Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All of the characters (aside from the ones you don't recognize from the books) belong to JK Rowling, so don't make the horrible mistake of thinking that this is what will happen in the sixth book and onwards, because it isn't.
(A/N): Sorry about the cliffie in the last chapter, but I'll try to get this up fast in order to redeem myself! (-Snort-, yeah right, this is impossibly late. Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!)
Smoocher Of Evil: -hysterical giggles- I like your username! Ehe, "Poor Harry! Poor Draco! POOR ME!" That struck me funny for no apparent reason, and I just felt the need to tell you that!
Draco Rox Mai Sox: Incredibly long review for you! I was about to pass out from the shock! Well, I'm glad SOMEBODY thinks I'm funny. Heh, thanks.
Kilikapele: Thank you for pointing that out! I appreciate it. That's interesting, I wasn't aware of the whole age thing. As for the whole Draco thing… I can actually argue that. See, he said that he was just fine to Harry through their bond, and I'd figure that although people under the influence of Veritaserum cannot tella lie, they can certainly think one (if it's diluted that is—if it isn't they're incapable of thinking anything!). But you do have a point, and truth be told I didn't think of that. Sometimes my mind works in a roundabout way :-P. Thanks!
xanthofile: heh, It was SUPPOSED to be funny that Ron would snog Draco! But see, the key word was "if you were gay," and he's not, so it doesn't really apply. Draco just likes to tease him coz he (Draco, that is) is evil. But we love him anyway, don't we?
Gryffindorgrl86:Okay, before I say anything, I'll just tell you I'm going to use a slash (/) in between sentences to signify a change in topic, because I don't wanna skip that many lines, and I certainly don't want to confuse you! Okay./ Firstly, ACK. When I opened your review and saw my name in all capitals I got scared . Hehe, I'm glad you like my name. I don't love it, but I suppose I don't hate it either./ AHAHA I like what you said about the teenage drama thing. That is SO TRUE/ OMG you didn't get any sleep the night you reviewed? Crazy woman! -points- I want to die after FOUR hours sleep, imagine how I'd feel on no sleep… 0.0/ Yeah, seeing my name all big and bold does make me feel special, so I know how you feel ./ I think he was heated by the memory XD./ I KNOW! It's not fair, they have spells for everything! I wish I could just tap my hand and my nails would turn black! -fumes- ah well, it's a neat spell. :-P/ Yes, oblivious boys are cute. I didn't know Daniel Radcliffe was like that! Neat./ Heh, you're right. They could never stray far from Hogwarts/ I loved your reaction when you said Draco had been with Seamus . I thought people would react like that! –is proud of herself- same thing with the Ron wanting to snog Draco thing. Just a hint—I think we will be further developing that… hehe (purely for the purpose of me amusing myself, lol)./ No, surprisingly I have never gotten a flame. I'm just telling people not to start now :-P./ Yes, you were right, your review was something nice for me to read once I got home from school! Thank you so much, and enjoy!
truthxinxshadow: "KEEL YOU DEAD!" ahahaha I liked that one. Lol, your reviews are ever so amusing. Thank you for making me laugh XD.
honeyduked: XD you were the only one to say that, and I found it quite funny. Hm, you better keep that whole "Draco's mistress" thing under wraps; the Boy-Who-Lived doesn't look too happy right now! (Harry: WTF! -starts charging at you-). that was random.
Pure Blooded Slytherin: I know, I SO should have made him do something! . Everybody's telling me that. So… I'll have him do something "gay" (as you put it, lol) in this chapter or the next one. Should be funny XD.
Skyla Gerdes: -Dodges lamp thrown by angry reviewer- Remember! HAPPY ENDING!
Aquilus: Yeah, I'm tired. But I'm also uber hyper, because here in New York City, we're having a snow storm! I'm praying school will be cancelled. XD. Wowww, you've been reading the Potter books for eight years! I've only been reading them for… -counts- well, six or seven (-she didn't realize how long she had been reading them XD-). Glad you liked the catfight! You can thank twodollartrickfor inspiring me! . Yes, that was mean of Harry. But last time "Seamus" drank, it wasn't really Seamus. He had been under the Imperius curse, remember? –aha!- but the jerky thing that he did here was take his and Harry's kiss a little too far.
sly-there-in: I just wanna give you cookies for being my three-hundredth reviewer! –gives you cookies- .
Willow Ann Rover: That is a very good question! To be perfectly honest, I haven't thought about that. But now that you've brought that up, I'd say it's both from the bond and from what he saw. Ehe, hope that doesn't make you too nervous :-).
CatJetRat: I know, I didn't give a very good reason for Harry to start cutting again. But it'll get more apparent soon. I do, however, have a reason. The reason Harry's cutting himself when Draco's the one who got raped is because Harry feels responsible for it. He feels as if he could have stopped it, and he feels terrible for Draco. Draco, however, has mostly gotten over it. Sure, it will always upset him, but it would upset anybody.
dreamerdoll: I really greatly appreciate all of your wonderful reviews! I'm so shocked that you had the patience to read all that, lol. Well, I'm always delighted to get a new reader, so thank you so much!
