AN: Oh last chapter I didn't know the real password to the passage to Homesgade so I made up one so oh well. Thanks to all those who reviewed oh and HecateDeMort? Do you always say, "GREAT!" ? Lol. Don't worry I still love your reviews.
Chapter 15
While Harry amused himself by playing with moving magical figurines of a unicorn and a dragon, Draco was looking over all his Potions notes looking for away to speed up Harry's changes. He then realized he could do a simple Finite Incantatum Potion but that would take a month to brew. He snapped the book shut. Of course, Snape had to have a vial of that Potion in his lab! Why hadn't he thought of it before?
Draco was about to tell Harry to stay here, but then he thought the better of it. Even though he changed his password and gotten a new portrait of Slazar Slytherin over the entrance to his room, he had a feeling a person could still enter. He wanted to take no chances. Never had Draco felt so violated when he found out his room was broken into and that he was impersonated by an earring wearing asshole, though from what Harry said, he would look good with a diamond stud in his ear.
"Come with me Harry." He said and Harry looked up. "Where are we going?" he asked and Draco told him that they were going to "borrow" a potion from Snape's lab. Harry was excited. "Yay! That sounds like fun!" he said and requested a piggy back ride from Draco who complied for his minture sized boyfriend…….in a way.
So Draco left his room, adding a few more protecting charms over it and walked to the Potions classroom with Harry on his back, choking his neck with slightly chubby arms, causing Draco to gag. When they reached the Potions lab, Draco quietly slipped in, looking around to see if his godfather wasn't around. On normal conditions, he would just ask his godfather for the potion but Snape was keen on seeing Harry suffer (which he really wasn't) and without Harry Slytherin had a fair shot of winning the Quidditch Cup.
The Potions classroom was deadly quiet and Draco set Harry off his back and walked into the Potions storeroom that was filled with millions of vials.
"Accio Finite Incantatum Potion." He said and several vials zoomed towards him. He caught one and quickly put on a pillow charm on the floor on which they fall on, safe. Draco set them back on the shelves, pocketing the one he had for himself. Harry jumped on the fluffy floor. "Whee!" he squealed and Draco rolled his eyes and muttered the curse away and Harry pouted when his feet touched the regular cold stone floor of the dungeons.
"That was easy." Draco said as they left the Potions classroom. He was once more a mule to Harry who was succeeding in choking him again. Now that he had the potion, he could give it to Harry and then Harry would be back to normal. Then he could try and find out how Miggorian knew Fudge. When they re entered their room, Draco set Harry on the bed and uncorked the vial and handed it to the toddler who sniffed it and turned his nose away.
"I don't want it!" Harry said and Draco cursed him for being so stubborn.
"Just drink the damn thing Pothead!" Draco snapped and Harry began to kick his legs and bounce on the edge of the bed.
"I don't wanna! I don't wanna! no No NO!" he said and stuck his tongue out at Draco whose fingers twitched to wrap around the little boy's thin neck. Draco's grey eyes narrowed. "All right then you asked for it."
He proceeded to grab Harry's chubby cheeks and he forced his jaw open and poured the potion down his throat. Harry choked and spit some up, but he swallowed most of it.
"ABUSE!" the boy shrieked and Draco smirked. Abuse indeed. "It'll probably take a night to kick in." he said ignoring the green pair of eyes looking fiercely at him. He didn't want them to be cooped.
Draco ruffled Harry's hair. "Why don't we take a little visit to the Hufflepuff dormitory? I'm bored and I feel like a little fun."
Little Harry forgot his anger and he threw his hands up to the air and began cackling madly. Draco gave him a weird look. And people thought HE was evil.
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The sun was beginning to set and while the carriages with Hogwarts students rode back to the castle Harry and Draco were laughing at their handiwork. They were in the Hufflepuff boys dormitory. While Harry had graffitied on the walls with magical chalk that drew whatever scribble he instructed it too, Draco had transferred all the girls undergarments sprawled everywhere in the dormitory. When the boys came back, they were going to be attacked by severely pissed girls. Draco put gay magazines (yes he has his own collection) on beds on totally straight guys so their sexual orientation would be questioned and Harry put honey in every pair of shoes.
"This is good." Draco said, "But we need a few more finishing touches."
"Let's do something muggle." Harry said and charmed up rolls of toilet paper. Fifteen minutes later, the dormitory was a white papery haven and the girls dormitory wasn't much better off. They put spaghetti in their notebooks, made their floor into jello and instead of toilet paper, they decorated their dorm with colorful cobwebs. They left the common room filled with mice from floor to ceiling and walked back to the Great Hall laughing as the students and teachers filed in from their trip.
"What's so funny?" asked Ron who spotted them and Draco twirled his wand in his fingers. "You'll find out." He said as Dumbledore told children they had twenty minutes to freshen up for dinner. Ron looked at them oddly before shrugging. Draco let Harry go with the Weasel to the Gryffindor dormitory while he smiled sickly sweet at Snape who was positive someone had broken in his lab (spells) while he was out and when he saw Draco smiling at him he mouthed, "Twenty points from Slytherin." And Draco's mouth disappeared. At least Snape saved his reputation. It would be the talk of the rest of the year: Snape deducts points from his own house! Hell really has frozen over!
Draco smirked and went to fix his hair.
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At dinner when Draco went over to the Slytherin table, it was obvious he was unwelcome. His once 'friends' thought he was a traitor so he went back to the Gryffindor table. He was a Malfoy and he didn't need anyone's blessing.
"Dumbledore wants us all to pack and come to his office after dinner." Hermione whispered to Draco. "We're going to floo to the Leaky Cauldron and then portkey to Grimmauld Place."
Draco's eyebrows bent down. "What is Grimmauld Place?" he asked, snickering at the Hufflepuff table where the students still looked jittery and suspicious of one another. It was a prank the Weasley twins would have been envious of. Draco and Harry snickered as Justin Flinch-Fletchley walked down by the Hufflepuff table, a large strand of toilet paper trailing behind him from his shoe. Hermione huffed and answered Malfoy's question.
"Grimmauld Place is the Black Estate hidden in between two muggle houses. It used as a safe house for……" Hermione lowered her voice. "For the Order of the Phoenix. We'll speak about it later."
Draco made no remark and finished his mail. His father's raven flew down and landed a red letter in his meal. Draco paled. His father had never sent him a howler.
"Better open it." Ron said, face red as he remembered the howler his own mother had sent him in their second year. Draco sighed and opened the envelope where a loud, cold voice erupted in the Great Hall.
"DRACO, NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO SOCIALLY EMABARRASED. YOU'VE BEEN GALLAVATING AROUND WITH THAT BRAT POTTER AND YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DO NOT COME ON THE TRAIN TOMORROW. YOU WILL BE DISOWNED! I WILL HAVE NO SON OF MINE BECOMING A DISGRACE TO ME AND OUR L………OUR FAMILY NAME. BE HERE AT THE MANOR MALFOY OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES. I'VE GOT EYES WATCHING YOU. OH AND SNAPE, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR THIS. DON'T COME BACK OR YOU'LL BE DEAD. YOUR GAMES ARE UP." Lucius Malfoy's chilling voice hissed and the letter burst into flames.
Draco tried to keep a cool composure but his shivering threw off his façade. Everyone was allowed one fear and Draco's fear…….was his own dad. Draco discarded the ashes and shook his head. Was it him or was his life getting worse? He stood up.
"I'm going to pack." He said sharply and excused himself from the table and left the Great Hall, Zambini, the new Prince of Slytherin smirking at his retreating back.
AN: This looked like a good place to stop. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!