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Detention can change your life	By : Pandora Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I hope you still enjoy the story! Well, maybe I’ll write what happens after graduation but I don’t know yet and I can’t promise. Don’t blame me!

35 Merry Christmas and Peace all over the World

The Slytherins entered the Great Hall and headed towards the large round table in the middle. Ernie Mc Millan came in glaring darkly short afterwards and the atmosphere was tense. Professor Dumbledore had the idea to place the students so that the houses were mixed a bit. Harry found himself between a fourth year Ravenclaw and the third year Slytherin Damien Nott, and unfortunately both younger boys acted like being afraid of him. Draco sat next to Justin, Adrianna on his other side and Blaise happened to sit beside Ernie Mc Millan and a second year Ravenclaw. The small sandy-haired girl smiled at the elder students and introduced herself, "Merry Christmas! My name is Roxanne Davis."
The raven-haired Slytherin with the steel-blue eyes looked at the younger girl smiling warmly and replied, "Merry Christmas, Roxanne. I’m Blaise Zabini."
The still fuming Hufflepuff glared at the Slytherin and tried to ignore him giving the Ravenclaw student a forced smile and introducing himself, "Thanks Roxanne and the same to you. My name is Ernie Mc Millan."

In spite of the tense atmosphere some of the students tried to have some civil conversations and a little small talk during the feast making the evening more comfortable for everyone. The meal was great and Draco exchanged some longing glances with his far away sitting boyfriend feeling like drowning in his glittering emerald eyes. The silver-haired Slytherin saw the well hidden desperation and sadness in his lover’s eyes. Damien Nott, the third year Slytherin beside Harry, was aware of Draco’s attention and he watched the scene carefully until the blonde gave him a death glare that made him shudder. After that the younger Slytherin decided to rescue himself of being a Malfoy’s target and he spoke to Harry, "Merry Christmas, Harry. Nice feast, isn’t it?"
Harry looked up showing his motionless face and answered politely, "Merry Christmas, Damien. Yes, it’s very nice."

Harry then looked down on his plate again cutting off a little piece of roast beef. The roast beef was not well done but very English and there were little traces of blood rinsing on the green plate. The Boy-Who-Lived paled and closed his eyes breathing deeply to calm down. In the air was suddenly the smell of blood and the Slytherin’s stomach began to rotate. The younger Slytherin saw that the elder boy got alarmingly pale looking kind of sick and he asked, "Are you ill, Harry?"
The black-haired boy opened his emerald eyes pretending that nothing happened and answered, "I’m just tired, Damien."
Ron Weasley watched the scene noticing a brief disgusted glimpse in his former housemate’s eyes and grinned wickedly before he stated, "Well, our little vampire warlock seems to dislike his food in spite of his bloody English roast beef. Nothing is good enough for these arrogant Slytherins."

Professor Snape bellowed immediately, "Watch your mouth, Mr Weasley. No insults during the Christmas Feast or you’ll get detention."
Harry hid his eyes behind his unruly black hair and tried to calm down and get over his nausea. Draco couldn’t do anything to help his boyfriend because he sat far away and the familiar feeling of helplessness was crawling into his mind making him feel the urgent need to take his knife and caress his skin with the cold and sharp silver blade that was reflecting the candlelight. The blonde Slytherin put on his façade showing his usual Malfoy Smirk while inside he fought back the impulse of really raising his knife and hurt himself in front of all the others. Draco saw in his imagination blood flowing down his wrist and he nearly felt the familiar feeling of his own dark red fluid giving him the sentiment of being alive again and the burning comfort he needed in those moments. The young Malfoy shuddered inwardly and he drew his attention back to his boyfriend watching the other boy worried.

Harry was sitting there still motionless, pale and glooming darkly behind his ebony-coloured tousled hair and pretending desperately that he was all right. Draco stared daggers at the annoying red-haired Gryffindor who tested the blonde’s patience once more, smiling innocently and whispering so that the teachers couldn’t understand him, "You’re such a sweet couple, like ebony and ivory ... but sometimes I’m wondering how you can bear the pathetic little weakling, hope for the side of the light and Golden Boy or was that the reason you chose him over all, Silver Prince of Slytherin? Need someone famous, hero-like to protect and make you a hero as well showing he needs you of all people to protect him?"
Draco was on the verge of loosing his now barely controllable temper as he hissed back, "Still jealous, ever so brave Gryffindor? Poor Weasel, you’ll never know how it feels to be together as equals."
The bad tempered Gryffindor forgot to whisper and spoke aloud, "You’re so disgusting, ass sucker. Your tongue touches parts of male bodies that I won’t touch with my hands."
Draco sneered snarling, "So, you don’t clean yourself after using the loo ... uhhh ... that’s unhygienic. Honestly, you can’t tell me that you are that less caring for your own body."

