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Part three. HP/DM. Rated R for language and other things. Sorry for the way the scene jumped, but things have to move a bit quickly. Big surprise in this chapter.
Thanx.
Payback
By: WhyteRoze28
Chapter 4
Draco Malfoy was smiling broadly as he walked down the halls. Heads turned and people stared at him confused. Draco Malfoy never smiled.
Draco noticed the stares, but they didn't bother him. It had been almost a week since that night in the Room of Requirements, and he was still glowing. 'And to think,' he chuckled to himself, 'if it hadn't been for Harry's friends, it might have ended differently.'
As he sat down at an empty table in Potions, he thought back to that day, two weeks ago in the Three Broomsticks.
Draco had been standing at the counter, paying for his Butterbeer when Weasley and Granger walked in. They had appeared to be fighting, so he moved closer, sitting at a table where he could hear them without being seen.
"Honestly, Ron, he's a pretty decent fellow, once you get past the fact that he's a Slytherin." Granger, of course, but who was she defending?
"I don't give a rat's ass! He's dating my little sister!"
Draco smirked. So Weasley had found out about Ginny and Blaise. It had only taken him two months. How fucking thick was he?
"Honestly, Ron, why do you think she never told you? She knew you'd react like this!" Granger sounded pissed. "And now that you know how Harry feels, you should try to be a bit more accepting of Blaise."
Draco was stunned. What did Harry Potter have to do with Blaise Zabini?
Weasley growled. "So. Harry's got a thing for Malfoy. It doesn't mean..."
The rest of Weasley's comment was lost as Draco focused on that statement. 'Harry's got a thing for Malfoy.' But then his ears picked up his name again.
"So what if it's Malfoy? Blaise told me yesterday... after overhearing our conversation with Harry... that he thinks the feeling might be mutual."
'Damn,' Malfoy had thought, glad no one could see him turning red. 'That Zabini doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.'
But it had all worked out in the end. The whole week before the confrontation, Draco had caught those green eyes staring at him, and he'd even intercepted a few looks, making Harry blush and look away.
And then that damn letter had come from his mother. She had pleaded for him to forgive his father before it was too late. And she had ranted about Harry, and how he had escaped form Voldemort yet again. Draco had seen it from her point of view, and he'd flared up. His mother always had that effect on him.
But then he'd run into Harry, and it had all been forgotten, as he watched the dark-haired boy unflinchingly shoulder the guilt.
Suddenly, Professor Snape stalked in, cloak billowing, and snapped him out of his reverie. When the Potions Master descended upon him, he was stunned.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are wanted in the Headmaster's office," he said, whispering, "the password is Kit Kat."
Draco stood up, and walked toward the door, catching a worried expression on Harry's face. He let a small smile cross his face, before he left the room.
On the walk, he let his mind wander. Had Dumbledore found out that he and Harry were lovers now? Was he going to be expelled? But then why wasn't Harry being sent too?
Before he could lapse into that train of thought, he reached the statue. Saying the password, he arrived in the office to find the Headmaster pacing.
"Professor?"
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Dumbledore said, smiling, but gravely. "Please sit down."
As Draco sat down, he couldn't help admiring the room, which he was seeing for the first time. It was very busy without being ostentatious.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you aware that no student has received a copy of the Daily Prophet or any other news-bearing paper in almost a week?"
Draco shook his head. This was what he had been sent for? It didn't make sense.
Then Professor Dumbledore spoke again. "And are you aware that your mother has been trying to reach you for just as long?"
At that, Draco took notice. "My mother, Sir? Do you know why? What does she want?"
The headmaster sat down behind his desk, suddenly looking even more ancient than Draco had thought he could. "It seems that your father's link to Voldemort was stronger than we knew. During the scheduled execution, there was a blinding flash, and Lucius disappeared."
Draco paled as he heard the news, and almost didn't catch Dumbledore's next words.
"Your father has escaped."