Oh my god, its been a long time! But I have excuses, good ones! HONEST!!! I have had a very stressful couple of weeks. I fell in love, fell out of love, suffered a break up, and now Im kinda-sorta-maybe back in love...okay, Im still in highschool, please dont judge my....ahem...immaturity. *Insert sweatdrop here*
I hope you enjoy this Chapter!!!
Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.
When Draco woke up, he was in the dark. It was obviously still night time.
He noticed, through the fog of sleep, that Blaise still had him in a tight grip. The dark haired Slytherin was clutching him to his chest. The other boy's breathe made Draco's fine blond hair flutter at every exhalation.
Draco slowly, so to not wake his dark-haired friend, pried himself from Blaise's grip. He slithered out from under his sheets, and slipped out of his bed.
He made his way to the door leading out of the boy's dormitory, before turning to take one last look a his sleeping classmates. Draco then turned, and made his way out of the Slytherin dorm.
He had somewhere to be.
*
Harry Potter had just spent the best summer of his entire life. He had lived with his Godfather, Sirius Black, and had gotten to see Hermione and Ron whenever he wanted to.
So you can understand how Harry must have felt, after all this happiness, to hear from his old and wise headmaster that he would be taking lessons, again, for Occlumency with none other than Severus Snape. And, as he slammed into the wall after a rather violent attempt at warding his mind, he thought that this was particularly unfair. Snape seemed to be on a slight rampage. Harry vaguely wondered what could have disturbed him, through the haze of searing pain that had shot through him as his head had made contact with the cold stone walls.
Ouch.
He was about to pick himself up off the floor when the door burst open suddenly, and Draco Malfoy came in looking more afraid than Harry had ever seen him.
*
Draco had barged into the Potions classroom, hoping to find his elusive Godfather there.
Instead he had found Harry-bloody-Potter, of all people, lying on the floor, staring up at him through broken glasses. He had very green eyes.
Draco was very taken aback for a moment, and then Severus spoke up, "Mr. Malfoy is there a reason you are barging into my classroom at this hour?"
"Professor, there is something that I need desperately to address to you...it is of the utmost importance," Draco said, all the while his eyes never left Potter's, "and, erm...why is Potter lying on your floor?"
Severus glared at the Potter.
"Get on your feet boy. I have no time for your nonsense," Severus said, sneering at Potter.
Potter scrambled to his feet, never breaking eye-contact with Draco.
Draco sneered at the boy, meanwhile wondering why he was on the floor.
"You are dismissed Potter. Return to your dorm," Severus said in his usual disdainful manner. Potter eyed the two Slytherins warily, and quickly brushed past Draco on his way out.
When the door shut behind Potter, Draco let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He turned and looked at his godfather, and opened his mouth to speak. Severus put up a hand to silence him.
"I know what you are here for, Draco," Severus grimaced in distaste, "I have no clue as to why that...boy is still alive. He should be dead."
"Well, obviously he isn't!" Draco all but screamed at his professor, "You should have heard him! He wants me dead...or worse! I...what am I going to do? Sev..."
Severus grabbed the boy and sat him down on one of the hard wooden chairs.
"There is nothing I can do except tell you to be wary at all times. Never trust anyone...Slytherin is no longer safe for you," Severus said gravely, causing shivers to run up Draco's spine.
*
The walk back to Slytherin dorms was long and eerily quiet.
Draco padded down the hallway, hurried footsteps bouncing of the stone walls. The blond heard a noise from behind him. He stopped and whipped around, eyes darting around, hoping to find the originator of the noise.
The hallway was empty.
Draco sighed, and laughed at his own fear. He continued down the hallway.
He spun around again and halted when he heard slightly muffled sobs.
He sighed in relief when he saw the culprit of the noises.
There stood a small girl-couldn't be older than a first year- with dark ebony curls falling delicately around her bowed head. Her small shoulders were shaking with sobs, her hands covering her face, as if to hide her tears. Draco looked down at her pityingly, and knelt down so that they were eye-level.
"There, there," he began, wincing inwardly at the sweetness of his tone, "are you lost? Do you need some help getting back to your house? Which house do you belong to?"
He wrapped his fingers delicately around her small wrists, and gently pulled her hand away from her face.
Draco wrenched himself away from the girl in shock, and fell painfully back on his butt, and backed up as far away as he could get.
Red eyes. Blood red eyes were staring at him in a twisted delighted way.
Her small mouth stretched back into a demented smile, baring her fangs at him.
Laughter filled the hallway as Draco scrambled up the wall, and ran towards the Slytherin dormitories.
Wham!
He ran straight into a hard body. Fangs bearing down at him, the same cruel smile adorning this stranger's face, and dark red eyes glaring down at him in the dark.
"Ello poppet," the man giggled insanely. Draco wrenched himself away and ran towards the opposite direction.
Laughter, there was laughter everywhere. How many could there be? Draco ran, and ran, and ran, until his lungs felt like they were going to burst, and his legs collapsed beneath him.
The blond heard footsteps approaching at a fast pace, and screamed in despair.
It wasn't fair! He had tried so hard to get away!
He heard the dreaded footsteps getting closer and withdrew his wand, aiming at the approaching sound.
"Malfoy, you okay? Why did you scream?"
And for what felt like the first time in his life, Draco would admit, he had never been so happy to hear Harry Potter's obnoxiously nosy voice.
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Love, aetah.