Lanne666: I know, isn't that creepy when that happens? Sometimes on coincidence, a lot of authors decide to do the same thing at once. Once I didn't get an author alert email in a whole week, so I thought there was something wrong with my email! Then, of course, after the week was over, I got about a million XD. So glad you liked their outfits -hysterical laughter-. Ehe, glad I made you giggly XDD.
scorpionboi: Loved reading your review, thank you so much! I never thought people would actually want this to drag on, because I personally feel like this story is being beaten to death. Perhaps I shall ask people how long they think this should be. I honestly don't know what I'd do or how I'd end it if I wrote this till they finished school. -Ponders- Eh, you're comments opened my mind to the possibility of a third installment in this series (I already have the ending for this one in my mind)! Thank you for your comments, they really helped!
Daniels Dark Angel: Silly, I always dedicate the chapter to everyone who reviews! So, yes, this chapter is dedicated to you!
silver emerald eyes: It's okay, dear. –patpat- as long as you reviewed, I don't care! Plus, my chapter is really late, so things work out nicely. Ehe, I'm glad it entertained you . I hope this chapter does too. Don't put yourself down, you're already a good reviewer! I couldn't ask for more! –huggles you- Oh, and speaking of which, thank you for reviewing my oneshot! That means a lot to me!
sic-itur-ad-astra: You're right—I shouldn't go uber evil on Ron. You brought up some very valid points. –nods- BUT I think I can make the whole concept work without it being truly EVIL—nobody involved will get too mad, I promise. I just want to make everyone happy! Thanks for the review!
This chapter is dedicated to those mentioned above as well as: Mz Psycho,princesspeach13, lizziepooh29,Confused-Gal, Starrarose, x-Radcliffe-x, and adina! Thank you for helping me dig myself out of my writer's block!
Just a few things I need to say…
Firstly, according to Kilikapele, Hermione was fifteen the summer before fifth year, because JK Rowling said that in order to get into Hogwarts, the person in question had to be eleven by September the first of their first year. So… Hermione was FIFTEEN not FOURTEEN when she and Ron got it on for the first time. However, that is still quite OOC of them, and I'd just like to let all of you know that I'm fully aware of that, and I did it on purpose.
NEXT… I was having SO MUCH trouble with this chapter. I wrote this UBER DRAMATIC SCENE that was supposed to fit into it, but then I realized that it would be the PERFECT ending of the whole fic, so I'm saving that scene for the last chapter. Yeah, for once I know where I'm going with this! So…I apologize if the whole intervention scene doesn't go so well: this is my re-write of it without so much crying and character developing. Because, in my opinion, I think characters have to DEVELOP throughout the course of the story to make it good! So… look forward to some Draco angstyness in the last chapter… -hint hint- (But remember—HAPPY ENDING!).
And, the evil guidance counselor of DOOM is in this chapter. I'd just like to say that she's modeled after my French teacher (oh how I hate the woman!).
Erm… yeah. As for the lateness of this… I have no excuse but writer's block. Not exactly gone either, this chapter was incredibly forced. Just be warned; I wrote some pretty wonky things… like a very strange inner monologue that… well, you'll see. I'm sorry for it, I really am. If you really hate it, I'll fix the chapter when my writer's block is gone and re-upload it. ANYWAY, here's your chapter, as it is!
Oh, and an extra-special thanks to princesspeach13 (for giving me her random ideas, which actually really helped a lot) and Gryffindorgrl86 (for talking me through my writers block and making me feel better about myself in the end). THANK YOU BOTH SOOO MUCH!
In the last chapter...
Draco decides that it would be a good idea to throw a party! Ron and Hermione show up, much to Harry's delight, and they decide to play Truth Or Dare (it wasn't purely for the enjoyment of the author—although the author did have an immeasurable amount of fun writing it—there is actually a plotty reason!).
After everyone leaves, Harry disappears into the bathroom, and Draco falls asleep. Draco realizes what is going on and bursts into the bathroom to see…
(Chapter Fifteen: Lineage)
Harry was sitting on the bathroom floor, slumped against the wall and drawing ragged breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, and his lips were dry and caked. Of what Draco could see of his eyes, they looked duller than usual, and his glasses had fallen off his face (he had not bothered to pick them up).
"WHAT THE HELL?" Draco screamed, fighting his spells of dizziness to prop Harry upright. Draco was horrified when he felt blood covering his hands as he touched Harry.
Harry just looked up at him with those dull eyes before slumping against the wall again, his breathing becoming even more irregular. "Shit, shit," Draco muttered. He healed Harry's wounds as he did the day before and tried hard to get him to stand up.
