Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Believe me, you would KNOW if I did.
(A/N): I'm sorry if I ramble incessantly, but I am sick. I should be in school right now, but I have a cold, and I feel like crap. So, therefore, I am on painkillers, and those really do a number on my sanity! –Goes off to laugh hysterically into a couch cushion- Sorry 'bout that.
Starrarose: -muffled laughter- hehe yeah. Poor Harry –Shakes her head- thanks!
Corculum: yes, indeed. That is the explanation! Harry is such a wonderful boyfriend that Draco got over it! –she likes the idea-ponders it some more- Oooh, I loved your rambling. "'I think the bond is weakening! Quick, fuck me before it's too late!' " that was so funny. Hehe, good for you, you're perceptive! I thought it would be obvious too; that's why I did it! See, if the people reading it KNOW what is going to happen, and they're PRAYING it's not gonna happen, then it DOES, it's even worse for them, and makes them want to read more! –realizes that sentence made no sense-shrug- I blame it on the painkillers. Yeah, hehe, hyper IS fun! I won't make the story crap on your account (it'll be crap on my account -weeps-) I like hyper you! Thanks for the review!
Daniels Dark Angel: AAAAARGH that SUCKS! See, I only got your Chapter 10 review! Yeah, I haven't been getting them! Why would that be-ponders-shrugs- Anyway, thank you! I'm glad you thought I killed Voldebitch the perfect way! I like fluffy teddy bears! Oh, and be sure to look at the end of the personals; I answered one of your questions. Thanks for the review, sorry I didn't see all of them!
Draco Rox Mai Sox: Hehe, well, now that you read the UNEDITED version, I'm sure you're happier! Oh, and btw, Jordan (the one that's your sister -P) introduced me to Staring Contest, Snow, and Kiddies. So… I thought you would have already read it! Oh well… -runs off whistling- Huh? Oh, right. Thanks for the review!
sly-there-in: I KNOW! I'M SORRY! –wails- this chapter will be longer. Yes, I agree, angst does make things much more interesting! Thanks so much for taking the time to review, I appreciate it!
Arwen Applestone: yeah, it does spell trouble! Hope you like it!
Gryffindorgrl86: Huhahaha (my attempt at evil laughter), I think everyone will laugh at Draco's reaction. Hehe, everyone told me they loved me when I shared that pic with them. Aren't you happy I have a good sharing nature? I thought so . I commented on your Livejournal about this, but I'll say it again: I LOVE the story "Starts With A Spin!" It makes me giggle, it's great. Man, that sucks that your family is homophobic. I'm lucky; mine isn't. That's part of the reason I'm so tolerant of certain things; I grew up in a tolerant environment. Well, good for you for seeing things your own way and not letting your family brainwash you! Ew, I dunno what I would do if my family was homophobic… -loves slash- … thanks for the review!
sic-itur-ad-astra: Hehe, I realize how predictable that last chapter was, but as long as the whole story isn't like that, I'm sure nobody minds all that much. I'm glad the whole Brianna thing wasn't predictable though. I think it's pretty obvious where I'm going with it. Sorry if I don't play this out how you want me to, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for the review, and I'm open to further suggestions.
x-Radcliffe-x: Yes, it does make him fun, doesn't it?
twodollartrick: You're welcome! Thank you for your comment as well! I don't know if you noticed, but I remembered what that song was -is proud of herself for remembering-. Yup, the song playing on my xanga is Evanescence. In fact, it's the song from where "Save Me From The Dark" gets its title. Chapter three of that first fic is a songfic for that song. Ehe, I hope you enjoy the lemon when you read it, lol. I don't have so much confidence in myself when it comes to lemon… oooh well. And as for Brianna… well, it might be hard for her to cause trouble, seeing as Draco is very confident in his sexuality, but who knows? She could find a way… enjoy.
CatJetRat:"I think someone will be exploding soon" HAHAHAHA. I liked that XD. Uh, I'll answer your question after the personals so everyone'll read it. Thanks!
Aquilus: Meh, you're lucky. See, I had just finished writing this chapter when I got your reviews, so you get to read the next one right away (if you have the time) –smile-. If you didn't like what happened in that last chapter, wait till you read this one… Thank you for the long reviews!
This chapter is dedicated to those mentioned above as well as: ania, adina, IcyStare-WatchingYou, princesspeach13, and katina! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!
Okay, so I got another really good question. I think this whole area needs to be cleared up, so I shall discuss it. The question comes from Daniels Dark Angel. She asks: Did Draco feel the pain when Harry cut his arm? I love good questions! The answer is no, the reason being that their bond was still weak as they had not yet re-completed it when Harry cut himself. You will find later on that although the bond IS complete, Harry will continue to cut himself, and, yes, Draco will feel it. But remember: the broken heart scars on their arms are the only places where they are actually PHYSICALLY connected. In other words, if Harry cut himself anywhere but on that scar, Draco would only feel it, he wouldn't get a matching cut. Likewise, if Harry cut himself on the scar, Draco would bleed in the corresponding place. Sorry if I confused you; this will develop later on, and everything will become evident.
