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Draco: Then die already so we can get on with the fic!
Me: You want me to pair you up with Blaise?
Draco: …No…
Me: Then shut your yap!
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Draco: …I'm going to be sick….
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Yours Truly
Chapter Seven: I See…
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Draco's eyes narrowed into angry slits. How dare the boy before him touch him with his filthy lips? "Get lost, Zabini. You disgust me"
Blaise growled. "I disgust you? Me? The only thing that is disgusting around here is the relationship between you and Potter! Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix!" Blaise snarled in the blonde's face.
Draco could feel his hands shake with anger. 'I need help. When Blaise is like this, there's no telling what he'll do.'
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Harry yawned once as he took notes on what the Professor was saying. He wished that the class would end so that he could see Draco again. His thoughts had been on the blond ever since he came into the classroom. He looked up to see what the Professor was writing on the board, when he got an awful taste in his mouth. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, but the taste didn't go away. 'What the hell is that? It tastes like I just ate a jar of shoe polish!'
Ron looked over to his friend and frowned. "What's wrong, Harry? You look like you've eaten a fly." he commented.
'Worse, Ron, worse' Harry sighed. "I wish I had," he said, then raised his hand to get the teacher's attention. "May I go to the loo, Professor? I feel like I'm going to be sick," he asked. Why lie? Half of the Hogwarts staff knew how to tell if Harry was lying or not.
The Professor nodded after eying the teen carefully. "You may go, Mr. Potter, but you should go to Pomfrey if you are feeling ill."
"I'll do so, Professor," he said, and then leaned close to Ron. "Can I copy your notes later?" he asked.
Ron nodded. "Only if you tell me what is going on. You usually never feel ill during class. Only in when you get poisoned in Potions," he said.
Harry smiled. "Sure, later, when we're alone," he said and made a dash for the door after he had collected his stuff. Once he was outside, he rested his back against the wall and covered his eyes. 'What the heck happened? I have never experienced that before.' he thought, sighing. At least the taste was fading, but it still sickened him. Just as he was pushing away from the wall to go to the bathroom, he gasped as images crossed his sight. He saw a blurry face that appeared to be wearing something black, with dark hair on its head. Snapping his eyes open, Harry looked around at his surroundings. "Something is wrong, because I never have visions." he said to himself, heading down the hall. "It must be Draco."
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Blaise used one hand to fist Draco's robes, holding his wand in the other. As soon as he saw another student, he paralyzed them, and wiped their minds so they wouldn't remember him dragging Malfoy along the corridor towards the exit.
Draco was growling and cursing as he tried to pry the hand off his robes. He didn't want to go with Blaise, and definitely not outside where there was less of a chance that a teacher would see them. He struggled even harder when the gates came into view. "Blaise, please, come to your senses!" he pleaded. 'That's sooooo unlike me, but I am a desperate man right now!'
Blaise looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Are you scared, Drakey? Afraid to go out in the sun with your best friend? We've done that before, so why are you struggling?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Draco laughed. "Friend? What friend would force another to do something against his or her will!"
Blaise smiled and looked back to the gates. "I would, and I'm a good friend."
Draco frowned and searched for something that could help him. He looked to his right, and was glad to find a vase. It wasn't big, around the size of a volleyball. He took it gently, and held it in his left hand. 'Sorry, my 'friend', but I'm not going anywhere with you!' Looking up to see if Blaise had felt him, he smashed the vase into the side of Blaise's head.
Blaise didn't get time to react, as something slammed into the side of his head, causing him to sink to the floor, clutching his aching head. He didn't realise that he had let go of the blond until he heard someone running away from him. Opening one pain-filled eye, he spotted Draco. "Get back here! You and I aren't done yet!"
Draco ran for all he was worth. He didn't think of anything but escaping his ex-best friend. His duo coloured eyes scanned the halls before him. 'I've got to get to safety, but where… OUFF!' he gasped; he had smacked into something. He cried out in pain as he fell flat on his ass. He looked around, but didn't see anything. "I ran into air and got knocked on my ass? I'm a weakling!" he exclaimed.
"You're hardly a weakling, Draco," came a voice from nowhere.
Draco looked around for the person, for it sounded like someone he knew. He didn't get a chance to think about it, as a soft fabric covered him where he sat on the floor. He looked up and spotted a smiling Harry. "What the!"
Harry smiled still and kneeled down beside Draco, holding the invisibility cloak close around them. "Shh…" he hushed the teen.
Draco let his mouth close when he heard someone running down the hall. He looked back, and through the cloak, he saw Blaise coming towards them. He tensed, about to shout something, when Harry covered his mouth with one hand and rested his chin on the blonde's shoulder.
"It's okay, he can't see us," Harry told the tense blond.
Blaise growled when he didn't see the blond Slytherin. "Curse it! He's fast! Just you wait until I get my hands on you, Draco. I'll teach you not to hit me in the head!" he cursed and continued down the hall.
Harry waited until Blaise had vanished down the hall before he sighed. He didn't remove the cloak as he looked back to Draco. "What was that about? What did Blaise do to make you run like that? And hit him, for that matter?" he asked. He had never seen the young Malfoy run that fast since he was punched by Hermione.
