Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets: Book 2
Draco pulled Harry under the bleachers of the Quidditch stadium. Harry had finished practice, and Draco wanted just a moment alone with the boy. "You don't have to explain…" Harry put a reassuring hand on Draco's shoulder. "You told me before, you got on the team legitimately."
Draco shook his head, " I didn't pull you back here for that… I wanted to say… I hate that it has to be like this. Every time I try and think of how it could be different…"
Harry hugged Draco, and for a moment Draco felt like it was the best feeling he had ever had. He felt a warmth well in him, and his hands shakily reached up to hug the boy back. " You're a right git, and you cause me more trouble then your worth… but Draco…" He looked the blond boy in the eyes, "There's something that… I don't understand… just know we can be friends… even if no one else may know."
For a split second Draco wanted to kiss Harry, to feel the rosy lips touch his. Draco shook his head, pulling away from Harry. "I really can't stand your friends… the Weasel… the… Granger."
Harry looked curiously at Draco, "Are you telling me this to make me want to be your friend even more?"
Draco bit his lip, unsure of what to do. Feelings were welling up inside him, feelings he wasn't sure if he wanted. He looked at Harry, who could see he was in turmoil, "I don't know…" Draco shook his head, smiling at Harry, "heh, it's nothing. Do you want to meet on Saturday to fly our owls together?"
"I can't… I've already got a detention with Lockhart." Harry made a face, "Answering fan-mail."
"Might as well get used to it, being FAMOUS Harry Potter." Draco smirked, "Giving out signed photos, doing publicity stunts, what's next?"
Harry shook his head, "I hate Lockhart… He's causing all sorts of problems for me." Harry heard Ron and Hermione calling for him, and to Draco's surprise there was a little sigh of disappointment. "I have to go…"
Draco nodded, letting Harry depart. Something stirred in Draco that day, the slow awakening of something that wanted Harry, wanted to monopolize him.
Halloween came quickly, and when the Great Hall was decorated with pumpkins and bats, Draco felt a sense of happiness. The Slytherin table was alive with conversation, everyone seemed to be in a great mood for the season.
Severus let out a quick breath as he was thrown against a wall, Gilderoy standing above him. "Now… Sevvie… I think we both know what's going to happen… lets just make it easier. You'll enjoy it."
Severus took out his wand a curse on his lips, but Lockhart just batted the wand away. "tut-tut-tut. Now really… What will you do? Attack another teacher? For what? I've asked around, you have less friends now then you ever had before." Lockhart cupped Snape's face, "And of course, this face… This ugly disfigured face…"
Severus pulled away, his stomach turning at the mere thought of Lockhart touching him again. Gilderoy pouted, running his hand in Severus's hair. "Just a quick one, it will feel good."
Severus pushed Gilderoy away, walking away towards a public area that he knew the other man would not follow him. Draco almost fell backward when his professor rushed by, "Oh! Professor Snape."
Severus looked down at the boy, seeing Lucius in the boy's face. Severus gathered up his pride and straightened up. "Draco." Severus nodded to the boy, still wanting to get further away from the man he so dreaded. "Do not be late for curfew." He said as he headed down to the Slytherin dungeons.
Draco watched, feeling as though Snape was hiding something, but he wasn't the only one. His grey eyes spotted Ginny walking along a wall, a book in her hand, whispering something as she went. Draco's curiosity got the better of him, and he followed the girl from a safe distance. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but it almost sounded like hissing, rather then whispers.
He followed her towards the Great Hall where students were beginning to file out, then he lost her. Somehow she had gone down a passage way that he didn't see, then there was a gasp and Draco rushed over to it. He looked up to see a cat hung by it's tail, Mrs. Norris looked dead.
More and more students gathered around, as Draco Malfoy read aloud. "Enemies of the Heir, beware." He studied the writing on the wall… it almost seemed to be made out of blood. Next to him he heard a voice, Blaise Zanbini, "You'll be next, Mudbloods!"
Draco turned to see Harry not too far away, looking horrified at what he was seeing.
"What's going on here? What's going on?"
Attracted by the crowd, Argus Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.
"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked.
And his popping eyes fell on Harry.
"You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll-"
"Argus!"
Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past the crowd and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.
"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."
Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.
"My office is nearest, Headmaster — just upstairs — please feel free —"
"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.
Draco watched as they departed, unsure of what was going on. The Heir… the heir to what? The Chamber of secrets had been opened. Where had he heard about the Chamber of Secrets…
Draco rifled through his luggage, until he found Hogwarts: A History. He skipped to the section about Slytherin, and smiled. That's right, the chamber of secrets was a Slytherin made artifact. It was a passage way for Slytherin students to find, one filled with Slytherin's secrets of magic. Draco's father had spoke of the Chamber as nothing more then a forgotten ruin, much like Ravenclaw's lost Diadem. Still if this Chamber really did exist, there would be untold amounts of knowledge stored in the old vaults, where Slytherin himself had once dwelled.
Draco didn't see Harry again for almost a week, when he felt someone grab his robe and pull him into a classroom. "Draco." Harry said, and Draco felt a bit of relief when he saw the green eyed boy. "Are you the Heir to Slytherin?"
Draco almost laughed at how serious Harry was, "well… my family has been in Slytherin since the first flock of students came to this school… but I'm not related by blood…no." Harry nodded, but Draco went on. "Are you? I've been hearing people think you might be."
Harry rolled his eyes, "hardly. Though it seems that it's becoming more acceptable to think so."
Draco put a hand on Harry's shoulder, "listen, if it takes some weight off you, I'll pretend to be the Heir. Can't hurt my reputation, and what's better then being a prince?"
Harry smiled, "Ron sure believes it. How has Quidditch practice been?"
Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder in mock fatigue, "Horrid… Flint is killing me… I dropped the snitch the other day and he made me hold onto the goal ring until my knuckles were snow white. Said that it would help build strength if there was a reason I couldn't let go."
Harry frowned, and stroked Draco's hair. To his surprise it was soft, and untangled. His fingers traveled through it easily, it must have been magic to make Draco's hair stick back, and not product. Harry was surprised when Draco pushed away again, "You should get back to your friends, they'll worry if you stick around with the Heir of Slytherin."
Harry chuckled shaking his head, "For some reason, I feel like you'll make a convincing prince."
Draco watched as Harry left, touching his hair where Harry's hand had been before. There it was again, that feeling he had… the feeling of wanting to keep Harry with him. When he had smelled Harry's scent Draco almost couldn't stop smiling, which had made him want to bury his head into the other boy's shoulder even more. 'Before long, this might become a problem', Draco thought.