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"Pansy! What are you doing here?" Draco shouted at the figure on his bed. As he took a second look at the girl, Draco felt disgusted. Clad in only a skimpy nightdress, her hair spilling over her shoulders, Pansy gave Draco a wink as she climbed on all fours towards the blonde.
"Drakee… don't you want me?" Pansy purred, as her nightdress fell forward, revealing her ample bosoms. Witnessing her seductions, Draco felt nauseous. Drawing out his wand, Draco pointed it straight at the advancing vamp.
"Don't force me to hex you, Pansy. I guarantee it is not going to be pretty!" stammered Draco.
"Ooh Drakee… it's enough that you're pretty…" Pansy stepped of the bed, and it was then when Draco realised how short her dress was. Or should it be how long her camisole was?
"Pansy! Get away from me!" Draco warned. He considered the prospect of opening the door and running out, but that gives rise to another problem: how to fend off the rest of the Slytherin house waiting for him outside? Draco panicked. He gripped his wand tightly and muttered a random swear word before the curse left his mouth: "Petrificus Totalus!"
In a split second after the curse left his wand, Pansy froze in her action and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Draco winced as he heard a resounding "crack"; the poor girl must have broken something.
Gripping his wand and running the hexes through his mind, Draco took a deep breath and threw open his door. As he anticipated, the Slytherin household were all fighting to throw themselves on him. "Immobulus!" Draco shouted. Housemates were frozen in their actions; some were lunging at him, Tracey Davis was caught in a middle of some sort of dance and Nott was holding the oddest of artefacts- handcuffs, whips and icing sugar. Draco pushed past the students and hurried out of the Slytherin dungeon. "I can never go back there."
Taking off at full speed, Draco arrived at Professor Snape's private quarters and started yelling at the wizard in the portrait. Draco had obviously forgotten the password, and was spouting strings of expletives at the poor portrait.
"What do you think you are doing, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape's voice boomed out loud from behind the door as he opened it. Snape could tell it was Draco standing outside and insulting his door-wizard; no other student would dare dream of raising their voices at his door. Opening the door, Snape merely smirked at the flustered boy before letting him in.
"Sev, you've got to help me! I can't go back to the Slytherin dungeon! Everyone's trying to jump me!" Draco ranted, inviting himself to recline on the red chaise lounge in Snape's sitting room. "Hey, why is this thing red?" Draco exclaimed with distaste; red was a Gryffindor colour after all. The Professor shrugged, unwilling to comment more on his secret love for the colour red.
"So, as I was saying," resumed Draco, "I cannot ever step into the Slytherin dungeon again. Talk to that old bat for me Sev, I need my own private quarters."
"I assume old bat means the Headmaster, Mr. Malfoy." Snape rolled his eyes at Draco's insolence, though himself agreeing. "Yes, I will speak to him. Now run along."
"Where do you expect me to go? I can't possibly be hanging around like some sort of … meat where everyone wants a piece of! I'm staying here tonight!" Draco objected to Snape's request for him to leave. "Please Sev, I really can't go anywhere." Batting his eyelids, Draco unintentionally turned on his veela charms on the Potions master.
"Urgh, spare me from the veela thing, save it for your boyfriend," snorted Snape. "All right, you can stay here tonight. I'll go talk to the old bat."
"The old bat?" Draco grinned. "And stop the boyfriend thing, we're not exactly together you know." The grin widened. Draco unknowningly twirled his silver blond locks around his fingers, grinning like a silly little girl.
"Argh, whatever." Severus groaned, noting Draco's effeminate gestures. "Don't you leave the room unless if you want to be some sort of … meat." Snape left the room and went off towards Dumbledore's office.
Noting his own gestures, Draco threw his hand away from his hair and groaned in disgust. He really had to find ways to keep his veela instincts down, or he would drive himself and the people around him crazy. Suddenly, he heard someone knock on Snape's door. Remembering what Snape had said about not leaving the room, Draco was apprehensive about opening the door.
"Malfoy! Open up!" A muffled voice came through the door and Draco froze. It sounded like Harry. Disregarding Snape's warning, Draco threw open the door to find no one outside.
"Who are you? Reveal yourself!" shouted Draco as he held out his wand. Suddenly, Draco felt a hand push him further into the room, and that same invisible force slammed the door shut, drawing rude exclamations from the portrait. Harry dropped his invisibility cloak and revealed himself to Draco, who gasped in shock.
"How did you find me? And what's that thing? You own an invisibility cloak?" Draco asked.
