Mew: Yay! Chapter three of When Houses Collide is up! –cheers- Oh, the title of this chapter makes no sense whatsoever...ignore it.
Draiku: -stares- Jesus, shut the f—
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When Houses Collide
Chapter 3: Troublemakers
Malik sat in Potions class tiredly. He did not really care about what effect a certain potion would have on a muskrat, or any type of creature at that. Yugi, strangely enough, was deeply into it. He listened to Snape's every word and scribbled down various notes.
"Now," Snape said in that cold, icy voice of his, "who can tell me what any potion mixed with a rat-tail would do to a muskrat?" Only two people raised their hands: Yugi and Hermione. Snape sighed, disappointed that none of the Slytherins knew. "Let's see what our newest student has to say." Hermione pouted and glared slightly at Yugi.
"Any potion mixed with a rat-tail would cause a muskrat to change to the color green and would grow small, mutated-looking horns," Yugi answered. Snape blinked, surprised.
"That is correct. Gryffindor loses one point--," he started.
"Hey!" Malik exclaimed, standing in his seat, glaring at the teacher, "You can't do that! He was right!"
"A-HEM, Ishtar, you interrupted me. Gryffindor loses one point for being know-it-alls. And now you've caused your house to lose another, Ishtar, for interrupting a superior," Snape said coldly. "And Slytherin loses one point for not knowing the answer." The Slytherin classmates sighed dejectedly.
Malik scowled at Snape, one eye twitching, but sat down anyway, sighing with a huff. He began doodling when he was supposed to be taking notes. He finally finished, staring at a picture of Snape's nose growing a gigantic, hairy wart on it. He tucked it away into his bag, hoping that it would come true.
It did.
Snape's nose began quivering, causing the teacher to gasp. Snape watched in astonishment as a large wart with hair sticking out of it popped out of the tip of his nose. All the class, even the Slytherins, burst out in laughter.
"Who did this!" Snape bellowed, causing the class to hush. "Well! What manner of magic is this!" He walked around the room, looking for guilty faces. He slammed his palms right in front of Malik. "Did you do this!" he demanded.
"I-I wouldn't know how to, sir," Malik answered. Snape growled and walked over to Marik, leaning in on him.
"How about you, Ishtal!"
"I don't have my wand with me. I couldn't have," Marik replied coolly. Snape growled again and stopped in front of Bakura. Denial, again. He did this to the entire class, and couldn't pick out anyone in particular. Class soon finished, and everyone hurried out. Marik caught up to Malik in the hallway.
"Hey, new kid," he said.
"My name isn't 'new kid,' it's Malik," Malik snarled at him.
"Sorry, okay? I'm sorry. But anyway, that was pretty funny what you did to Snape back there," he said, clapping a hand on Malik's shoulder. Malik, Ryou, Yugi, Ron, Hermione, and Harry gasped in surprise. Marik was being nice to a Gryffindor!
"H-how did you know!" Malik asked, astonished.
"Oh, come on, it was so obvious. I saw you drawing the picture. So you can draw things and they come true, or come to life or something? I bet that's how you got your cat. Where is he, by the way?" Marik asked.
"Um, up in the Gryffindor common room," Malik answered stupidly.
"I thought so. It takes a while for pets to get used to the crowded hallways here. You shoulda seen Granger's furred meatball, he was freaking out and everything at first. Anyway, I was wondering, can you make people?" Marik said, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Um, I dunno, I've never tried that," Malik answered, knowing that Rishid was close by.
"Ah. You should, sometime. Apparently, whatever you draw happens to people, right?" Marik said slyly.
"I…I guess so. I can't control it, though. Only if I really want it to happen, I suppose. Why do you ask?" Malik was getting less and less nervous around the Slytherin every second they chatted, unlike his friends, who seemed to be getting more anxious. Marik eyed the other Gryffindors warily.
"I'll tell you at lunch. Meet me at the Whomping Willow, out in the courtyard over there." He pointed out the window to a patch of grass with a huge tree in the middle of it.
