Chapter Eleven
Harry awoke before the sun the next morning. He lay there in his dormitory, a deep frown marring his features. He had been happy up until Seamus Finnigan showed his true colours, and being downright nasty to Harry. He had never once had any problem with Seamus, even during the whole Chamber of Secret's fiasco the Irish boy had always been on his side and even making a casual joke about how ridiculous it was.
But now the Gryffindor House seemed divided. Some believed Harry while other's ignored him or pretended to not pay any attention; but there were some that were just downright nasty.
He struggled with the pain in his chest as he kicked the scarlet covers down to his feet and flipped off the bed. There was no more sleeping for him with dreams of more bloody corridors, Harry had a feeling he needed to get out in the open for a while. He quickly showered and dressed in his robes. He kept his hair down and pushed a few strands behind his ear, simply so you could see his earring. It really had become apart of him.
He left the dormitory and scaled the steps and sighed when he saw the dimly lit common room and the roaring fires in the hearth. He collapsed upon one of the scarlet settees, and he stared up at the cathedral like ceiling; nothing could ever be simple for him could it? It wasn't only Seamus that was bothering him. He was one of many in the Gryffindor House who turned their backs against him and even made smart comments about how old and senile Dumbledore was getting.
That made Harry more upset than anything. The Headmaster was one of the most prominent wizards in the world and Cornelius Fudge, feeling threatened slapped him in the face and when Harry tried to tell the world that Voldemort had returned, he ended up backhanded and now look. The whole world seemed against him. It was a depressing feeling.
There was a crack in the air, causing Harry to look over to see Cherity standing there in all her glory. Her large brown eyes were gazed upon him. "Harry Potter sir!"
"Cherity?" asked Harry, curiously.
"Master Draco wants Cherity to check up on Harry Potter sir, when he wakes. Master Draco can't be here, so Cherity comes sir!" She even bowed to him. "Is Harry Potter sir, wanting some breakfast?"
Harry smiled at the bouncy elf and shook his head, "Not at the moment Cherity, but thanks. How did you know I was awake?"
She squeaked, "Cherity did not know sir, Cherity checks when light shines!" She pointed to the window, at the dark sky that was beginning to open up to the new day.
"Oh, thank you Cherity. I am fine."
She beamed, "Master Draco tells Cherity if you is needing me just call for Cherity, I will come to you, sir!" She bowed to him, and then disappeared.
It was after six when the sun began to shine through the windows, bathing the Gryffindor Common Room with a warm elegance. Harry could feel the sunbeams washing over his slender figure. He was hardly aware of the steps creaking with the weight of the descendants and he refused to open his eyes unless he knew it was Ron or Hermione.
He wasn't in the mood for people's wisecracks. Someone brushed by and then fingers began to card through his long black hair. He laughed out loud, and opened his green eyes to see Hermione leaning over him. "Morning, Harry! How long have you been down here?" She gave him a soft smile.
"Er- I don't know, about an hour?"
"Oye, There you are!!" exclaimed Ron, coming over with two bags in his hands. He dropped Harry's onto his stomach. "Stupid Seamus!" He looked over his shoulder and glared at the Irish boy who refused to meet their eyes.
"Stupid Seamus? What about ridiculous wenches like Lavender!" scowled Hermione.
"What happened?" asked Harry, frowning. "She doesn't believe me either?"
"What do you expect Harry!" she turned and stared at the dark headed girl who wasn't very far from them, "From a brainless bitch like her!" Hissed the muggleborn witch.
Harry and Ron did a double take, and stared at their curly haired best friend, who turned back to them her nose turned up with a dignified nod. She was flushed slightly in the cheeks, when she saw the two staring at her, and then before she knew it, Harry and Ron were rolling with insane laughter. Ron collapsed against the settee, as Harry's legs moved for his heavy form, sniggering and laughing uncontrollably.
"Oooh, Hermionnnne!" Called Harry, holding his stomach.
Ron was laughing so much he snorted twice, and shook his head, "That - that was classic!" He stared at her, with an awed look.
