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Forgotten Memories
Before The Tempest
Chapter Six Detention with Umbridge
He sat crossed legged on the bed, looking around her room, with childish innocence. The small five year old, felt his eyes begin to droop, getting tired of waiting. As he fell back onto the bed with a thud, the door slid open.
She walked into her room, seeing the young boy lying in her bed, "Draco, what are you doing?" she asked suppressing the giggle that wanted to escape her. The boy in question sat up, his stormy gray eyes, looked at her in accusation, "You're late!!!!" he then proceeded to pout, crossing his tiny arms crossed in front of him. The older teen, let out a small chuckle, ruffling the boy's silver hair. "Sorry Draco. Forgive me?"
The boy continued to pout, giving her an "hmph," in response. The girl gave him a wry grin, "Well, seeing as how you're so angry with me, you probably wouldn't want the present I have for you." She watched Draco's stormy-gray eyes light up and a smile spread. "I forgive you Rach."
The teen only laughed as she ruffled Draco's hair once again. The five year old gave a yelp as his hands came to his hair. "Come on little dragon, do you want your present or not?"Draco's hands stopped mid-way to his hair, he let them drop back to his sides as he nodded vigorously. "Okay put your hands together like this," she showed him, putting her own hands up, "and say, 'videor'."
Draco did as he was told excitement and anticipation in his eyes as he put his small hands together and said, "Videor!" A small puff of blue smoke appeared in his hands. The smoke disappeared as quickly as it had come, revealing a small wrapped package in his hands.
The five year old looked down in awe, surprise evident in the child's eyes. "How did you do that Rach? Did you use magic?" the teen across from him only smiled mysteriously before prompting him to open the package in his hands. Draco didn't need much encouragement, as he had it open within seconds.
Draco looked at the thing in his small hands with fascination, "It's beautiful!!!!" he exclaimed in a wonderment of the jewelry in his hands. With the quick mind of a Malfoy at such a young age, and with the energy of any other five year old, Draco laid his new necklace down, and tackled the teen on the other side of the bed. "Thank you Rach!"After he toppled the teen over, they both laid there, feeling too comfortable to bother getting up. The five year old could feel his eyes getting heavy again, as he started to drift into sleep. The last thing he heard was the teen's voice whispering in his ear, "Always keep it with you, it will protect you when I'm not there. Promise me you'll always have it."
The five year old looked at the teen with sleepy eyes, "I promise." He said, before succumbing to sleep entirely.
Draco woke with a sharp gasp, his heavy breathing being the only thing he could hear, he slowly closed his eyes. A shift next to him had his eyes reopening, to look down at the small fox that shared his bed. Her sleepy eyes met his own, as she silently questioned his sudden movements. Draco allowed a small smile in what he hoped to be reassurance. The young fox seemed to except it, as she nestled her head back into the warmth of the sheets.
The young Slytherin on the other hand, couldn't go back to sleep as easily as his companion seemed to. Seeing as he was suppose to get up in another hour or so, he gave up on trying to go back to sleep. Ugh, stupid Potter for bringing up old memories intentional or not, and stupid Toad Queen for giving me detention. Deciding he had some time to waste before showering, he made his way to his trunk, which lay in the corner of his room. Opening it quietly, as not to wake the fox on his bed, he began to rummage through it.
He finally extracted an old wooden box from his trunk; he felt a small smile on his lips as he opened it. Open seeing the necklace inside, he was sure his eyes had changed some color. The necklace inside was as beautiful as the first day he was given it, two twin dragons encircling a symbol he still could not figure out. His fingers began tracing over the symbol's texture. I guess I have no choice but to wear it now, this year has already proven to be very taxing, and I promised Rachel.
Harry arrived in the Great Hall, taking a seat far away from the bickering Hermione and Ron. Harry ignored his two best friends, as his eyes searched for a mop of silver hair and a pair of stormy-gray eyes. Once he caught sight of the Slytherin sitting down, he continued to stare at him.
The previous night he had declared to himself, that he would figure out what Malfoy was hiding, no matter what. He already figured that Malfoy would try and do something to get into Voldemort's good graces, and now he was determined to find out what. Carrying on with his staring, he jumped when Hermione touched his shoulder, "Is something wrong Harry?" He shook his head, "It's nothing." He answered as his eyes finally landed on his food, missing the look in Hermione's eyes.
