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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: I�m
really sorry this took me so long to upload. Aff has
been playing difficult and so I left it alone for a while, I�ve only just
returned today. I�m really sorry, if it makes you feel
any better I�m up to chapter 19 with this story so hopefully updates will be
quick for a while.

Thanks heaps for the reviews!!!

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Twelve �
The Daily Prophet

What�s everyone�s problem? Do I have something on me? Am I in
some way annoying the hell out of them with my very presence? Am I offending
them in some way or form?

These people have a serious problem.

�I�ve just stepped
into Diagon Ally, and my very presence seems to have disturbed a great amount
of pass-bys. Pass-bys!� As in people who I do not know and are just placed in the category of people that I�m
passing, that means that these people are just odd faces, doing their own
everyday thing without knowing the person they are passing. So usually it�s
very common for me to be categorised and categorise others as pass-bys because
it�s a constant thing�

However, though some pass-bys are known for staring at
another passer-by in fascination, disapproval and what not, it is not common for an entire street full of
passer-bys to stop and stare at one passer-by. Yes, I�ve seen at least five in
a crowed stop and look � me sometimes being one of those five � but I haven�t
seen an entire street suddenly stop and look, I�ve only seen it happen for
important people, such as Albus Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic and Harry,
this has not very often happened to me however, so I am very unsure how to
treat the matter.

I�m wary, and a little fascinated. I mean I have only made
about seven to ten steps into diagon ally from the
doorway behind the leaky cauldron, and already I seem to have captured ninety
percent of the passer-bys attention.

This is weird. I must admit.

Some look like they are ready to jump me and throttle me, a
few look ready to join forces and chase me and some elderly lady that�s just
exited a shop nearby looks ready to scowl me.

What the fuck?

I look around, taking in each person that looks harmful to
me, this adds up to be about seventy three percent, the rest just look like
they�re prepared to lecture me. I know for a fact that I�ve stepped in here and
not brought so much attention onto myself before.

I used to come here nearly every Saturday for shopping and
not once did I attract more then twelve people to my presence.

Maybe I should pretend I haven�t noticed the attention?
Harry seems to be able to do it really well, so there�s no way I can�t do it
just as good.

Maybe I should just turn and go, and do this another day
when I have some body-guards and Harry to protect me?

Have I offended someone? Is something on my face? Is it my
hair? Or perhaps what I�m wearing? No� can�t be.

Okay, might as well ask someone.

I raise a brow and scan around the crowed, trying to act
aloof to the gazes. �Is there a problem?� I ask in a solid, unwavering voice.

A tall man steps forward, he looks rather built in the arm
and chest department� Maybe I should run?

�Yeah� he says, in a voice that would make me question his
intelligence level. �There is� He states, though he doesn�t seem to want to
elaborate, he�s now just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest,
looking intimidating.

I slowly nod, looking at him, waiting for the �Because� but
after a few seconds of him just standing there looking idiotically intimidating
I raise my other brow. �And what�s the problem� I try to keep my voice from
dropping to that tone you use to offend people.

This man must be stupid or something, he doesn�t even seem
to know the answer� Well, okay then.

�You should be ashamed of yourself!� Suddenly the words are snapped
at me, I turn my gaze away from the idiot and settle on the elderly lady that
had looked ready to scowl me� and now is.

�What for?� I ask.

She shakes her head at me, looking all that more
disappointed�

I feel like I�ve just disappointed my grandma for not
growing up the way she wanted me to grow up� it�s rather disturbing seeing as I
don�t even know this lady.

�I had trusted you, and was even starting to see you as a
good person!� Another person pipes up, somewhere from the left of me.

I grown. �What the hell are you all
talking about? Do I know you all or something?� I snapped, glaring around at
the crowed.

Could it be that this is some kind of communal meetings?
Like those places you go to when you�re an alcoholic, and you all sit in a
circle and introduce yourself and then your problem�. Perhaps I got drunk and
entered in one of these groups, and I�ve somehow managed to upset them� but
that still doesn�t explain why half the population that is here knows me, and
it�s close to impossible for them to all be here at the same day at the same
time.

