A/N- First I would just like to apologize to everyone who reads this story. I'm sorry it took so long to update, but um my dad passed away and I just didn't have the energy to write this. But now I do and I owe you guys a chapter. So here it is.
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I'd say some more, but it might give away some things so I'll just say everything else at the end. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Before I begin, I warn you, this has been written a little differently. I liked what dead feather said about needing more P.O.V. So I thought it might be interesting to get the viewpoints of some different people. I tried to be suspenseful. Tried being the operative word here.
Chapter 13- There's A Type of Pride in Loyalty
"Watch where you're walking Weasel, I know you're a blithering idiot but that's no excuse to bump into people,"
Ron whipped his head back to only snarl as he saw the one person he didn't want to see today of all days. Malfoy.
Sure he never liked seeing the git but ever since the announcement last night of the re-sorting, he especially didn't need to have the blond relish in the fact that HIS Harry, as he liked to point out, was going to stay in his house. To be a Slytherin.
He'd like to believe Harry would come back to Gryffindor, but with the recent events circling Malfoy and Harry he wasn't so sure anymore. He couldn't understand Harry's undying devotion to the prat. He attacked THEIR friends, did Merlin knows what to him and yet there he was. Hating Malfoy at one moment then kissing his feet in another. He would have loved to have heard or have seen Malfoy's manipulation tactics on Harry this time. He was surprised the git hadn't just made Harry his personal slave. Or you-know-who's.
" And you're an arrogant twat ferret, doesn't mean you get to walk around the castle like you own the place," He snapped back, watching in sheer delight as Malfoy slowly turned around, giving him his famous Malfoy sneer.
"That's brave coming from the man who willingly let me shove my cock up their ass. Repeatedly. Don't forget jinxing his brother into the infirmary, oh and taking his best mate away from him," Malfoy taunted, his trademark smirk crawling up his angular face.
He outwardly seethed, watching the git's smirk disappear completely as he shoved his wand right under his pointy chin, "Fuck you Malfoy, this isn't a competition,"
"Isn't it though? And clearly I'm winning since I have your precious golden boy," Malfoy retorted back, an evil glint flashing in his silver eyes. Malfoy then took a step back, turning around and opening the Great Hall doors.
"I wasn't done," He snarled, running up to stand in front of Malfoy again. Arrogant twat, can't even keep an uncivilized conversation with him.
"Oh I'm sorry, clearly I was, and bored of this conversation and honestly I'm not afraid of you blood traitor. You can barely hold your wand right, let alone actually perform a curse properly," Malfoy stated, taking out his wand finally, twirling it around his thin, manicured fingers. He stopped, a curious look passing his aristocratic features. "Unless…. wait, do you actually want something from me? Here to beg for your boxers back because I've become quite fond of them, they make such a great decoration over our door,"
"YOU...eugh….I swear to Merlin I'll….," He ranted, his thoughts jumbled as his rage consumed him. He wanted to just jinx the smirk right off the git's face. Or better yet, curse him so badly he had to go to St. Mungo's and never come back.
"You'll what? Speak up Weasley, I don't understand stupid," Malfoy sneered, putting his wand under his chin. "I can't begin to fathom how Harry deals with your idiocy on a regular basis,"
Before he could do something he wouldn't have regretted in the least, someone spoke up behind him. "Lower your wand Malfoy, and walk away,"
Ron turned, relieved to see Hermione behind him and close behind her were his brothers, his sister and most of their friends in the Gryffindor house. It was weird not to see Harry with them, he always knew what comeback to say to Malfoy to get under his skin.
"Aw how cute, you have mudblood fight your battles for you. I guess with Harry fighting mine, you have to resort to trash,"
"Why don't you shut your mouth Malfoy before we send you to the infirmary again, and this time it won't be for a week," Fred retorted, him and the rest of their group nodding in agreement.
"I was completely drunk off my ass, you got lucky. I'd like to see you try when I'm sober. Because let's face it, Slytherins are just better at jinxes, curses and the dark arts in general. I could at least put 5 of you down before you can even begin to think of any spell to use on me," Malfoy bragged, forcing his chin up with his wand so their eyes met. He hated the fact the ferret was taller than him. And that his eyes were mesmerizing. "So why don't you, and the rest of your rag tag group of blood traitors and mudbloods leave me the hell alone. I get that you resent the fact Harry chose me, again over you but there's nothing any of you can do about it. I won, like I always do,"
"You really think Harry is going to choose you and your pureblood house? Wow Malfoy, more delusional than usual. Harry was forced into Slytherin and became friends with you out of convenience. I mean, how else was he to survive with you snakes. But on Sunday, when not only we beat you at Quidditch like we always do, you'll also lose Harry because he'll choose Gryffindor. He knows who his real friends are," Ginny spat back.
Ron watched as a conflicted expression passed on the git's face for the first time. So he's worried about Harry choosing Gryffindor too? Hm, guess that relationship isn't as solid as he thought.
That didn't last long though as Malfoy's grin widened to an unhealthy proportion.
"It did start out that way, but even Malfoy knows that,"
He jumped, him and the rest of his group turning to face the familiar voice. There stood Harry with the same smile and evil glint in his eyes as Malfoy's. Harry smirked at all of them before walking through them to his master.
Only a month ago Harry was at his side defending his, and the rest of Gryffindor's honor against the slippery ferret as Harry once called Malfoy. He could remember like it was yesterday when he was rolling his eyes as Harry ranted, again about something miniscule the git had done. Harry had hated Malfoy just as much as they did. Even more.
What was happening to Harry?
"See it all started with a truce him and I had so we could at least live together without killing each other. Then well, it turned into…. this," Harry went on, putting his hand on Malfoy's shoulder. He watched in curiosity as Draco smiled at Harry in a way he'd never seen before. Was that actual sincerity in his facial expression? There was an obvious silent exchange between the two before Harry turned back to face them. "At this point, I'm leaning more toward Slytherin. Theres… certain benefits they give me that Gryffindor just doesn't possess,"
What?
"What? You can't be serious," Ginny snarled, making Malfoy chuckle darkly. He watched, dumbfounded as Draco softly ran his fingers through Harry's hair, looking at him as if he was a prize. Damn fucking prat. "What in Merlin's name could Malfoy and his pureblood wanna be death eater posse give you that we can't?"
"You should be asking what can't we give him Weaslette. Harry's just choosing the house that fits his needs better and trust me, we can fulfil any of his needs," Malfoy drawled, winking at Harry then.