Draco let out a sigh as he headed to potions; he knew his godfather would be irritated with him for getting detention, and would probably give him a good rant about it later on. Damion and Ameretta were unusually quiet, but then that was explanatory, seeing as how he was still very furious with them.
2 Hours ago
"That's not my fault!!! You're the one who insisted we check every bloody where!!! Bloody paranoid bird!!!We've been checking the perimeter of this accursedly huge castle for the past two nights!!! Of course I'm going to be cranky!!!" accused Damion rather loudly as Draco's two mentors where once again fighting.
"Well get use to it, we still have to question the staff!" retorted Ameretta. The statement made the young heir stop and turn towards his two mentors, "Question the staff? Why would you need to do that?" he asked suspicion laced in every word. He heard the angel swear under her breath, as her demon companion sent her a glare. Draco waited for an answer, only to have it come from his best friend Blaise, "Didn't you know Drake? They've already 'questioned' me, Pansy, the twins, your parents, and Professor Snape." Pansy, who was walking beside the Italian scoffed, "More like interrogated." She whispered.
Draco turned on his mentors, "Interrogated? Why did you interrogate my family, and two best friends?!" he had kept his cold, emotionless, façade up for a while, but it immediately dropped upon hearing his family had been interrogated by his mentors. "You need to understand Your Highness; we don't trust very easily, even those who are the furthest away from suspicion need to be questioned. We will not allow a betrayal or spy to cause you harm," came the voice of his demon mentor, Damion. "What is that suppose to mean? Are you trying to imply that my family would try to hurt me?! Or that Blaise or Pansy would?!" He waited for his mentor's reply, and when he was met with silence, he did the only thing a Malfoy could do, he ignored them. Now he had to try and suppress the violet color that was slipping into his eyes.
Now
So, still ignoring his mentor's, Draco walked into his godfather's classroom. As he took his seat, his godfather appeared. The class was quickly silenced, as Snape gave out the directions, and then came the naming of pairs. Please not Potter, anyone but Potter, not him, I promise I'll try and get along with the Toad Queen, just don't pair me up with Potter, he's probably got some insane idea in his head that I have something dangerous to hide that will somehow help the psychotic wizard that calls himself Voldemort!!!
While the heir went on his head, Snape had come down to the last couple of pairs, "Longbottom, Parkinson." Longbottom had gotten up, and made his way unsurely to Pansy's cauldron. "Weasley, Greengrass." A look of disgust came over both of them as one made their way to the other. "Granger, Zambini." Oddly enough for anyone who was watching, Granger had made her way to the Slytherin's cauldron with what one could swear was a bounce in her step. Draco, who was still silently ranting about how stupid and paranoid Gryffindor's and Potter's were, finally heard his name, "Malfoy, Potter."
The Slytherin looked up in shock at his godfather, who he could have sworn smirked at him. This is punishment for detention isn't it!!! Well you can forget the getting along with the Toad Queen I promised!!!
Snape stopped in front of his silently fuming godson, "Mr. Malfoy, would you please go to Potter's cauldron, and I would like to speak to after class." Severus watched as his godson nodded, with a small pout on his lips. The moody Potions Professor could have almost smiled at his godson's childish behavior, but that would ruin his image.
Harry waited next to his cauldron, as he watched Malfoy make his way to his cauldron. He wasn't quite sure what his body was doing, but he knew that it was probably unusual to have to tell yourself to breathe. Harry finally looked up to see Malfoy standing in front of his cauldron, his gray eyes staring into his own emerald ones. "Alright Potter, empty your silly little brain of all ideas about me right now. I'm willing to call a temporary truce for the sake of this potion, and seeing as how you need this grade, I doubt you're willing to argue." Stated Malfoy, who, from what Harry could tell, was just as irritated as himself.
Harry only gave him a silent nod of agreement, before Malfoy made his way to the storage room, getting their ingredients. While Harry had a few minutes to himself, he tried to calm himself down, berating himself to act normally. He was so busy with his silent thoughts that he jumped when Malfoy dropped the ingredients onto their work station. Malfoy turned to him with a smirk on his face, "There, now we're even for yesterday."