She brought her shoulder's up, and then leaned against the armrest, "I'm glad I could make you laugh, but I was serious! Wenches like that isn't worth your time." she patted Harry on the forehead, who was still sniggering.
He wiped the laughing tears away from the corners of his eyes and then slid up, "You just made my morning, Miss Granger!"
"And mine!" Added Ron dazed.
Hermione shook her head, but smiled, "Come on! I'm hungry and we need our timetables."
With a newfound reason to be in a good mood; Harry headed out of the portrait between his two friends. Ron was re-enacting Hermione's words and talking about how it was a landmark moment. Hermione could only blush, at the remarks.
Harry smiled and just listened to his two friend's bantering, it really did help overcome the depressing feelings that he had around the school and his own house at the very moment. Harry remained cheered as he collected his timetable from Professor McGonagall. He had just sat down to eat with Ron and Hermione, he was facing away from Slytherin Table, and he hadn't seen Draco in the group and figured he was sleeping in late. He put the pancakes on his plate and he was pouring the syrup when he heard hisses and dark glowers from random Gryffindors.
He laughed Draco's hands touched him firmly on the shoulders; he looked over his shoulder and up at the blond, before licking his fingers of the syrup, "Morning." said Harry, with a smirk.
Ron was staring pointedly at his plate, while Hermione was watching from behind her goblet of orange juice. The rest of Gryffindor did not believe that the two could be seeing one another and the rest of the hall well - they either watched or didn't care.
Draco in response to Harry's greeting kissed him along the side of the mouth; Hermione who was on Harry's right side scooted down instinctively so that Draco could sit. He did, sitting the opposite way Harry was, facing away from the Gryffindors. A few of those Gryffindor's wanted to snap a nasty comment, but they were either kicked by Fred and George or glared at by Ginny and Hermione. Ron pretended to not be paying attention while asking Neville what he was having for breakfast. "Good morning, Harry. Cherity told me you were up early."
Harry laughed, "You don't miss a beat do you." whispered Harry, taking a sip of his orange juice.
"No, I do not. Why were you up so early?" He asked, casually, picking up a strawberry from Harry's plate and eating it.
Harry took a bite of his pancakes, and stared straight ahead, "I thought Gryffindor House would at least be on my side-" He murmured lowly. Ron glanced over at Harry and then shot Seamus a nasty look.
Draco blinked he looked over at Harry, who looked depressed, "They don't believe you?" This surprised him.
"Some do, some don't. It just kind of bites that those you have to sleep with believe you to be an attention seeking kid." He rolled his eyes, and stabbed a piece of his food.
"They'll get over it." stated Draco quietly. He was leaning against the table, he picked up another strawberry. "It won't take long to realize that you were right all along. Once they get their heads out of their arses."
People that had been watching were surprised at how easy the two were talking with one another. It was as if they had known each other for years, and never once been at each other's wand end. To a few people the scene to them was scandalous.
"I don't know." Harry murmured unconvinced, "As long as you and my friends believe me, I shouldn't really be bothered by it." He smiled when Draco's arm coiled itself around the front of his thin waist and stopped against his left thigh.
"I will always believe you." whispered Draco, picking up Harry's goblet for a drink.
"I still feel guilty."
Draco blinked, "Are you an empathic or something?" He asked, shaking his head. "That's over with."
Harry laughed, "I doubt I'm an empathic - whatever that is. Just with you saying you always believe me - and I turned around and disbelieved you."
Draco sniggered behind Harry's goblet of juice. "You're something else, you know that?"
Harry stuck out his tongue in answer and went back to his pancakes. "Aren't you going to eat properly?"
"I did." said Draco. "Cherity. I have ordered her to tend to you as well."
"You didn't have to do that." insisted Harry.
"I know that, I wanted too. We got Care of Magical Creatures first, together."
"Yeah." For the first time, Harry brightened considerably at the prospect of having Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins.
