Greater Inheritance
Chapter 6 – Potions With The Gryffindors
The two Slytherin's were the first to arrive in Professor Snape's potions labs, and Draco led the way to his usual seat as Harry took the seat next to him on the end. In the next five minutes, the rest of the class filed in, students from all four houses so there would be a sufficient numbers in the class. Harry watched as the seventh years took whatever seats were available, preferably close to the door. Somewhere along the line, Ron and Hermione had arrived and managed to secure they're usual seats, not without glaring at Harry all the way.
Soon enough, Professor Snape arrived in his usual fashion of robes billowing behind him, as the door slammed behind him. Stalking to the head of the room, he turned to survey the students seated as far away from him as possible, bar Harry and Draco.
"My dear seventh years," Snape began in his silky sarcastic voice, "welcome to Mixed Advanced Potions. Do not expect this year to be easy. You will have more work than your first and second years combined. For anyone interested, there is an incredibly simple potion I will allow you to brew yourselves, and NO-ONE is to inform Mr Longbottom. On page 32 of your text books is a potion for muscle cramps, specialising in hand cramps. Keep this in mind." Snape had taken to strolling around the room, passing between tables as he spoke.
Harry barely refrained from laughter, as he watched the man he'd spent summer with frighten the students into shock of what they'd expect of the year to come. With a quick glance, he also noticed that Draco was smirking, but his eyes showed his laughter.
"We will be starting the year with a course on medical potions. The first is to be an allergy potion. Ingredients are at the front. Instructions are in your books. Page 59." Snape strode to the front of the room, but stopped at Harry.
"Mr Potter." Snape said quietly at his level. "Mr Malfoy is going to behave himself. Ignore Mr Weasley, and I'm going to be terrorizing the Hufflepuffs at the back. Now show me how good you are." He looked to Draco. "Draco, sit this one out. Work on your extra credit."
"Yes Sir." Both Slytherins said as Harry set up his cauldron and Draco got his notes and ink out of his bag, the professor returning to stalking the tables at the back of the room.
The class talked at a moderate level, as Harry got to work preparing the ingredients. He zoned out for a while, complete focus on the potion, until he had to stir it seven times anti-clockwise, then seven times clockwise, this process repeated 3 times. His attention lifted and he listened to the goings of the class room, and the scratchings of Draco's quill.
"HEY POTTER! LONELY AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER?" Ron yelled across the room to Harry.
Harry clenched his ladle, the only sign that he'd heard the comment. Draco however slammed his quill down and turned to Ron.
"What is it now Weasley? Jealous that Harry's got money and you don't? How very petty of you!" Draco called back. In the mean time Snape had made his way to tower over the youngest male Weasley.
"20 points from Gryffindor and detention, Mr Weasley. Truly petty indeed." Snape sneered before making his way around the room again.
Hermione however had given him the cold shoulder, refusing to talk to him unless to tell him something to do with the potion.
"But 'Mione. He turned on us." Ron whined as he tried to get her to talk to him.
"Not of his own choice, Ronald Weasley. Put the pixie wings in." She retorted.
Harry had to smirk as he considered the three people in the room that defended him, three people that cared about him. His thoughts were interrupted however when he'd finished the stirring and now had to add the next ingredients.
With ten minutes remaining of the lesson, Snape announced that he'd be making final inspections of the potions, and that everyone was to take a labelled sample of their potion and hand it up on his desk.
Soon enough, the Potions Professor had made his way to Harry's cauldron.
"Absolutely perfect, Potter." Snape told him in a quiet voice, taking the ladle and inspecting the texture and consistency. "Better than any I've seen in my time at Hogwarts. 10 points." He patted Harry's shoulder as he moved on, and Harry bottled a sample of the potion for marks. Draco paused from his own work to have a look at Harry's potion.
"Merlin, Harry. Well done! It took me three tries to get it satisfactory to Uncle Sev's standards." Draco squeezed Harry's arm as he looked in wonder.