So he was right. Why was this happening? How was this happening? Fucking Malfoy. Fucking Slytherin. Fucking sorting hat. He was done with this! No more being nice. No more trying to accept Malfoy and Harry's friendship.
"Fine. That's it. I can't do this anymore," He said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Fine Harry you want choose Malfoy, the arrogant twat who not only sold you out several times to numerous teachers so you'd get detention, made fun of you daily for the past Merlin knows how many years, attacked you on some of those occasions. Oh and don't forget he only likes purebloods. He'll eventually get bored, like he always does, of the novelty of you being the boy-who-lived and dump you. Or sell you to the dark lord because come on, he'll become a death eater just like dear old daddy. And we won't be there to save you Harry. Because on Sunday if you choose Slytherin, we are no longer friends. I can't speak for all of them, but I'm sick of watching Malfoy use you and you just taking it. He will never care about you Harry, get that through your stubborn head of yours! He'd love see all of us dead by the hands of you-know-who, and you too. Don't forget that!,"
He watched, satisfied as Harry finally wiped that smug smile off his face. Good, he thought, hopefully he got into Harry's head. He didn't want to see his best mate dead at the hands of you-know-who. Or Malfoy. But he was done being chosen over that git.
He turned, storming over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring Harry's protests. He was done hearing Harry's excuses. It was him or Malfoy. That was it.
Astoria sat, perched on her favorite armchair in the Slytherin common room, reading over her Potions homework. Who honestly cares about the ingredients of a sleeping draught? She looked up, again, for the 29th time wondering where Harry and Draco were.
She was dying to ask both of them what happened in the Great Hall this morning. All she saw was Draco, then Harry squaring off with his friends. She knew it had something to do with the Headmaster's announcement about the re-sorting. Or the re, re-sorting. Her opinion, Harry should just stay in Slytherin. Psht. Gryffindor was nothing without him. Everyone knows Gryffindor is second last to being the worst house. Next to Hufflepuff. Slytherin was the best, and from watching Harry since he arrived, was better suited in the silver and green. He was dating Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, part of the inner circle of the Slytherins and seeker to their team. What does Gryffindor offer him? Ginny Weasley? Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger? Yeah…. no. Blood traitors and mudbloods. Not that she cared. But really, Ginny was NOTHING compared to the amazing, gorgeous man that was, Draco Malfoy. And really, anyone could replace Granger and Weasel. Perhaps Draco and herself. She may not be smart like Granger, but she sure as hell was cunning enough to pass it off.
But she was dying to know Harry's opinion. He was, after all the one who was going to choose. Knowing Draco he'd use some manipulation tactic to keep the raven haired wizard in Slytherin. Or shag him into staying. Whichever was easier.
She looked up again, smiling as she saw Draco and Harry walking in together laughing about something unknown to her. She was glad to see they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. She didn't want to admit this, but she'd gotten attached to the ex-Gryffindor. And everyone knows if he chose Gryffindor, she wouldn't be able to talk to him. No Slytherin would be.
"Harry, Draco, the two boys I wanted to speak to," She exclaimed, throwing her potions book back into her bag. She turned to the two first year Slytherins sitting on the couch across from her. "Hey, firsties, SCRAM! Or I'll jinx you so badly you'll be on the next train home, "
She smirked, satisfied as they scurried up the stairs before you could say Salazar. She turned back to watch as Draco took a seat where the first years sat, Harry quickly following suit, laying his head in Draco's lap.
"Must be something important to threaten first years," Harry said, looking up at Draco. She would have awed if she didn't have an agenda. "So Torie, what can we do for you?"
"What else? Tell me what happened with the weasel! I heard there was an ultimatum!" She exclaimed, watching as both their face expressions turned solemn.
"Yeah. Ron or Slytherin. To be honest it's more Ron or Draco," Harry finally replied, sighing, closing his eyes as she watched Draco softly run his fingers through Harry's messy raven locks.
The nerve of that weasel! How dare he make Harry have to choose between Draco or him. If it was her, it would be no contest. Draco for sure but she knew the redhead meant something to him. If he was the reason Harry left Slytherin she would personally make him pay.
"Fucking weasel. That's no fair to you Harry," She snarled, slamming her hand into the black leather of the armrest.
"You're telling me. All I want is to be left alone. If I want to be a Slytherin, then why does it matter to them? I still want to be their friends. No house would change that. But here we go again, Draco or them. I mean, honestly, get over it."
She watched Draco, wondering what his opinion was. He seemed completely unfazed by the whole situation. Before she could ask, the door to the common room swung open. She turned to see Professor Snape saunter in, his usual cold, callous eyes, sweeping the room.
"Ah Potter, there you are,"
Both boys untangled themselves from each other, embarrassed. She didn't understand why they didn't just tell everyone they were together. Come on, it was pretty obvious by now.
"Professor Snape, what do you want?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing at their potions teacher. Though she could see past that cold expression a faint pink sprinkling his face. She knew he was still embarrassed about their little encounter when he was under some type of spell.
"It's not a social call I promise. Though Draco, we will be speaking about what I just saw later," Snape said, turning his attention to Harry. "I'm here about your decision about the sorting for Sunday,"
"What? I have till tomorrow, after the Quidditch game!"
"Yes, you do. But I'm here to get your answer now, I figured you already made up your decision,"
"He's obviously choosing Slytherin," Draco said, finally speaking for the first time since he arrived into the Slytherin common room.
"Oh is he? Because I heard from the Headmaster that you're the reason for this whole resorting business," Snape said, a rare smile spreading on his face.
Oh shit!
"WHAT!?"
"He didn't tell you? Oh, well this is awkward. I'll leave you two to discuss it then, but you will tell me your answer later Potter,"
Snape quickly made his exit, seemingly satisfied with the situation. She wondered if this was his whole intention. She knew Professor Snape detested Harry almost as much as Draco used to.
She watched as Draco jumped up, off the couch glaring down at Harry. Should she say something?
"Dray it's not like that. It was weeks ago," Harry said, reaching out to Draco, but he pulled away.
"OH! So what? We get in one little fight and you just decide you want back into your precious house?! I was nice to your nasty little friends to get you. I sacrificed my reputation in Slytherin for you! Because we were trying this! You were the one who wanted a truce. I would have been happy watching you get humiliated and beaten. But no! I decided to give this a chance," Draco yelled, roughly shoving Harry. "Fuck you Potter,"
"You sacrificed yourself? Oh really? And I haven't? I became friends with YOU! Did you not hear Ron list the atrocities you've done to me over the years and I looked past all of it. I went against mine and my friends better judgement and went along with this," Harry yelled back, shoving Draco even harder.
