Malfoy woke, to an arm snaked around his waist and his own stuck underneath some ones back, cupping their bottom. He groaned loudly, trying to pull his arm out from underneath the dead weight. He signed and with a rather loud voice said, "oi, Potter would you mind getting off my bloody arm, I have things to do." He tried fruitlessly for several moments more to pull his hand out when his own statement came and hit him in the head. With a yell of holy fuck, he wrenched his hand out from under his arch foe, waking the boy in question.
With a dazed look, his slit open eyes scanned the room, taking notice of a shocked looking Malfoy and a nearly dead fire; he wanted to go back to sleep but it didn't look as if Malfoy would let him. Come to think of it how did Malfoy end up there, he wondered. He replayed the memories of last night, no drinking, no drugs, no mind-altering spells, he thought. "What the fuck?" he said, actually confused.
"That's what I am thinking, where do you get off sleeping with me?" screamed Malfoy loud enough to raise the dead.
"I'd get off anywhere," replied Harry with a bemused look, he never did stop teasing Malfoy even if he was half asleep. Malfoy only glared at him, used to this by now. Then recollections of last night came popping to his mind, giving him the unwanted answer he was looking for.
"Bloody shagging hell!" he scratched to no one in particular, though Potter felt compelled to reply.
"Anytime, anywhere," was his smooth voice. Then Malfoy remember the room of requirement and glared even more heatedly at Potter, trying to forget the humiliation and shame he'd felt when Potter had left him. The room instantly became 10 degrees colder.
"Oh fuck no, you had your bleeding chance and you bloody left me alone! I'll never offer again, that's twice I've offered my hand in friendship, and twice you've shut me down. I should have learned the first time but I didn't, known however I have. Good day mister Potter, let your soul rot in hell." With a swirl of his crumpled robes he left the room to a stunned and hurt looking Harry, who only then started to mumble about explanations after he'd walked out.
Harry put his head in his hands, "man I've fucked this up good," he said aloud though no one could hear him. "This is almost as bad as that Voldermort thing", he said to himself. He signed, and then started laughing insanely at that last thought, his shoulder shaking with the force of mirth. Like his love life was anything compared to Voldermort's continuous attack for 6 years. He fell back onto the couch, his arms over his eyes to cover the light and lay silent for many minutes contemplating many different ways to go about this situation. Again he signed in frustration and defeat. He couldn't think of a way to make this better, he couldn't think of a way to get Draco Malfoy to love him. Yes he did just say love, he realised now that it was Malfoy, Draco he corrected himself, that he loved not Xavier. He loved the way he laughed at something sadistic, he loved the way Draco looked beneath him, over him, he loved the way the blond pouted when he didn't get what he wanted even though it was so minimal it wasn't of grand importance.
He wanted to cry in the injustice of it all, but knew that any tears shed would be black. Black blood was all he was able to cry after Voldermort's demise, all that he'd left in his wake, not to terrible a price.
In its stead he picked himself up and got control of his raging emotions. He made his way over to his desk and continued his half done homework. Minutes past, as did hours, still no one entered the common room to disturbed him. Harry finished his homework with a flourish of ink and quill.
Letting out a deep breath he shoved everything into his bag and placed it next to the door, for class' the next day. Then he gathered his wand and his robes and quietly made his way down to the great hall, looking at his watch, he saw that it was late afternoon, supper time. Actually he was 10 minutes late for supper.
He got to the great hall and found oddly enough that it was locked, what the hell he thought. Odd as it was he was rather hungry so did not bother to find out if it was dangerous inside. With a swish and flick the door unlocked without a word, he'd learned to do spells without saying them, handy thing in the middle of the night when trying to escape Mr. Filtch.
Then wanting to make a scene, because let's face it he always did, he spelled both doors to open and admit him. He mussed up his hair slightly and stood in the middle of the doors, with a muttered word the large doors opened to permit him into the completely chaotic room.
No one was moving, though if you define chaos as lots of movement then this wouldn't have been it, the other word would be pandemonium. And the reason for this pandemonium would be the dark clad figure holding a wand at mid chest level in the direction of headmaster Dumbledore.
He was speaking forebodingly, saying hateful words filled with anger, depression and lonesome. He was in all aspects, a crazy delusion man. But he had a very steady usable wand pointed at Harry's one living father stature left.
Harry having absolutely no control over his temper at the best of times was having extreme trouble at the moment. Then with a fleeting thought of why he was holding it in he unleashed his angered magic at the death eater, for that was clearly what he was, in mid rant about destroying the dark lord and such. The curse, Harry had no idea what he'd sent at the man, pushed the man off his filthy feet, 30 feet into the air. He landed with a thud, his wand no were close to him. But even defenceless he was still dangerous. Harry wanted to make sure he wouldn't be any more, to anyone, not even a baby.
Removing his feared wand in a slow motion, the boy who continued to live to defeat the dark lord pointed it and released an unforgivable. "Crucio," he said, in a loud clear voice for every one to hear. Many gasped, while a few fainted. Harry kept the curse on for a full minute before removing it and submitting the man to a new one. Blood spilt from his mouth, unnoticed on his black robes. Grinning at the sound of cough filled blood; Harry laughed and threw a cutting curse at the man, now he was bleeding from more then one place. This amused Harry for unknown reasons. This sick form of torture, that Harry himself had been subjected to was not long lasting, soon the man was unconscious with Harry sneering down at him wishing it had lasted longer. All his hate, his fears, his never dying emotions had been filling those curses, now he was empty and was glad.
Giving the disgusting pig one final kick Harry turned to make sure no one was hurt. He was faced with disbelieving eyes, many fainted people, several disgusted looks and a couple who were throwing up there recently eaten supper. Twisting to Dumbledore, he saw that the ever famous twinkle was missing; his wrinkled face carved with worry, but more importantly shock.
Without waiting for the noise level to reach his ears, with the adrenalin pumping threw him he couldn't hear a thing, he turned on his heals and ran, thoughts of hunger long forgotten.
Pale grey eyes watched as his fellow head fled the scene, slowly getting up unnoticed he slipped threw the open doors, searching for the boy he'd shut down hours ago.
He looked long time, but to no avail. Draco had looked for him in the room of requirements, the library, the shrieking shack, every possible hiding place he could think of, except one. He made his way over to the second floor bathroom, desperately hoping the ghost haunting it wasn't home.
Although not a parsalmouth, Draco had heard Harry speak it on several occasions; he used the bits he knew to say 'open'. The Chamber of Secrets slowly opened to sallow him seconds after he jumped down. Consuming him in the darkness that was not uncommon to him, he fell.
A/N: I am going to stop there, because I want to post this, I've realised I haven't posted anything in a while so here you go. Though my randomly dying internet is to fault for that I can't give it all the credit. There will be major slash in the next chapter just warning you all. Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter, also please have a look at my other work, I'd really appreciate it. Well that's all for now folks. REVIEW! Spoiler for next chapter: Draco finds Harry in the chamber. He he he I know.