"Um, alright. Sure. See you then," Malik said. Marik smiled and left, murmuring a "take care of yourself." Malik stared as Marik walked away, paralyzed with confusion.
"What. The. Hell. Was. That!" Ron yelled at Malik.
"I dunno. Just yesterday he was all pissed off at me," Malik replied tonelessly.
"Don't go and meet up with him!" Hermione said urgently.
"Eh? Why not? He seems nice enough," Malik said, confused.
"The Whomping Willow is called the Whomping Willow for a reason, Malik. It can kill you," she said darkly.
"What! It's just a tree!" Malik exclaimed.
"No, it is a tree, but it swings its branches at you until you die. Believe me, it nearly killed Harry and I a few years back. He's probably luring you into a trap. He's a Slytherin, so he's not safe at all. If I were you, I'd avoid him at all costs." Malik gulped, but nodded reluctantly.
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Malik sat at his table with his friends. He suddenly stood up, wanting to know what Marik wanted to speak with him about.
"Where are you going, Malik?" Yugi asked.
"Bathroom," Malik lied. He left the table and while they weren't looking, he headed off to the courtyard with the Whomping Willow in it. There he saw Marik, leaning on the tree, staring at the sky. He was smoking a cigarette in boredom. He suddenly noticed Malik and smiled.
"You came," he stated. Malik nodded sheepishly.
"I thought that those weren't allowed on school grounds," Malik said, pointing at the cigarette in Marik's mouth. Marik shrugged.
"I changed a twig into it, they'll never know," he replied.
"So what did you want to see me for? Are you gonna sic the tree on me or something?" Marik chuckled.
"I guess that Granger told you about the tree. No, I pressed this knothole. It's harmless until we leave," Marik said, pointing at a knothole in the tree.
"Oh. So what did you want me here for?" Malik asked suspiciously. Marik frowned slightly.
"Don't look at me like I'm your enemy. I want to be your friend, Malik," he said.
"What! But…aren't Gryffindors and Slytherins forbidden to be friends?" Malik asked.
"No. But most say that they would never be friends. Well, I'm gonna break tradition and be your friend," he said with a grin. "That okay with you?"
"Well, sure! I mean, it's better to have more friends than enemies," Malik said with a smile. "Sorry for judging you."
"No problem. Hey…c'mere a sec," he said. Malik blinked, but walked over to Marik nervously. Marik looked over Malik for a few seconds. "Alright," he murmured. He suddenly grabbed Malik by the shoulders and kissed him lovingly, wrapping his arms around the boy.
Malik's eyes widened and he tried to push away, but Marik's hold on him was surprisingly strong. And yet…it felt nice. His eyes drooped close, and he clutched Marik's shirt tightly.
Marik mentally grinned. Damn, this boy tasted good. They pulled away slowly.
"Well? You okay with this?" Marik asked gently. Malik was going to nod, but he then realized what he had just done.
"J—you jerk!" he exclaimed, slapping Marik across the face. He blushed in fake anger and walked away briskly. Marik should have been depressed, or angry, even, but he smiled.
"Admit it, Malik," he murmured softly, "you like me. I saw it in your eyes." He laughed softly to himself and walked away from the Whomping Willow, smiling.
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"WHAT WERE YOU DOING!" Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Yugi all yelled at Malik upon his return. Malik blinked, pretending to be confused.
"Uh…number one? Or maybe you'd call it number two, I dunno," he said dumbly.
"Yugi saw you snogging a Slytherin, a male one, no less!" Ron exclaimed in a tight voice. Oh, shit, Malik thought. They know.
"Oh, that jerk forced it on me. He grabbed me all rudely and everything. I got away, thankfully," Malik said, blushing.
"B-but Malik," Yugi said softly. "I saw you. You looked almost like you were…enjoying it. Your eyes were closed in what looked like bliss, and you were gripping his shirt." Malik blushed even more.
"I'm telling you, it was forced. I promise," he said in a shaking voice.
"Who forced it on who, then!" Hermione questioned.
"He forced it on me! Honestly!" Malik whined.
"Oh, really? Well, it looked to me like you enjoyed it, a lot," Yugi said. Malik suddenly got angry.