She jumped up, standing in between the two of them. She didn't want to see them fight. Especially not this close to re-sorting.
"Oh little scared Potter went against the rules once. You make Slytherin sound like joining the dark side. And by the way, you've done some pretty nasty things to me too Harry, don't make yourself sound so high and mighty. And you think being friends with you was okay with the Slytherins? As your precious Ron pointed out, most of these people do have ties to the death eaters and would love to see you dead. But we changed that didn't we? They love you now. All thanks to me. So don't make it sound like you've sacrificed a lot. I have too. My father hasn't spoken to me in weeks because of what I've done,"
"Aw death eater daddy won't talk to you. That might be a good thing. Don't forget Draco, he wants me dead. So does his precious boss. And yet here I am, dating you out of all people. He tried to kill me at the Triwizard tournament, and don't pretend you don't know. I'm sure Lucius bragged about that for months,"
Astoria watched as Draco fumed, pointing his wand directly at Harry. She watched as Harry looked from Draco's wand to his eyes. He made no attempt to get his own.
"Fuck you Harry! Don't ever talk about my father like you know him. Or what he does." Draco snarled, taking a step closer to Harry. She put her hands out in front of her, pushing Draco back. She didn't want him to do anything he regretted. "So that's it then huh Harry. Were back to the death eater argument, I knew we would be. It still bothers you doesn't it? That my father is a death eater, I thought you got over that?"
"Oh course I haven't! Voldemort wants me dead Draco. Dead. And so does your father," Harry screamed back, finally drawing some attention from upstairs as a bunch of third years came peeking out behind the staircase.
"Go back upstairs now," She yelled, taking out her wand to make her point. They scurried back up the stairs and she waved a silencing charm over the room for assurance. She had a feeling they wouldn't want their conversation overheard. Though she wasn't leaving.
"Oh so what? I must be like my father then? I'll just decide one day that I want you dead too. Is that what you're afraid of?" Draco stated, advancing on Harry. She tried getting in between them again but Draco pushed her aside. She watched as Draco towered over Harry, his wand underneath Harry's chin.
"No, I didn't mean it that way Draco," Harry said, reaching out to touch Draco's face but his hand was pushed aside.
"Then what did you mean Harry because that's what it sounds like. I thought we got past this," Draco said, his voice going softer. HIs menacing look slowly disappearing
"We did," Harry replied, reaching out again to touch Draco's face. This time Draco didn't turn away from the touch. "Let's just go to bed."
"I need to know one thing Harry. I need you to tell me you trust me," Draco asked, his eyes boring into Harry's. She watched in silence as the two stood there staring at each other for a long time. Finally Draco spoke up, "You can't, can you?"
"Dray… I….I don't know," Harry finally replied, his voice small. She noticed a tear fall from Harry's eyes as he looked at Draco.
Draco nodded then, taking a step back from Harry, making his way toward the common room stairs. Draco was obviously having a mental conversation with himself as he stood there before addressing Harry.
"Well that's it then. Good. You can go back to your precious Gryffindors, and I can go back to being the proper Slytherin Prince. We'll be Malfoy and Potter. Like we should be," Draco said finally, his face expressionless.
She could feel Harry's heart-break as the man fell to his knees. "Don't do this Dray,"
"I have to. We have to. I mean I'm the son of a death eater, and you're the boy-who-lived. Obviously that matter's to you. My feelings are still the same as they were in that broom closet. I want you Harry. I don't care about any of it. But this is who I am, take it or leave it. I am done trying to prove to you I'm not a monster," Draco replied, shrugging slightly as he started to walk up the winding staircase.
She watched, begging mentally for Harry to get up and follow the silver haired man but he made no attempt to get up. Oh for the love of Salazar, why was this happening? At this point she would have liked to kill the dark lord and the entire house of Gryffindor so they two of them would just shut and do it. And be happy.
"Why didn't you go after him? Why don't you tell him about our plan. I'll go tell him," She finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had arisen.
"NO, don't, it's probably for the best we end it this way," Harry said, taking a seat on the couch.
She quickly joined him, confused to say the least. What? Harry really wanted to go back to Gryffindor. Why in Salazar's name would anyone want to be in that house? And not being with Draco Malfoy! What? Was he going to run back to Weaslette. Ew.
"Why? I thought you liked Draco. I mean you two just got over all of this, I don't get why it matters now, when it didn't a week ago,"
"I don't know anymore. It doesn't really. Except do I really want to lose all of my friends in Gryffindor with a relationship with Malfoy out of all people? I thought he was worth it, but when he freaked out it hurt. I mean trust goes both ways,"
"Look Harry, can I give you a piece of advice," She asked, wrapping an arm around Harry. He looked up, nodding for her to continue. "If they don't want to be friends with you because of Draco Malfoy then dump them. You're in a house with some of the most talented pure-blood wizards in the world. Most of us aren't like our parents. You rally them to your cause, you won't even need Weasley or Granger. From what I've seen, everyone here controls you. They see that they're losing control and making you second guess yourself. Don't. Do whatever you want! Don't let Dumbledore or any of the rest of them manipulate you. They know you're the only hope and they're using that to their advantage. This is their last hoorah. Like I told you before, do what YOU want! What feels right and stick it to those prude, controlling freaks,"
"They're not really manipulating me, they want what's best for me,"
"Do they? Do they really? If they did, they wouldn't care that you're in Slytherin, shaking up with Hogwart's resident bad boy. Maybe they're are things they aren't telling you. Maybe about you-know-who and the war. You've only ever been exposed to their side. Maybe you should ask Draco sometime about his side. About the death eaters. There is always two sides of the story," She said, jumping up from the couch. She was done trying to convince Harry. "Look do whatever you want. I think you should choose Slytherin. Now I'm off to bed and if you don't follow me, you'll be forced to sleep in a very awkward room with Draco, who may kill you right now,"
Harry looked up, smiling for the first time since he'd come into the common room. He nodded, following her up the stairs and to the girls dorm rooms.
She had a feeling that no matter what house Harry chose, a war was coming between the houses. A nasty one.
