Summary: There's more than meets the eye when it comes to Harry. Everything he's ever done has been an act. He's changed his appearance over the summer and everyone wants him to change back, but he refuses. He's even acting differently; he's finally decided to let the world know how he really is. He's not the Golden Boy that everyone thinks he is; he's the exact opposite. The Dursley's beat him. Harry finds release in the form of a razorblade. What happens when he finds someone who's going through the same things that he is, but they're enemies? Will they be able to settle their differences? Will they be able to save each other before it's too late? And who will win the war? Read to find out.
This story will be rated for the following reasons:
Violence (abuse)
Language
Nudity/Graphic Sex (in later chapters)
Self-harming
Other
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot, and a few other things that will appear in later chapters.
Chapter 13: Christmas Break I
Harry went back to the Gryffindor common room; he thought about what had happened between him and Malfoy. He didn't know why, but he felt that Malfoy had been honest with him. The blonde had given a good point, if he wanted to play some sort of trick on Harry, he would have don tit already. Also, seeing the cuts on Malfoy's arms, Harry's perspective of Malfoy had changed a bit.
With the information he had obtained about Malfoy, Harry wanted to get to know the blonde. They seemed to have a few things in common; cutting, smoking, doing drugs. Harry wondered what else he had Malfoy had in common. Harry sighed; another part of him wanted to believe that Malfoy was up to something because that had been the way it was for the last five years, Though, even though a part of him wanted to believe that, that same part of him knew that it was wrong, that Malfoy had been honest with him.
Looking up, Harry realized that he was standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. "Draconis Cruor," he said. The portrait swung open and Harry walked in before he walked over to a couch in front of the fire and sat down.
Harry sighed as he stared into the fire for a moment, his mind blank. Then reality came crashing down on him. What was he thinking when he accepted Malfoy's truce? Why did he do it? To make sure that Malfoy didn't say anything about his little secret. No, he already knew that Malfoy wouldn't say anything because he knew Malfoy's secret. Harry knew that he wasn't thinking properly when he accepted the truce, had he been thinking properly, he would have declined. He and Malfoy never got along and they never would, would they?
'No,' Harry thought. 'Malfoy and I will never get along.'
Standing abruptly, Harry went up to the boys' dormitory. When he entered the room, he walked over to the nightstand next to his bed. Harry flicked his wrist, taking down the locking charm that he always had on the bottom drawer, before he pulled open the drawer and withdrew his pack of cigarettes. He opened the pack and took out a cigarette before he put the end between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag.
Harry was glad that he didn't go to the Burrow for Christmas and that he was the only Gryffindor that stayed behind, that meant he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Also, being the only person in Gryffindor Tower gave him plenty of time to think, something that he never had much time to do when others were around. He could do his homework properly, with Hermione breathing down his next and hassling him for everything he did incorrectly.
Sighing, Harry took another long drag of his cigarette as he lay on his back on his bed. He tried to keep his mind blank so that he didn't think of anything that he didn't want to. Though, he failed miserably, his mind kept wandering back to Malfoy and the truce. Why did he do it? Malfoy was a jerk that had made his life miserable for the last five years. He was always trying to get Harry into trouble for one thing or another.
Harry leaned over and opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand before he pulled out an ashtray. Harry knew he had to admit that Malfoy had changed. When he and Malfoy had shared the same hotel room for a month, they had basically been civil to each other and didn't bother the other. When Harry had asked Malfoy not to bother him this year, Malfoy had complied. And now, Malfoy had help him, and probably saved his life.
Harry sighed as he realized that he and Malfoy had something else in common, they both had everybody fooled. They both had people thinking that everything was fine and that nothing was wrong. Though, Harry knew that he had a few people who thought that something was wrong. He reckoned that Malfoy did, too. Harry knew that if he wanted everyone to think that things where fine then he would have to stop yelling at Ron and Hermione, though, he didn't think that he could. They annoyed him too much and they pried in his life and in things that were none of their concern.
Reaching over, Harry flicked the ash off the end his cigarette into the ashtray before he took a drag. Maybe if he tried harder not to yell at his so-called friends, then people would think that things were fine. Though, he doubted that even if he stopped arguing with them, they would still think that something was wrong. He wondered if Malfoy had this problem, then he cursed himself for even thinking about the blonde.
Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Harry exhaled slowly. He didn't know whether to think that Malfoy was up to something or if he wasn't. Malfoy was always up to something, why would now be any different? Though, Malfoy wouldn't have shown Harry his arms if he was up to something.
Harry sighed; he didn't know what to think. Everything was so confusing at the moment; he didn't know what to believe. Maybe, he would wake up, on the bench and find out that everything was just a dream, that Malfoy hadn't followed him and taken him to his room. Harry hoped that he would wake up on the bench covered in blood. Though, he doubted that something like that would ever happen, wonderful things like that never happened to him.
Harry took a few more drags of his cigarette before he put it out in the ashtray. He lied on his back and stared at the hangs on his bed for a few moments before he decided to go down to the kitchens, he hadn't eaten today and it was the day that he allowed himself to eat.