"Okay, so maybe I did enjoy it a little, but I do not like him!" he yelled and stomped off.
"I told you that you shouldn't have bugged him about it," Ryou said, his tone a dull one.
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"Marik, dear brother, what, if I may ask, were you doing with that Gryffindor out by the Whomping Willow?" Bakura asked. Standing around him were Yami and Draco, all staring at Marik intently.
"Kissing him," Marik replied dully.
"You were kissing a Gryffindor boy, dear brother?" Draco asked.
"Yup."
"And you kissed him, instead of vice versa?" Yami questioned.
"Of course."
"Don't you realize that you're breaking the Slytherin code?" Draco growled.
"No. What rule was that again?"
"Rule number three-hundred-sixty-five: I will not befriend or love, or even get close to any Gryffindor," Bakura recited.
"Oh. That one. Well, since I was the maker of that rule, then I can get rid of it. New rule, number four-hundred-ninety-nine: Any Slytherin who wishes to befriend or get close to a Gryffindor shall not be punished. This rule overrules rule number three-hundred-sixty-five, since we decided that any rule with the number nine in it is more important than all the others," Marik said. Draco snarled.
"Cheater. Oh well, now that you have your little boyfriend, I guess that you don't need to be on the Slytherin Council of Making and Executing Rules," Draco said with a sneer.
"Alright, fine by me," Marik said and walked off. "You're gonna be late for class if you keep standing there, staring at me in disbelief, by the way," he added. Draco cursed under his breath and the three followed the tanned Egyptian back to the Slytherin commons room.
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Malik lied awake in his bed. He looked to Rishid, who was sleeping on the extra, unused bed in the boy's room. He then turned his gaze to Ryou and Yugi, then to Harry and Ron. He hoped that he could still be friends with them, even after he kissed a Slytherin, a male one, too. And there was no denying it, he did like Marik after all.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep, but memories of the kiss were keeping him awake. He snapped open his eyes, as if he expected Marik to actually be with him, kissing him passionately. He closed his eyes once more, forcing himself to not think about the kiss, and finally fell asleep, images of Marik filling his head.
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The next day was the same as always. Malik awoke, had breakfast, and went to his morning classes. But lunch was a little bit different. He didn't meet up with his friends, instead, he found Marik, leaning against the Whomping Willow and smoking, like he was the day before.
Marik noticed him.
"Shouldn't you be eating, Malik-kun?" he asked. Malik stared at him intently.
"Why did you do that to me yesterday, Marik? Why?" he asked. Marik put his hands behind his head.
"Do what?" he replied as if nothing had happened. Malik glared.
"Why did you kiss me!" he demanded. Marik pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke.
"I wondered when you'd ask that," he murmured. "Come here so I can tell you. It's a secret only for your ears." Malik frowned warily. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna kiss you against your will," Marik said, rolling his eyes. Malik finally stepped over to him and Marik pulled him into a hug.
"Wha--! Marik!" Malik exclaimed.
"Shh, don't say a word," Marik murmured into his ear soothingly. He tightened his grip on Malik.
"Oh, gods, don't hurt me," Malik begged.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise," Marik whispered. "The truth is, Malik, I like you. A lot." Malik's eyes widened.
"So…that kiss wasn't just for your own pleasure or something!" he hissed.
"No. I really do like you, more than anything else." Malik clung to Marik like he did the day before.
"Marik…" he muttered, tears spilling from his eyes. "I like you too." Marik secretly smiled.
"I thought so. You didn't quite put any hatred in that slap you gave me yesterday."
"S-sorry about that," Malik said nervously.
"It's alright. It didn't hurt. So, are we together? Like, closer than friends?" Marik asked, holding him even tighter.
"Yes. We are," Malik whispered. He pulled away gently and gazed into Marik's eyes. He finally pulled him into a kiss, closing his eyes happily.
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Malik grinned as he walked into the Great Hall.
"What are you grinning about, Malik?" Hermione asked suspiciously when he sat down next to Ryou. Malik kept grinning.
"I am…" he started, then stopped, smirking mischievously.
