A/N: well... {grins} um... hmm... {looks around as if interested in walls and ceiling} stucco sucks, um... blue... cricket... FORE!
Aheheh, stupidity for my amusement. Sorry this was sooooooooooo late, school, you know, and I had writer's block. But I'm back!
Disclaimer: nope. I am not JKR. Wish I was, but I ain't. Nope, don't own Jack Squat. Well, I own him, but not Draco or Harry. But I can mold them into anything I want with my ideas. Plot's mine too, yep. This story's mine too, yep. But not what it's based on, nope. Nope, nope, nope nope nope.
10......
Harry and Draco flooed back to Snape's almost four hours later, after eating and now heavily laden down with bags. Harry hadn't enjoyed the shopping, to say the least, but it had given him something to do so he wasn't complaining. Harry ran the things up, then came back down to the sitting room, only to find Draco completely engrossed in a letter. Oswarae was on his shoulder, reading it as well.
"What's that?" Harry asked, moving over to him.
Oswarae cawed and went to Harry's shoulder, and Harry patted the bird lightly; "Well?" he asked again, about to snatch the paper away.
"Hold on," Draco said curtly, his eyes darting back and forth as he finished the letter; "You're not going to believe it," Draco said letting the parchment fall from his hands and to the floor. Draco looked at Harry; "Dumbledore's coming."
Harry snorted; "Yeah, sure he is," he said; "And the Easter bunny lives under my bed making egg grenades."
Draco wasn't amused; "I'm serious," he said, voice void of anything other than that; seriousness.
Harry stared at him; "He's going to interrogate me," he muttered, moving over to the window and looking around outside. The front was vacant, save for of course the birds and small mammals that came in from the surrounding fields.
"Listen, I know you'd just love to stand your ground," Draco said, idly picking pieces of invisible lint from his shirt; "But, as a Slytherin, I suggest we run."
"He'd find us," Harry murmured; "The bloody old fool has eyes everywhere," he looked at Draco; "We should just not let him in."
"Or, we could just let them think we're out," Draco suggested; "Hide in the shadows and all..."
"I'm not going to hide," Harry said, "You can, I'm not."
"Oh, stop being a bloody Gryffindor!" Draco said; "Let's just go to Muggle London for a few hours, come back tonight or something!"
"By then they might have someone watching," Harry said quietly, crossing his arms and looking out the window again.
Draco paused, watching Harry intently. He was again deep in thought, his eyes void and distant. He was completely still, save for those emerald orbs that solemnly scanned the outside world with disguised worry.
"Why is Dumbledore coming over a cause of worry?" Draco asked; "He's obviously just wondering why his little pet is hiding away at a place he assumed his pet hated."
"Why do you call me that?!" Harry asked, looking at him; "I'm not Dumbledore's pet, whatever the hell that may mean," he added, eyes twitching; "I've washed my hands of the Order."
"Oh?" Draco asked; "Then that's why he's coming. To woo you into returning and leaving us snakes behind," he sniffed dramatically, falling onto the couch; "Go on then, leave me!" he crooned, the back of his hand covering his eyes.
"Stop it," Harry said, looking at Draco. He smirked; "People will think you're the bitch."
"Well, as I said before—" Draco began, but was stopped with they heard a relative knocking from the door. Both vampires froze.
=/Harry.../= Draco projected, eyes fixed in the direction of the door.
=/I know/= Harry replied, moving away from the window and to the entrance hall. Draco got up, and followed.
=/I'll answer the door, you go in the study/= Draco said. =/pretend to be reading, or something!/= he shoved Harry down the hall towards the mentioned place, and then went to he door. Looking around and straightening his shirt out of formal habit, he then opened the door.
But it was not Dumbledore standing there, oh no. It was Granger, and the Weasel. They both seemed like they didn't want to be her, and after quickly scanning their thoughts, Draco found this to be true. Weasel especially wished to be elsewhere, or snogging said girl beside him. /Oh, there's a piece of interest/ Draco thought.
"What do you two want?" Draco finally drawled, after his assessment of the two.
"We want to talk to Harry," Hermione said.
"Hmm, let me think," Draco said, "No."
"Let us in, Malfoy," Ron said.
"Well, I can't," Draco replied coolly, idly examining his nails; "for, like Harry, I am a guest here. And, the owner of this home is currently unavailable. Perhaps you should come at another time, though I'd hope you'd just turn and never come here again."
"Malfoy, please, I want to speak to Harry," Hermione said; "Five minutes is all I ask."
"Well, again I must decline your offer, Granger," Draco said; "For, you see, after hearing some of the things that's happened to Harry, I'd like to hex you both into oblivion, or even kill you, whichever suited my mood when the opportunity came;" he paused; "Are you done bothering me yet?"
"No, we're not leaving until we can talk to Harry," Hermione said firmly, her foot stomping on the small porch.
