Curiosity Killed the Cat
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A/N:Oky-doky, School is out, Finals might have killed me, but I think I'm fine. My sister has kicked me out of my room, but hey it's all good. From now on I'm going to try and update at most once a week, but I can't promise because I will be going out of town every now and then. When I do go out of town I will give you a heads up and a good-bye chapter. I'm going to try and get back on-line with Angelic Feelings, but I'm kind of lethargic with that story right now. Oh well I'm having way to much fun with this one :D I know you guys are too… right? RIGHT?
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"thought", "Spoken", "Cat language", "Parseltongue", Memory/quote from previous chapter.
CHAPTER FOUR: Harry's sneaky discoveries.
"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" someone was yelling in his ear.
Harry groaned, "Draco shut up, I'm alive, but if you don't stop I might not be able to hear properly."
Draco jumped up and sighed with relief, "He's okay!" He paused, and then said almost as an afterthought, "We still have our seeker."
"That is, of course, why you were freaking about him." Blaise said sarcastically.
"I was not!" Draco cried out.
"Uh-huh, yeah…" Pansy said, raising an eye-brow.
Harry looked between Draco, Pansy and Blaise before saying, "Well I would like to take a bath, but I don't know where the bathroom is…"
Draco jumped forward and pulled him up, "I'll show you." Pansy and Blaise started laughing.
"What are they laughing about?" Harry asked, leaning into Draco slightly, taking deep breaths.
"I don't know, they're Pansy and Blaise, does anyone know?" Draco opened a door and led Harry into a huge bathroom.
Harry glanced around and noticed how big it was compared to the Gryffindor bathrooms. All of the facets were snakes with little emerald eyes and everything was silver. The floors were a dark wood and the walls a forest green. "Wow," was all he could say.
"What, Gryffindors don't have such nice bathrooms?" Draco asked, setting Harry down on the rim of a tub and turning on some of the facets.
"No, Gryffindor bathrooms are tiny and have only a couple of showers, not huge tubs." Harry unfastened his cloak and handed it to Draco. "Draco, I have a question, and seeing as you seem to know a lot about Cattersines I figured you could answer it." Harry watched as Draco placed his cloak in a basket.
"Hummm, and what is this question?"
"Well, I was wondering what happened back there in the common room… after someone grabbed my tail." He started to unbutton his shirt.
"That is because only your mate can touch your ears and tail, or else pain is the only thing you will know." Draco explained as he watched Harry unbutton his shirt.
"Oh," Harry slid off his shirt and held it and his tie out for Draco.
"Yeah," Draco took the clothing and dropped it with Harry's cloak. "Would you mind too much if I were to bathe with you?"
Harry glanced up as he took off his blue jeans, "No, but I must warn you my mate won't like it, if I ever find my mate."
Draco shook his head and yanked off his cloak, "I'm not worried about your mate, Harry."
Harry finished sliding off his pants and boxers while watching Draco pull his shirt off. He noticed a flash of something on Draco's arms but he had turned around to put all of his clothing in the basket. Harry slide into the tub and asked, "Why wouldn't you be?"
"Well," He pulled off his pants and grabbed Harry's before adding them to the basket, "Because of this," Draco waved his hand and white ears and a white tail appeared.
Harry gasped, "No wonder you know so much…"
"That would be what you would notice first, you know Harry I was looking at my marking the other night and some of them made me think of you." Draco held out his arms showing his markings to Harry. There was a phoenix and a Pegasus on his right for arms. His left forearms held a lion with a crown upon its head and a hippogriff.
Harry's ear twitched, "How do these remind you of me?"
"Well you are, or were, the prince of Gryffindor, and you have a temper like a phoenix. And now that I think about it, you are fairly good with Hippogriffs. Can I see your markings?" Draco slid into the water next to Harry.
"Yeah sure," Harry turned around so that Draco could see his back.
Draco reached out and ran a hand over the Dragon on Harry's back, making him shudder. "Oh thank God there are bubbles, or else Draco would see my little problem." Harry blushed and shifted lightly.
"Well, my name means dragon, and I'm supposed to be the Slytherin Ice Prince, I have an icy temper, or so I'm told. Oh and my Family animal is a demonic unicorn." Draco trailed his hand down Harry's back, smiling slightly when Harry trembled.
"So you figure…" Harry gasped when Draco stroked the base of his tail.
"Oh Harry I don't just figure, I know." Draco purred into his ear.
Harry shivered, "and how do you know?"
"I'm a dominant, all dominants know." Draco wound his arms around Harry.
"Oh," was all Harry could say. Draco started to gently wash Harry and hummed contentedly.
CATS!
"I've found my mate." Harry said to Hermione before potions started.
"Oh? And who is it?" Hermione looked up from the huge book she had in-front of her.
