Finding themselves in a nice warm room, with deep maroon walls, a huge fire place, a table full of food, what looked to be a bathroom and a large bed, they stopped fighting and looked at eachother.
Draco had fallen on top of Harry when his hand no, his arm had been yanked by Harry. They lay there, for several moments, just panting and trying to think of what to say.
It seemed like an eternity; no it was an eternity for Harry. He waited for Draco to jump up in disgust, put on that sneer and walk out of the room forever, walk out of his life. He also expected Draco to hex him into oblivion. That was what the old Draco would do. Nothing but their ragged breathing seemed to ensure that time was still moving. Harry's heart plummeted, when there was no response at first.
Harry couldn't blame Draco though; he was asking a lot of the blonde Slytherin at this particular point in time. He was challenging all the desires, wishes and walls that had shaped the man staring back at him for the last sixteen years of his life. Should he really be expecting this? It didn't seem all that fair.
Draco looked pained, and his features gradually shifted and grew into a smile. Draco put his forehead against Harry's and held that smile. "I should have known it was you." Harry smiled in return, fighting off the fact that Draco was wreaking havoc with his emotions.
Link?
Yeaass?
Are you really Harry?
"Yes I am really Harry." The teen looked Draco in the eyes. "C'mon Drake. That's a little too elaborate for even the best of pranksters."
With that, Draco sunk into the other boy's arms utterly defeated. "What the hell are we going to do?"
Harry looked at him curiously, and asked, "What do you mean what are we going to do? We're going to keep on like nothing's happened. But Draco, my powers are changing. I'm pretty sure it's because of the link."
"Oh really? All the while I thought it was just the broccoli you ate that allowed you to do wandless magic."
"No, that's just my incredibly good looks. You said so yourself on more than one occasion." Harry grinned and looked pleased with himself as Draco raised his head from Harry's chest and glared at the other teen.
Prat.
That's rich, calling the kettle black.
Bloody wanker.
You wank to me.
Disgusted with Harry, he got up and kicked the boy that was on the ground laughing. "You know, Harry. You're bloody evil. It's a wonder how you ended up in Gryffindor."
"I wasn't supposed to, you know. The Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin."
Draco's jaw dropped. "You've got to be shitting me!!" Harry looked solemn and shook his head. "Well….that explains a lot." Harry concurred.
Looking down at Harry, he couldn't help but smiling. "I've got you at my bloody mercy now Potter. See how you like that! Lick my boots!" Harry just arched a brow.
Looking back up at the ceiling, Draco wondered to himself why he opened his mouth sometimes. Harry, the smug bastard, sauntered over to the food and began to nibble on a bologna and mustard sandwich. Draco tenderly felt around the large lump on his head to see if there was any blood, and got up from the floor again.
"You know, there are days when I really wish to kill you." Harry laughed and smirked at Draco. "Doesn't it suck, knowing that you can't do anything to me anymore?" Draco looked at him horrified for a minute and then he slumped into the chair. "Blood fucking hell."
Harry stopped smiling for a few seconds, and suddenly turned on the fake happiness full force. "Well don't worry! I'm sure we can figure something out!!" But Draco knew better. He grasped at the link, just before the emotional connection was cut off, and squirmed the link back open. He got up, and got inches away from Harry's face. "Don't you ever do that to me again, you hear?" The quiet request shocked and shamed Harry to the core. Who am I kidding? He can see through any walls and see through everything.
For the first time since the link was made, Harry was actually starting to almost regret it. But looking up into Draco's serene eyes, he knew it was an insane thing to think.
He needed this connection. Hell they both did. They needed strength, wisdom, a shoulder to cry on to help them through their hellish lives. They didn't need a silly chit giggling about dating the famous Harry Potter or the notorious Draco Malfoy. They needed someone who wasn't impressed or intimidated by their prowess or their status. The link chose very well matching them. Now that he was here Harry couldn't imagine life without the friendly presence fluttering just far enough away to not be a nuisance.
The both sat at the warm mahogany table, sitting across eachother hesitatingly starting to talk. They picked over the mountains of food on the table, drifting from sandwiches and soda to pastries and coffee. The conversation flowed and ebbed, and it seemed it was just as easy to talk to eachother in person as it was with the link. They debated everything from how hard Snape will be this year to seeker strategies to Death Eater Ethics. There was lots of laughter, and as a heated debate of bloodstones died down, the topic of pranks came up.