When Harry was finally on his feet, his dead weight dragged Draco down as he lugged him onto the bed. He surveyed Harry with a mix of disapproval and concern. Harry seemed to be perking up a little bit, but that wasn't saying much, as he looked about two minutes from death when Draco found him (calm down—that was an exaggeration).
"Are you okay?" Draco breathed evenly.
"Y—yes…" Harry whispered, obviously confused.
"Good. Then I have no qualms about doing this," and with that, Draco slapped Harry across the face.
"Ow! What was that for?" he whined, propping himself up on one elbow.
"That," Draco said in his same even tone, "was for this." Draco held one of his hands to show Harry that it was covered in his blood.
Comprehension dawned on Harry's face finally. "What are you playing at?" Draco hissed, "you nearly slit your wrists! You could have died, had I fallen asleep! Good thing I heard your fucking masochistic thoughts in my head, they woke me up!"
Harry stayed silent during Draco's rant, poking his finger through a hole in the bottom of his shirt. Once Draco was done speaking, Harry looked up at him with his wide-eyed gaze. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I should be dead. You're right."
Draco's eyes bulged impossibly wide. "That is not what I said! Have you even been listening to me? That's it! It's time for an intervention."
"What?" Harry exclaimed, "I don't want other people involved in this!"
"Yeah, well I have no other choice!" Draco fought back, "I warned you last time! I warned you, yet you went right on ahead and did it again!"
"But I deserved it!" Harry protested. "I shouldn't have kissed Seamus like that! You hated me for it!"
"IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT?" Draco exploded, a vein in his temple visibly pulsating. "I could never, ever hate you, Harry! I was just being a jealous bastard! You know that!"
"Apparently not," Harry said quietly, "because you just had to tell me." He now had tears streaming down his face, making the makeup he had been wearing run.
"Harry, don't cry…" Draco muttered, pulling him closer. Harry instantly broke down upon the show of affection, and started to sob harder, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and burying his face in his hair. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. But you know I was just worried right? I wasn't really mad."
Harry nodded. "Well, now I know," he said. Draco shook his head in exasperation and kissed Harry's temple, lying back with Harry still in his arms.
"Just because you're so upset doesn't mean you're getting out of this easy," Draco warned. "I'll still be calling for an intervention."
"I know." Harry said, sniffling.
"Good. Now let's go to sleep, shall we?"
Draco watched Harry as he drifted off to sleep. What was his problem? Was Draco doing something wrong? Why the hell was he so miserable that he had to try to kill himself? Draco's life seemed to be forming into a pattern: love, death, love, death, love, death… all the lines seemed to blur together as Draco closed his eyes. Usually closing his eyes made his thoughts clearer, but now darkness was added to the confusion.
'This is where it ends,' Draco promised himself, lying down, his eyes still on Harry. He wouldn't become a part of this vicious cycle again. It ends here.
The next morning, when Harry woke up, he saw Draco was already awake and was now on the phone with somebody.
"Great," he was saying. "Alright, I'm sure he'll be really grateful. Thanks a lot." A moment later, Draco hung up. He turned around, and started slightly when he saw that Harry was awake and looking at him.
"Up, are you?" he said distractedly, walking across the room and putting his wand in his pocket.
"Why were you on the phone talking about me?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Don't waste any time do you? Jump right into the third degree," Draco remarked. "I told you, I'm arranging an intervention."
"Isn't that something you would normally do for someone on drugs? Do you think I'm on drugs?"
Draco laughed dryly. "No! I have a plan, and I think it would be appropriate. If this doesn't work, however, I'll have to resort to desperate measures."
Harry shuddered. "Somehow, I think I don't want to know."
"Right you are," Draco said. "So go get dressed. People shall be arriving soon."
"People?"
"Yes, people. You know, two legs, two arms, a head?"
Harry rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
"No, no, no!" Draco said, running after him. "This is step one of my intervention! You are not allowed to be alone, especially not in the bathroom!"
"You're going to follow me in the shower?" Harry said skeptically.
"Thought you'd be happier about it," Draco said suggestively.
Harry smirked. "Are you sure you're not doing this for kicks?"
Draco slapped Harry across the head. "Of course I'm sure!" he barked, blushing slightly. "But I wouldn't say no if you invited me into the stall with you…"
Harry hit Draco back. "Not now I won't."
"Ouch! Come on!" Draco whined, dragging his feet.
"No! I won't! You're trying to use your damned persuasion skills on me again! Well guess what, darling? It's not going to work this time!"
(One Hour Later)
"AAARGH! How did I let you convince me to do that!" Harry groaned, smacking his forehead and walking into the adjoining room.
"Works every time. Now go get dressed! People are coming, and I'm the only one allowed to see you all wet and hot and naked like that!"
