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Strings of the night
Chapter Four
In the Snow
Harry felt like it would take all of his strength to get out of bed that day; it wasn't in his system to face the dreaded great hall in the morning, especially with the deal he had made with Draco Malfoy.
The green eyed Gryffindor sighed and felt around the bedside table for his round glasses, they closed around the familiar object and he put them on groggily with one hand and ran his fingers through his hair with the other.
He sat up in his bed, and pulled back the soft, velvety hangings which often blocked out the prying eyes of his dorm mates, it wasn't his fault that he wasn't interested in them or guys in general. Ron however was the type that was against it full stop, though Harry had caught his best friend eying some of the boys in Ravenclaw.
//He would probably deny it even if I pointed it out to him// thought Harry as he stretched in the morning sun, the snow storm last night had ceased to continue in the morning and Harry could see the beautiful white snow covering the white grounds of Hogwarts.
He groaned at the thought of breakfast in the morning with Draco sitting at the Slytherin table grinning mischievously at him, he shook his head and thought to himself that he might just skip today's breakfast and go for a stroll outside.
He looked around the deserted room, he was going to be rather lonely these school holidays, everyone in his dormitory had gone on vacation for the holidays, Ron had invited him to tag along but for some reason, Harry didn't want to intrude on strictly-family outings.
He pulled off his pyjamas and started to work his way into some going-outside clothing, he settled for a blue oversized jumper and some black jeans which he had to roll up at the ankles, Harry was used to wearing Dudley's old hand-me-downs but he did wish for clothing that would actually fit him.
The black hair boy ran his fingers through his hair once more in order to take out the bed-hair look. It was still messy but that was just the normal Harry look.
Harry stood in front of the mirror to take a look at his state, he personally thought that he looked like an over grown kid but the thoughts of the other Gryffindor were quite the opposite.
The lanky look that Harry thought was sickly and wrong, was in their minds, in for the winter. His ruffled look was gazed upon by many of the house members of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and even (though they never would admit it within a million years) Slytherin. The complexion of his skin was a creamy colour, uniform throughout, and many fingers were itching to run their way across it.
Harry however, was oblivious to all that was in awe about him, he had one thing on his mind and one thing only, how to face Draco.
He pulled on a black woollen beanie and observed the look it gave him. He quite liked it and it was bound to keep his head warm outside.
Harry sighed and walked out of his dorm with his hands shoved deeply in the pockets of his large black school robe and his thoughts swimming around in his head.
Draco was already up before any of the other Slytherin members; he enjoyed waking up hours before the others mainly because they tended to bug him at the most worst moments and the girls always had an excuse to 'trip' on him.
So today, he decided to go flying on his Nimbus 2001.
He was decked out in modern and stylish black clothing topped off with a Slytherin scarf.
He smirked as the wind brushed past his skin, leaving him with a ticklish feeling, the wind wasn't cold like it usually would be and Draco was grateful for that because he was never the type to like freezing weather.
He hovered for a moment behind a tall oak tree when he saw another student trudge through the snow; he immediately knew who his intruder was once he saw those muggle spectacles reflecting the suns beams. He grinned devilishly and slowly flew down to the snow covered ground behind the tree to observe Harry Potter.
Harry breathed in deeply; he enjoyed the cold weather a lot especially when he was warm, which was what he was now.
He made his way to the tree where Draco was though he didn't know that the grey eyed Slytherin was behind it. When he reached it, he sat down in the snow and lay back to stare at the bare branches of the tree.
The snow wasn't cold and hard like it usually was; instead it had a heavy softness and had a sort of warmth to it, and definitely not like ordinary snow and Harry had the sneaking suspicion that Professor Dumbledore had something to do with it.
He closed his eyes and sighed, unaware of the person hovering above him with an over-sized snowball.
SPLAT
It took all the will within Harry to stop from screaming, the snow may have been warm but it didn't prevent the snowball from being heavy and wet. He tried to brush the snow away from his face in order to find out who his attacker was but this only resulted in him sinking into the mound of snow he was lying in.
Draco looked down incredulously at the squirming form below him and snickered, he didn't expect Harry to sink into the snow but now that he saw what had happened, he was quite enjoying himself.
Unfortunately for him, Harry still had a movable arm in which he used to search (blindly) for the Slytherin's robes, and he succeeded in finding them when Draco was laughing ignorantly.
The green eyed boy's hands closed around the collar of the blonde haired boy and he used this opportunity to pull as hard as he could downwards, and of course, Draco fell……… right on top of his soon-to-be-cello-teacher.
"Fuck Potter, you are really asking for it" snarled Draco to the greeneyed-someone-who-had-just-gotten-the-wind-knocked-out-of-him, Harry was trying to move but the snow just made him sink lower now that he had a body atop him. He froze however, when he heard that familiar snarl.
Harry choked for a minute as he recognised who was on top of him "What the hell are you doing???" he let out a strangled sort of cry when he found that he couldn't move, it was just like lying stuck in a too soft bed and not being able to get up.
"What the hell am I doing? You were the one who pulled me down" sneered Draco, his hands that were placed on either side of Harry's head were slowly sinking into the snow and soon his face would reach the boys underneath him. It was a thought that was joy to him but also of pure disgust.
"I wasn't the one who decided to drop a snowball on me thankyou very much" growled the Gryffindor with a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks, which Draco thought gave him a very cute and puzzled look.
"It was a bit of fun- do you know what fun is Potter?" said the blonde haired Slytherin, the hands started to sink further but he was too busy talking to think about them for the moment "I didn't expect you to do anything about it since you are the perfect boy who wouldn't hurt a soul."