"So why are we talking to Draco? He can't deny us out of Slytherin,"
"Have you forgotten already Blaise, Draco controls the Slytherins, and if we want back properly, we better be welcomed in. He'll find it rude if we don't. Look I don't want to suck up to that narcissistic prick any more than you do, but I also don't want to be ostracized when we get back either,"
"This is ludicrous. I mean we were his best friends,"
"Yes we were but we got re-sorted. Then someone made out with his now boyfriend,"
Pansy watched as Blaise blushed slightly as they made their way toward the Quidditch pitch. She did not understand the attraction to the Slytherin wanna be. He was nothing more but a glorified half wit. So he was the boy-who-lived. She never understood the awe of that title. The dark lord got sloppy, that was it. Like he could really kill him.
But somehow that ensnared Draco Malfoy. One of the most handsome men she'd ever set her eyes on. He had the most ravishing white blond hair, and brilliant silver, grey eyes. And it helped that his body had grown into a shapely masterpiece. One even statues were envious of. With a personality of aristocratic wickedness. And he came from one of the wealthiest, purest houses in the wizarding world. A man that enchanting deserved someone just as exquisite. But no, he chooses Harry fucking Potter. A man, who only just a month ago learned what a comb and hair gel was. And finally stopped wearing clothes made for a troll. Sure, now the man looked, presentable. But definitely not in the league of Draco Malfoy. Not in the least.
Not that she was surprised. Draco had been pining over the git since third year. Maybe even sooner. And somehow the ex-Gryffindor even got the attention of Blaise Zabini, who was quite choosy about his sexual partners. She hoped for the sake of her sanity Potter moved back to Gryffindor so her boys would finally stop being under the scarhead spell. Then everything could go back to normal. Her being Draco's second, being by his side. Having all her privileges back that came with being in Slytherin. She was getting real tired of actually doing her own homework. And learning gossip second hand. Not spreading it herself.
"I stuck it to Draco for once. It was nice. But I do want this re-sorting experiment to be over," Blaise replied, as they finally got toward the edge of the pitch where she could see Draco addressing the team.
She waved him over, hoping that this worked. Draco was never one to forgive and forget. There was going to be consequences for their "betrayal' as Draco would call it to the Slytherins. It's not as if they asked for what happened but she knew Draco would never see it that way.
"What can I do for you two. I thought I made this clear to you Zabini, I have nothing to say to you. Either of you for that matter," Draco said as he approached them.
"Look Draco, we get it. We left Slytherin. We betrayed the house. But we want to come back. There's the re-sorting today," She exclaimed, watching as Draco's cool and collected exterior broke for a moment as a fury flashed in his brilliant grey eyes.
"I know, that's all anyone is talking about. So what do you want me to do about it? Give you my blessing. I know you are reason for all of this," Draco spat, getting right up in her face. She gulped, she'd never seen Draco this mad. Especially at her.
"Hey back off Draco," Blaise spoke up, pushing Draco away from her. "Look Harry said he'd help her get us back into Slytherin. He succeeded. That doesn't sound like our fault. Besides why does it matter? You have everything you want, so just stop with your Slytherin pride bullshit,"
"Oh but it is my dear old friend, it is. Because of you, Harry is again questioning everything that is Slytherin. That is his friendships and me. Did you two not hear about the Weasels little ultimatum to Harry yesterday? Apparently the whole Gryffindor house is backing the Weasel's threat. And it's all thanks to you two," Draco stated, taking out his wand to twirl it between his fingers. She knew this tactic well. Draco was debating a way of torturing them. This was one side of him she never liked seeing. Draco could be, cruel if he wanted to be. He was one of the most sadistic people she knew. "I have worked, and worked on manipulating Harry into choosing me over those half wits. I moulded him into the perfect disciple. But now, he might go back to them. Do you know what I sacrificed? I slept with more than one Gryffindor. I played nice to some of them. I haven't even retaliated since they attacked me. I spoke about my feelings. I even let Harry play dominant in our relationship more than once now. Do you know what I want now? Harry to completely, and utterly surrender to me. And I was so close too. But no, you two had to ask for Harry to get you back into Slytherin,"
"Finally," Blaise spoke up, clapping slowly. She looked at him confused. "So you finally divulge your secret plan. I knew it!"
"Of course I had a plan, I am a true, cunning, manipulative Slytherin after all," Draco retorted back.
So that was it? Even she was surprised a little. She knew Draco wanted Harry but now as the pieces were laid out in front of her, she finally understood what had been happening since the re-sorting.
"Look we're sorry. But we don't want to be in those, poor excuses for houses. Slytherin is where we belong,"
"You better still believe that when it's all over tonight. Because if Harry doesn't choose Slytherin, I will make your stay as uncomfortable and miserable as possible. I will torture you in ways you've never thought possible," Draco snarled, his wand pointed at the two of them now.
"And what are we supposed to do? Convince him?" Pansy asked, a shiver descending down her spine.
"No, like I trust either of you with that. I've taken care of it. I played the hurt boyfriend. I haven't spoken to him since our little lover's spat last night. You better hope my little manipulation tactic worked. Because as the saying goes, Malfoy's always get what they want. And if we don't, well we take care of those in our way. And trust me, you two are on my list," Draco said, the most cruel smirk spreading on his aristocratic features.
With that, Draco turned and made his way toward the Slytherin Quidditch team. What in Salazar's name was she going to do?
Neville shuffled through the massive crowd that was gathering inside the stands. He wanted to get a good seat before the game began. He noticed Hermione, Ron and the rest of his friends from the Gryffindor house but he didn't really want to sit with them. After everything they were doing to Harry, it just didn't feel right.
He felt sorry for the guy. He just got together with Malfoy and now the entire Gryffindor house was trying to manipulate him into coming back and dump Malfoy. Not that they had any idea they were together. He really couldn't understand their unquestionable devotion to get Harry back into Gryffindor. Not that he liked the Slytherins or anything, it just didn't seem preeminent for Harry to be in Gryffindor in his opinion. Harry was still Harry no matter what house he was in.
He looked up to see the very man on his mind. He jogged up the stairs and made his way toward the Ravenclaw section. He waved as he came closer. Harry nodded in his direction before turning back to continue talking to Luna Lovegood.
He finally made his way to Harry's section, taking the seat next to him. He noticed Harry seemed unlike himself, quite depressed he noted. "Hey, you okay? Not seating with the Slytherins,"
"No, I don't feel like seating with either house," Harry said in a quiet voice.
He couldn't even begin to imagine the strife he was going through with either of the houses. He never really did understand the importance of what house you belonged to. Not that he ever wanted to be in Slytherin, it just seemed stupid to put so much importance on what house one belonged to.
