A/N: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with him. sighs I wish I did . . . Well . . . I guess all of us Harry Potter fans wishes that, huh? Lol. Many thanks to all of those who reviewed. Here! Have some cookies! . hands cookies to reviewers
"Draco," Harry stared at Draco, looking at his very unusual paler skin and . . . WHAT THE FUCK? Is that blood on his shirt? "Umm . . . You've got red on you," (That was from Shaun of the Dead) Draco looked down at his shirt.
"Yeeaahh . . . I had a red pen break all over me . . . " Draco spit on his shirt and rubbed his hand on his shirt, trying to remove the red stain.
We don't have pens . . . We have feathers . . .
"Oh . . . Umm . . . What are you doing all the way over in Gryffindor territory?" Harry asked, looking at the red spot.
"Nothing . . . Just hanging around . . . Are you coming to the lake tonight?" Draco looked up. Harry looked into his grey eyes. Instead of that usual bright-eyed Draco he use to know, now had a dull boring look.
Harry gave a small nod. "Yeah, I'm coming . . . But whatever you were going to tell me. Can't you say it now . . . I mean . . . Were alone . . . " Harry looked down the hall then back at Draco's face.
Draco shook his head. "No . . . Not here . . . S-Someone might be watching . . . C̀ya . . . Harry," Draco winked at Harry, as he turned around and headed back to the Slytherin common room. Harry narrowed his eyes. That was weird . . . Was that red stuff on his shirt blood? He-he didn't kill someone, did he? Like a muggle born . . . Harry gulped. Maybe the only reason he wants me to see him is 'cause he wants to kill me! No, no, no . . . Draco wouldn't do that . . . Harry gulped again. Would he?
Harry continued his way to the Gryffindor common room, still thinking about what would happen at the lake tonight . . .
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Draco fasted walked down the hall, heading toward the Slytherin common room. Shit what the fuck was I thinking? I told myself over and over to clean up before I leave my dormitory. But tonight I had to forget didn't I? Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Shit why am I so fucking sleepy . . . I-I guess I didn't get much sleep... I guess my hunger got the best of me, hehe. Oh, well. It's not like that drunken bastard had anything to live for. I hope I'll be able to contain myself from Harry's ne . . .
Suddenly without warning Draco was cut off by thunder booming over the land. The boom echoed throughout the halls of Hogwarts.
Great . . . Now its raining . . . Not that it's a bad thing . . . I love the rain. Draco's legs turned him around a began to head for the outside. Not as much as I love Harry. He stepped onto the ground of the wet earth, his feet sinking into the earth. Rain began to wet Draco's hair forcing it to stick on his head, his robes were soaked, sticking to his body, his shoes made noises as he walked. He looked up into the sky. The rain drops that dropped from the sky fall onto his face and eyes, forcing his eyes to shut. Draco watched lightning streak across the sky.
Lightning . . . So misunderstood . . . Just like me . . .
Draco's legs walked him forward. A normal wizard would have slipped on the muddy force of the earth, but not Draco . . . He walked on the muddy earth not slipping ounce . . . No, Draco wasn't normal . . . There was something that made him more special then the other wizards . . . Draco blinked out water out of his eyes, which made him look like he was crying . . . Or maybe he was . . . Draco didn't know or really cared . . .
His legs stopped in ankle high water of the lake. He looked at the murky water, seeing a school of silvery fish swim by. Draco plopped down into the murky water, looking into the water watching the silvery fish swim into the darkness. He looked back up into the sky watching the wonderful display of lightning zigzagging though the sky . . .
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Harry walked though the portrait of the fat lady and into the common room. It was empty. Just the way Harry liked it. He walked over to one of the over stuffed chairs and sat down. He stared into the fire, enchanted by the flames. He looked up at one of the clocks which read: 8:14.
I'm bored . . . I wonder where Hermione and Ron are at . . . Wait, I don't want to know.
He rubbed his eyes and heard the portrait open. Harry looked at the portrait as a red head walked in with his head down looking at the ground.
"Hey, Ron."
Ron's head snapped up and looked at Harry. "Oh, hey, Harry . . . How's it going?" Ron walked over to Harry and plopped down on another over stuffed chair that was across Harry.
"Really good,"
There was silence for a few minutes, till Harry spoke.
"Where's Hermione?"