A young girl, younger then me, steps forward and sneers at
me � sneers!

�You�re disgusting! Harry loved you and this is how you
repay him? By cheating on him and nicking off when he was down and needed you
the most?! You�re disgusting!�

Well� that cleared a bit up.

I look around the crowed, realisation dawning on me like a
rock being thrown at me. These people read and believe the Daily Prophet.

Shit.

�Is that what you all believe? What that article said in the
Daily Prophet?� I hiss the name. This
newsagency hasn�t even tried to get on my good side. I can�t wait for this
hearing! I�m going to make sure they leave with not even a Knut in their
pockets!

I sneer back to the crowed, making sure I use my most intimidating
Malfoy sneer, it makes at least a dozen people step back � I still haven�t lost
the touch.

�I don�t need to answer myself to any of you!� I say, my
sneer turning into a snarl. The Master of Snarling is back, and this time my
snarling actually works, a few more people take another step back. �I don�t
need to hear your two knuts,
nor do I need to hear about your disapproval� I announce, making sure to give the
scowling lady a glare before I turn my attention back to the crowed.

�For all of your business � and I shall stress that it is not your business � I did not elope like
the papers claim. I did not cheat on Harry, nor have I
ever� I spit at them. I�m really pissed off and I believe I have all the right
in the world to be.

These people are taking my life and examining it through a
newspaper agency that�s out to get my wrath directed onto them, they have no
right in the world to stand here and accuse me of actions they read out of the Daily Prophet.

And they certainly have no right to judge me while only
knowing half the truth, from an agency that is known for writing lies!

�You don�t disserve him!� someone else shouts to me,
somewhere far back in the corner, probably hiding behind a tree or something.

These people are really pushing their luck with me. �How
dare you people even assume that you know me!� I
suddenly yell, my glare turning fierce, almost feral. �You have no right to
even confront me and tell me what I should or shouldn�t do!� I hiss at them, my
entire body seems to be shaking in rage as I look around at them all.

�Since day one you�ve hated the idea of another Malfoy
roaming the world! I thought I had to prove myself to the lot of you! I see now
that I shouldn�t have wasted my time! I shouldn�t have bothered spying on
You-Know-Who and his cult! I should have just stepped back and watched! Then
when Harry and I announced we were dating you all were in an uproar! How dare
you even think your words are needed in Harry and my relationship! You have no
idea what we feel for one another, and I doubt you�d even be able to imagine
it!�

Oh, I am pissed.

�You have no right to tell me that I�m disgusting! You have
no right to even confront me and accuse me of eloping! None of you know the
truth of what happened that day, and don�t even pretend to think you do!� I
snap, my anger dying away a little.

�None of you are worth my time� I say a little quieter,
almost to myself.

I�m frustrated, pissed and ready to evoke the anger of
Merlin himself! I don�t have to answer to these people! Ever since I was born I�ve
been trying to impress people I don�t even know, and when Harry and I started
dating I tried to fit into the image of �Harry Potter�s boyfriend�, but I
can�t! You just can�t please these people and I�m sick and tired of even
trying!!

A lot of people just look stunned, too stunned to say
anything in return to me, and some just look confused on what to say.

These people aren�t worth my time, but that doesn�t stop me
from feeling frustrated that they would attack me like that, telling me out
rightly that I don�t disserve Harry. Don�t they think that I don�t already know
that? I know I don�t disserve Harry, but I�m not about to leave him because of
that. For some reason it�s me that makes Harry happy, it�s me he chose to be
with, and I�m not about to take that away from him just because these people
don�t like me and I can�t impress them.

I pull out my wand, and watch as some gasp and some grab
their own wands and point them at me.

I glare at them and then appararate
away. I need to talk to Harry about this.

Within seconds I land out the front of my work building, and
as soon as my feet hit solid ground I�m walking towards the entry, long strides
taking me past the doorway and through the halls.

