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Forgotten Memories-
Chapter Nine- Theory's and Planning
The figure ran up the steps, skipping two at a time. Chocolate brown hair slowly coming undone from the tight bun it had been placed in. Upon reaching the door the figure wrenched the door open, revealing two male figures talking idle as the fire place crackled loudly.
The figure, who was now clearly a woman, interrupted the two men, "Your Highness, another fight broke out between the nobles!" The shorter of the two men, stopped to look at her, his clouded gray eye's tinted with a noticeable violet. "Again?" he asked irritation, conveyed in a single word. The woman nodded, before looking at the other man, silently begging him to go with the other.
"Alert Ameretta and Damion, and I told you not to call me that when not in public…" the shorter of the two men said as he swept past the woman in the door way ruffling her now messed up strands of hair. She turned to glare at him as he sped down the steps and called down after him, "Zaine, you better be careful! Or I'll castrate you royalty or not! Don't think I won't!" The gray-eyed man's chuckles drifted up to her in response, the woman let out an irritated sigh as she rolled her own eyes, before going to alert the other two.
Waking up, the bushy haired Gryffindor shook her head, trying to forget the dream she had just had. After an unsuccessful five minutes Hermione headed to the showers, hoping a nice cool shower would wake her up. She stripped herself of her nightgown, and stepping into the shower with a final thought going through her head. What an odd dream…
Draco was seated between his two best friends, trying his best not to fidget, as the small blade that was always kept hidden in his robes jabbed him painfully in the side. His two mentors' had woken him that morning with noisy bickering, making him slightly cranky. Sometimes he swore that they liked each other, but the constant bickering continued to make him doubt his theory. He began to idly toy with the necklace he now constantly wore around his neck, running his fingers over the strange symbol.
"Playing with jewelry Malfoy?" sneered Nott as him and his two apes stopped in front of him. Draco had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, as he delicately picked up the chocolate cookie before him. Taking a small bite he answered, "Is that really the best you can do today monkey? I thought I was at least above such petty and childishinsults, or is it that you dear monkey are not yet matured enough to give a proper insult?" The Ice Prince couldn't help but be slightly amused by the slight coloring of Nott's cheeks, and his two apes who where red with either rage or embarrassment, he didn't particularly care which.
"I'm warning you Malfoy, I will knock you down this year." It was entertaining to see the monkey try and stroll over to his seat after his threat. This time Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes as he took another bite of the scrumptious cookie in his hand. Listening to the small giggles of Pansy and Blaise, and the outright laughter of his two mentors.
Harry watched the encounter between Nott and Malfoy, as soon as the gray-eyed Slytherin was in direct eye sight, he turned away quickly. He had been up the past few nights thinking of a way to get the bloody ferret to go out with him, and couldn't even think of one thing! That morning he had asked Ron, seeing as how this was his brilliant bloody plan for the ferrety git's downfall, how he should start.
Extremely short flashback
"Ron? How exactly am I suppose to get Malfoy to agree to go out with me?" the second youngest red- head turned to his best friend and smiled, "Just court him Harry, then after you've got the slimy ferret in your grasp, make him fess up to whatever evil scheme he's got, then humiliatingly dump him in front of the entire school. We get Hermione back, your attraction is gone, we find out what he's up to and as a bonus we knock him off his high horse! It's awesome!" with that Ron, drug Harry down stairs for breakfast.
End of extremely short flashback
The raven slowly let his eye's wander back to the silver-haired Slytherin. Court him? How the bloody hell was he suppose to court his arch-rival? He fingered the book hidden in his Gryffindor had earlier checked out the book he found lying around the library the day before. It was titled the art of courting made easy! By G.L He had transfigured the cover to a plain blue, making it far easier to read out in the open and Harry decided it was time to consult it. Taking his eyes away from the Slytherin he pulled the book out of his bag and opened it to the first page.
Introduction
The Art of Courting has a long and…..
Intro. Harry decided to skip it and go to the first chapter.
Chapter One- The first steps
Before you begin a courtship the courtier must give the courted subtle hints about their intentions. Here are a few things the courtier may try:
Giving them a smile as they walk past (don't scare them)
Occasionally opening the door for them to pass (you don't want to be obvious)
Try to initiate friendly conversation (try to slide in a compliment or two)
Offer to randomly get them things (it intrigues them for some reason)
Harry looked at the first few options in the chapter and surprisingly he smirked. He, for whatever strange and unfathomable reason, couldn't wait to see Malfoy's reactions to everything. He figured that it was the whole "savior of the world" thing and he needed some stress relief. Why not relieve it on Malfoy, while trying to court him?