Harry didn't quite know what that was supposed to mean, but he kept his mouth shut. Malfoy told him to go warm up the cauldron, while he prepared the ingredients. As the Gryffindor began to warm the cauldron, he found himself watching the Slytherin's hands as they diced, and skinned. It almost looked as if Malfoy's hands were dancing as he prepared the ingredients. When Malfoy's hands stopped, Harry found himself slightly disappointed; he immediately brushed off the feeling as Malfoy began to instruct him.
"Alright, after I put the roots in, you stir it counter clockwise for 15 minutes, then I will add the wolfs bane." Harry again only silently nodded, it seemed to be the only thing he could do around the silver-haired Slytherin. After 45 minutes of following Malfoy's instructions, Harry noticed that he was adding and subtracting some step's to the directions, he watched as Malfoy picked up a vial, and inspected it with critical gray eyes. After a second of scrutinizing the bottle, Malfoy made his way to their cauldron and poured the mercury liquid into the cauldron. As the Slytherin bent down to inspect the cauldron, Harry caught a glint of silver, reflecting from the silver-haired boy. When Malfoy was finished checking their cauldron, the raven understood what had caught the light, there on Malfoy's neck, hung a necklace.
Unfortunately Nott seemed to have noticed as well, "I didn't know Malfoy's wear jewelry?" he said load enough for Malfoy to hear, the Ice Prince seemed to pause before bringing his hands up to the necklace he wore, and shoving it back under his shirt. Harry felt somewhat curious, as to what the necklace looked like, seeing as how Malfoy had made it disappear before he could get a good look at it. His Slytherin partner seemed to have ignored Nott, in favor of instructing Harry to stir clockwise three times. The Gryffindor glanced at Nott, to see a scowl cross his face before continuing with his own potion. Harry couldn't help but smirk at him, he didn't know why, but he was happy that Nott hadn't gotten any recognition from his current potion's partner.
The time to stop came too soon as Harry heard Snape give out the last instructions, "Put your things down, and books away. Fill a vial with your potion and hand it to me on the way out…. And Mr. Malfoy, please stay after class. There is something I would like to discuss with you." He heard the Slytherin beside him let out an irritated sigh, while he bottled up their potion. Harry met up with Ron and Hermione before leaving the classroom, "Hey guys, you go on ahead, I forgot my potions book." Ron nodded, and swept out of the classroom, but Hermione gave him a look that told him, she really knew why he was staying behind.
After they had both left, Harry stood outside the door and strained his ears to hear what was being said, "I thought I told you not to do anything that would give her reason to single you out? You listen almost as well as your mother!" Snape, "She's the one who started it, what did I ever do to her? I haven't ever met her and she seems to hate me. That's not my problem!!" and that would be Malfoy. Harry heard Snape give a load sigh, "Draco, that woman hates half-breeds, and considering what you are she won't stop at anything to get under your skin, and when she does, she'll find a way to expel you." "…considering what you are…?" What does that mean? "You'll have to go to detention, there's no way around it, and you two…." Snape seemed to stop for a moment as if addressing someone else. "…you two…?" there's only him and Malfoy in there… "You two will not be accompanying him, he will go by himself. He does not need you shadowing him everywhere he goes."
Harry pulled away from the door, instead of the answer's he had hoped for, he had nothing but more questions and the reassuring thought that his potion's master was now delusional.
Lunch came and went without incident for the Gryffindor, just like his lessons then on, and now it was time for diner. Harry entered the Great Hall, and immediately searched for his Slytherin rival. Finding him with a pile of sweets on his plate, Harry turned to his own table, seeing that once again that his two best friends refused to speak to one another.
Draco watched as the Golden Boy, made his way to his table. The heir barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes; His two mentors' had remained quite, a pleasant change from the constant bickering. Letting his thoughts drift, he almost jumped at the warm hand that fell on his shoulder, "Hey Drake, diner's over. You want me to walk you to detention?" Draco looked up to see the Italian above him. "No, its okay Blaise, I should be able to get there on my own." He gave Blaise a weak smile, not really having the energy to put any effort into it.