These people don�t know me. Ever since Harry and I started
dating they�ve been at me, trying to find imperfections in me and then pointing
them out, hoping that it would be the one imperfection that would make Harry
and I break up. Just to spite them I should stay with Harry for the rest of my
life and get him to propose to me in front of them all.

I walk up some stares and down a few more hallways before I
enter my section of the building, I pass my office door and then Tammy�s,
heading straight down the brightly lit hallway I make a left and then a right
and within a few minutes I�m approaching Harry�s office.

Compared to all the other offices in this area, Harry�s is
the biggest; it�s got two large wooden doors, looking both inviting and
intimidating.

I somehow manage to stop just outside the door to compose
myself a little. The last thing I need is to go
storming in, looking like hells angels and make a fool of myself, especially if
Harry has clients in there, it wouldn�t look good in the least.

I knock.

He better not have any clients in there.

�Come in.�

I push down the handle and step into the room, closing the
door behind me.

Harry�s siting behind his desk, paper work filed around him,
a quill in his hand and his eyes on me, looking surprised.

�Draco� He states as he puts the pen down and raises his
brows. �I thought I told you not to bother coming in today.�

And I had full intention of taking that order, if it hadn�t
have been for those stupid people I�d be shopping and relaxing.

I don�t know whether I should continue to rant and rave
about the injustice in the world or to just collapse on Harry�s lap and tell
him to take my mind off things.

Both sound very promising in my opinion, but it looks like I
have to take the first one because Harry�s just stood and walked around the desk,
so there�s no jumping in laps for me.

I�ll rave then.

�That fucking article that�s what�s the
matter!� I shout, throwing my hands into the air.

Harry leans back on his desk, his arms folded over his
chest, his ankles crossed as he looks at me. �What happened?� he asked.

I throw myself back into the lounge and cross my arms over
my chest, glaring. �I had almost forgotten about that article, until I got to
Diagon Ally that is� Everyone just stopped and stared at me!�

Harry frowned and uncrossed his legs.

�And then when I asked what their problem was, this guy
approached me and told me he had a problem with me!�

Brows rose in surprise before they furrowed, eyes narrowing.

�Then everyone else had the audacity to start accusing me of
eloping in your time of need!�

Harry now pushes himself off the table, eyes narrowed
darkly.

�Then I was told that I didn�t disserve you!�

That seemed to be that last straw.

Harry�s glare darkened and his entire body seemed to be
sucking in raw magic as he silently walked around the table and sat in the
chair, and still in silence he picked up a pen and began to write.

Well I never! I tell him how distraught I am,
tell him that these people have attacked me verbally and that I�ve more or less
got the entire wizarding population out to get my blood. And what does he do?
He goes back to work! Why that little�

�Well it�s nice to know someone cares� I spit as I stand
abruptly and turn my back on him. I can�t believe him! I walk towards the door
and grab the handle, fully intending on storming out of the building, my plan
would have succeeded if the door hadn�t been locked.

I try the handle again, it still doesn�t work! That man!

I turn on my heels and glare at him. He hasn�t lifted his gaze,
instead he�s still glaring as he writes furiously.

What the hell is he doing?!

�Potter, you better open this door� I snap.

He continues to write, looking like he was far from hearing
my demands.

�Potter, I mean it! I�m not in the mood! Open the door!�

Still he writes, dipping his quill into the ink bottle, then
once again placing it to paper and writing.

This mans asking for death.

I can�t believe he�s locked me in here while he continues to
do his work! I came to tell him my Diagon Ally event to have something come of
it, to have him go off his rocker and storm down to Diagon Ally and deal with
the people or even to storm towards the Daily
Prophet�s headquarters and start a hex storm.

But no, when I tell problems to my boyfriend he glares and goes back to work.

�Potter, I swear if you don-�

And the bastard gives me a silencing look! I am not his
obedient bitch!

�Potter!� I snap, glaring furiously
at him.

He ignores me! Me!
I�m being ignored! This is unheard of!

Putting down the quill he slowly picked up the parchment and
winding it up tightly he poured some wax over it before he pulled his personal
signet ring off his finger and stamped the still cooling wax, leaving his
signature standing out brightly in the red wax.