Harry and Draco started to pack up their stuff when Snape spoke across the room. "Potter. Don't dispose of you're potion just yet." Before the professor turned to Hermione and Ron's potion.
"It would seem Miss Granger has lapsed in her eternal vigilance. Tell me, Mr Weasley. How times did you stir this?
"Th-"
"And how many ounces of nettles did you add?
"I-"
"30 points from Gryffindor! Why do you persist in trying my patience? Why are you even in this class?" Snape said exasperatedly as he moved on to the next pair. Hermione seemed to be having trouble restraining Ron as he had turned a darker red than his hair and was attempting to leap over the desk to get at Snape.
Harry and Draco smirked at each other as they packed up their stuff except for the potion then sat back as they waited for class to finish.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, a moment please. CLASS DISMISSED." Snape called and the class was quickly escaping out the door. As soon as Hermione and Ron had made it out into the corridor, Hermione had exploded in a mass of verbal and physical abuse at Ron which echoed down the halls.
The three men remaining in the room smirked as they looked to each other before Snape started.
"I must say Potter that that was excellent work you showed today! Keep this up and I believe that you'll be able to pass this subject with full marks. Draco, I'll take your mark from the last time you brewed the potion. Is that alright?" Receiving a nod, Snape continued, "Now the potion. Do you mind if I bottle it for Madame Pomfrey?"
"Sure. Of course." Harry tried not to laugh as he considered the about face Snape had done in regard to his potions skills.
"Good." With a flick of his wand, the potion now sat in a large bottle on Snape's desk, the cauldron empty. "Now, off to your next lesson." Snape dismissed them and Harry cleaned up the cauldron and quickly left with Draco to go to Advanced DADA.
Soon they arrived in their usual DADA class room, this time it was rather bare, and held only a whole load of books on the shelves and teachers table. Already Harry felt that he'd again be disappointed by their teacher.
Grim face set, Harry sat down and pulled out some paper and his quill and ink. Draco looked at him curiously.
"Take a look Drake. Books everywhere. No sign of dark arts at all. I think we'll be doing a lot more theory this year." Harry sighed. Draco took a look around for himself and found that what Harry said was true, and reluctantly got his own parchment and writing implements out.
Soon enough, with a clatter that echoed up the corridor, Professor Aneesah Willow stumbled into the room, dropping a book or three as well as some parchment as she tried to quickly get to the front of the room and start the lesson.
"Erm, Seventh Years. Uhhhh..." she stuttered as she looked at all the expectant faces from Gryffindor and Slytherin. "Ummm," she looked at a loss of what to do next. "I'm, ahh, Professor Willow. And welcome to Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts." She seemed like she was on a roll, until she finished that sentence, almost fearful until she laid eyes on raven spiked hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar.
Harry tensed as he noticed she was looking straight at his scar. Please no, please no, please no.
"OH MY GOD! You're like. . . . you're HARRY POTTER! OH MY GOD, LIKE, I'M TEACHING HARRY POTTER!" Professor Willow started squealing as she continued on in her rambling.
Harry however had allowed his head to hit the table with a dull but audible thunk. "Oh crap," he muttered into the table.
"It's okay, hero. It'll be okay." Draco patted his shoulder.
"Oh my god, like I know everything about you. Its like" she drew in a raspy breath, "I can't believe you're here, like," she drew in another raspy breath, "Oh my g-." She suddenly bent over and started hyperventilating. Harry just groaned.
A few minutes later he looked up again to see her take a glance in his direction before she quickly ran out of the room, still hyperventilating.
"For Merlin's sake. This is ridiculous." Harry covered his face with his hands as Draco quietly laughed.
"HEY POTTER! ANOTHER FAN CLUB MEMBER. I GUESS YOU DON'T NEED TO BRUSH UP ON YOUR AUTOGRAPH SKILLS? BEEN KEEPING IT UP JUST IN CASE?" Ron yelled across the room.
"SO YOU COULD SELL THEM WEASLEY?" Draco shot back.