Standing, Harry left the boys' dormitory and walked through the Gryffindor common room. He pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and stepped out. Even though there weren't many students that stayed behind for Christmas, he hoped that he didn't run into anybody, he was in no mood to deal with anybody or even see anybody. He wanted to go down to the kitchens, have a piece of bread and go back to Gryffindor Tower without seeing anybody.
After a few moments, Harry looked up to see that he was walking down the corridor that led to the kitchens. When he reached the portrait of the fruit bowl, he reached up and tickled the pear until it turned into a handle. He opened the portrait and was instantly surrounded by house-elves. Harry waited until most of the house-elves calmed down before he asked one of them for two pieces of bread with nothing on them and a cup of green tea.
While the house-elves retrieved his food, Harry walked over to one of the table that was placed exactly under the ones in the Great Hall. That was when he noticed that he wasn't the only student in the kitchens. Harry sighed; he walked over and sat across from the other student, who had a bowl of soup and two pieces of buttered bread in front of them. Even though he didn't want to be around anybody, he needed to talk to this person about a few things.
"Malfoy," Harry said.
"Hero," Malfoy said with a slight nod of his head.
"Look, we –" Harry's sentence was cut off when a house-elf placed two pieces of bread and a cup of green tea in front of him, he thanks the house-elf before he began to speak again. "We need to talk."
"What about?" Malfoy asked.
"Why did you follow me after my argument with Hermione and Ron?" Harry asked as he took a sip of his tea.
"I dunno, I guess I was just curious. I mean, you and your friend have been arguing a lot all year, and I've been around a few times when you've taken off after yelling at them. I guess my curiosity got the better of me this time," Malfoy said as he picked up the spoon that was next to the bread and dipped it into the soup before he brought up to his lips and put it into his mouth.
"Fair enough," Harry said as he took a small bite of bread. "But, how do I know that you're not planning something?"
"Because, Hero," Malfoy drawled. "If you must know, I refused to return home this Christmas for a very good reason. My father wanted me to receive the Dark Mark and I refuse to get it. Therefore, I cannot be planning something; I would have nothing to gain from it."
"How do I know that you're telling me the truth?" Harry asked.
Malfoy sighed, "Crabbe and Goyle went home this Christmas to receive the Dark Mark. As, I'm sure you know, wherever I go, they go. And, obviously, they are not here following me around."
"I guess," Harry said. "But, why do you suddenly want a truce and to be my friend? I thought you hated me."
"Hated is the key word in your sentence there, Hero," Malfoy said.
"What do you mean? Are you saying that you don't hate me anymore?" Harry asked as he took a sip of his tea.
"Something kind of like that," Malfoy said as he picked up a piece of bread, folded it in half and dipped a small portion into the soup before he took a bite of the bread where the soup was. "But, I think it's best if we save that for another conversation."
"Whatever," Harry said as he took another small bite of bread. "Tell me, then, why did you refuse to take the Dark Mark?"
"That is best saved for some other time," Malfoy said.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, Malfoy was half-way finished his soup and Harry was almost finished his first piece of bread. Harry's mind was reeling with all the questions that he could ask Malfoy, though, the way that Malfoy answered this last two questions, Harry reckoned that he wouldn't get much of an answer out of the blonde. Though, it was worth a try, wasn't it?
"Why did you help me? Why didn't you just bring me to the Hospital Wing?" Harry asked, startling Malfoy slightly.
"I helped you because I wanted to, well, more or less because I was shocked to see you doing something like that. I know that you're probably tired of people being shocked because you did something that people never expected you to do. I mean, I know that you were having issues in your life, but I didn't think that they were that bad, that's why I was shocked. I'm just saying that because I don't want you to freak out on my like you do to Weasel and Granger." Malfoy said and then took a mouthful of soup. "As for why I didn't bring you to the Hospital Wing, that's an easy answer. I knew that, had I brought you there, the entire Wizarding World would have known your secret come morning."
"I guess that make enough sense," Harry said as he finished the last bite of his bread. "I still don't understand why you wanted to call a truce and possibly become friends."
"Again, that is best left for another time, Hero," Malfoy said.
"Whatever," Harry said as he took a sip of his tea. "I hope you realize that by not answering my questions it makes me think that you actually are up to something."
"Yes, I've realized that. But, this is neither the time nor place for me to tell you," said Malfoy. "Don't worry, though, I will tell you soon."
"Whatever," Harry said.
The silence that the two had been sitting in for a few moments was broken when house-elves began to crowd around the entrance of the kitchens. Both Harry and Malfoy looked over to see who it was that had arrived. Harry groaned and Malfoy had a stoic look on his face, masking what he was really feeling.
'Doesn't that meddling old bastard have somewhere else to be?' Harry thought to himself. 'Why is it that I can never get away from him?'
"Fuck," Harry cursed under his breath when he saw that the Headmaster had spotted him.
"Ah, Mister Potter, good evening," Dumbledore said as he started to walk toward Harry.
'What's so good about it?' Harry though bitterly, though, after years of practice, he looked normally as he spoke. "Good evening, sir."
Dumbledore was standing at the end of the table, now. "Mister Malfoy, how are you this evening? Doing well, I presume."
