Pretty Little Secrets-Chapter Thirty Two: Weasel Hunting
A/N:I honestly can't wait to finish this story. I want to edit all the chapters and look at a finished product sometime in 2006. It feels like I've been writing this one forever and it's not even a year yet! Thanks for all the reviews. I'd probably still thank everyone, even if I only got one but doesn't it fill your heart with joy to get thanked? I'd reply to everyone of them too but that would have been 900 and something replies to date and I'd never sleep.
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Weasel Hunting
Draco was quiet as he hid in the shadows from Flich, making his way up to the Astronomy Tower. If Draco had timed it right, Granger and Weaselette would have driven Weasel out of the Gryffindor Common Rooms in thirty minutes and that's when Luis and Greg would grab him and bring him to Draco.
The blond had sworn that if Weasel had hurt Harry in any way he would make him pay........it wasn't Draco's fault if the redhead took that as in only the physical sense.
The stairs to the Tower were dimly lit with fluttering torches, one at the top, middle and bottom of the stairs but Draco walked up the swiftly as if it were lit with the early rays of the morning sun.
Just has he had ordered, both Slytherins were waiting for him in the Tower.
“What's this about Drake? You haven't called on us since the end of last year.” Commented Luis as Greg nodded in agreement. They usually did the 'dirty work' in their spying while Draco ran things.
“I need you to bring Ronald Weasley here for a little visit. I made him a promise and now I'm fulfilling it.”
Greg looked skeptical. “You know Harry's not going to like you damaging his best friend, right Draco?”
The blond smirked. “But you see, he's not Harry's friend anymore. Found out about Harry and myself and ended the friendship. Rather rudely from what Harry told me. Now I'm getting even.”
Luis grinned before bowing in jest. “Well, Luis Montague at your service m'lord. I'll bring him here by the scruff of his horrid red hair if I have to.”
Draco rolled his eyes at his ex-boyfriend's antics.
“Just get him and get back to the Common Room without being caught.”
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For the third time that day, Ronald Weasley slammed a door shut. He'd just finished screaming at his sister and Hermione and couldn't stay in the Common Room with them anymore. Ron groaned into his hands as he ignored the Fat Lady's protests about being slammed so violently by moody teenagers.
By tomorrow morning, all of Hogwarts would know that Harry Bloody Potter was an Elemental Veela and that Draco Fucking Malfoy was his mate. He and Ginny had completely forgotten that a Gryffindor was trying to kill Harry when they were arguing until Hermione went white and silenced them with a charm. The bushy-haired sixth Year had then bodily dragged both siblings into Ron's dormitory and gave them a tongue lashing about being discreet. Ginny had gotten all teary eyed at the knowledge that she had put the happy couple in danger while Ron had shrugged and tired to look unruffled.
All that had gotten him was a fist full of Ginny and a hand full of Hermione in the face. So with a bloody nose and a stinging cheek, Ron had stormed out of the Common Rooms.
If Ron was honest with himself, he would acknowledge the tendril of fear he felt for Ha-Potter that popped up like a newly grown daisy when he realized what he had done. But denial was Ron's middle name and his anger stomped on that daisy, turning it into pulp.
Harry actually chose Malfoy, Malfoy over him. Not only did he throw away his friendship with Ron but somehow stole his sister and Hermione away from him too. Ron had no one now. Seamus and Dean weren't talking to him as well, having caught the gist of what had happened and sided with Potter and Posse. Really ironic, that one since Seamus did the same thing last year and practically told Harry to go stuff it about you-Know-Who being back and all. All Ron had left was Neville and even he was obsessed with Harry and Draco.
So caught up in his anger, Ron didn't notice the shadows following him but he did feel the stunner that hit him in the back moments later.
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Draco had been looking at his perfect nails when he heard them coming. He grimaced. They were making a lot of noise. Greg cursed and Weasley gave a muffled, outraged scream.
"Merlin, you sound like a bloody female when you do that!" Luis hissed and few few seconds later Draco saw a flash of red light and knew they had stunned him.
When they came into view, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't you have done that earlier instead of waiting until he woke up half the castle?"
Greg scoffed. "We did. He actually woke up half way here and walloped Luis in the jaw and got me in the stomach before we could drag him here."
Draco looked at his friends, they looked beaten up and Draco couldn't help the snicker that escaped him.