"Nice hat Luna," He finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Thanks Neville, it roars," Luna said, looking up from her upside down Scribbler. She took her wand from behind her ear and tapped it, making a quite realistic roar come from the mouth of the lion. "It's good isn't it? I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but now Harry's a Slytherin and I felt it might come off as rude,"
"I might not be soon," Harry replied, putting his head in his hands. Luna patted Harry comfortingly on the back. "I don't expect you to like the Slytherins because I'm one,"
"It's not that I don't like the Slytherins, it's just that they don't like me. But now you're one, and you make the rest not so bad. Even Draco smiles more and is less volatile when you're around him, but that's because Draco's in love with you, not that he'll ever admit that you, or himself really, " Luna replied, smiling at both of them before returning to her magazine.
He watched as Harry just looked at Luna dumbfounded. He couldn't help but laugh, Luna was one to be very perceptive when she wanted to be.
"So have you decided what house you're going to be in?" Neville asked, noticing the game had already started. As the Gryffindor side of the pitch screamed out, Gryffindor was already 30 points up.
"I don't know. Every time I decide, I remember all the things that I like in the other house. Like now, I could be playing Quidditch,"
"I'm sure the Gryffindors will let you on their team if you come back,"
"Yeah that's not what I meant. Don't tell anyone, but I'm actually the seeker for the Slytherin team,"
He felt his jaw fall open as he looked at Harry. He glanced onto the pitch to see that Draco was currently the seeker of the Slytherin team.
"Wait Malfoy actually let you be seeker? What position does he play then?" He asked, unable to comprehend Draco Malfoy letting Harry take his position as seeker. Malfoy had always been so proud to be seeker of the Slytherin team. He was pretty sure the man gloated about it at least once a day.
"Yup. He was our lead chaser, which right now would be really helpful. Linus is just awful," Harry pointed out as indeed Linus Crowley fumbled the quaffle again.
"So why aren't you playing right now?"
"Draco and I had quite the fight last night. He is currently not speaking to me. Well no that's not true, the only words he's said to me was that I couldn't be on the team because of opposing alliances. He made a good point, I'm so conflicted. It's probably not a good thing that I play right now. Not to mention that might upset Ron and have me banned from Gryffindor for life," Harry stated, making him laugh.
"Well I…"
"COME ON THAT WAS A FOUL!" Harry screamed, jumping to his feet. He quickly looked to the pitch to see Malfoy clutching his right arm, Fred and George with obvious matching mischievous grins. "THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY ATTACKING DRACO ON PURPOSE!"
"You don't seem conflicted," Neville finally said, watching Harry fume above him. He looked down, quickly taking a seat- obviously embarrassed as he drew attention to himself in the Ravenclaw crowd.
"It's not fair, that's all. I mean Draco doesn't deserve that. They're doing it because of me," Harry said, his eyes completely fixated on the pitch.
They both sat in silence as the game continued. He could tell Harry was rooting for the Slytherin's, it was all over his face. He wondered if the man noticed at all how obvious he was being. He knew the man cared about Draco deeply, and as much as he was devoted to the Gryffindors, he might always have a deeper connection to the Slytherins.
It had been a half and hour since the game began, and Gryffindor was up 80-10. The Slytherin team was playing poorly to say the least. He watched as Linus taunted Kate Bell as he finally scored a goal. He watched as she and Fred conversed in the air for a moment. In mere minutes he watched a bludger hit Linus square in the face, obviously hit on purpose in his direction by Kate, who was holding a bat.
"OH COME ON! SERIOUSLY THAT BETTER BE A FOUL! I KNOW THE KID IS A LITTLE PRICK BUT COME ON!" Harry screamed out, again for the twentieth time as the Gryffindor team targeted a Slytherin. It was pretty obvious both teams were cheating at this point. "Sweet Merlin, he's probably not going to be able to play,"
He watched as Draco Malfoy called for a time out to check on poor Linus. He felt a little bad for the kid as he watched the blood seep out of his nose as he was escorted back to the Slytherin changing rooms.
"Why don't you go and be a substitute?" Luna asked, finally speaking up for the first time since the game started.
"I can't, no substitutes," Harry replied.
"Yes, most times but this isn't a world cup match. This is Hogwarts and since they're making it a foul they'll probably let Malfoy have a substitute*" Luna said, "Besides Slytherin could use a decent player right now. Might actually make this game interesting,"
"Should I?" Harry asked, turning in his direction. "Draco would never allow it,"
"You obviously want to play Harry. We won't judge you," He replied, shrugging. Though he knew if Harry played for Slytherin, there was a considerable change the Slytherin's would win. He was the reason Gryffindor won most times.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to go see. I mean, I could hide my face with a helmet and what not. And I owe Draco that much," Harry said, obviously trying to reassure himself.
"Remember Harry, a house doesn't define you, you define the house," Luna said mystically, her eyes glazing over like usual.
Harry nodded, quickly getting up and leaving them, off toward the changing rooms to join the Slytherin Quidditch team. Who knew that would ever happen Neville thought curiously as he fixed his eyes back on the pitch.
Miles watched in slight amusement as Draco berated poor Linus who had blood just streaming down his face at this point. The Gryffindors were really giving them their all today. . Even cheating. If he didn't detest them so much, he would have been impressed. They were losing horrifically and if something didn't change soon, they were obviously going to lose, even if Draco caught the snitch. He could only block so many shots to the goalposts. He needed better chasers, he needed Draco.
Actually they needed Harry. He couldn't understand Draco's adamant ruling on Potter not playing today. He understood that they were having some type of lover's strife but he was getting real sick of it ruining things for them. He liked Harry, as much as he hated admitting it. The man had great potential in Slytherin. He was cunning when he wanted to. Manipulative when it served him. And he was learning how to carry the Slytherin pride with grace. But this re-sorting was muddling up everything. He had no quandary with Harry being in Slytherin or Gryffindor, he just wanted them to win this bloody match.
"What were you thinking calling Kate a blood traitorous whore on the field? Call her that when she is not kicking your ass. I swear Linus I'll…"
Knocking sounded, stopping Draco from his tyrannical rant. He rolled his eyes, swaggering over to the door. He opened it to see none other than Harry Potter himself.
"Finally, someone would can talk some sense into Draco," He said, motioning for Harry to come inside. "Harry's here,"
"What do you want Potter?" Draco snarled, glaring in Harry's general direction. "Here to gloat?"
"No of course not!" Harry exclaimed, making his way toward Draco. From the looks of those two, maybe they were actually having a lover's spat. He wouldn't put it past the two of them. It was pretty obvious there was some deep seeded sexual chemistry in their mixed up relationship.
