Title: Wind Beneath My Wings
Rated: R
Author: Green Eyed Serpent
Disclaimer: See chapter ONE
Chapter Four
Flee, Draco! Flee!
Of course Blaise Zabini wasn't stupid enough to overlook the fact that something was terribly amiss about his Slytherin companion. After all, even though Draco had a habit of being the in-your-face-cuz-I'm-so-much-better-than-you type of snob, setting people's hair alight wandlessly and then slathering their face with pumpkin juice was definitely not something he would do too often, and especially to a comrade.
It wasn't as if Blaise had said anything whoppingly insulting. He'd made harmless jokes about Draco's sex life before, but the worst the blonde had ever done was smirk and throw his aristocratic nose into the air as if any ill comment made of him was completely below him.
Completely below him my arse. Blaise snorted contemptuously as he glared at Draco across the table who was picking at his pudding with an agitated frown on his face. It wasn't like Draco to immerse himself so deeply into his troubles (which Blaise was surprised that Draco even had any), and a part of him wanted to know badly what was bothering the other boy. He seemed more than a bit highstrung... the incessantly annoying tapping of Draco's fork proved that more than anything.
Blaise decided silently that he would save the confrontation until later; not only did he want to dig the secret out of Draco, but he also had to have his own payback for being publicly humiliated in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes.
Pansy was gazing wistfully at Draco the whole time, her eyes expressing hope that Draco would perhaps look up and at least smirk at her or show some sign of acknowledgment. But it was clear that she was simply wasting her time because Draco's attitude remained neutral and oblivious to everything else around him. It was odd to say the least. Since when was Draco the type to fall into deep thought'? Since never.
Poor Panse. Blaise thought with a shake of his head. If only she'd accept the fact that Draco wasn't and would never be interested in her.
Why? Well... A smirk crossed Blaise's lips. If all the fawning girls figured out why, then he supposed they'd all start bawling out their eyes in devastation. In fact, it was surprising that they didn't know yet. It wasn't as if Draco was so incredibly discreet about it. Anyone who looked at Draco Malfoy (and who of course, had functioning eyes) would see that everything about him was just... that.
Or perhaps the girls that were unaware of the fact, thought of Draco's behavior as something that had to do with his bringing up in the Malfoy Manor. But no. Hell no, it had nothing to do with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. At least one would hope not.
When the feast finally ended, there was great raucous as the entire Hall got up unanimously to head back to their Houses. The Prefects were clapping their hands and shouting above the noise to get the first year's attention. Pansy was calling out to the Slytherin newcomers too, but she kept glancing over her shoulder at Draco as if she would rather accompany him to the dungeons than lead on a pack of whiny juveniles who would surely bombard her with silly questions all the way to the common room.
Blaise remained sitting while people pushed around him to get out of the Great Hall. This was only because Draco was still seated as well, and Blaise could only assume that for another very very suspicious reason, Draco had not realized that dinner was now over. The oddities seemed to stack upon themselves one by one.
He coughed loudly to bring his attention forth but Draco's body just slumped into the wooden table in front of him. A sigh escaped the blonde's lips and he closed his eyes.
Blaise hissed, crossing his arms.
I'm so fucked up. Draco mumbled.
Yeah, you are.
Draco's eyes suddenly snapped open and he swiftly turned his head to look at Blaise.
Why are you staring at me? he demanded angrily. Cut that out.
Blaise gestured sarcastically around the now empty Hall. Well, I'm-Off-In-Dreamland Draco, if you'd take a look around you, maybe you'll find that we're the only ones left here in here.
Draco did look around, and he showed surprise on his face for only a barely noticeable second. You didn't have to wait for me Blaise. he said dryly. Blaise pursed his lips. The nerve of him! I'm pretty sure I can find the dungeons myself.
Oh I'm sure you could find the Dungeons Draco, but I'm also sure that we need to have a little conversation about what happened during the feast.
Draco got up from the table and strode over to where Blaise was standing. He leaned forward with narrowed eyes. I'd watch it if I were you. I could easily fire you up again if I felt like it, and I'm very close to feeling more than a bit pissed off.
Blaise raised his eyebrows. Oh really. So care to talk about it?
Draco snorted and looked at Blaise as if he was being laughable. And I suppose you've become my agony aunt now?
No, but you can tell me what's gotten into you and why all the sudden you're able to stare things into flames.
Oh please, you being concerned is so unbecoming.