Luis scowled. "What's so damn funny Drake?"
Draco waved his hand at them. "This. You guys getting your arses kicked by a Gryffindor you stunned and out-numbered and is a Weasley. I think you've lost your touch."
Greg glared. "Well next time you get him yourself. Not only is he awkward to carry and bloody heavy, he twitches in his sleep."
With that said both Slytheirns dropped their load carelessly and left. Draco circled Ron as if he were an animal he was going to kill before nudging him harshly with his foot. Ron didn''t stir and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Now they use a more powerful stunner." With a heartfelt sigh, the blond pulled out his wand and woke the sleeping Weasel.
"Hmm-Wha-? Where am I?"
Draco stood far enough back to avoid flying fists and put on his best 'bastard' mask.
"Welcome to Hell I hope you hate it here."
Weasley's head whipped around so far Draco was surprised it didn't go flying off his lanky shoulders. His surprised expression quickly morphed into one of anger.
"Malfoy!" He spat as he rose to face the Slytherin Prince. "What did H-Potter sick his dog on me now?"
Draco's eyes narrowed at the slight on Harry but he noticed the almost slip up in Potter. So Weasley was just a hot-head. An idiotic, jealous hot-head but a hot-head nonetheless. Still Draco had promised a world of hurt if Weasel hurt his Harry.
His Harry? Getting a bit possessive there Malfoy. Shaking his head and storing that interesting tidbit away for later, Draco turned his attention back to the task at hand. Luis and Greg had locked the door and Weasley had no wand so he was stuck up here with Draco until the Slytherin let him out, up here with no one to hear his screams..........okay, so he wasn't going to use any Unforgivables on him, no matter how good it would make him feel. Harry would kill him, mate or not.
Weasley looked angry, scared and resigned to whatever fate Draco Malfoy had thought up for him. "Just hurry up and kill me Malfoy. No one will care anyways."
Leaving his horrid grammar for later Draco put his wand away, surprising The Idiot, capital letters and all.
"Oh stop your melodramatic ramblings Weasley, I'm not here to kill you, no matter how rewarding it would feel. And as for Harry, he has no idea I'm here."
Weasley looked confused. Honestly did the git not understand simple talking?
"You've lost me Malfoy. You're not going to hex me?"
Point proven.
Draco gave a suffering sigh. "I'll use smaller words then. I" Draco pointed to himself, "Am Not" He made a slashing movement with his hands, "Going To Kill" Draco punched one fist into his palm, "You." He pointed to Ron. "Capeesh?"
Weasley's face was as red as he atrocious hair.
"Then what in the bloody hell do you want? I know you enjoy my company about as much as I enjoy yours."
Draco gave a smirk. "Amazing. For once I actually agree with the useless ramblings that spew from your mouth."
Weasley took a step forward and swift as lightning Draco had his wand out and pointed at the Gryffindor's neck.
"I'll stop baiting you if you will just listen to me and actually use that waste of space between your ears to think about it. I think it's obvious that I want to talk about Harry." Draco removed his wand at Ron's reluctant nod.
"Why do you want to talk about Potter? Don't you get it Malfoy? You've won. You've gotten Harry, Hermione and even my sister to think you've changed and now you're here to rub it in."
Draco scoffed. "I've won? Won what? I wasn't under the impression that you and I were in any competition of sorts. You're not important enough to compete with me, Weasley. But that's not what I want to talk about." Draco said hurriedly at Ron's expression. the Gryffindor had a very short temper, that's what made him so fun to go after. Harry would usually just giving you a look of anger with his startling eyes and make you feel bad for the bug you accidentally killed yesterday while Ron would actually react and say the most idiotic things.
"Well start already. You're the one who dragged me up here."
Draco stood straight. "Tell me first. Why is it so hard to accept that Harry and I are mates. You don't have to like me and I certainly won't like you. All you had to do was grin and say you supported Harry in his decisions instead of betting bitchy because he felt insecure about tell you about me."
Weasley looked bitter. "Why? Because I don't support his decision this time. You're no good for him Malfoy. Harry is emotional, kind, real....human and while you're like ice, cold and unfeeling. You'd get your kicks out of stringing Harry along just to make him die later on because you could. You're evil."
Draco fumed. "I feel plenty of emotions, Weasley. Hate, pride, anger, lust. And those are just ones I can name without thinking!"