And one more question that comes from a reviewer! CatJetRat asked: "Why didn't Draco see Harry's cut when they were showering?" Well, Harry has put thought into this, as he knows Draco would throttle him if he saw that he started to cut again, so lets just say concealment charms came in quite handy in this situation.
About Brianna (this one comes from many): yes, you thought right, it is a girl. I should just warn you here that Brianna is my attempt at making fun of Mary Sues. I hate Mary Sues, cept she's worse. She's like… a wannabe Mary Sue. My definition of a Mary Sue is basically a slutwhore that the author sticks in to represent themselves. Said slutwhore is somehow able to seduce about nine tenths of the male population of Hogwarts, gets together with Harry or Draco, and sleeps with the other one frequently. So, basically, you will see that Brianna is trying to achieve these things, but she is really, really bad at them. XD nothing against you if you've ever written anything like that; it doesn't mean it's bad, it just means I wouldn't read it. Right, so not only that, but she is also all that combined with the most irritating, air-headed prep that I know. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate ALL preps; just the REALLY obnoxious ones. Some of my good friends are preps. So don't take any offence. I dunno why you would, because I'd be scared if Brianna turned out ANYTHING like someone who really exists.
And a quick note about their schedules: Because I felt like it, I made the way their school work like the way my school works. They have the same order of classes every day, cept on some days they skip a certain period. An example: for me, on Tuesday, I skip third, as in I go to my first, then second period class, then go right to my fourth. I'm not going to make it exactly the same, but you'll get the point. Hm, maybe I'll give them a free period so they can go off together...
-Hem- Sorry for the wait, but I only just got 235 reviews. And I got sick this week. Dreadful, I know.
Chapter title almost complete randomness. Look deep enough and maybe you can tell me why we (me and princesspeach13, who gives me random ideas when I am in need) named it that.
Er, look on my livejournal if you haven't already. I posted an uber hot pic I'm sure you'll all enjoy!
They dragged their feet up to their dormitory and began to pack up their stuff slowly. They didn't talk, just moved about in a zombie-like manner. The only noise that was made the whole time was a little 'pop' sound when their new room assignments arrived.
Harry walked over to the desk to read them. They said:
Harry Potter: Seamus Finnigan, 4E
Draco Malfoy: Brianna Stewart, 7S
Oh. Crap.
(Chapter Twelve: The Shadows Grow)
Draco broke the deafening silence. "What's that?" he muttered, walking over to Harry.
"Er…" Harry was desperately trying to think of ways to break it to him gently, but it was too late. Draco strode over and snatched the paper out of his limp grasp.
"Our room assignments, eh?" he said, his eyes skimming the paper. "Damn, I'm with a girl. And you're with…" Draco stopped, staring at the paper, as if willing it to change what it said. When it didn't, Draco looked up and glared at Harry. "FINNIGAN!" he roared, unconsciously ripping the parchment in half.
"Draco, CALM DOWN!" Harry shouted, snatching the two halves of the paper out of his seething lover's hands. He performed a quick repairing charm on it before folding it and putting it into his back pocket. "Do you seriously think I'd do anything with him?"
Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering. "You never know! He could… make you do stuff…" he finished feebly.
Harry frowned at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't worry! It'll be fine! I'm more worried about you!"
"I know!" Draco fumed, "I sure hope my new roommate is gay! If she isn't… well, The Headmistress is pure evil! No straight girl would be able to resist a young man as hot as myself…"
Harry smirked and hit his arm playfully. "If you're not careful, you're ego might inflate!"
"Too late for that!"
When their laughter died down, they were left with the reality of what was happening. They were being forced to leave this room, and live with other people! They heard each other's similar thoughts, and Draco said, "I have the distinct feeling I won't be getting shagged nearly as often." Harry nodded.
"Oh well," he said, "we'll have to make the best of it."
"Yeah, at least we'll still have classes together!" Draco said optimistically.
"Yeah—wait. If I remember correctly, somebody told me that roommates have all their classes together. If we're no longer roommates, then, theoretically, we won't have all the same classes anymore!"
"Man," Draco muttered, "that sucks. Serves me right for trying to be an optimist."
"You? An optimist? Pfft."
The boys finished packing in a rush, and soon after the bell for the end of lunch rang. They walked slowly to their next class, dreading the end of the day when they had to move.
No matter how much Harry and Draco didn't want seven o'clock to come, it came anyway. Once they were done picking at their dinners, they headed back to their dorm to get their bags.