Draco eyed her dully, clearly bored by the matter; "As fun as arguing can be," he drawled; "My answer shall forever be no."
"Let us in," Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"Gods and I thought you were smart!" Draco exclaimed exasperated, rolling his eyes; "Get off this property before I curse you off!" he said loudly, then promptly stepped back and slammed the door in their faces.
Draco smirked as he walked back towards the study, and saw Harry sitting on the small couch, cross-legged and deep in thought as his eyes scanned a page to a very large tome.
"What'd you find now?" Draco asked, leaning against the door pane.
"Just some interesting nonsense," Harry mumbled, looking up; "I take it they're leaving?" he drawled.
"Of course," Draco said, walking over and sitting on the couch beside him; "I think they're in Hogsmead."
"Go figure," Harry said, setting the book on the coffee table before him. He stretched his legs out, and sighed; "Only a matter of time, I suppose," he mumbled, leaning against the armrest as he turned to face Draco.
The sight was so inviting, Draco thought, seeing Harry's lap vacant. The blonde crawled over and promptly took the opportunity, and Harry raised and eyebrow.
"Only a matter of time until what?" Draco asked innocently, curling up and resting his head on Harry's shoulder.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes; "until Dumbledore sends the Order to get me. You see, he feels that I'm a volatile, sporadic and angry power-house that needs to be tended to and kept on a lease."
"Which you've broken," Draco said, idly tracing circles on Harry's chest.
"Yes," Harry said, shivering and taking Draco's hand in his to stop the menstruations.
Draco pouted, sticking his lower lip out and furrowing his brow. To Harry, he looked like an unhappy, spoiled, four-year-old. Never the less, Harry let his hand go, and continued.
"Since I ran away from home, ran into the Weasleys, and came here, I know he's been rethinking his plan."
"His... plan?" Draco asked, losing his pout and looking at Harry quizzically.
Harry nodded; "Over the years, you know, I've been picking small things up. One thing is Dumbledore's desperate for power."
"Well, there's a shocker," Draco muttered sarcastically.
"I'm serious," Harry said, "After he fought and defeated Grindewald, the man couldn't stand not being in the lime light!"
"Well, he is an old codger, Harry," Draco said; "So what, are you going to propose something from your paranoid stricken mind and suggest we go somewhere else?"
Harry shook his head; "No, no point," he replied sullenly; "I'm going to see him in another week, anyway..."
"Oh well," Draco said; "You'll get resorted and be with me, what's it matter?"
"It matters a lot, you snake," Harry said, "The fact that I'll probably end up killing him for what he's done is enough to worry about!"
"I'll hold you back," Draco whispered seductively, wrapping one arm around Harry while his hand started tracing the circles again.
"Really, Draco," Harry said, "here? What if someone walked in on us?"
"Snape won't mind," Draco whispered; "I think he gets a kick out of it," his voice trailed off as he began kissing Harry's neck.
Harry groaned, and held his hand up to Draco's wandering one, stopping the blonde yet again; "Listen, lust bucket," he said when Draco looked at him; "I'm not in the mood, okay? I'm sorry, but I'm just-mmph!" his voice was cut off as Draco kissed him. Harry gently removed the blonde, staring him in the eyes with that stern, yet vacant, gaze that told Draco against his intentions.
"Sorry," Draco whispered; "I..."
"Whatever," Harry said, getting up, but not before pushing Draco to the couch and off of himself.
"Harry," Draco said; "What'd you read in that book?" /that's got to be the reason/ Draco thought.
"Nothing, Draco," Harry growled, walking out of the room. He stormed up the steps, walking down the short hall and out onto the back balcony. Harry leaned against the railing and sighed, his eyes glaring daggers at the sky above.
/That damn book/ Harry thoughts, closing his eyes almost painfully as he bowed his head. /Why'd I even pick it up...? Now I'm officially ruined.../
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Back in the study, Draco had watched concernedly as Harry had left, noting the tone of the young man's reply. Far from hurt, Draco had shunned it almost immediately, his attention going to the book in question.
Draco reached out for the book, pausing as he notice the quivering of his hand. He took the tome in his hand, and sat down, placing it in his lap. Draco read the title sullenly. 'Dark Arts and the Creatures that Came With it...' Draco knew this book all to well. And yes, Harry had a right to be upset over it. It was filled with nothing but Darkness, lurid explanations on all manner of hexes, curses, and of course, the creatures that had either created, become immune, or had the capabilities to use said spells and potions. Draco sighed as he opened the book, and began to read it, brow furrowing as he found the bent page Harry had marked, supposedly the darker vampire thought he had done so inconspicuously, but Draco had noticed. His eyes only darkened with hatred towards the author of the book.
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A/N: sorry this was late and short, school is hell and I had to get this out. What's in the book, you wonder? Hmm......
