But, He's Mine Chapter 17: The Letter and the Library, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise does not belong to me; it belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling. Lucky her! I am doing this purely to see if I can, I am not making any money off of this what so ever. Unlucky me!

Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?

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Draco, Vince and Greg did not go to dinner because they had a few things to sort out… in private… without the other Slytherins around. The first issue regarded Greg's little outburst in the hall that day. With some serious silencing and anti eaves-dropping spells on the seventh years' dorm room, Draco let rip at his friend for his stupidity.

"I cannot believe you would do something like that! Has your adopted persona affected your brain? What was running through your mind when you decided to spout your beliefs in a public corridor? How do you think certain people in this house would have reacted if they heard you renounce him? You not only put your self in danger, but me and Vince as well."

Draco paced the room angrily as his larger friend stared impassively at him, Greg did not see anything wrong with what he had done. So he had scared Weasley a little, so what? A good talking too would do that twit some good, and anyway, Greg was always aware of his surroundings and had known no one was near, he knew no-one had heard his true feelings about the snake.

Draco's voice softened, "I know that you have gone through a terrible ordeal and it is hell bottling up all your emotions but the end of this is getting closer. Just hang in there and it will all be worth it soon."

As Draco finished talking a raven swooped into the common room window and dropped a letter at Draco's feet, picking it up he saw his father's writing on the envelope.

Draco

Severus Snape tells me that you have made a Discovery concerning your gift, why didn't you tell me? When I gave you your present I was hoping you'd keep me informed, you must know by now that you, my only son, are one of the greatest interests in my life.

All is quiet here; the Ministry holds little interest for me at the moment, so I am extending my interest into property. One can never have enough property son, remember that. A site in Surrey has caught my interest.

I must cut this short; a house elf is waiting to speak to me.

Your Father,

Lucius

P.S. Draco, please extend my sympathy to your friends, loss of a parent is always difficult, as you well know.

"Oh shit" Draco sighed, his father was pissed. And Voldemort had found the Dursleys.

"I need to speak to Dumbledore, has the feast finished?" He asked his friends, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket

"Yeah, about two minutes ago, maybe you should unblock the room to let everyone in?" Greg replied

"Right, I will see you later, work out why we weren't at the feast okay?" And with that Draco left the room, releasing all the spells he had put on it as he went.

Marching up the corridor towards the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office Draco was pleasantly surprised to see the headmaster himself moving towards his office from the opposite direction. Schooling his features into his Slytherin mask Draco approached the headmaster.

"Professor I need to discuss something with you, can we speak in your office?"

"Certainly Mister Malfoy, after you" Dumbledore returned, gesturing the young boy up the revolving staircase.

Once inside the round office, Draco waited for the Professor to close the door before he started talking. And once he started talking he didn't stop, all he said was in one continuous stream, Draco didn't even stop to see if Professor Dumbledore was listening.

"Professor I need to talk to you about Granger, I feel that she is abusing her position, she is using the restricted section for her assignments and has an unfair advantage over the rest of us. Oh you have a phoenix how nice,"

Draco went over to pat Fawkes, but sneezed when he got within a foot of the brightly coloured bird and pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket he continued speaking.

"Stupid bird, always was allergic. Well I must be off, thankyou for seeing me."

And with that Draco strode out of the office, seemingly not noticing the letter that had fallen out of his pocket when he had pulled out his handkerchief. Dumbledore would have been interested to see the satisfied smirk that was on his students face as Draco left the room, he had completed what he wanted to do, and hopefully without Dumbledore being any the wiser.

For one of the first times in his very long adult life Albus Dumbledore was a bit mystified by a student's behaviour. What the hell had just happened here? Looking at the empty doorway the blonde had just left through Albus shook his head and decided to pass Draco's bizarre behaviour off as a teenage mood swing. Turning to say goodnight to Fawkes before he retired for the night he noticed a piece of parchment on the floor, Mr Malfoy must have dropped it when he pulled out his tissue. Dumbledore picked it up, intending to give it to Fawkes to return to the Slytherin, when something caught his eye. Feeling a little guilty for reading a students' private document Albus' heart stopped as he read the words Lucius Malfoy had written to his son.

Walking to his fire he grabbed a handful of green powder and cast it into the flames

"Severus, I think we need to have a little chat."

The next day Harry and Hermione went to the library after class to do some homework and to catch up on each others news. Harry sat listening to Hermione speak, absentmindedly twirling the signet ring Sirius had given him on his finger with a small frown marring his forehead, he was so used to the stone being warm that is felt a little disconcerting when it was cold, as it was now. After hearing about how wonderful Ron was, how brave, how handsome, how caring, Harry decided to tell Hermione his news, if only to shut the girl up.

"Hermione, Draco kissed me yesterday"

"Oh my goodness, Harry! When? How? Why?"

"I don't know why, we were sitting in the library finishing off Snape's assignment then suddenly he just kissed me. And then he pushed me back and was all pale and flustered and stuff and ran out of there."

"Wow, so did you like it?"

"Well I am mainly confused. Why would he do this? He's never shown any interest in me before. I mean we hated each other for six years! Now I think we are moving towards friendship and he goes and kisses me? What if this is all a prank?"

Hermione, who had heard Ron's story about Goyle, knew for sure that this was not a prank and moved to reassure her friend.

"Harry I reckon you should talk to Malfoy, maybe he has simply realised what a great guy you are… And if it's a prank then you can hex the little ferret!"

"You're right Mi" Harry smiled at his best friend, "Now, if I swished my wand like this would it change the stone into a sofa or do I need to be more forceful?"

And with that the focus shifted and the two friends spent a happy few hours in the library studying.

Harry had decided to stay a little later in the library than Hermione, as he needed to finish up some Divination homework, so he was sitting alone when someone else came and sat next to him.

"Okay, let me say this without interruption, or I will never get it out. Yesterday in the library, it wasn't a joke. Over the last two weeks when we were working on the Potions assignment I like to think that we have been becoming friends and I just couldn't help myself wanting to take it further than friendship. Please don't freak out about this. I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, I was simply acting on my emotions. Please don't go back to the way we were before, I value your friendship, and whatever happens it would be very sad if we couldn't talk anymore like we have over the last two weeks."

Draco sat watching Harry carefully, he had been very careful not revealing his veela heritage, not wanting Harry to think his actions were due to an outside influence. For though he had acted as if he hated Harry Potter in the past, Draco actually had admired him and he was truly happy that they were becoming friends, and he reckoned that even without his veela side insisting Harry was his mate, he would have wanted to get closer to this boy. His veela blood had simply opened his eyes to the possibilities that were closed before. Harry sighed

"Look Draco, I don't know what to think, for the past six year we have been enemies, now we are friends and suddenly you want to get closer? Just give me time, I have a lot on my plate at the moment and regardless of the circumstances I am not sure anything could happen until certain things are resolved."

"I understand that Harry, just don't shut me out ok?"

And with that, Draco got up and walked away, saying as he left that he needed to write to his father. Harry sat staring after him once again twirling his ring around his finger, noticing with surprise that the stone was warm again.