AN: Alrightly, next part's up I have big plans for this plot.
Warnings: same as before, slash, as in boys kissing boys, M for later chapters
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. J. K. Rowling did all the work of creating the characters..I just like mixing things up
" That is it, that is absolutely it! I will not do this anymore." Harry cried out, throwing his hands angrily up in the air. " Why? How?" he continued wailing.
Draco Malfoy, who was still sitting in the chair besides Harry's bed looked up from the chessboard, slowly fixing his eyes on the Gryffindor. The boy was a really sore loser. The blonde blinked, then in a split second burst out laughing, so loudly that the whole school would probably be woken up.
Harry stared on for a second. " Funny.." he answered flatly. " You can stop now.." he continued, glaring at the still laughing Slytherin. With another frustrated sigh, he lunged forward, pressing his palm to the other's mouth to silence him. His current thoughts were lost however, as both he and Draco suddenly realized how close to each other they were..and if they moved their lips just one bit …maybe..they..could
" Potter, get off." The Slythering finally cried out, pushing the dazed boy away, taking a moment to regroup while fixing his hair. " You still haven't answered my question." He reminded him, quickly changing the subject. " Why are you here? Did you get attacked by a plant again?" he asked, sarcastically.
The Gryffindor pouted slightly. " Funny." He mumbled flatly again. " No, I assure you, the only thing the plants did that night was trip me with their roots." He spat back, sticking out his tongue. Before answering, he did a quick Tempus spell, then set his wand down his a sigh. " It's really late, We have classes tomorrow morning…well, actually, today now…" Harry pointed out, watching the other nod in agreement.
" I'm going back to the Common Rooms before someone catches me out here." Draco concluded, then stood up and started walking towards the door.
" Wait." Harry called out, and watched as the other stopped and turned slightly. " What about tomorrow…when I see you in class…will…you be Draco?" he asked softly, as if dazed that he was actually having a non-fight-conversation with him.
Draco sniffed slightly and turned back to the door. " Of course not. I have an image to uphold after all. I'm the Malfoy heir." He spat out with resentment. " Just like you are the Gryffindor Golden Boy."
" But I'm not..I'm just Harry." Came the soft reply, disappointment clouding his voice.
" And I'm just Draco, but no one seems to care about that little detail." The blonde replied, heading back out the door. After he left, Harry remained motionless on the bed, his eyes still fixed to the spot in which the Slytherin had been standing. He gave off a small sigh, and then finally replied in a whisper, to himself
" I care "
" Ron, help me." Harry called out to the red hared Gryffindor, his eyes pleading. After he had gotten released from the Hospital wing that morning, with warnings to stop starving himself or have his head eaten by a dragon, the first thing he did was run straight for Ron and Hermionie.
Ron saw Harry's state and raised an eyebrow cautiously. " What's the matter mate? Did Madam Pomfrey force those disgusting potions on you again?"
" No, no, it's Dra- Malfoy." The boy continued, hoping Ron didn't think too much of his Draco slip-up. Ron didn't even seem to notice though, just clapped a hand to his forehead.
" Oh man, what did that git do to you now? He should have his ass hexed out of this school for good." He concluded, shaking his head. " Don't worry Harry, we'll get back at him."
" No, Ron, that's not it. I think I'm going insane. Last night I had a conversation with him, an actual conversation Ron. We even talked about his favorite food, what is wrong with me?" he wailed, plopping down in one of the chairs in the Gryffindor Common Room, barely noticing the confused stared he was getting from the other Gryffindors.
Ron pulled a confused face, but after ruling out any insanity on Harry's part just voiced his ultimate theory. " He hexed you. There's no other explanation mate. He wanted to get you to talk about something so he hexed you. It got you all confused and friendly." The boy explained with a sigh. " There's no way we can prove it, but I'm sure that's what happened. Just stay away from him. Avoid him at any cost and try to find out what he wanted. If it's so important that Malfoy hexed you for it then it's gotta be big."
