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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

Saturday morning arrived, and the sun barely peaked over the horizon. The majority of the student body peacefully slept. One who did not, was Harry Potter.

Despite the early hour of the morning, Harry couldn�t possibly fall back to sleep. All he could think about was when he'd see Draco Malfoy or where they'd meet. How surprised he was to see he wasn't the only one in his dormitory wide awake.

"Neville? What are you doing?" Harry asked, sliding on his glasses.

"Hiya Harry!" Neville turned around with a smile. A pile of clothes was loosely bundled in his arms, "Gran wants me home for the Easter Holidays. I thought I'd better wake up early to pack, so I don't end up forgetting anything. What about you? Don't you usually sleep in on Saturdays?"

"Yep." Harry said, very lively. He started going through his trunk, "But, I'm going to be very busy today, and I'm too excited to sleep in."

"Oh, what are your plans?" Neville asked curiously.

"Lets just say, I'm going to be spending the day with someone." Harry casually replied. Sorting through the clothes in his trunk, he started growing annoyed that he couldn't find anything to wear.

"Who?" Neville asked, setting the pile of clothes on his bed and returning to his own trunk.

"That much I can't tell you. Sorry, Neville." Harry smiled empathetically. He wasn't normally so conversational in the morning, but he wasn't normally in this good a mood, either.

"It's okay, Harry." Neville looked back with a friendly grin, "I hope you have fun!"

Harry sighed. The nicest clothes he had, were pieces of his school uniform. He didn't want to wear those today, though. He wanted to look nice for Draco. But, with his options mostly Dudley's hand-me-downs, it didn't look too promising. Eventually, he settled on his school pants and a white button-up shirt. Groaning, Harry felt disappointed that it was the only half decent thing he had.

When he descended to the common room, he found it mostly empty. By the fireplace, Harry could see the back of a bushy brown head sitting by herself. Her nose was buried deep in her book.

. . .Careful not to attract suspicion, caution was always taken by Godric Gryffindor. Slytherin's power was beyond measure, but he was also skillfully deceptive. So, it was with. . .

"Harry!"

He jumped, "What?!"

"It's very rude to read over someone's shoulder unannounced, you know." Hermione scolded, closing her book.

"Oh," Harry sighed, taking the chair opposite Hermione, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Hermione replied, leaning forward slightly and resting her arms on the book on her lap, "You're up early."

"I can't sleep. I was too excited. And. . ." Harry hesitated, "I need your help."

"I'll do what I can." She casually shrugged.

"The thing is- how to put this. . . Since, you're a girl, you're better at this thing than I am. Dudley's hand-me-downs are awful, but I don't want to wear my school uniform clothes either, because I want to. . . er-" he bit his bottom lip and his cheeks flushed pink lightly.

A sly grin drew across Hermione's face. She whispered, "You want to look good for Malfoy?"

"Don't laugh at me!" Harry covered his face with his hands.

"Stand up. I�ll see what I can do."

Harry stood, Hermione's eyes drifted from his head to his feet, "Really, all we need to do is make a few minor changes. You'll look nice, and no one will know you're wearing your school clothing."

Drawing her wand, she walked a circle around Harry once, then considered him for a moment, "Okay, pull your shirt out and leave it untucked." After he did, she touched her wand to his shirt. Instantly, Harry was engulfed with an invigorating sensation. The material transformed from cotton to a more silky material, the color white replaced with the same emerald color as his eyes.

"Hmmm," Hermione tapped her wand against her chin in concentration for a few moments, "Okay, undo the top button. Flare the collar a little bit. Yeah, like that!" She then waved her wand at his legs. His pants weren't too noticeably altered. They simply flattered his figure just that much more.

Pocketing her wand, she approached Harry to ruffle up his already messy hair, "No use trying to tame it." She said more to herself than to Harry, "It looks much better in its natural chaotic state, anyway. There." She stepped back, gazing at Harry like he was her masterpiece, "Perfect! Wow, Harry, you look. . . 'hot'." she giggled.

"I said don't laugh!" Harry remarked, although unable to suppress a grin of his own.

"I'm sorry," she shook her head a little, "I didn't know I'd be so good at this! Thank you!"

"No, thank you." he replied.

"Let me put my books away, then we can go get breakfast."

"Okay." Harry nodded. He didn�t feel particularly hungry. But, he was impatient to get out of the common room. Since he was unsure of when or where Malfoy would approach him, he thought it best not to seclude himself.