"MALFOY, I'm soo gon-"
"WHAT the hell is going on in here?" Snape brushed into the room. "I can hear yelling corridors away. Where is your teacher?"
"We don't know. She nearly passed out with excitement when she saw Harry. Then she ran out." Hermione explained.
"Take out your textbooks and start reading. I don't want to hear a noise while I go find her otherwise this whole class will have detention for a month." He glared at them as he made sure everyone got their books out and had begun reading before sweeping back out.
The class quietly read for ten minutes before some quiet chatter started up. Draco looked up from his own book to take a look at Harry, who was still reading but had one pale, clenched fist lying alongside the open book.
"Harry. You alright?"
"Fine." Harry said shortly in a tone slightly different to his normal conversational one. Draco could still tell the difference but said nothing.
Soon enough, the whole class was involved in conversations with those surrounding them, until Dumbledore stepped through, and everyone fell silent.
"Seventh Years. Take the rest of the morning off. See you at lunch." Dumbledore stood to the side of the door as the class packed up and quickly left the room with an hour and a half of free time.
Not taking much notice of the other students, Harry made his way out and went straight to his room in the dungeons slamming the door as he went, chucking his books across the room. A soft knocking from the door stopped him from his pacing.
"Harry?" Draco called, peeking round the door.
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry snarled as he started pacing again.
"HEY! Excuse me MISTER Potter!" Draco stormed into the room himself and slammed the door. "But I think you need to calm down."
"Is that right?" Harry sneered, walking straight up into his face.
"YES! I think it is." He slammed Harry against the nearest wall, hands above his head so he wouldn't retaliate. "Ron is a dickhead. I agree with you. So stop taking it out on me." He growled back.
Harry said nothing as his chest rose and fell quickly, adrenalin still pumping. He simply just stared back as Draco held him against the wall.
"Now. Have you ever used a sword?" Draco asked.
"If you call killing a basilisk with one, I guess. Why?" The faint growl in Harry's voice was still evident.
"Because I think its time that you stop bottling up your anger." Draco released him and took a step back, Harry's arms fell down to his sides.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that? Seeing as you don't want me taking my anger out on you." Harry now stood with hands on his hips as he looked sardonically at the blonde Slytherin.
"Its called sparring Harry. At least I can defend myself this way. I'll show you."
Harry continued to look dubious as he was led into the Slytherin common rooms and out into a hidden passage on the other side. Draco quickly manoeuvred his way through the twisting corridors, robes flying gracefully around him as he took another quick turn and came upon a dark wooden door without a handle. Draco walked straight up to the door and laid a palm against the dark wood. The door moved of its own accord allowing entrance into a large rounded room.
Harry followed Draco in and stopped to look down at the floorboards up to the padded stone walls and above to the high roof that seemed to shower sunlight down into the hall.
Draco however, had made his way over to a panel of the padded stone that opened outwards to reveal a tall cupboard in which was housed a great variety of ancient weapons, mainly various swords. He pulled out two swords and closed the doors. Propping the bladed weapons against the wall, Draco removed his robes, jumper and tie, carefully folding them in the corner, and folded his sleeves up. Taking the swords up again, he made his way back over to Harry who still stood at the door and was gazing around.
"Hey Harry!' Draco called for his attention.
"Pardon?" Harry snapped to attention and to the beautiful swords, one of which was held out to him.
He carefully took it in his hands and examined the handle, the pommel shaped into a white dragon. The blade itself was about a metre long and about an inch wide. Turning the sword in his hand he noticed it was so very thin. If it had been used before he had no idea how it was still intact.
Harry finished his inspection of the fine weapon and looked to Draco who was waiting patiently.
"Shall we?" Draco motioned to the centre of the room. "I suggest you get rid of the robes though."
Harry nodded and removed his outer garments, dumping them in the corner on top of Draco's. He shoved his sleeves up around his elbows and stood before Draco, sword in hand, ready.
"Know what you're doing?" Draco smirked as he saw Harry take up his position.
"Not in the slightest really." Harry smirked back.
