Out of the Closet, Into Your Arms

Confessions of a Stuck-Up Schoolboy

Rating: RR

Author: NicktheEvil

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Chapter Two
Confessions of a Stuck-Up Schoolboy

Draco sneered at the picture of Oliver Wood, which in his opinion, looked very pathetic and laughable. He didn't feel in the slightest, sorry for the fellow- as a matter of fact, he didn't even feel sorry for his former team Captain, Marcus Flint. Matters like these were simply meant for entertainment and nothing more.

Almost everyone in the Great hall seemed to be holding a copy of the Daily Prophet that morning, and the swarm of delivery owls that had flown in to drop off them off were still zooming over the heads of the students, snapping their beaks and hooting loudly so that their pay wouldn't be forgotten. Next to Draco, Pansy was howling with laughter and wiping tears from her eyes, making the photo of Wood glare up at her defiantly and shake his fists while the officials yanked unceremoniously at his loosened robes.

Pansy took a few deep breaths and seemingly calmed down before turning to look at Draco somberly.

Poor Marcus though, don't' you think? For all those broken ribs and bruises, he should have gotten more from Wood.

Draco rolled his eyes and refolded his paper neatly into fourths, setting it down next to his plate of untouched bacon and egg.

Like what? he asked unconcernedly.

Like the seven hundred Galleons! exclaimed Pansy as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Seven hundred doesn't even seem like enough if you ask me. I wouldn't have settled for anything below a thousand.

Blaise gave a derisive snort from his side of the table and shot Draco a knowing look.

We feel your pain Panse. the dark skinned Slytherin drawled. Well at least that fucker's managed to shamelessly disgrace the whole of Britain huh?

At that moment, a loud outburst from across the Hall sent owls flapping and screeching into the air, and a shower of feathers fluttered down into the goblets of juice and plates of food.

This is just.... this has got to bullshit!

Draco let his gaze lazily shift from Blaise's face to a particular one situated at the Gryffindor table, who's green eyes were wide and disbelieving (yes, Draco could see their shocking color clearly from a distance) and his mouth opening and closing like a incapable goldfish.

Oh yes. Golden Boy. No doubt he'll be devastated by the doom of his beloved old captain. Draco smirked contemptuously. Serves him right...

Draco continued watching Potter's every move, noting the angry flush in his cheeks and whitened knuckles which were curled dangerously around the creased paper as if he meant to tear it to shreds. He barely paid any attention to the other two people on either side of him, they were hardly interesting enough to waste his thought on.

Draco's smirk faltered and he paused for a moment, retracing what had just gone on in his wandering mind.

Potter? Interesting? HA.

Why was he even looking at Potter in the first place? And more importantly, why was he observing the color of I'm-everbody's-hero-boy's knuckles? They were a disgusting paste color, the color of puce and elephant skin. He shuddered and tried to shove the image away in haste. He didn't want to have to sicken himself first thing in the morning.

When he turned back to his more intimate surroundings, he caught Blaise still regarding him rather oddly with a contemplative frown on his face. Draco raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him and with a shrug, Blaise resumed to consuming his breakfast at a steady pace.

So Draky-poo, are you looking forward to the party this Friday? Pansy asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Draco said distractedly.

The party. You are going right?

Blaise's fork stopped midway to his mouth and his eyes flickered back to Draco instantly, almost expectantly.

Draco felt the heat rise up in his cheeks but tried his best to act suave and look completely unaffected.

Of course I'm not going. he snapped. Why would I?

Pansy said, twirling a strand of her curly blonde hair around her finger. And why wouldn't you?

Draco glared at her threateningly and narrowed his eyes.

Because there's no point in me going. Obviously. he added a forced emphasis on the last word.

But Drake dear. Pansy simpered. You're so clearly-

If you don't clamp that fucking mouth of yours shut Parkison, I swear to hell I will hex your lips off. he hissed. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to.

Blaise stood up. What do you have first Dray?

Draco, feeling rather pissed off, gave Blaise a don't talk to me now because you'll regret it' look. Does it matter?

I was just wondering...

Then save yourself the effort. he said shortly, and without a backward glance, he stormed out of the Great Hall leaving a pleased looking Pansy and a unsatisfied looking Blaise behind him.

Fuming slightly, he didn't even attempt to quiet the echoes of his loud footsteps in the empty corridor.