They then walked slowly, as if in a funeral procession, to their designated rooms. As the original room they were in was 4A, Draco walked Harry to 4E so he could bid him farewell. Once they arrived at the door, Harry placed down his suitcase in front of it and warily regarded Draco.
Draco smiled unenthusiastically and gave Harry a quick wave before turning. "Wait!" Harry called at his retreating form. Draco paused and turned.
'What?' he thought in response. Harry beckoned him forward, so he walked back up to where he was standing. Harry leaned forward so that their lips met, drawing out the kiss for as long as he possibly could. Draco dropped what he was holding to encircle his arm around Harry's waist.
Once they broke apart, Harry gave him a lazy smile. 'You can go now.' Draco nodded.
'Bye, then.' Harry picked up his stuff and knocked on the door firmly.
A split second later, it was open, and Seamus was beaming at him. "Hi, Harry!" he said in what was the most hyperactive voice Harry had ever heard him speak in.
"Hullo, Seamus." Harry replied sullenly. "I assume that bitch—I mean, our Headmistress informed you of what is going on?"
Seamus nodded super fast and grabbed one of Harry's bags from him, screeching, "Let me get that for you!"
"Thanks," Harry muttered, dragging his feet into the moderately sized room. He dragged the remaining heavy suitcase he was holding to the bed that was obviously his, and plopped down on it. Seamus dragged the other suitcase over and set it down next to the first one.
"So…" he said, sitting on the bed opposite Harry's. "How are you?"
"Fine." Harry said shortly, staring at the ceiling.
Seamus struggled for something to say for a few minutes before turning red and saying very quickly, "that's great I'll go get ready for bed!"
Once Seamus was locked in the bathroom, Harry sighed and shook his head. This was going to be uncomfortable. 'What is it with me? I always manage to get roomed with my exes! But, this time, it's so much worse…' It's not that Harry didn't like Seamus—no, he still liked him as a friend—but it was just far too awkward between them, what with the way they broke up and all. And the fact that Seamus was still trying to win Harry back… it just made it unbearable.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened to reveal Seamus wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. He smiled at Harry and looked at him expectantly. Harry blinked. Seamus looked disappointed, but tried very hard to cover it up.
Once Seamus turned around to go get into his own bed, Harry saw that he had "You know you want some" written on the back of his boxers in white lettering. Harry smirked, 'It's not gonna work…'
"Bathroom's all yours," Seamus said, getting under the covers of his bed.
Harry nodded and picked up the clothes he was going to change into before entering the bathroom. He was usually perfectly comfortable sleeping in just his boxers, but since he didn't want to be raped in his sleep, he opted for flannel bottoms and a t-shirt. Once he was changed, he placed his hands on the surface of the sink and stared into the mirror, studying his disgruntled reflection.
This was all his fault. If he hadn't jumped Draco in the hallway, they would still be in their old room right now. And now Draco was miserable too, probably! Again, Harry's fault! Harry began to get more and more angry with himself as he stared into his own piercing green eyes.
Before he knew what was happening, he was breaking another disposable razor and had it pressed up against his forearm. When he realized what he was about to do, he paused. 'Do I really want to do this?' he thought. 'I'm going to get addicted to it again…'
He was in the middle of considering stopping, when he realized that he had already done it. A fresh trickle of blood was oozing down the side of his arm, contrasting against the pale skin of his forearm. 'Shit,' Harry thought, quickly cleaning off the razor and his arm. 'Oh crap, someone's gonna notice…'
He reached into the back pocket of the jeans he had been wearing earlier that day and withdrew his wand. After rinsing the fresh blood off of his arm, he performed a concealing charm to cover up his fresh cut. After making sure there was no blood left on the sink, he picked up his clothes and exited the bathroom.
Seamus was already asleep. Harry climbed into bed and shut the light. He missed Draco already.
Up in room 7S, Draco had it even worse. As soon as he knocked on the door and Brianna answered it, he was sure he was going to hate her. She was such a… girl. Not that Draco hated girls—no, he didn't mind them. Well, maybe girl isn't the right word. The right word would be prep.
As soon as she opened the door, she smiled in what she thought was a seductive way. Believe me, it wasn't. Upon opening the door fully, Draco was able to observe her in her entirety.
She had brown hair that fell halfway down her back, and it was quite wavy. Upon looking closer, Draco could tell that she had put so much gel in it that if he flicked an eraser at the back of her head, it would bounce back and hit him in the eye.
When she smiled, Draco was able to observe her neat row of perfectly straight teeth. She was wearing a hot pink tank top that revealed quite a lot of cleavage, and the word "hottie" was splashed across the front. On her bottom half, she was wearing an extremely tight pair of jeans that made her backside stick out every time she took a step. Draco grimaced. 'What a whore.'
