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Chapter Two
Let the Games Begin
After Harry had finished his shower, he decided to just put a drying spell on his hair, since hopes of drying it with a towel would not end pretty. He figured that he should just leave it strait down, since there wasn't much else he could do with it. Obviously, Dumbledore had gone shopping for him, or something, because he no longer owned his other ratty, too big clothes. In their place, were five pairs of black slacks, five khaki slacks, about fifteen different colored long and short sleeved dress shirts. A pair of black boots and a pair of black dress shoes. Plus two pairs of jeans, a few different mess around shirts, sneakers, belts, three new black cloaks, one dark forest green cloak, new dress robes, his books, supplies, all of his new toiletries, ribbons for his hair to match each shirt, and a new book bag. He put on the dress pants, with a dark forest green dress shirt, his boots, and the dark green cloak. He figured if he was going to impress Draco, he might as well dress up for him. He looked at the clock and saw he was fifteen minutes late. Great… he thought glumly, they will have just finished the sorting, so at least I can make a glorious entrance.
He started off, going to the great hall, which was really only down the hall. He could hear Dumbledore giving the usual warnings and such. Guess now is good as any time to enter… So once there was silence, he pushed open the doors, and stepped in…
"Draco darling, don't you find it absolutely wonderful that we are finally going together as a real couple, I mean, this is what I have always wanted…" Pansy stated, clinging herself to Draco like there was no tomorrow. "I mean, everyone saw this coming…" Pansy cooed…does she love to hear herself talk or what….
"Pansy, for the last time, we are not a couple." Draco replied, prying Pansy's wandering hands off of his body. "The kiss, was nothing…please stop assuming things…it is rather annoying" Draco finished lamely, keeping his face of indifference pasted on, even though he was thoroughly disgusted. Even he couldn't take her constant attachment to him.
"Oh Draco, you tease," Pansy said, flinging her hand around, "You are so bashful…"
"Pansy, I am not…"
"Ah…Mr. Potter, so glad you could join us this wonderful evening." Dumbledore said, smiling, what looked like a very unDumbledoreishly smile.
"Holy Shit" Draco mumbled, along with just about every other student in the room.
Damn Dumbledore and his evil ways of showing me off… Harry thought, before walking off towards his table, where every head turned to look at him in wonder, astonishment, and envy.
"Oh, leave it to Potter to ruin things, huh Draky-pooh," Pansy cooed, latching onto him as if they were joined at he waist. But Draco didn't even notice, because his attention was on the unbelievingly beautiful god walking only feet in front of him. God Potter has changed…Mmmm Mmmm good! Draco thought, smiling slightly. Wait, this is Potter, I can't possibly find him attractive, with his new clothes and hair and body and oh god… Draco could feel himself getting hard at just the thought…Oh great, Potter turns me on…
As Harry sat down between Hermione and Ginny, He finally braved a look at Draco. He was openly staring at him. At least he looks interested…Harry thought.
"Harry" Hermione said, faltering slightly, "what have you done to yourself?" She, unlike the Weasly's, had not seen him all summer. Her family had gone to Africa. The look of pure shock, confusion, and concern was all over her face. She still didn't know about him and Ron yet, but it was probably just as well. She'd only get stuck in the middle.
"Oh my god, Harry…" Ginny stated, shock covering her face as well. "I just saw you like three days ago. What happened to you…" she asked, but from one tired look on Harry's face, she knew to shut up and wait till he was ready to say anything about his new looks.
"I'll tell everyone, everything, later!" Harry said, annoyed, looking at everyone but Ron. Ron was just sitting, glaring between Harry and Draco.
"Well, as I was saying, We will hold a ball for sixth years and up on Halloween, so please send letters to retrieve your dress robes." That's why he bought me those robes, Harry thought.
"Well, lets start this feast, shall we?" Dumbledore smoothly waved his hand, and the tables blossomed with tons of hot food. Harry suddenly noticed how hungry he was and started piling food on his plate. This Schnyd thing must make me really hungry… Once he was well into his meal, he looked around and saw Ron glaring/staring at him. Hermione was eating, but looking at Harry warily every now and then. That's when someone walked in through the doors. A very handsome young man, about the age of him, he thought.
"Students, if I may have your attention, I would like us to welcome a new student, Ryan Taylor." At that, everyone started clapping, except Harry, who was watching Pansy maul Draco. "We have already done the sorting, and he will be in Slytherin." The Slytherin table erupted with applause, as Ryan went to go and sit next to Draco.