With strange and somewhat scary anticipation, the raven walked down to the dungeons for double potions. When his eyes landed on a certain Slytherin Trio or more particularly a Slytherin Ice Prince, he got a nod from Ron beside him. Leaving a confused and slightly worried Hermione behind, he strolled up to the trio and stopped near the potions door. With an over exaggerated flourish he opened the door for the three Slytherins. Two out of the three, Parkinson and Zambini looked as if you had just taken away all there presents and then told them Santa wasn't real. Their reactions were quite funny, but it was Malfoy's reaction he wanted.
He turned his emerald eyes unto the silver haired Slytherin; it seemed Harry had accomplished the impossible feat of stopping the Slytherin Ice Prince, unfeeling jerk, and all around heartless snake, in his tracks. The current object of his affection, Attraction! NOT Affection! ,seemed rooted to the spot in unrivaled surprise, seeing as how no one has ever been able to surprise the forever alert Ice Prince before. Harry reveled in the reaction.
However, like all good things, the surprise was soon replaced by cold and accusing eyes that seemed to pierce him, trying to figure out what he was up to. He chose to give tip number one a try and gave Malfoy an easy smile. He took extreme delight in seeing the ever elusive Slytherin's gray eyes slightly widen, with surprise and, was that a trace of something else? But the fact that he noticed the most microscopic dust of pink coloring the Slytherins cheeks turned his easy smile into full grin.
Unfortunately, Malfoy quickly schooled his expression with an uncanny ease, and swept past him, with his usual inhumane grace. Looking to Ron, who gave another almost unnoticeable nod, he followed the Ice Prince into the classroom. Harry made his way over to the Slytherin's table and took immense pride in the fact that when he voluntarily seated himself next to his arch-rival, Malfoy's usual aloof and proper posture visible tensed and the look of utter shock was well worth the price of whatever came next.
Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin was never easily disturbed or frightened, but as of five minutes ago it was safe to assume that Harry Potter had him completely freaked the poor teen out. The heir to two of the most powerful realms gave the boy beside him a weary glare, while having a private freak out session in his mind. What the bloody hell is going on? Did Potter hit his head this morning or has he finally gone mental? Why in Salazar's name is he acting so creepy? One- Potter would rather slam the door in my face than open it! Two- Golden boy would sooner hex me to St. Mungo's than smile at me! And Three- "The-boy-who-lives-to-annoy-me" would face Voldy before even thinking about voluntarily sitting beside me! Again, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?
Draco began fidgeting with his necklace again, desperately hiding his heightened nervousness around the raven Gryffindork. When the crazy idiot began to speak, the heir had to remind himself that they we're suppose to brew a potion. "Malfoy, should you get the supplies or should I?" The Slytherin looked at the deranged Potter (for that's the only explanation he can come up with right now) , " I think I will go secure our supplies, you will probably forget something." Draco reasoned that, the comment might break the strange imperio the Golden boy seemed to be under.
To the heir's distress, his biting comment did nothing to effect the loony teen beside him. With new apprehension, he made his way to Uncle Sev's ingredient cabinet all the while fingering the necklace that hung around his neck. He could feel eight pairs of eyes on him, watching him go. He knew that three of them where worried looks from Blaise, Pansy, and Granger. Three others were the concerned looks of his two mentors and his godfather. The last two though are the two that unnerved him so, the stares of Potter and his weasel. He couldn't fathom as to why they we're acting so creepy, or what strange, Gryffindorish scheme's they were up to.
Before the Slytherin could give himself a headache he decided to go ahead and hurry up with the supplies, less his godfather give him that look. Returning to his now deemed loony partner, he set down his armful of supplies and turned to look at the raven. Noticing his angel mentor had drifted off toward Blaise and Granger. "Okay Potter, I don't know what spell you were hit with or what crazy idea is going through your Gryffindork mind, but can we at least get this potion done?" His partner gave him another weird smile, "Whatever you say Malfoy." To say Draco was going to be greatly disturbed by the end of the potion would be a great understatement.
Hermione Granger was not called the brightest witch of their year just for kicks. The brunet could tell her two best friends were up to something, especially Harry. She hadn't quite figured it out yet, but she would. Promising herself to keep a closer eye on her friends, she began relaying her strange dream that had been nagging at her the entire morning to the Italian beside her as they diligently worked on their potion.