Weasley smirked at him, startling the Slytheirn in it's sheer smugness. "But not love? You don't even love Harry yet. No, all you feel are negative emotions and when it comes time to say what Harry needs to hear you won't. Not only because you won't but because you can't. You Malfoy, don't feel love!"
WHAM!
Draco's closed fist slammed into Ron's nose, spurting blood everywhere, making Draco cringe. He hated getting Weasley's blood on him but for one moment he went and did something so very Gryffindor it confused him. Weasley had amazingly tuned in on one of his deepest fears. That he didn't say he loved Harry back because because he truly didn't. Because he couldn't. Lost in his thought, Draco missed Ron charge at him and ram into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as they fell to the stone floor tangled together.
Weasley's fist slammed into Draco's cheek. "Why'd you chose this year to stop spying? Why'd you have to go and change everything?!"
Draco blocked the next blow and spent Ron flying off him with his own.
"Everything changes you idiot. It's not like like enjoy being in danger every second of my life."
Weasley sat back on his haunches breathing heavily. "I hate change! Every year something happens and things change. Why can everything stay the way it was when there was no Voldemort or Elemental Veela things to worry about?! Answer that!"
Draco sat up as well but neither student moved. "I can't."
Weasley said nothing so Draco continued. "It's not only stupid but completely counter-productive to fear change. There are two things you can count on in life: death and change. So, you know what Weasley, you're going to have to live with it or die because right now things are changing. Would you stop bad changes if it meant you'd take away the good ones as well? If you would, then do us all a favor and die because you aren't really living in the first place. Get out of here before I change my mind and curse you."
Weasley left, looking a bit less angry but a lot more confused than when he first showed up here, if that was possible, since he woke up in the Astronomy tower after being 'abducted' from the Gryffindor one.
Rubbing his sore ribs and deep in thought, Draco left the Astronomy Tower. At the bottom of the stairs, the Slytheirn began to curse. There right in front of him with a curious expression were his parents and godfather. His mother gave him an amused look.
“I was under the impression, with all the bonding and friendship making, that Harry was the Elemental Veela and you were his mate. Now you're also meeting Weasley in the Astronomy Tower late at night?”
Draco, embarrassed beyond belief couldn't even defend himself as his family began to tease him.
“I'm beginning to think my godson has an unhealthy obsession with Gryffindors. Lucius what having you being doing to the boy?”
Malfoy Sr gave a look of indignance. “I swear it was Cissa's coddling! I wanted Drumstrang but she insisted on something closer to home.”
Draco growled as his mother ruffled his hair. “That's it! I'm not having some lucid romantic tryst with Weasley. The mere thought disgusts me! I was simply trying to have a decent conversation with the barbarian about Harry and myself when he got violent. Look what the git did to my cheek!”
Narcissa, ever the concerned mother, quickly grabbed her son's pale face to see a bluish-purple bruise already forming. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.
“It'll be impressive tomorrow. As you're Professor you're punishment for fighting is to not see Madam Pomfrey until tomorrow morning. I'd like to see how you explain this to Harry.”
Draco's eyes went wide as he gapped at his mother. Lucius reached out and closed his son's mouth before crinkling his eyebrow in confusion.
“I thought Weasley was unaware of your situation with Harry? Even more, why would he consent to talk to you?”
Draco cleared his throat and looked sheepish. “He found out about Harry and I today and didn't take it very well. He and Harry had words and Weasley ended the friendship. I promised retribution to Weasley and got it tonight. Sort of. Got Greg and Luis to grab Weasley so it's mostly legal. I didn't even curse him.”
Lucius looked puzzled. “I'm not sure whether to be proud that you handled it so creatively or angered that you didn't hex Weasley's spawn.”
Snape smirked. “So the Hogwarts Dream Team isn't so dreamy? How sad.”
Draco nudged him. “Granger and Weaselette aren't too bad I suppose. Weasley was already roughed up when he came to me. I just assumed that Luis and Greg did it but now I'm not so sure. Granger has a fierce right hook and Harry told me that Ginny confessed to punching Blaise back in September and giving him that bruise on his jaw.”
“Harry has very violent friends.” Narcissa mused out loud.
“It's a Gryffindor trait.” Said Snape with a slight sneer.
