Kissing The Enemy
by SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's chraracters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profits from fanfiction if you don't count the warm feeling I get inside from reviews. Don't sue, I'm poorer than an 11th Weasley child. Just kidding, but I still don't have any money. Seriously, I spent my allowance on some new books. Seriously, I have the receipt to prove it.
Author's Note: Here it is, chapter 4. I was busy writing my Snape/Hermione V-Day fic, Ice Cold Candy Hearts (shameless plug), but here it is. Sorry for making you wait so long. Also, thank you to all who reviewed. ^_^ I tried to make this chapter extra long to make up for taking so long. I think I failed.
Warning: This chapter contains excessive smirking. If you are offended by the action of turning up the corner of your mouth in a half smile, and keeping your eyebrows low at the same time, therefor smirking, then perhaps you should not read this chapter.
In this chapter: Teasing (or is that whore-y?) and blushing (does he ever stop turning red in this fic? Occasionally, yes.) Harry, romantic (well, kinda) and protective Draco, another little note, power struggle, and a bit of fluff here and there.
Response to reviews:
To airy*: Because gay Harry is so much more fun to write about. ^_^ So is gay Dr. Aco (my new nick name for Draco).
To Mrs. Professor Lupin (Mrs.? You wish. ~_~): *gets very defensive* If my fanfic is so "stupid" and "wrong" then why are you reading it anway? Do you dislike slash? Because if so, stop reading now because there's a lot coming up.
Thanks to my "evil" beta, Becca! Thankies!!! ^_^
On with the fic!
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Chapter 4
The Boy Who Lived was currently the boy scrubbing cauldrons at the back of the potions classroom, just as Snape had ordered him to no more that 15 minutes ago. Harry was scrubbing the same spot over and over again for the last 15 minutes, anxiously awaiting Draco's arrival.
"Mr.Potter, I think that cauldron is clean enough. Care to move on to the next?" Snape spat sarcastically, not even bothering to look up from his grading of third-year essays.
Harry nodded and switched to another cauldron, sighing quietly to himself. He didn't get why he couldn't just use magic to to clean up all this mess.
'Of course, then I'd be happier, and Snape wouldn't want that.' he thought sarcastically, scrubbing vigorously at a greenish goo on the bottom of the black standard pewter cauldron.
The sound of the door creaking open turned Harry's attention towards the front of the classroom, where there stood his platinum-blonde vision of pure beauty.
The 'vision of pure beauty'- Draco, turned to smirk at him momentarily before turning to Professor Snape, who nodded at him. "Mister Malfoy, feel free to take a seat where ever you please and get started." Draco amusedly thought of going and sitting in Harry's lap, which is where he truly wanted to sit, but decided against it, not wanting to cause his Head Of House heart problems.
"Of course, Professor." Draco said, turning to wink at Harry quickly before taking a seat at the table he usually sat at during potions, which just happened to be at the back of class, very close to where Harry was cleaning. Snape spared a strange glance at his favorite student, but said nothing about the matter.
Meanwhile, the golden boy was blushing a slight pink at the fact that the object of his desire was a mere few feet away. Harry blushed even deeper and scrubbed the cauldron even harder, trying in vain to distract himself from his rather inappropriate thoughts concerning Draco and his after detention activities.
A few tables away, taking sneaking glances at Harry, it was obvious that the Slytherin was enjoying Harry's nervous discomfort. He snuck another peek at Harry from the corner of his eye, and as if he had sensed silver eyes on him, he started blushing like mad but didn't dare meet his lover's eyes. Draco merely smirked in perverse pleasure.
"Mister Malfoy," the two boys looked up to see Snape stand up and look pointedly at the Slytherin prefect that he favored so much. "I have some bussiness to attened to. Make sure Potter cleans the cauldrons. I shall return shortly." The potions master stalked out of the classroom, leaving the two 16-year-olds alone and unattended.
Draco smirked and walked over to the ever-nervous Harry. 'Seriously, Potter, calm down, I'm not gonna bloody bite...too hard.' he thought.
"Well, Potter, what do you know? I'm in charge now. And will you look at that?" Draco looked to the cauldron Harry had just finished cleaning.
"If I'm not mistaken, which I highly doubt, you missed a spot." Harry looked closely at the cauldron. He smiled slightly; it was spotless. He looked to Draco, who only smirked at him.
