Shades of Black | By : KagetsuAsame Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 24401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 12
One
evening when they came down for dinner the entire Gryffindor table looked
shaken. Draco scowled at them, wondering
what was going on. Without a word Draco
and Harry stalked over to the red head who had just
walked into the great hall. Ron was
accompanied by his sister and Granger.
“What
are you so afraid of Weasley?” Harry asked with a sneer, “Did Sirius Black try
to kill you?” He asked teasingly, the female Weasley paled, “Am I right?”
Ron
narrowed his eyes, “What happened to all that Gryffindor courage?” Draco asked
with a laugh, “Is the poor little weasel afraid?”
“Shut
up Malfoy!”
“Aww, he is afraid. You never answered me Weasley; did Black try
to kill you?” Ron ignored him, “Fine Weasley, don’t answer, we’ll ask your
little Mudblood girlfriend.” Harry said, turning to Granger, “Hey, Mudblood, what happened in your poor little tower?” She
never got a chance to reply. At the word
Mudblood Ron pulled out his wand while Harry responded in kind, pointing his
wand at Ron’s chest, “Put your wand down Weasley before I decide to hex you
into the middle of next week.”
At
that moment Dumbledore decided to walk in, “Everyone put your wands away and
tell me what happened.” He said calmly, walking over to the four of them.
Harry
and Ron slowly complied before Draco spoke, “We were just asking what was going
on when Weasley pulled his wand out.” He said calmly, “Can you tell us what
happened, sir?”
Ron
glared at him, “That’s not what happened and you know it Malfoy!” He growled.
Harry
narrowed his eyes, “Yes it is, sir. That’s exactly what happened.” He said,
crossing his arms over his chest, his ring glittered for a moment in the light.
Dumbledore
sighed, a twinkle in his eye, “Go back to your tables. There’s nothing to worry about.” He said
calmly, “Everyone is perfectly alright and nothing happened.”
Draco
sighed and rolled his eyes, “Let’s go Harry.” He said, grabbing his arm, his
ring visible to Dumbledore.
The
sparkle went out of his eyes for a moment as he put two and two together,
realizing they were betrothed. Something
seemed to click in his mind, “Mr. Potter, I would like to speak with you,
please come with me.”
Draco
scowled, “I’ll meet you in the common room.” Harry said before Draco had a
change to protest, “Get me some food too please.” He said before going with the
headmaster.
“Harry,
my boy, what has Lucius Malfoy been telling you?” He asked as they made their
way into his office.
“Nothing, sir.” He said innocently as they walked in.
Harry
looked around absently, “Might I ask where you got that ring?”
“It
was a birthday present.” He lied, “Sir, can you tell me about my parents? I asked Lucius and he wouldn’t tell me
anything.” He said, trying to get in the headmaster’s good graces.
Dumbledore
smiled, taking the perfect opportunity to tell Harry a lie as well, “Your
parents were wonderful people. Your
father was a good student, a bit of a trickster but he did well. Your mother was an exceptional student. They were both Gryffindors, good people.” He
said, sounding like he believed it himself.
Harry
inwardly groaned, he knew it was all a lie, “Sir?” He
paused, looking into his eyes, “I think you’re lying but I’ll believe you for
now. Is there anything else you wanted?”
He couldn’t help what he said, he hated the man in front of him, hated the fact
that he could lie so easily, that he could keep the truth from him.
Dumbledore
sighed, “No, that’s all Harry.”
“Can
you tell me why Weasley was petrified?”
“I
suppose it can’t hurt to tell you.
Sirius Black got into Gryffindor tower.
Luckily no one was there at the time but Mr. Weasley’s bed and items
were torn to shreds.”
Harry
raised an eyebrow, “I wonder why. I
thought he would be after me. Obviously
I was mistaken.” A small smile spread across his face, “Looks like I might not
have anything to worry about.” He paused, “Is there anything else sir?”
“It
might do you some good to put away your differences and look out for each
other.” Dumbledore said softly, Harry had a feeling he was trying to manipulate
him.
Harry
smiled, “Perhaps. Now if you’ll excuse
me I need to be going.” He said, walking out the door and down the spiral
stairs.