Draco glared at his godfather. “Why do you say such things? You know I know about Harry being your nephew. Can you honestly say he's as bad as you thought he was?”
Snape sighed and transformed right before their eyes into Severeus the Godfather.
“You're going to want an honest answer about this, aren't you?”
“It would be preferable.” Severeus sighed again.
“Well I'll give you that Harry Potter is not a total replica of his father but his godfather-”
Draco cut him off. “There's your problem. We're not talking about Sirius Black, nor are we talking about James Potter, Remus Lupin or even Lily Potter. We're talking about Harry Potter. Being the son of Lily and James does make him a bit like them, but by being a part of both of them he becomes separate from them and into his own unique self. Granger's parents are muggles but that doesn't make her a muggle. For some reason their blood mixed together to create Hermione who is different, more so because she has magic. It's the same concept.”
Sev gave him a glare. “Are you trying to psycho-analyze me?”
Draco shook his head. “What can you tell me about Harry Potter? What?”
“He's an Elemental Veela.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Something about his character.”
Sev scoffed. “He's horrible at Potions.”
Lucius answered this time. “That's only because you grade him harder than everyone else, yell at him for looking at the instructions too many times and we've had Draco here ruin many of his Potions.”
Snape gave him a betrayed look. “Why are you defending him?”
Lucius shrugged, an odd sight indeed. “I'm curious as to where this is going.”
Snape grumbled before looking up at Draco.
“He's too stubborn.”
“And how's that bad?” Sev growled. “What is this Twenty Questions? It's bad because he doesn't listen to his elders and follow simple rules.”
Draco laughed. “I don't do that. It's called being a teenager. Face it, you know nothing about you're own nephew.”
That was a sobering thought to the Potions Master.
Narcissa decided to change the subject. “So how is the bonding progressing?”
Draco blushed slightly and sent his mother a look. She just practically asked if he and Harry had had sex yet.
“Fine I guess. It's not easy trying to get to know someone when you have an unknown murderer inside the castle and a well known mass murdering madman outside it. Now Weasel had to go add even more stress to our situation....”
As Draco trailed off Lucius cleared his throat. “I've been meaning to speak with you about that. The tension in the castle is not a good climate for producing a bond. With this unknown Gryffindor out to kill Harry, your life and future are also at risk. Perhaps it would be best if the both of you were to be hidden away, even at the Headquarters or a Malfoy cottage, until the bonding is complete.”
Draco looked at his father hard. It was a good idea but he saw where this was going. Once Lucius got his family into hiding he'd do his best to keep them there.
“I won't hide from this war father and neither will Harry. For some reason he thinks this is his war to fight.”
Severeus was silent for a moment. “He's hiding something about what happened last June in the Department of Mysteries. Lucius, do you by chance know why Potter was sent there?”
Lucius shook his head. “Other than to retrieve the prophecy on him and the Dark Lord and fail to kill Harry again, nothing.”
Snape 'hmm'-ed in thought while Draco looked shocked.
“There's a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort?”
The three adults raised an eyebrow each at the boy. “Harry didn't tell you?” Narcissa asked in confusion. Draco shook his head slowly.
“He didn't say a word. Are you sure he knows about it?”
Snape nodded this time. “He let it slip that Dumbledore told him in June. I confronted him about it and he spooked and became defensive so I let it go for the moment.”
Draco nodded but inside felt a bit angry. Here they were, trying to build a bond that relied on trust and Harry wouldn't tell him about a freaking prophecy?
“Black, Lupin and Potter's friends also have no clue. Whatever it is, it must be big. Dumbledore wanted it protected lat year and the Dark Lord wanted it enough to send his top Death Eaters after it.” confessed Snape.
Lucius stroked his chin. “He knew Dumbledore knew the whole thing and he wanted to as well. That's why he attacked the Potters on Halloween night. He told us that new information said that his biggest threat was either a Potter or a Longbottom. He wouldn't even tell Bella the information so that when he disappeared she went crazy and tortured the Longbottoms for information about Harry.” He looked at his son. “this is just another example of why who both should just hide out until the war dies down.”
Draco suddenly remembered his own words to Harry this very night.
~“This may be a new concept to you, but I'm going to protect you from now on.”~
If hiding until the end of the war would keep Harry safe, Draco would do it.
“Very well Father. I'll talk to Harry about it.” And maybe get some answers along the way.
