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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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A/N: Sirius lovers... get ready! Oh yeah... um... so Draco/Dahlia fans should like this chapter...
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Chapter 43-
"She still doesn't know she's from the future." Severus informed Albus. "She doesn't know that she's not even a normal witch. Or whatever her kind is called. They never did say."
"Yes, they are certainly their own kind. Although, I can not find anything about them during my research." He didn't say anything more to that.
Lately, Albus seemed to be a bit too preoccupied in his thoughts to give Severus much of his attention. Severus often saw him emerging from the bathroom that was out of order, humming a cheery tone; a solid sign that he was piecing some sort of puzzle together. It was not Severus' problem to worry over. If Albus needed his help, he'd ask for it. Still... It made him a bit curious as to what was troubling the headmaster. What was it with that bathroom anyway? It surely got a lot of attention for being haunted and flooded most of the time.
"He keeps admiring the sink faucets." The moaning ghost told Severus one day while he stood outside of the door, silently watching Albus walk up to the next floor using the shifting staircase.
"The faucets?" What would be so interesting about those?
"Well, they are the most beautiful ones of all Hogwarts." She purred, looking up at him with adoring brown eyes. "You certainly aged well, Mr. Snape."
Severus shuddered in disgust. Teenage hormones... Merlin, he hated teenage hormones. Girls were crazy if they found him at all attractive. And that was just it, hormones did make little girls crazy. He'd seen enough of it during his career. Damn. He could not wait until this was all over and then he'd never have to teach another lesson again.
"Why do you think I picked this bathroom?" The ghost girl added, flashing him a seductive smile. How do they learn those taunting gestures at such a young age? It should be criminal! It's no wonder the boys go absolutely crazy!
Severus grunted a reply and stalked off down to the dungeons to ready himself for another horrid day of teaching Potions.
* / *
"So you can see into the future?" Harry asked to see if he had understood Dahlia's story correctly, slightly shocked by the news.
She nodded. "And the past."
"That's why you said Dumbledore was going to die."
"Yeah..." Dahlia waited for his reaction, expecting him to start calling her crazy.
"Whoa..." he took a breath and let out a chuckle. "You... You knew Draco and I were supposed to be friends- That's..." he shook his head in disbelief, studying her with his green eyes. "Do you know why though? I mean, he's great- when he's not being conceited; a loyal mate, really."
Dahlia shifted her eyes away. "Yes, I know why..." She started pacing nervously.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked in alarm.
Anytime she thought about the glimpses of what was going to happen in future, she'd get frightened all over again. Dahlia didn't know every moment of what was going to happen, but what she saw was deaths. So many deaths. Dead bodies all over the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Some belonging to those she knew, but most of them, she had no idea about. Not all faces were clear either.
"Har-ry..." she stammered. "There's going to be a war... and..." She couldn't tell him... She just couldn't! It would hurt him too much. He was too young to know that he was the cause of a war. A war that would kill so many people.
Harry took the trembling girl into his arms for a hug. "Lia," he started softly. "Please tell me, it's okay, I'll help you."
"I have this feeling..." she said slowly, hugging him tightly, finding his embrace calming. "Harry, do you remember when Draco said there was some huge rivalry between the Slytherins and Gryffindors?"
"Yeah?"
"And how Professor Snape treats the Gryffindors?"
"Well, he is a Slytherin." He said with matter-of-fact. "But he and my mum were friends."
"He told you that?" She gasped out in surprise, pulling from him to look at his face.
Harry laughed softly. "Yeah, apparently they were best friends. Your Mum hated him, and he, her. Kind of explains his visit to our house, huh?" Harry was smiling.
Dahlia matched his feeling. She was happy to know that the professor had opened up to someone, especially to Harry. Professor Snape couldn't stand Harry, and she knew why. While she didn't agree with it, she understood his reasoning. James Potter had been such a creep in his younger years at Hogwarts.
"What else did he tell you?"
Harry shrugged. "Not much. They studied a lot together, mostly in Potions. He didn't say it, but-" Harry's grin widened. "I think he liked my Mum. More than a friend. Know what I mean?"
Dahlia cleared her throat uneasily. "Just because a guy talks about a girl, doesn't mean he's crushing on them."
Harry snorted in doubt. "No, but the way he got this goofy look when he spoke about her... You'd have to be an insensitive bloke to not realize it."