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke, "Mr Malfoy, please don’t use such sort of descriptions in front of your younger fellow students and keep your temper under control. I don’t want any more incidents including cages under high voltage. Mr Weasley, I don’t know which part of Professor Snape’s warning you didn’t understand and I’m clueless why you keep being intolerant especially the way you treat your former best friend and housemate makes me feel ashamed. You’ll get a detention on every Saturday in January and Professor Snape will tell you what to do."
Professor Mc Gonagall gave Ron a stern look and said angrily, "Not to mention that I’ll deduct points from Gryffindor. 75 points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley, for insulting Mr Malfoy several times during the Christmas Feast."

Everyone’s attention was drawn to that happening and no one saw that Harry stood up and sneaked out noiselessly except Damien Nott and Seamus Finnegan who followed the black-haired Slytherin with an unreadable expression on his face. Draco noticed his boyfriend’s departure with alarm and exchanged some glances with Blaise Zabini looking puzzled. Blaise asked the third year Slytherin beside the empty place, "Damien, when did Harry leave?"
The younger student replied, "He left as the Gryffindor started to hiss insults towards Draco and he pressed a hand on his mouth as he opened the door. I think he felt sick before and tried to suppress it."
Justin poked Draco into his side and hissed, "Seamus Finnegan left the hall too. I doubt that this is an accident!"

Draco jumped up and murmured an excuse for leaving the feast early and left followed by Blaise who assured the blonde, "Don’t panic, Drake. He’ll be all right."
The silver-haired boy said hoarsely, "I doubt that Harry managed to run to the dungeons if he’s sick. I think that he went to the next boy’s bathroom and he might have vomited again. Let’s hurry to find him."
The two Slytherins headed towards the next boy’s bathroom as fast as they could and entered. The scene that was happening at that very moment made their movements freeze and they watched silently with terrified expressions on their faces and they were like petrified.

Obviously the Irish Gryffindor had tried to sneak up behind the Boy-Who-Lived while the black-haired boy leant over a wash-basin and now he grabbed him from behind. The Gryffindor stood close behind the other boy and his hand was stroking a certain spot between the Slytherin’s legs while his other hand was holding the other boy’s shoulder in a death grip. Draco took a deep breath and wanted to say something to stop the action in front of his eyes cursing that damned rule which forbid to take their wands with them for the feast as Harry suddenly lifted his face. Harry was visibly infuriated and lost his temper for the first time ever since a long time.

Harry loosened the Gryffindor’s death grip and turned around to face the Irish boy glaring icily and thundering with hatred and anger, "Don’t you dare to touch me again! I don’t want to feel your slimy fingers on my skin and I hate it to be touched by unworthy persons like you. Never ever try that again, you hormone steered, brainless bastard. I’ll show you how to behave, sneaking up and capturing from behind like a coward ... move your blasted ass away!"
Seamus Finnegan narrowed his eyes and made the next fault for this evening leaning forward slowly and licking with his wet tongue over the Slytherin’s neck.

Before anyone could do anything the room was filled with icy coldness and the air was whirling around like a storm around the two boys at the wash-basin. Harry’s eyes were glowing in the dark like cat’s eyes and as he raised his hands the other boy was floating into the air shivering and pleading. The Boy-Who-Lived smirked darkly and whispered some strange words in Parselmouth, summoning a large snake that slithered its way up the wash-basin to the body of the floating boy who was begging incoherently, "Please, Harry ... don’t ... I didn’t mean to hurt you ... you’re so sexy ..."
The last words were cut off by the snake that reached its destination slithering around the Irish student’s neck and making him pant for air. The sinister look on Harry’s face didn’t promise anything good and his housemates watched the scene with morbid fascination grinning wickedly because they knew this was nothing that they or somebody else could stop. The grown anger and rage deep inside of the abused boy caused the magical outburst because the stupid Gryffindor tried to trap him again and it was his own fault that he had to feel the pain of vengeance now.