Blaise clenched his fists. For your information, I'm not concerned for you, I'm concerned for my own safety. I might remind you that I do sleep in the same dormitory as you.
Don't worry, there's nothing to be anxious about. I won't try to hurt you if you just leave me the fuck alone. Draco emphasized the last five words in a spitting sharpness.
Draco tried to sweep past Blaise but Blaise grabbed Draco's arm firmly.
Uh-uh. If you think you can do what you did to me in front of the whole damn school and then just walk away, you're underestimating me Drake.
Draco smirked again. Since when have you become Mister Confident?
Blaise smirked back. Since I got position as Captain. I could boot you off the team effortlessly.
You wouldn't.
Yes, I would.
There was an acrimonious silence before Draco's smirk curved into a slight smile. What's gotten into you Zabini? he asked. You're acting exceptionally shirty with me today.
Me? Shirty with you? Blaise frowned. I think it's the other way around. You're acting like my fucking grandmother when she's in heat.
This comment would have insulted anyone if pointed at them, but with Draco, insulted didn't seem to be the right word. He was more along the lines of insanely furious. The smile was immediately wiped off his fair face and the burning eyes along with the pink tinge in cheeks returned at a speed that startled even Blaise. He flinched as Draco grabbed the front of his robes with his fragile looking hands and shoved his face unnervingly close to Blaise's so that the tips of their noses were pressed against one another's.
Take that back! the blonde practically screeched. It's got NOTHING to do with how I feel for him!
Blaise blinked and he stared. What did you say?
Draco's eyes widened as if reciprocating the shock and he let go of Blaise's robes quite quickly. I didn't say anything.
Did I just hear you correctly?
No you didn't.
Did you just say you had feelings for someone?
No I didn't!
Blaise, enjoying the rare power over Draco he had now, decided to have a little fun. You? Draco Malfoy? A Slytherin? FEELINGS???
Zabini- Shut. The fuck. UP. Or I swear I'll fucking kill you.
Blaise waved his hand hurriedly. No, no, no. Let's go back a step shall we? You just said-
Blaise spluttered and coughed as an uncomfortable dryness swept through his throat. FUCK YOU DRACO', he mouthed soundlessly.
He tried to undo the spell but as he couldn't speak, the incantation was utterly useless to his wand.
And the next thing he knew, Draco had fled out of the Great Hall.
Draco was in a fit of panic and rage as he made his way as far from Blaise as he possibly could.
What the fuck was wrong with him? For the love of Salazar! Why? WHY could he not control himself and his fucking mouth? How could someone like Blaise make his temper run amok? It was simply preposterous!
Knowing that no one else was around and not caring even if there was, he suddenly felt the need to scream very loudly.
He let out a loud bellow of FUCK ME!! AAAARRRGHHHH!!!!' and kicked the stone wall to his right, as hard as he could. This elicited another blare of pain and he collapsed to his knees to cradle his injured foot.
And then, it wasn't just his foot that was hurting. His mouth was starting to hurt and then there was a sensation in his shoulder blades as if someone was stabbing him with a knife.
He let out a sobbing whimper and fingered his unbearably sore mouth in confusion.
When his fingers made contact with his mouth, he literally froze. He felt something that was not supposed to be there. It couldn't be.... he flicked his tongue out.... there was no question about it....
FUCKING SHIT! My teeth! My fucking TEETH!!!!!??????
Then, to add to the disaster, he heard a soft rustle right next to his ear.... like the sound of the silk sheets being pushed back in the morning.
This was not good.
Swiveling his head slowly on the spot he caught a glimpse of something black. Something ruffly. Something that looked dangerously like...
OH. MY. GOD.
This CANNOT be- You can't be SERIOUS-
And just when he thought that it couldn't possibly get worse....
Malfoy! There you are! ...What are you doing?
Icicles. Yes. Icicles were literally forming on his body. That was how frigid he became.
Letting out a gasp, he clamped his hand over his mouth and slammed his back violently into the wall, not even noticing that the jagged stones were digging into his back, hard enough to draw blood.
Mudblood Granger was standing in the middle of the dim hallway, her hands on her hips and her face contorted into a very stern look. Draco hastily reached over to his back and stuffed the black ruffly softness, to where he hoped was out of view.
he muffled out.
Granger's frown deepened and she furrowed her brows. Draco was almost frightened. Almost.
Don't Granger me, Malfoy. Have you forgotten? Or are you just shirking your duties??
When Granger didn't get a reply from Draco, she went on ranting. Draco wished that she'd just get overexcited and pass out so that he could release his hands long enough to obliviate her.