His best friend looked down at him skeptically, "Drake, you've lived in your house for fourteen years, and you still manage to get lost in your own home. We've only been at Hogwarts for five, and you expect me to believe you won't get lost?" Blaise watched as a tiny shade of pink decorated his best friend's cheeks as he mumbled, "I'll be fine Blaise…" The Italian couldn't help but think that if Pansy was here she would of glomped the Slytherin.
He let out a sigh, "You know we worry about you Drake, me, Pansy, your parent's, even the twins. You may be able to fool the entire school about your invincibility, but not us and now that Nott's been acting up…." Blaise stopped his mini-rant, when Draco gave him another weak smile, "I know Blaise, but having people follow me around everywhere get's tiring. You know I would never want any of you to worry needlessly about me, and I may not be invincible, but I can take on anything our peer's or the Toad Queen can throw at me. I am Malfoy you know." Draco's weak smile turned into a mischievous grin that Blaise swore he got from the twins. The Italian shook his head at his friend, that's not what we're worried about but he silently agreed not to accompany him.
The Slytherin made his way through the corridors, trying to remember where Umbridge's office was. Without taking much notice of his surrounding's, so only when they collided did he see the person coming in the opposite direction. Draco landed with a thud on the ground, yanking him out of his thoughts. A hand extended toward him, and he took it without a second thought. Now that the heir was on his feet, he took in the person he had collided with. The boy was slightly taller than him, with black locks falling to the nape of his neck. He had beautiful pale skin and his eyes seemed almost golden. "Sorry, I didn't see you there, hope you're not injured." The stranger's voice was deeper than he had expected, and it had almost a hypnotizing melody to it. "Um, no, no I'm fine."
The stranger laughed before speaking again, "Oh, that's good. I'm Jacob Clearwater, at your service." Draco nodded, "Pleasure, but could you kindly let go of my hand?" Jacob laughed again, releasing the silver-haired Slytherin's hand, "So where are you going Mr…." The heir was hesitant to give Jacob his name, though he seemed a good enough person, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive, "Draco, Draco Malfoy." Jacob grinned at him, and Draco felt a shiver run down his spine, whether it was from fear or the cold he would never admit. "I'm trying to get to Professor Umbridge's office." Draco figured that he might as well have Jacob show him where the office was, before he got lost again… curse my lousy sense of direction…
Jacob's grin seemed to broaden, but Draco couldn't be sure, "Well, then please allow me to escort you to your destination." Before the stunned Slytherin could react Jacob had taken his hand once again and led him to Umbridge's office, where Potter seemed to be waiting.
Harry watched as a very pretty boy he had never seen before led a confused Malfoy toward him. The only problem he had was that he thought Malfoy looked kind of cute with that dazed expression on his face, and was a little jealous of the beautiful stranger leading him by the hand. Harry shook the thoughts out of his head as the stranger said goodbye to Malfoy, but while he was leaving he turned and seemed to smirk at the Gryffindor. Harry felt a spike of irritation rise in his chest, but he reigned it back in before turning to Malfoy, "Did you lose your way Malfoy?" the question came out in a more playful tone than he had wanted, but it turned out to be worth it when Malfoy for probably the very first time in history, grinned at Harry without any sort of malice, "Very funny Potter, I just want to get this detention over with. I don't want to spend any more time with that Toad Queen than necessary, do you not agree?"
Harry took in a breath before answering, "yeah, wait no, no yes, bloody hell Malfoy, ask a direct question!!!" the Slytherin's grin never wavered, "Calm yourself Potter, continue acting so civilly towards me, and people might start to think we don't hate each other. Shall we get this over with?" Harry fought the heat that rose up in his cheeks, and stubbornly tried to ignore the silver-haired teen which proved to be difficult seeing as he was walking right next to him. Malfoy knocked on the wooden door in front of them, "Come in." came that sickeningly sweet voice, he felt Malfoy suppress a shudder beside him, as he opened the door to their detention.