"What?" Ron asked.
"I'm not telling!" Malik answered childishly.
"Please tell us, Malik? We want to know," Yugi said, smiling slightly. Malik shook his head no.
"Nope! You'll just have to guess!"
"C'mon, please! The suspense is killing me!" Ryou and Harry both begged.
"Alright, I'll tell you," Malik said. There were a few seconds of silence.
"What? What is it!"
"I," Malik said. Another few seconds of silence passed.
"What next! You…?"
"Am," he said. Silence.
"What! You are…!"
"In." More silence.
"What! What are you in!" the five in front of him begged.
"Love!" Malik cried, standing up and spreading his arms wide. They all blinked.
"With who? Tell us, please!" Harry said. Hermione, however, knew, and giggled.
"It's a secret!" Malik said, grinning.
"Please? Is it…uh, that girl? Or maybe that one over there? How about that one!" Ron asked, pointing at various girls.
"Nope, nope, and nope!" Malik said.
"What about that one?" Yugi asked.
"Nuh-uh!"
"That one?" Ryou suggested.
"Nada!"
"What about her?" Harry asked.
"Ehrrhn! No jackpot!"
"Then who is it?"
"I'll give you a hint. It's not a 'she'," Malik said.
"Then who is it? That Gryffindor? Or maybe that one? How about him!" Ron asked. Clearly, everyone but Hermione was dumbfounded.
"Nope, nada, zip!" Malik said, shaking his head.
"Oh, come on, it's so obvious! He and Marik are in love!" Hermione said, standing up.
"Bing-bing-bing! We have a winner!" Malik exclaimed, pointing at Hermione.
"Seriously! You mean…that you're boyfriend to each other!" Harry asked and Malik nodded in reply. "But…he's a Slytherin!"
"And what's your point?" Malik asked.
"He's the enemy!" Ron exclaimed, standing in his seat.
"Not mine! And so what if he comes from Slytherin, so what if we have our differences, he and I are together!" Malik sighed blissfully.
"Oh, and Malik," Hermione said. "I apologize for objecting you and Marik's being together yesterday. I take it all back. You two look quite cute together, actually. Congratulations, and good luck!"
"Thanks, Hermione," Malik said, smiling. "Anyway, I'd better get ready for class! I heard from a couple o' Ravenclaws that we're gonna have a pop quiz in Potions today, so I gotta study, study, study! See ya!" Ryou, Ron, and Harry looked at each other. They knew nothing of potions. They ran after Malik frantically to the Gryffindor commons room.
Hermione and Yugi laughed.
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Marik walked into the Slytherin commons room coolly. He saw his brothers staring at him.
"What?" he said dumbly.
"We saw you snogging that Gryffindor brat again, today," Draco snarled. Marik growled softly.
"He isn't a brat, he's my boyfriend. And if you insult him one last time, I'll rip your face off and eat it," he threatened. Bakura, Yami, and Draco widened their eyes at him in disbelief.
"Y-you are his boyfriend! Impossible! You're insulting Salazar Slytherin, the creator of this house!" Bakura yelled.
"He's dead and gone. I need not worry about his feelings," Marik said, still angry at his siblings. Yami glared at him.
"Well, then since you apparently don't care about the Slytherin way any longer, then we hold the right to kick you out of our little council," he said in a dark voice. Marik glared at them, silent.
"As of now, you cannot make and execute Slytherin rules. Thus, all of the rules you made can be removed from the constitution. It is now against the laws to have any relationship with a Gryffindor, except as enemies," Draco, Bakura, and Yami said simultaneously. Marik shrugged.
"So?" His brothers gasped as he shot a deathly cold glare at them. "From this moment on, I will not consider anyone who is against Malik and I my friends. Not even you three." His brothers gasped again.
"Y-you can't do that! We're your siblings!" Yami objected.
"Doesn't matter anymore. Good riddance to you all," Marik snarled and left to his next class, leaving his brothers dumbfounded.
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Malik sat next to Marik in DADA class, all the Slytherins and Gryffindors staring at them. There was usually a strict division between the lion and the snake, but today, apparently, the colors blended.