HEAD DUTIES? she reminded in a very annoying high pitched voice. Eight o'clock watch rounds?? Didn't you read the list of Head Student duties Dumbledore sent us???
Hermione had opened her mouth to continue accusing Draco but she halted and turned around at the sound of someone shouting her name. The voice sent shivers up and down Draco's spine.
Harry? HARRY? HARRY?
Draco thought he might start hyperventilating.
This was not the time that he needed to see Potter. Definitely not.
One, he had fangs. Two, he had bloody WINGS sprouting from his back. And most important of all, he probably looked like a complete idiot and how COULD he let Potter see him like this??
But what happened next rather surprised him. When his gaze finally landed on Potter who came walking up behind Granger, he calmed slightly, finally enabling oxygen to circulate into his lungs. And along with that calmness, there was another rustling noise and a tickling feeling in his mouth. The sharp teeth began to shrink back to their normal size, and the lumps behind his back faded away gently.
Thank fucking god...
Er... what's wrong with him? Draco heard Potter ask Granger not-so-quietly. You didn't punch his teeth out or anything this time did you?
Draco growled indignantly at this and dared to lower his hands as if to prove that everything was perfectly in place and still alive.
That was years ago Harry. Granger laughed, rolling her eyes. And plus, I wouldn't do something like that to put my Head Girl position in jeopardy. she then focused her attention back on Draco, and grimly at that. As I was saying, eight o'clock rounds. You were supposed to meet me by the grand staircase.
Of course I didn't forget. Draco snorted. Where do you think I was headed for? The Hufflepuff common room? I think not.
Granger eyed him dubiously but sighed and lifted her hand that held her wand.
Draco instinctively retrieved his own wand and pointed it back at Granger's face. It all happened in a flash.
Watch where you point that filthed-up piece of wood Granger. he hissed menacingly. You don't want to mess with me.
Oh honestly! Stop being so ridiculous! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were taking a leaf out of Ron's book for goodness' sake! She lowered her wand and inclined her eyebrows. You really think I would hex you in the middle of the corridor where a teacher could turn the corner at any given moment and catch me in the act? I was merely pointing in that direction.
Touché. Thought Draco.
Out of the corner of his eye, he was aware that if Granger's nauseating voice hadn't been dripping with sarcasm, then Potter would have probably jumped forward and sent one of the Unforgivables at Draco for threatening his friend. Realizing this, he followed suit and lowered his arm so that his wand was no longer visible beneath his sleeve.
So now what? he asked, slouching on one foot and examining his perfected nails. Why were we supposed to meet in the first place?
Granger started, crossing her arms again. We were supposed to meet so that we could decide on where and how to divide the school for our rounds. And.........
Draco nodded absently while sneaking glances at Potter who was waiting patiently behind Granger while she droned on and on and on...
So is it agreed on?
Sure. Whatever. it rolled off Draco's tongue even without knowing what he was agreeing on. Who cared? Potter cared. No- what??
Draco shook his head.
Good. Now it's a strict rule that we have to do a full forty minutes. Even if we complete our portion of the school early, we still have to walk around until the forty minutes is up. So no sneaking back to your own dormitory before then.
Like I would do that.
I wouldn't be so sure.
I was selected as Head Boy, Granger. I think the eccentric Headmaster trusts me more than you.
Granger glared and then leaned over sideways and whispered something in Potter's ear. Potter's lip twitched as if he was holding back a smile and then both straightened up again.
Draco pursed his lips and couldn't help but feel more than a little jealous and angry at the same time. He was sure that the Mudblood had just said something about him. But being the pride of himself that he was, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes the usual cool color, as if he hadn't a care in the world.
So we should get going then. she finished.
Of course. Anything to avoid further closeness in proximity with you. he smiled a sugary smile and whirled on his heel with a flourish.
Fortunately, it seemed as if he was going in the correct direction since Granger didn't stop him or ask where he was going. The truth was, he didn't know. He had no idea which portion of the castle was his and which was Granger's.
Smirking to himself as if he was truly being brilliant, he decided that he would just stay stationary in one place where no one would find him and then wait out the forty minutes. There could be no harm in that. So off he went down the corridor, adjusting his shining Head Boy badge threateningly whenever he passed a student to show them what he was capable of. It rather felt good.
He'd strolled down a suitable number of halls and climbed a few staircases with this attitude until he remembered that he could accidentally run into Granger at any time, and not that he was worried that she would turn him in or hex him, but he wasn't too keen on making a jackass of himself.