Harry threw a pair of socks at Draco from in the other room. "Hey! You keep hurting me today!"
"You're so sensitive," Harry grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Right you are! So stop abusing me!"
Harry didn't even bother answering that. A few minutes after they had finished getting dressed, they heard knocking on the door and Draco got up to answer it.
Before he opened the door, however, he turned to Harry. "If you don't cooperate," he whispered menacingly, "I will find a way to make your life a living hell. And you should know how good at that I am." Harry nodded fearfully at the threat.
When Draco did open the door, Harry's jaw dropped all the way to the floor, for it was none other than Seamus Finnigan who walked inside.
"Wha—how?" Harry exclaimed. "You—you spoke to him?" He said, looking from Draco to Seamus.
"Yes, we formed a truce for your sake," Draco said, now greeting Seamus by shaking his hand.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I see…"
"He's smart for having contacted me." Seamus said, a concerned look on his face getting deeper as he got closer to Harry, finally sitting next to him on the couch. "Harry, I want to talk to you about your problem. Draco admits he's not the best person for a conversation like this, so he asked me if I could help out."
Harry glanced at Draco for confirmation, and Draco gave him an affirmative nod. This was so strange.
Seamus did get Harry to talk, albeit not much. He was just able to get the general gist of what was going on before Harry refused to say anything further.
"Harry, you should really go to the guidance counselor," Seamus said, after he had been quiet for a minute or so. "Your problem is serious, and I'm far from professional. I don't want to say the wrong thing."
Harry winced at the thought. Upon looking at Draco, though, he knew he was going to be muscled into it anyway. Harry sighed in defeat. "Alright. Where can I find this person?"
An hour later, Harry and Draco were seated side by side in front of a great oak desk. Behind said oak desk sat a very clipped looking woman with tiny spectacles that were balanced on the tip of her nose. She was looking through them, into a file that happened to be open on her desk. Harry waited impatiently, nervously bouncing his leg up and down as he watched her.
"Hm," she said critically, "you must be Harry Potter, huh?" Harry nodded uneasily. "And… who's this? Why is he here?"
"Oh, this is my… friend, Draco Malfoy," he said, casting a sidelong glance at Draco.
"We're very good friends," Draco emphasized, extending his hand for the guidance counselor to shake. 'The kind of friends that fuck every once in a while' Draco said to Harry, who tried hard to hide his blush. "And I'm here because I'm very concerned about him." Draco finished.
"I see," she said, looking down her pointed nose. "Well, my name is Ms. Mercury, as you may or may not have known. What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter?" It was at this moment that Harry noticed a sort of a cold glint in the eyes of this woman—of course, Draco didn't notice. Apparently his bad-guy radar was permanently off.
When Harry merely opened and closed his mouth a few times without letting any noise out, Draco made an impatient noise and lunged forward, seizing his arm. Draco rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and showed Ms. Mercury. As Draco didn't let Harry put a concealing charm on, the scars were revealed, making the guidance counselor wrinkle her nose in distaste.
"This," Draco said pointedly, gesturing towards Harry's arm, "would be the problem."
"I see," Ms. Mercury said, settling back in her chair. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, I think I can take it from here. If you would be so kind…" her voice trailed off as she waved her wand to open the door.
Draco gave a curt nod and strode out. 'Talk to her, Harry,' he urged, casting one last look at his lover.
As soon as Draco had turned the corner, the guidance counselor waved her wand again, securely closing the door. Harry distinctly heard a lock click, which made him feel quite uneasy.
Ms. Mercury allowed her lipstick-covered mouth to form into a faint smile. "Now that he's gone, we can get down to business." She said briskly.
"Frankly, I don't see what the big deal is," she said. "Your problem isn't that hard to fix. You've just got to… well, stop!"
Harry looked at her skeptically. "W-what? Are you… joking?" he gulped. She really didn't sound like she was, but he didn't want to feel foolish if she had been.
"No, I'm quite serious." Her eyes narrowed. "I don't know why you're wasting my time. You probably think that just because you defeated the Dark Lord that everyone will obey your every whim! I bet this is just another publicity stunt, so everyone will pity you!"
"What?" Harry said incredulously. Who was this crazy lady (why yes, yes she is, says the authoress)? Didn't she know that it was a bad idea to say things like this to someone who was already masochistic?
"You heard me!" she snapped, "I suppose you have to get attention somehow, now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone. You're trying to get everyone to think, 'Oh dear, Harry Potter is such a tortured soul! Let's all worship him some more!'"
"Look!" Harry said, leaning forward. "I never wanted any of that attention, okay? I've been telling people that all my life, and nobody ever listens! Not even the guidance counselor of my school will listen! Your job is to listen, and guess what? You're not listening!"
Ms. Mercury just looked at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Mr. Potter, you're such a drama queen."
Harry closed his eyes tight and stood up. When he opened his them, he strode towards the door and turned the knob with purpose. It didn't budge.
