a warning, fool. NOW GET OUT!" he shouted. Wormtail bowed quickly and ran out the door, just as Dumbledore's eyes flicked open. "Well, well. Good morning Headmaster, although I think I can safely say you've had better?" Voldemort said, his voice laced with sarcasm and annoyance.
Dumbledore bit back sobs. So it wasn't a nightmare, he thought. Forcing himself not to cry, he said in a weak voice, "And what is it you plan to do with me, Tom?"
Voldemort laughed a high pitched cold laugh. "Funny you should ask that...funny indeed. I think I might just tell you." Dumbledore felt fear flood through him. He knew Voldemort wouldn't tell him his plan unless he was sure nothing could go wrong... "Well, I can't take the credit for this. Harry came up with it. My, what an intelligent boy he is," Voldemort said hastily, "The plan is..."
-------Gryffindor Tower (HA! I know I'm pure evil, cutting it off just before it was revealed. couldn't resist though don't worry, you'll find out soon enough)-------
Harry walked through the portrait slowly. He had just had the best hour of his life. Not caring that he should be in charms, he thought of how he and Draco had just lain there in each other's arms, with a kiss here and there. It felt...so...perfect, he thought.
Sighing, he looked around the Common Room. He was surprised- he thought he would be alone, since it was class time, but the room was quite crowded. Everyone stared at him, shocked. They never thought Harry as the type to ditch class, but then again, he hadn't been acting like himself lately.
Harry sneered at them, and sat down in one of the chairs by itself in a dark corner. He closed his eyes, grateful for being alone so he could think of nothing but Draco...
But peace never lasts. Harry could feel eyes staring at him. Snapping his open, he scanned the room for the guilty eyes. He finally rested on Granger. What a stupid girl, he thought as he smirked evilly at her, immediately regretting it, for she obviously took it has an invitation to come over to him. Fuck! I want to be left alone...Stop walking toward me, MUDBLOOD! he mentally screamed at her.
Stopping in front of him, Hermione just stared. Her eyes were once again red and puffy. Does she ever do anything besides cry? he wondered, must be a mudblood thing, he thought, chuckling mentally.
His thoughts were cut short by Hermione. "Harry-" she began.
"That's Potter to you, mudblood," he snapped bitterly, a gleam in his eyes daring her to defy him.
She shuddered and felt her throat burn. Clearing her throat, she continued softly, "I...I saw you. I saw you with...Malfoy outside." Hermione waited for Harry to become red with embarrassment, to deny it, or to even look ashamed. But instead, he just smirked at her.
"Did you really? Well, did you see anything you liked?" He asked mockingly, sneering. Hermione's face grew red, and a single tear fell down her cheek.
"Harry-"
"Are you so daft mudblood that you forget my name already? My name's Potter...P-O-T-T-E-R! And everyone thinks you're a smart girl," Harry interrupted, growing out of patience. The whole Common Room went silent as they watched the two former friends.
Hermione felt dizzy. "P-Potter...How...why...why...Malfoy? O-of a-all people?" she asked, more tears streaking her cheeks, "What d-did he d-do to you?"
Harry had had enough. He spoke so low that the Common Room couldn't here it. But Hermione did, and his voice sent shivers up her spine. "I don't have to explain my personal life to you or anyone for that matter. Now I suggest you keep your mudblood nose out of my business before you find yourself six feet under the ground. Understand?" he hissed to a terrified Hermione. For a moment, she could've sworn his eyes turned black and red.
Building up the courage, she nervously asked, "Is...is that a threat?" Harry just smirked.
"Do you want to take the chance that it isn't?" he taunted, "Because if you want to, be my guest. Nothing would please me more than to end your life. There'd be one less dirty, filthy, useless, mudblood on the planet." And with that, Harry strode out of the Common Room. Damn it! I need to find a place where I can go to be alone and actually stay being alone, he thought.
Hermione crumpled into the nearest chair, and sat there, eyes glazed over, brimming with tears. The rest of the Common Room just watched, wondering what Harry could've said to his former best friend.
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Strutting along the castle, Harry noticed it was near dinnertime. He turned to head to the Great Hall, only to collide with someone. Fuck my fucking life! he thought, why do I keep running into people?! He narrowed his eyes coldly as he looked down at the youngest Weasel – Ginny. "What do you want?" He snapped. Ginny looked at him fearfully. She had been in the Common Room when he and Hermione had "talked."
Finding her voice, she said, in an octave higher than she would have normally, "Ummm...I was wondering when you were going to hold quidditch tryouts cause I would like to try out as a chaser."
Harry raised his eyebrows, amused. "And you think you're actually good enough to make the team? Tsk tsk. I highly doubt you'd even be able to make a single goal," Harry drawled, "But if you insist on embarrassing yourself, then tryouts are tonight at 7:23 sharp. Be there on time, or don't bother showing up." Turning, he headed toward the Great Hall. Calling over his shoulder without even breaking his stride, he added, "Oh, and put that great big hole in your head to use and spread the word about when the tryouts are to the other Gryffindorks, Weasel."
