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Well, here's chapter two. I really should try and make these longer... Or do you think they're an okay length?
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Chapter Two - Premonition
"I don't believe this! The second day here, and I'm bound to Malfoy for god knows how long!"
'It's not going so hot for me either, Potter...' Malfoy's retort drifted into his head. Harry shuddered. He was going to have to stop doing that.
Ron shook his head sympathetically. "Must be tough..."
Neville, who had been apologizing for the rest of the period, still looking thoroughly unhappy. "I am so sorry, Harry. I really didn't mean — "
"I know, Neville," Harry sighed. "It wasn't your fault. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Have you have any problems with the effects so far?" Hermione asked him, ever the diligent student."
"Well, other than the insults we were passing back and forth in Potions, I've heard nothing else. And I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything to him" Harry replied, lying a bit. He didn't want to make Neville feel any worse than he already did.
"Good. Maybe if I research this a little, I can help think up an antidote," she smiled. Harry nodded his head gratefully.
"Thanks. Anything would help. I really appreciate it," he said. "As soon as possible."
Later that evening, after a long day of watching what he was thinking and worrying over how he would get separated from Malfoy, Harry was grateful to go to bed early. It was too much of a hassle, dwelling on this bonding potion thing. He needed a good night's sleep.
Harry was standing in a dark, eerie room that he couldn't seem to place. The blinds were drawn shut, the only light coming from a melting candle on the wall. In the room were two people he DID recognize: Lucius Malfoy and Lord Voldemort himself.
Harry tried to cry out, but found that he couldn't make a sound. Or move for that matter. He was just standing there. Harry glanced around the room, trying to figure out what was happening. Was it another one of his premonition-type dreams? Or just a regular old dream?
Voldemort was telling Malfoy Sr. something, so softly that Harry couldn't hear what he was saying. Malfoy looked precariously frightened, as if he knew what was coming next. As Voldemort drew out his wand, Malfoy let out a quick breath and Harry knew what was coming as well.
"We do not tolerate failures so easily, Lucius..." Voldemort hissed. "Avada Kedavra!"
The blinding green light filled the room, and the last thing Harry saw of Mr. Malfoy before he collapsed in a heap were his pale gray eyes, so startlingly like his son's.
Then he blacked out.
Harry was determined to ignore the strange dream and go to class undisturbed. Aside from telling Ron and Hermione, he did nothing else. But when he had the same dream the next night, and the night after that, he knew something was up. So, the four days after he had the first dream, Harry walked determinedly up to Malfoy during Thursday morning breakfast.
"Malfoy," he said, as Draco Malfoy turned around in his seat.
"Hm?" Malfoy replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I need to talk to you," Harry answered. "Preferably alone." He glanced disdainfully at the rest of the Slytherins who were listening in to the conversation.
Malfoy shrugged and got up, beckoning Harry to follow him to the doors where no one could hear them unless they got up. "So what is it?"
"Have you been having any strange dreams lately?" Harry asked, getting right to the point.
"And why would you want to know?" Malfoy smirked, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Because," Harry snapped, disregarding the Malfoy's smirk, "I've been having dreams about your dad." Harry paused as Malfoy's smirk grew wider, and he blushed. "That didn't come out right. I mean, like premonition-type dreams."
"So?" Malfoy said. "Why would I care?"
"Because I haven't had any of these sort of dreams for almost two years," Harry responded. "And now, all of a sudden, I'm having them again. I think it's because of that Bonding potion."
"To answer your question, no, I have not been having dreams about my father." He smirked again. "Why, what was in them?"
"Well, if my dream is real, then your dad is dead."
Harry saw Malfoy look surprised for a moment, but that moment quickly disappeared.
"We shouldn't look too much into it," he shrugged. "After all, you DO have a tendency to over-exaggerate things."
Harry glared at Malfoy, but the two of them said no more as they went back to their respective tables amongst the whispers of the students. The mail had just arrived when Harry sat down.
"Anything good?" he asked, helping himself to some toast.
Hermione was staring at the newspaper cover in shock. Ron, having more control over his reaction than her, yanked it out of her hands and shoved it into Harry's hands.
Death in the Ministry
Lucius Malfoy found dead in his three-story mansion
"Oh my god," Hermione was still muttering later that day. "I can't believe it. But you haven't had any sort of dreams like this for a while!"
"I know, Hermione," Harry muttered. "I suspect the bonding potion."