"See how we go then, shall we?" Draco's smirk turned into an evil grin as he swung the sword at Harry who easily blocked.
"No idea huh?" Draco commented, his maniacal grin in place.
"Still don't." Harry smirked back.
"Well, let's see how long your luck lasts!" Draco took another couple of swings and Harry blocked each. "Doing well. Doing well indeed."
Draco continued to swing at Harry whilst the boy in question blocked. That was until Harry saw an opening and swung back. Draco blocked and held Harry in place.
"Is it your turn now?" Draco smirked and Harry started grinning manically as he swung at Draco, who blocked each blow until the last which somehow caught his left upper arm.
Sword now in his left hand and a hand over the wound Draco smirked, "Playing murder now are we?"
"Jeez Drake I'm sorry. Shit is it bad, let me have a look." Harry's sword fell to the ground as he rushed towards the blonde and attempted to pry Draco's hand from the wound. When he succeeded, he watched as the wound was pulled back together and the skin healed over. Harry ran his thumb over the healed skin through the blood soaked hole in the shirt. Draco squirmed under the raven haired's intense gaze as he looked into Draco's eyes, requesting answers.
Draco tried to pull his arm away but lost the internal battle as Harry's thumb was still tracing over the newly healed skin. Sighing, he controlled his voice, "It's the room. Any wound made in this room is healed instantly by the magic held in the room." He looked back into Harry's face and felt himself turn slightly pink.
Harry looked back down to Draco's arm and muttered two spells. Lifting his hand off Draco's arm he revealed the shirt to be clean and as good as new. "Don't scare me like that." Harry muttered, dropping his hand.
Nervously, Draco bent down and picked up the sword Harry had dropped. "Hungry? Its nearly lunch." He tried to dispel the uneasiness that had come between them.
"Yeah."
The two Slytherins packed up and freshened themselves quickly. Harry chucked Draco's clothes to him, earning Harry a scowl as they became slightly creased by the rough handling. They retraced their steps back to the common room and gathered their books for the next lesson, then made their way to the Great Hall for lunch.
Chapter 6 – Potions With The Gryffindors
The two Slytherin's were the first to arrive in Professor Snape's potions labs, and Draco led the way to his usual seat as Harry took the seat next to him on the end. In the next five minutes, the rest of the class filed in, students from all four houses so there would be a sufficient numbers in the class. Harry watched as the seventh years took whatever seats were available, preferably close to the door. Somewhere along the line, Ron and Hermione had arrived and managed to secure they're usual seats, not without glaring at Harry all the way.
Soon enough, Professor Snape arrived in his usual fashion of robes billowing behind him, as the door slammed behind him. Stalking to the head of the room, he turned to survey the students seated as far away from him as possible, bar Harry and Draco.
"My dear seventh years," Snape began in his silky sarcastic voice, "welcome to Mixed Advanced Potions. Do not expect this year to be easy. You will have more work than your first and second years combined. For anyone interested, there is an incredibly simple potion I will allow you to brew yourselves, and NO-ONE is to inform Mr Longbottom. On page 32 of your text books is a potion for muscle cramps, specialising in hand cramps. Keep this in mind." Snape had taken to strolling around the room, passing between tables as he spoke.
Harry barely refrained from laughter, as he watched the man he'd spent summer with frighten the students into shock of what they'd expect of the year to come. With a quick glance, he also noticed that Draco was smirking, but his eyes showed his laughter.
"We will be starting the year with a course on medical potions. The first is to be an allergy potion. Ingredients are at the front. Instructions are in your books. Page 59." Snape strode to the front of the room, but stopped at Harry.
"Mr Potter." Snape said quietly at his level. "Mr Malfoy is going to behave himself. Ignore Mr Weasley, and I'm going to be terrorizing the Hufflepuffs at the back. Now show me how good you are." He looked to Draco. "Draco, sit this one out. Work on your extra credit."
"Yes Sir." Both Slytherins said as Harry set up his cauldron and Draco got his notes and ink out of his bag, the professor returning to stalking the tables at the back of the room.
