Dumbledore's secret weapon
It seemed to be popular this year to return to Hogwarts earlier, at least for the Slytherins. Pansy Parkinson entered the Great Hall together with Crabbe and Goyle. She took her usual seat, as close as she could near Draco.
Draco pricked his food, staring with an empty expression, not noticing that she sat right opposite to him. He was thinking how strange it was that so many things could happen in so little time, when he realized that someone was stroking his leg. He looked up and saw Pugface Pansy observing him.
"Anything wrong?" Draco asked.
"So, how do you feel, my little Drakie?" she asked with a sickening smile. Inside she was hoping that he had still lost some of his memory. She wanted to make him believe that they had some sort of relationship. And Draco knew. He had read enough about her in his diary, and he decided to play along. He would take care of this once and for all.
"Oh dear," he said sadly, "I think there's still something I don't remember. I think it has got something to do with you."
"It does?" Pansy asked surprised.
"Yeah, weren't we some sort of friends, you know, close friends?" Draco asked innocently.
"Oh you remember!" Pansy said with a fake surprised expression, "Yes Draco, we..."
"Is it true what they say?" William the little Slytherin suddenly interrupted her, "Is a Gryffindor girl pregnant of you?"
Pansy looked at Draco in abhorrence.
"Ooooh, now I remember again!" Draco said with a smile, "It was Hermione Granger who I fell in love with!"
He rose from his seat and saw that Harry did the same.
"Merry Christmas, Pansy!" he shouted over his shoulder, and he left the Great Hall.
Draco strolled through the dark corridors, not wanting to walk together with Potter, who walked a few metres further.
"There goes Hogwart's Hero." Draco muttered to himself. What was so special about him anyway? Ok, he survived Voldemort's attack. Probably because Voldemort slipped over one of his diapers at the moment, Draco thought with grim satisfaction.
After a few minutes spending his time with dark thoughts, Draco reached Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs, still anoyed to have Potter's figure in front if him. Harry nocked on the door and went inside, followed by Draco.
"Welcome, welcome." Dumbledore said, "Please, take a seat."
Dumbledore wasn't the only one in the room, he sat behind his desk with Snape and McGonagall standing next to him. And to the boy's surprise, Sprout, Binn, Flitwick, Hagrid, Hooch and Trewlaney were also seated somewhere in the round office. And not to forget Fawkes and Filch.
"Did we interrupt some kind of meeting, professor?" Draco asked slowly.
"Not at all, Draco!" Dumbledore smiled, "No, they're here to follow your punishment."
Draco raised an eyebrow, and so did Harry.
"Let me explain something to you," Dumbledore continued, "You two have been fighting for five years now, and eventhough we all enjoyed it tremendously, we have to stop this rivalry. You must be thinking that your Headmaster has gone insane? Indeed I have, but I think it's still worth trying. That's why it's time to reveal to you my secret weapon."
By the time Dumbledore had finished his explanation, Draco thought his Headmaster was ready for St. Mungo's. When he looked at Harry, who had his mouth open, he thought they could take Potter as well.
"And what is that secret weapon?" Draco asked politely.
"Oh another brilliant question of Mr Malfoy!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Well Draco, I have a secret chamber."
The silence that followed was interrupted by a snort of Snape.
"Is there something wrong, Severus." Dumbledore asked.
"Albus, you don't mean the chamber where Potter and I....?"
"Indeed, Severus. History is about to repeat itself!" Dumbledore said amused, then he turned back to the boys: "Let's go to my Chamber of Secrets, shall we?"
He left his office, followed by two shocked students. They climbed up stairs, walked through corridors, past armours, paintings and Peaves. When Draco wanted to ask how long they still had to walk, Dumbledore stopped in a corridor with crazy paintings of rabbits and squirrels.
Harry thought he was going to lose it. This was a corridor he knew. It was right next to the corridor of Dumbledore's office. The crowd of teachers were already standing next to a door, not tired at all.
"Here we are." Dumbledore merely said. He opened the door and let Draco and Harry inside. "There's one more thing I have to say: fight a fluffy fight until you drop, if you're friends you can stop!"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled one more time, before he shut the door. The boys looked at eachother, both confused.
"So Scarhead...we fight?" Draco asked.