Draco didn't look up as he leaned against the wall, clutching the material that had saved him from Blaise. "Zabini deserved what he got. He tried to hurt me, so I defended myself," he said. Draco still found it hard to believe that his best friend would try such a thing.
Harry held Draco close to him. "Hurt you? Why would he do that? What did he do before I got here?" he asked.
Draco looked into the emerald eyes and then back to his clenched fist. Should he tell Harry what had happened? Why not, sooner or later the golden boy would find out. "I was walking towards the common room when he grabbed me from behind. He was angry with me for being around you. I didn't tell him why I was around you, and then he—"
"Let me guess, he kissed you right?" Harry cut him off.
Draco looked at him. "Yes, that's right. How did you know?"
The black haired teen pointed to Draco's lips and smiled. "Remember that I activated the symbol there? When I was in class, I suddenly got this awful taste in my mouth, so I had to leave. I guess that when he kissed you; the spell warned me. Your breath belongs to me and not Blaise. When I got out, I saw fuzzy images before my eyes, so I figured out that you were in trouble," he said, stroking his thumb over the skin just below Draco's left eye.
Draco nodded. "I guess you're right. The spell doesn't want anyone else to touch what is yours," he said. Touching his lips he frowned. "Next time Blaise tries something like that again, I'll bite him," he muttered.
Harry smiled. "Don't draw blood though, I feel woozy at the taste of blood. What happened after that?" he asked, wanting to get back on the subject again.
"After he kissed me, he dragged me to the gates. He said that we could finish the 'discussion' outside. I smashed a vase into his head, and ran face first into you. I believe that he wanted to hurt me when we got outside," he said, rubbing his arm. "I just want to go back to the common room, but I'm afraid that Blaise is there waiting for me," he said.
Harry stood up and pulled the blond with him. "Why don't you rest in the secret room? Blaise can't hurt you there," he offered.
Draco nodded and slipped out from under the cloak. "Thanks. Just give me the password and I'll go there"
Harry whispered the words into Draco's ear before kissing it and pulling away. He giggled at the blushing face before him. "Sorry, couldn't resist. I'll see you later, then. Here, take this cloak and wear it until you get to the room, just in case Blaise shows up again. I just want to make sure that you get there safely," he said, then wrapped the invisibility cloak around the blond. Said blond smiled at his actions. "We aren't truly a couple but we sure act like one," Harry said.
Draco blushed; Harry was right. A few days ago he would have pounded the boy into the ground for touching him, but now… everything had changed. He wasn't the bully he had pretended to be. Looking into the emerald depths, Draco leaned up and quickly kissed the other boy before pulling the cloak's hood up over his face. "See that as a thank you for helping me," he whispered.
Harry heard the soft footsteps leave him as he turned to go back to class. All of a sudden, he felt a lot better.
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Blaise growled out the password to the Slytherin tower and stormed in. His fellow students looked up and decided not to talk to him. He appeared to be in a foul mood, and when he was in such a state, it was best to just stay away.
The dark haired teen marched up to Pansy, who was playing cards with a second year Slytherin. "Has Draco returned yet?" he asked, almost yelling at the stunned girl.
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "If you don't calm down I'll get Snape. No, Drakey hasn't returned, why? Are you looking for him?" she asked, and then placed her cards on the table. Blaise had ruined her play lust.
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Well, duh! I wouldn't be asking for him if I weren't looking for that brat…!" he said, but quickly realised what he had said.
Pansy felt her jaw hit the floor. Every Slytherin in the common room turned to look at him. "Y-you called Draco a b-brat? You've never called him that before," Pansy said, stunned by Blaise's comment.
The dark-haired teen looked around. 'Nicely done, Zabini. I bet that Draco would laugh his nice ass of if he got the wind of this' he thought. "What! So I called him a brat, big deal! We are all Slytherins!"
Crabbe frowned. "Even if we are, we don't say such things about each other. Sure, Draco isn't always the nicest to be around, but he's never called anyone in here something bad. Shame on you, Zabini," he said.
Pansy blinked. 'There's actually a brain in there? Neat.' "He's right, Blaise. Draco has been your friend from the start, and he's never left your side, even when you punched him for accidentally bumping into you when you were in a foul mood! I think you need a time out mister!" she snapped and poked him in the chest. "Get some rest and don't show yourself in here until you've calmed down!"
"Who do you think you are? You can't give me orders!"
"No, Zabini, but together we can!" the rest of the Slytherins shouted. They were annoyed with the dark-haired youth. Even if Slytherins looked cold and didn't seem to care about others but themselves, they still cared about fellow students. Having Blaise hack on Draco, who was liked amongst the Slytherins, was just wrong.
Three students dragged the struggling Blaise to the boys' dorm, and Pansy snatched his wand. "You won't get out until you calm down," she said before casting a locking charm on the door.
Blaise growled loudly. "Just you wait, Malfoy. I'll prove to them all that you are nothing but a filthy whore. My filthy whore…"
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Sorry you guys to cut it here… I know that you have all been waiting but I have been really busy! Gomen!