The class talked at a moderate level, as Harry got to work preparing the ingredients. He zoned out for a while, complete focus on the potion, until he had to stir it seven times anti-clockwise, then seven times clockwise, this process repeated 3 times. His attention lifted and he listened to the goings of the class room, and the scratchings of Draco's quill.
"HEY POTTER! LONELY AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER?" Ron yelled across the room to Harry.
Harry clenched his ladle, the only sign that he'd heard the comment. Draco however slammed his quill down and turned to Ron.
"What is it now Weasley? Jealous that Harry's got money and you don't? How very petty of you!" Draco called back. In the mean time Snape had made his way to tower over the youngest male Weasley.
"20 points from Gryffindor and detention, Mr Weasley. Truly petty indeed." Snape sneered before making his way around the room again.
Hermione however had given him the cold shoulder, refusing to talk to him unless to tell him something to do with the potion.
"But 'Mione. He turned on us." Ron whined as he tried to get her to talk to him.
"Not of his own choice, Ronald Weasley. Put the pixie wings in." She retorted.
Harry had to smirk as he considered the three people in the room that defended him, three people that cared about him. His thoughts were interrupted however when he'd finished the stirring and now had to add the next ingredients.
With ten minutes remaining of the lesson, Snape announced that he'd be making final inspections of the potions, and that everyone was to take a labelled sample of their potion and hand it up on his desk.
Soon enough, the Potions Professor had made his way to Harry's cauldron.
"Absolutely perfect, Potter." Snape told him in a quiet voice, taking the ladle and inspecting the texture and consistency. "Better than any I've seen in my time at Hogwarts. 10 points." He patted Harry's shoulder as he moved on, and Harry bottled a sample of the potion for marks. Draco paused from his own work to have a look at Harry's potion.
"Merlin, Harry. Well done! It took me three tries to get it satisfactory to Uncle Sev's standards." Draco squeezed Harry's arm as he looked in wonder.
Harry and Draco started to pack up their stuff when Snape spoke across the room. "Potter. Don't dispose of you're potion just yet." Before the professor turned to Hermione and Ron's potion.
"It would seem Miss Granger has lapsed in her eternal vigilance. Tell me, Mr Weasley. How times did you stir this?
"Th-"
"And how many ounces of nettles did you add?
"I-"
"30 points from Gryffindor! Why do you persist in trying my patience? Why are you even in this class?" Snape said exasperatedly as he moved on to the next pair. Hermione seemed to be having trouble restraining Ron as he had turned a darker red than his hair and was attempting to leap over the desk to get at Snape.
Harry and Draco smirked at each other as they packed up their stuff except for the potion then sat back as they waited for class to finish.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, a moment please. CLASS DISMISSED." Snape called and the class was quickly escaping out the door. As soon as Hermione and Ron had made it out into the corridor, Hermione had exploded in a mass of verbal and physical abuse at Ron which echoed down the halls.
The three men remaining in the room smirked as they looked to each other before Snape started.
"I must say Potter that that was excellent work you showed today! Keep this up and I believe that you'll be able to pass this subject with full marks. Draco, I'll take your mark from the last time you brewed the potion. Is that alright?" Receiving a nod, Snape continued, "Now the potion. Do you mind if I bottle it for Madame Pomfrey?"
"Sure. Of course." Harry tried not to laugh as he considered the about face Snape had done in regard to his potions skills.
"Good." With a flick of his wand, the potion now sat in a large bottle on Snape's desk, the cauldron empty. "Now, off to your next lesson." Snape dismissed them and Harry cleaned up the cauldron and quickly left with Draco to go to Advanced DADA.
Soon they arrived in their usual DADA class room, this time it was rather bare, and held only a whole load of books on the shelves and teachers table. Already Harry felt that he'd again be disappointed by their teacher.
Grim face set, Harry sat down and pulled out some paper and his quill and ink. Draco looked at him curiously.