Knowing that he was on the fourth floor, he looked around for someplace that would be at least decent enough for him to spend the half hour that was left.
If he turned right, he would end up in the Library.
Definitely not.
But if he went in the other direction... there were a few classrooms lining the corridor and then some sort of narrow gap in the middle of the wall that could only be an unused hallway.
He'd actually never been in there before, as he came to think of it now.
Making sure that no one was watching at him, he snuck through the opening and into an almost lightless corridor that was wide enough for one person, maybe one and a half to walk through normally, but certainly not two. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that he'd gone into one of the smaller passages in the Dungeons. It's gloominess would have surely passed for that.
As he walked on cautious step by cautious step, his curiosity was slowly beginning to ebb away. There was absolutely nothing there to see. It was a passage and just that.
What a waste of time. he muttered crossly, thinking about heading back. But just as he was about to do so, he saw the outline of a person up ahead. He sucked in his breath, waiting for something to happen. For that person to come up to him and reprimand him.
It never happened.
He squinted his eyes and took a step closer.
It did look oddly angular and overly burly now that he paid closer attention.
Drawing himself up boldly, he strode over to it and snorted when he saw that it was indeed harmless.
Feeling a bit affronted, he kicked the suit of armor and made an about turn to redirect himself but halted when something different caught his eye.
It was a door. A simple wooden door.
The first door he'd come across in the passage. Naturally, it tugged at his attention and he reached out for the brass knob without hesitation.
The door creaked open and a siege of dust blew at his face, much to his utter disgust. He held the door in place for a moment, contemplating if he wanted to risk his life for something so vulgar or if should just hightail it out of there and race to the nearest wash basin to clean his face.
The latter seemed incredibly appealing, yet now that he was here standing in the doorway of this mysterious room...
It was a very dark room, the lighting no different than the hallway outside, and as he lifted his wand to furnish a lumos, he let go of the door.
At this, two things startled him.
One, in likeness with the episode back at the Manor a week ago, a ball of light evolved from the tip of his wand even before he'd opened his mouth.
And two, for a brief second, the door remained open, and wobbled before finally closing with a soft click.
He ran his wandlight along the door seam with suspicious eyes.
Nothing.
He returned his attention back to the room and frowned.
Before him was a small stretch of wood flooring with numerous desks and upturned chairs stacked at the other side of the room. A few cupboards lined the further wall behind the desks and a portable chalk board was sitting by the curtained window. All were covered in dust and cobwebs, and had obviously been neglected for many years.
He doubted that the room held any significance except for the fact that it appeared to be an unused classroom, but perhaps... there were some odd artifacts that he would find interesting. After all, he'd heard of rumors that Potter went on regular escapades around the school, discovering rare and valuable things that would normally be impossible to come across nowadays.
Father would certainly be pleased...
But then again, his skin was almost itching from the sickening air, heavy with all the dust and the cobwebs; he hated cobwebs. Just about as much as he hated thunder storms. Not to mention the not-so-remote fact that he detested indecorously murky places like these.
Grimacing and wondering why on earth he was still standing there, he stepped backwards carefully as to avoid another rouse of dust. The hem of his robes were probably already despoiled by now.
Then suddenly, he heard a scuttling noise, like something scraping against the wood floor. He froze and listened for the sound again, and it continued. It was so soft that he could barely make it out.
But there was no mistaking that it was coming closer. Yes, the eerie scratching noise was getting closer.
He strained his ear and waited for another second until a faint series of squeaks came from somewhere by his feet.
Swallowing, Draco lowered his gaze to the floor and felt the blood rush from his face. For there, right next to his shoe, a mere five inches away, was a mouse. A nasty four-legged rodent which was sniffing it's way around and slowly getting nearer.
With a terrified scream, he flew backwards and knocked smack into the wall behind him. Except that it wasn't a wall. Walls didn't give way so easily.
He toppled over at the lack of support and grabbed tightly onto whatever he'd bumped into as he crashed to the floor in a rush.
He almost forgot about all the thick dust on the floor as he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for his forehead to smash into the ground.
But it didn't.
He opened his eyes and stared in complete confusion. And honest-to-god confusion it was, for it looked as if he was floating half a foot off the ground.
The even more peculiar thing was though, that it didn't feel in the slightest bit as if he was floating. No... all his limbs were definitely touching something solid.