'Oh, I know just what you're playing at, Draco.' the raven-haired 16-year-old thought. Now it was his turn to smirk.
Harry stood up and looked up at Draco, who was a few good inches taller than him. He put on a look of mock confusion.
"Really now? I don't see it, Malfoy." This only made Draco smirk wider.
"Well, maybe you should clean your glasses, because it's there. Since I'm in charge, I'll have to punish you for your mistake." Draco said as he backed Harry into the stone wall at the back of the classroom and breathed into his ear.
"And that's Mister Malfoy to you, Potter." Harry got weak in the knees as Draco nibbled on his ear lobe. He moaned, but quickly cursed himself for it. Damn it, he was supposed to be the one doing the punishing.
As Draco started to move to his neck, Harry grabbed his shoulders and the next thing old blondie knew *he* was the one against the cold stone wall. Harry was looking at him with a particularly evil smirk. Wait a second! He recognized that smirk! From his mirror! Damn it, that was *his* smirk! His own trademark sexy smirk was being used against him. Harry saw Draco smirk right back at him.
Despite the temporary theft of his smirk, Draco was still kinda turned on. Naughty Slytherins.
Harry gently brushed his lips against Draco's but pulled away before the prefect even knew Harry's lips had been there.
Draco, rather aggressively, tried to grab Harry's head so he could show the Gyffindor what it meant to truly be kissed, but Harry pulled away.
Smirking, he looked Draco right in the eye. Draco looked back; how could he not, they were so close together they could feel one another's breath. Mmm...minty.
"You're wrong, Draco." Harry said simply, that damned smirk never leaving his angular face.
"'Bout what?" Draco breathed out quietly, afraid that if he spoke too loudly the spell that was cast over them would be broken. Harry's smirk only widened.
"I'm in charge here." he said, leaning forward and brushing the Slytherin's lips in his own, and preceded to kiss Draco like the slimy git had never been kissed before.
A few minutes later Harry pulled away, giving them some much-needed air. He instead nibbled at Draco's neck vigorously, reaching down to squeeze his silver-eyed lover's arse rather roughly.
Draco gasped quite loudly, and he could feel Harry's smirk against his pale neck. His green-eyed beauty came up to face him, smirking very sexily, in Draco's opinion. To anyone else, Harry would look very creepy with that look on his face.
"What was that, Draco?" he asked, looking at him closely, mocking him silently.
"Nothing, Potter." Draco spat out, with so little venom in his words that Harry almost laughed aloud (keyword here: almost). *Somebody* was going soft. Or, perhaps, that was just the way Harry made him: one big softie.
"Oh, so it's Potter, now? And was that a gasp I pulled from you? I must say, it sounded quite unlike you;rather loud." Harry gently teased, eyes glittering with mischeif.
"Quit it, *Harry*." said Draco, blushing slightly as Harry tickled his arse lovingly. The-boy-who-was-famous-for-doing-something-he-couldn't-even-remember reached down and grabbed Draco's...ahem, naughty bit. A gasp similar to his previous one emitted from Draco's mouth as Harry held *it* firmly, before letting go to look teasingly at Draco's flushed face.
"'Quit it?' Whatever you say, Draco." Harry smirked tauntingly at him one last time before walking back over to where he was previously. He sat down and continued to clean the cauldrons, humming to himself.
Draco stood there for a moment later, still in shock at what Harry had done, and even more suprised that Harry had left him hanging like that. Trying his best to regain his Malfoy composure, he walked over to his desk, scribbled down another note to Harry (twas his nature to write when he felt he could'nt talk), and threw it over to him right before Snape walked in. The hooked-nose man walked over to his desk and sat down, then looked at Draco expectantly. "Did Potter behave himself, Mister Malfoy?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Draco smirked openly. "Oh, not at all, Professor. He was very naughty indeed, did'nt clean a single cauldron." Well, that was partly true. Snape did'nt need to know exactly what Harry had done in his absence.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor." Snape said, inwardly happy to have a reason-any reason- to take points from Gryffindor. "Stop slacking and get to work, Potter, or it'll be another 30 points." As The Greasy Git turned back to his papers, Harry quietly unfolded the parchment in his palm. He read it two times over:
Harry-
Naughty, Harry. Naughty you are. I never knew you could be so bad. I like you even more when you're fiesty like that. Of course, don't think I won't pay you back for getting me all turned on and then leaving me for your own amusement.