"Draco." Harry smiled slightly remembering Draco bathing him the night before.
"I figured so." Hermione turned back to her book and turned a page.
Harry smiled and shook his head, "You would."
"The way he was holding you on the station yesterday was a big hint. Oh, and Harry, Ginny is okay with everything that is going on, in fact she was wondering if you could talk to Theodore Nott, she apparently thinks he is funny, always making fun of Ronald." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, no problem… What about you?" Harry smirked, "I know you like Blaise."
"Shhhhh! Someone might hear you." Hermione blushed.
"It's true."
"Go sit with Draco, Snape will be here soon." Hermione hissed glancing around to make sure no one had overheard them.
Harry rolled his eyes and then pranced over to the rest of the Slytherins. "What was that all about?" Draco asked as Harry slid into a seat next to him.
"Oh Hermione likes Blaise and Ginny likes Theo. That's all." Harry pulled lightly on his tail so that he could place it into a comfortable position.
"What? Hermione… and Ginny…" Draco turned to gape at him, "You're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking. Hermione has liked Blaise since middle of last year, much to Ron's chagrin. Ginny, I didn't know about, but she thinks he is funny." He pulled out some parchment and a quill to take notes.
"Well, I can talk to Blaise, and Theo. That's easy, it's getting it into their heads that I'm not pulling their tails. Not that they have any." Draco snickered at his own joke.
"Ohhh, I was wondering…" Harry trailed off, seeming to be deep in thought.
"Yes?"
"Well, is it just me or is Blaise's Magic… well different?" Harry glanced at the boy in question.
"Oh, so you noticed."
"Of course I noticed, I'm not an idiot, Draco." Harry glared at his mate.
"That is questionable, at times." Draco responded easily.
"I'm not an idiot, just not observant." Harry retorted.
"And only idiots aren't observant."
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could the doors slammed open and an obviously infuriated Snape walked in. "I am assigning seats today, yes even to Slytherin."
"Shit, he hasn't done that since the second day of school in first year." Draco whispered lightly.
Harry's eyes widened and Snape continued, "Right, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Lavender Brown, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabb, and Padma Patil. Now get into your seats." Snape snapped after pointing to who went where.
Harry slid into his seat next to Draco at the front as everyone else started to grumble about the arrangements. "What do you think pissed him off?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear as he set his bag down.
"I don't know but I'm going to find out," he sang before shooting his hand into the air.
"Draco…" Harry groaned under his breath.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked glaring at the both of them.
"Sir, I was just wondering what has made you so angry." Draco asked in his most innocent tone.
"Well, a certain professor re-sorted my least favorite student, and said student is now in my house." The whole time he said this, his eyes were on Harry.
"So are you blaming Professor Dumbledore or Harry?" Hermione asked in the same almost innocent tone.
"Both," Snape snapped.
"But sir, I didn't do anything" Harry stood up outraged.
"Oh yes you did Potter! You requested the change!" Snape yelled.
"I didn't mean it." With the rising of Harry's temper he could feel the control on his magic slipping.
"That doesn't matter, Potter," Snape spat his name like it was something foul, "You still were placed in my house making you my responsibility."
With the last said Harry's grip was lost. He grew pale and shook slightly. "There is way too many innocents in here, I need out, now." He quickly turned and walked out of the potions classroom, not noticing that he was glowing a faint green. Once Harry was out of the Potions room he started running. He ran through the dungeons all the way to the Entrance Hall. Mentally he called his broom and then slipped outside.
Once outside Harry stopped trying to control his magic and just let it go, knowing that was the best option. He walked slowly to the Quidditch pitch waiting for his broom to come to him. "How he manages to piss me off every single day is a wonder unto itself." Harry let his eyes travel around him noticing the wind his magic was creating, and the way the weather was changing. "Seems like a thunderstorm is coming. I didn't know I could change the weather, well Hermione did say that once a Cattersine's magic had settled they could do just about anything… except maybe raise the dead." Harry shuddered, "that is just a nasty sight, why anyone would do that, I don't know."
Harry's broom suddenly zoomed out of the school to him, "Finally!" Harry said in Parseltongue, not quite cooled down enough to speak in English, but not comfortable enough to speak in Cattersine. He caught his broom and mounted it so he could finish the trek to the pitch faster. Harry leaned forward on his Firebolt to make it pick up speed.
He whooped when he reached the pitch pulling his broom up to a vertical climb. When he started to pass above clouds he flipped backwards and dove vertically to the ground. Harry's broom picked up speed hurtling to the ground at a death defying pace. He briefly wondered what would happen if he didn't pull his broom up, but the shook his head and pulled up to fly parallel to the ground at the last possible second, ending up only a foot or two about the ground.
