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With All Erased	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Sooo...now we get to see just how manipulative Harry is willing to be in order to free Sirius. YAY! Oh...and soon we should be returning to the future. It'll be fun! ^_^ Happy reading! ~ FA

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Harry dropped the Sorting Hat back on the stool and stomped over the the Slytherin table. He sat down next to Draco, an angry look still on his face. "Um, Harry...are you okay?" Draco asked softly, touching his arm lightly. "You seem angry. Don't you want to be in Slytherin?"

Harry winced, knowing he had to explain away his frustration. "The Hat wanted to put me in Gryffindor." He said softly. "I don't have anything against Gryffindor, but I really wanted to be with you. The Hat argued a lot."

"Oh." Draco's cheeks turned pink and he smiled shyly at Harry. It was an odd expression to see on Draco Malfoy's face, but Harry found it oddly endearing, which alarmed him slightly. "I thought it was taking a long time to Sort you. I was afraid you'd be put in Gryffindor too, and then you'd make other friends and maybe you wouldn't be my best friend anymore. You'd be best friends with someone else."

Harry nodded slowly. "Well, I'm in Slytherin, so that's not really a worry. But I probably will have friends in other Houses too, so you can't run around being jealous about it." He gave Draco a stern look. "And you can't be mean to my other friends, either. You'll need to be nice to them. For my sake."

Draco nodded slowly. "As long as I'm your best friend, I can deal with you having other friends, I suppose." He pouted slightly, his lower lip sticking out a bit, looking every inch the petulant 11 year old spoiled child he was - which amused Harry greatly since he was neither 11 (in any way but the technical physical sense) nor had he ever been a spoiled child...or petulant, really - and continued in a slightly sulky voice. "And I won't be mean to them if they aren't mean to me, Harry. Just don't expect me to put up with it if they trying to steal you away from me."

Harry frowned...it almost sounded like Draco was a jealous boyfriend. Was that normal for Slytherins? Did they all bond together so tightly...jealous of anyone infringing on their 'territory' when it came to their friends? Was it because they didn't make friends outside their House, or because they didn't make many close friends even inside their House? Or did it have more to do with the fact that Draco Malfoy always had to have the best of everything...with Harry Potter being the best a 'best friend' could get? Harry didn't know...couldn't be sure at this point. Though Parkinson's possessive reaction on the train, as well as the suspicious and also semi-possessive behaviors of Zambini and Nott when they'd visited their compartment, made him think it was a Slytherin thing. Especially since Nott had been nicer since he'd sat down beside Draco, greeting him warmly though he'd only nodded a vague reply. And now the Sorting was over and everyone else was were they'd been originally and Albus was making a speech and Harry tuned it out since, really, did it matter? He'd technically already heard it, even if the memory was a vague and fuzzy one at best.

Once food appeared, Harry spoke quietly to Draco. "I need the password to the Slytherin Common Room." He kept his voice level, a trick he'd learned when doing his damnedest to lie to Snape during Occlumency lessons and when lying to Delores Umbridge. "Who do we ask?"

"The Prefects will give it to us after dinner." Draco replied.

He was giving his full attention to filling his plate with things Harry was sure had only appeared on the Gryffindor table during the Triwizard Tournament when the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had arrived. Snails and that weird shellfish stew and all sorts of other strange delicacies that Harry recognized by sight, if not by name, from Uncle Vernon's business dinners. And...was that caviar Draco was smearing all over a whole-wheat toast point? Ugh...Harry scrunched his face up and searched the table for anything he might recognize. He'd never realized the Houses were served food suited to what they preferred to eat...but then, he'd never really looked at what the other Houses were eating. Finally he settled, with a sigh, on taking a few of the toast points - without caviar - and some sort of inverted mushroom cap stuffed with some sort of pureed meat and vegetables that he as pretty sure he'd seen Aunt Petunia serve before, though he didn't actually know what it tasted like.

"I need it now." Harry responded almost casually. "We're going to see the Headmaster after dinner and I don't want anyone to know right away, nor do I want to have to ask him for it. I'd rather just know it in advance. Less to worry about."

Draco's head came around in surprise. "Why are we going to see the Headmaster? What could we possibly need to see him for on our first night at Hogwarts, Harry?" He flicked his eyes briefly to Harry plate and frowned. "Surely that's not all you're going to eat? You're terribly thin, Harry...it's almost unhealthy!"

Harry sighed heavily, trying to figure out what to say. "I don't eat much, and I'm a picky eater. It's fine. Promise." Then, addressing the real issue, he said. "As to seeing the Headmaster...well, it's a matter of life and death and we'll just leave it at that for right now, shall we? In the meantime, I need that password, Draco. Seriously."

Draco frowned, looking suspicious but intrigued. Curiosity won after only a few moments and he sighed, pointing a few seats down to a blonde girl in their year who was looking a little sulky as she talked to Pansy Parkinson and another Slytherin girl in their year who had waist-length straight auburn hair streaked liberally with honey-blonde strands. "Daphne's older sister, Callidora, is a Prefect. She's actually probably going to be Head Girl next year. Daphne might be able to get it for you, I suppose."