She was looking at him expectantly, so he quickly turned his look of disgust into a pained smile. "HI!" she squealed, stepping out of the room. "My name is Brianna! What's yours!" She held out a hand for Draco to shake.
Draco eyed the hand nervously. She had obviously gotten a manicure; her nails had fake tips and were painted hot pink, to match her shirt. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he said smoothly, reluctantly accepting her hand.
Once she let go, Draco wiped his hand on his pants. She had a gross, limp handshake, and her palms were sweaty. She stepped out of the doorway a moment later, revealing the room Draco was to be staying in.
His immediate impression was something along the lines of 'wow.' The bed that was obviously hers (as it had a hot pink bead spread) sat in the corner of the room, and around it, taped on the walls, were so many posters and magazine clippings that Draco couldn't tell what color the paint was.
One would think posters and such expressed individuality. Too bad they were all of remotely the same thing. Yes, the scary thing was, if you looked more closely, you would see that the posters consisted of only men that Brianna seemed to think were attractive. Draco walked closer to examine them. They were not only famous wizards, but muggles as well! Draco actually recognized a few of the muggles, but only found one or two attractive. The rest looked like carbon copies; the same bodies with slightly different facial features. 'Well,' Draco thought resignedly, 'that answers my question about her being straight…'
He turned around to see that Brianna had been watching him. "You like my posters?" she said, what Draco was sure was the most giggly voice she could muster.
"Sure," he said noncommittally.
She smiled. "I think I'll go get changed for bed!" she said brightly, bouncing into the bathroom. Draco nodded and set his stuff on the bed across the room.
He just sat down on his bed, staring straight ahead and waiting for Brianna to get out of the bathroom. This was going to be terrible! She was obviously going to try to make passes at him, and not only was he not interested, he was taken! Draco sighed; he'd just have to deal with it.
Sure enough, he was right. She came out of the bathroom wearing a some pajama pants that looked not much bigger than a pair of underwear, and a shirt much like the one she had been wearing before, only slightly smaller (if that was indeed possible). She flashed another white-toothed grin and looked at Draco expectantly. Draco blinked.
She looked slightly put out, but walked over to her bed and sat down. "You can go in now if you like," she said.
"Okay," he said, nodding.
While he was in the bathroom changing, though, he felt a distinct sting on his arm that made him drop the shirt he was holding. He yelped in surprise and looked at his arm with a wide-eyed stare. He was shocked to find that it looked the same milky white that it always did. He rubbed it thoughtfully, not knowing what could possibly have caused the sharp pain. Eventually, he got over it and shrugged it off, continuing to get dressed.
Once he got out of the bathroom, he saw Brianna had been waiting for him, and was in the same position she had been in when he left. 'Oh god,' he thought, 'If she starts hitting on me and I have to turn her down, things will get so awkward…'
It seemed as if fate wasn't on Draco's side today, for when he had his back turned, Brianna walked towards him to stand behind him. Upon turning around, Draco gasped; he had not expected her to be standing there. She, however, took the gasp as something entirely different, so her grin widened.
She grabbed his wrist with her talon-like fingers and pushed back, so he was lying on the bed, his hands pinned above his head. She climbed up so that she was sitting on his lap. "Uh… Brianna…"
That just made her smile widen. "It's okay, Draco, you needn't be shy…" she then leaned forward to kiss him, but right as her lips were about to meet his, he turned his head to the side.
"Sorry," he muttered, "I'm taken."
She pouted, but that didn't seem to bother her too much. "Who cares?" she pleaded. "She doesn't have to know…"
Draco began to sit up, forcing Brianna to get off of him. "There is no 'she' involved,"
Brianna blinked. She obviously didn't catch his drift. "So… then you're not taken?" she asked hopefully
"No, I am."
"I don't get it. Why won't you kiss me?"
"I don't swing that way," he said slowly and clearly, as if he were talking to a child.
She tilted her head to one side, still trying to figure out what he meant. After a moment, realization dawned on her face. "Ooooh…" she said, equally as slowly. "Man, that sucks!"
"Pfft, thanks."
"I mean, they finally give me a male roommate, and he is immune to my charm!"
Draco snorted, but quickly covered it up with a cough.
"Yeah, well, do you really think that they would give you a straight male roommate? They obviously don't support you being in the same room with your significant other…" he said, so bitterly that Brianna couldn't help but notice.
"Oooh, you sound mad." She said, in what was such an air-headed voice that if Draco didn't know better, he would think she was being sarcastic. But, he knew better. "Is the reason you're with me because your last roommate was your boyfriend?"
"Ye—why am I telling you?" he snapped suddenly. "I'm tired, I wanna go to sleep," he said crankily.
"Fine," she pouted. It was apparent that Brianna didn't take "I'm gay" for an answer. She was still trying. 'What a waste of time,' Draco thought, chuckling to himself. 'Even if I were straight—what a ridiculous idea—I'm sure I still wouldn't be attracted to that slut. I have better taste than that!'