A minimal amount of students occupied the Great Hall. Breakfast wasn't even ready yet, it was so early. Harry and Hermione sat next to one another at the almost empty Gryffindor table. The duo managed to keep themselves entertained while they waited. Harry's good mood rubbed off on Hermione. It had been such a long time since she saw him so happy.

"Oh, come on!" Harry nagged, "It would be so funny! Can't you just picture Snape in billowing pink robes?"

Hermione giggled, "I know! It would be hilarious, but I'm not doing it!"

"Please!" Harry laughed, "I'll give you. . . fifty Galleons!"

"No way!" Hermione shook her head, "You know that even if he doesn't know who did it, he'll accuse us! And I know you don't want to spend this entire week in detention."

"Fun killer!" Harry teased.

Hermione playfully slapped his shoulder.

The crowd started filling in right before breakfast finally appeared. Harry's jaw practically hit the table when he saw Draco; the Slytherin was so well dressed. Harry had never really paid attention to what he wore aside from school robes before and felt regretful he hadn't. Draco's attire was anything but Muggle fashion, and Harry found his aristocratic style quite becoming on him.

When they were about halfway through breakfast, the morning post arrived. Owls swooped overhead with nothing for Harry. He hadn't expected anything, granted. But, he couldn't help but notice the eagle owl that landed next to Draco Malfoy. The blond took his letter. When he was finished reading, he was scowling. He slipped the letter into his pocket and pounded a fist against the Slytherin table. Rubbing his forehead for a moment, Draco then briskly stood and stormed out of the Great Hall. Harry was quite curious as to what that was all about.

Well after everyone finished eating, Draco still hadn't returned. Harry couldn't keep his eyes off the door to the Entrance Hall, in hopes Draco would walk back through.

"Let's go outside." Ron stood up first, "It's too nice a day to spend inside."

"I agree." Hermione stood up as well.

"But-" Harry started, then stopped, not wanting to explain why he wanted to wait.

"Harry, we'll still be out in the open if we're outside." Hermione quietly explained, "It's not like we're going back to the common room."

"Okay." Harry sighed, reluctantly standing up.

"Blimey, Harry!" Ron started laughing, "Where did you get that outfit?"

"Er-" Harry hesitated. Ron hadn't mentioned his clothes all throughout breakfast, so Harry was rather surprised by his redheaded friend's sudden outburst, "I ordered it." he quickly lied.

"Why?" Ron's laughing grew steadily louder; he had to prop his arm against the table just to stay standing. His eyes couldn't seem to stray from Harry's green shirt.

"Because I don't want to wear Dudley's old clothes all the time!" Harry's anger built up the more Ron laughed. He truly didn't understand why Ron found this so amusing.

"No offense, mate." Ron shook his head, "But, you look like a queer!"

"Er-" Harry's abdomen felt like it was suddenly penetrated by a rusty dagger.

"RONALD!" Ginny shouted simultaneously with Hermione's gasp. Ginny had just approached, holding Dean's hand.

"What?!" Ron turned toward Ginny, "He does!"

"FRILLY LACED, MOLDY, MAROON DRESS ROBES!" Ginny screamed.

Ron's face flushed, and he swallowed hard. He turned toward Harry, very shamefully muttering, "Sorry, Harry."

"Don't worry about it." Harry sighed.

The Gryffindors spent the morning on the grounds. Most of them either menaced the giant squid or had friendly duels. Hermione occupied her free time with another book, as usual. Harry's attention constantly jerked to the great oak front doors. Plenty of students entered or exited, but Draco was never one of them.

At lunchtime, Dean, Seamus and Neville all left so they could go home for the Easter Holidays. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny went back to the Great Hall. When Draco didn't even show up for lunch, Harry grew apprehensive. He wondered where the Slytherin had disappeared to and whether or not they were still going to meet that day.

By the end of dinner, the blond was still missing. And Harry's pleasant mood was fully deflated.

"Lets go back to the common room." Ron said. They had already eaten plenty of additional helpings. They mostly waited due to the fact Harry wasn't ready to leave. But, after doing nothing for so long, Ron grew bored.

"You guys can go. I'm staying here." Harry muttered. He didn't want to force them to wait; he just didn't want to leave himself, quite yet.

"Why?" Ron lifted an eyebrow.

"Because, I want to. Don't worry about me." Harry grumbled.

"Oh, c'mon." Ron said cheerfully, acute to Harry's down disposition even though he didn't understand it, "We'll nick some firewhiskey. It'll be fun."

Harry angrily groaned, "Just because you like to kill your brain cells, doesn't mean everyone else does. You fucking drunk." He knew he was being unnecessarily mean to Ron. Ron didn't do anything, but his persistence to try to make him leave annoyed Harry and that annoyance was just adding to the pile of an already bad mood.