Review, Review!!!
Aheheh, stupidity for my amusement. Sorry this was sooooooooooo late, school, you know, and I had writer's block. But I'm back!
Disclaimer: nope. I am not JKR. Wish I was, but I ain't. Nope, don't own Jack Squat. Well, I own him, but not Draco or Harry. But I can mold them into anything I want with my ideas. Plot's mine too, yep. This story's mine too, yep. But not what it's based on, nope. Nope, nope, nope nope nope.
10......
Harry and Draco flooed back to Snape's almost four hours later, after eating and now heavily laden down with bags. Harry hadn't enjoyed the shopping, to say the least, but it had given him something to do so he wasn't complaining. Harry ran the things up, then came back down to the sitting room, only to find Draco completely engrossed in a letter. Oswarae was on his shoulder, reading it as well.
"What's that?" Harry asked, moving over to him.
Oswarae cawed and went to Harry's shoulder, and Harry patted the bird lightly; "Well?" he asked again, about to snatch the paper away.
"Hold on," Draco said curtly, his eyes darting back and forth as he finished the letter; "You're not going to believe it," Draco said letting the parchment fall from his hands and to the floor. Draco looked at Harry; "Dumbledore's coming."
Harry snorted; "Yeah, sure he is," he said; "And the Easter bunny lives under my bed making egg grenades."
Draco wasn't amused; "I'm serious," he said, voice void of anything other than that; seriousness.
Harry stared at him; "He's going to interrogate me," he muttered, moving over to the window and looking around outside. The front was vacant, save for of course the birds and small mammals that came in from the surrounding fields.
"Listen, I know you'd just love to stand your ground," Draco said, idly picking pieces of invisible lint from his shirt; "But, as a Slytherin, I suggest we run."
"He'd find us," Harry murmured; "The bloody old fool has eyes everywhere," he looked at Draco; "We should just not let him in."
"Or, we could just let them think we're out," Draco suggested; "Hide in the shadows and all..."
"I'm not going to hide," Harry said, "You can, I'm not."
"Oh, stop being a bloody Gryffindor!" Draco said; "Let's just go to Muggle London for a few hours, come back tonight or something!"
"By then they might have someone watching," Harry said quietly, crossing his arms and looking out the window again.
Draco paused, watching Harry intently. He was again deep in thought, his eyes void and distant. He was completely still, save for those emerald orbs that solemnly scanned the outside world with disguised worry.
"Why is Dumbledore coming over a cause of worry?" Draco asked; "He's obviously just wondering why his little pet is hiding away at a place he assumed his pet hated."
"Why do you call me that?!" Harry asked, looking at him; "I'm not Dumbledore's pet, whatever the hell that may mean," he added, eyes twitching; "I've washed my hands of the Order."
"Oh?" Draco asked; "Then that's why he's coming. To woo you into returning and leaving us snakes behind," he sniffed dramatically, falling onto the couch; "Go on then, leave me!" he crooned, the back of his hand covering his eyes.
"Stop it," Harry said, looking at Draco. He smirked; "People will think you're the bitch."
"Well, as I said before—" Draco began, but was stopped with they heard a relative knocking from the door. Both vampires froze.
=/Harry.../= Draco projected, eyes fixed in the direction of the door.
=/I know/= Harry replied, moving away from the window and to the entrance hall. Draco got up, and followed.
=/I'll answer the door, you go in the study/= Draco said. =/pretend to be reading, or something!/= he shoved Harry down the hall towards the mentioned place, and then went to he door. Looking around and straightening his shirt out of formal habit, he then opened the door.
But it was not Dumbledore standing there, oh no. It was Granger, and the Weasel. They both seemed like they didn't want to be her, and after quickly scanning their thoughts, Draco found this to be true. Weasel especially wished to be elsewhere, or snogging said girl beside him. /Oh, there's a piece of interest/ Draco thought.
"What do you two want?" Draco finally drawled, after his assessment of the two.
"We want to talk to Harry," Hermione said.
"Hmm, let me think," Draco said, "No."
"Let us in, Malfoy," Ron said.
"Well, I can't," Draco replied coolly, idly examining his nails; "for, like Harry, I am a guest here. And, the owner of this home is currently unavailable. Perhaps you should come at another time, though I'd hope you'd just turn and never come here again."
"Malfoy, please, I want to speak to Harry," Hermione said; "Five minutes is all I ask."
"Well, again I must decline your offer, Granger," Draco said; "For, you see, after hearing some of the things that's happened to Harry, I'd like to hex you both into oblivion, or even kill you, whichever suited my mood when the opportunity came;" he paused; "Are you done bothering me yet?"
"No, we're not leaving until we can talk to Harry," Hermione said firmly, her foot stomping on the small porch.