"Take a look Drake. Books everywhere. No sign of dark arts at all. I think we'll be doing a lot more theory this year." Harry sighed. Draco took a look around for himself and found that what Harry said was true, and reluctantly got his own parchment and writing implements out.
Soon enough, with a clatter that echoed up the corridor, Professor Aneesah Willow stumbled into the room, dropping a book or three as well as some parchment as she tried to quickly get to the front of the room and start the lesson.
"Erm, Seventh Years. Uhhhh..." she stuttered as she looked at all the expectant faces from Gryffindor and Slytherin. "Ummm," she looked at a loss of what to do next. "I'm, ahh, Professor Willow. And welcome to Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts." She seemed like she was on a roll, until she finished that sentence, almost fearful until she laid eyes on raven spiked hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar.
Harry tensed as he noticed she was looking straight at his scar. Please no, please no, please no.
"OH MY GOD! You're like. . . . you're HARRY POTTER! OH MY GOD, LIKE, I'M TEACHING HARRY POTTER!" Professor Willow started squealing as she continued on in her rambling.
Harry however had allowed his head to hit the table with a dull but audible thunk. "Oh crap," he muttered into the table.
"It's okay, hero. It'll be okay." Draco patted his shoulder.
"Oh my god, like I know everything about you. Its like" she drew in a raspy breath, "I can't believe you're here, like," she drew in another raspy breath, "Oh my g-." She suddenly bent over and started hyperventilating. Harry just groaned.
A few minutes later he looked up again to see her take a glance in his direction before she quickly ran out of the room, still hyperventilating.
"For Merlin's sake. This is ridiculous." Harry covered his face with his hands as Draco quietly laughed.
"HEY POTTER! ANOTHER FAN CLUB MEMBER. I GUESS YOU DON'T NEED TO BRUSH UP ON YOUR AUTOGRAPH SKILLS? BEEN KEEPING IT UP JUST IN CASE?" Ron yelled across the room.
"SO YOU COULD SELL THEM WEASLEY?" Draco shot back.
"MALFOY, I'm soo gon-"
"WHAT the hell is going on in here?" Snape brushed into the room. "I can hear yelling corridors away. Where is your teacher?"
"We don't know. She nearly passed out with excitement when she saw Harry. Then she ran out." Hermione explained.
"Take out your textbooks and start reading. I don't want to hear a noise while I go find her otherwise this whole class will have detention for a month." He glared at them as he made sure everyone got their books out and had begun reading before sweeping back out.
The class quietly read for ten minutes before some quiet chatter started up. Draco looked up from his own book to take a look at Harry, who was still reading but had one pale, clenched fist lying alongside the open book.
"Harry. You alright?"
"Fine." Harry said shortly in a tone slightly different to his normal conversational one. Draco could still tell the difference but said nothing.
Soon enough, the whole class was involved in conversations with those surrounding them, until Dumbledore stepped through, and everyone fell silent.
"Seventh Years. Take the rest of the morning off. See you at lunch." Dumbledore stood to the side of the door as the class packed up and quickly left the room with an hour and a half of free time.
Not taking much notice of the other students, Harry made his way out and went straight to his room in the dungeons slamming the door as he went, chucking his books across the room. A soft knocking from the door stopped him from his pacing.
"Harry?" Draco called, peeking round the door.
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry snarled as he started pacing again.
"HEY! Excuse me MISTER Potter!" Draco stormed into the room himself and slammed the door. "But I think you need to calm down."
"Is that right?" Harry sneered, walking straight up into his face.
"YES! I think it is." He slammed Harry against the nearest wall, hands above his head so he wouldn't retaliate. "Ron is a dickhead. I agree with you. So stop taking it out on me." He growled back.
Harry said nothing as his chest rose and fell quickly, adrenalin still pumping. He simply just stared back as Draco held him against the wall.
"Now. Have you ever used a sword?" Draco asked.
"If you call killing a basilisk with one, I guess. Why?" The faint growl in Harry's voice was still evident.