Harry frowned at that, shaking his head. " I don't think I was hexed Ron. It was real. I just don't know why.." he mumbled, sinking further back into the red and gold chair. " It doesn't make any sense, it's Malfoy..why would he act like that?" he added, more to himself.
" Well mate, he's evil, he's a Slytherin, He's Malfoy…he doesn't make any sense, of course not, he's insane…he's this weird, crazy insulting freak." Ron concluded, not really catching the last of Harry's words. " Now let's go before we're late for potions or Snape is going to curse us." He added with a nod, standing up and heading for the door, turning back to wait for Harry.
A few moments later, Hermione appeared from atop the stairs, mumbling something about missing potions ingredients before moving to stand beside Ron. " Are we ready to go? We can't be late, we have potions first." She explained, to which Ron gave another sigh.
" Alright." The boy mumbled, picking up his books, and after joining Hermione and Ron walked out into the halls. " I'm fine 'Mionie, just tired.." he explained, fending off the questioning stare he was getting from her, promising himself to explain later after classes were over.
Once they arrived at the potions lab, Harry headed straight for his seat, glancing sideways at the blonde Slytherin who was already seated on the opposite end of the room. Draco was staring pointedly ahead, though he felt the Gryffindor's stare. Potions class continued without any interruptions, at least until towards the end where Harry added the wrong ingredients to his cauldron, causing the liquid to give off an ominous looking black smoke. " Oh crap."
A frightened gasp escaped both Snape and Hermione as they recognized the concoction. " Everyone get out and go straight for the hospital wing." Snape called out, glaring angrily at the Gryffindor before starting to usher the panicked students out. " W-What's going on, what in Merlin's name did I do?" Harry cried out, backing away from the smoking liquid.
" The smoke is highly poisonous, I'll explain later, just get away from it. " Hermione interrupted, pulling him to the door along with Ron. As Draco walked out, he could swear he saw him laughing. " Stupid stuck up Slytherin know it all great in potions Draco.." Harry grumbled to himself, following Hermionie out.
" Why is this such a big deal, what in the world did I create there?" The Gryffindor asked exasperated as the whole class walked towards the hospital wing. " Well Harry, it's a rare mix of potions that create 'death's shadow' as they call it, a very poisonous fume given off by the liquid that's quite lethal, which teaches you that you should really pay more attention to what you mix together before you completely destroy Hogwarts." Hermione continued as he rolled his eyes.
As he was about to reply, Draco walked past him again, this time with a mocking sneer. " Figures Potter, out of all the possible combinations it would be you to hit the one that lands us all in the hospital wing." He said with a laugh, not meeting his gaze. " Well, Malfoy, at least I didn't do it on purpose, which is great since there are already enough death eaters in training at this school." Harry retorted, suddenly wishing he hadn't decided to go ahead Ron and Hermionie. " Yes, Potter, and those are here to kill whatever poor soul escaped your path of destruction." Draco added with a roll of his eyes.
Harry winced at that, dropping his gaze, the memories of all the people he'd caused the deaths of coming back at him, causing his to draw in a shaky breaths.
Seeing this, the blonde frowned slightly. He'd probably gone over the line now. " Harry?" he asked quietly, as if unsure if he should care. He didn't get a response though, because Harry's posse came running after, and he let out a frustrated groan. Before any of them could reach him, he turned and sped up his pace, heading back to the groups of Slytherins further ahead with a frown.
After fending off a few more questions from Ron and Hermione, Harry sighed as they finally arrived in the hospital wind, listening half-heartedly as Snape explained to Madam Pomfrey why they all needed to get tested for poison. He watched as the Medi-Witch made her way through the group, testing each of them for traces of poison. It was going to be a long wait. With another sigh, he let himself sink in a nearby chair and lapsed back into the depressive, zombie like state. Seeing this, Ron and Hermionie threw each other worried glances. They recognized Harry's moods now, but they also knew they couldn't comfort him much in times like these.