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A/N: Sorry this one was so late but ff.net is upgrading and I'm busy trying to get a tattoo AND it's a bit longer than the last few chappies. Hopefully you all understand why and what Harry and Draco will argue about in the next chappie or two.
S.Tangerine
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Weasel Hunting
Draco was quiet as he hid in the shadows from Flich, making his way up to the Astronomy Tower. If Draco had timed it right, Granger and Weaselette would have driven Weasel out of the Gryffindor Common Rooms in thirty minutes and that's when Luis and Greg would grab him and bring him to Draco.
The blond had sworn that if Weasel had hurt Harry in any way he would make him pay........it wasn't Draco's fault if the redhead took that as in only the physical sense.
The stairs to the Tower were dimly lit with fluttering torches, one at the top, middle and bottom of the stairs but Draco walked up the swiftly as if it were lit with the early rays of the morning sun.
Just has he had ordered, both Slytherins were waiting for him in the Tower.
“What's this about Drake? You haven't called on us since the end of last year.” Commented Luis as Greg nodded in agreement. They usually did the 'dirty work' in their spying while Draco ran things.
“I need you to bring Ronald Weasley here for a little visit. I made him a promise and now I'm fulfilling it.”
Greg looked skeptical. “You know Harry's not going to like you damaging his best friend, right Draco?”
The blond smirked. “But you see, he's not Harry's friend anymore. Found out about Harry and myself and ended the friendship. Rather rudely from what Harry told me. Now I'm getting even.”
Luis grinned before bowing in jest. “Well, Luis Montague at your service m'lord. I'll bring him here by the scruff of his horrid red hair if I have to.”
Draco rolled his eyes at his ex-boyfriend's antics.
“Just get him and get back to the Common Room without being caught.”
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For the third time that day, Ronald Weasley slammed a door shut. He'd just finished screaming at his sister and Hermione and couldn't stay in the Common Room with them anymore. Ron groaned into his hands as he ignored the Fat Lady's protests about being slammed so violently by moody teenagers.
By tomorrow morning, all of Hogwarts would know that Harry Bloody Potter was an Elemental Veela and that Draco Fucking Malfoy was his mate. He and Ginny had completely forgotten that a Gryffindor was trying to kill Harry when they were arguing until Hermione went white and silenced them with a charm. The bushy-haired sixth Year had then bodily dragged both siblings into Ron's dormitory and gave them a tongue lashing about being discreet. Ginny had gotten all teary eyed at the knowledge that she had put the happy couple in danger while Ron had shrugged and tired to look unruffled.
All that had gotten him was a fist full of Ginny and a hand full of Hermione in the face. So with a bloody nose and a stinging cheek, Ron had stormed out of the Common Rooms.
If Ron was honest with himself, he would acknowledge the tendril of fear he felt for Ha-Potter that popped up like a newly grown daisy when he realized what he had done. But denial was Ron's middle name and his anger stomped on that daisy, turning it into pulp.
Harry actually chose Malfoy, Malfoy over him. Not only did he throw away his friendship with Ron but somehow stole his sister and Hermione away from him too. Ron had no one now. Seamus and Dean weren't talking to him as well, having caught the gist of what had happened and sided with Potter and Posse. Really ironic, that one since Seamus did the same thing last year and practically told Harry to go stuff it about you-Know-Who being back and all. All Ron had left was Neville and even he was obsessed with Harry and Draco.
So caught up in his anger, Ron didn't notice the shadows following him but he did feel the stunner that hit him in the back moments later.
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Draco had been looking at his perfect nails when he heard them coming. He grimaced. They were making a lot of noise. Greg cursed and Weasley gave a muffled, outraged scream.
"Merlin, you sound like a bloody female when you do that!" Luis hissed and few few seconds later Draco saw a flash of red light and knew they had stunned him.
When they came into view, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't you have done that earlier instead of waiting until he woke up half the castle?"
Greg scoffed. "We did. He actually woke up half way here and walloped Luis in the jaw and got me in the stomach before we could drag him here."
Draco looked at his friends, they looked beaten up and Draco couldn't help the snicker that escaped him.
Luis scowled. "What's so damn funny Drake?"
Draco waved his hand at them. "This. You guys getting your arses kicked by a Gryffindor you stunned and out-numbered and is a Weasley. I think you've lost your touch."