Ginny just stood there, numb. Breaking out of her trance, she did go to tell other people, but her mind was wondering what had gotten into Harry.
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Harry entered the Great Hall. He walked over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the glares he was getting. He sat down, and began to put food on his plate.
About five minutes later, the doors opened, revealing a very well dressed Draco. He looked over and his eyes met Harry's, who smiled. Draco made his way over to Harry, unable to conceal the grin he had. "Hello," he said almost shyly. Harry said 'hello' back the same way, and they ate their dinner stealing glances at each other, ignoring the odd looks they were getting.
Finally, Harry and Draco stood up at 6:30. They had barely exited the doors when Draco pushed Harry against the wall. "I missed you so much," he stated, his eyes twinkling with emotion. Harry just gazed in those silver orbs.
"I missed you too, Dray," he said softly. Draco gazed at him, then slowly closed the few centimeters separating themselves from each other. The kiss was chaste, but emotional, and it soon turned passionate.
Draco pushed himself against Harry, and ended the kiss when he was out of breath, and turned, gazing at him. They were about to kiss again when a small cough interrupted them. They turned to face Snape, with a look of utter disgust on his face. "Please, boys, do not ever make me witness another moment like that again," he snapped bitterly. Draco and Harry glared. Snape left, muttering under his breath, when Harry heard the clocktower chime quarter past 7.
"Fuck!" he cursed. Draco looked at him confused, and Harry explained. "I made quidditch tryouts tonight for the stupid Gryffindorks." Draco looked upset that Harry had to go, but he nodded understandingly. He leaned into Harry, who was still pushed against the wall.
"Meet me in the Orchidia Tower at 9," he whispered in Harry's ear, who shivered. To Harry's disappointment, Draco walked away after a quick kiss on the cheek. Harry sighed angrily, and made his way to the quidditch pitch. Stupid Gryffindorks, he thought bitterly, For their quidditch team getting in the way of me and Draco, they will suffer even MORE than they would've.
----------Quidditch Pitch---------
Harry sighed impatiently, waiting for the tryouties (a/n: is that even a word ?) showed up. Finally, he noticed Gryffindorks making their way down to the pitch, in a cluster as though scared of facing Harry alone. Harry of course, noticed this, and he smirked. Fuck, this is worth it...I'm gonna have fun tonight, he thought. He didn't notice the blonde standing behind the pitch in the shadows, watching with an amused expression on his face.
Clearing his throat in an irritated manner, Harry spoke coldly, "It's about time you people showed up. I see you pitiful excuses of Quidditch players got the message as of when tryouts were. Well, we may as well get started." The group made their way to a pitch when Harry suddenly stopped them. He scanned them over, smirking.
"Well, well. I already know I have some cuts to make," he spoke in an amused manner.
"B-But, sir, we haven't even done anything yet," a young 3rd year spoke. Harry just glared.
"For defying me, you're cut. OUT!" he yelled. The 3rd year blinked, and ran back to the castle without looking back. "Well, now, let's get forward to the cuts – You, you, you, and you...GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SIGHT!" he screamed, pointing at random people. They left angrily, holding whatever comments they had. The blonde in the shadows sniggered quietly.
"Now, the rest of you Gryffindorks, separate into groups. I want those of you trying out for chasers over there, those for beaters over there, and those for keepers-"Harry smirked at the horrified look on Ron's face "over there. Yes Weasel, I am looking for a new keeper this year. Merlin only knows how you ever protected the posts before," he drawled, eyes glinting with amusement. Ron just glared, grumbled, but moved to the designated keeper spot. The blonde just laughed to himself, concealed perfectly by the shadows.
Harry ran the tryouties through many drills, insulting everyone every chance he got. Finally, about an hour later, the group landed on the ground, anxiously awaiting who made it, and who didn't.
"Well, even though you all were more or less horrible, I sadly must choose teammates from you dorks," he said. He shouted the next word, causing people to jump, "CHASERS! Longbottom, Thomas, and Ginny Weasel-"he paused smirking at the happy looks on the faces of the people whose names he just called "get OUT! You three stunk, and I don't even know why you showed up for practice. The new chasers are Jevra, Malone, and Finnigan." Longbottom, Thomas, and Ginny looked shocked, angry, and upset. They then stormed away, tears in Ginny's eyes. Michael Jevra, Jessica Malone, and Seamus Finnigan looked uncertain, not knowing whether or not to be happy or be nervous.
"BEATERS!" Harry shouted, once again making people jump, "Brett and Gavin. You are the new beaters. Hopefully- now I say that filled with doubt- you two will improve. The rest of you that tried out for beaters, you were worst than those two, so OUT!" Harry earned more glares and more tears. Merlin, this is so much fuckin fun, he thought, inwardly smirking. In the background, the blonde was dying from holding in his laughter.