His still ignoring me however.

Waving his hand the parchment vanishes with a �pop�, and as
it does he turns his attention to me.

I can�t help but shiver at his intense gaze.

�I - �

And my vocabulary has been lost in my frozen mind. Harry�s
gaze is so intense as he slowly stands from the table
and makes his way around it, not once does his dark eyes waver, and not once
does his facial expression soften.

Have I pissed him off?

I have to admit that I�m a little nervous, and when Harry
starts to approach me with that darkened look I take a step back in fright,
this seems to trigger something and as if a blanket was being whipped off an
art display for the public to see, Harry�s darkened look dropped and instead
there was the caring Harry Potter that I love.

He looks guilty, worried and apologetic as he approaches me
cautiously, trying to see if he had scared me enough to have me running from
the room if he did anything too sudden. I admit that I was a little worried,
but I�m not about to bolt.

�I�m sorry� he stated as soon as he was within arms length
of me. He reached out and grasped my hands and began to pull me forward.

I watch his face intently as I�m tugged forward. There�s no
darkness in it anymore, but I can see that it�s been pushed back and buried.
I�ve heard that�s not healthy.

�I didn�t mean to scare you� Harry states as he releases my
hands and wraps his arms around my waist instead, pulling me against him. �I
was angry at them, for what they said to you� I�m not angry at you, and you
know I�d never hurt you intentionally, right?� he asked me as he brought one
hand to cup my cheek.

You can tell this man has been to counselling. And I can�t
help but jab at him � ever since he told me he had to go to counselling through
his last year at Hogwarts and a year after, because of his anger, I haven�t
been able to let go of the jokes.

�Now let�s look at how that made me feel� I started, watching with a small smile as Harry�s face
bloomed into a grin, then a smirk. I love that line, I�ve seen it so many times
in shows, and I�m always using it against Harry, to his utter delight for some
odd reason. He�s weird; I try not to think too deeply into it.

Chuckling he tightened his arm around my waist, pressing me
flush against his skin. �Cheeky� He murmured, and before I could agree with
that statement he brought his lips down upon mine.

I can�t help but moan as soon as the contact is made � and I
will refrain from stepping on Harry�s foot, because I know he has some kind of
disability that makes him smirk.

I raise my hands and wrap them around his shoulders, melting
happily into the kiss.

All too soon he breaks off and instead touches forehead with
mine. �I�m sorry� he said quietly.

Of course you are. Who wouldn�t be able to apologise for
ignoring me? A lot of people actually come to mind, but I�ll ignore that.

�Hm� I hum, my eyes flashing to his lips. Hm, of all the
delicious thoughts that come to my dirty-gutter little mind, I�m lost on which
one to follow. Maybe I can just improvise? No, I want a plan� but what�s a
really good plan? What can I do with those lips� Well
that question doesn�t really limit my options� I can do a lot with those lips,
and I�m quite sure those lips can do a lot in return� Oh, that�s a hot thought.

The lips are starting to form something, I can�t tell what
though� they�re moving, as if they�re about to communicate with me. Okay, lets see what they spell to me.

A smirk.

Well that makes no sense. How is a smirk meant to spell
anything? And here I was hoping that they�d be working with me, to help me
think of the ideas to go about attacking them.

Oh, wait.

They�re opening. Communication is about to commence. Should
I take notes?

�Do you want to go to my place?� They ask me.

I look up from the moving instruments that can bring both
pleasure and annoyance to a man of my standards. At the moment they�re bringing
me a little of both.

�How long are you going to be?� I ask, locking on with
almost hungry looking green eyes.

Harry shrugs his shoulder as he casts a glance back towards
his desk. �About an hour at the most� he stated, his attention returning to me.

An hour? �What am I meant to do for
an hour?� I ask, a little crabby. Honestly, when it comes to me on my lonesome,
I get bored in a matter of seconds. How can I be expected to stay sane if I
have no one to annoy but myself?