"Yes," Malfoy said, the stoic look still masked his emotions.
"Wonderful," Dumbledore said cheerily. "I see you two are finally getting along."
"Yes," Harry said not looking at the Headmaster.
"That's great!" Dumbledore exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired," Harry lied easily.
"Well, maybe you should go and get some rest," Dumbledore offered.
"I'll be fine," Harry said, still not looking at the meddling old man.
The three sat in silence for a moment. Harry had to make sure that he acted the same way he had been a few moments ago when he felt the Headmaster enter his mind. Harry took a sip of his tea as he closed his mind.
'Motherfucker, he's always trying to enter my mind,' Harry had to stop himself from smirking when an idea came to him. 'The old man's in for an eye full.'
Harry let down the barriers around his mind a little, just to see if the Headmaster was still invading his mind. Harry wasn't surprised to see that the old man was. Remembering what Severus taught him, Harry selected a certain memory and focused on it as he slowly let the barrier around his mind down.
The memory that Harry was focusing on was one of the times that he had gone to a rave with Brian and Justin. He was in some room, with a guy that he had never met before. The guy was around eighteen or nineteen, he was on his hands and knees as Harry pounded into him. Harry focused on the memory for a few seconds longer before he changed it.
Now, he was at a popular club, he was in the backroom. Some guy around the twenty- two was on his knees, Harry was against the wall. The guy was sucking him off, if Harry remembered correctly, that guys was an expert at giving blow-jobs and he was into bondage, something that Harry didn't mind. Harry fast-forwarded through the memory until he was at the part that he wanted. The guy was blindfolded, lying on his back and tied to the bed with leather straps. Harry was straddling his waist; he had a lit candle in his right hand. Harry was slowly dripping it on random places on the guy. Harry fast-forwarded the memory a little more. Now, the guy was lying on his stomach, still tied to the bed. Harry had just entered him.
Still feeling the Headmasters presence inside his head, Harry knew that he could keep up the memories all night and well into the morning. Before Harry changed the memory, Harry was looking down at his last piece of bread, still looking down, Harry looked at the Headmaster out of the corner of his eye; the old man was pale. Harry wanted to see how pale he could make the meddling old bastard go.
Harry choose the only memory he could think of that would make the Headmaster go ghost-white. It was one of his more recent memories. He was in a bedroom; he was straddling some guys' waist. Harry was quite pleased with this guy because he was into sort of S & M, something that Harry enjoyed. Harry had leaned over and grabbed a knife from the night-stand next to the bed. Then, he placed the tip of the knife just above the first button; he began to drag the knife down the guys chest, cutting the shirt and the guys' chest lightly, but enough to cause some blood to leave the wound. When Harry had finished dragging the knife down the guys' chest, he had dragged the knife horizontally from about an inch above the waist band of the guys' pants.
Then, Harry shifted himself so that he was straddling the guys' thighs before he leaned down and began licking up the blood, at the same time he was rubbing the guy through his pants. When Harry had finished licking the blood, the wounds were still bleeding lightly. Harry had leaned over, still rubbing the guys' crotch, and grabbed a lit candle. He lowered the candle until it was about two inches from the guys' skin, then he tipped it over slightly, causing the hot wax to fall over the guys' open wounds. Harry continued to do that until all of the wounds were covered in wax, all the time, Harry never stopped rubbing the guy. Harry then had slowly started to peel of the wax, as painfully as he could.
Harry's memory was interrupted when Dumbledore stood abruptly. Harry looked up at the man; he was extraordinarily pale; Harry had a look of indifference on his face. 'Serves the manipulating bastard right. He got what he deserved, maybe that'll teach him to try and enter my mind without my permission,' Harry thought.
"Well, I best be off. I wish you two a good night," Dumbledore said before he began to walk out of the kitchen.
After Dumbledore left the kitchen, Harry went back to eating his last piece of bread as if nothing happened. Harry felt Malfoy's gaze on him, when he looked up he saw Malfoy giving him a calculating look. Harry raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'what'. Malfoy's brows furrowed, he looked as if he was trying to figure out what had just happened with Dumbledore. Harry ducked his head down and took a small bite of his bread with a look of indifference, though, it was becoming harder to keep his face blank.
"What was that about?" Malfoy asked; brows still furrowed in thought.
"What was what about?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his lukewarm tea.
"Dumbledore, he sat down and from there he started to go pale," Malfoy said.
"I hadn't noticed," Harry lied.
"Bullshit. What did you do?" Malfoy asked.
"That is best left for some other time," Harry said with a smirk as he stood up. "Later, Malfoy."
It was the day after the incident in the kitchens with Dumbledore; Harry was walking down to the dungeons for his Occlumency lesson with Severus. Over the last month or so, Harry had become really good at Occlumency, though, if he wasn't then he wouldn't have been able to do what he did to Dumbledore. He smirked slightly at the thought; he reckoned that the headmaster would never act the same around him again.
Though, there was the fact that the old man would start to keep a closer watch on him and try to meddling and control his life even more then before. Harry found that he really didn't care, Dumbledore could try to control his life and Harry would stand by and watch him fail miserably. He knew that Dumbledore would go to any length to get what he wanted, though, what the old man didn't know was that Harry would go to any length to stop him.