"What the bloody hell has crawled up your arse?!" Ron snarled, immediately standing up. His fists clenched, and his lips tightened.

"Excuse me?!" Harry stood up, just as hostilely as Ron had. They neared each other to the point their noses almost touched, and their eyes narrowed. Soon the boys were having rows with each other. Their faces grew red, and their volume highly escalated. Hermione threw herself in between them, desperately using herself as a human barricade. The walls of the Great Hall rebounded every angry word, clearly and crisply-- not to mention, it was filled with an over excessive amount of the word, 'fuck'.

"What is going on?" Ginny whispered, rushing over to the boys. She hadn't been sitting with them during dinner, "I don't believe I've ever heard the f-word shouted more times in my life!"

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed with relief. It was like she was in the middle of a losing battle and the winning reinforcements suddenly arrived. She looked at her and asked as kindly as possible, "Would you please take Ron to the common room?"

"No!" Ron shouted, "I'm not leaving until he tells me what his problem is!"

"Ron, everybody is staring at us!" Hermione kept her angry tone to a whisper. Sure enough, the students' eyes were glued to the quartet, and Hermione's face was flushed pink in response. Many of the Slytherins cackled wildly.

"I don't give a-"

"Weasely!" The group turned to see Professor McGonagall, who looked more stern than usual. "Don't you dare use that word, again! I cannot believe the filth I have just heard you boys screaming! That kind of language- I've never- I- I'm speechless."

"Then, please allow me, Minerva." came a maliciously cold voice. From behind Professor McGonagall, Snape approached the group looking simply delighted that he had another opportunity to punish Harry and his friends, "If you two are unable to discuss a personal disagreement in a civilized manner, without filling the entire hall with garbage, then you may learn how by spending the rest of your Easter Holidays in detention. Potter. You will report to my office every night this week at five p.m. sharp, starting tomorrow." A small, triumphant grin curled across his pale face.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded, "and you, Weasely, will report to my office just as soon as this discussion is over. I must say. I found your behavior tonight very appalling. You are sixth years. Think of the example you are setting for our younger students. I am very disappointed. You are almost adults-- I daresay, you are old enough to understand how immature your display tonight was."

Harry and Ron both nodded. Their heads bowed with shame.

"As for you, Miss Granger-" Snape started.

"No!" Ron interrupted.

"I beg your pardon, Weasely?" Snape's black eyes viciously narrowed.

"She didn't say any of it!" Ron shouted, "She was the one trying to stop us!"

"Mr. Weasely, I implore you. Do not speak out of line to me, if you do not wish for additional punishm-"

"Severus, if you don't mind." Professor McGonagall gently lifted her hand, "Miss Granger did not partake in shouting profanity across the Great Hall. I say she shall not be punished."

Snape's lips curled very curtly. He glanced slightly in Hermione's direction, "Very well." he replied before walking back to the staff table.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Miss Weasely. I please ask that you return to your dormitory immediately." Professor McGonagall said, "Mr. Weasely, if you would please follow me to my office."

Scowling at Harry, Ron turned away and followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was dead with silence. The students' eyes remained tightly locked on Harry, Hermione and Ginny.

"Let's go, Ginny." Hermione turned to her. Ginny nodded, and they left.

Harry followed a few paces behind. It wasn't the first time he had to walk down the Great Hall with all the students' eyes boring into him. Yet, he still hated the feeling just as much as he always had.

"Hermione!" Harry called when he was in the Entrance Hall.

Hermione turned in his direction with her eyes narrowed, "Oh, don't you try playing friendly with me, now!"

"What?!" Harry snapped.

She nudged Ginny, whispering in her ear. The redhead nodded and proceeded up the marble staircase. Hermione marched straight back for Harry, her eyes narrowed in a lethal glare.

"How dare you speak to Ron like that!" She rounded on him with her face dangerously close to his. Harry hated the fact that she was slightly taller than him.

"Don't act like he's all innocent!" Harry snarled.

"I'm not! But, you started that completely unprovoked. Ron was trying to be friendly! I know I said I'd support you and Malfoy's relationship, but I'm not going to if you're going to be rude to your friends every time you don't get your way!"

Harry sighed, burying his face into his hands. He let his arms fall limply to his sides with his gaze meeting the tips of his shoes, "I'm sorry, Hermione. You're absolutely right."

"Come on, lets go to the common room." Hermione sighed, with an empathetic tone. She stood next to him, rubbing his back lightly.