Raising an amused brow, and looking like he�s trying to
suppress a chuckle � the bastard � Harry looks to the ceiling, thinking deeply.
Everyone be quite, this is quite a task for the boy-wounder.

�You could get some more sleep� he stated, looking to me, to
see if the idea appealed to me.

My nose crinkles in disagreement. I don�t need any more
sleep. It makes me feel old when I take afternoon naps.

�Okay� once again his attention moves to the ceiling.

I should probably get myself comfortable; this is going to
be a long wait. Two thoughts in one hour, that�s a strain for the poor
brunette. I sigh and rest my head on his chest.

�You can clean the house� he says, almost hopefully.

�Ha! I�m not your maid, Potter.� Try again, mate; not going
to happen.

There�s a small sigh of disappointment. But there�s no way
I�m cleaning his house, it�s a mess, especially the lounge room.

�What about watching some movies? You can go down to the
store and rent out some shows� he suggested again.

Now that�s actually a good idea.

I pull back and hold out my hand.

He seems lost. Well it�s not surprising, he had three
thoughts in one go, and that�s overworking in his opinion. Harry looks to my
palm-up-hand, then to me. And then � four thoughts in one hour, I�m shocked �
he rolls his eyes and digs into his pocket.

�You�re going to send me broke, one day� He states as he
hands over some cash.

Oh, you�ll live honey.

�Won�t happen, and if it does, I�ll just start using my
money� I state.

He gives me that look, one that says �Why don�t you use your
money now?�, but I wisely chose to ignore it as I pocket his money and smile to
him.

�Thanks.�

He looks doubtful whether he did the right thing, with
giving me money and sending me on my way to get videos. Oh come on, it�s not
like I�m going to throw the VCR across the room, that was only a once in a
lifetime thing, and I was frustrated because the video wouldn�t go in �
ignoring the fact that he had informed me that the reason it didn�t go in was
because I was putting it in upside down. He is too knowing
sometimes.

�Remember, the picture goes the right way up� he states.

Oh, for the love of Merlin, this boy still doesn�t trust me.

I glare at him. �I know that, you bloody well lectured me on
it for days on end, I think I know by now� I snapped, making sure my point goes
across.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. �Okay, just making sure
you remember, sorry� he says.

This man doesn�t trust me sometimes.

�If it doesn�t work, I promise not to throw the VCR� I oath,
putting my hand over my heart. He smiles happily. �I�ll throw either the video
or the TV.�

Oh, the laughs.

�You do, and you�re buying a new one� he warns me with a
shake of the head.

No understanding of humour.

Raising slightly onto my tip-toes,
I place a kiss on his smirking lips before pulling back before he can deepen
the kiss. Pay-back!

I quickly tug out of his arms, smirking in my glory of
denying him a better kiss. The power!

�See you later� I call, waving over my shoulder as I walk
out of the room, leaving Harry looking somewhat deprived. Once again I shall
say this: The power!

Smugly I make my way down the hallway, sneaking passed
Tammy�s office � I really don�t want to deal with her � and into the lobby.

�I hope you didn�t think you�d get away with that, did you?�

Why yes, in fact, I did.

I turn around and look at Harry, still smugly smiling as I
back up to the elevator. �Yes, I did actually� I state smartly as I press the
button for the elevator, not once turning my back on the brunette.

I love these games sometimes.

Harry stalks forward, looking amused as my pressing of the
elevator button becomes a little more persistent. Damn elevator! Where the hell
are you!

He�s getting closer, and a little smugger. Damn elevator!
Whose side are you on!!

I�m within reaching distance, even if I am pressing myself
against the doors of the elevator. I hate elevators; they�re traitors to us
all! Down with the elevators!!

Eik!

Behind me the doors open suddenly and I stumble backwards, a
little shocked before I grin and quickly press the ground button. I like
elevators and their timing.

The door closes on Harry, who�s shaking his head yet looking
amused at my childish antics of pocking my tongue out at him. I have all the
right in the world to act childish. I shall say this once again: The Power!

TBC�
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