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Staring contest , snow and kiddies	By : Untouchablelife Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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chapter 4

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Two children caldrons: 10 sickles each

Ingredients for kids: a harmless way to teach young wizards and witches
potions: 1 galleon

Seeing said harmless ingredients explode in potions master face: priceless
Draco stared in awe when his potion exploded. “That was awesome!” He
smiled widely. He noticed the Potions Master growing facial hair.
Giggling, he glanced over at Harry’s potion. Harry’s potion (every fan gasp
now!) was perfect. It had the light orange tint that swirled in the air to
show the perfection of the potion.
Harry was concentrating on his potion so intently that he did not even
notice that the caldron next to his exploded. He checked to make sure the
caldron smelled of sweet raspberries, then got out his ladle to put some in
three small clear glass vials. He felt a sense of pride wash over him.
When he finally snapped out of reminiscing he looked over to Draco and
immediately noticed the mess. He tried to hold his laughter in but it was
just too much. Laughter escaped him and soon Draco joined him. Other
students were laughing also, but mainly at Snape glaring at Draco as if he
were about to kill him right then and there. Instead of murdering him,
Snape stalked out of the classroom and went to clean the results of the
exploded potion off him.

Pansy started in shock when she heard the explosion. She thought Snape was
crazy for giving little boys potions sets in the first place. But then again
this is Snape we are talking about and he is THE Potions Master! He should
know what he was doing.
She allowed herself a slight smile so she wouldn’t get into trouble by the
red-faced, over-angered, Potions Master. She would keep her laughter to
herself, thank you! She cleaned up Draco’s mess with her cleaning rag,
wiping up the useless residue. She gve Draco a smirk and thought to
herself, ‘So! He hasn’t always been a potions genius. That talent must
have come with age.
Then she looked at Harry’s potion and to her surprise it was correct. Then
she heard Draco praising him, “Wow, Harry. That’s great!” She also noticed
that Draco looked a little frustrated.
Draco knew he would have been able to do the potion correctly if he could
read the words that were on the paper instead of looking at the pictures. It
was annoying him to the point where he couldn’t stand it. He looked
determinedly at Harry and thought, ‘I have no choice. I have to ask him to
teach me to read.’
Harry wasn’t sure what went through the blond boy’s mind. But he could
recognize that frustration and anger were radiating off of the boy. He
jumped when Draco spoke to him. “Harry, I want you to teach me how to
read.”
Harry sighed. “Oh, that was it. I thought you were mad a me.”
Draco rolled his eyes and smacked Harry’s head. “Seriously, I can’t stand
this. I can’t read and it annoys me so bad!” He crossed his arms and
looked jealously at Harry’s potion. “Damn it!”
Pansy smiled to herself thinking, ‘If that had been the older Draco, he
would have just stolen Potter’s potion and said it was his’. There is such
a difference between his younger self and his older self. Her eyes glazed
over slightly remembering Draco when he was six. “Come on, Pansy. I’ll be
the brave knight and you can be the damsel in distress. I’ll save you from
the dragon.” Five-years-old Pansy giggled. “You’ll save me from yourself?”
The six year old didn’t quite understand until he remembered his own name
and the meaning of it. “Hey!”
Pansy shook her head, remembering that Draco was never really the snotty
little boy he pretends to be at school. But she knew how much he likes to
keep an image for him self. So he would be a prat in school, yet when he was
in the common room he would be worried about the people in it giving
advice. He never once shot down anyone in need in their house. Sure, he
would complain and tell them that they were lazy arses. But, he would always
be wearing that ‘all knowing’ smirk. She thought it was nice to see Draco
smile easily once more. Well, he was actually smiling at Potter and she
hated the git-child or not. But a least Draco was happy.
By the time Snape finally re-entered the room Double potions was over.
Pansy gathered Harry’s stuff, which consisted of a small carrier bag to fit
his small shoulders and put his potions carefully in it so they wouldn’t
break on him. Draco gathered up his own stuff. He was too smug to need
anyone to help him.
Harry slung his bag over his shoulders and they walked through the hallways.
Many children pointed and giggled in delight to see the two of them holding
hands as they walked between classes. A bright flash blinded them for a
moment at one point but when they looked around to find where it came from,
they couldn’t find the source.
Their next class was DADA and they entered a room with dragon bones
embedded high above them in the ceiling They sat somewhere near the back and
Pansy turned to them, looking sternly at them, “Ok, you two!” She said,
“You can not disrupt this class. These things,” she showed them two
write-it-all quills, “Will write down your DADA notes.”
“What’s DADA?” Harry asked as he looked around at the different collections
of swords that were adjured in the wall.
“Defense against the Dark Arts class. The teacher, Mr. Riddiclues, is an
ass so I want you both to be on you r best behavior.”
“Thank you, Miss. Parkinson for your compliment. 10 points from Slytherin.”
The Slytherins groaned and glared a t Pansy while some of the Gryffindors
cheered lightly enough that the Slytherins heard them but not the teacher.
Pansy set up her own ‘write-it-all’ pen and grabbed a parchment so she
could write her own notes.
Draco was kicking his legs on the chair when the class started. The man’s
monotonous voice droned throughout the class talking about stupid curses and
what they could do to the Human body (or in this cases wizards body). The
only thing that interested Draco was the burning question. Who the hell was
HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED? And who was ‘the boy who lived’? He rolled his
eyes at the names. Draco thought that people who couldn’t say a mans name
because of his power were cowards. And ‘the boy who lived’ sounded SO like a
really bad show from the telly that Harry had told him all about.
He kicked Pansy’s leg to get her attention. When she looked at him he
asked, “So, who is ‘he who must not be named’?” Pansy darted her eyes
everywhere but at him so he asked again, “Come on, Pansy love. Tell me.”
Harry was asleep next to Draco, too bored with class to even bother.
“Well, his name is. Lord.. Vold..Vold.”
“Whoa.. Whoa. .Are you telling me Lord Voldermortis is ‘he who must not be
named’? Draco laughed “Oh, this is great. Harry, wake up. You have to hear
this.”
Harry blinked one eye. “What?”
“You know that guy Lord Voldemorstis or something like that. People are so
afraid to say his name they call him ‘HE who must not be named!” He said ‘HE
who must not be named’ in a low manly voice.
“You’re kidding right? Lord Voldie’s the magically delicious…that’s him?”
Harry cracked a smile and tried to suppress his laughter.
“You two, stop it right now! His name is Lord Voldemort and his name should
be feared. He is a very strong wizard.” Pansy was just getting into her rant
when the teacher stopped his lecture and stared at her.
“Ahem, Are you done now, Miss Parkinson?”
Pansy nodded weakly and cursed the god who put this on her!! She was more
than ready when the invisible bell rang indicating School was over. “Good!
Now all we have to do is go to Professor Snape and then eat some dinner!
She smiled at the boys then rolled her eyes when she saw that Harry had
fallen asleep again. “Wasn’t he just awake? I mean he was up, right?”
Draco shook his head to indicate that no, Harry wasn’t awake.