-Draco
Harry blushed a bit and quickly tried to hide it, but Draco noticed the pink color of his cheeks and smirked, clearly satisfied. He had the upper hand again, just as a Malfoy always should.
Still smirking, he stood abruptly and walked over to the front of the classroom to face Snape.
"Thank you for letting me do my homework in your classroom, Professor." Draco tried to resist the urge to chuckle. Too bad he didn't get a chance to do Harry yet.
"I presume you're done then?" said Snape, apparently too busy to look up. Well, excuse me.
'Not completly done,thanks to Harry.' Draco thought amusedly of how the green-eyes monster (Harry) had left him hanging. Now the moment was over.
Draco nodded at Snape. "Yes, sir."
"You may go, then." Snape went back to grading all those damn papers again (how many students does he have???), and Draco chanced a quick wink at Harry, who blushed and looked away, much to Draco's amusement, before exiting the classroom.
Harry angrily blushed deeper. He knew Draco just loved to torment him with those damn winks. He ignored the dirty thoughts of "punishment" running through his head, and continued scrubbing cauldrons.
An hour and about 11 cauldrons later, his detention was over. The golden boy was walking down the empty corridor (these corridors, why are they always desserted?) when he almost had a heart attack when he felt a hand slip into his own. He looked to his left, and relaxed when he saw it was only Draco. For a minute there, he had thought it was a death eater coming to get revenge, but laughed inwardly at the thought when he realized that there was no way a death eater would sneak up on him and hold his hand.
Harry looked to Draco who had fallen in step beside him. "Well, it's about time. I've been standing out here for atleast an hour." Draco said.
Touched, Harry smiled. "Thanks for waiting, then."
Draco only grunted and lightly squeezed his hand in response, his equivelent of 'You're welcome'.
"Why did you wait, anyway?" Harry asked interestedly.
Draco shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. "I had nothing better to do."
"Hmm-mm." Harry said, smiling slightly. Riiight.
"Plus, I, um, wanted to walk you to your dorm, well, not *to* your dorm, but as far as I can go without being, you know, seen. It can be, uh, dangerous in these halls, wanna make sure no one tries to jump your bones. That's my job." Draco stuttered out, uncharacteristically blushing slightly.
Harry smiled at him. "Well, thank you. How very kind of you, Draco."
"Yeah, I know." Draco mumbled, as Harry just continued to smile annoyingly, but oh-so-cutely, at him.
Finally, they reached the corridor where they had to go their separate ways.
"Well, this is my stop. I'll see 'ya tommorow, then, I guess." Harry said, smiling one last time before he turned to go.
Before he could leave, Harry felt a hand grab his arm and pin him against the stone wall of the corridor. He felt lips meet his own, and he eagerly deepened the kiss. He gasped into Draco's mouth when he felt the other man's hand briefly grab his you-know-what, light as a feather, and disappear faster than Gryffindor house points in double potions with the Slytherins.
Just as they were really getting somewhere, Draco pulled away to lean towards Harry's ear.
"Now who's in charge?" Breathlessly, Harry involuntarily shivered as warm breath hit his ear. Draco's smirk only widened as he pulled away.
"Good night, Harry. Do sleep well." And with that, Draco walked off towards the Slytherin common room, leaving a very hot and bothered Harry hanging for the second time that day.
Trying to steady his furiously beating heart, Harry eventually continued walking towards the Gryffindor common room and to the house potrait, not noticing a pair of silver eyes following his every movement, making sure no harm could befall his beloved green-eyed angel.
The Boy Who Lived entered the Gryffindor common room, potrait swinging shut behind him. Apparently satisfied, the owner of the pair of silver eyes smirked to himself as he headed towards his own prefect dorm.
"Get some sleep, Harry. You're going to need it."
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Next Chapter: Um, I'm not sure, really. But one thing I do know is that there is a very emotional chapter coming up that deals with some serious revelations and trechery lurking. That might be next. Yes, I think so.
I'll try to make the next chapter a long one, but I make no promises (as always).
Author's Note: Done. Finally. Well, what did you think? Please review. I'm already almost half-way done with the next chapter, so expect that soon. Also, I'm planning to put Harry and Draco in a Quidditch match. Who do you think I should have catch the snitch? Um, another question: Does Draco know about The Order and Sirius' alleged "death"? Been a while since I read the 5th book, please help me out. ~SilentShadow007 aka Venomtongue~
by SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's chraracters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profits from fanfiction if you don't count the warm feeling I get inside from reviews. Don't sue, I'm poorer than an 11th Weasley child. Just kidding, but I still don't have any money. Seriously, I spent my allowance on some new books. Seriously, I have the receipt to prove it.