To the observers of Hogwart's it was the strangest sight that anyone had ever seen. Harry and Draco in the middle with their friends on each side; Hermione and Ron were arguing with one another and Blaise was casting glances of either amusement or wonderment at their bantering. Crabbe and Goyle were as quiet. Pansy was sulking and looking horrified but she dare not say a word, with so many people on their side it may turn catastrophic and even she wasn't that stupid.
They were on the Hogwart's grounds heading toward Hagrid's Hut. Harry felt a bit dismayed at the fact that Hagrid wasn't around to entertain them. He would gladly accept any dangerous creatures that the man had to offer. Draco didn't say much, he simply kept his hand against the back of Harry's neck, underneath his long black hair, and he would brush his thumb and middle finger across his skin delicately. Harry enjoyed the contact, of him just - being there.
Professor Grubby-Plank was standing next to a bright yellow bird with jewel like eyes. He would come to find out later, that it was a Fwooper. Interesting creatures, however insanity-inducing they were. Before he left for Transfiguration, Draco pulled him close and kissed him, claiming Harry as he did last night; he finished with a licked against his lips, before breaking off for Astronomy.
Harry confidently trekked through the classroom, his eyes shining brightly.
Seamus gave him a disgusted look, "What the fuck do you think you're doing with Malfoy?"
Harry looked over at him and was about to respond when Ron stepped in front of Harry and glowered, "What gives you the privilege to even speak to Harry?" His blue eyes narrowed on Seamus' surprise and defiant look. Hermione was staring at Ron as if she had never seen him before. The Gryffindors were looking nervous while the Ravenclaws looked curious.
"I just want to know why you're going to such great lengths for attention! First ridiculous accusations about You Know Who and now you're fucking Malf-" Seamus never got to finish and no one saw it coming, but Ron had swung his fist defiantly and it crashed against the middle of Seamus' face causing a distinct crack, blood, and the teen to go flying to the ground with an ungraceful thump. The room backed up, as Dean stared in horror, before dropping to his best friend's aid.
"Finish that sentence you traitor… I fucking dare you." growled Ron, his ears and face as red as the blood on his knuckles. "Ron!" Harry and Hermione cried at the same time. Hermione was shocked, while Harry leaned around Ron to see Seamus holding his nose.
"Ronald Weasley! What in the world, is going on!" Professor McGonagall had swept through and her mouth was open in surprise at the fact that Ron was towering over Seamus who was on the ground. Hermione and Harry on either side of him to stunned to speak.
Ron however looked over at her and with a little more confidence than he would usually have he said plainly, "It was his fault. He wouldn't shut up."
"Seamus was goading Harry, Professor." said Hermione's small voice. She cast Ron a mild glare that was weak.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips together, "Well, I have never! In my own house!" She sent both a glare, "Mr. Thomas, please take Mr. Finnigan up and to the hospital wing, Mr. Weasley you will serve detention with me tonight for your foul behaviour." She said, sharply.
"One detention?" growled Seamus, as he was pulled up by Dean. "He deserves more than that!"
"Ten points from Gryffindor Mr. Finnigan." McGonagall's eyes narrowed, "For verbally assaulting a student."
Seamus glowered, "That's not fair!"
"Continue, Mr. Finnigan and I may take more-" warned the Transfiguration Professor.
"Come on Seamus." coaxed Dean, "Let's get you to the hospital wing."
"Mr. Weasley, go wash your hands and be back here. The rest of you - get to your seats…"
Harry frowned, "I'm sorry Ron-"
Ron rolled his eyes, "For what? He was the one who wouldn't shut his mouth-" He smirked, and looked over at Hermione, "I'll listen to your lecture later..." With that he headed out of the room, leaving Harry to look at Hermione who was blushing slightly.
"I wasn't going to lecture him this time-" she whispered, weakly.
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm around his best female friend and they got their seats at the front of the class. He couldn't believe Ron had done that, especially after a wisecrack about him and Draco. He knew that his best friend was trying to accept the strange relationship but he had no idea that Ron would defend it.
