Fate and a Rose
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Warning: This story will contain slash (i.e. male/male relationships) and mpreg (but not until later). If you don't like these things, I'd advise you not to read this fic! Thanks!
A/N: I have read all of the HP books, and all of them are relevant to this fic in some way, but some of the things that have happened in HBP will not happen until later in this fic, so please acknowledge that.
A special note from the author:
Yay, twenty-two reviews! That may not seem like much to anyone, but wow! That's the most I've ever had, so go me! I believe I feel a party coming on! As a matter of fact, I've decided to reward all you faithful reviewers with an extra special, extra long chapter, out of the goodness of my heart (And the hope for more reviews, though I'll never tell anyone…oops, maybe I just did…oh well…). R&R! D
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Credit Due:
Although this is slightly late, I'd like to give credit to fantasylover12001 for the idea of Snape and Madam Pomfrey as a couple, in the fic: The Elf Prince's Mate. When I read it at first, I was slightly disgusted (I'm not really a big Snape fan), but once I got to thinking about it, I figured that it would be an interesting pair, not to mention one that isn't written about very often.
Ideas Needed!
I would also like to take the chance here to ask all of my readers to give me ideas for Phases. Over all, there will either be five or ten (maybe more, maybe less; I can't quite decide as of yet) of them, and I need ideas for them! So, all you creative people out there (like I know you are) who're reading this fic, please review with your opinions! And now, without further ado…dun DuN DUN…on with the fic!
Chapter Six
Phase Two: Desire
Harry sat in a chair that Madam Pomfrey had conjured for him, and Draco lay in Harry's bed, fast asleep. Harry eyeballed Draco warily; Draco was in a rather odd position, after all. He was on his knees, bum in the air (covered with the blanket, of course), with his face smashed into the pillows beneath him, and his hands curled up under his chest. In Harry's opinion, he looked very much like a small child.
Though Harry found himself quite jealous of Draco being able to sleep, in his bed, no less, he also found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep. Given, it was only three in the afternoon, but there wasn't much to do in the infirmary other than read and sleep, as Hermione had yet to visit, and as she had promised to bring him some things to do, he wouldn't have any until she came. Over all, Harry was quite bored. And with Draco being asleep, he wasn't being much of a help. But Harry had to admit that he was rather thankful that Draco was asleep; he wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't.
Maybe I should chew him out for sleeping in my bed. But knowing him, he'll probably pull a puppy dog face, and I'd go all soft on him. Damn it! Harry thought to himself.
"Draco!" Harry gave up and nudged Draco softly. "Draco, wake up!"
Draco jumped and landed flat on his stomach with a pained 'Oomph.' "F'koff!" He mumbled, turning his face in the direction opposite of Harry and snuggling deeply under the blankets, the only thing poking out being his head. It actually made him look slightly like Uncle Vernon, the similarities being that with the way Draco was laying, it made him look like he had no neck.
"Draco," Harry said a little more forcefully. "I'm bo-o-ored! Wake up and entertain me." Harry was very aware of the fact that he sounded like a spoilt child, but he was far from caring. "Draco-o-o!"
As a matter of fact, he thought he sounded similar to the blonde who was currently trying to yank the blankets over his head with a mumbled, "Bugger off! It's late and I need my beauty sleep," Before rolling over, blankets and all, and landing on the floor.
Harry snorted. "Beauty sleep? Draco, you couldn't be any more beautiful if you tried." Harry slapped a hand over his mouth as soon as the words left his lips, but by the way Draco was worming around on the floor, he could tell Draco had heard. Thankfully, he was still half-asleep, and couldn't comprehend everything meant behind those simple words.
"If this is one of your soul's stupid attempts of-"
But, whatever Draco thought it was an attempt of was lost on Harry as Hermione burst into the room, all fake smiles that didn't quite reach her eyes, and laughs that didn't quite sound real. "Hey, guys! Here, Harry, I brought this for you." Hermione dejectedly (or cheerfully, depending on how thick you were) handed Harry a book, and Harry eyeballed it.
"Hermione, I told you to bring me something to do, not bring me homework."
"I'll have you know, Harry, that you're supposed to be doing your homework, so I hardly see the difference."
"I can think of a lot of other things he can be doing," Draco mumbled as he rolled over again on the floor, and though he was still half asleep, the sexual intent was not lost on Harry.