After a moment of thought and careful study of the sulky blonde girl, Harry tapped the auburn-and-honey haired girl beside him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Miss..." He trailed off, since he'd not been paying much attention to the Sorting and couldn't seem to remember the girl's name. He'd never paid a lot of attention to the Slytherins, other than Malfoy...and especially not the girls.

She turned to stare at him, her wide eyes a pale greenish-blue color. "Davis. Tracey Davis." Her voice was soft and almost sweet, but when she smiled it didn't quite reach those beautiful eyes. "Can I help you?"

"I need to speak with Daphne Greengrass for a moment." Harry explained calmly. He said nothing more; he knew better than to give a Slytherin more information than was strictly necessary. Tracey waited a long moment in silence before realizing Harry really wasn't going to tell her anything else.

"Fine." With a slightly indignant little huff of breath, the girl stood and asked Daphne to switch seats with her. Despite Tracey's mock-whisper Harry clearly heard her say. "Harry Potter wants to talk to you, so switch seats with me. Though I should think he could have at least said hello before using me as a bloody owl to deliver this message to you!"

Daphne nodded regally (leaving Harry a moment to wonder why Pansy was Slytherin's Princess, not her) then stood and allowed Tracey to take her seat. She approached the now-empty seat beside Harry and smiled tightly. Her blonde hair was straight and golden and fell in a loose, sleek waterfall down past her waist. Her blue eyes were bright as sapphires and reflected the same hard, cold qualities of the gemstone. She had Irish-cream skin and her lips were the same dark, cherry-red color as Harry's, though he suspected her color came from lipstick. She sat down, that same small smile on her lips.

"So, you wished to speak with me, Harry Potter?" She asked softly; her voice was cultured, like smooth silk sliding over every inch of his skin and it freaked him out a little to have his 15 year old libido in this 11 year old body. When Harry said nothing, merely looked cautiously between her and Draco, she found herself growing annoyed. "Well, what is it? And hello, Draco, dearest." She added almost absently. Ah, that explained Pansy's position as Slytherin's reigning Princess...she was obviously closer to Draco who was, after all, Slytherin's Silver Ice Prince.

"Daphne. We need for you to get us the password to the Common Room." Draco's smooth drawl cut through Harry's thoughts and he waited patiently while Draco handled the girl. He had no idea what tact to use with Daphne Greengrass yet, after all, so it was best to leave it to Draco. "We were hoping you could ask Callidora for us."

Daphne's whole face went icy. "Why would I do that, Draco?" Her voice gave the term 'frosty' a while new meaning. "Callidora and I are not exactly on friendly terms, as you know. Besides, there's nothing in it for me." When Draco opened his mouth to protest, she held up a hand and shook her head. "No, Draco, we both know there's nothing you can offer me that I couldn't get on my own. Sorry; I can't help you."

Before she could stand, Harry grabbed her arm. She turned narrowed, icy-blue eyes on him. "Excuse you." She intoned coldly, in a tone Harry had only heard from Draco and Snape before. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Draco may not have anything you want, but I do." Harry smiled sweetly at her, not releasing her arm. "That's your sister over there, right? The gorgeous blonde girl with everyone fawning over her, like she's some sort of Princess or something? Callidora Greengrass certainly casts a long shadow, doesn't she?" His voice was even, almost casually conversational and he finally let go of her, knowing she wouldn't leave yet.

Her pretty little bow of a mouth was pursed tight as she considered him. "Callidora is perfect, as you can see. She's always been perfect and she always will be perfect and nothing you say will change that. If I'm in her shadow, so be it. It's how things are. What could you possibly think to offer me?"

"I'm Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry said it simply...he somehow knew just what to say to make this girl pay complete attention to him. Maybe the Hat had been right after all...was this where he should have been all along? Was this what had been meant to be? Had he been tampering with his own Fate for longer than he'd realized?

"I'm aware of who you are." Daphne roller her eyes slightly. "As though the scar on your head leaves any room for doubt." She shook her head in an annoyed manner. "I'm forced to repeat myself, which is something I hate doing. What can you offer me?"

"Myself." Harry grinned when both she and Draco made strangled little choking sounds. "Not literally...just an act. I'm a Parslemouth, you know. And very powerful. I'm best friend with Draco Malfoy, who everyone knows is destined to be Slytherin's reigning Prince. I'm also going to be making history later tonight, though I need that password to do it. If you'll be kind enough to get it for me, I'll let some of my fame and prestige rub off on you."