"Yes, that's probably the most likely cause...something in it stirred up your link with Voldemort, or maybe being connected with Malfoy... How was he, by the way?"
"What? How would I know? I haven't talked to him all day," Harry replied. "Besides, why would I care?"
"Because, you should," Hermione scolded him. "It doesn't matter who, if anybody loses a family member, you should comfort them."
"I'm not going to comfort him." Harry made a face. "But, I guess I can talk to him...maybe about the bonding thing."
"Good idea. I heard he was going to the library," Hermione informed him.
"What, did you plan this all out ahead of time?"
"Of course not, silly. Now go."
And Harry snuck out of the common room before Hermione could do anything more drastic.
Down in the library, Harry found Malfoy sitting alone in a corner, book spread open on his lap. He didn't look very upset.
"Oi," Harry greeted the blonde.
Malfoy looked up from his book, startled. "Oh, it's just you, Potter. What do you want?"
Harry was surprised to hear the statement echo through his head. It must be because Malfoy used his name. Wait, did that mean that the stuff he discussed with Hermione could be heard by Malfoy too? Or just the sentences with his name?
Harry glowered as he sat down in the armchair across from Malfoy. "Geez, that's nice. Hermione badgered me into coming to find you and see how you were."
"Why?"
"Stupid. Because your dad died."
"Oh. That. I know, it's too bad."
"T-too bad? Even if you didn't like your father, you could at least feel sorry!"
"Well, I don't. But thank's for checking anyway, so go away."
"What is with you! Don't you have a shred of human emotion?"
"I guess not."
The two sat facing each other, eyes locked in an angry staring contest. Malfoy's cold gray eyes managed to stare down Harry's soft green ones, and he looked away quickly.
"Fine. If you want it that way, I'll go," he growled, getting up.
"...I appreciate it..."
Harry paused and turned around. "Huh?"
"Even if Granger did force you to come, I appreciate it," Malfoy repeated, placing the book he had been reading on the table next to his chair. Harry could see now that the book was titled, Premonitions and Forewarning.
"Read anything interesting?" Harry asked, pointing to the book.
"Not really. I guess what I really should be looking up is the Bonding potion. Anything to get us apart."
"Yeah...Hermione said she was working on it..."
"Great," Malfoy said derisively. "The wonder woman of Hogwarts is on our side."
"Hey — "Harry started, but Malfoy held up his hands.
"Chill. I was just joking." He smiled and let out a small laugh.
Harry stared. That was the first that he had ever seen him smile without that nasty look on his face. Malfoy really wasn't that bad looking when he was smiling...
"Are you checking me out?" Malfoy asked, grinning even more at Harry's spreading blush.
"No way! I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said sharply.
"Yes you do. You said I really wasn't that bad looking when I smiled," Malfoy replied. As Harry's blush got an even darker shade of red than Ron could ever go, he reached out a hand and pulled off Harry's glasses, laughing. "It's alright. Everyone does that eventually."
"Hey! Give me those!" Harry exclaimed, making a grab for his glasses. Malfoy however, held them up out of Harry's reach.
"Why? This is much more fun," he smiled.
"Bastard," Harry muttered, attempting to snatch his glasses out of Malfoy's grip.
"That was a bit harsh now, don't you — "
Malfoy never finished the sentence, because at that moment Harry managed to grab hold of his glasses. However, he tripped over a stool in the process, falling forward onto Malfoy. The two landed in the armchair in a very awkward position.
The two lay there, too stunned to do anything. Harry could hear Malfoy's unsteady breathing, his head being pressed up against Malfoy's chest. After a moment, they seemed to realize what they were doing. Harry gasped, feeling Malfoy's hips rub against his own as Malfoy tried to get up. It felt, surprisingly good...
"God, Potter! You're such a klutz!" Malfoy sputtered, shoving Harry's glasses back at him. Harry took them quickly, shoving them back on.
"Me? You're the one that took my glasses in the first place! It's your fault!" he snapped back.
They stood there for another minute, not saying anything, until —
"Whatever," Malfoy muttered. I'm going back to my house. Tell Granger good luck with the antidote."
"Yeah, sure," Harry replied, and followed Malfoy out of the library and then headed up to his own house. He really needed a cold shower, and he didn't like the reason why.
Neh? Everyone's so OOC... sighs. Oh well. They only get worse... I'm so stupid. Anyway, reviews please?