"Working on homework like always, after you left and we finished breakfast. She dragged me to the library." Ron sighed and scratched his head, "After awhile I lost her amongst the bookshelves and came here. God . . . She can be so annoying sometimes."
"Yeah, but you love her." Harry grinned at Ron.
Ron gave a small chuckle. "Yeah, your right, like always."
"I'm not always right, Ron."
Ron looked down at his feet and played with the rim of his robes. Harry shook his head and looked back into the flames of the fire. When a loud thunder shook the windows in the common room. Harry twisted his head and looked at the window closes to him, on his right. He watched the raindrop's splat on the window and slid down.
"That's some storm," Ron said looking out the window also.
"Yeah, at these kinds of times I wish I was in the dungeons."
Ron looked at him with a confused look. "Why?"
"Well, think about it. This is the Gryffindor tower, right?" Ron nodded his head, "Well, lightning could hit us and cause some damage to the tower." Harry looked at Ron.
"True, but if you had to go to the dungeons then you would have to deal with Snape . . . Malfoy . . . and all of the other Slytherin's and I don't think you would want to spend time with them now do you? Besides, I think Dumbledore would have put a spell on the tower, yano. To keep that kind of stuff away."
"It could . . . What do you want to do now? I'm bored as hell."
"Me too . . . Want to play wizards chess?" Ron asked getting up and walking over to a table where a chess board and pieces were abandoned.
"Sure! Even though im going to lose." Ron smiled bring the chess board and pieces over, placed them on the coffee table in front of Harry. Harry picked up the black pieces and put them in their proper spots. Ron went around the table and sat on the floor opposite Harry and did the same to the white pieces. Being white (I think white goes first . . . But I'm not sure . . . ) Harry went first and the game began . . .
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Draco walked down the corridor. His clothes stuck to him showing off his body, the water he carried made it feel like he was ten pounds heavier, water was pushed out of his shoes every time he walked, plashing on the floor. He was heading to the Slytherin common room ounce more, for some peace and quiet. All around him teachers and students looked at him as he walked by, he didn't care.
He walked down to the dungeons. He saw Snape who shook his head, knowing what Draco was going threw, sense he did to at one point.
"Draco," Snape motioned Draco to follow him into his office. Sighing, Draco followed. Snape's office was dark with a gothic look to it. The shelves mostly had skulls of different animals and humans. Also potions, Draco knew some of them but others he couldn't figure out. Snape went behind his desk and sat down.
"Draco, I know what your going though is tough. Hell, I even went though it," Snape looked at Draco's boring look on his face. "But I know you can get though this. Just like I did . . . " Snape got up, went around his desk, kneeled down so he was eye level with Draco. "I know you can get though this Draco . . . It might seem hopeless, but you can though this . . . Trust me. Now go to your dorm. You need to get out of those wet clothes."
Draco slowly nodded, turned around, and opened the door. He was half way out the door when he heard.
"Just remember Draco . . . I'm here for you."
Draco gave a small smirk and went to the painting of a dragon and a snake wrapped around it, not far from Snape's office.
"Passsssword?" The snake hissed at Draco and uncoiled around the dragon.
"Draconis," Draco whispered, tucking a piece of wet locks behind his ear.
The snake hissed and the dragon let out a dazzling display of flames. The portrait opened and Draco walked in. Being head boy had its vantages. Getting your own dorm, no annoying dorm mates snoring keeping you up all night, bossing people around, taking house points away, and knowing most of the passwords of paintings in the school, but not the other house's paintings . . . If they were behind paintings that is.
Draco walked up the stairs to his room. His room had a dim light that was on 24/7. The colors were all green and silver for that Slytherin look. It was cold in Draco's room but it didn't bother him for he was always cold . . .
Draco walked to his dresser and opened in. He dug around for some new clothes. Ounce he found a new set of clean clothes, he went to the bathroom and start a bath. When he was done with his bath and put on his clean clothes. He laid down on his bed and took a nap.
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After Harry and Ron played wizard chess, they played Quidditch till 8:36. They put their brooms away and climb in bed. Harry put a charm on his clock so that only he could here it and set it to 11:30. Harry leaned back and fell to sleep . . .
A/N: so, has anyone figured out what Draco is? Hmm? I'll give a cookie to anyone who gets it riiight. Oh, and if I got more reviews it might push me to type more . . . Just a thought though. winks