"Malfoy, could you stop being such a horny bugger for a while? At least for while I'm here?" Hermione asked as she handed Harry yet another tome, this time for Transfigurations class. Hermione eyeballed Draco with a weird look on her face, and whispered behind her hand to Harry, "Harry, why's he on the floor? I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Psh, I wish." Much to his dismay, Draco glared at him as though he had heard the entire conversation (which for the most part, he had, as he had heard Harry's part of it and it was easy to piece together the rest of it), and Harry smiled ruefully.
Draco flopped once more on the cold, hard stone floor, then with a sigh stood and tossed the blankets in a very ungraceful heap back onto the bed. "I'm sorry, Granger. I'm afraid I can't really turn off what I feel at a moment's beck." Then, Draco shot Harry a withering look. "Thanks a lot for waking me up, Potter. Although you may not be concerned with my beauty, I, for one, wish to look my best at all times." And with a cheeky wink, he walked into the bathroom and refused to leave it for another hour and a half while he took a shower and prepared to greet his public…bed, yet again.
Harry sighed. "Is there anything interesting in that bag of yours, Hermione?" He asked once he had finished watching Draco's bum-er, back, retreating into the bathroom. Hermione smirked at him and seated herself in the seat that Harry had just occupied moments before.
"Define interesting." She said with a genuine smile, small as it was.
Harry shrugged. "Anything, so long as it's something to do."
Hermione positively beamed at this, then pulled out some knitting that was nearly finished. "Here, help me make these!" She said, handing Harry the knitting that looked something like a hand-knit wand-covering.
"What exactly are 'these'?" Harry asked suspiciously as he glared sullenly down at what she had handed him. "You're not on about freeing the house elves again, are you? Because I'll have you know that I'm quite happy here in the Hospital Wing just the way it is, and I refuse to have the house elves stop helping out around here just because you're trying to free them again!"
"Harry! They're baby clothes! Of course, they aren't even close to being finished, but I'm trying. Since I know it's a girl, I can make dresses without worrying about having to take them apart later." Hermione grinned at the prospect of finishing a baby-sized dress.
"Er, yeah…" Harry said, eyeing the yarn thoughtfully. He watched as Hermione charmed her needles to knit for her and then summoned up some tea, and Harry tried the same charm, only to have one of the needles fly across the room and imbed itself deeply in the bathroom door. Moments later, a deranged looking Malfoy made his presence known by bolting out of the bathroom, knitting needle in tow, and proceeded to whack Harry smartly over the head with it.
"What the hell are you trying to do, kill me? I hardly think that's the way to treat your soul mate!" Draco fumed, hitting Harry over the head again with the needle. Harry winced, then grabbed the needle out of Draco's hand.
"Well, excuse me for my faulty magic! It's not exactly my fault I'd never bothered to learn how to knit before!" Harry said in defence. Draco slapped him upside the head one final time, this time with his hand, and then went back into the bathroom, stomping the whole way. Harry couldn't help but admire the way Draco looked in only a green towel covering him from the waist down.
Before he realized it, Hermione was looking at him skeptically. "Harry, what in the world's got you with such a goofy grin on your face?"
Harry looked over at Hermione, then out of nowhere, stated, "Draco's got a nice bum, don't you think?"
Hermione burst out laughing, and Harry looked at her in confusion. "What? I was being serious!"
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Draco finally came out of the bathroom about a half an hour later, and seated himself by Harry, settling down for a game of wizard's chess that Hermione had brought with her, with Hermione knitting as she watched their game. She would giggle unexpectedly at him at random times, and Harry would flush a bright red. Draco was quite confused by what was going on, because every time Hermione finished her fit of giggles, she always mentioned something offhandedly about bums, which left Draco even more confused and Harry an even brighter red than he had been to start with. Was that some type of weird Gryffindor inside joke?
"Hermione!" Harry whined, sometime around the third or fourth time this happened. "If you're going to tease me, you might as well just tell him! It's not like it could be any more embarrassing than it already is!"
Draco looked between the two, even more confused than ever, and Hermione burst into a fresh fit of hysterics. This time, mid-laugh, she snorted, which seemed so surprise her enough to stop giggling. "Uh…Sorry, Harry! I mean, it's just…you, and…bums! Ha ha ha!" She burst out laughing again, quite loudly, actually.
This lead Draco to believe something that neither Harry nor Hermione would expect for him to think, though if you thought of it, it was quite a valid excuse for the way Hermione was acting, as some people often turned to drinking as a means of escape. "Uh, Granger, are you…drunk?"
