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A Twist In My Story	By : Bandersnatch91 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Twist In My Story
- 2-Chapter Two
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Chapter One

On the night that Harry went to bed he was one hundred percent certain that when he lay down it was in his own bed, in his own Gryffindor dorms. Within the safe confines of his four poster bed with red and gold curtains surrounding him. He could also swear Ron was snoring up a storm like he did each and every night. It wasn’t bothersome, and in fact had grown accustomed to the sound, even when he did wake up before most of his roommates.

The next morning when he woke up however was quiet. Too much to his liking, if you would ask him. There was a weird feeling in his gut that seemed to agree to him. When it involved him, something weird seemed to follow in mysterious ways. Too many that he liked to count, and for certain wouldn’t want to.

Harry decided to bite the bullet and open his eyes. Everything made sense now, not to say he liked what he saw, he absolutely didn’t like what he saw. He actually had moved so quickly that he had found himself fallen from the green bed comforter and silver pillows onto what he would expect nice warm Gryffindor rugs.

He was wrong again. He had landed on the cold floors of stone. There were no rugs on the floor around him. Harry was wondering what the hell happened last night. Had he snuck off to do some mischief and fallen asleep on the job. He was trying to think this over, staring down at the floor never noticing that he was wearing silk robes with the Slytherin House crest embroidered on his pajamas.

It was the laughter of a sound that he wasn’t used to. If we had his wits about him he would’ve hexed the owner of the voice. He knew one person with that sound. The voice belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy, Slytherin’s own slimy prince of Death Eaters and rich pompous brat, Draco Malfoy.

His head hat snapped up after a hand was place on his shoulder. Fingers curled around his shoulder in a friendly gesture. It was too weird. “Alright, Harry?”

Harry lost it he punched Draco in the jaw. His eyes narrowed at Draco as he stood straight over the blond that had been thrown to the ground babying his jaw, grey eyes narrowing. It wasn’t two seconds that Crabbe and Goyle had restrained Harry by his shoulders. They did not use force like Harry was used to however. This made Harry dizzy. What the hell was going on? Nothing seemed to be like he knew.

Draco stood up rubbing his now reddening jaw. He stood up and took a hissed breath. “Fuck, Harry that bloody hurt. What the hell is wrong with you? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” He muttered to himself then, which all three of them caught. “I knew I should’ve sucked you off last night.”

Harry without thinking like he tended to do when provoked hissed back. “Only a poof like you would. Like I would let you anywhere near my prick.”

Draco snorted. “Love, I know that we had a fight last night about the upcoming dinner party-but to take it out on me after we already fought about it is making an ass out of you. This will gladly keep you celibate until Christmas you jerk.”

Harry gritted his teeth eyes narrowing. Was this all a joke? He didn’t know anymore. “Okay what the fuck is going on? Is this a joke? Ha-ha, funny Malfoy. Cut the crap now, okay?”

Draco signed once through his nose. What was going on with his boyfriend? It was really bizarre. He didn’t like it one bit. Maybe if they hadn’t fought last night about whether or not to come out to his parents, who Harry was very adamant about then perhaps he wouldn’t be acting like this. Of course Harry had been a little put out with the Dark Lord talking to them all about joining his cause. It was hard on all of them. However, Harry didn’t have to act like a prick.

Draco grabbed onto the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. “Will you please watch the Malfoy act? You’ve never called me by my last name. You’re acting like them.” Draco drew his night robes around him and turned around. “I think after breakfast you will be more yourself. Crabbe, come with me to help me dress.” He headed for his French paper walls to change behind. He placed a hand on the paper walls and turned to Harry and Goyle.

“Goyle, why don’t you help Harry dress? I’m sure he’ll need the help, especially since he’s out of sorts today.” With that he turned around and headed behind the French room divider to change with Crabbe in tow.

Goyle had let go of Harry and muttered about a Period and a good lay being needed. Harry had chosen to ignore it, and brushed Goyle off. “I can dress on my own, thanks.” He didn’t know what was going on. He however would find out if it was the last thing he did. He really needed to talk to Hermione and Ron. Where were they? Why weren’t they storming the Slytherin dorms? At least he thought that’s where he was. Everything was moving too fast for his taste. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

With his mind muddling through these thoughts Gregory had taken the liberty to grab Harry’s robes and handed them to him. Not sure whether to listen to Harry or Draco. Both when provoked could be quite dangerous. He wasn’t sure if this was a test or some sort of joke between the two. Heaven forbid that they had played this game before. He had no room to complain, since after all he was bound a wizard’s oath to protect both Harry and Draco.

Harry snatched the robes from Goyle. The colors were off they weren’t his. Why did Goyle hand him Slytherin robes? These weren’t his. Where were his Gryffindor robes? “These aren’t mine.” He stated.

“Sure they are Harry. They have been since first year.” Goyle seemed to get impatient with Harry and started to help unbutton his dress shirt.

Harry smacked his hand, anger welling inside him. “Fuck off, I told you that I could change myself. Besides these aren’t my robes! Where are my Gryffindor robes? On top of that why am I here? Are you all fucking with me?! Ha-ha funny. Joke’s over.” Harry rummaged around the room for his robes. He failed when he couldn’t find a lick of red and gold. It was driving him insane.

