Author: essenceofthedark
Warning: shounen ai or gay, whatever you want to call it, if you do not like, you no read, got it? And the rating might get up later on…. Be prepared for the worst, I haven't decided yet :P
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author's note: Woah a fic written by me that's not in the anime category, that must be the first sign of the apocalypse (I've started on a lot of animefanfictions that's just waiting to be finished, I just felt like finishing this one before the others). No kidding, but honestly; they're a cute couple… Oh and this fic is dedicated to the good grammar fairy whom hasn't only helped me with the grammar in this one, but also with many of the ideas for the story, well she was the one who made me think of making a fic about them in the first place. Oh and certain persons will be ridiculed etc in this fic, but that's because it's written in Malfoy's point of view. Mind this is based mostly on the books, so it might not always make sense if you haven't read them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, isn't that obvious? I mean if I did then this would not be out here on , if I were J.K. Rowling this would have been part of book nr.6 in the series… Nope, unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter, but J.K. Rowling does.
The disclaimer and the warning count for this and all future chapters.
Chapter one: Fistfights are punished if you are caught by one or two teachers…
I was taking a walk outside in the school's private park. The weather was as usual this time of the year, the late august-sun was shining and it was pretty hot. It felt as if someone tried to bake us, something that made me even more snappy than usual. Those who have encountered me before know that I'm not the easiest person to handle and those who have encountered me in this mood before… well, let's just say that they don't want to meet me in this mood again. Crab and Goyle did, as usual, trail one step behind me like long-lost puppies that hoped that I knew the way to their home. It made me grind my teeth in anger. How dared my father doubt me so much? I mean, why did he have to hire those two to be my 'guardians'? I'm not so stupid as everyone think I am and I can take care of myself, though there have been some moments where I've been glad to have them about. But that's not the point, I could have tolerated them a little bit, but actually hiring those two to keep an eye on me, and they're not there to protect me from others. They're there to, how did my father put it?, they're there to 'protect me from myself'. Gee, father, thanks for trusting me.
Okey, I have to stop thinking about that, it's like adding fuel to fire. Which, for the moment, is not a good thing, for the first one to encounter me, I mean. I gritted my teeth, I just need to punch someone in the face right now, hard. Couldn't that damn heat just go away? I thought while flexing my fingers, looking for any excuse good enough for my two 'guardians' to get into a fight. Around me there were small freshmen running around, playing chase in the 'nice' weather. How they managed to do so, without dieing from the heat and loss of liquid, was beyond my imagination. Must be some new 'coldspell' that I haven't heard of yet. Other kids were around too, the oldest walked around in groups laughing or chatting happily. What's more annoying when you're in a bad mood than happy laughing teenagers all around you? Answer: Nothing.
Suddenly something caught my attention. There they were, the three angels. The mudblood, that fucking always-saving-the-moment thinks-he's-better-than-everyone-else-freak and the poorer-than-what-should-be-legal a-shame-for-all-pureblooded-wizards. I grinned a morbid smile; here was the perfect excuse to unleash some of my anger and frustration. I changed the direction in which I was walking and set the course towards those losers. Oh how I anticipated what would come now.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" I spat venomously at their backs and they started to turn around to face my 'friends' and me. "Get lost Malfoy" the redhead moaned, he's such a coward. "What? Are you afraid to face me, Weasel-bee?" Oh, how I enjoyed seeing the redhead change colour until he matched his own hair. "Oh, leave him alone, Malfoy" a really annoying voice interrupted my little ridiculing of her precious friend. "What's it to you, mudblood?" I spat back and before I knew more I felt a fist connect with my chin, knocking me down onto the green grass. Even though my jaw hurt I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. Finally I got the fight I was looking for. I looked up, glancing into two deep pools of emerald green. I guess it's my lucky day today.
"You'll regret that, Potter" I spat at the black-haired teenager as I got up on my own legs before throwing myself at him with all I got. Soon after we were almost wrestling on the ground, not exactly what you see everyday. Most of the time I prefer verbal war, not physical war, but today wasn't as all the other days1. Smiling I tried to kick him some place where I knew it hurt. Yes, I know, two teenage wizards fighting with their fists and not their wands, well this suits me better now, it's more efficient when it comes to get relieved of stress.