Harry knew that there were two ways of dealing with Dumbledore. He could either act like everything was perfectly fine, or he could be incredibly defiant. Harry liked the latter the best, but he decided to go with the former and if Dumbledore continued to try and control him, that would be when Harry would be defiant.
It seemed like a good plan to Harry, act like everything was fine and if that didn't work, be defiant. Harry reckoned that if he tried hard enough he could probably manipulate Dumbledore, just like he manipulated Harry, without the other person ever knowing what was happening.
Sometimes Harry wondered why he didn't let the Sorting Hat place him in Slytherin. Harry had to stop plotting and pondering over what he did when he was eleven because he came to the doors that led to Severus's private quarters. Harry didn't bother to knock, as usual, before he entered; he was greeted with an interesting site.
Severus was sitting at his desk; his head tilted back and turned slightly to his left. Remus was leaning down; his lips were connected to Severus's. It was obvious that the two adults were having a very heated snog session.
"I really need to learn to knock," Harry said under his breath. Then, he spoke in a normal voice, "Okay, guys, break it up. There'll be plenty of time for face sucking later."
When Harry said that, the two men jumped apart, startled. It took the adults a second to compose themselves, then Severus spoke, "Mr. Potter, learn to knock before you enter my rooms."
"Yes, Professor," Harry said with a smirk as he closed the door behind him. When the door closed, Remus started laughing, Severus started chuckling and Harry just continued smirking.
"Well, shall we begin our lesson?" Severus asked.
"Whatever," Harry said, walking over to where he usually stood.
"Okay, tonight, we're going to be trying something different," Severus explained. "When I cast the spell I want you to use mind to repel it and us it on me."
"Okay," Harry said tiredly.
That night he had not had much sleep, he knew that Severus was probably going to be angry with him because he wasn't able to do his best, but he didn't really care much. When Severus cast the spell, Harry found out how tired he really was, he couldn't even close him mind properly, no matter how hard he tried. Harry knew that Severus was seeing the memories that were still fresh in his mind, the three memories that he had showed Dumbledore the previous night.
When Harry felt the spell lift, he fell to his knees. Remus, who was sitting on a nearby couch, stood up, walked over to Harry, and held a hand out to the boy. Harry grasped the hand and let Remus help him to his feet. The two looked over at Severus, who hadn't moved, and saw that he had gone more pale then usual. Then, Severus moved, he walked over to the couch the Remus had been sitting on only a moment before.
Everything was quiet for a moment, and then Severus spoke, "That's what he was talking about."
"Huh?" Harry said, looking over at Remus, who raised an eyebrow.
"Dumbledore," Severus said shakily.
Realization dawned on Remus, "What did you see?" he asked, looking at Severus and then looking at Harry, who looked slightly confused.
"What Dumbledore saw," Severus said, then he looked at Harry. "Harry, last night Dumbledore came to me. He said that he saw you in the kitchen. He wasn't making much sense, he was in a state of shock. He said he saw something. I understand why he was in shock, now."
"What he saw was minor. It's nothing compared to the other things I've done," Harry said. "Exactly what did Dumbledore say?"
"He said that he sat down next to you and that's when he saw everything," Severus said.
"That's bullshit!" Harry exclaimed. "He came into the kitchen, sat down next to me and tried to enter my fucking mind, again! I closed my mind, and then I decided to have a little fun. So, I did."
"Harry, you know you shouldn't have done it, though, right?" Remus asked.
"I don't care," Harry said coldly. "It'll teach him to quit entering my mind whenever the hell he wants."
"Harry, if you stop defying him, he wouldn't try to enter your mind," Remus said calmly.
"How the fuck am I defying him? By refusing to take out my piercings? By being myself?" Harry asked, raising his voice slightly.
"Something like that," Severus said.
"Well, sorry I'm not his perfect little Golden Boy. I'm not changing the way I am because he wants me to, or because anyone else wants me to," Harry said.
"I know, but, if you want him out of your life, you have to," Remus said.
"Fuck him, then," Harry snapped. "I'm sick and tired of all the lies he tells me, all the things he keeps from me. I don't care if he starts telling me everything, I'll still hate him and I won't change the way I am."
"Harry, you're going to have to," Severus said, Remus nodded in agreement.
"So, you guys want me to change, too. Well, fuck the both of you, too," Harry snapped.
"Not really," Severus said.
"Whatever," Harry snapped.
"Harry, calm down," Remus said.
"How the fuck do you expect me to calm down when everyone wants me to change the way I am?" Harry snapped.
"Harry, please calm down," Severus said as he waved his hand, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter appeared. He tossed them to Harry, "Here."
"Thanks," Harry said as he opened the pack, took out a cigarette and put the end between his lips before lighting it. He took a long drag and exhaled slowly.
"Are you going to calm down now?" Severus asked.
"Maybe," Harry said coldly.
"Harry, we don't want you to change the way you are, we just don't want to hear Dumbledore ranting and raving about how you're not the way that you used to be," Remus said. "We just want what's best for you."