Harry turned back to the woman behind the desk, but quickly turned back to the door when he saw her placid smile. He withdrew his wand from his pocket and tried various unlocking charms on the door. None of them worked.
"Um, excuse me," he said sheepishly, "could you open the door?"
"No." she said pleasantly.
"Why? What are you playing at?" Harry said, panicking slightly.
"Sit down, Mr. Potter," she said sternly.
Harry gulped, but listened to her. "What do you want from me?"
"More than you think," she said with a little smirk.
Harry would have screamed. He really would have, but he just didn't have time. All he had time for was a little gasp.
Draco was pacing around the dorm room when Harry walked in. He immediately stopped pacing and turned his gaze to the other young man. "So… how did it go?"
"Eh? Oh, fine," Harry said slowly.
Draco let out a sigh of relief. "Good."
"You sound… concerned."
"Yeah, I was kind of worried. I got a sort of bad feeling while you were in there. I'm just glad you're back now. Well… did the guidance counselor help?"
"Oh, yeah," Harry said enthusiastically. "She made me realize what an idiot I was being. It's amazing what a little talking-to can do, if the right person does it."
"An idiot?" Draco mused, "I'd say that's going a bit far."
"No, not really," Harry said lightly, going to lie down on his bed.
"Uh, okay. Well, let's go to sleep. You're acting a bit strange, maybe sleep will make you feel better."
"Whatever floats your boat," said Harry without batting an eyelash.
"Well, make room then," Draco said, undressing as he walked towards Harry.
"Eh?" Harry said, paling slightly, but he moved over anyway.
Draco climbed into bed and looked at Harry suspiciously for a minute before leaning over to kiss him. Harry froze. At first, it looked as if he was going to move his head out of the way, but when Draco eyed him suspiciously again, he stopped moving altogether and just lay there unmoving as Draco tried to kiss his noncompliant lips. "Okay," Draco said when he broke away. "That was officially the worst kiss you've ever given me. Or, should I say endured, because you really didn't kiss me."
Harry smiled sheepishly and turned away from Draco, lying on his side. "Sorry, I'm tired," he said, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow he was laying on.
Draco tried to invade his mind. Now, he usually avoided doing this, as he thought that Harry should have some privacy, but now he thought it was important. When Draco couldn't penetrate the shield blocking Harry's thoughts, he started to get a bit worried, but not worried enough for him to actually do something like a normal person would. You see, Draco trusts me too much not to do anything evil to him. Well, since when should he trust me?
So, Draco fell asleep, blissfully unaware of the seriously menacing presence beside him. Well, he was only unaware until he was awoken by… well, I'll get to that in a moment.
Meanwhile, Harry wasn't really sleeping. He was faking it rather accurately, and didn't so much as move a muscle (aside from his exaggerated breathing) until he was absolutely certain that Draco was asleep.
Well, calling him Harry would be slightly unfair at this point, as Harry was long gone in the recesses of his mind, and Ms. Mercury was dominating all of his thoughts. Well, if you didn't see that coming, I feel very bad for you—go back to bed and get some more sleep! Anyway, we shall refer to the evil guidance counselor as Harry for now, in order to avoid confusion.
Anyway, Ms. Mercury (in the guise of Harry) quietly rose from the bed as not to disturb the other young man. Well, at least not yet. Pretty soon, he would be set on doing just that.
So, he crept over to the desk across their room to get his wand. He quietly prowled the room, thinking of the exact right spell to do what needed to be done. Draco had to be gotten rid of… he was nothing but trouble!
Finally, Harry settled on the cruciatus curse. He walked over to the bed and softly as he could, muttered "crucio!" pointing his wand directly at Draco's heart.
Surprisingly, all that happened was Draco opened his eyes. "Harry?" he murmured, squinting through the darkness to make out the form of the "man" standing over him. "What're you doing?"
"Huh?" Huh said, surprised. "Crucio!" he muttered again, pointing at Draco more insistently.
"Harry… what the fuck are you trying to do?" Draco said fearfully, backing away from his lover.
"Why won't this affect you Malfoy?" Harry hissed. This was very disturbing for poor Draco, for he had no idea what was going on. So… he did the first thing he could think of and cast a stunning spell on his unfortunate boyfriend.
"Hm, he must not be able to cast anything too damaging on me because of our bond," Draco mused, levitating the unconscious form of his lover.
For once, Draco's intuition seemed to be working, so instead of bringing Harry to Snape like he would normally do (and honestly, it was getting boring), he brought him to Brianna's room.
Well, I would be lying if I said Brianna was not surprised when Draco knocked on her door at three o'clock in the morning, however, she let him in without question.
"Oh my god, what's wrong?" she said in her strange voice that still managed to sound overly girly, even when she was concerned.