Harry's eyes widened, and he too burst out laughing. Soon, he and Hermione were a heap of laughing…heapiness on the floor.
"No," Hermione choked out between laughs. "It's…oh, you'll never believe this…Harry, he…he says you've got a nice bum!" She keeled over laughing, landing right on top of a very red, no longer laughing Harry.
"Hermione, I wasn't serious when I told you to tell him!" He said, flushing so deeply that it would give even Weasley a run for his money. He wanted nothing more to be swallowed up by the floor.
Draco raised an eyebrow, his mouth falling open in surprise. After that, things were more uncomfortable between Harry and Draco than they had been, even on that first day they had been stuck in the Hospital Wing, and by the time Hermione left at sometime around seven for dinner in the Great Hall, Harry could hardly make eye contact without turning bright red and looking away.
"To make it fair," Draco said finally, when he got tired of Harry avoiding his eyes. "I think you've got a nice bum, too."
Harry's jaw went slack, and he looked up at Draco, a look of disbelief and doubt written clearly in his eyes. "Really?" At Draco's nod, Harry scoffed. "I don't believe that." He said, though his eyes held a wistful gleam in them.
"And why not?" Asked Draco indignantly. "Am I not trustworthy all of a sudden?"
"Were you ever trustworthy?" Harry bit out as he stood and knocked the chess board aside, scattering the pieces around the room. He didn't even care to look down as he stepped on one of the pieces and broke it on his way to hide under the covers of his own bed that had somehow, during the course of the day, made itself.
Draco glared at him. "How dare you accuse me of such things! I'm not the one claiming that others have nice bums and then denying it!"
"I never denied it!" Harry shouted at Draco.
"Well you might as well have!" Draco shouted back. "And it's not something to be embarrassed about! We're soul mates, Harry, we're supposed to be attracted to one another!"
Harry clenched his jaw tightly, holding back the retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Draco stepped closer and wrapped his arms loosely around Harry's waist. "We're supposed to. But you aren't making things easy." He whispered softly into Harry's ear.
Harry pulled away. "Oh, and like you are?" Harry accused as he stormed over to his bed and sat down heavily. To Draco it looked like Harry was deflated, defeated, and it was definitely a sight Draco did not want to see.
"Look, let's just at least try to make things easy, okay? I mean, soul mates…they spend their whole lives together, and no matter how much neither of us wants it, it's still going to happen, regardless. Can't we just try to be civil?"
Harry glowered. "I don't want to agree with you right now. I'm in a pissy mood, thank you. I think I want to stay this way."
Draco looked at Harry curiously. "You really are a stubborn arse." Draco muttered as he made his way over to his own bed.
Harry scowled at Draco. "Shove off, Malfoy! No one asked for you to stay here with me."
Draco chuckled. "Actually, I really don't have many options, do I?"
Harry growled and turned his back on Draco. Draco peered over Harry's shoulder and sighed. "Dinner's ready," He said, trying to get Harry back to speaking terms with him.
"I'm not hungry." Harry said stiffly as he lay down on his bed and yanked the covers up over his head. It didn't help that Draco's scent was all over them from the previous night, or that Harry knew that Draco was still staring at the back of his head (or what Draco thought was the back of Harry's head, as he had no way to be sure with the covers pulled completely over it). Actually, that was pretty unnerving, but Harry was determined to…what? What was he determined to do? And why was he acting the way he was?
Harry scoffed and kicked his covers down as the warm heat that surrounded him suddenly became too much for him. "Look, Draco, I'm sorry. I just…it was the potion, I'll bet you anything."
Draco raised a brow. "Oh, really? Anything?" A glint came into Draco's eyes that made Harry's throat close up and he had to swallow thickly to make it start working again.
"You know what I meant," Harry said, sitting down at the table and ignoring Draco as he did the same.
Draco sighed. "Yeah, I suppose. But lately I've been so horny!" He admitted, watching Harry's face closely for a reaction.
Harry looked up from the mashed potatoes he had been wolfing down, spoon posed half-way to his mouth, which was full of even more potatoes than should be humanly possible, and his eyebrows raised. "Uh, that's…great." Harry said, blank-faced, before he began wolfing the potatoes down again.
Draco's shoulders slumped in disappointment; he had been hoping to bait Harry into something that was at least slightly physical.