Harry looked to Hermione to see that she was still blushing. She caught his eye and then said quietly, "I think he's taken quite well to your relationship Harry."
"I think so too. W- why?" He asked her.
Hermione smiled gently and leaned into the confused boy-who-lived, "He loves you Harry." whispered Hermione, her arm circling around his. "I mean - not in the way Draco does-" Harry blushed. "But, you're his best friend. You mean everything to him."
"He never showed this side of him before." murmured Harry. "I like it - I love it even." He insisted. "But - last year -"
"Was a fiasco." said Hermione. "I do not think I had ever seen Ron so miserable in his life-" Harry was shocked that Hermione wasn't paying attention to Professor McGonagall's explanation on the rundown on what they would be doing for that semester. "When all that went down last year. I think that's his biggest regret Harry. Since then, he's been trying to make it up to you. He almost lost you last year in the exact same tournament that he accused you of rigging."
"Just being my best friend makes up for it." Harry told her.
"I know that Harry and even he knows that. But, he's still trying to compensate for what he did." She pressed her chin against his shoulder a moment; her eyes flickering to Professor McGonagall, listening to her tell the class they would be going deeper into Animagi.
When Ron came back he plopped down beside Harry; Hermione leaned over and slapped Ron on the shoulder, "I wasn't going to lecture you!" she fussed, "I was - going - to congratulate you."
Ron blinked and looked at Harry who sniggered into his Hermione's curly hair; Ron then did the old fashion touch against Hermione Granger's forehead and asked, "Are you feeling okay? Who are you? And what have you done with our Hermione?"
Hermione laughed and looked up at Harry who was trying not to be loud in his laughter.
"Granger, Potter, and Weasley, would you turn around and pay attention!" snapped their Head of House, with irritation.
All three kids jerked, and Hermione leaned up and blushed, "Sorry Professor." She answered sheepishly for herself, Ron, and Harry.
After Transfiguration Charms with the Hufflepuff's and then it was lunch. Harry saw Luna as he was coming out of the Charms classroom. One of the girl's had knocked her stuff out of her hands and she was on the ground picking it up. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to help her. Harry knelt down by her, "Hey, here let us help."
"Thank you, they have this assorted game they like to play. Whenever I have my hands full they try to make me drop it."
Hermione scowled at that, "Who?"
"Just the girls in my dorm and a couple older kids."
"People are stupid." said Ron shaking his head.
Harry felt bad, how could someone be so cruel? He helped her pile her stuff in her bag. It was full of amusing items that Harry wondered what they were. "Do you want to sit with us for lunch?" He asked, after tying her bag.
Luna smiled, "I would like that. Having bread in my hair doesn't sound very much fun-"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged wary looks. "Come on!" Harry's arm curled around the girl and he led the way through the corridors toward the Great Hall.
"Oye, how long have they been doing this?" asked Ron, incredulously.
"Just because you're interesting doesn't give them the right to pick on you." said Hermione, all galled up.
"They have done that since first year, when Anna poured honey in my hair. It took a very long time to get out." She said, casually.
Harry was horrified at the prospect of fellow house mates doing something so vile for no reason at all. They got their seats at Gryffindor, dropping everything under the table at their feet.
"What are you doing? Picking up strays?" declared a sixth year Gryffindor, with a look of disgust on their faces.
Fred and George eyed each other and then they kicked the sixth year, causing him to yelp and jump up. "Shut up McLaggen." retorted George.
"It's none of your damn business, who they're friend's with." added Fred, with a roll of his eyes. The bulky Gryffindor just glared, but said nothing; two against one usually did that to a person.
Luna smiled offhandedly, and picked at her sandwich when Ginny came over to sit by her. Draco came by, kissed Harry, and then he questioned them about what happened to Finnigan.
Ron however answered the Slytherin, "He opened his fat arse mouth, that's what he did. Damn traitor."
Draco smirked, "That tells me enough." he insisted, sitting for a while before heading to Slytherin table with his friends.