Time lapse
Umbridge glared at the gray-eyed Slytherin before instructing the entire class to turn to a boring chapter 5 and begin reading some boring text that a even more boring author wrote. With all these factors in mind it was difficult for Draco to stop his eye lids from becoming heavy and trying to stifle the yawn that came every 5 minutes. The young heir was tired, fighting with Nott, dealing with Potter and weasel's weirdness and listening to his two mentors constantly bickering.
The only thing that the teen had that always forced his eyes open and kept the yawns at bay, was the fear of the resurfacing memories visiting him while he napped, for they had begun to assault his dreams at night no thanks to the despicable teacher in front of him.
He listened while Potter seemed to land himself another detention with the sadistic toad, not that it was any concern of Draco's what the crazy teen did. As far as he was convinced Potter belonged to St. Mungo's after their potions class together.
The Slytherin stopped another yawn, but unfortunately luck seemed to have abandoned him today. For Umbridge turned on him and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile that always meant he had detention, "Mr. Malfoy, is my class putting you to sleep?" becoming fed up with the toad queen, he answered in the cold emotionless way a Malfoy is known for, "You would have to actually do something productive in this worthless class, if you expect me to stay interested in this unnecessary and quite boring lesson."
Draco was not stupid enough to fly off the handle and let his anger get the best of him like Potter, but apparently this toad seemed to dislike him more than Potter, "Mr. Malfoy, and another three weeks of detention for you. You may join Mr. Potter at my chambers tonight to begin." What? Detention with Potter? But Potter's been creepy all day! It was strange enough in potions but now with you too!
Being the impeccable Malfoy he is, he schooled his features revealing none of his true emotions, depriving the sadistic toad of his enraged reaction. "Of course, now I am going to excuse myself from your awful presence, in exchange for far more pleasant food. For I will apparently have the displeasure of spending my night with you." And with a mocking bow, Draco left his classroom eagerly heading towards the dining hall for some much needed and much deserved sweets.
Hermione made her way over to the Slytherin table, and seated herself across from the enigma named Draco Malfoy. No matter how much time she spent with the trio, he had said nothing to her but polite and formal conversation, and had not once demeaned or insulted her in any way. She had found herself becoming more comfortable with her strange companions, and had even gotten use to using their first names, with the exception of Malfoy, Draco! His name is Draco, Hermione!
Piling his plate with sweets the silver haired teen, noticed her and said in his usual formal greeting, "Hello Granger, and what do I owe the pleasure of having you with us this evening?" The Gryffindor rolled her eyes, "Mal… Draco, we're the only ones here, and do you have to address me so formally?" She watched slightly amused as the Slytherin raised an eyebrow, and gave her a funny look, "Please tell me you have not gone off your rocker like your friends? What is wrong with the way I address you? Your name is Granger is it not?"
Hermione let out a soft chuckle and a sigh, receiving an even funnier look off the teen across from her, "Did I say something amusing Granger? What is so funny?" She was very slowly beginning to understand what Pansy had told her that day near the lake. Ma…Draco, could be so adorable at times. The realization of her thought hit her, who would have thought a year ago, she would have hexed anyone who said she would one day think that Draco Malfoy was cute?
Dismissing the thought for later evaluation she gave Draco a smile, "Yes, Granger is my last name, Aren't we a little past that stage? Even if we hated each other for four years, I think that still moves us past this stage." Draco seemed to think about her words for a few minutes, she thought nothing should have surprised her by now, but she also forgot that Draco would always surprise her, "Granger, I've never hated you, it takes a whole hell of a lot for someone to make me hate them, and trust me you will never make that mark."
Honestly, she didn't know how to respond to those words, she didn't think anyone would know how to respond. So she did the Gryffindor thing to do, "So Hermione?" Draco stared at her for a few seconds before slowly nodding his head in confirmation, and with that she launched into whatever topic seemed to cross her mind until the others got there.
Another part of the castle
Ameretta stood near the lake with her demon companion while their charge ate dinner, before going to detention. She gazed out, sweeping her eyes through the forest before letting her eyes rest on the shimmer of the lake. "I overheard an interesting dream today." The words were soft, almost too soft to hear, but Damion could always pick them up, "and what would that be?" he asked, the time of bickering over for the moment. The angel turned to look at him, "The brunet girl, the one Blaise wishes to court, she may be a reincarnate. I just can't determine who."
Damion nodded in understanding, "Tomorrow we continue his lessons as planned, but keep a close eye on the girl, and everyone else. Who knows who else could be a reincarnate? We will keep Draco safe no matter what. We have to."
With those words spoken the two disappeared up into the castle, coming and going as deadly as the wind leaving not a trace of themselves behind.
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