Fuck that bitch. He swore viciously while imagining how he'd love to yank that thick and annoying mop of crap from her scalp with his bare hands. Why the hell would someone assume that I was.... that I was... I'm a Malfoy from fuck's sake! Malfoy's aren't... they don't.... He let out a laugh at the very idea and shoved a group of terrified looking first years out of the way as he descended down a flight of stairs. Just because this world's a fucked a place doesn't make me fucked up.

In his fury, he walked passed the door to his classroom and so had to make a sharp u-turn, but the momentum of his stride and the sudden change in direction made him twirl unsteadily on his heel like a ballerina and he bumped smack into something that was right behind him. Hard.

With an embarrassing squeal that he failed to suppress, he grabbed onto the closest sturdy thing to his hands. The only problem was, he expected it to stay upright, and it didn't. Both him and the useless object tipped forward and he felt himself flying downwards face first.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut to brace himself for the solid stone floor but instead of the pain, his face was smothered by something very soft and scruffy.

Not really taking in what had just happened, he lay there for a few seconds, exhaling a sigh of relief before the object underneath him shifted and a low noise that sounded mortifyingly like a pained moan vibrated into his ear.

What the hell? He thought before turning his head very hastily in the direction of the sound. He winced when his nose connected with something that felt oddly like....

When he opened his eyes he was staring into a pair of orbs of the biggest and brightest color of green he'd ever seen. For a moment, he remained immobile, and to say the least, completely bewildered.

Then, it all clicked into his mind and he realized that they were a pair of eyes. Very very very green eyes. Who the heck could have eyes as green as these? They were like the most exquisite jade gems his father used to wear on his rings...

Woah woah woah.... wait a fucking minute-

Do you mind getting off of me? an angry voice snarled. A familiar and loathsome angry voice.

Draco blinked and his vision finally focused on the whole image of what was only inches away from his face.

Green eyes. Insane raven hair. Pitiful gash on a smooth tanned forehead.

Harry Potter. Harry bloody Potter. Harry bloody fucking Potter.

Clumsy asshole!

Potter, what the hell? he nearly screamed, unwrapping his arms from the other's boy's torso and trying to pull himself away at the same time.

Potter was frantically attempting to push Draco off of him too, and as a result, their legs became a confused tangle of robes and it rendered them incapable of standing up.

Fucking stop moving, will you? Draco hissed, feeling as if he wanted to punch Potter for his pure stupidity.

Why don't you? Potter spat back. Draco could see the muscles in Potter's neck tense with rage. What do you think you're doing crashing into people?

Draco stopped struggling for a second and shot Potter the iciest glare he could muster.

What was I doing? Excuse me? If you hadn't been fucking standing in my way, I wouldn't have bumped into you!

In the next blink of an eye, Draco felt a sudden frigidness seep into his skin and realized that Potter had finally managed to put the desperately needed distance between them. Potter was panting slightly and his cheeks were tinged red under his distasteful wire rimmed glasses. Both their school robes were considerably wrinkled and undone- something Draco could not stand in the least.

He immediately leaped gracefully to his feet and began straightening and dusting off the silky black material with pursed lips. How he would love to hex Potter with something utterly painful.

Too bad you just lost fifty points, Potter. he said cooly, regaining his composure.

Potter roared. Fifty for you bumping into me?

I could dock more, so consider it an early Christmas present and be grateful.



Draco tittered. Language Pothead. Of course, I don't blame you-I suppose you must be feeling emotional about good-for-nothing Wood?

The veins in Potter's fists were visibly throbbing and for a mere second, Draco had the impression that Potter was going to attack him then and there. But the loss of points seemed to be holding him back.

Well maybe you should head off to class Ferret. was Potter's lame reply. Draco snorted. Being Head Boy had it's advantages.

Interesting, because that's what I was trying to do before you came along. he picked up his leather bookbag and with a flourished twirl of his robes, stepped through the doorway of the Potion's classroom.

Uh- Malfoy? came Potter's sarcastic voice from behind him.

Draco halted and turned his head.

Wrong classroom perhaps?

Draco frowned and cocked his head to the side, as if looking at someone who had major disabilities.

Unlike you, I'm not insufferably thick headed and blind. he continued walking forward until he approached his usual desk in the back of the room. He could still feel Potter's gaze but he chose to ignore it.

One by one, the other students began dwindling in, all with identical looks of apprehension on their faces.

