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Title: It's Magic, You Know
Chapter Title: The Letdown
Fandom: Harry Potter/Wizards of Waverly Place
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Justin Russo; Harry Potter/Alex Russo, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Summary: Oh-oh-oh, it's magic you know~ The Russo kids get sent to Hogwarts only to find themselves in an incredible world that they might not want to leave.
Warnings: Contains slash, AU, swearing, and incredibly sexy use of Draco X3
Rating: T. Keeping it that way.
::Justin's PoV::
I spent a week thinking about everything. It wasn't a hard decision, really. It was more of my morals fighting with several different parts of me. I'd had a whole conversation with Alex about what she thought and what I should have been thinking. It came out to the conclusion that I couldn't fight the powers that couldn't be seen. It was for the better that I broke up with Juliet, especially if there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening to me and Malfoy- er Draco. He had started to insist that I call him by his first name since that night. We met up in the astronomy tower almost every night since then, talking and enjoying each other's company. I was surprised he didn't pester me about my decision. Among his other less admirable qualities, he was impatient to put it nicely. But he listened to me, and then said what he thought very bluntly. While I admired his honesty, a lot of what he said was not exactly the best way to put it. It was the thought that counted, right?
We had double potions twice a week, depending on what days the Professor felt like dealing with the largest class of seniors with the most animosity between them all ever. It was an easy break, but it was the only time he and I got to spend time with each other outside of our usual time frame. I learned that he was very, almost compulsively careful with making his potions. I didn't mind, because I'd never really made potions before and he actually preferred to do all the work while I just took notes. No one made any comments about what had happened on the first day. Maybe they'd all forgotten, or maybe it wasn't a big deal. Then again, Draco's little flunkeys did a very good job of scaring people if they so much as looked at their 'boss' the wrong way. It was fine by me, because apparently I became included in the protection package.
Today was a potions day, and that morning I'd decided that if I thought any longer, Juliet would be here already and I won't have made a choice. So I'd zapped him a note and told him to meet me early for coffee. It meant that he had to get up a little earlier than normal, but I figured if he knew how important it was, he'd show up.
I wasn't surprised when it was time for me to head to class and he didn't show up, but I was when he wasn't even at class. I looked back at Harry, who shrugged and shook his head before returning to look over notes with Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle didn't know where he was either, and Pansy said that his door his been locked. I sighed, thinking that maybe he was under the weather. I'd check the infirmary after potions I guess. Class quieted as Professor Snape entered with a stack of parchment from last week's assignment.
"Professor, where's Malfoy?" Crabbe asked, readjusting in his seat. Snape mumbled and looked up. His beady eyes scanned the classroom like he was searching for someone in particular. Maybe it was just a head count, but it still felt ominous.
"Mister Malfoy will be absent from his classes for the rest of the week. His… family is in for a visit. Here are your graded essays from last week, please read through them and make sure you understand your grade." Snape handed them out one by one with his wand, and after taking mine, I sank back into my seat. He hadn't said anything about his parents coming in for a visit. Maybe it was a sudden thing, but it was still odd. "Did you hear what I said, Mister Russo?" I looked up at Snape, blinking. "You've been excused for the day as per the Headmaster's request. I suggest you pay him a visit." I nodded, and looked back at Harry, who shrugged and stood. Snape waved him off so that Harry could show me to the headmaster's office.
"I wonder what Professor Dumbledore wants with you… D'you think it has anything to do with Malfoy?" I honestly had no idea what the hell was going on. I'd never been to the principal's office in my life; I was always the good kid. Alex was known for this, but amazingly she hasn't been there in the two weeks we've been here."Don't worry. You're not in trouble. Professor Dumbledore doesn't really deal with trouble. He leaves that to Filch." I nodded and looked at the large gargoyle that stood in front of us. This was the headmaster's office?
"Harry. That's a Gargoyle." He looked at me, and I stepped back. "Must be like the portraits then." He nodded and spoke the password. A spiral staircase started to ascend and Harry pushed me onto it. It took me right up to the Headmaster's door. Before I could even knock, I could hear him call me in. The door pushed open easily, and a man who looked remarkably like Crumbs stood petting a very large bird.
"Strange creatures, Phoenixes. They seem to know when trouble is about and move all of their belongings to a safer spot. I suppose the same could be said for ferrets." I had to hold back a laugh, a recent conversation with Draco surfacing about his fourth year when he'd been turned into a ferret by one of the teachers who used to work here. I composed myself and nodded, watching the headmaster and the phoenix. I'd never seen one out of books or movies, so it was quite the spectacle. "Come, sit. Would you care for some tea, or a lemon drop perhaps?"
"No thank you, Professor. I was wondering why I was here actually. I'm not usually the one in the family to be in trouble. You weren't looking for my sister were you? I think she has herbology right now. I could-" I was silenced by a hand and a smiling face. I stayed quiet as the old man poured himself a cup of tea and picked a piece of candy out of a bowl that looked oddly like a marble. He put it in his tea and took a sip.
"No, no. You're not in trouble. I've been recently informed of yours and Mister Malfoy's situation." He spoke in a very amused tone, but I thought that it wasn't fitting for the subject. I felt uncomfortable now. Even though he was the headmaster, he really didn't need to know everything.
"Do you know what's wrong with him? I don't think his parents being on the grounds would have any effect on him going to his classes." In fact, he didn't really care what his parents did or thought he did. But I wasn't going to say anything.
