A Circle Of Unfortunate Events, Chapter 2

Dec 09, 2008 16:50

Title: A Circle Of Unfortunate Events
Author: clarex_ama
Beta(s): thegreatdane_s and nefariousandrea (I love you guys!)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, UST
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers etc. I own nothing. This fic is only written for fun, no profit is made.
Summary: An unfortunate event leads Harry and Draco to discover a whole new level of perversity as it intrudes on their magic, making daydreaming, groping and dancing a strictly necessary part of their schoolday...Wtf?

A Circle Of Unfortunate Events
By clarex-ama

Chapter 2
The circle

A ray of sunshine slowly approached Harry’s bed as the sun rose, but the black-haired wizard had no intentions of getting out of bed. He was still fast asleep, drooling all over his pillow. When the light hit him in the face, he growled annoyed and screwed up his eyes, trying to avoid the daylight by moving his face to the side, but to no avail. The boy squirmed around sleepily for a couple of minutes, but in the end he decided to get up. Slowly he opened his eyes, yawned, and reached for his glasses, which were placed on the nightstand next to his bed.

Harry looked around; the dorm was empty, the other boys had already gone down to get breakfast. Leisurely, he stood up and began looking for some clothes to wear.

Thank Merlin it was Sunday, Harry thought tiredly as he looked through his trunk for a clean shirt. He found one and pulled it over his head.
He looked at his watch; it was actually pretty late in the morning. Oh, well, he wasn’t in a hurry, so it didn’t matter.

Something tickled his hand, and he scratched it while wondering idly if there were pancakes for breakfast today.
He grabbed a pair of trousers and sat down upon the bed. His palm was tickling again so he scratched it once more and started hitching up his trousers.

Yesterday had been a weird day, Harry thought and buckled his belt. The detention had just been bizarre; so strange actually he wasn’t even sure he hadn’t been hallucinating… Maybe those flowers had somehow intoxicated his brain?
He found some clean socks and put them on with some difficulties, since they were inside out. Harry didn’t notice right away.

His palm tickled again, so he scratched it violently in an attempt to make it stop, but it didn’t. Harry sighed and inspected it closely, trying to find the reason why.

What? His green eyes widened, as he looked at his palm. Who had drawn a thin, silver circle in his hand while he slept? That was just absurd! What kind of joke was that?
Surprised, Harry studied the circle; it wasn’t really all that clear, more a silver shadow than anything else, but it was definitely still there, and Harry didn’t like it.

Determinately, he made his way to the bathroom, wanting to wash his hands, so he could get rid of the weird circle.

And so he did; washed his hands, using lots of soap. As he dried them in the towel, Harry realised astonished that the circle was still there - it hadn’t even faded at all.

To be honest, that did concern Harry just a bit, but he pretended to be cool and just washed his hands once more.

However, the fourteenth time Harry washed his hands, he was starting to panic just slightly. The fact that the odd circle was bloody tattooed to his hand made him a tad worried.

“Okay,” Harry whispered soothingly to himself, as he rubbed his skin frantically with the towel, “No need to panic. It’s probably just water-resistant or something. You’ll just have to remove it by magic, yes, that’s the plan.” He dropped the towel and ran back into the dorm, finding his wand, which were lying on the table next to his bed.

He pointed the tip of his wand at the circle and mumbled the spell, but nothing happened.
He tried to pronounce it more clearly, but it still didn’t help, so he tried another spell, but that didn’t work either.

And just as he tried a fifth spell, a thought struck him: What if it wasn’t someone’s idea of a joke? What if it had something to do with…?

Harry gulped and blushed, oh no, he didn’t like the thought of that. Didn’t the… - he looked down at his hand, oh yes, the coin-thingy had had the same size. No, that had to be a fucking lie! That would be just- just horrible! As if it wasn’t enough that he had had an orgasm-like encounter with his enemy, now he had to be reminded of it every time he used his right hand, which funnily enough was all the time!

Harry did not like where this was going!

What should he do? He sat down upon the bed once more, feeling despondent.
What should he tell people, if they asked him, why he had a circle in his palm? That he and Malfoy had shared something akin to a magic-orgasm because of a coin, and said coin had decided to leave a print in his palm?
Oh, no, he couldn’t say that!

Maybe it was just an after-effect, Harry thought desperately in a vague attempt to cheer himself up. Maybe it would disappear after a few hours? He certainly hoped so.
What if it didn’t? Then he and Malfoy were doomed to have matching tattoos! Oh, the pain - just the thought alone was horrifying.