MacMillan, Boot, Bones, Corner. All half-witted and worthless muggle loving freaks. And then there was Potter. The worst of them all.

During the next five minutes, no one else entered the room and all was quiet. It was hard to believe that only six people would be occupying the lesson throughout the whole year. Draco tried to brush away the feeling of self-consciousness of being the only Slytherin amongst the small group by telling himself that it hadn't been his idea in the first place. It had been Dumbledore's and Severus' proposition. The conniving jackasses. Whoever said that he wanted to become a fucking Auror? Just because he'd been serving spyhood to the light side before the War, definitely didn't mean that he wanted to continue doing so for the rest of his life after graduation.

At that moment, the sharp claps of the Professor's shoes caught everyone's attention and Draco looked up reluctantly. Severus's beetle black eyes met his own and he thought he saw a gleam of reassurance in their shadows.

Severus? Reassuring? Draco sent a smirk in his direction and Snape smirked back. He then pulled his wand out of his robes and strode slowly up the aisle.

he said finally, spitting out the word nastily. You think you can become the next greatest Auror do you? Hm?

No one moved.

And what makes you think that any one of you have the knowledge and power to become one? You, MacMillan. What is your weapon?

Draco watched gleefully as MacMillan sat up straight and cleared his throat.

M-my weapon sir?

Yes, your weapon. Snape said mockingly.

Er- I... I've got top marks in all my classes... MacMillan said, puffing out his chest.

Snape' mouth curled even more and he snorted.

Top marks? You think top marks will get you the job? Books are nothing when you're in an emergency situation. You've got to be cut out for this job since the day you were born. What about you Boot?

Terry Boot bit his lip and frowned. Well, I don't quite know sir.

Don't quite know? How convenient. How far do you think that will get you in your path to becoming an Auror?

Terry froze in his seat and looked very helpless. Fucker.

You all are a disgrace to the wizarding world and I wouldn't be surprised if you failed your N.E.W.T. s this year. In fact, I doubt you will pass this class. Snape added. Open your books to page one hundred and fifteen. Read the entire page twice before I give you the next instruction. Now start!

There was a scurrying scuffle of books being pulled out of bags and pages being flipped and then the room was silent once more.

Draco yawned before following suit and thumbed boredly through the thick potions book that he'd already finished reading years before. What was there in this class that he could possibly learn that he didn't know already? Nothing.

When he came to page one hundred and fifteen, a spark of interest made him grin inwardly, for it was so incredibly Snape-ish to assign such a potion. The name of the potion was absent from the page, yet with one look at the complex list of ingredients, he knew what it was. Perhaps this class would be more fun then he thought.
Harry forced himself to take in the tiny words on the page and realized that he was reading the ingredients and procedure to making an immensely complicated potion. He groaned inwardly and tried to figure out what type of potion it was.

Fifteen minutes later, he was able to decipher the ingredients and recognized the complex potion as that of Veritaserum'.

Veritaserum? He thought, shocked. But that's- that's supposed to be illegal to brew without special authority!

Have you all finished or do your slow brains need more time? Snape hissed, interrupting the still room.

Everyone set down their books and returned their attention to the front of the room.

For those of you that read correctly, which I doubt any of you did, who can tell me what potion this is?

Harry contemplated raising his hand as no one else seemed to know, and he ended up raising it a fraction of an inch in the air.

Yes Mr. Malfoy?

Harry had his mouth opened in preparation to answer but clamped his mouth shut when he heard the wrong name being addressed.

It's Veritaserum sir. The strongest liquified formula of truth potion.

Excellent, take twenty points. As for all of you that did not answer this question, minus twenty.

What? I had hand raised you- Harry's insides boiled in anger. Okay calm down, you don't want to look desperate in front of Malfoy. You wanna look cool and undisturbed. He frowned. Since when do I care a damn about how I act in his presence?

 Ernie raised his hand politely.

What now, Macmillan?

I thought that Veritaserum was an illegal potion to concoct?

You're not as intelligent as you insolently brag are you? Of course it's illegal, without permission by the Ministry.

So we have permission then? Terry spoke up uncertainly.

What do you think?

Er- yes?

Another loss of twenty points. You should do more research about the Ministry before even thinking of becoming an Auror, Boot. If you have the impression that the Ministry will be handing out permission forms to all who ask for them, and to all those that simply reason their explanations for the use of the potion as for learning, then I believe you should go back to first year and restudy everything. Snape snarled.