"Let's see," Draco said, his teeth gritted, "First he wouldn't kiss me," he continued, jabbing his finger at Harry's chest, "then I wake up with him looming over me, trying to fucking kill me!"
Brianna's eyes widened. "That doesn't sound like the Harry I know!"
"No, really?" Draco said sarcastically, sitting next to Harry's body on the bed. "What d'you reckon? Should we wake him up?"
Brianna was thoughtful for a moment before taking out her wand and whispering "ennervate!"
When Harry opened his eyes, they landed on Draco. "YOU!" he spat, trying to get up from his awkward position on the bed.
But that was when he saw Brianna. Instantly his expression went from anger to shock, then it softened to something much different.
"H—Harry?" Draco said meekly, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. The young man in question stood up and crossed the room in two quick strides until he was standing in front of Brianna.
"Brianna?" he said quietly, his eyes sweeping over her form. "Brianna Stewart?"
"Y—yes. Harry, you know me!"
"But… you're my daughter!" Harry exclaimed, now touching Brianna's face.
"What?" Brianna gasped, "That's impossible! You're my age!"
Harry shook his head, and in an instant, there was a bright light emanating from his every pore. The flash blinded Draco and Brianna, but once they blinked the light out of their eyes, they saw a very disgruntled looking Harry sitting on the floor, confused. Next to him stood a wide-eyed Ms. Mercury, not taking said wide eyes off Brianna.
Brianna looked quite scared. "Wh—what just happened?'
"I'm your mother!" the guidance counselor insisted.
"Whaaa…" Brianna looked utterly shocked.
Meanwhile, Draco and Harry were staring at each other with utter disbelief written all over their faces.
"YOU tried to KILL me!" Draco accused, pointing at Harry.
"You… you sent me to a guidance counselor who took over my body!" Harry yelled in response.
They glared at each other for a few moments before… before bursting out into laughter at the ludicrousness of the whole situation.
"Ahem," Brianna said, walking over to the couple.
"Y—yes?" Draco muttered between bouts of laughter.
"Do you mind leaving me and my… mother alone? I mean, Harry's alright now, isn't he?"
"Y—yes…" Draco said reluctantly, bending over to help Harry off the floor. "But… that woman should be incarcerated!" he said, pointing to Ms. Mercury. "She's an insane woman! Honestly!"
"Dracoooo," Brianna whined, "I just found my long lost mother and now you want to throw her in Azkaban?"
Draco's expression softened. "All… alright. Just, if she tries to harm myself or Harry EVER AGAIN, I am calling the dementors on her!"
Brianna squealed. "Thank you dear!" She said, throwing her arms around her neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. Draco stuck out his tongue in disgust once she had pulled away, and Brianna tried to ignore Harry's death stare.
"Brianna? If that Draco lad is your boyfriend, he's been cheating on you with that other guy, Potter!" Barked Ms. Mercury, looking a little more disgusted than would be normal.
"No, he's not my boyfriend," Brianna giggled, "They're together, mother." Harry smiled nastily and took a hold of Draco's arm, steering him out of Brianna's bedroom.
Once they got back to their own room, Draco turned a confused gaze to Harry. "What the fuck was that all about? Why did that madwoman try to kill me?"
"I haven't the faintest clue," Harry said, beginning to kiss and lick Draco's neck.
"Nngh, but aren't you the least bit… ahhhh… curious?" Draco said between moans of pleasure.
"No. I just wanted to get away from that crazy psycho-bitch as fast as possible before she could have another go at you."
"Yeah… about that," Draco said, pushing Harry away slightly so he could have a proper look at him. "I'm sorry for making you go to her, Harry."
Harry's expression darkened suddenly. "Hey… why the fuck am I kissing you? I should be kicking your scrawny arse! You asshole!" he said, gripping the collar of Draco's nightshirt.
"Hey, pick on someone your own size! And I said I was sorry!"
Harry let go sheepishly. "Eh, I shouldn't have gotten violent. But I'm still mad at you, you tosser!"
"I SAID I WAS GODDAMN SORRY!" Draco yelled, making Harry jump backwards. "Hey… is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he said almost immediately after, his voice softening considerably.
Harry grinned wickedly. Yes, there was something Draco could do… but that'd have to wait for a later chapter, because there are more important things going on right now.
The next day in Potions class, Professor Snape was talking as usual, lulling everybody into a bored silence.
"And today we'll be making one of the blood potions. Unfortunately for you, you'll have to prick your finger in order to get the potion to work properly, but just be thankful that's all you have to do. Just be grateful you aren't making the lineage potion, for that you need a whole pint of blood…"
Surprisingly, Brianna perked up at those words. She raised her hand, which made Snape peer at her suspiciously before he called on her. "Yes… Ms. Stewart, is it?" he said in his bored drawl.
"Heehee, yes. I was just wondering… could you tell me more about that lineage potion?"