"Oh, where have I heard that before?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Harry," Remus sighed.
"Save, I know that you're trying to cover up the fact that you want me to change. I really don't care if you want me to or not, just don't lie to me about it," Harry said coldly.
"We don't want you to change, not the way that you act, at least. But, we think that it would be better if you changed your appearance and stuff until Dumbledore stops interfering with your life," Severus said.
"Well, I'm not going to, I can handle him. Like you said, he came to you last night in a state of shock. If he enters my mind again, I can promise you that he'll have to go to St. Mungo's from some serious therapy," Harry said as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"Don't do it Harry, please," Severus begged.
"Why shouldn't I?" Harry asked.
"Because, I'll be the one that has to deal with him right after you do that," Severus said.
"And I care because?" Harry asked taking a drag of his cigarette. He flicked his wrist and an ashtray appeared, he flicked the end of his cigarette in it.
Severus gave Harry a blank before saying, "If you do, I'll chop you up and use you for my potion ingredients."
"Empty threat," Harry said
"I think you should go now, Harry, Dumbledore's going to be here in about five minutes," Remus said.
"Whatever," Harry said as he took one last drag of his cigarette before he put it out in the ashtray.
It was Christmas Eve; Harry was sitting in the Astronomy Tower, a joint in his hand. He had just lit it and taken three drags of it and he could already feel it starting to affect him. He reckoned that he was from the lack of food, sleep and blood. He took a few more drags and he could already feel the affects of the drug pretty well. Things were becoming shiny for him and they looked funny, causing him to laugh.
Just as he was about to take another drag when the door to the Astronomy Tower opened, causing him to smile a little. The person that entered walked over to him and sat down. "Here, Malfoy," Harry said, passing the joint to the blonde.
"Thanks," Malfoy said as he took the joint from Harry and took a long drag of it, holding it in for a few seconds before he exhaled.
"Yea," Harry said, smiling, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a new joint. He placed it between his lips and lit, taking a long drag.
"Where do you get your drugs from?" Malfoy asked. "It seems like every time I see you, you have some."
"I've have my connections," Harry said.
"In the school?" Malfoy asked.
"No," Harry said.
"Oh, how do you get it in without people knowing?" Malfoy asked as he took a drag of his joint.
"I have my ways," Harry said.
"Interesting," Malfoy said.
"Yea," Harry said as he took a long drag of his joint and held it in before exhaling slowly.
By the time that Harry was halfway finished his new joint, he and Malfoy were in fits of giggles, Malfoy had already finished the joint that Harry had given him. Harry took a long drag of his joint before he passed it to Malfoy. Malfoy took a long drag before he passed it back to Harry.
The two continued to do that until the finished the joint, Harry getting the last hit. Both Harry and Malfoy reached for their cigarettes and the same time. They took one out of their pack, placed it between their lips and lit it. They both took a long drag of their cigarettes and exhaled slowly.
Harry gasped, "Those are so bright," he said, looking up at the stars.
"They are," Malfoy said.
"I know," Harry giggled.
The two finished their cigarettes without saying another word to each other. Though, they had kept giggling and laughing the entire time. Though the drug was affecting the both of them a lot, they both knew that if someone where to walk in, they would know right away that the two boys were on drugs.
"Can I braid your hair?" Malfoy asked with a big smile on his face.
"No," Harry said, giggling.
"I know!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Let's go braid Severus's hair!"
"Yea!"
The two boys stood up and grabbed their cigarettes, putting them in their pockets before they left the Astronomy Tower. The two walked to Severus's private quarters, giggling and laughing the entire way there. When they arrived at the doors to Severus's private quarters, Malfoy was just about to walk in without knocking, but Harry stopped him.
"You have to knock first," he said.
"Why?" Malfoy asked.
"Because, I've had a few bad experiences because I never knocked," Harry explained, before he started to laugh uncontrollably, he had to lean against the doors to stop himself from falling over.
"Oh, okay," Malfoy said, laughing, before he knocked.
"Teeter totter, teeter totter," Harry said, rocking back and forth slightly, laughing. Malfoy started laughing hard, he had to lean on the door, too, to stop himself from falling over.
A moment later, the door opened and Harry and Malfoy feel to the ground before they broke into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. "Hi, Severus," Malfoy said, with a big smile on his face.
"If you keep you round and round and round and round, you're gonna get stupid, Sev," Harry said, smiling. Severus raised an eyebrow and Harry and Malfoy broke into a fit of giggles.
"Okay, you two, get in here before someone sees you," Severus orders.
"Help," Harry said, holding his hands up as an indication for Severus to help him up, Malfoy did the same thing. Once to the two boys were standing and in the room, Severus closed the door.
"Severus, can we braid your hair?" Malfoy asked.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top and…and…and fire-whiskey?"
"Um…no."
"Oh, come on, Severus, please?"
"The day I let you braid my hair is the day that hell freezes over," Severus said bluntly.
After five minutes of Malfoy and Harry asking to braid his hair, Severus finally caved. He was sitting on a couch near the fire; Malfoy was standing behind him, braiding his hair. Harry was sitting on the floor watching, having a cigarette.