Greg glared. "Well next time you get him yourself. Not only is he awkward to carry and bloody heavy, he twitches in his sleep."
With that said both Slytheirns dropped their load carelessly and left. Draco circled Ron as if he were an animal he was going to kill before nudging him harshly with his foot. Ron didn''t stir and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Now they use a more powerful stunner." With a heartfelt sigh, the blond pulled out his wand and woke the sleeping Weasel.
"Hmm-Wha-? Where am I?"
Draco stood far enough back to avoid flying fists and put on his best 'bastard' mask.
"Welcome to Hell I hope you hate it here."
Weasley's head whipped around so far Draco was surprised it didn't go flying off his lanky shoulders. His surprised expression quickly morphed into one of anger.
"Malfoy!" He spat as he rose to face the Slytherin Prince. "What did H-Potter sick his dog on me now?"
Draco's eyes narrowed at the slight on Harry but he noticed the almost slip up in Potter. So Weasley was just a hot-head. An idiotic, jealous hot-head but a hot-head nonetheless. Still Draco had promised a world of hurt if Weasel hurt his Harry.
His Harry? Getting a bit possessive there Malfoy. Shaking his head and storing that interesting tidbit away for later, Draco turned his attention back to the task at hand. Luis and Greg had locked the door and Weasley had no wand so he was stuck up here with Draco until the Slytherin let him out, up here with no one to hear his screams..........okay, so he wasn't going to use any Unforgivables on him, no matter how good it would make him feel. Harry would kill him, mate or not.
Weasley looked angry, scared and resigned to whatever fate Draco Malfoy had thought up for him. "Just hurry up and kill me Malfoy. No one will care anyways."
Leaving his horrid grammar for later Draco put his wand away, surprising The Idiot, capital letters and all.
"Oh stop your melodramatic ramblings Weasley, I'm not here to kill you, no matter how rewarding it would feel. And as for Harry, he has no idea I'm here."
Weasley looked confused. Honestly did the git not understand simple talking?
"You've lost me Malfoy. You're not going to hex me?"
Point proven.
Draco gave a suffering sigh. "I'll use smaller words then. I" Draco pointed to himself, "Am Not" He made a slashing movement with his hands, "Going To Kill" Draco punched one fist into his palm, "You." He pointed to Ron. "Capeesh?"
Weasley's face was as red as he atrocious hair.
"Then what in the bloody hell do you want? I know you enjoy my company about as much as I enjoy yours."
Draco gave a smirk. "Amazing. For once I actually agree with the useless ramblings that spew from your mouth."
Weasley took a step forward and swift as lightning Draco had his wand out and pointed at the Gryffindor's neck.
"I'll stop baiting you if you will just listen to me and actually use that waste of space between your ears to think about it. I think it's obvious that I want to talk about Harry." Draco removed his wand at Ron's reluctant nod.
"Why do you want to talk about Potter? Don't you get it Malfoy? You've won. You've gotten Harry, Hermione and even my sister to think you've changed and now you're here to rub it in."
Draco scoffed. "I've won? Won what? I wasn't under the impression that you and I were in any competition of sorts. You're not important enough to compete with me, Weasley. But that's not what I want to talk about." Draco said hurriedly at Ron's expression. the Gryffindor had a very short temper, that's what made him so fun to go after. Harry would usually just giving you a look of anger with his startling eyes and make you feel bad for the bug you accidentally killed yesterday while Ron would actually react and say the most idiotic things.
"Well start already. You're the one who dragged me up here."
Draco stood straight. "Tell me first. Why is it so hard to accept that Harry and I are mates. You don't have to like me and I certainly won't like you. All you had to do was grin and say you supported Harry in his decisions instead of betting bitchy because he felt insecure about tell you about me."
Weasley looked bitter. "Why? Because I don't support his decision this time. You're no good for him Malfoy. Harry is emotional, kind, real....human and while you're like ice, cold and unfeeling. You'd get your kicks out of stringing Harry along just to make him die later on because you could. You're evil."
Draco fumed. "I feel plenty of emotions, Weasley. Hate, pride, anger, lust. And those are just ones I can name without thinking!"
Weasley smirked at him, startling the Slytheirn in it's sheer smugness. "But not love? You don't even love Harry yet. No, all you feel are negative emotions and when it comes time to say what Harry needs to hear you won't. Not only because you won't but because you can't. You Malfoy, don't feel love!"