Once Draco crawled under the covers of his new bed, he realized that it didn't matter; he was still cold. The bed felt so empty. He missed Harry already.
The next day, when Harry and Draco woke up, they found that their new schedules were sitting on their bedside tables. Draco sighed. He didn't believe that he had to have all of his classes with that…girl (yes, Draco was trying to be civil, even in his thoughts).
As it turned out, Draco still had first (Potions) and last (History of Magic) period with Harry. Apparently, Brianna and Seamus already had those classes; Harry and Draco just didn't notice them before.
Thankfully, being in all the same classes as your roommate did not require you to sit next to them, so Harry and Draco got to sit next to one another in Potions. They decided to take advantage of this, and have a conversation while the rest of the class was brewing their potion.
'So, was last night as horrible for you as it was for me?' Harry asked, shooting a sidelong glance at Draco.
'Yes,' Draco sighed inwardly. He jerked his head towards Brianna, who was seated a few tables away. 'She's my roommate. And she's still trying to make passes at me, even though I told her I was gay. And taken.' He added.
'Wow, I feel bad for you. But wait till you hear what happened to me,' Harry responded, glaring daggers at Seamus from across the room.
'DID HE RAPE YOU!' Draco shrieked, his eyes bulging.
'NO! Jeez, calm down. He still hasn't given up.' Harry said in an undertone.
'WHAT! I bet you gave in! DID YOU FUCK HIM LAST NIGHT!'
'YOU'RE SO POSSESSIVE! It's cute.' Harry thought, snickering. 'No, of course we didn't do anything! I love you. And I want to kiss you, but we're right in the middle of Potions, and I have a feeling Snape wouldn't be too happy if we started snogging in the middle of his class.'
'Darn,' Draco thought to himself, but Harry heard.
'I know, it sucks.'
The boys were so involved in their conversation that they didn't notice Snape watching them from across the room. They did notice, however, when he was towering over them, his black cloak swishing.
"I can tell you're 'talking' to each other, you know," Snape whispered nastily. "Unfortunately, I can do nothing to prove that, so I can't give you detention, but I can lower your grades. So SHUT UP!"
Harry and Draco looked slightly taken aback, but nodded. "Very good," and with that, Snape glided back to his desk, taking the seat and staring intently at them.
'Ew, that's creepy,' Harry thought at Draco.
'How did he know?' Draco responded.
They didn't listen to Snape, though. They were just more careful to hide their facial expressions as the conversation progressed in their minds.
'We still have lunch together, right?' Harry asked.
'Yep. All the freshmen have lunch in the same room,' Draco responded. 'Wait—that means that I won't have lunch with my roommate!' he said delightedly, 'she told me she's a year older. Thought I would like "older women,"' Draco shuddered at the prospect of liking women period.
'Uh, I hate to break it to you, but she's a freshmen too, even though she's a year older,' Harry said tentatively. 'Why else would she be in our Potions class?'
'DRAT!'
By the time lunch came around, Draco welcomed it with open arms. He missed Harry, and he was sure he would be able to see him here. Unfortunately, Brianna had latched onto his arm, insisting that she "wanted to sit with her new friend." Draco tried to shake her off, but she was surprisingly strong.
"Ooh, let's sit over here!" she squealed, pointing to a table filled with girls that looked like clones of herself, just with slightly different colored hair.
"NO! You can sit over there! I'm sitting over there," Draco said, pointing to an almost empty table at which sat Harry and a few other people he didn't know. Harry waved.
"Ew, no! That's a dork table!" Brianna said, looking scandalized.
"Well, I don't care!" Draco shouted. "I'm sitting there."
"Okay," Brianna said, now smiling widely. "I'll sit with you!"
'Can't stop you,' Draco thought grimly. He sat down next to Harry, prying Brianna off his arm in the process.
"Hello," Harry said, giving him a peck on the lips. Draco heard Brianna gasp out of jealousy.
"That was hot," they heard her murmur, but they just ignored her.
"Finally! The day seemed to drag on forever," Draco said, taking Harry's hand underneath the table. Harry nodded in agreement. "Hey," Draco said, realizing something, "where's Finnigan?"
"Oh, he's off sitting somewhere else," Harry said pleasantly, "I guess spending every waking hour with me is more than enough; he decided that he'd give me some space during lunch."
"That was oddly civil of him," Draco replied.
"Yeah, well, wouldn't you be civil if Harry Potter had his wand pointed between your eyes?"
'Why didn't I think of death threats?' he mused silently. "I'm rubbing off on you! You're becoming evil!" Draco exclaimed.
"Maaybe…"
"Anyway, are you hungry? Because if you're not, we don't have to stay here." Draco said, winking suggestively.