"I'm not going to the common room." Harry shook his head, "Just go without me." He knew that by waiting for Draco at this point, he was just setting himself up for disappointment. But even with this knowledge, he still just wanted to wait.

"McGonagall said we have to-"

"I know, but I want to wait out here." Harry interrupted, muttering through gritted teeth.

"Harry." Hermione sighed with pity, "If Malfoy is even still here-"

"He is still here!" he snapped, "He told me he would be." Sure, he didn't actually know how reliable Draco was with his word, but Harry wanted to believe he could trust him.

Hermione took a deep breath. It appeared that she was mustering all her strength just to remain calm, "Look, sometimes Ron and I have to contact the prefects of the other houses after hours. We use owls, and they always get through--and quickly, even. So, Malfoy can contact you if you go back-"

"I don't care, Hermione! I just want to wait out here!" Harry shouted. He didn't understand why she wouldn't just let him wait.

"And what will you do if he doesn't show?" Hermione's attempt to keep her cool was broken, "Stay the night out here?"

"Maybe." Harry crossed his arms, knowing that he wouldn't actually do that.

"You are being completely unreasonable!" Hermione shouted.

"I am not!" Harry defensively said.

"See! This is exactly what I mean when I say you're acting desperate!"

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.

"It's really quite pathetic." Hermione scowled.

"Oh, fuck you." Harry's attention focused on the door leading to the dungeons.

Hermione's eyes widen, and her jaw dropped, "You- I-" she stuttered, "Fine! Sleep in the Forbidden Forest, for all I care!" and with that, she stormed off to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry's gaze remained at the door to the dungeons. His jaw twitched as he stood in silence.

The sound of a door opening caught Harry's attention. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini were exiting the Great Hall and heading toward the dungeons.

Even though he didn't like them, Harry thought they would be the people who were most likely to know Draco's whereabouts. He ran up behind the pair, then cleared his throat and asked very politely, "Excuse me?"

The Slytherins stopped for a moment and glanced back. When they realized it was Harry, they continued walking as if they couldn't hear him.

"Wait! Please!" Harry begged, following right behind them.

Pansy Parkinson spun around. Her eyes firmly narrowed, "What do you want, Potter?!"

"Where's Malfoy?" he asked.

Parkinson rolled her eyes incredulously. Turning back around, she and Zabini continued walking.

Harry snatched a handful of material from the shoulder of her shirt. Growing more impatient, he demanded, "Where is he? Please tell me!"

"Get your filthy hand off her!" Zabini snarled. He grabbed the cuff of Harry's shirt and tossed it back with such gusto, it tore slightly, "What's it to you, anyway?" He furrowed his brow.

"We are- er-" Harry hesitated, thinking of any excuse, "partners in Potions. We need to work on homework together."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. Harry immediately spotted the flaw in his excuse, as Zabini was also in their class, "That's funny. I thought he was Theodore Nott's partner?"

"Well," Harry hesitated, again, "We traded. So, please tell me!"

"You know," A wicked smirk drew across Zabini's face, "that outfit makes you look like a poof, Potter."

Parkinson giggled into her hand. The pair continued, ignoring Harry.

The Gryffindor was already sick of this game. He ran ahead of them and jumped in front of the door before they reached it. Drawing his wand, Harry shouted, "Protego!" He wasn't actually trying to block a spell, but rather doing everything in his power to prevent them from walking away from him.

Zabini growled in frustration. He drew his wand, even knowing that throwing jinxes at Harry would be completely futile.

"Tell me where Malfoy is!" Harry demanded once more, "I'll let you pass and never bother you again, I swear!"

"My God, Potter." Zabini rolled his eyes, "He went home for the holidays, Idiot."

"No." Harry shook his head, "He was going to stay here."

"He was going to!" Parkinson snarled, "But, his mother wrote to him this morning and said he had to come home! Now, leave us alone, you stalker!"

Harry sighed. So, that was what happened when Draco angrily left that morning. The magical barrier disappeared with a wave of his wand. Harry started walking toward the marble staircase when he was suddenly snagged.

Looking back, Harry saw that Pansy Parkinson clutched his arm. She lifted the cuff of his shirt that had been ripped by Zabini. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the ID bracelet. She looked up at Harry, her eyes wide with shock. Suddenly, she burst into tears and went running down to the dungeons. Zabini appeared completely caught off guard and quickly ran after her.

The perfect week, instantly destroyed in a matter of seconds, Harry growled lowly and clenched his fists. Great! Just great!

A/N: Thank you for the comments. I love them! Really! And that's the right thinking Tokyogirl21. ^.~
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