"Any soul but yours, Malfoy" hissed Harry, his glasses were askew though he couldn't see anyway because there were still flecks of snow blurring his vision.
"Interesting, so the Boy-who lived does have a spine" Draco grinned devilishly and was thankful that Harry couldn't see his face because it was merely a few inches away from those closed eyes, but Harry could sense something.
"Malfoy………. What are you doing?" said the green eyed boy suspiciously, although he had blurred vision, he could still make out that shape hovering just inches away from his nose and it definitely wasn't the branch of the tree.
"I've always wondered about a lot of things you know" the grey eyed boy said without paying attention to the question Harry had launched "You of all people are very strange"
If Harry could raise an eyebrow, then he would have at that sentence but he was too preoccupied staring at the inch-away head.
"Untouchable…." Harry heard those words whisper
Harry sat at his usual place in the Great Hall for lunch that day, Hermione sat with him with a large book open and papers spread across the almost deserted table, she was meant to go on a holiday trip with her family but then decided against it when she found that there was a workload of homework to complete. Her bushy brown hair was tied back neatly and her quill scratched against the parchment as she wrote down sentence after sentence.
She sighed and put her quill down after a while and looked up at Harry's confused face staring at the wall opposite.
"What's the matter Harry?" Hermione asked as she lifted a goblet to her lips to sip the cool pumpkin juice, her Gryffindor friend just shrugged and his hand ran through his hair before breathing in deeply, a motion that Hermione knew was a signal that he was going to speak.
"Do you think I'm strange Hermione?" he asked, his green eyes looked up into her brown ones and she raise an eyebrow.
"No Harry, I do not think you are weird…….. Why the sudden question?" she was curious as to why her friend would ask such a question, she picked up her quill and started to write while paying attention to Harry.
"It's just something………….. someone said, nothing major really, it just got me thinking………you know about……….." Harry didn't exactly know how to begin with his problems and he wasn't even sure if he should be confiding in Hermione for this. But she seemed to understand more than Ron ever would.
"Sex?" Hermione said out of the blue while still scratching at the parchment, Harry almost choked on his pumpkin juice, he seemed to be having a choking day.
"N-no!.... Relationships….." the Gryffindor boy spluttered and the brown eyed girl look up with a small smile on her face as if to apologise for making that remark.
"What about them?" she asked starting to nibble on a bit of her going-cold chicken, her other hand started to pack up the parchments.
"Well I think I'm………" started the boy but never finished as a rather large brown barn owl dropped a letter next to his beef soup, he looked at the bird as it flew back out the large windows, it was a school owl. He stared back down at the letter and saw his name addressed on the envelope.
He picked it up and frowned, the person who wrote it had beautiful writing and his name just seemed to just flow, he opened it as Hermione watched on curiously munching on the chicken bone now, she swallowed and asked "Who's it from Harry?"
Harry knew, for some reason, who it was from. He opened the envelope and pulled out the folded parchment. On it was a message written in green and silver ink.
Potter
Do not forget about our lesson tonight
It will be in my room
Meet me at the doors of the great hall at 9pm
If you don't show up, you will never see that Gryffindor tie of yours again
Don't be late
Ps: Snow fights can have their advantages
Harry blinked at the message for a moment before turning and looking at the Slytherin table where Draco was smirking at him and playing with a red and gold tie.
Harry swore inwardly to himself, in that last tussle in the snow, he hadn't realised that Draco had managed to get his tie, he looked down at his collar and found that the usual red and gold colours were missing.
"Well Harry?" Hermione asked blinking curiously at the boy; he had crumpled up the parchment into a tight ball, and shook head angrily. She didn't give up that easily "Show me the parchment Harry"
Harry shook his head and tried concentrating on his soup but Hermione had begun a scuffle to find out what the note had read, after a good lot of squealing, 'stop it's!' and 'Lemmie see's!' Harry had accidentally thrown the ball into the pillars holding fire, the note blazed brightly before floating down into ashes.
"Harry!" Hermione complained slumping down into her seat, it seemed that she really wanted to know what was in the note.
Harry scratched his head nervously "Well I didn't mean to throw it that hard" He obviously didn't want to see Hermione get into one of her fits so he got up and said "Listen, I have to go now, don't stress too much on homework alright?"
Hermione mumbled something that sounded like "yeah yeah" before burying her head into a book.
Harry had to get out of there……….. fast before he decided to do something irrational.
He reached a deserted corridor and leaned against the cold stone wall, breathing deeply, the look of Draco's smirk was doing something to his mind and it would've been a good thing if they weren't arch-enemies.
Why couldn't he be ugly or something? Thought Harry as he ran his fingers through his hair roughly, he didn't like the fact that Draco was drop-dead gorgeous or that he felt like he had some part of him missing whenever he wasn't around. He didn't want to admit his infatuation about the Slytherin boy.
There wasn't anything to be done about it and now that he had been pulled into the blackmailing scheme of Draco's, there was no way out.
Harry closed his eyes and he felt a sudden movement in front of him, in a flash he opened his eyes just in time to see the blonde haired boy's lips claiming his own, hands blocked his way of escape so he did something else. He closed his arms around the neck of the boy tracing circles around the back of his neck……….
Harry's eyes snapped open and he found himself still in that corridor but alone, he cursed to himself and hurried off to the Gryffindor tower to avoid people who were coming out of the great hall………..
A pair of grey eyes watched him go with a hint of glee in them.
This is going to be a rather interesting night thought Draco Malfoy as he tossed the red and gold tie from hand to hand.
ah well I didn't expect this tooh be that short either
I dunt have much tyme so you prolly won't be seeing more of this until next month
Sorry
Buh I will continue the story so just keep your eye out for it
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