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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 2

The
day dawned bright and early. The two
Slytherin�s let out a groan, neither really wanting to get up. They had potions with Gryffindors that
afternoon. It wasn�t the potions they
weren�t looking forward to it was who it was with. Harry crawled out of bed first,
stretching. Draco had explained a lot to
him over the past days, things about the wizarding world. He learned a lot, not just from his classes
but from his blonde haired friend. As
they went through their classes they didn�t run into any of the Gryffindors, at
least not until it was time for potions.
Draco and Harry were waiting outside the dungeon class room, waiting for
their head of house and teacher to come.
It was there that their first true confrontation with the Gryffindors
happened.

Draco
noticed Ron and Hermione�s approach before Harry did. Promptly he elbowed him in the side. Harry looked over and scowled at the
approaching Gryffindors, �Well, well, if it isn�t the weasel and the Mudblood.�
Draco sneered causing Harry to laugh.

Ron
growled at the term Mudblood, �How dare you!� He said angrily.

Hermione
looked confused, not understanding the term Draco had used, �Confused
Mudblood?� Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

�What
did you expect Harry, her to understand?� Draco asked his fellow snake.

He
shrugged, �She is a book loving git so I suppose I
did.�

Ron
tried to launch himself at them but was held back by his fellow lions. Hermione looked confused and by the way Ron
was reacting she looked hurt. Even without
knowing the meaning of Mudblood she was hurt.
Harry chuckled darkly as he watched the Gryffindors struggle to keep one
of their own back that is until Snape showed up. Harry and Draco looked up at him almost
innocently.

�What�s
going on here?� Snape asked, looking at the group of Gryffindors still holding
Ron back.

�He
called her a Mudblood!� Ron said angrily, referring to Draco.

Draco
looked innocent, �You must be hearing things Weasley.� He said calmly.

Snape
looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes from a moment, a look of recognition
passed over his face and it wasn�t the recognition that he was the famous Harry
Potter, it was a different kind.

�Twenty
points from Gryffindor for trying to start a fight.� He said, opening the door
to his classroom and walking inside.

Ron
looked like a fish out of water, he was shocked. Draco and Harry chuckled before walking in
and sitting beside each other. Once
everyone was seated Snape began a speech on potions. Harry didn�t pay much attention, he would
once the lesson started but, just like McGonagall�s speech earlier in
Transfiguration he didn�t find a need to pay attention. When Snape began to ask questions was when
Harry began to pay attention. Of course
asking Ron made Harry chuckle to himself, not that he would have fared any
better. Hermione�s hand was waving in
the air with each question that he asked Ron. Snape chose to ignore her and answered them himself. Draco and Harry were paired together and
began to make their potion, during the course of the class Neville managed to
melt the caldron he and a Gryffindor named Seamus were working at. Neville had to be taken to the hospital wing
because boils were now covering his body.
Throughout the class Snape kept an eye on Harry, he seemed to be trying
to figure something out.

Harry
scowled, �Draco, do you have any idea why Snape would be looking at me?� He whispered
as they continued with their potion.

He
shook his head, �No clue.� A half smile spread across his face, �Maybe he has a
crush on you.� Draco�s words made Harry shudder, �I was joking.�

�I
know but that�s a disgusting thought.�

Soon
after he said that class was dismissed, �Let�s go get some lunch.�

Together
they walked to the great hall, talking about nothing special. When they arrived and sat down an owl flew
through a window and landed in front of Harry.
He raised an eyebrow and took the note.

Dear
Harry,

I
know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of
tea with me around three? I want to hear
all about your first week. Send us an
answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid

Harry
rolled his eyes and showed Draco the note, �You�re not going to go, are you?�
He asked, �See that bloody half-blood?�

�What
do you think?� Harry retorted.

Draco
chuckled at the look of disgust on his friend�s face, �I�ll take that as a no.�

He
nodded and pulled out a quill and ink, quickly writing beneath Hagrid�s sloppy
writing a simple no. He gave the letter
back to his owl and she flew off, �Why would I want to go see that oaf anyway?�

He
shrugged, �Your first contact with our world.
Not that I blame you for not wanting to see him.�

�Hopefully
he won�t write again.�

The
day continued on without incident and they returned to their common room to
quickly get their homework out of the way.
Harry was still trying to figure out why Snape had been looking at him
during class, making it hard to do his work.
Finally they finished.

�I
still don�t get it.� Harry whispered.