"Then why are you here?" Draco asked, crossing his arms, giving Harry the dirtiest of looks.
"Why else? Linus took a pretty bad shot to the head, and with the rate of blood loss, he's not going to last long. You need a substitute Draco, a good one," Harry said, he couldn't agree more.
"We can't have substitutes,"
"Actually, it was a foul. We might be allowed one. It's happened before," He piped up, getting an evil look thrown his way courteously of Draco.
"Thanks Miles for that insight. However I think we'll be fine," Draco stated, gesturing with his hand for Harry to leave. To his relief, Harry did no such thing.
"Don't be stubborn now Draco. You obviously need help. We've practiced with you being lead chaser. So just put aside your petty hatred for once, and let me play. Come on, Linus can't play, look at him," Harry commented, pointing toward Linus.
"I can play guys," Linus piped up, but was obviously ignored by the two of them
"Petty? It's not petty, I am quite justified in being angry with you,"
"Fine, whatever. Look Draco, let me help you, "
"Promise me you'll protect me from your little friends. Cheat if you have to,"
"I can't promise that. I don't cheat,"
"They are!"
"Look Draco we don't have time for this. Just let me play, come on, we both know Linus is terrible anyway,"
"Hey, I'm right here,"
"SHUT UP LINUS!" Harry and Draco screamed at the same time. Linus just nodded, absolutely terrified.
"You make a point. But I want you to promise me right here that you're going to play for us, and only us. And not help them!"
"Fine I promise Dray. I swear on everything that is our relationship," Harry said, coming closer to Draco. The two of them stood there for several moments, not saying a word to each other. Finally Draco pulled away, seemingly satisfied.
"Okay, suit up. We'll meet you on the pitch in 5. I'm going to go charm Madame Hooch, Salazar knows she has a soft spot for me," Draco said, fixing his already perfect hair.
Miles followed Draco as they made their way back to the pitch. "What was that all about? You didn't have to be so cruel to Harry, he was after all just trying to help us. Salazar knows we need it to win this game,"
"It's all part of the plan Miles," Draco stated, giving him his signature Malfoy smile.
"What plan?" He called out as Draco made his way toward Madame Hooch but he was obviously unheard.
He rolled his eyes, making his way back toward their teammates on the field. He watched as Harry ran out toward them, decked out in the silver and green. It was an odd sight to behold, not just because Harry was uncharacteristically wearing a helmet with an eye guard protecting his eyes. Or identity really.
"What's with the get up? Generally seekers don't wear a helmet," He commented, giving Harry a questioning look.
"Look, I haven't exactly figured out what house I want to choose and if I'm going to do this, then I need my friends not to be able to recognize who I am," Harry stated simply, shrugging.
"And it looks like the Slytherin Quidditch team has been granted a substitute for Linus Crowley, not that it's going to help the Slytherin Quidditch team. They are down 120-20 with no hope of catching up. It would take a miracle for them to win,"
He smirked as he heard Smith's voice. So Draco was able to convince Madame Hooch then. He and Harry made their way toward the centre of the pitch where the Gryffindor team was waiting.
"Who'd you find to replace Crowley Malfoy? Another prat like you?" One of the Weasley twins commented, the entire Gryffindor team erupting in laughter.
"Me actually. I have someone to replace my position as seeker," Draco drawled, he watched as the Slytherin's smirk widened.
"Aw don't think you can win by catching the snitch?" The other Weasley twin mocked, getting in Malfoy's face. "Who is your little seeker anyway? Don't they know you don't have to wear a helmet. Don't tell me you found an amateur to be your seeker!"
"Why don't you shut your mouth and mount your broom Weasley and see. We're about to decimate you, I'd watch what you say,"
Miles, and the rest of the Slytherin team turned to look at Harry with astonishment. Harry had deepened his voice to disguise it, clearly the Gryffindor team had no idea who he was. But he couldn't believe Harry just said that. To his own friends. And this was a man still unsure of what house he was choosing. Right.
"You heard the man Weasley, let's play," Draco said, mounting his broom and flying off. He quickly mounted his, he couldn't wait to win this game.
Hermione watched to her dismay as Malfoy scored yet, another goal for the Slytherins. The Slytherin team was up 150-130. It was clear that Malfoy had been practising as chaser this year. Not that she knew much about Quidditch but by the way they were playing, Draco had clear control of all his players. Including his mystery seeker.
She didn't want to admit this to anyone, but she had an inclining it was Harry. Who else would Malfoy trust to be seeker other than someone who could beat the Gryffindors? Malfoy was cunning and manipulating that way. She was sure that he'd figured out a way for Harry to join their team. Who knows, maybe he was part of their team from the very beginning. Knowing Malfoy and Harry's current relationship, anything was possible.
She was tired of worrying about Harry. Why couldn't he see that Malfoy was no good for him? She understood the appeal, he was handsome, charismatic and could charm anyone into giving him their last galleon. Everyone had been manipulated by Draco Malfoy in one way or another but she thought Harry knew better. She knew he always wanted to belong, especially with the way his relatives treated him. But Gryffindor could give Harry everything he ever dreamed of, without any of the strings that Malfoy and the Slytherin's had. They'd always been there for him, through thick and thin. From three headed dogs named fluffy to Basilisks.
She couldn't help, however noticing how much Harry embodied the trademark Slytherin traits. Not the usual ones like cunningness or manipulation. He had leadership qualities, the thirst for power and ambition. And Harry was clever when he wanted to be. She had to admit, Harry might do better in Slytherin, except Malfoy was no good for him. No doubt the blond psychopath would do something to Harry. She wouldn't put it past the Slytherin to convince Harry to join the death eaters. Or lure him to you-know-who. Malfoy was clearly a momma's boy, and seeked acceptance from his father, so he'd do anything for the two of them.
"Who in bloody Merlin's name is Malfoy's seeker? He just cobbled my sister, how is that not a foul!" Ron grumbled beside her.
She watched as the unknown seeker blatantly hit Ginny with his elbow again as they flew upward.. They must have found the snitch! Good, hopefully the game would be over soon. She wasn't a huge fan of Quidditch. It was violent and confusing.
She sighed as they both looked around, obviously losing the snitch. Great. She knew these games could go on for days.