"I don't have any problems with that, Ferret!" Harry said angrily.
Draco raised his wand. "Come on Potter, I'm ready!"
Harry raised his wand too, and swung with it.
"Petrify!" he yelled, but nothing happened. Harry looked angrily at his wand and threw it away.
"How weak are you?" Draco laughed, but his wand didn't do anything too.
"What's going on? What's the use of wands if you can't use them?" Harry shouted in frustration.
"Shut up Potter! I'm trying to think." Draco yelled back.
"No!You can think?" Harry asked.
"Yes, better than you Scarhead!" Draco shouted, "Now, what was that riddle again?"
"I don't know, you're the great thinker here." Harry said sarcastically.
Trying to lock Potter outside, Draco muttered the riddle again. 'Wait a minute, a fluffly fight?' Draco thought, recalling the paintings in the corridor. He got an idea and took his wand. He ripped a button from his robes and pointed his wand at it.
" Transvigo Sciurida." Draco said, and the button transformed into a small animal.
"Really Malfoy, a squirrel? You're going to attack me with a squirrel?" Harry laughed.
"Yes Potter," Draco replied, picking up the little thing and throwing it at Harry, "It's fluffy and..."
"OUTCH!" Harry screamed.
"...it bites." Draco finished satisfied.
War had begun. The boys started to rip every button of their robes, transforming them into squirrels, rabbits and hamsters. Harry even managed to transform a ferret.
"Oh look, Malfoy! Family!" he shouted, when he threw the ferret in Draco's face.
Hours went by and the boys began to feel really exhausted. Dumbledore didn't come back. Draco and Harry fell on the ground and moaned.
"This is going nowhere!" Draco sighed.
Harry didn't answer for a moment, then he suddenly jumped.
"I've solved the riddle!" Harry shouted happily.
"So what? It's not going to make you wizard of the month, you know." Draco said annoyed.
"Shut up and listen," Harry said, "Fight a fluffy fight until you drop. We did. If you're friends you can stop. That means...oh no!"
"For Merlin's sake, if that's going to get me out of this room, so be it." Draco said and he took Harry's hand.
"Friends Potter?"
Harry watched their hands in horror. This was a bigger dilemma than when he had to choose between giving his Firebolt to Snape for a week or being cursed by Snape. (he had stepped on Snape's cloak by accident a month ago, causing it to rip.)
"Friends." Harry said after staring glazily a while.
They waited for a few minutes, then Harry said : "I think we have to mean it."
"Know-it-all." Draco sneered.
"No, that's Hermione."
"Oh right." Draco smiled.
"Wait a second," Harry said, "Why don't we do it for Hermione. I mean, she's always trying to stop our fights. And now with the baby and all..."
"You're right Potter," Draco said, "Really, friends?"
"Friends."
The door of the room opened with a 'BENG!' and Dumbledore came in, looking at his watch.
"Five hours, I have to remember that." he said.
"So, we only had to solve the riddle to get out of the room?" Harry asked.
"And you had to agree with eachother. You did. Congratulations." Dumbledore said. He took out a piece of parchment and said:
"Madam Hooch, you are the winner. I believe you guessed 4h25?"
"Yes I did!" Hooch said, and she took the parchment of Dumbledore, "Excuse me, I have to go the Gringrott's with this."
"You made a bet?" Harry asked surprised.
"Of course, Potter." McGonagall said, "Can't we, staff of Hogwarts, have some fun too?"
Draco shook his head in disbelieve and walked out of the corridor together with Harry who kept stuttering: "How...how...?"
Author's note: Did you really think this fic was finished? No way, I've got something else in my mind for our lovebirds! Ok, that was something in between. Let the story go on! Keep R&R!
Vilmathien : Thank you for the review! Sorry that I forgot to mention your name!
Amber Lee1 : I wouldn't mind living in one house with Tom Felton either :-)
J.A.M.: I'd love to write a fanfic of HP/HM, I even got a story in my head about them, together with so many others, maybe, if I have time. 'cause I'm also busy writing my own novel.
Eowyn-of-Rohan-101 : Are you from the Netherlands or Belgium or are you just learning dutch?
Dracoz-wun-gurl : ofcourse this story continues! I'll read yours as soon as I can.
Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's : you were right, as usual about draco! :-)
It seemed to be popular this year to return to Hogwarts earlier, at least for the Slytherins. Pansy Parkinson entered the Great Hall together with Crabbe and Goyle. She took her usual seat, as close as she could near Draco.
Draco pricked his food, staring with an empty expression, not noticing that she sat right opposite to him. He was thinking how strange it was that so many things could happen in so little time, when he realized that someone was stroking his leg. He looked up and saw Pugface Pansy observing him.
"Anything wrong?" Draco asked.
"So, how do you feel, my little Drakie?" she asked with a sickening smile. Inside she was hoping that he had still lost some of his memory. She wanted to make him believe that they had some sort of relationship. And Draco knew. He had read enough about her in his diary, and he decided to play along. He would take care of this once and for all.
"Oh dear," he said sadly, "I think there's still something I don't remember. I think it has got something to do with you."
"It does?" Pansy asked surprised.
"Yeah, weren't we some sort of friends, you know, close friends?" Draco asked innocently.
"Oh you remember!" Pansy said with a fake surprised expression, "Yes Draco, we..."
"Is it true what they say?" William the little Slytherin suddenly interrupted her, "Is a Gryffindor girl pregnant of you?"
Pansy looked at Draco in abhorrence.
"Ooooh, now I remember again!" Draco said with a smile, "It was Hermione Granger who I fell in love with!"
He rose from his seat and saw that Harry did the same.
"Merry Christmas, Pansy!" he shouted over his shoulder, and he left the Great Hall.
Draco strolled through the dark corridors, not wanting to walk together with Potter, who walked a few metres further.
"There goes Hogwart's Hero." Draco muttered to himself. What was so special about him anyway? Ok, he survived Voldemort's attack. Probably because Voldemort slipped over one of his diapers at the moment, Draco thought with grim satisfaction.
After a few minutes spending his time with dark thoughts, Draco reached Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs, still anoyed to have Potter's figure in front if him. Harry nocked on the door and went inside, followed by Draco.
"Welcome, welcome." Dumbledore said, "Please, take a seat."
Dumbledore wasn't the only one in the room, he sat behind his desk with Snape and McGonagall standing next to him. And to the boy's surprise, Sprout, Binn, Flitwick, Hagrid, Hooch and Trewlaney were also seated somewhere in the round office. And not to forget Fawkes and Filch.
"Did we interrupt some kind of meeting, professor?" Draco asked slowly.
"Not at all, Draco!" Dumbledore smiled, "No, they're here to follow your punishment."
Draco raised an eyebrow, and so did Harry.
"Let me explain something to you," Dumbledore continued, "You two have been fighting for five years now, and eventhough we all enjoyed it tremendously, we have to stop this rivalry. You must be thinking that your Headmaster has gone insane? Indeed I have, but I think it's still worth trying. That's why it's time to reveal to you my secret weapon."
By the time Dumbledore had finished his explanation, Draco thought his Headmaster was ready for St. Mungo's. When he looked at Harry, who had his mouth open, he thought they could take Potter as well.
"And what is that secret weapon?" Draco asked politely.
"Oh another brilliant question of Mr Malfoy!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Well Draco, I have a secret chamber."
The silence that followed was interrupted by a snort of Snape.
"Is there something wrong, Severus." Dumbledore asked.
"Albus, you don't mean the chamber where Potter and I....?"
"Indeed, Severus. History is about to repeat itself!" Dumbledore said amused, then he turned back to the boys: "Let's go to my Chamber of Secrets, shall we?"
He left his office, followed by two shocked students. They climbed up stairs, walked through corridors, past armours, paintings and Peaves. When Draco wanted to ask how long they still had to walk, Dumbledore stopped in a corridor with crazy paintings of rabbits and squirrels.
Harry thought he was going to lose it. This was a corridor he knew. It was right next to the corridor of Dumbledore's office. The crowd of teachers were already standing next to a door, not tired at all.
"Here we are." Dumbledore merely said. He opened the door and let Draco and Harry inside. "There's one more thing I have to say: fight a fluffy fight until you drop, if you're friends you can stop!"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled one more time, before he shut the door. The boys looked at eachother, both confused.
"So Scarhead...we fight?" Draco asked.