Little drops of sweat were running down the whimpering, snake choked boy’s cheeks mingling with some tears of despair. Harry closed his eyes and was radiating an aura of strong magic. The expression on his face was deep concentration and soon Seamus Finnegan looked like seeing a ghost, pale and with eyes wide open he was whining, "No, not the banshee again!"
The Irish student seemed to have a sort of vision and he trembled awfully making the snake twitch nervously and hissing something to her master who answered again in Parselmouth, the animal then sort of smiled back and it vanished, fading away like mist, after biting the boy and leaving a bite mark on his throat. Harry threw his head back and roared, "Finite Incantantem".
Seamus Finnegan fell down to the ground still sobbing like a little child and curling himself into a human ball.

Draco made three large steps to reach his lover and pulled the exhausted boy into a gentle embrace whispering into his ear, "Harry, calm down. That asshole got what he deserved. Let’s leave that slime alone."
Harry sighed deeply and answered, "Let’s go to our common room. I think I need some rest now."
Blaise smiled reassuringly and stated, "That was a nice show and a great piece of wand-less magic, my dear!"
Harry sneered answering sarcastically, "That’s what we learn at our warlock summer camps ..."
The boys returned to the Slytherin’s common room staying together and chatting to get some distraction after that eventful evening. The Slytherin trio sat in front of the fireplace on their usual couch until they felt tired and went off to get some sleep before the Christmas Morning would come.

Neither Draco nor Harry managed to sleep peacefully that night because both boys were captured in their own thoughts remembering their own childhood and some certain Christmas experiences. Draco prepared himself for one of those special nights rolling restlessly from one side to the other, tossing and turning haunted by his own memories and uncomfortable feelings. Deep inside there was the so familiar emptiness again and he had to fight against the urgent need to take his razor blade and cut his skin to find comfort in that feeling of his own blood flowing over his skin. The blonde felt the sudden wish to stand up and look after his boyfriend. His restlessness made Draco feel nervously, sensing that there was happening something but he couldn’t really name it. As the silver-haired boy with the tousled ponytail reached his destination he knocked on the door but he got no response.

Hesitating one moment, unsure what to do, the blonde decided to enter the room and he took his wand pointing it at the door and muttering under his breath, "Allohomora" and the door snapped open. Draco entered the room and saw his lover standing in front of his wash-basin leaning forward and coughing violently. The raven-haired boy must have used a silencing charm before because there were no noises as Draco stood in front of his boyfriend’s door just one minute ago. Draco stepped forward after he closed the door using his usual locking spell and asked softly, "Can I do something to help you?"
Harry moaned and spat into his wash-basin before he whispered hoarsely, "Have you something against this damned nausea?"
"I could wake Adrianna and ask her if she has a key for the emergency box with the healing potions for every case. She is a prefect and she might have the key." Draco suggested.
Harry nodded silently leaning forward again and starting to puke.

Draco went to the younger prefect’s dorm and knocked loudly asking in a whisper, "Adrianna, wake up. It’s me, Draco Malfoy. I need your help."
The red-haired girl answered alarmed, "Come in, it’s open. What happened, in Merlin’s name?"
The blonde boy stepped in and gave his explanation, "Harry is sick. He can’t stop vomiting and I thought that you maybe could open the emergency box with the potions and hand me an Anti-Nausea-Potion."
The fifth year prefect nodded and stated, "You thought right. I’ll give you the potion."
The two Slytherins went into the common room and they headed towards a large old looking wood cupboard. The girl opened the middle drawer and took out a small silver box with a ruby cross on it. She muttered quickly some kind of password and the box flung open after the key was stuck into the tiny key hole and moved clockwise three times. Draco grabbed the right potion vial and thanked before he left in the direction of his lover’s room. Adrianna shook her head with a puzzled expression on her face and murmured under her breath, "Better not to ask more about it."

Draco hurried to his boyfriend’s room and stormed in, relocking the door once more magically after his entrance. He gently touched Harry’s shoulder and gave him the glass vial with the shiny blue liquid. The raven-haired boy took a little sip and made a face sighing deeply, "Why does medicine always have to taste that awful?"
The blonde Slytherin rubbed his lover’s back in a comforting way and led him to the bed lying him down. Draco sat down carefully beside his lover and asked trying to hide his worries, "What’s wrong, Harry?"
Harry rubbed his temples and explained low motioned, "When I saw and smelled the blood in the roast beef it made me feel sick. The green plate plus the red colour of the blood, that iron-like taste and smell reminded me altogether of being raped by Vernon Dursley and being forced to suck his bloody dick ... I can’t stop thinking of it and feeling dirty. I still have that damned disgusting taste in my mouth and can’t get rid of it. The incident with Seamus Finnigan only doubled the intensity of my memories. Every time I close my eyes I can feel his hands grab me and hold me ... I see all the scenes of various ... rapes ... his damned dick thrusting in and out ... pleading for mercy ... feeling the pain ... bleeding ... tasting and smelling my own blood ... his sticky, slimy semen in my mouth ... Oh, my god, please I can’t stand it no more ..."

