It was passing period when Harry walked up to Draco, students began to stare as they walked pass, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls already whispering. Draco just simply glared at Harry, and began to turn away from Him. Harry had a disappointing, but determine look on his face. Draco slightly got more and more frustrated as he heard Harry's footsteps trail after him. Draco sighs to himself and he stops and turns around.
"What do you want Potter?" He made sure his voice was assertive, so he would have total control of the conversation.
"What your head of the house did to Ron, Seamus, and Dean was just…" He paused, looking for the right word to describe what Professor Blair had done. "Cruel." He says his voice full of disgust.
"And what does this have to do with me?" Draco asked.
"Because it's the exact kind of punishment you would recommend! I mean, when they came back into the common room, their fingers were bleeding! And all because they made you dance and laugh like a lunatic?! That's cold, Malfoy, even for you." Harry sneers a bit, kind of looking like Snape while doing so.
Draco glared at Harry, attempting to hide the hurt the best he could. Why would he think He'd recommend something that would make other people's fingers bleed?
'You're a death-eater, Draco. That's what he expects from you'
Draco soon replaced the glare with a sneer, and he scoffed, just for good measure. "And what made you assume I had something to do with Professor Blair's punishments? Oh yeah, just cause I got a damn mark on my arm automatically means that I have something to do with being 'cruel' to your friends. Now sod off, unlike you, I have classes to go to… Perfect Potter" Draco replies, making sure venom dripped off of his voice, making sure it didn't falter. Harry took an object from his robes and he tossed it to Draco, before saying monotonously, "Just a gift from me, Perfect Potter." And he walks off. Draco catches the object, and he instantly felt the warm fuzzy feeling from his wand arm. He felt the connection with his wand, and oh, oh how he missed it. He smugly smiles to himself, as he puts his mother's wand into his book bag, and walks the rest of charms feeling a bit more like him.
Charms could've gone better… if anyone wasn't so scared of him. They had to partner up so they could turn lizards into Rabbits, and for some reason, it was a two-person job. As he was struggling to turn the damned lizard into a rabbit, his "Partner" was just too afraid to help him and all he did was glare at his right forearm, where his mark was, and it was very uncomfortable. He needed to take a small break, and he goes into he dungeons and whispers the password to the very familiar brick wall, and he feels less tense as he walks into the large hole that has appeared in front of him. He walks into the corridor that will take him to his room, where his bed is. He gets his wand out, and he summons his pen and papers, and thought about his wand, then he thought about his mother's wand.
'Now that you have gotten your wand back, she has to get hers snapped. She's no longer mentally able to own one. Damn this, damn all of this…'
He shakes his head, and he starts to write to his mother first.
Dearest Mother,
I am here to inform you that yes; Harry potter has in fact, given me back my old hawthorn. In about two weeks, I'll go down to Hogsmade, and have your wand to be properly snapped. On the other hand, do you have any information about our visit to Azkaban in January? I would like to know the exact date, not month. Other than that, please keep up your daily log-ins with the mind healer, he's only trying to help.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
He neatly folded up the letter, and simply put his mother's name on the front. He then gets another sheet of paper and addresses it to his father.
Father,
I don't completely understand why you have this sudden infatuation with Professor Blair, but all I really know about her is that she's as cold as ice to others, but not to me. She's a really sweet person, and gives me good advice. Also, Potter has given me my wand back, so Mother will have her snapped in two weeks' time.
Draco
He quickly folded up this letter, and he puts a dark green wax seal of the Malfoy crest, and his father's name, and the address to Azkaban, and he walks to the owlery, not surprised to see Harry there as well. He groans and he quickly calls red, and he ties one letter to his foot, and Red takes the other to his mouth.
"The one you have in your mouth is Mother's the one tied to your foot is father's. I'll have treats waiting for you when you get back. See you soon Red." He says, and the owl flies from Draco's hand. And Draco tries his very best to leave the owlery, so he doesn't have to see – or hear Harry's voice. He just doesn't want to be bothered by him.
Harry glances over at Draco, and scoffs. He attaches a letter to one of the school's owls. Draco, for a split second watches this action, wondering why he doesn't have his white owl… what was its name again? Hubert? Hobbit? Herbert? Hedges? He doesn't know, and he honestly doesn't care. He shakes his head, and his main goal is to finish up his N.E.W.T.s, and to just… relax. Draco leaves the owlery, not even bothering to stick around long enough so Harry could get the chance to talk to him again.
As boring as Divination is, he's only taking the class so he could have some time to kill. The skill itself isn't really something that you have to know, it's just a cool hobby, sort of. And the number 1 thing Draco struggles in is in fact, getting into new things.