They were both devious as any teenager could be, and both enjoyed the shock factor in any situations. Draco swung his head over to the nearby Gryffindor, who had abandoned his chair for the bed and was currently sprawled out on it. Draco had dragged his chair over, slouching contentedly with his head resting on one arm of the chair; a leg sprawled out to the front, and the other swinging lazily over the opposing arm. Harry was amused to see how this sloppy pose made the teen look more inviting. This image of Malfoy Harry wouldn't mind approaching at all. Lord he's wicked. That point was only enhanced with the wicked gleam the teen got in his eye.
"Hey Harry. How many people have actually seen you with your glamour off?"
"Err..not many. You, Neville, Ron, Hermoine, and Ginny. Why do you ask?" Harry smiled as Draco seemed more excited.
"Delightful. How would you like to give Hogwarts a kick in the arse?" Harry titled his head. "What do you mean?"
"Well, my link-ed friend, I shall make all very clear to you." Harry's brows shot up at this. "Oh really now. Will you?" Draco nodded and his plan was brilliant. They had spent a significant amount of time debating when and where Harry should make his glamour known to all. It was a powerful device, since his glamour allowed for Harry's taller height to be shown, but none of this muscled lithe that he had grown into. He looked like the same old Harry, just stretched taller. For safety reasons, Draco had put in quite a fight when Harry told him that he simply wanted to show people who he really was and to stop upholding to this Golden Boy Image.
Another thing they had to tackle was for people to allow them to get used to them hanging out. As the thought of this task seemed too daunting to attempt, Draco's brilliant mind thought up a plan to make Dumbledore's scheming pale in comparison.
Seeming to catch on to Harry's thoughts, Draco steepled his fingers and in one of the best Dumbledore impressions the other teen had seen continued, "Harry, my dear boy, pranks are most definitely the answer. We shall need to prank to the highest degree, and we shall need to make this an accomplishment worthy of the Weasley's. Is that acceptable, my dear boy?"
After Harry's laughter stopped bouncing off the walls, the teen settled down enough to zing Draco with a carbon copy Snape impression. "I suppose that's sufficient, Draco. Although your brains would be better used in mash than to actually try and stimulate them to work properly." Draco's eyes popped and laughed so hard he smacked his already abused head on the arm of the chair.
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After parting ways, both were haggled by their friends and brushed off with the simple story of that they fought, and the opposing teen fled in the sight of defeat. Things died down, and all was set for Wednesday night at dinner.
With the useful invisibility cloak that Draco coveted when Harry allowed him to use it, both teens got the deeds done. There was a simple set up really. They endeavored not to do their dirtiest, sneakiest and most foul but something suitably humiliating. It had to be extremely creative, but fairly commonplace to not make their respective housemates to breed ill will against them. They would have to be admired, but feared. This took a few short hours to find and complete what exactly they would like to do. They skulked, they sneaked, they squirmed, and they slimed. Even a shimmy was utilized at one point. Confirming via link that the task was set in motion, they awaited tomorrow's dinner with much glee.
You ready??
Like a jetty.
Harry silently laughed at their hiding spot under the invisibility cloak and excitedly counted down… Ah one…ah two…and a –
A strangled scream escaped Ron. He looked quite ill, and shook his head, as if he saw something truly vile and he was amazed that his psyche came up with it. Hermoine looked worried and asked Ron if he was okay. Ron let out a tight reply that he was fine, just a sharp pain in his head.
A few moments later Ron suddenly started choking on his food, as if he inhaled the sheppard's pie he was eating. Taking a huge gulp of his pumpkin juice, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose.
Looks like Ron is having some trouble...
Ah yes. But just you wait.
Ron was seriously starting to panic. Images of Millicent Bulstrode and Hermoine doing unmentionable things kept on dancing through his mind. In his vision, he was unable to do anything, being tied to a chair. Ron was so confused. What the hell? Why am I thinking about this.
He jumped again when a particularly graphic image of himself getting the wrong end of Millicent Bulstrode and a blunt object made him jump out of his seat. "MERLIN!" He held his head and was wild eyed.
Before anything could happen, Seamus and Neville looked quite ill. "Oh my gods, I think I'm going to vomit." Seamus clutched his stomach, bent over at a weird angle. Neville just became very pale, sitting there with a vacant expression on his face, his eye twitching every so often.
Ron, through his dazed state looked at several of the boys to discover he wasn't the only one suffering. He looked at them silently questioning and they all weakly nodded in response. About to inquire further, Pansy yelled across to them, "What's the matter Weasel? You finally get fed one of Neville's potions?" Ron jumped to his feet, getting up with the other boys and crossed in front of the Slytherin table, waving his hands angrily. "You bloody gits! You did this didn't you?!?"
Pansy laughed and arched a perfectly shaped brow. "Did what Ron? As much as I enjoy Occlumency, I'm wont to waste my precious gift on such a wasteful mind as yours."