Upon
his return to the common room he was greeted by Draco, “Well?”
“Medaling old fool.” Harry hissed angrily.
Draco
raised an eyebrow and gave him a small bundle of food, “Here’s dinner now tell
me what happened.” He ordered calmly.
Harry
sighed and began to recount the events from inside Dumbledore’s office. Draco narrowed his eyes when he had finished,
“That bastard, trying to set you against us.” He sighed, “I know you better
then he does and I know you wouldn’t leave me.”
Absently
Harry began to pick at the food. He
didn’t trust Dumbledore, knew he was lying, but there was something about the
words he said, something about the way he said it that made him want to believe
him. Slowly he began to eat, just a
little bit, he wasn’t really hungry.
“What’s
wrong?” Draco asked, looking into his eyes.
“Something
he said…” Harry said, trailing off.
“About?”
Draco prompted, not going to let him off that easily.
He
was silent for a moment, “That doesn’t matter, it’s the way he said it, it…it
made me doubt…”
Without
a word the blonde haired young man wrapped his arms around him, “Don’t doubt
me.” He whispered, “I’ll always be there for you, always. What my father told you is true, he showed me
your Birth Certificate. You should read that book he gave you.”
Harry
nodded mutely, “Yeah, I should.” He sighed, “I will.”
Gently
Draco ran his fingers through his hair, “It’s soft.” He whispered in his ear,
“And it’s gotten long.”
Harry
sighed in contentment, all thoughts of doubt leaving his mind, “Thanks Drac.”
He purred, leaning against him.
Draco
smiled, “Let’s get our homework done then we can go to bed, alright?” He nodded
and pulled back so they could get to work, “Conjugate the verb amare.” He said, leaning back on the couch.
“That
isn’t part of our homework!” Harry said, scowling, they didn’t have lessons in
Latin.
“Do
it.” He ordered calmly.
Harry
sighed before reciting, “Amo, amas,
amat, amamus, amatis, amant.”
Draco
smiled, “Good, now conjugate Dare.”
Harry’s
emerald eyes rolled, not understanding why Draco was quizzing him on
Latin. Lucius having him learn it was
one thing but this was another, “Do, das, dat, damus, datis,
dant. I bet you want me to conjugate Equitare next, right?”
He
shook his head, “Conjugate Ministrare.”
Harry
scowled but complied, “Ministro, ministras,
ministrat, ministramus, ministratis, ministrant.”
“Now,
tell me that you love to serve.” He purred, smiling at him.
“Ministrare
amo.” He whispered.
He
slunk forward and kissed him, “I’m happy you do.” He purred against his lips.
“I
didn’t say I loved to serve you.” He retorted with a laugh.
Draco
laughed as well, “In time.” He purred.
“Well,
considering who my father is wouldn’t you be serving me?” He asked, not meaning
it in the least.
Draco
stopped laughed, “We’ll see what happens.” He replied as an owl flew into the
common room, letters usually didn’t come until meal times. Draco scowled but took the letter, the owl
didn’t make to move and Draco opened the letter. Slowly he began to read, Harry didn’t bother
to try reading over his shoulder.
Draco,
By
this time next year Harry’s father will be revived. You are not to tell anyone, am I
understood? That includes Harry. It’s a surprise, we already have something
planned. There is something you need to
take care of, you need to make sure Harry stays away from Dumbledore, he’s planning something although I’m not sure what it is. Until his father is fully revived we must be
very careful. We don’t want anything to
happen to him, not just because of who his father is
but because I think of him as part of our family, he is after all. Watch out for him Dragon. Incase he asks what this is about tell him
that I want to see the both of you on the next Hogsmeade weekend, should be in
two weeks time, which I do. I’ll meet
the two of you at the Three Broomsticks at two.
Lucius
“Well?”
Harry asked with Draco folded the letter up.
“He
wants us to meet him on the next Hogsmeade weekend, I wonder what he wants.” He
sighed, “I wish he wasn’t so vague sometimes.”
Harry
laughed and raked his ebony hair out of his face, “Well, he is an adult, they never tell us
anything.”
Draco
joined in the laughter, “You’re right.”
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