Chapter6 - Horoscopes and Charms

"I think you were right to tell Malfoy off last week mate. I mean you've done nothing ,but feel sorry for him ever since you two fought." Ron said as he and Harry walked to a special Palm reading class with Professor Treawney. "You should just forget about it and think about getting into Seamus's pants." He said with a laugh.

Harry knew Ron was right and he didn't need telling twice ,but he still felt bad. He and Draco hadn't talked in almost five days and Draco didn't come near him unless it was to get his four hour contact in with Harry and even that had become just a brush of Draco's hand against his.

In fact Draco had been spending most of his time back in the Slytherin dorms leaving Harry to sleep alone in their private quarters.

Harry took a deep sigh just before they entered Divination Class. "You're right Ron." "Great now that that's settled we need to get our minds cleared so we can listen to Treawney's useless banter."

They took a seat listening to Professor Treawney as she talked about how all of them were in store for a surprise within themselves over the next year and how Harry was going to die, nothing new.

She made her rounds about the class as usual monitoring the students with a watchful eye as they read their partners hands and made fake predictions about each others death. Ron was just telling Harry how he was going to fall off his broom next week at Quidditch practice and break his back in a way in which he would suffer a long drawn out thirty minutes of torturous pain and die when Professor Treawney came over and took Harry's hand from Ron.

As she sat some of the student stopped what they were doing and watched listening for her new prediction of how Harry was going to die. However, the prediction did not go as scheduled.

Instead her head lulled back and her eyes went blank. Some of the girls had already left to get Pomfrey, fearful for their favorite teachers health. She held Harry's hand tightly as he tried to pry it from her grasp, but her cold clammy hands held him as her blank purple eyes stared at his shaking hand.

"Take heed boy..." she breathed in an eiri tone that sent chills down his spine. "Your selfish pride...your blind ambitions..." She breathed out, "these things...they will cost you a price...one of which you wish not to pay again..."

He kept fighting to get away no one was making a move to help as they all stood transfixed at their ghostly white teacher.

"The months ahead will be filled with woe...you may loose another..." Just then her eyes shifted gazing knowingly in his green shinning eyes. "...fear not..." she began again tracing a line across the middle of his palm. "this one may not go...you must see with eyes unclouded...by...hate..."

Professor Treawney's voice faded as she passed out on the floor leaving an extremely stunned Harry sitting in his seat shaking like mad.

A few moments later Pomfrey came storming in dropping to her knees poring potion after potion down Treawney's through.

Harry didn't hear her ask him what happened, he was too scared to think, to breath, even move.

It was latter when Harry was walking to Charms when he rounded a corner and ran straight into Pansy Parkinson who just so happened to be looking for the green eyed Gryffindor. "Sorry Parkinson." Harry said.

"Potter!" She said as she got her balance, just after she did something Harry was not expecting...she slapped him.

Square on the middle of his left cheek as hard as she could. "What the hell was that for!?" He asked rubbing the swollen palm print which now crissened his face.

"I told Draco I wouldn't say anything, but you're a bastard beyond all standards!" She saw the shacked look on Harry's face and continued yelling. "That's right! I know about you're whole Partner thing with Draco! So!? Did you honestly think he wouldn't tell me Potter, hum?"

"I did grow up with him you know!" She said as she breathed in another big gulp of air so she could yell some more. "You're so blind to you're own emotions that its sickining! All you care about are people who don't love you, like Chang and Finnigan! You never give thanks for the things you've already got!" She said as she poked him in the chest.

"Is there..." Harry began, "anything wrong with Draco?" Harry had a feeling his and Draco's fight wasn't the only thing she was upset about, but what else was there?

"I..." she began, "I don't think he would want me to tell you." Pansy said solemnly. "It's against the oath." She said not daring to look him in the eye. "What...oath?" At this she put her hands on her mouth.

"Forget what I said! Listen I'm sorry I told you off, I have to go now." And with that she took off headed in the direction of Charms just ahead of him.