"Eh, yes, that's an invisibility cloak, and yes, I have a map that shows where everyone is in Hogwarts, and when I saw the whole Slytherin house ambushing outside your door I knew something was wrong and I was worried…" Harry blabbered uncontrollably.
"Wait, you said you were worried about me?" Draco beamed at the thought of his mate actually worrying about him. Harry was consequently taken aback. He had never seen Draco smile that way, or in fact, never seen Draco smile. Harry could not help but admit that the blonde was good looking; how soft the shiny hair that reflects the light in a myriad of colours, how translucent the skin that betrays Draco by showing the slightest hint of a blush, how well-built the boy was… Harry was leaning towards falling in love with Draco Malfoy.
"Right," stammered Harry, who knew none other appropriate response. He kept his eyes to the floor, knowing very well he was blushing- the last thing he wanted Malfoy to see.
"Well, I'm all right here, thanks for your concern." Draco replied, still grinning from ear to ear. His heart was simply fluttering, beating away on a fast tempo. He knew he was blushing, and somehow, his veela side decided to want to let Harry notice the blush. "Blushing is a sign of innocence, Draco-I-know-what-you-want-Malfoy," thought Draco. One could easily visualize two beings sitting on Draco's shoulder- the Devil and an angel.
"Eh, since you're all right, I guess I should leave now," Harry stammered. His eyes still on the ground, Harry's left foot began to sweep at a speck of non-existence dust on the the floor. "Good night." Harry looked up at Draco and bade his farewell. As he made his way to the door, Draco gasped.
"Don't go!" Draco squeaked. Harry turned around and stared at the blonde boy. "Eh, I'll be bored. I do need to keep someone here to entertain me." Upholding his Malfoy pride, Draco clarified. After all, he was still rationale enough to not show his immense urge to want to take Harry there and then; regardless if it was Snape's quarters or not.
"I'm not amusing," shrugged Harry, as he pursed his lips to refrain from grinning.
"Then you better try harder." Draco smirked. "Watching your nice ass is entertaining enough. Or you could strip. Tee-hee."
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Meanwhile, Professor Snape quickened his steps as he rounded the corner to the Headmaster's office. Pausing before the two gargoyles, Snape muttered "lemon drops" and waited for the spiral staircase to appear.
"Headmaster," Snape started. "Mr. Malfoy is in danger," he hesitated, "already."
"Ah, yes, Severus," the wrinkly wizard acknowledged, a constant twinkle in his eyes. "Would you like some lemon drops?" Professor Dumbledore had this strange habit of offering his favourite candy to his visitors, regardless if they were in peril or not.
"I then assume you know of Draco's heritage then," Severus rejected the candy and sat down on a chair before the Headmaster's table. Being Draco's godfather, Professor Snape was certainly worried for the safety of the boy, not only against the rest of Hogwarts, but from the Dark Lord. It was almost certain that if Voldemort receives news that Draco is a veela, he would definitely want to exploit Draco's powers.
"Severus, I trust you have an adequate store of moonstone to prepare the Veela Draught," hinted Professor Dumbledore. Upon hearing this comment, Snape nodded in agreement. The only way to help the rest of Hogwarts was to have the population consume the Veela Draught, such that they can resist the charms Draco exuded. As the Potions teacher stood up to take leave, the Headmaster spoke again.
"I have prepared a private dormitory for Mr. Malfoy. Go to the third floor corridor, the portrait of the silver snake next to Fluffy's room. The password is draconis." His eyes gave a twinkle again. It was often wondered why and how the Headmaster's eyes twinkled so much, like as though his eyes could convey the most subtle of messages. Professor Snape then left the room without a word of gratitude, his robes billowing beneath him. "Harry, you better leave soon," whispered the Headmaster to himself, as he looked at his own copy of the Marauder's Map, one he had Lupin crafted for him in Harry's third year. The headmaster smiled, as he noticed the dots labelled "Harry Potter" and "Draco Malfoy" in close proximity.
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"I can't believe Sev, he actually drinks this thing?" Draco gingerly picked up a bag of green tea. Taking a sniff at the tea leaves, Draco was surprised to find it actually pleasant smelling; it reminded him of jasmine.
"Are you sure it's all right for us to just raid his stuff?" Harry asked. Studying the Marauder's Map, Harry was shocked to see the strange happenings in the Slytherin dungeon. "Hey Draco, what are your housemates doing?"