But actually, he didn’t know if Malfoy did have a circle in his palm… Hmm… what if he didn’t? Maybe he knew how to get it off, Harry pondered briefly. He would have to check that as soon as possible. But right now -he looked at his watch - he needed to go down to the Great Hall and eat breakfast. His friends were probably worried as to why he was so late already.

The Great Hall was almost empty, only here and there sat a couple of sleepy students who stuffed themselves with food they barely registered.

The pale September sun in the blue sky shone happily from the enchanted ceiling, and Harry supposed it was a good day for Quidditch practice, but he had more important tings to think of at the moment.

He looked around and spotted Ron and Hermione who were sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table. They waved at him as he approached.

“Ello, Mate,” Ron spluttered, mouth full of sausages. Hermione sighed and tried to look annoyed, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Ron would always be Ron.

“Good morning, Harry,” she said cheerfully and lowered the book she had been reading, “How was your detention? I hope it wasn’t too harsh.”

“Oh, it was- it was fine,” Harry muttered, blushing. He sat down next to Ron and helped himself to a piece of toast.

“Fine?”, Hermione asked a bit disbelievingly, “weren’t you supposed to spend your detention with Malfoy?”

“Yeah, and I did. He was a git, but he always is.” Harry took a bite of his toast and tried to change the topic, “So, Hermione, what are you reading?”

Hermione looked sceptical but answered anyway, “Oh, it’s called: “100 Useful Spells That Start With X” by Xicolus Maison. It’s actually quite good.”

“Okay,” Harry said not really listening, he was too occupied with trying to eat and hide his right hand beneath the table at the same time.

“Are you all right, Harry?”, Ron asked, after he had swallowed the food. “You look a bit tense.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Harry said casually, sitting on his right hand while trying to butter a piece of bread with his left.

“Harry, are you hiding something?” Hermione asked, brown eyes shining warmly with concern.

“Hiding something? Like what?”, Harry laughed a bit nervously.

“Like your hand,” The bushy-haired girl said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh that? What makes you believe that I’m...” He trailed off at the look Hermione sent him. “See,” he showed her his left hand,” There’s nothing wrong, you’re just being silly, Hermione. So, spells that starts with Z, you say, interesting.”

“X, Harry, and you’re avoiding the topic. Show me your other hand.”

Harry briefly waved the hand in question in front of her face, and then tried to hide it again, but in his hurry, he accidentally knocked over a glass of milk. Flustered because of the mess, he ended up sticking his hand down into a bowl of scrambled eggs - a desperate attempt at hiding it from view. “See, nothing’s wrong. So, Ron, are the sausages tasty?”

Ron had no time to answer that question, because Hermione cut him off, “Harry what’s wrong? Why are you acting so strangely? Show me that hand!” She grabbed Harry’s right wrist and pulled his hand out of the scrambled eggs.

Harry’s heart was hammering hard against his chest as he prepared himself mentally for the embarrassing explanation that was bound to come.

“Harry, what has happened?”

Harry swallowed; he might as well just take the plunge.

“You see, em, yesterday I was out in the Forbidden Forest, smelling flowers and -“

“Why is your hand all red, Harry?”, interrupted Ron, staring at Harry’s palm.

“Red? Don’t you want to know about that mark-thingy…?”

“What mark?”, asked Hermione, “All I see is that your hand is red and slightly swollen. What have you done?”

“What there’s no…?” He pulled back his hand and stared at it, hoping that the circle had disappeared, but no, it was still there. Harry sighed annoyed and looked up at his friends again.

“It’s still there,” he said grudgingly.

“What’s still there, Harry?”

“The stupid circle!”

“What stupid circle?”, asked Ron, looking at Hermione for answers, but she looked just as confused as the redhead himself.

“The bloody mark in my hand,” growled Harry through gritted teeth.

“What mark, Harry? There’s no mark…”

“Wait,” said Harry, looking at his palm, then at his friends. He began feeling confused himself, “so that means you can’t see it?”

“See what? What I can see,” said the girl, “is that your hand is red, and I want to know if you’re hurt.”

“Em, no,” murmured the raven-haired boy confused, “The hand is just red because I’ve washed it too many times this morning. But- but you can’t see anything else? No circle, no mark?”