When they were finished eating, Harry stood and stretched, Draco watching him yearningly as his lean body moved, sinewy muscles moving beneath his skin sensuously as his clothes were drawn closer to his body, leaving not much to the imagination. Draco's gaze ate him up quickly, and he was disappointed when Harry stopped stretching and walked over to his own bed, scratching his belly and reaching for one of the books Hermione had left for him to study from.
When Harry settled on his bed and opened the heavy tome for Muggle Studies, Draco sighed and walked over to Harry's bed, looking down over his shoulder to see what he was reading.
"What in the hell is a television?" He asked conversationally.
Harry looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "You mean you don't know?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, obviously not, if I've decided to ask you about it."
Harry blinked, then looked down at his book. They had studied about Televisions in second year, and Harry was surprised that Draco didn't know this information that was now common knowledge to him, having lived with muggle relatives for most of his life. "You haven't taken Muggle Studies, then?"
Draco shook his head, then looked down at the book Harry was reading interestedly. "It's a muggle device, called a Video Broadcasting System. It's a system that works by capturing sounds and showing pictures, and broadcasts these via a combined electronic audio and video signal, and reproduces them to be viewed and listened to. Muggles call them shows, or movies, and these are usually watched for entertainment purposes."
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Why would someone want to watch a picture? That's almost as boring as watching grass on he Quidditch pitch grow." Draco said.
Harry didn't really want to go into long elaborations. He sighed and rubbed his temple, trying to think of a way to dissuade Draco from this subject. "Uh, muggles are easily entertained, I guess."
Draco seemed to think that that answer sufficed, and sat down on Harry's bed beside him without even being invited. Harry, though slightly disgruntled, scooted over to allow room for Draco, and they read from Harry's Muggle Studies book until well into the morning hours.
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Draco woke up and immediately wondered why there was something crinkly beneath his face, and better yet, why his face was stuck to it. It took him a while to get his bearings, but when he finally did, he realized that the book he and Harry had been reading the night before had been used as a pillow by himself, and that weird weight on his lower back was Harry's head.
Better yet, or at least to Draco, Harry was already awake and tracing patterns on Draco's back. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and Draco wondered why not, before remembering that he had fixed Harry's eyes. Though it had only been about a week or two ago, Draco could have sworn it had been years after all that had happened between them. He supposed that Harry just wore his glasses for comfort, as he had worn them for the past sixteen or seventeen years, and couldn't get used to the feel of not having them on.
Harry didn't seem in any hurry to get up, and he continued to trace patterns on Draco's back, looking into his eyes with a slight smile curling the corner of his lips up. Draco smiled back, then turned to read the book that he had been sleeping on. It was actually quite interesting; muggles were a lot smarter than Draco had given them credit for.
The morning continued on without much happening; Harry and Draco stayed in bed and Madam Pomfrey came in only once to check up on them, and hadn't bothered them much when she had, only feeling Harry's forehead and giving Draco a potion to subdue the aching throb in his head. Hermione had told them she wouldn't be able to visit that day, and Draco and Harry found that they quite liked the private time they spent together much better than time spent together with other people in the room with them.
They still weren't allowed to leave the Hospital Wing, and Madam Pomfrey had told them that the school had established another entire Hospital Wing at the other end of the school, so that the boys wouldn't be bothered. At that news, Draco had asked if he could have his owl and Harry decided that he wanted Hedwig as well, so Madam Pomfrey relented, so long as they remembered to let the owls out in the mornings so that they wouldn't mess up the Hospital Wing too much.
As soon as Madam Pomfrey left the room, Draco had searched for a quill and an extra piece of parchment, which both were conveniently by his head, as he and Harry still hadn't left the bed and were still in the same comfortable position as they had been that morning, though Harry had stopped tracing things onto Draco's back about an hour ago. With the quill, Draco scribbled a quick note to Blaise, asking him to bring everything of Draco's to the infirmary, as that was where he would be staying for an indefinite amount of time, and he wanted to make sure that he had everything that he may need.
Harry watched him curiously as he did so. "Hey, Draco?"
"Hmm?" Draco continued writing; the note was nearly complete, now. All he had left to do was sign it and tie it to his owl.
"When you're done with the quill can I use it?"
Draco nodded, and after finding another extra piece of parchment, he reached behind him and handed them both to Harry. Harry smiled thankfully at him, and their knuckles brushed; for longer than necessary? Yes. But did they care? No.