"You're thinking of a certain Weasley boy, aren't you?" She asked jokingly.
"Yep!" He chuckled. "I know the professor wouldn't want anyone to know so I won't say nothing. He's probably embarrassed by it."
Dahlia tilted her head. "Or perhaps you've got it all wrong."
"There is no possible way, Lia." The grin was frozen to Harry's face. "I think it's adorable really. The big mean Head of Slytherin has a heart. Oh, the horror!" He giggled at his joke. His smile faded a moment later. "Wait... that's probably why him and my dad hated each other. Some jealousy thing!" He scoffed. "What is it with people? Fighting over a girl? How stupid..."
"Yeah... Harry, that's got to be it..." Dahlia said distantly. For Professor Snape's sake, she hoped he never found out that Harry was smarter than he had given her cousin credit for. "Anyway... As I was saying, I have this feeling that we can stop the war from happening if the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor ceases."
"The reason for your insistence of Draco's and mine friendship." He summarized catching on quickly. "Brilliant! But to stop a war from happening is a bit far fetched, Lia."
"I have faith." She told him seriously. For if she did not, she would not be able to save the world. The weight was all on her shoulders. Her visions were hints to what was going to happen, and she needed to make the proper choices at just the right time to fix the things that would go wrong in the future.
The next day, Dahlia stopped Draco in the hall before he entered the Great Hall. His friends had yet to arrive, something that occurred often with those two. "I want to talk with you." She told him.
"Whatever about, Miss Dursley?" He said with a scowl. "Isn't there a certain ghost you can talk to instead? I mean, obviously, I am too good for you to entrust your secrets to."
"I'm sorry for leaving you out." She said quietly.
He huffed, crossing his arms. "If you think a simple apology is going to fix everything, you've mistaken."
"What if... I tell you a huge secret that no one knows about- Not even Harry."
His lips stretched into a grin, but his arms remained crossed. "That'll be a good start. Continue on..."
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"
Draco nodded. "Tell me then." he said, unable to hide his building interest in knowing such an exclusive thing.
She leaned close to him, whispering into his ear, and stepped back when she was through, watching his eyes grow wide. He gasped. "You're lying!"
"I can prove it." She told him.
"And, that, you will, Lia, for I find it so very hard to believe."
A month later, Dahlia sat with the group, choosing which subjects they were going to take the following year.
"Divinations." Draco murmured to himself. "How wicked it would be to really be able to see the future."
Hermione glanced at his sheet of classes. "But you didn't check it." She inquired. "You've chosen Arithmancy and Care of the Magical Creatures."
Draco let out a slight scoff. "The Divinations class is completely useless. The professor is a nut roll, and if she could teach anyone how to read into the future, wouldn't the older students be spouting off predictions any chance they could get?"
"Ah, he has made an excellent point." Dahlia said, patting Draco's shoulder. "But, predictions are a bit different than actual seeing. Prediction is based on guesswork or a some sort of feeling. Seeing is actually knowing."
Draco's eyebrows flew up. "Oh, really?" He drawled, peering down at her sign up sheet. "Is that why you're not taking Divinations? You've already mastered the subject?"
Dahlia sent him a smile. "Oh, how you know me." His eyes glued to her after she had said that. The grey orbs piercing hers, demanding for answers. She didn't miss their shift downward to stare at her lips.
"Well, I'm taking all the classes." Hermione interrupted the silent moment that Draco and Dahlia were having. Draco quickly went back to his paper, hovering over it uncomfortably.
Dahlia smiled to herself, enjoying his discomforting feelings toward her. It greatly amused her.
A beating heart could change anyone.
Dahlia frowned at the results of her exams. She failed Defense Against the Dark Arts, but heard that many students had also failed the subject, thanks to Professor Lockhart's impossible and self centered questions. It was her own fault for not wasting her time with studying his books. She had focused on more important material. That wasn't really what had made her upset though. She had passed Potions by only one measly point since the test had involved Flobberworm Mucus. Most of the of the group had aced it with flying colors, though, all but she, had passed.
Dahlia stuffed her paper into her bag, disappointed with herself.
"What'd you get?" Harry asked her, admiring his 100.
Dahlia didn't answer him, and instead chewed the inside of her lip. She worked hard. Knew all the material, and it was completely unfair that her stomach forbid her to brew with anything disgusting. What was the point in all that work if all she got was a puny grade?!