“Harry, are you sure, you’re all right? Maybe you should go and see Madam Pomfrey?”

“No, I’m just- just tired, I guess… You’re sure, you can’t see anything else?” Hermione and Ron both looked bewildered as they nodded in unison.

“Harry, mate, what are you talking about?”, asked Ron worriedly, sharing a “Harry-has-gone-mental-don’t-you-think”-look with Hermione.

“Oh, nothing, it was probably just something, I’ve dreamed. But I think, I’ll go and ask Madam Pomfrey anyway, just to be sure.” He smiled at them and rose to his feet. He needed to get away, so he could think. This was just too weird, why couldn’t they see the circle? Was he the only one who could see it?

Harry walked out of the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Ron and Hermione behind.

Okay, Harry thought as he walked down the corridor, Ron and Hermione couldn’t see the circle, but it was definitely still there. What did that mean?

Even though Harry didn’t want to, he knew he had to find Draco Malfoy and talk to him. He had to get to the bottom of this stupid mystery, and to do that he needed the Slytherin. After all, he had been the one to find and grab that bloody coin to begin with.

He had looked all over the castle, but couldn’t find the brainless blond anywhere, and he really didn’t feel like asking people where he was, because then he would have to make up an explanation, and Harry didn’t feel all that creative at the moment.

He rounded a corner and headed for the library; maybe the boy was studying…

Harry walked through the big oak doors that were the entrance to the library, and entered the familiar room with all the books.
Everywhere, high bookshelves were hovering above him, stuffed with heavy and old tomes. The books upon the highest shelves almost looked grey, because of the thick carpet of dust that was covering them.
Harry walked down the passageway, looking for Malfoy, passing students that were carrying stacks of books and papers.

There, in the corner of the library, stood Malfoy alone, bending down, looking for a book upon the lowest shelf. His grey eyes were roaming the spines of the books, searching for whatever he was looking for.

Harry walked up behind him. “Malfoy,” he said through gritted teeth. Draco started and spun around, looking at Harry with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

“Potter,” he stated with resentment.

“We need to talk,” Harry muttered angrily.
Draco sighed dramatically and crossed his arms, “Why?”

“Because,” Harry spat, “we do.”

“Then talk,” snapped the blond irritated.

“Show me your wand-hand!”

“No, I won’t!”, squealed the Slytherin and hid his hand behind his back, “Why do you want to see my hand?”

“You know why,” Harry bit back, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know it’s your and that coin-thingy’s fault, so you have some explanations to do!”

“No, I don’t, and I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Show me your hand, now,” hissed Harry threateningly, “or I’ll hex you.” Harry had pointed the tip of his wand at Draco’s chest, before Draco could even think about pulling out his own one.
The blond boy narrowed his eyes to slits and glared hard at the Gryffindor, but Harry didn’t care. Grudgingly, he showed Harry his pale hand, and a delicate, silver circle was decorating his palm, just as Harry thought.

“So you have one too,” said Harry, feeling a mixture of disappointment and happiness. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one, but it also meant that Draco didn’t know how to get rid of it.

“Have a what?”, snapped the Slytherin and pulled his hand back, hiding it from view.

“A circle.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have no circle.”

“Yes, you do. I just saw it!, shouted Harry angrily. He had had enough of Malfoy’s stupid evasion.

“You’re crazy, Potter,” he spat heatedly, “Leave me alo-”

But Malfoy was cut off by a strident voice, “Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, keep quiet! This is a library! If you don’t stop fighting immediately, I’ll have to request that you both get a detention!”

Madam Pince stood behind them, looking like the underfed vulture she was.

“It’s all right, Madam,” said Draco, “Potter here was leaving. Actually, I was wondering if you could help me find this book, I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

Madam Pince looked at Harry and snarled, “If you’re done, then leave. This library is only for people who are looking for books.”

Harry clenched his fists, turned around, and walked out the door. Anger was boiling inside him, running trough his blood - he hated Malfoy and his stupid lies!

A/N: Please don’t hate me! I know it has been ages since my last upload, but I’ve been ill… I feel better now, and therefore I post the next chapter :)
This chap. is dedicated to the wonderful Jollyhime, who’s an amazing person and artist! Happy Birthday, pumpkin!
Btw, reviews are highly appreciated :3 I would love to hear what you think of the story so far…
Oh, and before I forget: Happy Christmas/Holidays and happy New Year!

slash, a circle of unfortunate events

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