Harry scribbled out a note to Ron, asking for him to do the same as Draco was having Blaise do. Harry found it odd that the entire three days he had been in the Hospital Wing, Ron hadn't visited him, but he supposed it was because Ron probably thought Hermione was there and was avoiding her at all costs. Harry wrote a little P.S. stating that Hermione wouldn't be there, if that were the case, then folded it up and gave it to Hedwig, who hooted in appreciation for being allowed to take a letter; she hadn't done so in quite a while.
Draco received a reply shortly after lunch, which was a lazy affair that was held in Harry's bed, as both he and Draco felt just fine where they were and didn't feel like moving an inch. Draco read over the note, and then with a short nod, vanished it.
He went back to reading Harry's Muggle Studies book, which he found quite interesting. When he looked back to check on Harry, sometime around five in the afternoon, he was slightly displeased to find that Harry was napping. Though what he wasn't displeased to find was that Harry was slowly worming his way on top of Draco in sleep, until his head was laying on Draco's shoulders, with half of his body covering Draco in a protective-like state, and the other half laying in what looked to be a rather uncomfortable position on the bed, as his body was at an angle, one leg thrown over Draco, the other slightly crushed by the weight of his own body.
With a grin, Draco closed the book and reached up to tuck a straggling strand of Harry's hair behind his ear. With a soft kiss to Harry's lips, he gently pulled out from beneath Harry, careful to place him softly on the bed, snuggled up against a pillow that he enlarged to be almost the same size as himself.
Seconds later, Blaise entered the infirmary loudly grumbling about stupid first year Gryffindors. Draco motioned for him to be a little quiet, and with a scowl, Blaise grudgingly complied.
"I tried to get everything, but Pansy insisted that you wouldn't need some of the things, so she made me leave them behind. She also insisted that you get caught up with any school work that you've been falling behind in, so she forced me to bring all your bloody books." Blaise explained as he drew Draco's trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it.
Draco nodded in understanding as he poked his head inside and checked to make sure that everything he needed was in it. With a pleased nod, he closed the trunk and put it at the foot of the bed that had, though it was officially his, not actually been slept in for his entire stay in the infirmary.
When he turned around again, Blaise was eyeing Harry with a strange look on his face. "He's your soul mate? Draco, you can't be serious."
Draco shrugged and conjured some tea and an extra chair for Blaise to sit in. "You don't really get to pick who the other half of your soul is, Blaise. Believe me, if you did, everyone would be happy. I suppose it was made this way so that it would be more difficult. And Potter certainly hasn't made it any easier for either of us."
Blaise nodded as he sipped gingerly at the tea that Draco had summoned. "Pansy was bloody furious when she found out that you had found your soul mate and it wasn't her. I think she's come to term, now, though. She seems happy enough for you."
Draco looked at Blaise incredulously. "Does everyone know?" He asked, a look of horror on his face at the prospect of his father finding out and using it to his advantage.
Blaise shook his head, though, much to Draco's relief. "Just Pansy, me, and Crabbe and Goyle. I don't know about the Gryffindorks, but so far I'm guessing not very many people know."
"Good," Draco said as he thoughtfully sipped on his tea. "It's better that way."
"I have to admit, though," Blaise added thoughtfully as he looked over at a still sleeping Harry. "If that's who you've got to be stuck with for the rest of your life, it isn't that bad of a thing, is it?"
Draco shrugged. "He's actually an okay guy, Blaise."
Blaise nodded. He stayed for another few minutes, before claiming that he had homework to catch up on and politely excused himself from the infirmary. Draco sat and mulled over his thoughts for some while afterwards, staring at the mussed black hair without really even noticing what he was looking at.
After a while, Harry's head started to move as he slowly woke up, though Draco ceased to notice this as well. It actually wasn't until Harry was standing behind his chair with his hands on Draco's shoulders that Draco noticed with a start that Harry wasn't in the bed as he had been the last time Draco had looked. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin as Harry's lips met his neck softly, quickly followed by tongue, but he relaxed as that ever-familiar black hair came into his view out of the corner of his eye, and he sighed as he closed his eyes in pleasure against Harry's attentions.