"Nope, not hungry. Why, what did you have in mind? We can't just go in the hallways, the bitch will see us and punish us worse!"
"I'm sure we'll find a place…" and with that, they got up from the table and progressed towards the door.
"Dracoooo!" they heard Brianna whine from behind them. "Come on! Don't leave!"
They pretended they didn't hear her. 'She's reminding me of Pansy Parkinson,' Harry thought with a smirk.
'Exactly what I was thinking,' Draco said in response, remembering all the times Pansy had clung to his arm when he had better things to do.
"So, remind me where we're going?" Harry said, out loud this time.
"To tell you the truth, I have no idea." Draco said, turning a random corner. Suddenly, an idea struck him. "You think any of the classrooms are open?" he said mischievously.
"Probably… why?"
"Wow, you're thick." Draco said, dragging Harry through a doorway whose door was ajar. It was the Potions classroom. Draco shut the door and walked towards Harry, who was leaning against a table.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Harry said nervously, casting furtive glances at the door.
"Pfft, yeah. Come on!" Draco whined, resting his hands on Harry's waist.
Harry gave in. He leaned forward to accept the kiss that Draco had been trying to give him. Soon, Harry found himself sandwiched between Snape's desk and Draco. He allowed himself to be pushed back further, so that he was lying down on the desk, Draco on top of him. Somehow, Draco's hand found its way down Harry's trousers, causing Harry to gasp at the contact.
This went on for a few minutes; I won't bore you with the details (I hear you all sigh with disappointment) for you've seen this before, and what's the point of writing the same thing over again? So, I'll just say that they were so caught up in their activities that they didn't notice the sounds coming from the doorway.
Professor Severus Snape was just returning to his classroom. Yes, the teachers did have lunch in the dining hall on their free periods, but Severus had a lot of papers to grade, so he decided he'd eat quickly and return to his room. He was walking down the hall at his usual slow pace when he found something odd: the door to his classroom was shut, when he was positive he had left it ajar. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
When he reached the door, he grasped the handle and turned. It didn't budge! "Curse these self-locking doors!" he muttered, taking his wand out of his pocket. He performed a few complex unlocking charms to get the door open, and then proceeded to turn the handle and step inside.
His eyes bulged at the sight that greeted him. He shuddered, not at all happy with what had been taking place in the deserted classroom. "POTTER! MALFOY!" he shouted. The two boys obviously hadn't noticed him before; they were too distracted. At the sound of his voice, however, Draco detached himself from Harry's mouth and slowly turned his head to regard his godfather.
"Hey, Sev," he said weakly, slowly climbing off of the table.
"We're sorry, we were just—"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, POTTER!" Snape roared, his face turning red. "I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT HOW FAR YOU WERE PLANNING ON TAKING THIS ON THE TOP OF MY DESK!" the thought just seemed to have come to him, and the two younger men in the room saw him blanche visibly. Snape seemed to calm down a little bit. "Why, may I ask, aren't you two doing that in your room?" he hissed.
Draco exploded. "BECAUSE THAT BITCH OF A HEADMISTRESS SWITCHED OUR BLOODY ROOMMATES!"
Snape stared for a few second, narrowing his eyes. "I don't want to know what you two were doing that merited such a punishment," he seethed.
"Oh, we were just—"
"I said I DON'T want to know, Potter!" he spat, interrupting Harry's futile attempt at redeeming himself. "In any case, I do understand why this could be a concern. You two have more of a connection than an ordinary couple, and I will try to persuade the Headmistress to change you back."
Harry and Draco looked at him with wonder. "Y-you would do that?" Draco said softly, looking at his godfather with the most pathetic, innocent expression he could muster.
Snape turned red. "Well, I don't want to find you here again, doing worse things." He muttered. "In the mean time, I suggest you find somewhere more… private to do this from now on. If I catch you again, I may reconsider helping you!" he warned, opening the door to indicate that the boys should leave.
Draco smiled at him genuinely. "Thanks!" he said sincerely, taking Harry's hand and exiting the room.
Once they were out, Draco turned to Harry. 'Are you okay? You were pretty quiet in there…'
'Well, you didn't exactly finish what you started, did you?' Harry responded painfully, pressing up against Draco.
Draco felt the noticeable bulge against his leg and said, 'Wow, I'm sorry. What do you say we rectify that now?' He smiled and took Harry's hand, leading him down the corridor.
'Where are you taking me?' Harry said suspiciously.
'My room,' Draco answered simply, tugging Harry's hand more insistently.
'Why don't we go to mine? It's closer.'
'Can't argue with that,' Draco replied, letting Harry lead the way.
Now, I'd tell you what happened, but I think everyone knows. Just for the record, I'll say that Draco took care of Harry's not-so-small problem, and was thanked in a very creative way. Pretty much as soon as they had finished cleaning themselves up, the bell for the end of lunch rang, and they reluctantly parted ways.