"Certainly," Snape said, mildly surprised. "That potion is useful for people who don't know who their parents are, or if they just know one of them. There are two separate recipes—one for the mother's side, and one for the father's side. Once the potion is completed, the person in question will add a pint of their own blood to the potion, then let it sit for thirty minutes. At the completion of the thirty minutes, the subject has to take a single drop of the potion, and place it on the first page of this book—" Snape rummaged around for a moment, then emerged holding a book entitled Blood Lines: Find Your Roots—"and the book will tell you the full name of the parent in question. Of course, there are more complex potions that can be made in order to trace back your entire family history…" Snape droned on for a few more minutes, but Brianna's attention wavered after her initial question was answered.
Draco looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled at him and mouthed, 'I'll tell you later.' Draco frowned, but didn't question her any further.
At the conclusion of the day, Harry and Draco were lounging around in their room, alternating between sucking each other off and doing homework (you can just guess what was getting done more).
However, when Harry was decidedly relaxed, Draco leaned over his torso and took Harry's left arm in his firm grasp, pulling up the sleeve.
"Hey!" Harry protested, trying to wriggle away from Draco's grip.
"Ah, good, no fresh cuts I see. Unless…" Draco muttered, pulling out his wand and muttering the counter curse for the concealing charm. When nothing happened, Draco nodded in approval. "You seem to be improving." He said calmly, releasing Harry's arm.
Harry looked at him angrily and rubbed the sore spot on his arm where Draco had grabbed him. "You could be a little more gentile." But Harry forgave him quickly and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck lovingly. He buried his face in Draco's hair and inhaled the smell of his strawberry-scented shampoo. Draco ignored him until he had begun to lick and nip at Draco's neck, which was a bit too much. Draco stiffened noticeably and shoved Harry off.
"What're you doing?" Draco said, flustered.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Harry answered, seizing Draco and sucking on the hollow of his neck. "I'm showing you how much I love you."
"Well stop it!" Draco snapped, getting off the bed.
"Why? You never had a problem with that before!" Harry called after him, offended (and for good reason).
"I don't want to talk about it," Draco muttered, shutting himself in the bathroom.
"Aww, does Draco have PMS?" Harry sniggered.
"SHUT UP!" and the next thing Harry knew, a bar of soap was coming flying at him.
"Looks like I was right," Harry said, begrudgingly throwing the soap back at him.
When Draco came back into the room (still in his overly-pissy mood), they heard a knock on the door. It was after eleven o'clock, so Draco kept his wand at the ready as he opened the door. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the hallway, he saw Brianna standing there, wringing her hands.
"Hey," Draco said, almost questioningly.
"Hi," Brianna said, biting her lip.
"You… you wanna come in?" Draco asked, stepping aside.
Brianna nodded, stepping into the room. When her eyes fell on Harry, she raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why do you look so upset?" she asked, for Harry was frowning with his arms crossed, staring determinedly at the ceiling.
"We had a bit of a tiff," Harry said shortly, sitting up on the bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?"
"Ye—" Harry began, but Draco cut him off.
"Of course not," he said, smiling at Brianna. "Is this about what happened in Potions class?" he said immediately.
"Well, yes, to be honest," Brianna said, returning to biting her lip.
"Mind telling us what that was all about?" Harry interjected.
"Not at all. You see, all my life I had known that I was adopted. I loved my adoptive parents very much, but I always wanted to know who my real ones were. It was a huge revelation when I found out that the school guidance counselor was my mother, so I figured I'd be able to find out who my father was as well. But the thing is… she won't tell me."
Harry and Draco nodded in understanding. "Go on," Draco pried.
"You see, when Professor Snape mentioned the lineage potion, I figured it would be a good way to find out who my father was," she continued. "I'm no good at making potions, so… would it be alright if you helped me?"
Draco looked slightly surprised at this request, but he agreed nonetheless. "What about you, Harry?" Brianna asked, turning her attention to the young man in question, who was still looking quite moody.
"Alright… I guess I'll come," he agreed, getting up. "You'll need my invisibility cloak, anyway. Do you have the recipe?"
"Yes," Brianna said, pulling a book out of the bag she was holding. It was the very one that Snape had in class today—apparently it was more than just the tester, but the recipe book as well.
"Good," Draco said smoothly, taking the invisibility cloak off the hook it was hanging on. "What about the ingredients? Have those yet?"
Brianna shook her head. "That's part of what I need your help for."
"Okay, well let's get going!" Harry said, throwing the invisibility cloak over the three of them.
They padded silently through the dark hallways of the school, trying hard not to make any noise so as not to wake their classmates (or alarm them—they weren't asleep, most likely).
When they reached Snape's office, he (thankfully) wasn't there, so they proceeded to the storage closet noiselessly, just in case.