Draco went over to Harry, who was leaning against Snape's table and peered over his shoulder at the map. The dots representing the sixth-years where piling atop of each other, all squeezed in a small space. "Oh, they're playing Twister again," drawled Draco. It was a muggle game, no doubt, but the Slytherins enjoyed it very much, for it gave excuses for "incidental" fondling and rubbing against each other.
"Isn't that a muggle game?" questioned Harry, raising his eyebrows at Draco, who merely shrugged. Draco resumed to his task of exploring Snape's immense tea collection, marvelled at how the Professor arranged his tea leaves according to the country of origin. All of a suddenly, Draco lit up and beamed at Harry. "You want to play Twister?"
"What?" choked Harry, "here, now? The two of us?"
"Yes, duh," chirped Draco, apparently very amused and turned on by the thought of playing Twister with Harry. "This gives me a reason to get close to my dear Harry… tee hee."
"Eh…" Harry hesitated. Glancing down at his map, he noticed the dot representing the Potions teacher moving towards his quarters. "Oh no, Snape's coming. I've got to hide." In a split second, Harry disappeared under his invisibility cloak and stood in a discreet corner in the room. Draco had no reaction time whatsoever, and gasped when Snape opened the door.
"Why, shocked to see me in my own quarters?" Snape snorted. Draco smirked and did not reply. "Well, I sent a house elf to gather your belongings, your new room is at the third floor corridor, behind the portrait of a silver snake. Password is draconis. Go there now and stay there," Snape continued, scribbling a note for Draco, just in case Filch caught him wandering about. "I trust you don't me to escort you, now that your boyfriend is here." Snape stared at the corner Harry was in. The careless Gryffindor had accidentally stepped on a corner of his cloak and his shoes where revealing themselves. Harry gulped and removed the cloak. The potions teacher merely rolled his eyes as he handed the note to Draco; after adding Harry's name down as well.
"Thanks Sev, you're the best," chuckled Draco.
"Potter, let me warn you, I will not let you off if I find one hair missing from Draco, you understand?" snapped the Professor. Harry merely nodded. With that, the two walked out the Potions Master's room and went in search of the portrait.
"Potter, do we really have to do this?" whispered Draco. Harry had made them walk under the invisibility cloak, which is not exactly what one would call "twin size". "We have the note for Filch, remember?"
"Well, you never know who else might be lurking in the shadows," replied Harry as he held the cloak awkwardly around the both of them. He was quite put off by having Malfoy's elbow knocking into his sides constantly, but did not complain.
"This is so awkward," complained Draco. Then all of a sudden, Draco put his arm around Harry's waist and justified, "this helps to compact us." Harry merely nodded, aware that the Slytherin's pale hand was circling his waist.
"This feels good," thought Harry. Grinning, the Gryffindor decided to take things a step further; he placed one around Draco's shoulder. He could swear that he heard the boy gasped, and the grin widened. Feeling a need to justify his actions, Harry merely muttered a "we're still taking up too much space". This time, it was Draco's turn to grin.
Turning a corner, they finally arrived at the portrait of the silver snake. "Draconis," spoke Draco and the snake hissed before swinging the door open. The two gasped at the tastefully decorated room; dark green carpet lined the entire area and the walls decorated with wallpaper of the same shade. In exploring the private dormitory, the two found it really large. It consisted of a large sitting room, which can easily accommodate all the seventh-year students in Hogwarts, a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom.
Harry was fiddling with the fireplace in the sitting room, trying to figure out the contraption that held the floo powder when he heard Draco scream in the adjacent room. Rushing in and looking around, Harry failed to identify the problem that caused Draco to scream.
"Why? Why is there a red, a Gryffindork red chaise in my room too? Must be Sev! Argh!" Draco growled, staring hard at the offending piece of furniture sitting near his wardrobe.
"Ok…" Harry stuttered, having no comments or otherwise for Draco's sudden outburst over a piece of furniture, or even over a colour? Harry leaned by the door frame and gave Draco a look that simply spelt – "So?" Noticing Harry's gesture, Draco merely sulked and padded over to sit on his large double bed.
"Come on, it's just a colour… maybe it's for me?" Harry volunteered, not anticipating the Slytherin to agree, let alone jump up from his position and started chiding himself for his earlier behaviour. Harry smiled, "It's hard to love him, but it's also hard not to love him."
Author's notes: Actually this chapter wasn't supposed to end here… but I thought I wanted you all to guess what's going to happen next… :P Please R&R!