Draco's next class (Defense Against the Dark Arts) had a free-for-all seating arrangement, so Draco could do nothing to stop Brianna from sitting next to him. Upon lowering herself into the seat, she turned to Draco and smiled.
"Have fun?" she said innocently. Draco smirked at the memory.
"Yeah, you could say that," he responded coolly.
Brianna smiled at the mental image she was getting, but quickly shook it out of her head. "Hey… I know it sucks that you're not with him anymore at night… so, what do you say he spends tonight in our room? I'll make myself scarce, I promise," she said, batting her eyelashes at Draco.
Draco's eyes widened. "Really? You'd do that?" she nodded solemnly. "That's… really nice of you," he said, stunned. He didn't think she was capable of being this civil to him. All this time he thought she was a self-absorbed, heartless bitch! This was quite a friendly gesture.
"Of course. I know we didn't exactly start out on the right terms… I want to make up for that."
Draco smiled warmly at her and held out his hand for her to shake. "Deal," he said in an undertone. She gave him another one of her sweaty, limp handshakes, but this time Draco didn't care. He'd be spending the night with Harry, and that's all that mattered.
That night, Draco walked into his room confidently. He had told Harry to come, and that he would leave the door unlocked so Harry could just let himself in. However, he still wasn't sure how Brianna was going to "make herself scarce" as she had put it. When he walked in, she smiled at him brightly, hopping up from her bed.
"How do you plan on leaving us be, exactly?" Draco questioned suspiciously.
"Honestly, you call yourself a Wizard?" she said, rolling her eyes. With a wave of her wand, there was a barrier between their beds with a door in-between. "You can lock it from the other side, but I won't come in anyway," she said.
"Thanks!" he said, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. He should've known what a bad idea that was. But look at it from Brianna's side: wouldn't you kind of forget yourself if Draco Malfoy was about to kiss you on the cheek?
Well, Brianna had no more self control than any other person, so when Draco's lips were inches from her cheek, she turned her head so he caught her lips. Draco froze; he had not meant for that to happen. This was bad.
He immediately tried to pull away, but she placed her hands firmly on his shoulders to keep him from moving while she fulfilled her fantasy. After a few seconds of trying to struggle, Draco realized there was no way in hell he was getting away without her consent, so he just limply complied with the kiss.
Too bad that was the moment Harry chose to walk in.
Harry tugged on his invisibility cloak and began walking down the halls. He was quite excited, and surprised how… not evil Draco's roommate was being. He felt sorry for comparing her to Pansy Parkinson. But only slightly.
Before he opened the door to their room, he quickly whipped off his invisibility cloak so as not to startle anybody. He did as Draco had instructed; opening the door without knocking so as not to make too much noise.
Harry's breath caught in his throat at what he saw when he walked in. Draco was practically making out with that slut! What was he thinking!
Harry cleared his throat loudly. Brianna looked slightly startled, and Draco had a distinct "oh shit" look on his face. "What are you playing at!" Harry hissed furiously.
"Harry, look—"
"I don't want your lousy excuses!" Harry shouted. "Why do I waste my time with you?" With that, Harry strode forward and deftly slapped Draco across the face. He then turned on his heel and strode out, slamming the door behind him.
Draco had his hand on his cheek where Harry had slapped him, and Brianna was regarding him with wide eyes. "I'm really sorry," she whispered, reaching her hand out to comfort him.
Draco jerked his arm away from her touch. "Thanks a lot." He muttered, walking through the door on the barrier she conjured and slamming the door behind him. A moment later, he realized he should be going after Harry and opened the door again.
"Where're you going?" Brianna asked, looking up at him.
"None of your business," he sneered, striding out the door.
"If you're going to find Harry," she started, looking up at him, "I don't think you should. I think he needs some time alone. If you go now, you might not be able to win him back."
"How the hell do you know!" Draco asked bitterly, glaring at her.
"Well, I've been in situations such as these before. Harry seems to be the more… emotional one in your relationship, and therefore more like the female half in a heterosexual one," she said wisely, folding her hands in her lap. "So… I know how he feels."
Draco smirked triumphantly. "I KNEW I should be top!" he muttered.
Brianna giggled softly, covering her mouth to muffle the sound.
"Wait a minute…" Draco said suspiciously, "Since when are you all-knowing like that?"
Brianna shrugged. "I've been in a lot of relationships."
Draco nodded in acceptance of her answer and sighed, covering his eyes with his hand. 'She's not so bad,' he thought, 'sure, she's hyperactive, slutty, and annoying, but once you see past that, she's a decent person.'
Draco thanked her quietly for her advice, and walked back through the barrier. He'd talk to Harry tomorrow.