Luna was talking about Defence Against the Dark Arts to Ginny and how dreadful Professor Umbridge was. "She has absolutely no capabilities." said the fourth year, "I believe a flobberworm would have better teaching skills than her-"
Hermione snorted into her pumpkin juice, and Ron arched an eyebrow, "She that terrible?"
Luna was absolutely right. Defence Against the Dark Arts was a literal joke! Harry had become so angry at the way she spoke to him and the rest of the students that he couldn't control his defiance and stood up and challenged her. The problem with this challenge landed him in detention quicker than if he had picked a fight with Snape. At least Snape would goad him and give him the benefit of the doubt. But Umbridge, she waved him off and called him a liar. It made things worse, and only after Hermione and Ron held him down, that Harry got away with only a weeks worth of detention. He shifted in his seat, and soon rested his head against Ron, trying to ignore the simpering voice, that was causing a serious headache. His face flamed, and his heart pounding quickly.
When Harry left the class, he looked at Hermione who was staring around in horror, "What the hell was that?" she asked, everyone including Gryffindors nodded their agreement on that.
"Fucking joke, that's what it was." hissed Ron, as they rounded corners. "I can't believe she gave you a weeks worth of detention! What a bitch!"
"I think I'm going to break open my Defence Books later." murmured Harry to Ron, who gave a nod. He was still throttled at Umbridge's accusations of being a liar. He was trying to calm his temper down. His pale face had flushed, and even Seamus and Lavender were in agreeance with him.
Seamus' face was now bandaged over his swollen nose, from where Ron had punched him. The Irish teen had kept his mouth shut since the incident in Transfiguration.
"I'm actually with you on this - the most important subject we need - and it's a complete joke!" exclaimed Ron, looking over his shoulder casually.
Neville came up beside them, he was a bit nervous as he always was, "My gran' doesn't like her. She's overly zealous about Fudge and the Ministry, control. She hates half-breeds, as in Centaurs, and stuff…" He said, in a soft voice. He looked scared and he glanced around him hoping that the small squat like woman wasn't listening behind a stone figure.
"I never would have guessed?" Hermione said nastily. "Talking about the control of half-beings and the restrictions they have -" she growled, "enough to drive me insane."
"Calm down beautiful!" Harry insisted, patting her on the back.
Herbology with the Slytherin's was next on Harry's list. Draco had been waiting for Harry in the Entrance Hall and greeted him with a kiss. This caused the angry red blotches to leave Harry's pale features. "What happened?" asked Draco, as Blaise held the door open, for them and even for Ron and Hermione, who murmured thanks.
"It was horrible!" Harry said, pressing himself into Draco as they crossed the grassy hills and to the Herbology Greenhouses.
"Harry got a weeks worth of detention." Ron declared, "They had a stand off! She called him a liar and he called her a liar - it got pretty dirty…"
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Did she now?" He said slowly. He didn't look very happy, as he tightened his grip on Harry. He had enough detentions for one day to be going on with.
"I think I set a new record. I doubt my dad even got that many detentions on the first bloody day."
"Yes, most likely under Fudge's orders." This came from Hermione. "The dumb -" Harry and Ron looked at her hopefully. "Toad…"
Ron sighed, "Darn, I had hoped, you'd get into your little tirade again." He said, his ears going red slightly.
Hermione laughed and simply shook her head in response.
Herbology was a most interesting of classes; Harry was paired up with Draco, while Hermione and Ron paired up together. Apparently, they were dealing with creature like plants that reminded Harry of mandrakes babies, except these were just a touch cuter with a peach and soft tan colour. They didn't even look all that dirty. They sprouted bright blue and purple blossoms at the top of their heads and they were used quite often in Truth Serum agents. They were called, Hunbraes.
"I figured these little guys would be an interesting first day of class project. Nothing too dangerous about them; I want you to pull them out and pot them. Be gentle, they're just babies!" declared Madam Sprout with a wide smile. "You might want to work together with your partner, these baby plants do have hand and feet and some may cling to you!"