"I don't have any problems with that, Ferret!" Harry said angrily.
Draco raised his wand. "Come on Potter, I'm ready!"
Harry raised his wand too, and swung with it.
"Petrify!" he yelled, but nothing happened. Harry looked angrily at his wand and threw it away.
"How weak are you?" Draco laughed, but his wand didn't do anything too.
"What's going on? What's the use of wands if you can't use them?" Harry shouted in frustration.
"Shut up Potter! I'm trying to think." Draco yelled back.
"No!You can think?" Harry asked.
"Yes, better than you Scarhead!" Draco shouted, "Now, what was that riddle again?"
"I don't know, you're the great thinker here." Harry said sarcastically.
Trying to lock Potter outside, Draco muttered the riddle again. 'Wait a minute, a fluffly fight?' Draco thought, recalling the paintings in the corridor. He got an idea and took his wand. He ripped a button from his robes and pointed his wand at it.
" Transvigo Sciurida." Draco said, and the button transformed into a small animal.
"Really Malfoy, a squirrel? You're going to attack me with a squirrel?" Harry laughed.
"Yes Potter," Draco replied, picking up the little thing and throwing it at Harry, "It's fluffy and..."
"OUTCH!" Harry screamed.
"...it bites." Draco finished satisfied.
War had begun. The boys started to rip every button of their robes, transforming them into squirrels, rabbits and hamsters. Harry even managed to transform a ferret.
"Oh look, Malfoy! Family!" he shouted, when he threw the ferret in Draco's face.
Hours went by and the boys began to feel really exhausted. Dumbledore didn't come back. Draco and Harry fell on the ground and moaned.
"This is going nowhere!" Draco sighed.
Harry didn't answer for a moment, then he suddenly jumped.
"I've solved the riddle!" Harry shouted happily.
"So what? It's not going to make you wizard of the month, you know." Draco said annoyed.
"Shut up and listen," Harry said, "Fight a fluffy fight until you drop. We did. If you're friends you can stop. That means...oh no!"
"For Merlin's sake, if that's going to get me out of this room, so be it." Draco said and he took Harry's hand.
"Friends Potter?"
Harry watched their hands in horror. This was a bigger dilemma than when he had to choose between giving his Firebolt to Snape for a week or being cursed by Snape. (he had stepped on Snape's cloak by accident a month ago, causing it to rip.)
"Friends." Harry said after staring glazily a while.
They waited for a few minutes, then Harry said : "I think we have to mean it."
"Know-it-all." Draco sneered.
"No, that's Hermione."
"Oh right." Draco smiled.
"Wait a second," Harry said, "Why don't we do it for Hermione. I mean, she's always trying to stop our fights. And now with the baby and all..."
"You're right Potter," Draco said, "Really, friends?"
"Friends."
The door of the room opened with a 'BENG!' and Dumbledore came in, looking at his watch.
"Five hours, I have to remember that." he said.
"So, we only had to solve the riddle to get out of the room?" Harry asked.
"And you had to agree with eachother. You did. Congratulations." Dumbledore said. He took out a piece of parchment and said:
"Madam Hooch, you are the winner. I believe you guessed 4h25?"
"Yes I did!" Hooch said, and she took the parchment of Dumbledore, "Excuse me, I have to go the Gringrott's with this."
"You made a bet?" Harry asked surprised.
"Of course, Potter." McGonagall said, "Can't we, staff of Hogwarts, have some fun too?"
Draco shook his head in disbelieve and walked out of the corridor together with Harry who kept stuttering: "How...how...?"
Author's note: Did you really think this fic was finished? No way, I've got something else in my mind for our lovebirds! Ok, that was something in between. Let the story go on! Keep R&R!
Vilmathien : Thank you for the review! Sorry that I forgot to mention your name!
Amber Lee1 : I wouldn't mind living in one house with Tom Felton either :-)
J.A.M.: I'd love to write a fanfic of HP/HM, I even got a story in my head about them, together with so many others, maybe, if I have time. 'cause I'm also busy writing my own novel.
Eowyn-of-Rohan-101 : Are you from the Netherlands or Belgium or are you just learning dutch?
Dracoz-wun-gurl : ofcourse this story continues! I'll read yours as soon as I can.
Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's : you were right, as usual about draco! :-)