Another strange thing that was going on was that the teacher wasn't here. She was nowhere to be found.
Just as they were about to give up hope and speak with each other loudly, the doors slammed open and in came the new DADA teacher. She ignored the students' gasp and made her way to the front of the class. Then, she slammed her palms on the desk, not looking up. Everyone waited anxiously. Finally, she looked up, grinning.
"Welcome to DADA class, children. I hope that you all enjoy my class," she said in an icy tone. Using her wand, she lit a few of the torches in the dim room. "Please excuse the darkness, I'm just more used to it." Everyone shuddered slightly.
"Today," she said, pacing back and forth in front of the class, "we shall begin working on…" She suddenly grinned even more widely. "Negative and positive numbers." The class gasped.
"That's Muggle work! I refuse to do it!" Draco shouted among the whines of protest. The class went on about having to learn about magic and not math, but Ms. Rakara stayed silent. She held up a wand and murmured a short spell. Immediately, all the students' went mute. They tried to speak, but the couldn't.
"That's better, now isn't it?" she said, smiling in a sickly-sweet way. "I don't think that you understand me. I'm not talking about mathematics, or numbers. I'm talking about the opposites of people." She murmured another spell and the students regained their voices.
"W-what do you mean?" Hermione asked, raising her hand.
"Well…take Mr. Malfoy here, for instance. He is a negative number, so to speak. Let's pretend that he's the number…oh, negative twenty-five. Now let's take Mr. Potter here. Let's guess that he's number positive twenty-five. Do you understand, yet?" Harry and Draco glared daggers at each other. Ron raised his hand.
"But they can't be the same number, they're totally opposite!" he objected.
"Precisely!" Ms. Rakara yelled, starting the class. "Although they have the same digits, they are totally opposite. Mr. Potter is the positive version of Mr. Malfoy, and vice versa." Now it was Harry and Draco's turn to say something.
"That's impossible! We can't be opposites of each other!" they yelled at the same time.
"See? Although they have different opinions, they have the same ideas about each other. Harry, what do you think of Draco?" Harry glared at Draco.
"That he's a slimy, bratty, whiney, mental bastard!" Harry growled.
"And you, Draco. What do you think of Harry?" she asked, ignoring Harry's fowl language.
"That he's a stupid, idiotic, disagreeable, difficult, and mental bastard!" Draco snarled.
"Now, as you can see, their last two words, 'mental' and 'bastard' were the same. What does that tell you about Harry and Draco?" she asked. Neville raised his hand nervously. "Yes, Mr. Longbottom?"
"That they dislike each other a lot?"
"Besides that."
"Oh. Then…they think the same of each other?"
"Correct! Five points to Gryffindor. Now, if you're a positive, it's good to find your negative side, and vice versa. Why do you think that it would be good?" She looked to Neville, who was currently one of the bravest, wisest kids in the classroom.
"So that they can take their anger out on one another so they don't get a stomach ulcer?" The class laughed.
"True, but it's good to get close to your other side. Does anyone have an idea as to why?" Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Granger?"
"Because if you take a negative number five and add five to it, then it equals zero, which is neither positive or negative, so you live in bliss?" she suggested.
"EXACTLY!" Ms. Rakara yelled, causing the class to jump in surprise. She walked over to Malik and Marik. "Now, you two seem to be friends, despite the fact that you're in opposite houses."
"Uh, yes, ma'am," Malik and Marik said softly.
"How do you feel about that?"
"Really good!" Malik said with a grin.
"And in fact, we're closer than friends!" Marik added. Malik blushed slightly.
"I knew it," she said, smiling. "Now, see how these two are happy together?" she asked. The class nodded, though a little freaked out about the thought of a male Gryffindor and a male Slytherin getting together. "They are opposite numbers of each other, and since they're together, they made a zero, which is neither negative or positive, so they can think what they want despite their houses." She looked around the classroom.