"Hell has finally frozen over," Severus said grumpily.
Remus walked into the room a moment later. He looked around to see Harry sitting on the floor with a cigarette, Severus sitting on the couch with Malfoy braiding his hair. "Don't say anything, Lupin," Severus growled, his right eye twitching slightly.
"I didn't plan on it," Remus said, smirking as he walked over and sat down next to Severus, whose eye was still twitching.
Harry started giggling. "You've got freaky eyes, Sev," he said.
"Okay, Harry, you're fucked, shut up," Severus said.
"I'm gonna call you twitchy!" Harry exclaimed. "Twitch, twitch," Harry started doing an imitation of Severus's eye twitching, which caused Severus's eye to start twitching more.
"All done!" Malfoy shouted. "Look!"
"Here," Remus said, smirking, as he flicked his wand and a mirror appeared. Severus took the mirror and looked in it. What he saw made his eye start to twitch uncontrollably.
His hair was in several braids and it was streaked hot pink, bright purple and lime green. When Remus saw Severus's expression, he burst out laughing, as did Harry. Severus stood up and threw the mirror before he turned to stare at Malfoy. "This better come out!" he shouted.
"Nope," Malfoy said with a big smile. "No spell can remove it or cover it up. It'll last for a month."
"That's it!" Severus shouted. "Both of you get out!"
"Severus, calm down," Remus said, smirking.
"Fuck you, Lupin!"
"It's not that bad."
"That's it! You're sleeping on the couch!"
"Severus, come on, be reasonable," Remus pleaded.
"No, you're sleeping on the couch and that's final!" Severus snapped.
"Oh, come on," Remus said. "Boy's, I think you'd better leave now."
"Okay," Harry said. Harry stood up and walked toward the door, Malfoy right behind him.
"Well, I'll see you around, Hero," Malfoy said.
"Later, Malfoy."
When Harry woke the next day, he had a slight headache. It took him a moment to remember what he had done the previous night, when he did, he smirked slightly. Harry lied in bed for a few moments before he threw back the Gryffindor red duvet and sat up. He pulled open the hangings around his bed, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light, before he stood and stretched his upper body. The first thing Harry noticed after he finished stretching was the small pile of presents at the foot of his bed,
Ignoring them for the time being, Harry walked into the bathroom and began to undress. He turned the taps of the shower on, adjusting them so that the water was just before the point of creating steam. He stepped under the facet and let the water run down his body for a few moments. Then, he picked up a bottle of hair cleansing potion before opening it. Squeezing a small amount of the potion on the palm of his hand, he closed it and set it back down before he began to lather it into his hair. He rinsed the hair-cleansing potion out of his hair and repeated the process, using a hair-conditioning potion.
When he finished rinsing his hair of the conditioning potion, he picked up a bottle of body cleaning potion and a cloth. He opened the potion, put a bit on the cloth before he closed the potion, and put it back down. He began to wash his body before he rinsed off the potion. He stood under the facet for a few moments before he turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself with.
Harry went about the rest of his morning rituals, taking as much time as he wanted because nobody was around to hurry him and he had no place important to be. When he was fully dressed in a pair of black baggy jeans with chains on then and a blood red shirt, he walked over to the foot of his bed and sat down Indian style next to his small pile of presents.
He looked at his gifts for a moment, contemplating whether he wanted to open them or not. He decided he would, only because he wanted to go about the rest of his day and not have to worry about them later. Harry sighed, he was slightly worried about what he would receive, he reckoned that because of the way that he had been acting, the things he received wouldn't be pleasant. Reaching forward, Harry grabbed the present closest to him; it was from Dumbledore.
Harry cautiously opened the present from the old man, unsure of what to expect. Before he had opened the present completely, a note fell out. He picked it up, his brows furrowing in a way that show he was slightly confused by the short note that Dumbledore had written. The note read:
'Be safe.
Dumbledore'
Harry finished unwrapping the present completely. 'Typical Dumbledore,' Harry thought, smirking, as he looked at the present. Not to surprising to Harry, Dumbledore had given him a muggle gift, a pack of condoms. 'Only Dumbledore would think of something like that,'
Placing Dumbledore's gift aside, Harry grabbed another present, which turned out to be from Remus and Severus. He opened it and raised an eyebrow. It was a photo album with the words 'The Marauders, through their Hogwarts years,' on the front with a picture of James, Sirius, Remus and Peter underneath the writing. Harry placed the album aside; he planned to look at it later, when he reckoned he could without falling into a deeper state of depression.
The next present he picked up was from Dean, who gave him a broom cleaning kit. Harry raised an eyebrow at the gift. 'Leave it to Dean to give me something that I've already got,' Harry thought as he placed Dean's gift next to the one Dumbledore got him.
The next present that Harry picked up was from Seamus. Seamus gave him plenty of Honeydukes candy, which Harry knew he would never eat. Neville's gift was the next one that Harry grabbed. Neville gave him a book about plants, Harry knew he would never need. Harry didn't even need to open his next gift to know that it was from Mrs. Weasley. She had given him a green jumper with a silver 'H' on it and homemade brownies, which, again, Harry knew that he would never eat.