Draco eyed her dully, clearly bored by the matter; "As fun as arguing can be," he drawled; "My answer shall forever be no."
"Let us in," Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"Gods and I thought you were smart!" Draco exclaimed exasperated, rolling his eyes; "Get off this property before I curse you off!" he said loudly, then promptly stepped back and slammed the door in their faces.
Draco smirked as he walked back towards the study, and saw Harry sitting on the small couch, cross-legged and deep in thought as his eyes scanned a page to a very large tome.
"What'd you find now?" Draco asked, leaning against the door pane.
"Just some interesting nonsense," Harry mumbled, looking up; "I take it they're leaving?" he drawled.
"Of course," Draco said, walking over and sitting on the couch beside him; "I think they're in Hogsmead."
"Go figure," Harry said, setting the book on the coffee table before him. He stretched his legs out, and sighed; "Only a matter of time, I suppose," he mumbled, leaning against the armrest as he turned to face Draco.
The sight was so inviting, Draco thought, seeing Harry's lap vacant. The blonde crawled over and promptly took the opportunity, and Harry raised and eyebrow.
"Only a matter of time until what?" Draco asked innocently, curling up and resting his head on Harry's shoulder.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes; "until Dumbledore sends the Order to get me. You see, he feels that I'm a volatile, sporadic and angry power-house that needs to be tended to and kept on a lease."
"Which you've broken," Draco said, idly tracing circles on Harry's chest.
"Yes," Harry said, shivering and taking Draco's hand in his to stop the menstruations.
Draco pouted, sticking his lower lip out and furrowing his brow. To Harry, he looked like an unhappy, spoiled, four-year-old. Never the less, Harry let his hand go, and continued.
"Since I ran away from home, ran into the Weasleys, and came here, I know he's been rethinking his plan."
"His... plan?" Draco asked, losing his pout and looking at Harry quizzically.
Harry nodded; "Over the years, you know, I've been picking small things up. One thing is Dumbledore's desperate for power."
"Well, there's a shocker," Draco muttered sarcastically.
"I'm serious," Harry said, "After he fought and defeated Grindewald, the man couldn't stand not being in the lime light!"
"Well, he is an old codger, Harry," Draco said; "So what, are you going to propose something from your paranoid stricken mind and suggest we go somewhere else?"
Harry shook his head; "No, no point," he replied sullenly; "I'm going to see him in another week, anyway..."
"Oh well," Draco said; "You'll get resorted and be with me, what's it matter?"
"It matters a lot, you snake," Harry said, "The fact that I'll probably end up killing him for what he's done is enough to worry about!"
"I'll hold you back," Draco whispered seductively, wrapping one arm around Harry while his hand started tracing the circles again.
"Really, Draco," Harry said, "here? What if someone walked in on us?"
"Snape won't mind," Draco whispered; "I think he gets a kick out of it," his voice trailed off as he began kissing Harry's neck.
Harry groaned, and held his hand up to Draco's wandering one, stopping the blonde yet again; "Listen, lust bucket," he said when Draco looked at him; "I'm not in the mood, okay? I'm sorry, but I'm just-mmph!" his voice was cut off as Draco kissed him. Harry gently removed the blonde, staring him in the eyes with that stern, yet vacant, gaze that told Draco against his intentions.
"Sorry," Draco whispered; "I..."
"Whatever," Harry said, getting up, but not before pushing Draco to the couch and off of himself.
"Harry," Draco said; "What'd you read in that book?" /that's got to be the reason/ Draco thought.
"Nothing, Draco," Harry growled, walking out of the room. He stormed up the steps, walking down the short hall and out onto the back balcony. Harry leaned against the railing and sighed, his eyes glaring daggers at the sky above.
/That damn book/ Harry thoughts, closing his eyes almost painfully as he bowed his head. /Why'd I even pick it up...? Now I'm officially ruined.../
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Back in the study, Draco had watched concernedly as Harry had left, noting the tone of the young man's reply. Far from hurt, Draco had shunned it almost immediately, his attention going to the book in question.
Draco reached out for the book, pausing as he notice the quivering of his hand. He took the tome in his hand, and sat down, placing it in his lap. Draco read the title sullenly. 'Dark Arts and the Creatures that Came With it...' Draco knew this book all to well. And yes, Harry had a right to be upset over it. It was filled with nothing but Darkness, lurid explanations on all manner of hexes, curses, and of course, the creatures that had either created, become immune, or had the capabilities to use said spells and potions. Draco sighed as he opened the book, and began to read it, brow furrowing as he found the bent page Harry had marked, supposedly the darker vampire thought he had done so inconspicuously, but Draco had noticed. His eyes only darkened with hatred towards the author of the book.
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A/N: sorry this was late and short, school is hell and I had to get this out. What's in the book, you wonder? Hmm......
Review, Review!!!