Umbridge sat behind her desk, with the fireplace giving the illusion of warmth, to the cold classroom. She beckoned them forward, the grin Malfoy had worn only seconds before entering, was now replaced by a cold stoic mask of indifference, a look Harry was familiar with. Umbridge gave them a tight disgusting smile, "You two will be writing lines, Mr. Potter, you will write, I must not tell lies, and Mr. Malfoy…." She turned her eyes on the Slytherin beside him, "you will write, Trial by Fire." The triumphant grin she wore sent a shiver down Harry's spine, he turned to Malfoy, the only indication that he had heard her was a slight raise of an elegant eyebrow, and a miniscule widening of his now cold gray eyes that glared at the woman. The thing behind the desk continued, "Don't worry about ink, I will tell you when I think your punishment has sunken in."
Both of them took a seat at the two provided desks, beside each other. They picked up the quills lying on their desks, and put the tip at the edge of the parchment. After Harry had written the first three words, he felt a sharp pain erupt through his hand. He looked down to find his handwriting embedded in his hand. He glanced over at Malfoy to find the Slytherin was experiencing the same thing. "Is something wrong boys?" both him and Malfoy seemed to share a look that said, "Don't say anything." Harry shook his head, and they both continued. Harry and Malfoy wrote for hours, each new word making their hands numb, when finally Umbridge called them to stop. She rose and instructed them to present their hands. After she had declared them done for the night, both teens rushed out of the office.
Draco was furious, that witch!!! How did she know about that?!!!! It should have been erased from the ministry records!!! And my hand is throbbing!!!! He glanced over at Potter's hands which were as red as his own. Then a terrified thought crossed his mind I don't remember the way to the common room!!!!!! Shit, shit, shit, shit. Now what am I suppose to do?! I can't ask Potter?!!! But… if I don't I might not ever find the common room. Why was I cursed with no sense of direction? Why? Wait does Potter even know the way to his common room? Before he could panic over that new piece of information, he recalled that Potter and Weasley had followed him the one time he now Draco had to swallow his pride and ask Potter of all people where his common room was. God this is so humiliating…
Harry watched as Malfoy took a gulp of air as if about to confess something, when the Slytherin surprised him, "Um, Potter?" The Gryffindor looked at Malfoy expectantly, the silver-haired youth gave a defeated sigh, "I don't remember where my common room is, and since I know you and Weasley followed me second year, you could just remind me." The confession shocked Harry more than he was willing to admit, he must have looked like an idiot, with his mouth slightly open and his eyes disbelieving. Malfoy gave an annoyed huff, covering up the moment of vulnerability he had allowed his rival to see, "Never mind, I'll search for it myself. I knew I should never had asked you."
Malfoy turned and stalked off, before stopping at an intersection, Harry had regained his composure and felt a smile tug at his lips, the throbbing in his hand forgotten. "Malfoy, wait! I'll show you to your common room." Now it was the Slytherin's turn to look at Harry dumbfounded, Harry thought Malfoy looked cute that way to, before mindlessly taking his hand and leading his down the corridor. If he had looked back he would have seen the shock on the Slytherin's eyes and the light blush that adorned his cheeks.
After Harry had escorted Malfoy back to his common room, and the Slytherin had given him the most awkward thank you in his fifteen years of life, he finally arrived back in his own common room. He fell onto his bed, careful not to wake the snoring Ron next to him. As Harry drifted off to sleep, he finally confessed to himself something he had been vigorously been denying since the beginning of the term. I'm attracted to Draco Bloody Malfoy!!!!!
Draco was lying in his bed after Potter had led him back to his common room.
Flashback – Three minutes ago
Potter stood outside the portrait that led to the Slytherin common rooms, not use to thanking people he usually teased; he unconsciously turned his head to where his silver bangs hid his eyes, "Thanks Potter." The Gryffindor had actually chuckled, chuckled!!! "Goodnight Malfoy."
Now
The heir let out a groan remembering the memory and buried his face into the soft pillows. He felt a presence appear on the bed and looked up to be greeted be a lick in the face. His silver pet fox looked down on him in concern, "It's nothing Cadence, just me being a complete idiot in front of the Golden Boy of all people. I'm perfectly fine." He returned his face to his pillow, letting out another groan. Cadence seemed to understand her master's feelings, and curled up beside him as both of them drifted off to sleep.