Setting her gift next to the other ones that he had already opened, Harry picked up the second last present in the small pile that he had. It was from Ron, who gave him a set of peacock-feathered quills. The last present that he had received was from Hermione. She gave him a muggle notebook and a set of muggle pens and pencils. A note was attached to it, it read:
'I know that there are things that you don't walk to talk about, Harry, but its not good to keep everything bottled up inside, that's why I bought you the note book and pens. Use it; it might help!
Hermione'
Harry sighed, he reached over and opened his trunk, he didn't bother to keep it locked while everybody was away for Christmas holidays. He placed all of his presents inside the trunk before he closed it and stood up. He walked over to the nightstand beside his bed and pulled open the top drawer before he reached in and withdrew two items, black eyeliner and eye shadow.
Harry walked into the bathroom and stood in front of one of the many mirrors. He set down the eye shadow before he took the cap off the eyeliner, putting it on the opposite end. He applied it liberally to the top and bottom lids of each eye before smearing on some black eye shadow to prevent the eyeliner from smudging.
Walking out of the bathroom, Harry put the two items back into the top drawer of his nightstand before he lied down on his bed. He knew that he had nothing to do for the day; he couldn't go and see Severus and Remus, not after what had happened the previous night. Harry reckoned that Severus was still angry, he sort of felt sorry for Remus, who had to deal with Severus's bad mood. Harry had to admit, though, it was somewhat funny what Malfoy did.
Sighing, Harry decided that he would finish the rest of his homework, so that he could get it out of the way and not have to worry about it later. He only had to finish his Potions and Transfiguration essays, both of which he was half done. Harry reckoned that it would only take him a couple of hours to complete.
Gathering his textbooks, essays and the other supplies he needed, Harry walked down to the common room. He sat down at the table in front of the fire and set his things down on top the table. Moving his Transfiguration essay and textbook in front of him, Harry opened up an inkwell and took out a quill. Before he started to work on his homework, Harry pushed his Potions essay and textbook away from him, giving him more space to work.
When Harry had finished both of his essays, he looked at the clock above the fireplace; it was quarter after four. Harry waved his hand over his homework, textbooks and utensils, they disappeared and Harry knew that they would be on his bed. Harry lied on the floor, staring at the ceiling, wondering what he was going to do next. There was nothing for him to really do, he had finished all of his homework, he didn't want to go to the library and read.
Harry sighed; he sat up quickly and walked up to the dormitory. When he entered the room, he walked over to his trunk and opened it. He searched in it for a moment before he blued out a large dark blue jean jacket with a black cobra covering most of the space on the back of it. He put it on before he walked over to the side of his bed and put on his shoes. Harry walked back into the common room and out the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Walking the familiar path, Harry had a small smile on his face; he was slightly excited. When Harry reached his destination, he opened the broom shed and entered. It only took him a moment to locate his Firebolt. He grabbed it and exited the broom shed, closing the door behind him. He mounted his broom and pulled the handle upward, shooting up at a fast speed.
Even though he was on the Quidditch team again and had practice three times a week, Harry missed flying alone. He missed the carefree feeling, flying alone meant that he didn't have to worry about telling his team members what to do and catching the snitch. Taking a deep breath, Harry raced as fast as he could around the school; everything was a huge blur. He slowed down when he came back around to the Quidditch pitch.
That was when Harry noticed that he was no longer alone outside; someone else was on the pitch. The little bit of sun the shone through the clouds told Harry who exactly was out there with him, Malfoy. The blonde was doing some pretty risky stunts, Harry thought he should make his presence known. He flew over to Malfoy, who still hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone, and stopped a few feet away from the blonde.
"Hey, Malfoy," he called, startling Malfoy.
"What are you doing here, Hero?" Malfoy asked as he flew over, stopping when he was face to face with Harry.
"Being here," answered Harry.
"Right," Malfoy said slowly.
"Yea," Harry said, equally as slow. "Is Severus still angry?"
"How the fuck would I know? I'm not stupid enough to go near him," Malfoy said.
"I know what you mean, I feel sorry for Remus," said Harry
"Why would you be feeling sorry for Lupin?" asked Malfoy.
"You mean you don't know?" asked Harry before he flew downward and landed on the ground. A few seconds later Malfoy landed next to him.
"Don't know what?" the blonde asked.
"As if," Harry said as he started to walk toward the middle of the pitch. "How can you not know?"
"Know what?" Malfoy asked, following Harry.
"Will you ever cease to amaze me, Malfoy?" asked Harry as he waved his hand, a large circle in the middle of the pitch became void of snow, the grass dry. Harry sat down, placing his broom next to him.
"Are you going to explain to me what you're talking about?" asked Malfoy as he sat down on the other side of Harry, placing his broom next to him.
"Ask the right question, get the right answers," Harry said.
"Fine, I'll play your little game, Hero," Malfoy said. "Why do you feel sorry for Lupin?"
"Because he has to deal with Severus's bad mood," Harry answered.
"Everyone does, why don't you feel sorry for them?" Malfoy asked.
"Remus has to deal with it more then anyone else does," answered Harry as he leaned back, lying on the ground. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky.