He better not try anything…Harry thought. Wow! I can't believe how natural it feels to be jealous if any one tries something with Draco… When did it become Draco…
He was almost as tall as Harry, with brown hair and eyes, and a very muscular build. The way he was dressed screamed gay. Great, we got a gay one on our hands…
Ah…man…why does Potter have to be so hot…god…I need to think of girls…girls…Pansy… "Pansy, kiss me…now!" Draco said, a little urgently. So she did…it was a little sloppy, spitty, and gross, and it felt all wrong, but it didn't last long. All of the sudden, the lights were flickering, glass was breaking, and Potter was marching over there with an expression of pure hatred. It all was a little weird but as Potter got closer, Draco felt better and weaker all at once. Once Potter was at their table Pansy grabbed Draco around the waist and plainly stated, "What the hell do you want, Potter?"
"Why you little bitch…" Harry said, raising his arm, and at the same time, lifting Pansy off the ground. He can do wandless magic…Draco thought, all the while Pansy was dangling only a few feet in the air and Potter was glaring daggers…for once his anger isn't directed at me…
"Don't you ever touch him again…" Harry warned, before Dumbledore stood up and calmly called out his name. That's when Draco noticed, that Harry's eyes were pitch black, his nails were very long, and he had never seen him look so deadly.
"Mr. Potter, perhaps you should come over here for a moment. Please put Miss Parkinson down." Dumbledore said.
Harry did, a little forcefully, and she moved across the other side of the table. He then eyed Draco calmly, gave him a discreet wink, and walked over to Dumbledore, where they, plus Snape, McGonagall, and Hagrid walked through another door that led to a separate room.
What was that all about…Draco thought.
"So, your name is Draco is it…for Dragon." Ryan said smoothly to Draco. He is obviously trying to flirt…Draco thought.
"Oh good job, you and the rest of the world know…" Draco said, a little spacey. Can't he tell when I am not interested. He really wasn't paying much attention to anyone right now. He could only think of Har…Potter.
"Touchy are we…well we'll just see about that…" Ryan said, before winking and turning around to finish his dinner.
What is it with everyone winking at me tonight…and what's up with Har…Potter and his friends…not so chatty tonight…and why was he about to kill Pansy over me? And his new look is all too weird. I saw him in Diagon Alley a week ago, and he looked the same way he always did. Definitely time to interrogate Sev about this…Wonder if Father knows anything either…
After a little explaining to the rest of the teachers, Snape had heard enough, and predictably exploded.
"Oh this is a disaster," Severus seethed, "Can't you control yourself just a little? You practically strangled a student in front of the whole school! Are you just completely insane! And why does it have to be my godson, couldn't you find anyone else?"
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…is that all you can do is bitch?" Harry asked, giving Snape a deadly glare. "I saw my mate being mauled by that overgrown ape, what was I supposed to do?" Harry said, pacing back and forth.
"You can't speak to me that way, you little…" Snape started, but was cut off by Harry throwing him against the wall and holding him there with an invisible force. His eyes were blood red, and the power radiating through his body was blowing his hair wild. He was standing almost 10 feet away and he could still control his magic.
"I am so tired of your blabbing, so just, shut up. Would ya?" Harry said, before releasing him. Snape fell to the floor, holding his sore neck. "And who I choose as my mate," Harry went on, waving his hands around, "is no concern of you. So butt out if you can't handle your godson getting jiggy with "the boy who lived"", Harry added, sarcastically with a smile.
Snape seemed to redden at the statement, but kept his mouth shut.
"Mr. Potter, you need to calm down. Taking your anger out on your Professor isn't going to do any good or make Draco want you." Dumbledor said, and then as an afterthought, "But at least you are finally accepting your love for young Mr. Malfoy, and the whole school knows as well so…"
"Wait, who said that I wanted him…" Harry started, but stopped because it was sort of true. He was starting to actually not hate the guy as much. Sure it wasn't love, but he wasn't expecting to fall for him all in one day. He had to get to know him better. This would take time, effort. Their hatred had gone on too long for just an overnight recovery.
Dumbledore smiled but was serious, "All in all my boy, you should respect you teachers. We only want to help. Your condition is special, and we are learning with you."
"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I don't like being special all the time. That I don't like the whole world watching my every move and that if I had one ounce of normalcy in me, the whole world would probably die of shock." Harry took a deep breath and then continued. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find out that not only are you no longer a full wizard, like you thought you were, but instead, three different creatures. It's bizarre. This would only happen to me," Harry said pointing at himself. "I'm tired of being a savior and the freak. I want, no I need to be normal." Harry said, sounding desperate. "It would be a lot of help, if you guys didn't treat me like some porcelain doll," Harry said, before storming out of the room, back into the great hall.