Harry laughed and took off his gloves, "Well, here goes nothing." he said, pulling the plant up by its green vines. Draco held the pot down so it didn't come up with the plant. It had yet to sprout its beautiful colours because they were so young. He pulled them up and he gasped, when it began to giggle and flail its little arms.
Draco laughed and leaned over, "Hey! It's kind of cute." He said, as it reached out and grabbed his finger. "Oh, no! You're not biting me." he murmured, moving his hand back quickly, as Harry continued to laugh, when the little baby plant reached out and grabbed him by the nose.
Harry's smile widened and he couldn't resist bringing the plant closer to him. The giggling baby began to move its hands wildly. "He's not even that dirty." said Harry, in shock. The baby grabbed against his robes. Harry changed his grip, and held it closer.
"I don't think it's a boy." stated Draco, looking down at the determining factor.
Harry laughed and nudged him, "Sorry, I didn't look. I didn't know plants were male or female-" His laughter was one of several students. A lot of the witches and wizards were holding the babies to them, having a whole lot of fun. Hermione was laughing as her plant/baby tried to chew at her hair. Ron was leaning around her and trying to distract it so that Hermione could move her hair back.
Harry pressed the baby against his chest and then touched held it, touching his tail slightly and his back. "She feels human!" said Harry in shock.
Draco blinked and lowered himself so that he could see the baby's dark earth coloured eyes blinking and grabbing against Harry's robes with her little fist. The blond Slytherin touched it, and it giggled. "Yeah - it does." he was rubbing against the hand and up the arm until the baby/plant feet began to kick. "She likes you."
"What do these plants turn into later on?" asked Daphne GreeneGrass.
Madam Sprout smiled, "Very good question Miss GreeneGrass, they're angelic now, but you just wait. Give them a month and they become poisonous and - very ugly."
"Awe, how could something so cute become ugly?" asked Harry, looking down at the little girl baby/plant.
Draco took it after Harry, and he had to pry the Hunbrae from Harry's robes, and laughed when it moved to cling to him, giggling and grabbing at the Slytherin. "This is weird," said Draco, shaking his head. "Let's get her in the pot."
"That sounds evil." declared Harry. "Put a baby thing in a pot!"
"It's not a real baby." insisted Draco, although he had a grin on his face, while he said this. "You're getting too attached!" He teased the green-eyed boy.
"I am not! I know very well it's just a Hunbrae plant!" He sulked. "It's just - cute."
"Well, let's put her up and deal with the others." He said, "You can hold them and coddle them too."
Harry grinned, "Good!" He said helping Draco put the creature in its new pot.
By the time Harry and everyone left the Greenhouses, Harry was declaring to Draco how much he wanted one of those.
"A Hunbrae? You do know they turn poisonous right?" He reminded.
Harry pouted, "It was adorable."
"Yes, while they're young - but they're very messy I bet." They had started walking on almost forgetting about their friends who were lagging behind.
Harry circled his arm around Draco's back, hooking against the taller teen's belt with his index and middle finger. "Messy or not! They'd be worth it. They'd love you back forever."
Draco blinked, and glanced over at Harry, who was smiling, "Are we even talking about Hunbraes anymore?"
Harry almost blushed, he cleared his throat, "O- Of course we are." He stammered, swiftly. "I just think - they're - sweet."
Draco eyed him, and then he leaned in and kissed him, while walking up the stone steps at the same time. "Okay then, yes, they were sweet. But they don't stay that way forever."
Harry smiled, "That was fun-" He then said, as the doors opened for them. Draco's arm was around his shoulder, and Harry was as close as you could be without being glued permanently. "They were so - cute just - giggling and trying to get your attention. That's all they wanted."
"Yes, and you gave them that." insisted Draco, as they stopped and waited for their slowpoke friends.
Being with Draco in class had cheered him up immensely, and he was about to forget about them detentions when Umbridge waddled up to him with seven pink slips in her podgy hand. She pursed her thin lips together when she saw Harry in company of someone.
"Mr. Potter, you will come to my classroom Friday night at 8 o' clock sharp, do not be late or I will add another."