Ron looked about forty shades of purple, and in a strangled whisper said, "You will pay for this. I swear on all that's holy, I WILL get revenge, you slimy, sneaky, stupid snakes who have to hide behind an even bigger snake to have any power at all. You're all a waste of space."
OoOooh. Point for Weasel. Them are fighting words.
Seriously? I'm surprised you're not upset.
I only get upset when he just sputters and says Git over and over again. It just takes all the fun out of arguing with him. That was quite some speech.
Harry shook his head and smiled, while watching in the corner behind and to the left of the head table. He didn't want to blow their cover just yet. The best part was coming.
During their exchange, Pansy gracefully got up, surrounded by several of the elite Slytherins and came within a foot of the Gryffindor crew. As Pansy was about to speak, she suddenly got a horrified look on her face and became rather pale.
She blinked, and blinked again. She sharply looked at the other Slytherins noticed the change in how they felt. They all had straight faces, but to the trained eye, you could see the slight happenings of horror and disgust flitting across their masks.
Pansy glared, "Well it's not like you didn't do anything either, you sick fucks. What the hell is wrong with you? Hogwarts too big for your egos?" Ron spit at her feet, "We did anything? Nice acting, Parkinson, but there's no way in hell you've gotten poisoned too. Stop trying to play innocent."
Growling Pansy got right into Ron's face speaking with quiet, rageful venom. "Who the fuck do you think you are Weasel? King? Yes yes that is true, we know you think you are, you fucking ponce. Are you getting off on what you're bespelling me with? You dirty sick son of a bitch. Your family's poor, you're poor, and you'll never amount to anything. You should just quit breathing and save us all a favor."
Ron looked perfectly calm, which was a very very bad sign. He replied in a level calm manner, "I'm not nearly as sick as your kind are. What are you, recording this little event? Giving yourself pleasurable fantasies? Because in my book Millicent Bulstrode and my girlfriend do NOT MAKE A FUCKING GOOD SHAG!!!" Ron's volume grew in volume rising to almost a loud whisper. Pansy was taken aback and her fast mind was already sprinting ahead, trying to figure out who would do that.
Suddenly, bubbles popped above the affecteds' heads. In small damning clouds, the entire student body knew what they were thinking about with a simple scrolling feed.
Both sides stopped arguing for a minute and just stood there shocked, embarrassed and outraged. They desperately tried finite incatums, swishing the clouds away, anything everything to make their embarrassing revelations go away. Above Seamus, "Argus Filtch with Professor McGonagall" Above Pansy, "Professor Sprout with Professor Hagrid." Many different combinations sped through the clouds and made the students gasp with horror and laugh with amusement. The two groups faced off, each believing the other side did it.
Just as Pansy started for her wand or the teachers could interfere, Draco and Harry burst through the doors, Harry in his glamour and Draco being the man of the hour as always. They cockily sauntered in, not noticed by many until they approached the fighting group.
At once Pansy started yelling to Draco about what the "Greasy Gryffindors have done" and Ron implored the help of Harry to get revenge on those "Slimy Slytherin."
Harry and Draco had stopped walking and Draco turned to Harry. "Potter?" Harry swung his head lazily to meet Draco's gaze. "What do you want Malfoy?" "Did you poison my snakes?" "Yes. And did you poison my lions?" "That is exactly what I did." "Did you really?" "Yes." Harry was struggling to keep a straight face. "Hey Malfoy?" "Yes?" "Good job." "Thank you. You did an adequate job yourself." "A-Thank you."
The entirety of Hogwarts was silent in shock. Were Harry and Draco getting along? Had they entered some kind of twilight zone? The bubbles over the charmed group all read, "What the bloody hell?"
There could have been a hair falling and you could have heard it, let alone a pin. As they split up to go sit at their respective tables, Draco waited until Harry was in the middle of the Great Hall to look back over his shoulder and say, "Oh and Potter?" Harry stopped dead and turned to look at him. "Yeah?" "Take that stupid glamour off, it's hideous." Before Harry could reply Draco flicked his wand lazily to disintegrate the glamour and reveal the real Harry Potter.
At least a minute went by before a gasp and a whisper started at Hufflepuff and soon it spread like a wildfire throughout the tables. In seconds the Hall was insane with arguing and astonished laughter. No one could figure out why Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were on such good terms. And no one, not even Dumbledore expected the transformation Harry went through. Just the picture of Dumbledore's surprised face upon seeing Harry was priceless, and the snapshot was eventually mounted in Draco's Room.
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a/n All done! Hope you like! I think this chappy is o.k. I may have to redo it a little. But we'll see? Ne?