"Check your tea-leaves again Mister Malfoy," Professor Trelawney says, her voice as airy and dazed-out as Luna lovegood's. He shivered a bit. "If I'm not mistaken, I do see a lotus." She says, her voice getting a little heavy. "But be warned Mister Draco, you might be closer to this one in more ways than you'd expect." She adjusted her glasses and walked back to the front of the class, her gaze quickly set upon Draco. Draco shudders, and he swirls his leaves again. It's still shaped like a piece of nothing, but it could be just him. He rinses out his cup, and pours his tea again, and he drinks it, getting the right amount of tea this time, and he swirls it, and he still gets that clump. His face twists into that of frustration, and he slams his cup down. And walks to Professor Trelawney, and his glare is dark and sharp.
"I don't know what you did to my tea, or to my cup, but if I see a black pile of sludge in my cup again…" He threatens, growling a bit. Trelawney blinks, and laughs at him. "It's just a lotus dear," He gives him a pat on the shoulder. "It's a good omen… or a bad one - I forget." She admits sheepishly. Draco jerks away from her touch, and he just leaves the classroom, not wanting to be there anymore. He walks near the back of the school, near the quidditch pitch. He sees the lake, and he changes his route near it, sitting on a large rock on its shore. He stares out, seeing how dark and murky it is, and he uses the quiet to make birds and bubbles come from the tip of his wand. The birds to fly above his head, in a halo, and he notices they are as white as freshly fallen snow, and they just look nice. Draco gently grabs one, and the bird had bright green eyes, and a sliver beak. Draco had cast a charm on it, and as the other magically made birds fade away, the one Draco has in his hand doesn't. He pets the bird, and he gives it a really cool name.
"Quicksilver." He whispers, and a light, bluish-grey lighting bold appeared on the bird's chest. Draco lets go of the bird, and Quicksilver just perched itself on his shoulder, unmoving. Draco sees Red flying towards him in the distance, and he drops the letters in Draco's hand. Red stares at Quicksilver, then at Draco.
"Red, this is Quicksilver. Quicksilver, this is Red." He introduces, as Red glares at Quicksilver, and Quicksilver jumps around on his shoulder, fluttering his wings.
"Play nice you two." He says sternly. They both stop and Red gives him a begging look. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot –"Draco drew his wand, waving it once clockwise. "Accio Owl treats." And the yellow pellets flew towards Draco's hand, and Red eats from it, but he doesn't eat all of them. Red looks at Quicksilver, and Quicksilver climbed down Draco's shoulder, and he eats with Red. Quicksilver climbs on the back of Red and Red flies off to the Owlery, with Quicksilver on his back.
"I guess your owl made a new friend then," A voice says, and it makes Draco jump a bit.
"What do you want now, Potter?" He asked, not looking at him, just really looking at the details of the lake, and how ocean-like it is. Harry relaxed a bit.
"Oh nothing, just waiting for an apology, that's all." He says, smirking. Draco turns around.
"For what? Calling you Perfect Potter? For telling the truth? The whole world is served to you on a platter, what more could you possibly want!?" He exclaims. Harry stares at him for a moment, and he shakes his head, and he looks at Draco. "You really think my life is like that?" He asks.
"Compared to mines, yeah. Everything is handed out to you." And Draco gets up and, walks away from Harry.
"Malfoy wait!" He could hear his voice in the distance, and he pretends not to hear him. He hears Harry's voice again, closer and a bit more urgent. "Malfoy w-wait!" He's running after him. Harry Potter is chasing Draco. Draco picks up his pace, and he starts to run, and he stops in front of an open classroom, its empty, which is odd, and it doesn't have a room-number on it. Draco runs into the room, and he tries to close the door, but he can't.
"Malfoy! Malfoy! Where did you go? Malfoy!" Harry's voice is echoing throughout the hall.
"Close… please… close…" He practically begs the door. Harry's at the end of the Hall, and he could see Draco, and he starts to jog towards the room. Draco attempts to block the door, but nothing in the room will budge, and he gives up as he sees Harry enter the room, and now the door wants to close. Draco rushes over to the door, attempting to pen it, but just like everything else with this blasted classroom, it won't open.
"Look…" Harry's voice was soft and calm and it just annoyed Draco.
"Look nothing! You see what you did Potter? WE'RE LOCKED IN THIS DAMN CLASSROOM ALL BECAUSE YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yells, banging on the door.
"Oh get over yourself Malfoy. You always have to act like the victim. It gets quite boring after a while." Harry says, sitting on top of a desk.
