Second chapter for you guys! This one is short, I must say, however I have written the third chapter already, and even though I haven't edited it, its 14 pages already. Through editing it should come out at about 16, I hope.
Disclaimers apply as usual.
Draco's tangled image was to be seen storming down towards the dungeons in a manner of distaste. He was mad. So mad in fact that the paintings pretended to be lifeless to escape the blonde boys wrath.
Yes, Draco was pissed, at himself and at the fact that in less than hour he was to make an appearance in the lunch hall, just so no one thought he was dead.
He didn't feel like eating, he didn't feel like being seen. He wanted to stay inside his room, alone and with his thoughts.
But it hit him before he could reach the Slytherin common room entrance. He couldn't be there whilst the entire Slytherin population had nothing to do on the last day of term, in which all lessons were suspended for the hardworking sixth and seventh years. However Draco knew this was just a way to induce hard work to the students before they began to get distracted by the war.
So quickly, he turned on his heels, imminent not to be seen by any snake that happened to slide by and noted that it was still early in the day, and for that, most people probably wouldn't be up seeing as house party's ran through the castle like wild fire the previous night, seeing as there wasn't long before departure home.
His feet led him towards Dumbledore's office, and as he looked around to see if any teacher may be able to help him in, on the password sides of things, he saw Dumbledore himself walking straight towards entrance to his office.
"Young Malfoy, what may I help you with?" Dumbledore addressed Draco in the kindest of manners.
"I would… I need to talk to you, if that is ok?" Draco looked around for anyone with nosy ears.
"Yes, yes my boy, come in," Dumbledore said as if it wasn't a question, more of a sly command.
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Draco was sat comfortably in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore, they had been talking for nearly half an hour and Draco had begun to feel comfortable in front of the old man and managed to relax incredibly.
"You see, sir, it's the fact I can't stand Slytherin anymore. I just think the people inside of it are slightly… unjust.
I have to literally sleep with one eye open and-"
"Mr. Malfoy, have you ever even thought about telling someone of the way your being treated? We have been back to school for nearly five months.
But I understand that you need space and so I am recommending you either agree to moving houses or, faking your presence in the common room."
"I'm sorry sir, I don't want to move, I still have that much pride. And I don't understand the second option, how can anyone fake there presence without a very draining cloning spell?"
"Mr. Malfoy, I understand you have heard of a spell called the Persona Confucius?" Dumbledore asked, as if Draco knew and had simply forgotten it.
"Yes… I think…" Draco answered slowly.
"Well, it confuses anybody in the area the spell is cast. It makes them believe someone is there when they aren't. It works simply; all you have to do is cast the spell over any parts of Slytherin that you want, for example your sleeping quarters. When you cast the spell you have to think about what you're like in that place.
I shall ask you not to do it straight away, it shall take some practice," Dumbledore chuckled lightly, "I once cast the spell when I was just a little older than you are, and my mother thought there was someone watching her for about six weeks, but every time she turned around there was no one there.
So be careful, have some fun, but don't set it seriously until you're sure it can be reversed, and that it is working properly."
"Yes sir, now about the room?" Draco asked eager to be free of the 'Snake pit'.
"I take it you know where Mr. Potter's quarters are?" Dumbledore asked with no emotion in his voice.
"Yes," the Slytherin replied sceptically.
"Your new room shall be directly opposite that one, behind the portrait of 'The Weird Sisters.'" Draco froze.
'Straight from the snake pit and into the lions den huh?' he thought.
"Thank you sir." Draco stood to leave, ready to begin packing his things.
"Your welcome my boy. Oh, the password to your room is 'Pringle' and your stuff shall be there momentarily." Dumbledore smiled as Draco left, slightly unhappy but overcome with freedom.
He planned to practice the spell right away, and place it in Slytherin over the Christmas break.
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Draco's room was a mirror image of Harry's, complete with alcove and bathroom. He liked it, the space, the freedom, the... "New stereo player…" Draco looked puzzled.
Hogwarts was kind to its students, but not this kind. Beside the stereo was a new shiny black bass, a cd player and a letter which Draco opened and began to read.
Mr. Malfoy,
I have decided to equip you with one of these, for the troubles placed upon you over the years.
I know myself how music soothes the soul and aides study and I am hoping to introduce this to every student at Hogwarts, seeing as music had recently become a big part of the wizarding world.
The spells to make these work are Antillis Electro except the portable CD player which is Antillis min-electro.
Enjoy…
A.D
Draco smiled at the gifts that had all of a sudden appeared in his room.
"But when have I ever even begun to think about playing bass?" Draco asked to himself, as he began to walk towards the bathroom, shaking his head all the while, "Does he read peoples minds or something?"
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Harry had sat for the past hour like a gold fish. It was as if he had contracted a three second memory since the second Draco had left. His mind was simply reciting the 'Did he just kiss me' poem. Over and over again.
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Slightly further down the hall, the sounds of slow percussion could be heard from behind a wall which was covered by a rather large painting of the rare Japanese weaselhog.
The room behind the painting was a rather large, round room, with a second floor that looked more like a balcony over the main, common room.
On either side of the room were two doorways, which led too two different rooms equipped with en-suite bathrooms.
The quarters belonged to two very interesting students indeed, who were currently trying to take there frustration out on a new set of instruments provided by what they called, 'That old man.'
I just want to say thank you to my wonderful reviewers who gave me general good feedback!
I have to say now, that as soon as HBP comes out, I will make this story VERY AU, depending on its content. I know where I am going with this story so, I should be ok!
Also, this story shall contain characters, adapted from the manga/anime NARUTO. If anyone is unsure of these characters and plot line email me, I would be more than willing to explain.
Ash