"Because I think its time that you stop bottling up your anger." Draco released him and took a step back, Harry's arms fell down to his sides.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that? Seeing as you don't want me taking my anger out on you." Harry now stood with hands on his hips as he looked sardonically at the blonde Slytherin.
"Its called sparring Harry. At least I can defend myself this way. I'll show you."
Harry continued to look dubious as he was led into the Slytherin common rooms and out into a hidden passage on the other side. Draco quickly manoeuvred his way through the twisting corridors, robes flying gracefully around him as he took another quick turn and came upon a dark wooden door without a handle. Draco walked straight up to the door and laid a palm against the dark wood. The door moved of its own accord allowing entrance into a large rounded room.
Harry followed Draco in and stopped to look down at the floorboards up to the padded stone walls and above to the high roof that seemed to shower sunlight down into the hall.
Draco however, had made his way over to a panel of the padded stone that opened outwards to reveal a tall cupboard in which was housed a great variety of ancient weapons, mainly various swords. He pulled out two swords and closed the doors. Propping the bladed weapons against the wall, Draco removed his robes, jumper and tie, carefully folding them in the corner, and folded his sleeves up. Taking the swords up again, he made his way back over to Harry who still stood at the door and was gazing around.
"Hey Harry!' Draco called for his attention.
"Pardon?" Harry snapped to attention and to the beautiful swords, one of which was held out to him.
He carefully took it in his hands and examined the handle, the pommel shaped into a white dragon. The blade itself was about a metre long and about an inch wide. Turning the sword in his hand he noticed it was so very thin. If it had been used before he had no idea how it was still intact.
Harry finished his inspection of the fine weapon and looked to Draco who was waiting patiently.
"Shall we?" Draco motioned to the centre of the room. "I suggest you get rid of the robes though."
Harry nodded and removed his outer garments, dumping them in the corner on top of Draco's. He shoved his sleeves up around his elbows and stood before Draco, sword in hand, ready.
"Know what you're doing?" Draco smirked as he saw Harry take up his position.
"Not in the slightest really." Harry smirked back.
"See how we go then, shall we?" Draco's smirk turned into an evil grin as he swung the sword at Harry who easily blocked.
"No idea huh?" Draco commented, his maniacal grin in place.
"Still don't." Harry smirked back.
"Well, let's see how long your luck lasts!" Draco took another couple of swings and Harry blocked each. "Doing well. Doing well indeed."
Draco continued to swing at Harry whilst the boy in question blocked. That was until Harry saw an opening and swung back. Draco blocked and held Harry in place.
"Is it your turn now?" Draco smirked and Harry started grinning manically as he swung at Draco, who blocked each blow until the last which somehow caught his left upper arm.
Sword now in his left hand and a hand over the wound Draco smirked, "Playing murder now are we?"
"Jeez Drake I'm sorry. Shit is it bad, let me have a look." Harry's sword fell to the ground as he rushed towards the blonde and attempted to pry Draco's hand from the wound. When he succeeded, he watched as the wound was pulled back together and the skin healed over. Harry ran his thumb over the healed skin through the blood soaked hole in the shirt. Draco squirmed under the raven haired's intense gaze as he looked into Draco's eyes, requesting answers.
Draco tried to pull his arm away but lost the internal battle as Harry's thumb was still tracing over the newly healed skin. Sighing, he controlled his voice, "It's the room. Any wound made in this room is healed instantly by the magic held in the room." He looked back into Harry's face and felt himself turn slightly pink.
Harry looked back down to Draco's arm and muttered two spells. Lifting his hand off Draco's arm he revealed the shirt to be clean and as good as new. "Don't scare me like that." Harry muttered, dropping his hand.
Nervously, Draco bent down and picked up the sword Harry had dropped. "Hungry? Its nearly lunch." He tried to dispel the uneasiness that had come between them.
"Yeah."
The two Slytherins packed up and freshened themselves quickly. Harry chucked Draco's clothes to him, earning Harry a scowl as they became slightly creased by the rough handling. They retraced their steps back to the common room and gathered their books for the next lesson, then made their way to the Great Hall for lunch.