Harry proceeded to do many complicated twists and dives, calming his nerves from losing control of his magic. He stopped practicing his many stunts when it started to rain and he just hovered a couple yards from the ground watching as the Hogwarts Grounds were consumed by the grey sheen of rain.
While sitting there Harry let his thought drift over many subjects not truly concentrating on anything, until he remembered what happened in Dumbledore's office.
"We can't have a dark creature in Gryffindor. I need to talk to Neville; Harry can't be the chosen one especially if he is a rare dark creature that holds too much power. An unexpected death after he becomes a Slytherin, yes that will work."
Harry knew he was a dark creature, thanks to Hermione, but so what, that didn't mean he couldn't be in Gryffindor. Really, Remus was a dark creature and he was in Gryffindor, what was the difference? So Cattersines were rare and only showed up every couple of centuries, what was his point?
And what was that all about Dumbledore needing to talk to Neville? Wouldn't one think that being a rare dark creature be good? And what was with all this chosen one crap? If Harry wasn't the chosen one then what was Dumbledore going to do, convince Neville he was the chosen one, whatever that was?
And why would Dumbledore want Harry dead? Didn't he know that becoming a rare dark creature entitled him to ultimate power? Meaning an old fool like him, even a powerful old fool like him, couldn't kill him? Like that would work.
(Unexpected A/N: Hey if you're slightly confused the past three paragraphs were Harry's mulling over what he had found out.)
If that was the way Dumbledore worked, Harry wanted out, now. "Hmmm, maybe the dark side wouldn't be so bad. I need to talk Draco into bringing me over to lovely little Voldemort."Harry smiled, not a happy smile either, a cruel, malicious smile. "Maybe I can catch him before Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry flew off the pitch and shoot toward the castle, making it to the entrance in no time. He landed easily, despite all the mud. As he entered the school, he sent his broom back to the rooms and waved his hand lightly, making it look like he had never left the castle. Then off he raced, to the Potions class room, his ears flopping and his tail flying out behind him.
He was right, potions was just getting out when he reached the Potions room. Sadly, though, the first person who walked out was not Draco, but Ron.
Ron zeroed in on Harry and pushed the smaller boy down to the ground, "This is what you get for leaving Gryffindor, Potter." Ron pulled back his hand about to punch Harry.
Before Ron could even land a strike on Harry a voice came out of the crowd of watching students, "Weasley what is the meaning of this?"
Harry's and Ron's heads snapped to see Professor Snape standing there with an infuriated Draco standing next to him. Ron gaped, "Well… err… umm…." He apparently couldn't come up with an excuse to explain why he was about to beat up his best friend.
"Well then, fifty points from Gryffindor and detention with me every Wednesday and Friday for the next month." Snape sneered, "Ten points to Slytherin, for Mr. Malfoy coming to get me."
Ron walked away scowling and grumbling to himself.
"I just noticed something." Neville said cocking his head to the side.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"With Harry in Slytherin and Ron getting us point taken away daily, there is no way we're going to win the house cup." Neville frowned.
"Not to mention they probably listed him on as Seeker already, so there goes the Quidditch cup." Dean said looking slightly annoyed, "You know I really hate Dumbledore for making Harry swap houses right now."
They turned and walked away.
Harry shook his head, "I love how they talk about me now like I'm not even here." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He turned his head back to Snape and Draco. What he saw was a funny sight. Snape was tilting his head to the side in a thoughtful way and Draco was giving Snape an odd look. "May I ask why you two look like that?"
"Oh, Professor Snape is mulling over what the Gryffindork just said." Draco answered nonchalantly.
"Which part?"
"All of it, right Professor?" Draco turned to Snape.
"Well, I can see the possible positive that you, Pot- err- Mr. Potter, are now in Slytherin. For one, we will without a doubt win the Quidditch cup, and somehow you always manage to pull house points at last minute. So the house cup is most likely ours." Snape said and then turned back into his classroom.
"Well that was out of character," Harry commented.
"When it comes down to house points Severus is pretty open… actually when it comes to beating Gryffindor he is even more open, even in welcoming the ex- Gryffindor Golden Boy." Draco looked back toward his godfather.
"Oh, well I was wondering, do you support the dark lord?" Harry pulled himself up and walked over to Draco.
"Shhh someone might hear you, but yes." Draco looked around and then started walking.
"Well, could you set up a meeting between him and me… I'm thinking about going Dark… but I have some boundaries." Harry followed him.
"Uhh, yeah, but I can't promise he will, umm how do I say it, want to meet with you, peacefully."
"Well, he'll just have to deal with it."
A/N: Okay I know it's shorter than the last chapter, but I'm only setting up things… guys I'm just letting you know, Harry's dumb streak has officially ended! He is smart again… though he is still in his own little world… a lot. But what can I say; he's just cute like that.
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