"I don't understand." Daphne's voice was slow and cautious. Admitting a weakness like that wasn't easy for her. "Are you saying you'll be my friend if I do this, and be my enemy if I don't?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're thinking small. I'm saying I'll pretend to have a crush on you. Follow you around, offer you gifts, praise your beauty and intelligence and wit to any who will listen, hang on your every word...and you, in turn, will reject me." His smile was really more of a smug smirk at this point, since his plan was really very clever. "I'll even start now, so by the time everyone is buzzing about what's going to happen tonight and in the next few days, you'll already be firmly viewed as my 'crush' and when you continue to reject me, everyone will want you. After all, who could be so wonderful and amazing and perfect that they would refuse me?"

"Won't everyone just be pissed at me for breaking your heart?" Daphne asked, though she seemed to be intrigued by the idea and obviously wasn't dismissing it out of hand, which Harry viewed as a positive thing.

"Not at all." Harry smiled charmingly at her. "See, once I've moped for a few days you'll come over and explain that you just think we're so young...wouldn't it be better to just be friends for right now? And maybe, in a few years...and you'll leave it at that and I'll agree and everyone will say it's because I'm hoping in a year or two you'll change your mind and they'll be desperate to get to you before you decide you really do want me."

Daphne fell silent, considering. Then, she nodded once, firmly, almost to herself. "Alright. I'll be right back."

She walked calmly away and spent several minutes speaking to her sister. Callidora really was lovely..perhaps it was the fact that she'd always been in her sister's shadow that made her stand in Pansy's later. She was just used to that being her place. Finally the girl stomped her foot, pouting, and Callidora grew pink in the cheeks and snapped something back. Then Daphne was heading back to her seat beside Harry and she was grinning, her eyes gleaming. She sat down and smoothed her robes, practically glowing with pleasure.

"It's 'Blood Purity'." She said in a pleased way, her eyes sparkling. "I told Callidora my friends didn't believe she was really a Prefect and that they were calling me a liar and I needed the password to prove it to them. When she refused, I told them that since they were called me a liar, despite the Prefect badge she's got on, that they were calling her a liar too, so she told me." She tilted her head at Harry. "So...how do we do this?"

"Just rebuff me gently. For instance, in three seconds, turn your head to the right." Harry then counted off in his head and at two seconds leaned in to kiss Daphne on the lips.

Since she listened, at the last second her head turned and his lips brushed her cheek instead. He blushed as everyone at Slytherin table fell silent...who did this girl think she was? Hadn't she heard everything being said about the young, disheveled boy who had just tried to kiss her? Someone further up the table murmured something about her being Callidora's little sister and someone else saying how it was obvious she'd be just as lovely - if not more so - than said sister. After all, Harry Potter was already interested in her, so she must carry great potential! And she had refused him! Who would have imagined such a thing? Even Callidora (Who, of course, had never imagined her little sister Daphne would attract the attention of such an amazingly powerful suitor!) was staring in speculative silence at her younger sister. Just who did Daphne think she was?

Undeterred by the whispers around them, Harry leaned forward again, as though attempting the kiss again. As though he expected Daphne to have turned her head from surprise, not rejection. She pulled backwards this time, moving away from him. "Harry, please, stop that!" She protested, her voice a breathy little murmur, sweet and pleading and gentle. "I...just, don't. Okay? Don't!"

Then, as though flustered, her cheeks bright pink, she hopped up and hurried down the table, shooting strange, unreadable looks at Harry over her shoulder every few seconds. Harry forced himself to look sad, his eyes following the girl's movements until she was safely seated down the table from him. He sighed and turned back to his plate, poking listlessly at his mushroom cap and nibbling a toast point. He was sure he looked heartbroken and despondent. Especially when a voice to his left - obviously a fourth or fifth year boy - attempted to cheer him up.

"Don't worry, Harry! I'm sure she's just embarrassed and surprised, that's all." The boy tried to sound encouraging. "Surely she'll come around in a day or two!"

Draco snorted. "Please. Daphne is a Pureblood of the highest caliber and knows better than to refuse or accept any relationship proposal at her age." He snorted again, shaking his head. "I told you to wait another year or two, Harry. But no...one look and you decide you've got to have the girl." Draco gave Harry a pitying look. "Really, you're going to have to listen to me when it comes to this sort of thing. I know what I'm talking about."

Harry sighed heavily as his food vanished and dessert appeared on the table. "I suppose so. I just...she's just...I mean...well, look at her, why don't you?" He peered up the table at the blonde girl again, before sighing wistfully. "I've just got to have her, Drake. I do. I mean, really, I deserve the best, don't I? She's so beautiful...and she was so clever when she was talking to me...so funny..." And with another sigh, Harry said nothing more for the rest of the meal.

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A/N: This wasn't the original stopping place, but unfortunately it was getting WAY too long, so I had to pick a place to split it and I chose here, since it made more sense than anything else. There's actually another split to the initial chapter, since it's actually SOOO much longer than I thought it would be originally. So yeah. I'm like, trying to figure out where the next split belongs, since there's so much going to happen in such a short time and i need to keep some people partially in the loop and others entirely out and all of them in the room, so...yeah. Leave me some feedback; I love it dearly! Happy reading! ~ FA
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