.

She smacked her head and went to Harry to wake him up. She tried several
ways, patting, speaking gently, shaking lightly, but he didn’t respond.
Pansy finally decided to carry Harry to Professor Snape.
She managed to pick Harry up and carried him while dragging Draco by the
hand. Unknown to Draco and Pansy, Harry was going through a nightmare.
Pansy, not realizing that he was not sleeping normally, headed toward
Professor Snape’s rooms. She let out a sigh of relief when she noticed he
was waiting for them to come in. As soon as Snape let them enter the room
Pansy quickly put down her burden on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around
him....
“So they failed.” An ugly man with green floppy skin said. He was
hideously ugly and reminded Harry of a snake.
“Yes, My Lord. The two doxys, Sniper and Tiedashi failed to give Potter the
injection.” A pudgy balding man with greasy blond hair spat.
“Do not get worked up over it, Wormtail.” The man said dismissing the whole
plan with a flick of the wrist. “The one who brought up the plan had told me
today of some vital information.” The snake man paused and gave a wicked
smile. “Potter is now a child. It’s brilliant! He is now vulnerable.” He
interlaced his fingers together and laughed markedly. “This is going to be
the year the prophecy will be fulfilled.”
…
Harry jerked awake. He was sweating, heart pounding in fear because the
dream had scared him. Not recognizing where he was, knowing only that he was
in unfamiliar territory and failing to understand his dream, he did the only
sensible thing he could think of, he began screaming.
…
Draco automatically went to Professor Snape’s side and waited for him to
acknowledge him. When Snape put a hand on Draco’s shoulder and squeezed it
Draco smiled up to him.
Snape ushered them into his office saying, “Come this way please.” Then
waited for them to sit down in front of his large black stained oak desk
before speaking, “Hello, Miss Parkinson. How was you day? Uneventful I
hope.”
Pansy just nodded her head. She was unwilling to say what both boys did.
“Good. Glad it went well. Now on to our little problem- I would like to
ask you if you are willing to take care of the boys until they are of proper
age again.”
Pansy didn’t really want to but one look at Draco’s hopeful little face
convinced her that she would do it even if she did mind. “Good. Now then,
here is a list of what you will be responsible for:

1. Make sure they don’t get into too much trouble.. We know how Mr. Potter
loves trouble.
2. Make sure they attend classes and understand their work.
3. Make sure they do their homework
4. Do not let them out of your sight until they are old enough to take care
of themselves.
5. They are to keep regular bedtime hours.
6. That they eat properly at each meal.
7. Hmm… I believe that is it there is no seven. Right then…the main points
are 1 through six.” Snape was cut off mid-rant by a scream
Draco jumped up from his chair and sprinted into the other room before
either of the older two could figure out if that was a scream or not. Draco
went to Harry’s side. “Harry? Harry, are you OK?”
Harry looked startled then hugged the taller boy. “I thought I was
somewhere else. I had the bad dream again where that man sounds like he’s
trying to kill me.” He sobbed into Draco’s shirt. “It felt so real, like
it really happened.”
“Oh, come on, Harry. It was just a nightmare. That guy is just a crock.
Come on. Don’t be afraid of Lord Voldie.”
Harry smiled, face pressed against Draco’s shirt. “I guess you’re right.
Silly me again.” He said reluctantly but thought to himself, ‘I’m sure that
it is real.’
Professor Snape breathed deeply as he watched the two boys. He wasn’t sure
but he thought he heard Draco and Harry talking about a dream.
“He is going to be fine, isn’t he, Professor?” Pansy asked hesitantly.
Then added, “Where are they supposed to sleep?”
Snape looked her in the eye. “They will stay in Mr. Malfoy’s room. When
they are eleven again they will be resorted into a house again. Until then
they stay together in Mr. Malfoy’s room.” He looked around and finally
noticed that while they had been talking, the house elves had delivered
dinner.

Four plates of roast beef, potatoes, and vegetables were steaming gently on
a makeshift table. “Ah! Dinner. Come on then, let’s eat.” If anyone had
paid any attention to what Snape was saying they would have noticed that the
greasy man had an extra jump in his voice when it came to food. They ate in
silence. Occasionally Harry would kick Draco and Draco would return the
favor but it was relatively peaceful.
“Well, now that dinner is finished, why don’t you show them their sleeping
arrangements, Ms. Parkinson?”
She nodded and grabbed the two boys bags. “Come on. Follow me and we will
get you two put to bed.”
The boys followed her out of Snape’s rooms and further down into the
dungeons. When they arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin common room
Pansy spoke, “Gryffindor’s suck….literally.” It opened for her and once
again the Slytherins met her with dead silence.
She threw up her hands, frustrated with the gits in the room and stormed
through, and led the way to Draco’s prefect room. “The Hitest Werewolf” she
muttered the password to Draco’s room. It had been Draco’s favorite
childhood book. The painting of the snake moved out of the way and she
stepped into the room. Harry and Draco following along like little ducks
following their mother.
“Ok, now. This is your room. I will be next door to you if you need
anything. My password is ‘The Grudge’. Go ahead and get dressed in your
PJs and get into bed.” She snapped. She didn’t mean to be rough with them
but she was tired.
“Good night, Luv.” Draco said using Pansy’s nickname. Then giggled when
she blushed.
“Good night, Ms. Parkinson.” Harry gave her a tiny bow as she looked oddly
at him but did not say anything else. She left the two of them alone after
saying her own good nights.
“All right! Alone at last. Now, teach me how to read, Harry.” Draco
started to bounce.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright. Let’s sit here.” He patted the side of
the bed. He looked around the room and found a book. It was pretty thick
but it looked like it would work. He picked up the book and bounced on the
double bed instead of the cot which had been set up for him in the corner.
Draco silently watched him get comfortable on his bed. Harry glanced up at
him before patting the bed again, “Come on.” As soon as Draco sat down he
began, “This is an ‘A’.” He pointed to the title The Anthropologist. Draco
paid attention. “Alright an ‘A’. Go on!” They stayed up quite late that
night practicing the correct pronunciation of words and which word was
which.
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