Author's Note: Here it is, chapter 4. I was busy writing my Snape/Hermione V-Day fic, Ice Cold Candy Hearts (shameless plug), but here it is. Sorry for making you wait so long. Also, thank you to all who reviewed. ^_^ I tried to make this chapter extra long to make up for taking so long. I think I failed.
Warning: This chapter contains excessive smirking. If you are offended by the action of turning up the corner of your mouth in a half smile, and keeping your eyebrows low at the same time, therefor smirking, then perhaps you should not read this chapter.
In this chapter: Teasing (or is that whore-y?) and blushing (does he ever stop turning red in this fic? Occasionally, yes.) Harry, romantic (well, kinda) and protective Draco, another little note, power struggle, and a bit of fluff here and there.
Response to reviews:
To airy*: Because gay Harry is so much more fun to write about. ^_^ So is gay Dr. Aco (my new nick name for Draco).
To Mrs. Professor Lupin (Mrs.? You wish. ~_~): *gets very defensive* If my fanfic is so "stupid" and "wrong" then why are you reading it anway? Do you dislike slash? Because if so, stop reading now because there's a lot coming up.
Thanks to my "evil" beta, Becca! Thankies!!! ^_^
On with the fic!
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Chapter 4
The Boy Who Lived was currently the boy scrubbing cauldrons at the back of the potions classroom, just as Snape had ordered him to no more that 15 minutes ago. Harry was scrubbing the same spot over and over again for the last 15 minutes, anxiously awaiting Draco's arrival.
"Mr.Potter, I think that cauldron is clean enough. Care to move on to the next?" Snape spat sarcastically, not even bothering to look up from his grading of third-year essays.
Harry nodded and switched to another cauldron, sighing quietly to himself. He didn't get why he couldn't just use magic to to clean up all this mess.
'Of course, then I'd be happier, and Snape wouldn't want that.' he thought sarcastically, scrubbing vigorously at a greenish goo on the bottom of the black standard pewter cauldron.
The sound of the door creaking open turned Harry's attention towards the front of the classroom, where there stood his platinum-blonde vision of pure beauty.
The 'vision of pure beauty'- Draco, turned to smirk at him momentarily before turning to Professor Snape, who nodded at him. "Mister Malfoy, feel free to take a seat where ever you please and get started." Draco amusedly thought of going and sitting in Harry's lap, which is where he truly wanted to sit, but decided against it, not wanting to cause his Head Of House heart problems.
"Of course, Professor." Draco said, turning to wink at Harry quickly before taking a seat at the table he usually sat at during potions, which just happened to be at the back of class, very close to where Harry was cleaning. Snape spared a strange glance at his favorite student, but said nothing about the matter.
Meanwhile, the golden boy was blushing a slight pink at the fact that the object of his desire was a mere few feet away. Harry blushed even deeper and scrubbed the cauldron even harder, trying in vain to distract himself from his rather inappropriate thoughts concerning Draco and his after detention activities.
A few tables away, taking sneaking glances at Harry, it was obvious that the Slytherin was enjoying Harry's nervous discomfort. He snuck another peek at Harry from the corner of his eye, and as if he had sensed silver eyes on him, he started blushing like mad but didn't dare meet his lover's eyes. Draco merely smirked in perverse pleasure.
"Mister Malfoy," the two boys looked up to see Snape stand up and look pointedly at the Slytherin prefect that he favored so much. "I have some bussiness to attened to. Make sure Potter cleans the cauldrons. I shall return shortly." The potions master stalked out of the classroom, leaving the two 16-year-olds alone and unattended.
Draco smirked and walked over to the ever-nervous Harry. 'Seriously, Potter, calm down, I'm not gonna bloody bite...too hard.' he thought.
"Well, Potter, what do you know? I'm in charge now. And will you look at that?" Draco looked to the cauldron Harry had just finished cleaning.
"If I'm not mistaken, which I highly doubt, you missed a spot." Harry looked closely at the cauldron. He smiled slightly; it was spotless. He looked to Draco, who only smirked at him.