The last words were choked by ragged breathing and sobs, tears were running down Harry’s cheeks, his eyes were wide and his glance directed right into nowhere. Draco took a deep breath trying to keep calm desperately and to fight away his urge to cry helplessly. The blonde Slytherin cried inwardly feeling that burning ache deep inside his breast and throat and he wrapped his arms around the other boy’s trembling body. The short flashbacks of his own past were fading away completely and he saw a younger, very skinny and small Harry Potter struggling desperately against a walrus of man who unzipped his trousers grinning madly. The ugly pig-faced monster took out his huge erection and took brutally the whimpering boy from behind. The fat muggle pinned the now motionless body of the tiny boy down and with every thrust he managed to make the child hit the ground violently, bruising the fragile little boy’s body more and more. The torture nearly took no end because the man seemed to last very long and his eyes were clouded heavily with alcohol-induced dizziness. The raven-haired little boy lifted his head crying out loud in pain as the big man came at least grunting like an oversized pig. As the older man withdrew his penis there was blood on it and there was dark red blood flowing over the child’s buttocks. The expression in the boy’s green eyes was threatening, his gaze was nearly empty like his soul had disappeared, leaving the body alone to that torture, no feelings were shown, the features hardened in a way which no child should be capable of and the vision was gone as fast as it appeared. Draco was panting heavily and crying tonelessly still holding his boyfriend in his arms tenderly.

After a moment the silver-haired boy managed to calm down and he asked hoarsely with a flat voice, "What the hell was that? I had a vision ..." his voice trailed off.
Harry sniffled still not able to stop his tears, "Sorry, Drake. That was my fault. I couldn’t control it ... my magic is a bit uncontrollable at the moment."
Draco stiffened and wanted to know curiously, "What do you mean with your fault and your magic is uncontrollable?"
The trembling boy in the blonde’s arms explained, "Sometimes if I’m too afraid or sad my magic kind of bursts out and I can do most of the spells without wand and even sometimes without a command word at all. I do things like that not on purpose ... by Merlin ... I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just was captured in my own memory so that I accidentally cast the ‘viatorsoul’ spell on you."
The young Malfoy didn’t understand and asked, "What does that spell? I never heard about it before?"
Harry sighed and answered silently, "It makes your soul leave your body and wander around ... in that case, damn it, into my own memory. I don’t know how that could happen."

The two boys were lost in their thoughts for a long moment before Draco broke the silence trying to joke because the tension was too much, "I shared your own memory with you ... that’s amazing. Are you sure that you’re no warlock, my little kitten?"
Harry lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend with his red-rimmed, emerald eyes before he said softly, "Referring to some odd powers that seem to be my destiny as the true heir of Gryffindor I’m not too sure that I’m not."
Draco nodded slowly and continued questioning, "Why didn’t you tell me before about your abilities?"
Harry rubbed his temples nervously and stated, "I was afraid that you would think I’m a sort of freak ... the muggles always told me that I’m not normal and the other students did the same since they knew that I’m a Parselmouth. Look at those younger housemates of us. They’re afraid of me as if I were Voldemort himself ... Why does that stuff always happen to me?"
The blonde Slytherin embraced his boyfriend gently and assured him, "I don’t think that you’re a freak, love. It’s about time to get rid of all the secrets you hide inside. You’re amazing and very special, but in wizardry world that’s not unusual, you know."

The two boys cuddled up together and they kissed each other very softly and gently while they were lying on the bed talking about Harry’s last confession. Draco thought that he should make a mental note for himself that Harry needed a special lesson in trust and talking about his well hidden secrets or the boy would explode one day. The two Slytherins were very tired at that point and decided to stop their late night conversation trying to get some sleep finally. Holding each other tight they managed to fall into a light slumber still feeling the warmth and closeness of one another and needing that silent comfort now more than before.

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