When Harry had stormed back into his room, he was no longer as angry as he had been moments earlier. Now, tears were streaming down his face, and he felt very weak. Draco was going to make him sick one of these days.
He stumbled into the bathroom haphazardly, not bothering to lock the door, as he didn't see Seamus. He sighed, leaning against the sink and studying his puffy red eyes in the mirror.
Before he could even think about what he was doing, he was holding the same sharp razor blade that he had cut himself with the other day, and performed the now routine task of causing himself pain. He let out a gasp of relief when the felt the blood flow, and stared at it for a few minutes.
He was so absorbed that he didn't hear Seamus walk in.
Seamus had just returned from the laundry room after picking up some clothes from the house elves. Upon seeing the bathroom door closed and the light streaming out through the crack at the bottom, he called out to Harry.
"Harry?" he said, "I thought you were spending the night elsewhere."
He heard sniffling noises coming from behind the door, so he frowned, walking forwards. "Harry?" he whispered, turning the handle of the door. To his surprise, it was unlocked, so he strode in.
"Oh my god," he whispered after taking in the sight before him.
Harry had just noticed moments before that Seamus had walked in, and therefore didn't have enough time to hide what he had been doing. The razor he had used was sitting on the edge of the sink, covered in his blood, as was his arm. His eyes were swollen and puffy as he regarded Seamus with his weak gaze.
"What have you done?" Seamus whispered, walking forward to touch Harry's face. Harry recoiled at the contact, much like an abused animal would.
Before Harry could protest, Seamus had performed a healing charm, and the cut was no longer visible. Seamus waved his wand again; whispering "evanesco" and the bloody mess on the sink disappeared.
Harry didn't move, but his eyes followed Seamus as he walked about the room. When Seamus was done cleaning, he turned to Harry, taking his hand and leading him out of the bathroom.
Seamus sat Harry down on his bed while he himself sat on his own, facing him. "What happened to you?" he whispered, his eyes searching Harry's tearstained face.
"Don't tell anybody," Harry whispered back hoarsely, not meeting Seamus's eyes.
"I won't," Seamus responded, "But you've got to stop. What if you cut to deep and…?" he let the question hang in the air. Harry knew what he meant.
"I won't let that happen again," he responded, stroking his thumb over the heart-shaped scar on his arm.
"Again!" Seamus said, alarmed, "how long have you been doing this?"
Harry answered him without thinking twice. "I started in fifth year. Then I stopped for a long time, and started again last week."
Seamus tentatively got up from his bed to sit next to Harry, grasping his hand. "Does this have anything to do with Draco?"
Harry avoided his eyes, but nodded. "What happened?" Seamus urged him, slipping an arm around his shoulder.
Harry told him in the same monotonous tone. Seamus gaped when Harry was through. "That bastard…" Seamus muttered, holding Harry closer. To his surprise, Harry melted into his touch, resting his head on Seamus's shoulder.
"I'll help you," Seamus said softly, kissing Harry on the cheek.
"Thank you."
(End Of Chapter Twelve)
(A/N)-Cowers- Stop advancing on me with pitchforks! I don't like pointy objects! I'M SORRY! I KNOW I'M AN EVIL PLOT-TWISTING BITCH, BUT LET ME REDEEM MYSELF! Okay, well… I really didn't mean for this to happen! I swear; the evil rabid plot bunnies made me do it! –Points finger at evil rabid plot bunnies! –Evil rabid plot bunnies start stalking authoress because they don't like to be blamed for things that they didn't do-. Ahem, well… oh, who am I kidding? I just love to torture my readers! –Knows she is a sadist-. NO, I'M KIDDING! Yeah, so believe it or not, there was actually a reason I did that. I'm pretty sure this'll be their last real "break up." NO, that doesn't mean they'll stay broken up! I promise it won't last too long. They should be back together by this time next chapter! And then I have a whole OTHER plot twist in mind! So, this story is nowhere near over. Just remember the mantra—HAPPY ENDING! HAPPY ENDING! HAPPY ENDING! Hehe, so… yeah, as it turned out, I warmed up to Brianna a little bit. I still wouldn't be friends with her, but hey, she isn't so bad. She seems genuinely sorry for what she did.
Ugh, so I was rather disappointed with the reviews I got for last chapter. YESTERDAY, you JUST REACHED the bare minimum I asked for! I only got twenty reviews (well, now I have 22, but still! Shame on those of you that haven't reviewed)! Okay, I'll stop complaining, that's still awesome. Sorry! I am ungrateful! –Smacks the back of her hand- Anyway, REVIEW! It doesn't take long! If you just read the last chapter and didn't review it, please do so! And this one too! Even if it's just "great job, update soon" or "you suck, bitch, and so does your story." (on second thought, no flames please!). Not posting till I get at least 255. –Whistles and twiddles her thumbs- THANKS FOR READING! Until next time,
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