WHAM!
Draco's closed fist slammed into Ron's nose, spurting blood everywhere, making Draco cringe. He hated getting Weasley's blood on him but for one moment he went and did something so very Gryffindor it confused him. Weasley had amazingly tuned in on one of his deepest fears. That he didn't say he loved Harry back because because he truly didn't. Because he couldn't. Lost in his thought, Draco missed Ron charge at him and ram into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as they fell to the stone floor tangled together.
Weasley's fist slammed into Draco's cheek. "Why'd you chose this year to stop spying? Why'd you have to go and change everything?!"
Draco blocked the next blow and spent Ron flying off him with his own.
"Everything changes you idiot. It's not like like enjoy being in danger every second of my life."
Weasley sat back on his haunches breathing heavily. "I hate change! Every year something happens and things change. Why can everything stay the way it was when there was no Voldemort or Elemental Veela things to worry about?! Answer that!"
Draco sat up as well but neither student moved. "I can't."
Weasley said nothing so Draco continued. "It's not only stupid but completely counter-productive to fear change. There are two things you can count on in life: death and change. So, you know what Weasley, you're going to have to live with it or die because right now things are changing. Would you stop bad changes if it meant you'd take away the good ones as well? If you would, then do us all a favor and die because you aren't really living in the first place. Get out of here before I change my mind and curse you."
Weasley left, looking a bit less angry but a lot more confused than when he first showed up here, if that was possible, since he woke up in the Astronomy tower after being 'abducted' from the Gryffindor one.
Rubbing his sore ribs and deep in thought, Draco left the Astronomy Tower. At the bottom of the stairs, the Slytheirn began to curse. There right in front of him with a curious expression were his parents and godfather. His mother gave him an amused look.
“I was under the impression, with all the bonding and friendship making, that Harry was the Elemental Veela and you were his mate. Now you're also meeting Weasley in the Astronomy Tower late at night?”
Draco, embarrassed beyond belief couldn't even defend himself as his family began to tease him.
“I'm beginning to think my godson has an unhealthy obsession with Gryffindors. Lucius what having you being doing to the boy?”
Malfoy Sr gave a look of indignance. “I swear it was Cissa's coddling! I wanted Drumstrang but she insisted on something closer to home.”
Draco growled as his mother ruffled his hair. “That's it! I'm not having some lucid romantic tryst with Weasley. The mere thought disgusts me! I was simply trying to have a decent conversation with the barbarian about Harry and myself when he got violent. Look what the git did to my cheek!”
Narcissa, ever the concerned mother, quickly grabbed her son's pale face to see a bluish-purple bruise already forming. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.
“It'll be impressive tomorrow. As you're Professor you're punishment for fighting is to not see Madam Pomfrey until tomorrow morning. I'd like to see how you explain this to Harry.”
Draco's eyes went wide as he gapped at his mother. Lucius reached out and closed his son's mouth before crinkling his eyebrow in confusion.
“I thought Weasley was unaware of your situation with Harry? Even more, why would he consent to talk to you?”
Draco cleared his throat and looked sheepish. “He found out about Harry and I today and didn't take it very well. He and Harry had words and Weasley ended the friendship. I promised retribution to Weasley and got it tonight. Sort of. Got Greg and Luis to grab Weasley so it's mostly legal. I didn't even curse him.”
Lucius looked puzzled. “I'm not sure whether to be proud that you handled it so creatively or angered that you didn't hex Weasley's spawn.”
Snape smirked. “So the Hogwarts Dream Team isn't so dreamy? How sad.”
Draco nudged him. “Granger and Weaselette aren't too bad I suppose. Weasley was already roughed up when he came to me. I just assumed that Luis and Greg did it but now I'm not so sure. Granger has a fierce right hook and Harry told me that Ginny confessed to punching Blaise back in September and giving him that bruise on his jaw.”
“Harry has very violent friends.” Narcissa mused out loud.
“It's a Gryffindor trait.” Said Snape with a slight sneer.
Draco glared at his godfather. “Why do you say such things? You know I know about Harry being your nephew. Can you honestly say he's as bad as you thought he was?”
Snape sighed and transformed right before their eyes into Severeus the Godfather.
“You're going to want an honest answer about this, aren't you?”
“It would be preferable.” Severeus sighed again.