"Now," she continued. "just by standing here, I can pick out a person's negative or positive. And since all Gryffindors are opposite to all Slytherins and vice versa, someone on this side of the room is opposite to someone on that side of the room. Let's see…" She looked to Yugi. "Positive." She looked to Yami. "Negative. Oh, and we'll have a new seating arrangement, from now on. You must sit in your assigned seat or points will be subtracted from your house."
Everyone stood up and moved to the back of the room.
"Okay, Yugi, sit over at that table, and Yami sit next to him," she said, pointing at a table. Yugi gulped nervously and sat at the table. Yami joined him, glaring, but his expression of distaste and anger looked quite fake.
"Marik and Malik, sit together at that table." Marik and Malik hurried to the table and sat down. "Ryou and Bakura, sit at the table next to them." Bakura was first to sit down, and Ryou nervously made his way to the table, sitting down cautiously.
"Harry and Draco, sit next to each other." Harry shot threatening glares at Draco and Draco growled in return. She continued to make the seating arrangement until finally, all the Gryffindors sat with a Slytherin at one of the tables. "Okay, class is over. You are excused."
Everyone hurried out of the class. Malik hurried up to Marik, who was waiting for him.
"Man, I was so worried that I wouldn't sit next to you in class! I'm glad that she arranged us like that," he said. Marik chuckled softly.
"Same here." Malik stepped closer to Marik and leaned his head on the Slytherin's shoulder. Marik smiled and wrapped his arm around Malik, still walking down the hall.
Meanwhile, Ryou was shoved up against the wall by Bakura. He stared into Bakura's eyes fearfully.
"Just to let you know, if you even think that I'm your opposite number or whatever, you'll be on a one-way trip to Hell, got it?" Bakura hissed. Ryou nodded, and Bakura left. Ryou blinked, noticing a strange marking on his arm, peering out from under his sleeve.
"Ba—I mean, Touzoku," he said. Bakura glared at him.
"Now what do you want!" he demanded. Ryou pointed at his arm.
"What's that on your arm?" Bakura went pale and clapped his hand over his arm, right over the mark.
"Why do you care! It's just…none of you business!" And he stomped off angrily. Ryou frowned slightly. He hurried to catch up with his friends. Harry saw him.
"What took you?" he asked.
"Touzoku just pinned me up against the wall, that's all," Ryou said.
"I'll have a word with him, if you like," Marik offered.
"No, thank you, Marik. I wasn't worried about that, but I saw a marking or something on his arm. When I asked him about it, he got all angry," Ryou muttered. Marik widened his eyes.
"You saw…" he cut himself off.
"What?" Ryou asked.
"Never mind, it was probably just a scratch. He gets into a lot of fights," Marik said quickly.
"Oh, okay, but--."
"Well, I should get to the Slytherin commons, since we go in opposite directions here," he said to Malik, cutting Ryou off.
"Aw. Well, see you tomorrow, then," Malik said, hugging Marik.
"Bye," Marik called and waved as he walked away. The six Gryffindors waved back.
"Who would have thought that a Slytherin would wave to us while walking away? And who would've thought that we would wave back?" Ron wondered. Malik chuckled.
"Anyway, Ryou, what were you saying when Marik cut you off?" Hermione asked.
"The mark had a certain pattern to it. I can probably re-create it," he said. They came upon the portrait of the fat lady.
"Accio Expelliarmus," Harry said and the portrait swung open. "Ryou, could you draw what you saw of the mark?" Harry asked. Ryou nodded, taking out a sheet of paper. He sketched a bit on it, erasing and redrawing lines. He finally finished, and held up the paper.
"Here." Harry, Hermione, and Ron gasped.
"I've seen that before," Ron hissed. Harry picked up his pencil and finished the fragment of a drawing. Malik, Yugi, and Ryou gasped.
"What is that?" Yugi breathed.
"The Dark Mark."
TBC
Mew: Crappy, crappy, crappy, crappy, crappy, crappy, crappy ending. Yet, suspenseful. You all know what the Dark Mark is, right?
Draiku: Baku-chan's a Death Eater! NOOOOOO! –screams and flails about-
Mew: It seems as if Draiku has a soft spot for Bakura. Oh well, who doesn't? –grin-
Yoko: Now you can R&R! –grin-