Soon Harry's other hand came up to Draco's shoulder, and he began a wonderfully fulfilling massage on Draco's tense shoulders, coaxing a loud moan out of Draco when he hit a very tender area and kneaded softly until it felt better. Harry's tongue worked it's way up Draco's neck in a chillingly sensual caress, and Draco moaned as Harry reached his pulse point and sucked softly. Once Harry had had his fill of Draco's neck, his lips worked their way up to Draco's own, and Draco soon found himself tilted back in his chair, met face-to-face (upside down, of course) with Harry in one of the most erotic kisses he had ever experienced.
When they finally ran out of breath, Harry worked his way back down Draco's throat as he slowly worked his way around the chair Draco was seated in to straddle Draco's lap. Draco pulled Harry's lips back up to his own and they kissed passionately, tongues sliding, lips searing, teeth clicking, pants and moans palpable in the heavily warm air. Draco's hands clenched and unclenched in Harry's shirt, yanking him as close as possible, until both were so close that they could feel one another's heartbeat through their chests.
One of Harry's hands found their way into Draco's hair, and it tangled in the flaxen strands, pulling Draco ever closer, until they were so close that they could no longer come any closer. The other hand cradled the back of Draco's head, almost lovingly, fingers moving in slight circular motions.
They melted together until it was almost as though they were no longer two; Harry and Draco, but one; a nameless heap of boy-flesh, pulsing with love and hatred, closely linked, but love the most prominent; happiness and angst, and all the other emotions related to love and hate, and that kiss, that moment, was the only thing that mattered to them.
Moments later, Harry pulled away, a look of love and longing so deeply imbedded in his eyes that Draco felt his heart clench tightly in his chest as he realized that he returned those feelings exactly, and the total of which his measured up to may even be more compared to those of Harry's feelings towards him. They both knew at that moment that no matter how much they fought, no matter how much they disagreed, and no matter what happened, they were meant to be together, and nothing would stop them from fulfilling their destiny.
Harry rested his forehead against Draco's, and Draco could feel the heat pulsing off of the lightening-bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead. The scar was hotter than the rest of the skin on Harry's forehead, searing, in fact. Even though Harry was sweating profusely, the scar on his forehead was still burning up, so hot that even though it was starting to hurt, Draco couldn't pull away from Harry's forehead.
As Harry's scar started to cool down, the passion in Harry's eyes intensified, and he grabbed one of Draco's hands, standing and pulling Draco up, leading him to the bed. That night, two very satisfied young men fell asleep in an iron-tight grasp on one another.
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Madam Pomfrey walked into the old infirmary that now housed Harry and Draco, humming a tuneless song that she had picked up somewhere as she was walking down the halls one day; most likely one of the students blaring their music way too loud. As she approached the bed Harry and Draco were on, she noticed two things.
One; the boys were clutching to each other as though they were afraid of loosing one another in sleep, and even as Draco shifted in his sleep, Harry's clutch tightened around him, pulling him securely tighter against him.
And two; both boys were shirtless, which was a rather odd development in and of itself, though both were still wearing bottoms, as the covers had fallen off in the midst of the night, and she could see the already-stained pajama bottoms, where both boys' sexual pleasure was evident. They looked unsalvageable, but Madam Pomfrey smiled softly and cast a quick Scourgify, along with other spells to clean and change the boys' pajama bottoms without them noticing. With another flick of her wand, the sheets of the bed were changed, and the covers were pulled over the sleeping boys.
Just as she was about to leave the room, Draco rolled onto his back, one hand flinging out and hitting the bedside table and causing the glass of water that was readily waiting to be gulped down to fall off and shatter. Madam Pomfrey quickly cast the Reparo charm, and she had to step closer to cast the drying charm. When Draco's head flopped over to face her, Madam Pomfrey almost fainted at the sight of a lightening-bolt shaped scar adorning his forehead, exactly like Harry's.
With a gasp, she stumbled back, completely forgetting to cast the drying charm, and without another glance back towards her patients, she rushed from the room to find Albus.
She couldn't help thinking one final thought as she left the room; And so it has begun…
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The scientific information about Televisions was found in Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2004 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
A/N: Yes, that was an evil place to leave you off at, but also completely necessary. Hey, I've got to leave it so that you'll come back for more, don't I? lol, I promise to have any (or at least some; I can't answer all of them or the whole fic would go down the drain!) questions that you may have resolved by the end of the next chapter, you'll see.
But, to leave you with one final thought, before you angrily review about how evil I was for leaving you here; What has finally begun?
Mwahahahahaaaaa! Okay, so I'm evil sometimes. Sorry! I just hope that question doesn't bother you too much, and I'll hurry to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!