"What's going on here?" I heard a familiar cold voice speak before thin air gripped my collar and hauled me back on my feet. Yeah I know, this shouldn't have come unprepared on me, but still it did. Soon I stood facing my all-time-favourite professor, Snape. "Professor, he was the one that started it all" I said quickly, knowing that he didn't believe one word of what I said, but being the one he was, he would favour me this time as every other time. "That's not true" Potter tried as always to protest about his unfair treatment. Sometimes, I have to admit, I feel sorry for him, though it's no long-lasting feeling of pity. To be honest I have no idea what's wrong with me, though I try to shrug it off and forget about it and very often it works.
"Now, now, Potter. Self-centred as always I see. Always so… self-righteous" Snape used his slimy, dark voice, for Harry that was never a good sign. I grinned, this really was enjoyable, a pity I hadn't thought of this before. Before things could get better a sharp voice that belonged to my perhaps least favourite teacher pierced the air. "What on earth is going on here?" Oh great, just ruin the fun for me will ya? Professor McGonagall came walking with firm steps towards us and she did not look happy. "Ah professor McGonagall," Snape smiled a forced smile in greeting. "These two had a fist-fight, though I have my suspicions that Potter started it all" he had no chance to say no more, before Potter and his two disgusting friends pushed past him.
"That's not true professor" he spouted in a hurry. Oh yeah, that's right Potty just go on like that, that was real smooth2. "That's right professor, Harry did do nothing until he came and started to insult us" Oh, the redhead coming to the rescue now, eh? Little Potty needs someone to protect himself, eh? Oh poor widdle Potty, I'm so going to enjoy this. "Professor" oh that mudblood, can't she just shut up? She is so annoying. "Professor" she said again, more sternly this time. "Yes miss Granger" Professor McGonagal looked strictly at her over the edges over her glasses. "Professor, what Harry said is true, and" she pointed to me "he called me a mudblood" Everything went quiet. "Malfoy, is this true?" that old wrinkled witch turned to me. I grimaced on the inside; she could compete with the bogeyman anytime. "Professor" Snape interrupted whatever I was going to say. "I don't think who started the fight has anything, whatsoever, to do with the fact that I found these two in a fistfight. Who started the whole thing do I consider as irrelevant since we can't prove anything unless you want me to make a truth-serum to get to the bottom of this" He looked her straight into her eyes without even blinking. She pursed her lips, obviously trying to restrain her anger. "Very well" was all she said finally. "Since we clearly won't come to an agreement, it's straight to the headmaster's office. Now" she looked at us expecting us to run off at once. "Well, go ahead" she said when no one moved. I looked pleadingly at Snape, hoping for him to get me out of this. The headmaster's office, a place that pupils were only sent on rare occasions. Oh, this was so not good. I glared at the bitch one last time before following after Potter up towards Hogwarts. I swear that I'll get my revenge on her someday.
As we walked through the halls of the castle none of us said a word. Only the sound of our footsteps could be heard. It was as I mentioned a very hot day and everyone were outside, cause somehow it had become even hotter inside than outside. When we had arrived in Dumbledore's office and stood before his desk the air was thick of quiet upset. The way he was writing on a long roll of parchment as if he hadn't noticed us was quite unnerving. When he finally put his quill in the inkbottle and glanced at us over his half-moon shaped glasses I felt much better. Not that my position had improved for the moment, but at least I wasn't treated like air. If I hate something, it is being treated like air.
"I find the matters of young hearts very peculiar don't you?" was the first thing that old fogey said. How such a senile toad could be this schools headmaster, is more than I can imagine, talking about something totally different than what we were here for now? What had he been writing, a love letter or something? Anyway, if it made him forget about our punishments… well, I'm not going to complain. "Excuse me sir?" the black-haired boy said. "What exactly are you talking about?" Dumbledore turned his head to look at him specially; he looked at Harry for a moment as if he had never seen him before. That's good Potter, keep his attention on you and let him ignore me. "Why, nothing Harry. Do not pay much attention to an old man's prattle. Now on to the matter at hand" I groaned inwardly, why couldn't he just have forgotten3 all about it?
"Let's see, I guess that being bonded for a week should be enough" he said after one of his little dramatic pauses. "Uh, bonded, Sir?" Harry looked like a question. At first Dumbledore blinked as if he first didn't know what we were talking about. "Yes, Mr. Potter; bonded. A spell that does not allow you to leave each other sides with more than a meter" as he said those words horror welled up inside me before I blurted out: "Are you saying that I have to spend a week together with that… with him?"
To be continued
1 That's because I've come across this thing and started to alter much of the story to how I would have liked it…
2 Can't you just feel the sarcasm?
3 He knows already because, well because it's magic.
Well that's it for now, did you like it or not? I'm mean toward them don't you think? Oh, how I love being mean. Please review and remember that constructive criticism is most welcome as always.