But then- started Susan. We won't be brewing it?

It seemed that Snape's nerves were very close to snapping and he closed his eyes in pure irritation. Instead of replying, he flicked his wand viciously at the clean blackboard and white lines began scratching into it's surface as if an invisible hand was guiding it.

Follow these directions and absolutely no mistakes. Is that clear? For if the potion looks even in the slightest, different from what it should be, you will drink it as a punishment.

Harry carefully scanned the long script, squinting because he was so far away from the blackboard.

Step One.- what the hell is that word? Oh. Pair. Okay.... so that would be... Pair up with someone... in the room-'

He quickly turned his head back and felt extremely disappointed when he saw that Ernie was already conversing with Susan about who should do what task. So that would leave... Terry and Michael- but obviously they're partnering up for this...

Potter! What do you think you're doing just sitting there? Do I need to personally levitate you to move or are you simply deciding to rebel against my directions? Suddenly, Snape's long face was inches away from his and his fowl breath was breathing onto Harry's nose as if Snape would like nothing more than to use the situation as a reason to kick Harry out of the class.

No sir. Harry said, leaning as far back as he could in his chair to escape the stench of old grease.

Then move.

I don't have anyone to pair up with. Harry explained lamely.

So you are saying that Mr. Malfoy is not good enough to work with the Great Harry Potter?

Harry's mouth fell open in protest.

But I thought he- he glanced in Malfoy's direction. Malfoy had his back to him and was sitting with his legs crossed and even though Harry could not see his face, he was sure that there was a huge smirk on his pale lips at the sound of Snape growling at Harry. He loathed Snape for always making him seem like a complete fool in front everyone.

Well then, what are you waiting for?

Harry got up uneasily from his seat and inched over across the room to where Malfoy's desk was. He could feel Snape's eyes boring into his back and he tried to ignore the uncomfortableness. He wondered if he should insult Malfoy as a way to get his attention as the blonde seemed oblivious to Harry's arrival, or maybe he was simply not acknowledging Harry on purpose.

Harry cleared his throat impatiently and didn't bother to keep the noise down as he drew up a chair for himself and sat down, dumping his thick potions book atop the table Malfoy was occupying.

But still, Malfoy did not look at Harry. Currently, he was reading the next instruction on the blackboard and so Harry did the same.

Step Two. Gather needed ingredients.

Harry reread the long list of ingredients in the book, inwardly taken aback at the rare and some forbidden articles that they would be using. Half of them from their own stash of potion ingredients and the other half, they would have to get from Snape's student cupboard. He was about to propose that they should split the task of retrieving the large amount of lizard tails, fairylight mites, and whatnot but he hardly got the statement out of his mouth when Malfoy wordlessly stood up and walked smoothly over to the door of the closet sized cupboard.

Does the bastard expect me to go after him? Harry wondered disbelievingly. He snorted and settled into a more comfortable position on the chair.

The clock ticked slowly. A minute. Two minutes passed and still, Malfoy did not emerge from the cupboard. He kept shooting furtive glances over his shoulder, expecting to see Malfoy but only seeing the empty doorway of the cupboard.

He's probably doing this on purpose. Harry stood up irritably and decided that it'd be better to just get the ingredients for himself than sit there and get points docked off for being idle'.

When he stuck his head into the cupboard, he noticed that it was pitch dark inside and he couldn't see a single thing. If Malfoy was trying to gather the needed ingredients in this, than there was no question that it would take him such a long time.

Er- Malfoy? he asked, trying to hold back the mockery in his own voice. Who would be dumb enough not to think of light? This might help-

a ball of light erupted from the tip of his extended wand and he blinked rapidly, eyes watering from the sudden brightness.

But the light that invaded the small closet only brought emptiness to his vision. There were shelves and shelves of bottles and bins but Malfoy's head was no where to be seen.



He took a careful step forward and turned his head slowly, thinking that maybe Malfoy was hiding in the corners, waiting to jump out and scare the living daylights out of him.

What he was definitely not expecting to see when he lowered his wand a few inches was exactly what he was seeing a moment later.

Malfoy. Sprawled out on his back on the floor.
NicktheEvil
Chapter two finished. Writing this and knowing what's going to happen is wickedly tempting. Hope you liked this chapter- I know it's a tad bit confusing but hey, what's a story without the mystery right? Right.
So review and tell me what you think.

X Nick