"I know a lot of things about Malfoy and his family. However we're not here to discuss that." I nodded, chewing on my lip. This guy was really starting to creep me out. "It has come to my knowledge that you have a decision to make concerning your home life and your life here at Hogwarts." I nodded, sinking into my seat. This guy really knew everything. "I trust that Harry has told you as much about Malfoy as he knows."
"Ah, yes." Yeah, I knew that Draco was on the wrong side, even though he really didn't care anymore. I knew that it was only a matter of time before he would receive his full power as a Death Eater, but he wouldn't mind if it was just a tattoo for the rest of his life. I knew that his father was not happy with him getting his mother's inheritance, but if he hadn't he wouldn't have met me. "But what does that have to do with my decision?"
"Everything. You see, last night he was brought before the Dark Lord and chose to delay his initiation. He has paid dearly for it, but we will be able to mend his injuries by the end of the week." I wondered how he knew, but if he knew everything else why not know what's going on with the opposing side. My heart sank, and I started to rethink the decision I'd made to go with it. If he was going to get hurt, I didn't think I wanted to go through with it. I didn't want him to be hurt because of me. At least if I didn't go with him, he could find a way to get through the separation.
"I… want to see him, please." The headmaster nodded and I gathered my things. I heard him say something to someone as I left and made my way down the staircase. I was so lucky that I'd gotten a package of candies two days ago. I'd made sure to get extra everything for Malfoy and his sweet tooth. But I was worried. Just how hurt was he? A portrait yelled at me to go to the Slytherin Dungeons right before I turned to head for the infirmary.
Why was I in such a hurry to see him? Was I really that upset over this, or was it because I just wanted to see if it was all just a dream. I was willing myself to wake up in my own bedroom and just be late for school or something. My body told me that I wasn't ready for this.
The Slytherin Dungeon keeper opened right up for me, and I headed right down. The common room was completely empty, but after that I really didn't know where to go. There were many side rooms, and Draco had told me he had his own private dormitory as per his parents' request. I heard whispering from the portraits about 'Gryffindor Scum' and a few other derogatory terms. I ignored them, looking around for any distinguishing features to the doors. I felt a little helpless until one of the doors opened. Draco stepped out, adjusting his robes with his left hand while the other was held snug against his chest in a sling and full forearm cast.
"Gonna just stand there or are you going to help me?" I jumped slightly when he spoke to me. He looked absolutely fine except for dark circles under his eyes and the cast. I moved cautiously towards him, and he laughed at me. "That old coot made a big deal out of nothing? I'm not hurt terribly. Could have been worse, I tell you." I nodded, moving over to him a little faster. I put the other half of the robe over his shoulder, making sure the sling was under the fabric and protected.
"What happened?" I asked. I was sort of hoping he'd avoid the question entirely. Draco didn't really like to talk about himself. Then again, I didn't want him to focus on me and what I was thinking about and what had been going through my head the past week.
"Ah, the crucio curse. Broke my own arm, as you can see. It's no big deal." I was happier that he focused on himself rather than me, but I still felt like he wasn't telling me something.
"A broken arm is a very big deal, Draco. Well… at least you're not dead." I frowned, seeing that I was still holding on to his robes as I had that night when we kissed. It worried me; that I could hold him like that and not even realize it. When I'd kissed Juliet, I was very conscious of where my hands were and how we were standing. I guess I could put that at fault to the whole soul-whatever. "You're okay though, right?"
"I'm here, aren't I?" He smiled, letting his hand rest on my neck as a sign of affection. It was either that or to make sure that I had a pulse. I remember him mentioning something about doing it to make sure Juliet hadn't gotten to me while I was sleeping. I'd laughed then, but it made sense really. When he moved past me and let go of my neck, I felt it. He was exceptionally warm, and when it left, I felt a shiver run through my body. Was I accepting the way he made me feel? "Got any plans for the rest of the day?"
I thought about it. I was just going to go to my next class after potions was over, but that was a good hour away. But Snape had said I'd been excused for the day. Did that mean his class or the rest of my classes? "Well… I think Professor Snape said I was excused for the day. So I guess not… Why? What's there to do around here without getting in trouble?"
"You forget that I'm a Malfoy, and I can do what I want when I want." I smiled a little, but I still felt bad. Something the Headmaster had said echoed in my head. 'What does that have to do with my decision?' 'Everything.' Was Draco's acceptance into whatever cult the Death Eaters were riding on my decision with what to do about Juliet? "Hello? Are you even listening?"
"Hm? Sorry, just thinking." I shook my head, smiling a little. He frowned, holding up the letter I'd zapped him this morning.
"Then this is a lie? And where's the coffee you promised?" He smiled, joking obviously. Well, for the most part. I'd told him in the note that I was ready to talk. I'd also mentioned coffee but it had gone cold a half hour ago so I'd thrown it out.
"You'll get your coffee." I paused, and then turned away from him with my hands in my pockets. "So, what were you saying?" I didn't see what he was doing, but very suddenly he was I close contact with my back, his good hand on my hip and his lips at my ear.
"I asked if you wanted to go see the lake. You seemed interested in it the other night." A chill ran down my spine at his closeness. When had he gotten taller than me too? I nodded and swallowed. A step away from him made me regret it and a snicker from him told me that he knew it. "Okay. Then that's what we'll do. And we'll talk while we're down there too."
I nodded, but I doubted talking would be the thing we did most for some reason.
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