'Oh, I know just what you're playing at, Draco.' the raven-haired 16-year-old thought. Now it was his turn to smirk.
Harry stood up and looked up at Draco, who was a few good inches taller than him. He put on a look of mock confusion.
"Really now? I don't see it, Malfoy." This only made Draco smirk wider.
"Well, maybe you should clean your glasses, because it's there. Since I'm in charge, I'll have to punish you for your mistake." Draco said as he backed Harry into the stone wall at the back of the classroom and breathed into his ear.
"And that's Mister Malfoy to you, Potter." Harry got weak in the knees as Draco nibbled on his ear lobe. He moaned, but quickly cursed himself for it. Damn it, he was supposed to be the one doing the punishing.
As Draco started to move to his neck, Harry grabbed his shoulders and the next thing old blondie knew *he* was the one against the cold stone wall. Harry was looking at him with a particularly evil smirk. Wait a second! He recognized that smirk! From his mirror! Damn it, that was *his* smirk! His own trademark sexy smirk was being used against him. Harry saw Draco smirk right back at him.
Despite the temporary theft of his smirk, Draco was still kinda turned on. Naughty Slytherins.
Harry gently brushed his lips against Draco's but pulled away before the prefect even knew Harry's lips had been there.
Draco, rather aggressively, tried to grab Harry's head so he could show the Gyffindor what it meant to truly be kissed, but Harry pulled away.
Smirking, he looked Draco right in the eye. Draco looked back; how could he not, they were so close together they could feel one another's breath. Mmm...minty.
"You're wrong, Draco." Harry said simply, that damned smirk never leaving his angular face.
"'Bout what?" Draco breathed out quietly, afraid that if he spoke too loudly the spell that was cast over them would be broken. Harry's smirk only widened.
"I'm in charge here." he said, leaning forward and brushing the Slytherin's lips in his own, and preceded to kiss Draco like the slimy git had never been kissed before.
A few minutes later Harry pulled away, giving them some much-needed air. He instead nibbled at Draco's neck vigorously, reaching down to squeeze his silver-eyed lover's arse rather roughly.
Draco gasped quite loudly, and he could feel Harry's smirk against his pale neck. His green-eyed beauty came up to face him, smirking very sexily, in Draco's opinion. To anyone else, Harry would look very creepy with that look on his face.
"What was that, Draco?" he asked, looking at him closely, mocking him silently.
"Nothing, Potter." Draco spat out, with so little venom in his words that Harry almost laughed aloud (keyword here: almost). *Somebody* was going soft. Or, perhaps, that was just the way Harry made him: one big softie.
"Oh, so it's Potter, now? And was that a gasp I pulled from you? I must say, it sounded quite unlike you;rather loud." Harry gently teased, eyes glittering with mischeif.
"Quit it, *Harry*." said Draco, blushing slightly as Harry tickled his arse lovingly. The-boy-who-was-famous-for-doing-something-he-couldn't-even-remember reached down and grabbed Draco's...ahem, naughty bit. A gasp similar to his previous one emitted from Draco's mouth as Harry held *it* firmly, before letting go to look teasingly at Draco's flushed face.
"'Quit it?' Whatever you say, Draco." Harry smirked tauntingly at him one last time before walking back over to where he was previously. He sat down and continued to clean the cauldrons, humming to himself.
Draco stood there for a moment later, still in shock at what Harry had done, and even more suprised that Harry had left him hanging like that. Trying his best to regain his Malfoy composure, he walked over to his desk, scribbled down another note to Harry (twas his nature to write when he felt he could'nt talk), and threw it over to him right before Snape walked in. The hooked-nose man walked over to his desk and sat down, then looked at Draco expectantly. "Did Potter behave himself, Mister Malfoy?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Draco smirked openly. "Oh, not at all, Professor. He was very naughty indeed, did'nt clean a single cauldron." Well, that was partly true. Snape did'nt need to know exactly what Harry had done in his absence.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor." Snape said, inwardly happy to have a reason-any reason- to take points from Gryffindor. "Stop slacking and get to work, Potter, or it'll be another 30 points." As The Greasy Git turned back to his papers, Harry quietly unfolded the parchment in his palm. He read it two times over:
Harry-
Naughty, Harry. Naughty you are. I never knew you could be so bad. I like you even more when you're fiesty like that. Of course, don't think I won't pay you back for getting me all turned on and then leaving me for your own amusement.