"Why?" asked Malfoy, who was becoming slightly impatient.
"Because he's around Severus more than anyone else," said Harry, still looking up at the sky, a small smirk on his face
"But, I thought Severus hated Lupin," said Malfoy. "Why doesn't he now?"
"People change, things change, feelings change, everything changes," Harry said cryptically.
"Wait," Malfoy said. "Are he and Lupin…?"
"Together? Yes," Harry said, a full smirk on his face.
"Aside from you and me, who else knows?" asked Malfoy as he looked at Harry.
"Dumbledore," Harry said, waiting for the information to register to Malfoy's brain
"Is that it?" the blonde asked.
"Yea," Harry said.
"How do you know, then? If Severus didn't tell me, why did he tell you?"
"I figured it out."
"How can you figure something like that out when even I couldn't?"
"Let's just say, I'm very observant. I noticed little things that most people wouldn't."
"But how did you come to the conclusion that they were together?"
"I asked," Harry said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I should've known that," said Malfoy. "So, are you going to tell me what you did to Dumbledore?"
"Are you going to tell me why you don't want the Dark Mark, why you don't hate me, and why you called the truce and want to be my friend?" Harry asked.
"If you tell me what you did to Dumbledore," said Malfoy.
"Fair enough," Harry said.
"Sure. The answers are simple enough," Malfoy said. "I don't want to take the Dark Mark because I don't want to follow some crazed, psychotic, murderer, or to be like my father. I never did hate you, I was just angry that you refused my friendship. Then, my father made me act the way that I did. He said that he wanted me to make your life hell, so I did, just because I wanted to make him proud of me. Well, now, I say fuck him. As for the last question, I think you know the answer to it now."
"It makes sense, I guess," Harry said.
"Yea," said Malfoy. "Now you have to tell me what you did to Dumbledore."
"I didn't do anything exciting, really. He entered my mind, I showed him some things that put him in a state of shock, end of story," Harry said.
"What kind of things?" Malfoy asked.
"Just things," said Harry simply.
"Whatever," Malfoy said.
"Trust me, you don't wanna know," Harry said.
"Whatever, I'm gonna head in, dinner's about to start soon," Malfoy said.
"Yea, good idea," said Harry as he stood, he flicked his wrist and both his and Malfoy's brooms disappeared. "They're back in the shed."
Malfoy stood and the two started to walk toward the school. They walked in silence for a moment until Malfoy spoke, "How come you're never at meals?"
"How come you ask so many questions?" Harry asked, becoming slightly defensive.
"You could say I'm curious, I guess," Malfoy said.
"I know I could," Harry said as he and Malfoy entered the school. "Later, Malfoy."
"Later, Potter."
OMG! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry…I'm like what, over a month late! Please forgive me! Things have been soooo shitty here. On the 16th of January was his 15th birthday, which was fucking shitty…as always…then…I failed my semester…I didn't get ANY credits.
My grandmother called the cops and had me escorted outta the house. My grandfather wants me to go you juvy..my VP keeps calling the CAS (childrens aid society) on me, trying to get me put in foster care. My mother came up this weekend and it was okay…but she tried fucking with my mind again…she and my grandmother want me to go into a Residential Home…and I had to get eight stitched because im a fucktard…yea…I think you can all guess why I had to get them…and ive had to deal this the police about 'the bastard' as he has now officially been dubbed.
And my school kicked me out last Tuesday…ive got a conference with my social worker, VP, counselor, and a few other people from the CAS on Wednesday, so im outta school until then.
That's about it for why I haven't been able to get this out…I know that its not so angsty…but when I wrote it I was either EXTREMELY hyper or EXTREMELY stoned…I was gonna have the rest of the Christmas break in this chapter…but were I left it off is at the 15 page mark…ive got about half of the rest of the break written. Even though Christmas is LONG over…there are going to be a few things that will somewhat be part of the plot…also, ive got things planned so Christmas doesn't really need to be in the story…but there are a few things that I wont really be able to put anywhere else in the story.
Please, PLEASE forgive me for the lateness of this chapter! Im really sorry. Also, the next chapter isn't going to be that angsty either. And the fact that it was 3:41 am and im writing might have something to do with it…Insomnia, it's a cure and a wonderful gift. If I decide to not take my sleeping pills…I might be able to finish the next chapter tonight, no promises though. I cant promise that the next chapter will be out within a few days…but I can promise that it wont take me as long as it did to get this chapter out. I hope to have the next chapter out before I go back to school…probably Thursday. But DON'T get your hopes up.
Wow, im rambling…ive had like two and a half litres of coca-cola today…and ive been up since like 10:30 am…I don't normally get up until like 5-6 pm…
Now, I'd like to thank my WONDERFUL reviewers:
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Gaara's Dark Lover: lol. Yea, Harry reacted better then even I thought. lol. Of course, I was stoned when I wrote that section, so. I think that that proves a point, DON'T WRITE FANFICTION WHEN YOU'RE ON DRUGS…lmao. Anyways, I'll try and read and review those two stories when I get the chance, things have been REALLY hectic on my end. But yea, thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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