Draco
looked at him, �What?�

�Snape. I can�t
figure it out.�

He
sighed, �I have no clue what to tell you. Maybe you should just forget about, after all
it�s not like he�s being mean to you.� He said, snickering at the way he had
treated Ron and Neville during class.

He
nodded, �True but I hate not knowing the reason why.�

�I
know the feeling but there�s nothing we can really do about it.�

Harry
sighed and stretched, �I�m going to bed.� He stated, getting up.

�I�ll
be there in a bit; I need to write my father.�

�See
you in the morning or sooner if you wake me up before you go to bed.� He said,
walking into their room.

Draco
chuckled as Harry walked into the room.
Quickly Harry changed and crawled into bed. He lay there half awake, half asleep,
thinking about how Snape had been looking at him.

Draco
scowled at the letter he was writing. He
wasn�t sure what to tell his father, wasn�t sure if he should tell him about
his friendship with Harry or not. He
shrugged and decided he might as well.

Father,

Thus
far I�ve been enjoying school, even befriended Harry Potter. Now, before you tell me that I shouldn�t have
done that because he was the cause of the Dark Lord�s demise I want to say that
he really isn�t all that bad. I mean,
people are calling him the Golden Boy and the savior of the wizarding
world. He�s not like that, besides, he�s
in Slytherin. If he had been put in
Gryffindor then I might believe what they say but I don�t. I know the real him. Professor Snape was looking at him oddly in
class today, I have no idea why and Harry�s confused about it, we both are. I just thought I should write you; look
forward to hearing from you.

Draco

With
that done he sealed it and took it to the owlery to
send it to his father. Once he had
finished that he went to return to the common room only to run into Ron on the
way. He was still angry about what Draco
had called Hermione earlier, not that Draco cared. When he went to walk past him Ron pulled out
his wand.

�Working
with hand-me-downs, eh Weasley?� Draco sneered, looking at the battered wand.

Ron
growled lowly, �You�ll pay Malfoy for calling Hermione a Mudblood!� He said
angrily.

Draco
raised an eyebrow, looking at him calmly, �You�re pathetic, you know that?� He
asked, �I can�t believe that you�re actually a pureblood, you don�t deserve to
be. You�re no better then that Mudblood
you hang out with.�

At
those words Ron snapped and punched the blonde pureblood. Draco growled, vowing to get him back but not
wanting to get in trouble for it. Ron on
the other hand was foolish as at that moment Professor McGonagall was walking
down the hall and saw Ron hit Draco.

�Mr.
Weasley!� She said angrily, trying to get his attention before he hit Draco
again.

Ron
stopped in mid swing and looked up at her, �P-Professor�� He said, trailing off as his head of house looked at him angrily.

She
looked disappointed in him, �Thirty points from Gryffindor and detention Mr.
Weasley. I am very disappointed with
you. Tomorrow you will report to Mr.
Filch for detention at seven, understand?� Ron nodded, �Now get off of Mr.
Malfoy and go to the common room.�

Slowly
he complied, shooting venomous glances at Draco as he walked away. Draco glared after him, wiping blood from the
corner of his mouth, �You can be sure that my father will hear about this.� He
said icily, getting to his feet.

�Are
you alright Mr. Malfoy?� Professor McGonagall asked, looking at the blood that
had trickled from his mouth.

�I�m
fine.� He growled, �I�m going to bed.�

�Perhaps
you should get that looked at.�

He
shook his head, �Thank you for your concern professor but I assure you that I�m
fine.� He said before walking to the dungeons.

Snarling
softly to himself he walked into his room, intent on waking up Harry to tell
him what happened. Harry was already
awake, laying in bed, looking up at the canopy, �Hey
Draco what�s up?� He asked, not looking over at him.

�That
git, Weasley hit me.�

Harry
scowled, sitting up to see him, �Wow, why�d you let him do that?� He laughed.

He
growled, �I didn�t let him, he just did it because I told him he was no better
then that Mudblood Granger.�

Harry
laughed, �So he hit you for telling the truth?
Did you hit him back?�

�No way. McGonagall
showed up and gave him detention.� He said, cleaning up his face, �I bit my
tongue though.�

�So
that�s where the blood came from.�

�Yeah��
He sighed, �Let�s go to bed, I need rest so I can plot my revenge.�

�I�ll
help you in the morning.� Harry yawned.

Draco
sighed and changed, crawling into bed, �Good night.�

�Night Drac.� He mumbled, falling asleep.
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