-Draco
Harry blushed a bit and quickly tried to hide it, but Draco noticed the pink color of his cheeks and smirked, clearly satisfied. He had the upper hand again, just as a Malfoy always should.
Still smirking, he stood abruptly and walked over to the front of the classroom to face Snape.
"Thank you for letting me do my homework in your classroom, Professor." Draco tried to resist the urge to chuckle. Too bad he didn't get a chance to do Harry yet.
"I presume you're done then?" said Snape, apparently too busy to look up. Well, excuse me.
'Not completly done,thanks to Harry.' Draco thought amusedly of how the green-eyes monster (Harry) had left him hanging. Now the moment was over.
Draco nodded at Snape. "Yes, sir."
"You may go, then." Snape went back to grading all those damn papers again (how many students does he have???), and Draco chanced a quick wink at Harry, who blushed and looked away, much to Draco's amusement, before exiting the classroom.
Harry angrily blushed deeper. He knew Draco just loved to torment him with those damn winks. He ignored the dirty thoughts of "punishment" running through his head, and continued scrubbing cauldrons.
An hour and about 11 cauldrons later, his detention was over. The golden boy was walking down the empty corridor (these corridors, why are they always desserted?) when he almost had a heart attack when he felt a hand slip into his own. He looked to his left, and relaxed when he saw it was only Draco. For a minute there, he had thought it was a death eater coming to get revenge, but laughed inwardly at the thought when he realized that there was no way a death eater would sneak up on him and hold his hand.
Harry looked to Draco who had fallen in step beside him. "Well, it's about time. I've been standing out here for atleast an hour." Draco said.
Touched, Harry smiled. "Thanks for waiting, then."
Draco only grunted and lightly squeezed his hand in response, his equivelent of 'You're welcome'.
"Why did you wait, anyway?" Harry asked interestedly.
Draco shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. "I had nothing better to do."
"Hmm-mm." Harry said, smiling slightly. Riiight.
"Plus, I, um, wanted to walk you to your dorm, well, not *to* your dorm, but as far as I can go without being, you know, seen. It can be, uh, dangerous in these halls, wanna make sure no one tries to jump your bones. That's my job." Draco stuttered out, uncharacteristically blushing slightly.
Harry smiled at him. "Well, thank you. How very kind of you, Draco."
"Yeah, I know." Draco mumbled, as Harry just continued to smile annoyingly, but oh-so-cutely, at him.
Finally, they reached the corridor where they had to go their separate ways.
"Well, this is my stop. I'll see 'ya tommorow, then, I guess." Harry said, smiling one last time before he turned to go.
Before he could leave, Harry felt a hand grab his arm and pin him against the stone wall of the corridor. He felt lips meet his own, and he eagerly deepened the kiss. He gasped into Draco's mouth when he felt the other man's hand briefly grab his you-know-what, light as a feather, and disappear faster than Gryffindor house points in double potions with the Slytherins.
Just as they were really getting somewhere, Draco pulled away to lean towards Harry's ear.
"Now who's in charge?" Breathlessly, Harry involuntarily shivered as warm breath hit his ear. Draco's smirk only widened as he pulled away.
"Good night, Harry. Do sleep well." And with that, Draco walked off towards the Slytherin common room, leaving a very hot and bothered Harry hanging for the second time that day.
Trying to steady his furiously beating heart, Harry eventually continued walking towards the Gryffindor common room and to the house potrait, not noticing a pair of silver eyes following his every movement, making sure no harm could befall his beloved green-eyed angel.
The Boy Who Lived entered the Gryffindor common room, potrait swinging shut behind him. Apparently satisfied, the owner of the pair of silver eyes smirked to himself as he headed towards his own prefect dorm.
"Get some sleep, Harry. You're going to need it."
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Next Chapter: Um, I'm not sure, really. But one thing I do know is that there is a very emotional chapter coming up that deals with some serious revelations and trechery lurking. That might be next. Yes, I think so.
I'll try to make the next chapter a long one, but I make no promises (as always).
Author's Note: Done. Finally. Well, what did you think? Please review. I'm already almost half-way done with the next chapter, so expect that soon. Also, I'm planning to put Harry and Draco in a Quidditch match. Who do you think I should have catch the snitch? Um, another question: Does Draco know about The Order and Sirius' alleged "death"? Been a while since I read the 5th book, please help me out. ~SilentShadow007 aka Venomtongue~