One glance over at Goyle had stated that perhaps he was going insane. He couldn’t grasp it in his head. He would have to ponder on it. He decided to put that aside for right now. He decided he would find Hermione and Ron, at least Hermione. She would know what’s going on or at least why everything was so wonky. He scratched his chin, putting the thoughts that riddled his mind since he had woken up. Something had to be done. He wasn’t exactly sure what right now but he would figure it out.

Since there were only Slytherin clothes in the dorm room he took the ones Goyle had been holding on for a while now, and started dressing himself. He was only able to put the under robes on, however the fancy robes he was fighting didn’t seem to want to be latched together.

Goyle took that as a sign and started fixing up what Harry couldn’t, and started dressing him properly. Harry hadn’t known Slytherin robes were so hard to put on. There were things associated with these fancy silk robes that he had no idea how Malfoy got them on all the time. It was a little nerving that he couldn’t even dress himself properly. If he had his old robes it would be no problem. Jumper underneath, and dress robes and tie in the front. Goyle had finished in minutes, while dressing himself it would have taken Harry several hours just to get one clasp looking properly. “Thanks.”

“No problem Harry.” Harry didn’t like how the other Slytherins called him Harry. They had always called him Potter the past four years they had been going to Hogwarts. What exactly happened while he was sleeping?

He took this chance to look around his dorm room. Malfoy’s bed was the most elegant in the room, compared to the other three, Crabbe, Goyle and the bed Harry had woken up in. Everything screamed slimy Slytherin and old money. The room was nothing that he had been accustomed to, living with the Weasley’s it made him like the homey family atmosphere that made the Weasley family home to him. This was nothing like that.

His broom rested perfectly on the wall, being held up by a room stand on the wall. His wand was on a night stand on the right of the room placed on what looked like oak wood wand stand embroidered with gold. There many things that stated Harry had lived in this room for several years. If this was a prank it was a well thought out one. Then again, when it came to the nastiest pranks Malfoy was the best. He always thought everything through with his over witty mind and Slytherin cunning.

There were pictures in frames of Harry, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Zabini, and Millicent Bulstrode. Each one moving and having a great time from what he was seeing. He scowled at the pictures. With magic concerned anything could happen. Perhaps he had woken to a alternate reality. This would be something he had to mention to Hermione.

The sound of clearing a throat sounded through the room. “Good to go Harry?” Malfoy stood a foot away from Harry, with Crabbe and Goyle flanking both sides. “Are you ready to go to Breakfast then?”

Harry didn’t have a choice. He decided he would have to follow Malfoy. Trust him; he wouldn’t dare think of it. “Yeah, hold on a bit.” He walked to grab his wand and turned towards Malfoy, who then wrapped his arm around Harry’s leading him out of the dorm room where many Slytherin’s were waiting for them in the common room. Millicent looked up at Harry and Draco grinning wickedly.

“Made up did you? Have a row in the sheets get Draco?” She seemed to grin wickedly at both Harry and Draco. It unnerved Harry to be under that harlot grin, it made his skin crawl. Harry pulled his arm from Malfoy’s grip and brushed his hair with his hands taking a deep breathe. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on with himself but he knew he would figure it out one way or another.

Every Slytherin in the room stood after they had started heading towards the wall that would let them out in the dungeons. Tapping on the wall with his wand, Malfoy watched Harry carefully, as if afraid that Harry would bolt. It was a weird action coming from Malfoy.

Harry decided until they came to the Great Hall that he would bolt, so he would pull up appearances until then. He gave Malfoy a nod. This action seemed to give Malfoy the reassuring that he needed and when the stone wall crumbled away to the hallway of Hogwarts dungeons.

They continued on the path that would lead them to the Great Hall. Malfoy once again held that stone cold look on his face, mask slipping into place. Harry didn’t even know Malfoy was so two-faced. But he guessed being the honorable noble of Slytherin you needed one against your enemies. Never let them know what you’re thinking he supposed.

The walk was a long one. It was filled with silence as if every one of the Slytherin housemates were walking on glass. He supposed with the Dark Lord on the move, and with everyone suspecting one another his assumption would be correct. He just couldn’t fathom the thought of people joining that slimy snake Voldemort.

The doors opened to the Great Hall. Food was already hot and placed on every house table and the teachers place among them. Harry looked around making sure not to give anything away. There! He had spotted Hermione like always sitting at the Gryffindor table reading a dusty old book that was bigger than her head. Not even worried that Harry had entered the room with a bunch of Slytherins. He bolted before Malfoy could grab a hold of him and stop him from doing what was truly set in his mind.

Harry ran across the room in record time reaching the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey Hermione, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Let’s go somewhere private.” He said in a low voice so only a few could hear.” She lifted her head up eyes curious and wary. Her bushy brown hair framing her face fell back as she lifted her head.

“Hey Potter!”

Harry jerked his head up to the sound. It sounded like…but why would Ron call him by his last name? He didn’t have a chance to figure that one out as a flash of red, and a fist had smacked him so hard it threw off his balance and his head collided with the wooden table. He never had the chance to notice Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle trying to run to his rescue wands out, or even notice the odd looks he was getting at that moment as he placed a hand on Hermione. He hadn’t had a chance to think of anything, for in that moment in time when his head clashed against the table. He, Harry Potter savior of the wizarding world was knocked out cold by a jab to the face from Ronald Weasley.
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