Once all the ingredients were gathered, they borrowed a cauldron and made their way into the actual classroom. Setting the cauldron on a burner, they proceeded to add in all the ingredients, following the instructions in the book for the father's side. Brianna hardly flinched when Draco put the needle in her arm for the drawing of the pint of blood.
"Whew, I think we're done," Draco said, wiping perspiration off of his forehead with the back of his sleeve after he had poured her blood into the cauldron.
"Now we wait," Harry said, sitting in a chair and staring into the fire that sat below the slowly simmering potion.
Draco reluctantly took the seat next to him, allowing his head to fall onto Harry's shoulder. "I'm sorry," Draco whispered into Harry's ear. "I overreacted."
"Thanks for telling me that, because I really didn't notice," Harry said stiffly. They could have had this conversation through their minds, but they felt bad about keeping Brianna in the dark. It's quite rude to have a mental conversation while someone else is in the room (save for certain dire circumstances, that is).
"You're mad at me now?" Draco asked, his expression guarded.
"A little pissed, yes," Harry said, crossing his arms indignantly, and ignoring Draco's head on his shoulder.
"Oh come off of it. I said I was sorry." Draco responded, slipping his arm around Harry's waist and putting his other hand on Harry's thigh seductively. Harry clenched his teeth, desperately willing his groin not to betray him by reacting to this gesture. Draco saw the restrain in Harry's face and laughed lightly, nipping at Harry's earlobe.
Harry gave up being mad and caught Draco's lips in a proper kiss. One that lasted for quite a while, until Draco realized who else was in the room with them. Draco backed off of Harry slightly, breaking the contact between their lips and looking at Brianna warily.
"Sorry," he muttered sheepishly, settling back into his own chair (he had managed to make his way into Harry's lap somehow).
"It's quite alright," she said, looking slightly disappointed, "please continue; just pretend I'm not here."
Draco snorted, but he went back to kissing Harry despite his embarrassment. Hey, she asked for it.
Once the half hour was over, Harry and Draco both looked thoroughly snogged, and were desperately trying to adjust their shirts so Brianna wouldn't see what they really wanted to do. They didn't mind snogging in front of her, but sticking their hands down one another's trousers was where they drew the line.
Brianna caught sight of what they were trying to hide anyway, and began to giggle. "Really, you don't have to stop on my account," she said, almost hopefully. "I don't care what you do in front of me."
"Yeah, but we do," Harry said, flushing red.
"Darn," Brianna muttered, looking at her watch. "Oh, looks like the half hour's up."
"Oh, okay," Draco said, thankful for the change of subject. "Let's get that book then."
Brianna took the book off the table next to her and placed it in front of Draco, handing him an eyedropper. "I don't trust myself with potions," she said, encouraging him.
"Er, okay," he said, filling the eyedropper with the potion and bringing it carefully over the page. There was a plastic square in the middle of said page, and above it, it said, 'place sample here.' Draco cautiously squeezed the rubber tip of the dropper, letting exactly one drop of the concoction fall onto the plastic.
Brianna stared at the page, holding her breath, waiting for the book to tell her who her father was. She nervously fingered her hair, twirling it in-between her manicured fingers.
Finally, writing began to scrawl across the page rapidly.
The father of Brianna Stewart is…
Draco hugged Brianna while Harry patted her back reassuringly. She felt tears come to her eyes. This was it… this was what she had been waiting for, for as long as she could remember.
The father of Brianna Stewart is…
Lucius Malfoy.
(End Of Chapter Fifteen)
(A/N): OMG! BRIANNA AND DRACO ARE RELATED! o.0 isn't that weird? Well, everyone thank Gryffindorgrl86 for this new revelation, and for many other aspects. As I have said before, I had a hopeless case of writers block (as in I could not get two words out) but this wonderful reviewer helped unblock me! YAY! Now I've got a ton of plot bunnies hatching. Don't worry; the next chapter will be up A LOT faster. It wasn't because I was busy or anything that this took forever—it was just the writers block. So I apologize again.
Okay, so this is mucho importante. I am indeed thinking of making this two-part series into a trilogy. In fact, I already have an idea. There will be a rather large time-skip though. I need EVERYONE'S opinion! Listen. The third installment shall take place after they graduate from college. They'll be Aurors by then. They'll be partners (much like the police force has). Everything else, you have to use your imagination for now. OKAY, now I need EVERYONE'S opinion on two things. FIRSTLY: should I even write this? Keep in mind that if I do go through with it, I will break my own "only one story at a time" rule, because I have a brilliant one (if I do say so myself) in the works, and I'm quite eager to post it. SECONDLY: who do you like to be the dominant one in Harry and Draco's relationship? I personally have no preference, so I've been flip-flopping between the two of them. Please let me know what you think. If I don't get enough responses to this question, I will just make the decision for myself! So if you want to have a part in where this story is going, please respond! I shall tally the votes, and alert everyone of the winners in the next chapter.
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