"It could be a worse." A voice spoke up an hour later, echoing throughout the bathroom. "You could have utterly failed completely."
Dahlia quickly dabbed her eyes dry. "What do you want?" She asked in a mutter.
Draco approached her side, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "I have a favour to ask of you."
"Really?" She didn't hide her surprise and turned to face him. "What could you possibly want from me?"
"Well, I, uh..." he stumbled, suddenly becoming nervous with her eyes upon him.
Dahlia rolled her eyes. "I surely can't help you with anything if I don't know what you want!"
He let out a high pitched giggle, but he held her gaze.
He was admiring her.
"Are you okay, Draco?" She asked slowly, a grin creeping along her lips. His abnormal behavior was quite entertaining to her.
He wet his lips. "I've heard that the other kids of our year have been..." he looked away shyly.
"What?" She asked impatiently. "What ever it is, you can tell me."
"Kissing." He blurted quickly.
"Yeah, but you have been too, so what's your problem?"
"They've been doing it with their..." he didn't finish.
"Lips?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows. "I know that, Draco. After all, what else would you use?"
He stepped closer to her, a passionate look suddenly appearing on his face. "I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't leave Hogwarts until I got the kiss, and I want you to be the one that does it with me."
"But we've-" she stopped herself as Draco set his hands to her waist, his touch sending a shiver across her skin, making the hair on her arms rise.
"They've been using their tongues, Dahlia." Draco told her.
"Oooh... Oh!" She exclaimed as it hit her like a brick, recalling the conversation that Myrtle had started months ago. So, Draco really wanted to tongue kiss her? He studied her face, awaiting for her reaction to his news. He DID want to tongue kiss her!
It was her turn to look away nervously. "I've never-"
"Me neither." He said quickly. Then he chuckled. "Well, obviously not. But I've been studying how!"
"Studying...?" How in the world do you study kissing?
"Sure." He tilted his head nonchalantly. "I've been watching a couple of friends do it."
"But I still don't know how to do it." Dahlia said uneasily. "I don't know a thing about it."
"It's easy..." He didn't sound very convincing... "Just do what I do."
"Ah..." should she really kiss him that way? Was it even safe...? Wouldn't it lead to more feelings? Feelings he shouldn't be feeling for her?
"Please?" He asked desperately. "Even Vincent and Gregory have kissed this way. Do you really think I should end the year without doing it for myself?"
"Wow, they've kissed like that?" She gasped out. Impressive. Dahlia actually felt proud of them. She wondered who the girls were. "So, what do I get out of this?"
Draco snorted. "And out comes the Slytherin!" He tossed up his hands.
"You think Slytherins are the only ones worthy enough to strike a deal?"
"How about... You get to kiss the hottest boy in the school?" He drawled with a smirk, ignoring her question.
"And out comes your arrogance!" She laughed.
"Come on, we're best friends-"
"Really?" Dahlia couldn't believe her ears. Did Draco actually think they were best friends?
"Well... yeah." He shrugged as if it were no big deal. "We share a few special secrets that only we trust each other with. Isn't that what best friends do?"
Dahlia took a deep breath. "Fine." She said, shaking her arms anxiously. "Let's do it then."
Draco smiled widely. "Splendid!" There was an awkward moment as the two couldn't decide on where to start. "Um... How about I begin?" He suggested.
Dahlia nodded in agreement. He had studied it after all. She closed her eyes as he leaned in with his head tipped to the side slightly. His soft lips touched hers and she waited for him to make the next move to which he seemed to hesitate on. A moment later his tongue probed the seam of her lips making her pulse race. It was time to make her move now. Butterflies fluttered inside the pit of her stomach as she slowly stuck her tongue out to meet his. Her eyes flew open, surprised at how soft his tongue felt. Warm and soft. A lovely feeling actually. Draco's eyes were closed as their tongues flicked against each other with clumsy moves before he broke off the kiss. He was breathing hard, as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. Oh, Lord, was she supposed to have done that?
"That was... exhilarating." He said breathless. "I am happy that I chose you to do this with."
"Just so you know, you're a good kisser too." She complimented.
Draco smirked. "Yeah, I know."
Dahlia rolled her eyes and gave him a friendly push. "You are so full of yourself, Malfoy!"
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