Title: A New Teacher
Author: Azure K Mello
Part number: chapter three
SPOILERS: HBP
Pairing: None Yet.
NOTE: Some dialog is taken directly from the books.
Summery: Can Harry accept his new Occlumency teacher and find what he needs to learn or will his own preconceptions tear them apart?
The night dragged on like a wounded cat refusing to die. Harry felt as though he was getting worse as time progressed. As he became more lethargic he became less capable of blocking Malfoy out. Thankfully Malfoy was getting tired too and was wandering into his mind, finding nothing of importance.
He was concentrating on his itchy scalp when Malfoy broke through his defenses again.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
A scampering noise was followed with a high pitched laugh.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl. . . stand aside, now. . ."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead. Not Harry! Please. . . have mercy!"
Waking on the floor Harry was groggy, "What happened?" he asked expecting Ron or Hermione to answer.
"I found something that made you faint," Malfoy sneered.
"What was it?" asked Harry trying to figure out what could make him react so strongly.
Shaking his head Malfoy said, "No idea. You actually managed to block me out after about four seconds. Maybe you can just faint on the Dark Lord. Some man was telling a woman to run and then there was a high pitched laugh and green light." Harry leaned to the side and vomited on the floor. "What the hell was it?"
Indignant that the boy would have the gall to ask, Harry glared at him, "Fuck off, Malfoy."
But he forgot to look away or shield his mind and so as Malfoy looked into his head the boy found the answer. "You remember?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy. It's not any of your business."
With a nasty smile The blond said, "No? You're eating my food, you're sleeping in my bed; I have to get something out of this."
"I'm not eating off your plate, or sharing your pillow; Dumbledore is forcing you to have me."
"'Have you'? I've not had you."
"Fuck off."
"Go to bed, Potter. We'll start again tomorrow."
Harry dreamt.
It wasn't pleasant.
In the morning he felt unrested.
"I'm in love with you," the blond boy whispered.
Looking Harry realized Draco was talking to a cup of tea. "And I'm the mad one?" he sneered.
Completely ignoring Harry's comment Malfoy said, "Get tea, get your arse into the living room."
A few minutes later they were ensconced in comfy chairs by the fire that still refused to give off heat. Instead of a sensation Harry focused on a thought, "This sucks."
Malfoy didn't break his barricades for an hour. They drank their tea and kept eye contact in silence and it was only when an owl came to the window and Harry thought, "Who is sending mail to a secret-kept house?" that Draco got into his mind and within three seconds he had pushed the boy back out thinking, "This really sucks." He saw the memory and thought, "No really, God, this sucks."
He was on the floor, on his side, and his cousin was kicking him in the back. Every time Dudley's steel-toed boot hit the flesh to the left of his spine he vomited blood. Vernon was laughing and saying that, as Harry couldn't take punishment like a man, he couldn't have pudding. He'd baked the cake this morning, milk chocolate truffle, his favourite.
As he limped to his cupboard he was pleased that he'd spat in the batter before putting it in the oven. He pissed blood for a week.
"This sucks," he said aloud.
"You're getting better," Draco said grudgingly. He stood to retrieve the note for the owl. "Severus is coming tonight."
"This really sucks." Harry barely noticed the compliment Malfoy had given him.
With a shrug Malfoy said, "I must admit, I thought this would be more fun. I mean, not for you obviously, but for me. I expected more horribly embarrassing memories."
With a irritated scowl Harry said, "Sorry to disappoint. Let's go again."
An hour went past and Harry actually had a series of things he thought about, he just made sure he did it with his whole mind. Eventually he said, "I'll be right back." He really needed to do a wiz. He reflected that three cups of tea might have been a bad idea.
"Not until I get into your mind."
"Fine," said Harry and dropped his shields completely. He allowed Draco two seconds. Ron was shouting, "No friend of mine is a poof! Harry isn't a fairy, 'Moine!" Harry put his walls but, now desperate use the loo the Slytherin boy didn't have much problem breaking back into the thought just in time to hear Ron say, "Fuck you, Harry, I won't have a poof for a friend!" With a final push Harry shut Draco out of his mind permanently.
Without a word Harry left to relieve himself and wash his hands. Draco was sitting in the same position when Harry came back and commented, "He relented of course."
Nearly snarling Harry bit out, "You're allowed to see them not to comment." But he wasn't that angry. He felt only relief because he had blocked Draco out before he could hear Ron scream, "Cedric was bad enough, but a Slytherin? You're fucking a Slytherin? That's sick."