"Victim? VICTIM! Oh don't get me started, Mr. I'm-gonna-follow-Malfoy-just-because-I-just-want-an-apology! I'm not gonna say sorry, and I don't want to associate myself with you. Potter, are you too daft enough to see that I FREAKING HATE YOU! I DON'T LIKE YOU, I'VE NEVER LIKED YOU, AND I NEVER WLL LIKE YOU!" He loudly exclaims, kicking the door, his face red.
"OH WELL YOU KNOW WHAT MALFOY-"Harry's face tuned a strawberry red. "I WAS GOING TO OFFER MY FRIENDSHIP TO YOU AND-"
"PLEASE POTTER, SAVE ME YOUR BULLSHIT, I NEVER WANTED YOUR FRIENDSHIP IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
"OH YEAH? SAYS THE DRACO WHO CAME TO MY TRAIN COMPARTMENT EIGHT YEARS AGO!"
"THAT DRACO DIED A LONG TIME AGO POTTER! QUIT ACTING LIKE YOUR TOO PURE FOR THE WORLD!"
"FUCK YOU MALFOY! I- I HATE YOU!" Harry bellows, getting close to Draco – too close for comfort that is.
"GO TO HELL POTTER, I HATE YOU TOO!" Draco yells. Next thing they both know, there's a bright light that blinds both of them.
And they wake up in Madame Pomfrey's office.
"They're waking up."
"That's good. This has never happened before."
"How could this happen?! I demand to know!"
"Misses Malfoy, if you don't keep calm, I'll ask you to leave."
"Shut it Justice!" Narcissa's voice was quiet, but sharp, and everyone's eyes were on Draco and Harry.
"What are we doing here?" Draco asked, feeling small under everyone's watchful eyes.
"Who's gonna tell them?" Narcissa proposed. "Who's not gonna-"
"You two are connected." Professor Blair says her voice bland.
"Well, that's one way to put it." Madame Pomfrey says, taking a seat.
"Could someone explain what is going on?" Harry asked.
"There was an accident down in room one-hundred and twenty three." Madame Pomfrey said.
"And for some reason, Miss. Poppy and I found you two boys there, passed out on opposite sides of the room. I thought there was an attack, so we took you here, and contacted Misses Malfoy." Professor Blair says, her voice hardening when she says Narcissa's name.
"And we noticed two things; one, the moment I performed a diagnosis check on the both of you, there was a silver line from Harry's scar, and it ends on Draco's… tattoo. So Miss. Justice ran off to the library, and she finds that there were two books checked out under her name. Rituals of the twentieth century and incredibly dark spells volume five. Miss. Justice has confirmed that she, in fact, did not check out any of the books I've mentioned before. And we both have come down to a hypothesis's." Madame Pomfrey says, getting a sip of water.
"We've come to the conclusion that you two are connected in some way. I said it had to be because of how you two have been marked by the same person, and due to some ritual, whoever had done it, removed Voldemort as a place-holder," Everyone, except Harry had flinched. "And simply had strengthened the connection." She says.
"And I've said, that I think that how You-Know-Who had the system of the death-eaters, to be able to talk from one another from the tattoo, and how Harry and You-Know-Who's mind were one in the same, well I thought it was a mixture of both. I do agree with part of Miss. Justices' hypothesis, about how there was something between you two by being marked by the same person. But I honestly think that this connection is similar to what Harry had to You-Know-Who." Madame Pomfrey remarked.
Narcissa shakes her head. "So what they're saying is-"
"You two have a bond that is similar to being married." Professor Blair finished for Narcissa.
"Justice, I swear, I'll-"Narcissa began to get a little angry.
"Oh come off of it." She replies without looking at Narcissa.
Narcissa walks over to Draco, and she kisses him on the forehead.
"Remember; write to me once a week, your father once a month. I'll be off." She says, and with a sickening crack, she apparates to the Manor.
"Mister Potter, do you remember the connection that you had with Voldemort." Professor Blair asked.
"Uh… yeah, sort of. Sometimes, I would get memories – his memories in the form of dreams. If he's strongly feels one emotion, like anger or happiness, I would feel it too. He also planted a fake memory to me once." Harry admits.
"Hm. Now Mister Malfoy, tell me what your mark did when Voldemort was in reign?" Professor asked to Draco.
"It itched and turned dark when he called you. All you had to do to call him however was to just press the mark, and he would come." Draco replies.
Madame Pomfrey began to write all of this down.
"I want you two boys to write down anything that has happened between you two, and at the end of each week, owl the letters to Madame Pomfrey." Professor Blair stated.
"Where's headmistress McGonagall?" Harry asked.
"Doing some investigation of her own." Madame Pomfrey replied.
"Get some rest you two. You got a long day tomorrow." Madame Pomfrey says, as she and Professor Blair leaves their room, turning off the lights.
And sleep takes Draco like a comfortable blanket.