"Their seeker is pretty good, I mean not as good as Harry, or my sister but he's giving her a run for her money," Ron commentated. She wondered, and deep down hoped that meant Harry wasn't the seeker. He knew the ins and out of Quidditch better than she did. If there was anyone who knew how Harry played, it was him. "Where is Harry anyway? Not sitting with those slippery Slytherins I hope. I'm pretty sure I convinced him of staying yesterday,"
"Do you think that was wise? Antagonizing Harry like that?" She asked, unsure of how she felt about what Ron did yesterday. She wanted Harry to come back to Gryffindor and for everything to go back to normal but she knew that was wishful thinking.
"Of course. Malfoy is manipulating Harry in Merlin knows how many ways, we had to strike in a similar fashion. Harry won't choose those snakes over us. No way. We've been there for him in countless ways, and besides, they would never stand against their precious dark lord for him, they'll sell him to him. And deep down Harry knows that. He'll come back to us," Ron stated, his voice full of confidence that she knew she didn't have. "Besides, there's a war coming, you know that. I know that. And we need Harry to be part of the Order of the Phoenix, just like Dumbledore said to us on Friday. He's our only hope against you-know-who,"
"Yes I know," She said, knowing full well what Dumbledore told them. She knew they were supposed to convince Harry to come back to Gryffindor. That it had been a big mistake for Harry to be sorted into Slytherin in the first place. She just didn't understand why he didn't put Harry back in Gryffindor before Harry became so close to Malfoy. "We should probably go find him then,"
"But… the game," Ron protested as she grabbed his hand, pulling him up.
"You can watch it while we search for him. He can't be far," She said, needing now to see Harry in person to ease her suspicions. She really needed to have more faith in him.
They walked up every level of the Gryffindor section without finding him. They moved on to the Hufflepuff side, then to the Ravenclaw section. They spotted Neville and Luna sitting together, and she guided a refusing Ron toward them.
"You guys haven't seen Harry have you?" She asked, Ron immediately sitting down and focused back on the game.
"You just missed him, he went back to his dorm. Said he had a lot of thinking to do," Neville replied, she sighed in relief.
"Deciding what house he defines," Luna muttered, completely spaced out. She glanced at her eye line as she sat next to her, noticing she was completely focused on the Slytherin seeker.
She then noticed the glint of gold in front of his face, and Ginny hot on his trail. No, the Slytherin's couldn't win. Not now. She watched with bated breath as Ginny and the unknown Slytherin seeker flew side by side, the snitch mere inches in front of their fingertips. They both dived then, riding so fast toward the ground. She felt her heart race as Ginny was surpassing the seeker by mere inches. It was then, when they were so close to the ground that the man speed up increasingly. She seen this before. Harry had done this once before in a game. They were playing chicken to see who would pull up first. Then, without any remorse, she watched the seeker elbow Ginny roughly in the stomach, forcing her fall off her broom and with one swoop he closed his fist and shot back in the air, with a screaming Ginny falling at least 5 stories toward the ground beside him.
She could hear Ron shout out, then run down the stairs and toward the pitch but she sat frozen. She watched, perplexed as the unknown seeker held his fist up high. But not toward the Slytherin spectators. But to Draco Malfoy.
"There we have it folks. 360-220, Slytherin wins, all thanks to Draco Malfoy's sadly, but brilliant chaser skills, and to their unknown seeker. Who knew there could be someone more cruel than Draco Malfoy as a seeker,with skills almost as impressive as Harry Potter, " Zacharias Smith's voice echoing in the stadium.
That's because it was Harry she thought miserably. Because who else would only want to please Malfoy himself. She feared for what was coming tonight, because she had a feeling Harry wasn't choosing Gryffindor.
Ginny pushed her brother off again as she hobbled toward the Great Hall. She didn't care if she had three cracked ribs, a broken arm and a slight concussion. She was going to supper. She was going to be there when her brother, Hermione and Harry officially returned to Gryffindor. Besides Madame Pomfrey had given her quite the powerful painkiller potion, and some other draughts and she was feeling on top of the world.
So they lost today at Quidditch, she had a feeling they could at least make it to the house cup. Besides she let the mysterious Slytherin seeker get the best of her, she wouldn't let that happen again. Maybe she could get Harry to give her a few pointers when he came back. She trusted Ron to convince Harry to come back to Gryffindor. Even though Malfoy was currently seducing him with Merlin knew what, she knew he'd see the light and come back. Especially after what their team did to her. She knew Harry cared deeply about her.
She winced as she took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table, seeing Ron, Hermione, Harry and the rest of the people who were re-sorted standing at the front facing the teacher's tables.
"So who was the mysterious seeker for Slytherin? You have to know Zach," Fred asked he took a seat next to her.
"No clue. Madame Hooch wouldn't divulge the mysterious seeker. My galleons is on Zabini. He's cruel, callous and would have every reason to hide his identity since he is still a Ravenclaw," Zachariah said, shrugging.
"Blaise is black moron," Dean said from across the table.
"It's Blaise now is it? Getting friendly with the soon to be Slytherin? Well who else would it be? The Slytherins aren't opposed to cheating, as we saw clearly today. Zabini could have casted a skin color changing spell, or potion or whatever. He is clever after all, and would do anything to please Malfoy," Zachariah replied, winking at Dean.
"Yeah but he doesn't play Quidditch, I mean we've never seen him play,"
"No one has ever gotten to play seeker since Malfoy. Who knows Zabini's potential. Like you said, we've never seen him play. Who knows what that man is capable of,"
"What about Harry.\? He'd have every reason to hide his face, and we know he can play," Dean piped up. She rolled her eyes, yeah right she thought.
"As obsessed as Harry is with Malfoy, he'd never go against us. He'd never betray us like that," Fred replied, she couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Besides Ron told me that he was sitting with Neville and Luna for most of the game. Isn't that right Neville?"
She looked down the table to watch Neville jump almost five feet in the air as his name was called. Daydreaming like usual she thought. "What oh, yeah. I saw him,"
"See, there you go. Must be Zabini then," George concluded, everyone going silent as the headmaster stood, walking over to the podium.
"Good Evening students. First, I would like to congratulate Slytherin on their most impressive victory today," Dumbledore announced, the entire Slytherin table erupting in cheers. She rolled her eyes again, bunch of cheaters. "Anyway, let's get down to business shall we? When I call your name, and the house selected, will you please take your seat at that respected house. I am truly sorry for any harm the re-sorting has caused you and hope with this correction you all will be happy. Let's begin then,"
She zoned out, listening to Professor McGonagall rattle off a bunch of names, and houses. She watched as a vast majority of the people in the front went back to their respected houses. Wow was the re-sorting ever a failure she thought. She was happy however to see Hermione, then later Ron come seat close to her. She knew they'd choose Gryffindor.