Things only got stranger once Charms started. For one, the students seemed to be in a fowl mood because of the weather, gloomy, cold, and rainy. Another was that the Auroras Ball which celebrated the month of the Aurora Bore Allis, the time at which all magic was most powerful, had been postponed until the first of November in stead of Halloween night.

Not to mention Harry had a hard time not noticing the way the Slytherins seemed to fall silent when ever he even glanced their way. Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be paying him no mind at all.

"Alright class, settle down settle down." Professor Flitwick began. "Today we will be discussing the affects of the Aurora Bore Allis on our magic and the magic of other magical beings."

"This lesson may be best suited for your Care of Magical Creatures class ,but seeing as Professor Hagrid has taken a leave this year to deal with some family matters pertaining to his brother I will be explaining it on a more charismatic note."

Flitwick took a look at his lesson plan then continued. "Mr. Malfoy? I believe you told me last week that you'd like to brief us on how magical beings powers differ from the magic of witches and wizards during the A.B.A."

Malfoy made no move to stand from what Harry could see, in stead Pansy put her hand in the air calling for Professor Flitwicks attention. "Yes Ms. Parkinson?"

"Professor with all due respect Draco's not feeling well today and I think he'd rather brief the class in the next lesson." "Very well then. Perhaps another time then, num?" Draco simply nodded.

Pansy was right, why hadn't Harry noticed before? As the Gryffindor looked at Draco he did seem more shaken then the last time they'd spoken. His blond locks were in disarray, his face seemed to have paled and thinned, if possible, and the biggest changed he could see in the Slytherin was in his eyes.

Draco seemed so distant like he wasn't even seeing what was in front of him. The whole sight just made Harry feel worse about that stupid fight they had had. It was really his fault for using Draco like that ,but then again it was partly Draco's fault for making Harry be his Life Partner in the first place. Wasn't it?

It wasn't until later that night that Harry saw Draco again. For the first time in almost a week the Slytherin lay asleep in the bed next to Harry's in their private dorms.

"Draco?" Harry called out through the darkness knowing the other boy wasn't asleep yet. "Yes?" Came a soft raspy reply similar to the way Harry had talked after he'd taken that Skelogrow potion in second year.

"What's happened to you?" Harry questioned, he was sitting in his bed now watching the steady rise and fall of Draco's back facing him.

"I'm fine Har-" Draco stopped mid-sentence coughing harshly then breathing deeply to regain his composer. "I'm fine Potter."

"Draco..." Harry could tell that wasn't the case, Draco looked so tired earlier that day and so weak. Harry knew there was something wrong.

Draco sighed deeply sitting up in his bed turning to look at the boy who haunted his dreams and in a cruel sort of fashion soothed them at the same time.

"I can't tell you..." Harry looked at Draco wide eyed. What was so bad that Draco couldn't tell him? "It's complicated Harry...its got a lot to do with me being your Soulith. Though..." The Slytherin started breathing slowly again as if it were a great effort to do something as simple as to breath.

"Though what?" Harry questioned. Draco made no move to answer; he just got up out of his bed walking ever so slowly to Harry's, leaned down so his nose was just a centimeter from the other boys and kissed him. Harry's expression was unreadable. He had so many emotions stirring inside of him all at once he couldn't choose which was most important that he needed to show it.

What was Draco doing? Harry couldn't make since of it all and before he could say anything, much less do something he was engulfed in darkness.

A gentle pair of arms tucked Harry under his covers as he slept not of his own will. "I can't tell you yet Harry..." Draco felt his face wet with tears as his left hand guided itself to trace Harry's jaw line.

"Give me one more week Harry. I'll tell you then...the oath is almost complete. Then you'll see I'm worth more then that Irish Prat." With that he was gone. Out into the corridors of Hogwarts and down into the dungeons of the Slytherin dorms.

TBC...

A/N:

In all honesty I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Its getting into the angust of the story and that's what I love.

Sorry about now updating last weekend. I was on major restriction for something. Oh well. Also I'm sorry this chapters kind of short. I didn't want to give too much too soon.

Next Chapter:

The Auroras Ball

yay! (okay, not really because the good stuff won't really start happening between Harry and Draco until the chapter after that.)

Latter.