"Harry's right." Dumbledor sighed. "We need to try and treat him like any other student. Separation only increases awareness. He needs to feel as normal as he possibly can." Dumbledore started to walk out, but turned back around and said, "I would also like for you to all help me compose a list of Harry's new abilities and such, so that he can better himself, and act more "normal" with the other students. Research on Veelas, elves, and vampires would be a great place to start." He then turned around, and walked back into the great hall.
"Oh wait," Dumbledore said, walking back into the room, "We will not tell any of the students anything," he said, eyeing Snape. "We will leave that up to Mr. Potter, when he is ready."
"But Headmaster," McGonagall said, speaking for the first time since they had come in there, "What about his blood craving? And how is he mixed with so many different species?" She asked. "His parents weren't like that…I don't think."
"Ah professor, so many questions, that we don't have answers to. That will take time and much research on our part. As for the blood cravings, we should wait until he gets them, but I think only his mate can satisfy it. We may be providing someone else's blood, until they get together." Dumbledore finally smiled, and walked out of the room, finally, not returning.
"Well I guess we should return to dinner. I didn't get to finish my meal." Hagrid said, before walking through the door that Harry and Dumbledore had left through."
"Yeah, well I guess I'll go to. No reason to just stand here doing nothing." McGonagall said, before she also walked out.
"Well," Snape half whined and said, "My godson is going to be with the "the boy who lived." Just great. Wait till his Father finds out. Shit's going to hit the fan." Snape threw his hands up in the air in frustration before he also left to go and finish his meal.
Meanwhile, while the teachers are still talking…
Harry stormed back into the Great Hall, frown fixed on his face, and sat back down between Hermione and Ginny, who both looked at him fearfully and concerned, but didn't move.
"Harry," Hermione asked, "Are you alright?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in towards him, so that he could whisper if he wanted to.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered softly, patting her hand and then grabbed it, holding it firmly in his grasp.
"Do you want to leave now? We can leave a little early if you want. You look exhausted." She said, squeezing his hand. He looked up at her, his eyes rimmed with tears that threatened to fall down. He looks horrible…
"He nodded, standing up, still holding on to her hand. He looked around the room, and finally noticed that the whole entire school was staring at him. Some with fear in their eyes and some with lust. He didn't care though, because when he looked at Draco, his were full of concern, even though Harry was sure Draco was unaware of it. He wouldn't knowingly give me that look…
"So, you come here late, and nearly kill a student, but get off scot-free." Ron said, standing up, blocking Harry's path through the tables. "Must be nice, not having to worry about ever getting in trouble." Ron said his eyes full of hatred. He glanced down at Harry and Hermione's linked hands and scowled, grabbing her by the wrist, so that her hand broke free of Harry's. "Where do you think you're going with my girlfriend? Huh? Are you gonna nearly strangle her too, or just mess around for some fun?" Ron asked, pulling her away form Harry, so that she was standing next to him.
"Ron, let me go, we were just going to the common room." She said trying to pull her wrist out of Ron's hand, but he was much stronger than she was. "What's wrong with you, why are you so mad at Harry?" She asked him, still trying to pry her wrist from his hand.
"Oh, he hasn't told you yet?" Ron asked her, his face only inches from hers. "Well let me tell you then."
"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "What happened between me and you is not for the whole school to know, got it." He said. He grabbed Hermione's wrist from Ron's hand and pulled her back to him. "And if I want to talk with my best friend, then I can. I don't need you questioning what we do." Harry said, scowling at Ron. The whole school was watching their little fight. "Now, if you don't mind moving out of the way…" Harry started, but was cut off by Ron.
"Fuck you traitor," Ron bellowed, before landing a punch right on Harry's jaw. Harry fell backward a couple of feet, releasing Hermione's hand (who looked as though she might faint) but quickly regained his footing.
"Alright, if you want to fight then…" Harry said before punching Ron so hard that he literally flew backward, crashing on the top of the Slytherin table.
Everyone could see that Harry's eyes were pitch black and that his nails looked like they could cut glass, but they were all in total shock. A fight between Harry and Ron, the two best mates in the whole school. Something was definitely up.
Why did he call him traitor, Draco thought. And when did Potter get so strong?
Meanwhile, Harry jumped up onto the table, with the swiftness of a cat, and straddled over Ron, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up.
He hadn't realized it, but he was on the Slytherin table, and their was Draco, staring at him with a mixture of fear and wonder. Holy shit, what am I doing…He looked down at Ron and noticed he had broken his jaw. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Headmaster come back in, so he dropped Ron back down, and walked quickly out of the Great Hall. He knew he'd be in for it, but he couldn't control his anger and he couldn't take all of the stares. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck he chanted in his head, all the way back to his room. Some way to impress Draco…he thought sadly.
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