"And Blaise Zabini, Slytherin," Professor McGonagall called out, watching as the man most likely responsible for her current state walk confidently back to the Slytherin table.
"That leaves you Mr. Potter, you never gave Professor Snape the house you chose," Dumbledore announced.
Her head shot up as she noticed that indeed Harry was still standing there. He walked up the steps toward Dumbledore, obviously conversing with him. She watched as Dumbledore stood aside, motioning for Harry to take his spot.
"To answer your question Headmaster, I didn't give my answer to Professor Snape because I wanted to come up here myself and tell the entire school. This whole re-sorting business for me has become quite the scandal. Will he choose Slytherin. Will he choose Gryffindor," Harry began, the entire Great Hall erupting in screaming, all she could hear was Gryffindor. Slytherin. Being screamed by practically every student in Hogwarts. Harry raised his hands, and the whole room fell into silence. "See what I mean? Anyway, this whole ordeal has become quite personal. The Gryffindors and Slytherins giving me their ultimatums. It's them or the other. Both houses have their merits, and their downsides. I've been in Gryffindor the longest, but Slytherin has proved more enjoyable than I ever thought. My friendships in both houses mean a great deal to me. So I decided, I should choose a house that fit my traits better. Isn't that what the houses are all about?"
She nodded, knowing that, without a doubt Harry suited Gryffindor better. He was brave, daring and courageous. She'd seen it countless times.
"But that proved difficult too. I suit both houses quite well. But there were certain things I realized just hours ago that make me suited better for one house," Harry continued, stopping as he slowly undid his Slytherin cloak. Yes! He was choosing Gryffindor. She knew it! This must be the symbolism the git made Harry do at that party Ron told her about. Except the opposite. Ha, she couldn't wait to brag about that to the ferret later.
She watched, glancing from Malfoy's outraged face to Harry as the finally undid the cloak, letting it fall. She then screamed, as did most of the Great Hall as wrapped around Harry's entire body was a massive snake.
"See I realized, while I caught the snitch today and then found this snake on my way back toward the castle, that I'm not that naive little boy I used to be when I was sorted back in first year. I can speak parseltongue, I'm capable of so many things that I'd been ashamed of until I came to Slytherin. Slytherin has become my home, become my family," Harry said, a wicked grin spreading on his face.
This could not be happening! This could not be happening! This could not be happening! She thought over and over as her entire body went rigid.
She watched horrified as Harry petted the snake coiled around him, speaking to it as if it was human. He then looked back up
"I choose Slytherin, if Draco will have me," Harry finally said, looking toward Malfoy, then Dumbledore.
"Are you sure this is what you truly want Harry?" Dumbledore asked Harry, as she watched the git slowly get up and walk toward Harry.
How could Harry chose them? After everything? How could he knock her off her broom as if it didn't matter. As if she was worthless to him. Why was this happening? How was this happening?
"It is. I am sick and tired of people telling me what's best for me. I am still Harry Potter, no matter what house I'm in," Harry stated, turning as Malfoy finally made his way toward Harry.
She watched in curiosity as Malfoy and Harry stood face to face for several moments, neither of them saying a word. The entire hall fell into an uncomfortable silence as they watched the two of them. Boy-who-lived and a son of a death eater.
"So… are you going to live up to your promise to me if we won the Quidditch game?" Harry asked, she looked at the two of them in confusion. What in Merlin's name could Malfoy promise to Harry, that Gryffindor couldn't give him.
"Definitely," Malfoy exclaimed, a rare, genuine smile gracing the git's face.
Before she had time to register what was happening, Malfoy pulled Harry into him, their lips meeting in a ferocious kiss. Her jaw fell open as the whole room went into an uproar as the two of them kissed, She watched in utter dismay as Malfoy wrapped his arm around Harry, their lips firmly attached to each others. It was almost a minute before the two of them pulled apart, gasping for air.
"Did that just happen?" She heard her brother ask, everyone in Gryffindor was staring at her, then back at the disgusting display in front of them.
"SLYTHERIN"
She glanced up, tears in her eyes as she watched Malfoy shout out, his fingers entwined firmly in Harry's. How could this be happening?
Draco woke up, groaning as he clutched his head in pain. What in Salazar's name happened last night? He remembered winning the Quidditch game, thanks to Harry. Then Harry chose Slytherin, they professed their current relationship with each other in front of the entire school. Then they had a celebration party. Right.
He shouldn't have drank that much last night. Where was he anyway? He winced as he opened his eyes, noticing several hooks and brooms on the wall. Why in Salazar's name was he in a broom closet? More specifically, the Slytherin Quidditch broom closet. He glanced down, noticing a small vial and a piece of parchment. He squinted, reading the messy scratches.
Dear Draco,
If you are reading this you've finally awakened from your drunken slumber. Congratulations! If you look beside you, I've left a hangover draught for you.
Anyway, I've been thinking. Since I've actually chosen to be in Slytherin this time I felt there was a need for change. In myself. A bigger change. So I decided to channel my inner Slytherin, or my inner Malfoy if you prefer.
I was thinking, now that we're official and all, we can be more open in our affections. Or punishments. And I was thinking, we never actually celebrated our victory over the Gryffindors last night. You passed out too early. So I decided to do something about that!
As you may have noticed by now, you are completely naked and I have taken all of your clothes. And I have your wand hostage.
So here's the game. You either cower in there until classes start so you can run to safety to the Slytherin common room without being caught. Or you come find me, and I reward you. The choice is yours. The catch is you have to find me before breakfast ends.
Here's a hint. I'm where we started.
Sincerely yours, now and until I get bored of you. Or you of me. Whichever comes first.
Harry.
He groaned, indeed noticing that he was stark naked. He couldn't help though, as he drank the hangover draught, to smile. He had a feeling he was going to like having Harry as a boyfriend for awhile. Especially now that he chose him over everyone that mattered to him.
Now where did they first start?
(* I put this here because I know in Quidditch, there are no substitutes. But for my story, as you you'll read, or already know, it goes with the flow of the story.)
I figure I'll leave it here for now. Sorry that it's so long. Or is that a good thing?
Anyway a few things. Again sorry this took so long to write. I promise an update soon!. Also I promise not so many P.O.V from now on. I felt that it was helpful for this chapter. But let me know what you thought. This chapter was originally intended to be just Harry and Draco.
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