"And last and most certainly least, keeper," the cold green-eyed captain spoke, Ron wide eyed with nerves, "While all of you stunk, one of you stunk the most. Why he even showed up is beyond my knowledge. That person would be," Harry paused for dramatic effect, causing the keeper tryouters to hold their breath, "Weasel." Ron looked shocked and hurt.
"B-But...Harry, I was on the team last year! You can't just kick me off!" the red-haired man with a face to match his hair shouted angrily. Harry just stared coldly, his face not betraying any emotion he felt. He moved up to Ron, stopping just a few inches in front of him.
"Actually, I can and I will. You may have been 'Weasley is our King'," he paused to smirk (in the shadows, the blonde did the same, still dying from holding in laughter), "last year, but not this year. Oh no, not this year," he raised his voice so everyone else could hear now, "The new keeper is Turner!" The 5th year Wilhemina Turner shrieked with excitement, only to become silent when she noticed the glare Ron gave her.
"I can't believe you, Potter," Ron said upset, "We once were best mates-" Harry cut him short.
"Oh, fuck off it Weasel. You were forced to fucking befriend me. Stop the fucking act. You only stayed friends with me cause I was close to that fucking filthy mudblood," Harry said, annoyance lacing his voice as he narrowed his eyes. "Now get off the fucking field before I do something to force you off."
Ron glared, but left anyway, muttering under his breath, stomping each step into the earth. Turning to face the new team, Harry glared. "Practice is every Wednesday at 8:oo PM sharp. Be there, or I will make you wish you were being tortured," he spoke bitterly. The team nodded shakily, and Harry dismissed them. He watched them leave hurriedly, smirking. That was more fun than I thought, he thought. Sighing, he heard the clock tower chime quarter of 9 in the distance. His mood improving, Harry slowly made his way to meet Draco in the Orchidia Tower.
-----------Orchidia Tower---------
He reached it just at 9. Glancing around, he spotted no one. Where's Draco? he thought. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him close to another body. Turning his head, his eyes met silver. "Hello," he said softly. He was greeted with a chaste kiss.
"I saw your try outs," Draco said after the kiss, smiling. Harry snorted.
"Wasn't it interesting?" the green eyed boy asked, smirking. Draco nodded laughing quietly, placing another kiss on Harry's lips. This one, contrasting the first, was passionate as the boys pushed against one another, savoring each other's unique taste.
-----------Voldemort's Manor (a/n: could this be it? will the plan finally be revealed?!?!?!?!?!?! ) -------------
Voldemort laughed a high pitched cold laugh. "Funny you should ask that...funny indeed. I think I might just tell you." Dumbledore felt fear flood through him. He knew Voldemort wouldn't tell him his plan unless he was sure nothing could go wrong... "Well, I can't take the credit for this. Harry came up with it. My, what an intelligent boy he is," Voldemort said hastily, "The plan is this:
Minerva is to be Headmistress for a while. Then, I will take Polyjuice Potion. Now this is why we need you alive - I will become you, and go back to Hogwarts as headmaster," Voldemort smirked evilly at this, as Dumbledore's eyes widened with fear and sorrow, "Then, slowly, Hogwarts, the Ministry, and hell, the whole wizarding world will fall. And no one can stop the Darkside. Golden Boy," Voldemort let out a laugh, "Has finally become sensible and joined me as an equal, and you, the Great Dumbledore is completely powerless. And with me posing as you, Harry and I will remain unstoppable!" Voldemort laughed maniacly here, a high pitched, cold laugh that sent shivers up Albus' spine.
"No," he said softly. This made Voldemort laugh even harder. Salt tears fell down the old wizard's face. This can't be happening...this can't be happening, he kept thinking.
"Oh, but I assure you it is happening," Voldemort said, having used legilimens (spelling?) on the old man. "Darkness always wins, and the light is now too weak to even put up a good fight. And as an added bonus, I get to pretend to be you...People will bow down to me, believing whatever I say."
Dumbledore was horror-struck, much to Voldemort's amusement. He was so pleased to see the old fool break. And he would have to remember to praise Harry for the brilliance and simpleness of the Plan.
Or as Harry had called it, 'Avada Kedavra Light.'
--------End of Chappie!--------
Draco: You didn't write more of what happened in the Orchidia Tower?!?!?!
Harry: (dreamily) That was such a great night...
Draco: Indeed...
Iviana: Oh stop, you two...If you're good, I'll write more about it next chappie (winks).
Miku: (rolls eyes) Merlin save us...
a/n: hope this chappie was good! Thanks to all my reviewers! I'll type the next chappie and post it ASAP....love you all!!!!
question: do you think harry and draco's relationship is moving too quickly? I need to know – this is my first fic, let alone my first romance fic, so I am not sure how fast a relationship would evolve...thanks!