Shifting so that his arm was no longer squished beneath his own chest, he tentatively poked the air beneath him and his eyes widened when his nail dug into something soft and and a loud Ouch!' hissed out.
And then he understood.
His heart began to hammer painfully against his ribcage and he simply stopped breathing. Willing his fingers not to quiver, he reached out slowly and felt a smooth, watery substance slip beneath his touch.
Tensing his muscles, he yanked it away fiercely and found himself face to face with who else, but Potter.
They stared at each other for the next few breaths subsequent to the first clash of silver and green. Draco was more than aware of how close they were, closer than he'd ever gotten to Potter, close enough to feel the Gryffindor's warm breath on his cheek.
Potter's eyes were unblinking and flashing with alarm and Draco was sure that his own eyes were responding the same way, if not even more frightened looking.
After a moment, a weak and lopsided smile spread across Potter's lips, as if he wanted to laugh away the awkward situation.
Uh- hi? he said, his voice cracking.
Draco continued to stare numbly at Potter, his mind whirling insanely.
Hi? Here Draco was, minding his own goddamn business when he discovers the fucking problem of his dreams spying on him, and the first thing he says is, HI???
Hi' like, Hi! My name is Harry fucking golden Potter and I'm just invading your privacy but don't mind me because you know you want me anyway-' type of hi.
His breath was beginning to hitch in the back of his throat and he responded with an embarrassing gurgling noise.
Potter looked as if he didn't know whether he should find all this funny or bolt out the door within the next couple of seconds.
Oh god. Draco raked his eyes over Potter's ruffled appearance. The wild hair, the flushed cheeks, the maybe-sort-of-abashed expression, and the swirling green irises. Potter looked deliciously like someone who'd just been snogged properly. And what could be more perfect? Lying atop him in a rather suggestive tangle of legs was someone who wanted nothing more than to snog him senseless.
Somewhere between his legs, he was already feeling quite hot and bothered.
No! No! NO! He cried out inwardly, tearing his gaze away from Potter's glistening lips. It took all the strength and effort that he had to then push himself off of Potter before things got out of control.
he managed to gasp. What the fuck are you doing here? Dumb question.
You followed me!
Yes you fucking did!
Look Malfoy- Harry spat.
Why the bloody hell did you follow me?
Potter snorted. Why? Because we suspected that you wouldn't go by the rules and so I followed you to see if you would try to slink your way out of your Head Boy duties. And we were right weren't' we?
I have no idea what you're talking about. Draco retorted, crossing his arms.
I wouldn't exactly call this watch duty. said Potter mockingly, nodding his head at the classroom. What did you come here to do anyway?
Draco scowled. It's none of your fucking business where I go and what I do.
It is if you're breaking the school rules!
Oh because you're a four-eyed, pitiable goody two shoes that knows how to break rules better than I do?
Oh come off it Malfoy- no sort of excuse is going to buy your way out of this one. Once Dumbledore hears about this, he'll take away your badge and give it someone who actually deserves it.
And I suppose you think you're the one who deserves this badge? Draco smirked, lifting the gold plate between his fingers. I don't think so.
But there is no way that you got that badge fair and square! You've done nothing in the past six years at school to deserve it! All you do everyday is strut around throwing insults at people! You probably bribed that badge off of someone with your filthy money!
Draco closed his eyes and prodded his temples. Please stop screeching like a girl. I'm getting a headache.
I wouldn't be talking! Harry shot back. You're the one that bloody screamed at the sight of a mouse. A MOUSE, Malfoy.
Oh dear god. Potter's insistent arguing was both annoying and arousing Draco. And that wasn't good at all. If he didn't get Potter to shut up soon, he didn't know what he might do.
Just because I don't have a badge doesn't mean I can't take you to Dumbledore right now! Of all the-
Draco hadn't meant to shout that, but he was getting pretty desperate.
Potter, who was about to pull himself onto his feet, stopped and glared at Draco.
Draco fished around for the right words. Just.... just shut up about the whole thing okay? If you don't got tattling, then I won't force-feed you poison. Clear?
Potter's eyebrows furrowed angrily. And WHY would you force-feed me poison?
Because, NO one goes around spying on me and lives to tell the tale.
What is there to tell? All you were doing is rummaging around a deserted classroom.
Losing his patience, Draco growled and pressed his face closer to Potter's and hissed; Stop fooling around Pothead. I'm sure you know that I am a very able potion brewer and an instant killing poison would certainly be easy for me to make.