Draco simply eyed her coolly, as Harry took the pink slips and nodded, "Sure." Was his remark.
"I would advise you next time to hold your tongue, unless you are spoken to directly." She then eyed Draco looking him up and down, "Sir. Lucius Malfoy's son, am I correct?"
Draco tilted his head, "You are." He said curtly.
Her eyes glowed and she placed her hands together almost like an innocent little angel, that had been deformed at birth, "It is a pleasure to meet his son. I have only heard great things about you from your prestigious father."
"Right-" He said slowly. "I had no idea; I came up in my father's conversations." In fact, he could guarantee you that his father rarely talked about him.
"Oh, you do quite often!" As she said this, Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Daphne, Crabbe, and Goyle finally made it to the Entrance Hall, all of them having talked casually. "And since you are Sir. Lucius's son, I will give you a word of advice. You might want to steer yourself from unpopular company and those who are a potential candidate in criminality." She said, as innocently as she dared, her eyes flickered once to Harry, and then back at Draco sweetly.
Draco arched a crafted eyebrow into his hairline and stared at her with an unexplained look. Harry squirmed in his arms, "I would thank you for the advice had it not been insulting..."
Her bug like eyes widen discreetly, "Oh no, Mr. Malfoy never take what I say to you as an insult - oh no, no, no. I would never do Sir. Lucius Malfoy the dishonour…"
"Well, then, kindly reframe from giving me future advice. Come on Harry, I'll walk you to History of Magic." Their friend's followed quickly; Ron a bit slower as he glared at the Ministry Official who looked as though she had a case of hiccups.
Harry grimaced, "I don't want to get you in bad with her!" He insisted.
Draco smirked, and looked over his shoulder, "Don't you worry about me." He said swiftly. He gritted his teeth; they moved along the corridor toward History of Magic, "I have enough dirt on Fudge to send them both flying on their arses. I do not think he counted on that. He probably thinks I'm joking." The taller teen was now talking more to himself than Harry.
"What are you talking about Draco?"
"He probably suspects, since I haven't made them public that I was just pulling at his leg-" Draco's eyes narrowed, "Well - he will get a big surprise before long."
Blaise came up to Draco looking at him cautiously, "Does this have anything to do with what you found over the summer?"
Draco didn't answer right away he was still contemplating on what he was going to do next. He had to be careful; if he attacked to hard then it may fall back on Harry. He would have to play this safe. When politics were involved things could get nasty. His father had taught him that.
"Draco, what did you find?" asked Harry, touching him on the chest, "You never did tell me?"
Draco smiled, "No need to tell you right now, Harry. You're conscience is too pure for the information."
"Is it that bad?" asked Hermione, having not said a word since Draco began talking about Fudge in a dark way. "What could he have done that was so terrible?" She looked from Draco to Blaise. Ron was just along for the ride, and shrugged at Crabbe and Goyle, who were looking confused as well.
They got to History of Magic; Draco didn't release Harry yet, "Let's just say, what I found out could send two different species into a war… or at least destroy a relationship that was never whole to begin with-" He said no more. He kissed Harry firmly on the lips, "If she continues this - I will do what I have too. See you Harry…"
"Bye Po- Harry." said Blaise, raising a hand. "Granger, Weasley." He nodded to Harry's friends and walked off to catch up with Draco. The two large Slytherin's following.
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A.N. Stop of for a quick read at this? Please: I am sorry, it's been a whole week since I've posted. I have not forgotten. In fact, I have had a humongous brainstorm for this story, wrote it down and then got sidetracked. I am also currently writing another story, but it shouldn't interfere with this one seeing as I am co-writing it with a friend of mine. I hope you enjoy this. I have several pieces of this story, but I don't know which to actually use. Several different scenarios that might change the course of things… also if there are events 'out of order' forgive me. I don't have my fifth book, and I'm doing this by memory and I may detour quite a bit from the fifth. I hope you don't mind. Thank you for all the reviews. They have been amazing and helpful.