After brooding for a long while, Harry let the room around him come back into focus, noticing that it was almost empty now, just a few more Hufflepuffs and Draco remaining to be tested. Looking up slightly, he met the blonde's stare, noticing that Draco was looking at him with something close to worry. No, that couldn't be possible. That was Malfoy, he didn't even worry about fellow Slytherins…
Turning his gaze away again, Harry sighed and stood up slowly as Madam Pomfrey approached him and started to routine tests, seeing as he was among the last left. He answered some of her questions, though he didn't pay attention to most of them. When she was finished, she returned to her office, but not before calling out a few more warnings. The Gryffindor sighed and started to walk away slowly, but didn't get very far as someone painfully clutching his wrist stopped him.
Turning to see who was stopping him, he was met with the hateful gazees of Crabble and Goyle. Strange, how could he have missed seeing them in the room. " What do you want?" he hissed out, stepping away slightly, noting that the two Slytherin's were slowly pushing him back.
" Our Lord wants you dead." One of them giggled, the sound turning into a harsh laughter, his eyes gleaming with what Harry could only describe as madness.
Back in the headmaster's office, everything was quiet, Fawkes resting on his perch, picking at his feathers. Dumbledore was concentrated on an old book, a book of wizarding family trees. He skimmed the pages uninterested until he came to a more detailed one. The page pulsed with different colors of ink that were running along the connection. The bloodlines.
Suddenly, a pulse of magic could be felt traveling through the rooms, startling Fawkes. The phoenix rose up, flying frantically across the room, chanting the same melody over and over.
Albus Dumbledore looked up from the pages in his book to Fawkes, then back to the pages in his book, smiling knowingly. " So, he is awake.."
Harry narrowed his eyes at the two Slytherins, taking another step back. He couldn't say he was too surprised to find out they were serving Voldemord too. Slowly, he reached back for his wand, only to find it gone. When he looked up, confused, Crabble was holding the wand away from him.
" Looking for something Potter? It's no use…we got you at your weakest because we thought you'd put up a fight…guess the great Harry Potter isn't so great after all." One of them giggled again, while the other quickly whipped out his wand and shouted out a curse Harry didn't recognize.
In a matter of seconds, Harry found himself being thrown back across the room, screaming out in shock and pain as he collided with the wall, his vision fading as he sagged against it. The Gryffindor gasped as he fell to the floor, and sinking into unconsciousness he felt a sudden pulse of magic warming him, and almost soothing touch as everything blackened.
Outside of the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy stopped walking suddenly as he heard Harry's faint scream. His books clattered against the floor, and inside of him, something suddenly snapped. He felt his magic flare out, pulsing, and in a moment everything changed. He could feel himself changing, he could see everything clearly, even the darkest shadows, everything glowed like fire around him, and his mind was only screaming one thing: 'Harry'
In a moment he was flying..He didn't know how, neither did he care, as he rushed back to the hospital wing tearing down a wall that was in his way in the process. As he burst inside, he could see Harry, lying on the floor unmoving, and his former friends Crabble and Goyle, their wands pointed at him.
He let out an angry grown and lunged forward, the sound of his cry reverberating around the room.
The two boys turned at the sound, widening their eyes as they took in the sight before them. It was Draco, except the air around him was glowing red. He was flying through the air, with great, scale like wings, blood red in color glistening with magic. The Slytherins didn't have time to stand in awe though, as the blonde attacked faster than they could see.
Draco tore a deep gash in one's chest, driving him to the ground before turning to the other, lunging out blindingly fast to throw him against the nearby wall, watching him fall.
He was at Harry's side immediately, bending over the boy. " Harry, Harry.." he cried out, gathering the Gryffindor up in his arms.
AN: As you may have noticed already, I like to kill and or hurt people…it's just this little sadistic twitch. Still, I'm a fan on the happy ending…most of the time. And whaddya know..it's one am yet again XD