Potter's eyes flickered and he began to slowly inch backwards on his backside, looking as if he was deciding which comeback to retort with. Draco, not wanting Potter to take his threat lightly, kept the short distance between them by following Potter and keeping their noses so close that they were almost touching.
When Potter had backed up as far as he could, he stared at Draco as if the blonde had gone daffy in the head.
When Draco didn't move, Potter swallowed and muttered; Uh- I think I got the point, Malfoy.
But Draco didn't hear him. Yes, he'd done it again. He'd let himself go too far and he found himself unable to distance himself from Potter. His stomach was all aflutter and his heart was beating so fast that he could feel invisible sweat sticking his clothes to his body. Draco was now on his hands and knees between Potter's legs which were bent on either side of him awkwardly and the tips of their noses barely touching. Shivers went up and down Draco's spine and he curled his fingers tightly.
Draco hushed, putting a finger gently on Potter's parted lips. He leaned his forehead against the other boy's and let his eyelids droop slightly.
His hand reached out without consent and felt the warm silky flesh of the face before him. He's so fucking hot....
Potter's eyes were wide illegible and Draco wanted to curse him for being so unreadable at a time like this.
He let his hand trail downward to Potter's lips and traced the soft outlines with trembling fingers... he was so hungry.... so so very hungry...
If he leaned in just a tiny bit more, he could taste those lips with his own... if he just closed his eyes and let himself explore the one moment in his life that he'd always dreamed of.... His eyes fluttered but then, they flew back open.
NO. What the hell did he think he was doing? Was he about to throw everything he had now down the drain for something like.... like this???
Sucking his lips into his mouth, he sprang up, accidentally smacking Harry's face with his hand and then lunged at the door as if his life depended on it. Well, really, it did. That was why he was going to flee from Potter and never lay eyes on him again. And flee he did.
Oh crud.
TBC....
A/N
Hey, thanks for returning to read this chapter for all those that put me on their author alert list and hi' to all those that are checking this story out for the first time:)
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Brenna8
Ohhh, about now? -laughs cruelly-
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You really rock. Seriously. Loved your review and can't wait for you check out this new chapter.
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Thanks so much Neila, it's really encouraging to hear stuff like that. Really gets my mind into writing mode. So thanks again:)
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Loved the chocolate. It was great!
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Aaaaaaalmost. Almost! Damn. So close but no. heh heh.
Thanks for the review yana, and we'll see about the mate thing. Yes, we will.
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Thank you! And thank you! That's great to hear.
Now we've gotten into the more oh-my-heart's-going-a-mile-a-minute-cuz-I'm-so-damn-nervous part of the story. Dun dun dun.
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Thanks for reviewing! And glad you liked that scene. It's fun writing about two Slytherins at each other's necks. heh. Hope you liked the new chapter too:)
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I hope whoever's eyes you stole has a spare pair.
Here's the fourth chap cuz I'm updating just for you;)
Yeah, that was really cheesy, I know. -cheesy grins galore-
Alora
I'll catch you up on the potion in a later chapter, cuz that's coming up too. Thanks for reviewing Alora and hope you like the new chapter.
swtdreams07
Mmm. You see, darn. Maybe I didn't write it clear enough. I'll go back and insert an A/N' or something there.
But Draco was indeed on the train, he just has this personal carriage or whatever that takes him from the station to the school. You see, he's too above-and-beyond-everyone-else' to ride in the normal school buggies. Hope that cleared it up and that you liked the new chapter:)
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Hey Lara
Glad you liked the Great Hall scene. It was fun to write cuz-
-is interrupted and blinks rapidly as something slinky lands on his head, obscuring his vision slightly. Gropes around on his head and retrieves something that looks suspiciously like....-
A SILVER THONG?????
WOAH and WAIT!
With Draco Rulez! splashed across it.
Uhhhhhh.
-blinks again and raises eyebrows as Lara -laughs her little ass off-, then -wipes a tear-, then -grins like a beauty (not an idiot)- who then hugs Kevin so tightly he can't breath.
Will you look at that, we've got a story with just that:)
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I know I know. The slash right? WHERE'S THE GOD &$ SLASH, right?
Right. This is a slight development, hopefully. I'm just not the type to jump into a weird unprobable relationship between Draco and Harry. Maybe I'm weird, but I proMISE the hot SLASH will be comin' around the mountain, here it comes! Yeehaw.
Thanks for reviewing!
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No no! You put it just fine:)
And I know how it's like to read something new, so I decided to write something new. I'm glad you liked it though.
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