“Well I'll give you that Harry Potter is not a total replica of his father but his godfather-”
Draco cut him off. “There's your problem. We're not talking about Sirius Black, nor are we talking about James Potter, Remus Lupin or even Lily Potter. We're talking about Harry Potter. Being the son of Lily and James does make him a bit like them, but by being a part of both of them he becomes separate from them and into his own unique self. Granger's parents are muggles but that doesn't make her a muggle. For some reason their blood mixed together to create Hermione who is different, more so because she has magic. It's the same concept.”
Sev gave him a glare. “Are you trying to psycho-analyze me?”
Draco shook his head. “What can you tell me about Harry Potter? What?”
“He's an Elemental Veela.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Something about his character.”
Sev scoffed. “He's horrible at Potions.”
Lucius answered this time. “That's only because you grade him harder than everyone else, yell at him for looking at the instructions too many times and we've had Draco here ruin many of his Potions.”
Snape gave him a betrayed look. “Why are you defending him?”
Lucius shrugged, an odd sight indeed. “I'm curious as to where this is going.”
Snape grumbled before looking up at Draco.
“He's too stubborn.”
“And how's that bad?” Sev growled. “What is this Twenty Questions? It's bad because he doesn't listen to his elders and follow simple rules.”
Draco laughed. “I don't do that. It's called being a teenager. Face it, you know nothing about you're own nephew.”
That was a sobering thought to the Potions Master.
Narcissa decided to change the subject. “So how is the bonding progressing?”
Draco blushed slightly and sent his mother a look. She just practically asked if he and Harry had had sex yet.
“Fine I guess. It's not easy trying to get to know someone when you have an unknown murderer inside the castle and a well known mass murdering madman outside it. Now Weasel had to go add even more stress to our situation....”
As Draco trailed off Lucius cleared his throat. “I've been meaning to speak with you about that. The tension in the castle is not a good climate for producing a bond. With this unknown Gryffindor out to kill Harry, your life and future are also at risk. Perhaps it would be best if the both of you were to be hidden away, even at the Headquarters or a Malfoy cottage, until the bonding is complete.”
Draco looked at his father hard. It was a good idea but he saw where this was going. Once Lucius got his family into hiding he'd do his best to keep them there.
“I won't hide from this war father and neither will Harry. For some reason he thinks this is his war to fight.”
Severeus was silent for a moment. “He's hiding something about what happened last June in the Department of Mysteries. Lucius, do you by chance know why Potter was sent there?”
Lucius shook his head. “Other than to retrieve the prophecy on him and the Dark Lord and fail to kill Harry again, nothing.”
Snape 'hmm'-ed in thought while Draco looked shocked.
“There's a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort?”
The three adults raised an eyebrow each at the boy. “Harry didn't tell you?” Narcissa asked in confusion. Draco shook his head slowly.
“He didn't say a word. Are you sure he knows about it?”
Snape nodded this time. “He let it slip that Dumbledore told him in June. I confronted him about it and he spooked and became defensive so I let it go for the moment.”
Draco nodded but inside felt a bit angry. Here they were, trying to build a bond that relied on trust and Harry wouldn't tell him about a freaking prophecy?
“Black, Lupin and Potter's friends also have no clue. Whatever it is, it must be big. Dumbledore wanted it protected lat year and the Dark Lord wanted it enough to send his top Death Eaters after it.” confessed Snape.
Lucius stroked his chin. “He knew Dumbledore knew the whole thing and he wanted to as well. That's why he attacked the Potters on Halloween night. He told us that new information said that his biggest threat was either a Potter or a Longbottom. He wouldn't even tell Bella the information so that when he disappeared she went crazy and tortured the Longbottoms for information about Harry.” He looked at his son. “this is just another example of why who both should just hide out until the war dies down.”
Draco suddenly remembered his own words to Harry this very night.
~“This may be a new concept to you, but I'm going to protect you from now on.”~
If hiding until the end of the war would keep Harry safe, Draco would do it.
“Very well Father. I'll talk to Harry about it.” And maybe get some answers along the way.
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A/N: Sorry this one was so late but ff.net is upgrading and I'm busy trying to get a tattoo AND it's a bit longer than the last few chappies. Hopefully you all understand why and what Harry and Draco will argue about in the next chappie or two.
S.Tangerine