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Proditio	By : ochiteirutenshi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-First
- 2-Second
- 3-Third
- 4-Fourth
- 5-Fifth
- 6-Sixth
- 7-Seventh
- 8-Eighth
- 9-Ninth
- 10-Tenth
- 11-Eleventh
- 12-Author Note
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- 5
- 6
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the rights to Harry Potter. That undoubtable hogoesgoes to the mother of that wonderful creation, JK Rowling. She is a goddess of the literary arts and should be acknowledged. So, please, for the love of all that is holy, please do not sue me! After all, plagiarism is one of the most sincere forms of flattery. *bows and runs off stage*

Warnings: This is a very OOC fic, especially with Harry and Dumbledore, and is pro-Dark Lord. This fic contains slash! If you don't like male/male relationships, here's a hint: DON'T READ IT! The flames will keep me nice and toasty warm, because, after all, I live in Alaska. We need all the heat we can get.

Thanks to my beta, Emmy.

This chapter is a bit more from the view of Hermione.

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Chapter Five

Every year it was as if she was heading home. The trunks and the chaos, all of it blurring into the warmth of knowing she was where she belonged. The scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express glowed cheerfully, readying itself for the long trip to the enchanting castle. Seventh years had serene expressions on their faces as if they were trying to collect the image of the train for one last time, the last time they would be boarding to be heading toward Hogwarts and not away. First years glanced around nervously, trying to find where they fit in in all the chaos of boarding.

Hermione just grinned slightly, fingering her prefect's badge lovingly, letting her eyes wander as she searched out her two best friends so they could board and claim a compartment.

Ron was easy to spot, his flaming red hair a blazing beacon to all, especially when that head was so high up. He had obviously grown during the summer, shooting up like boys tended to do when filled with Mrs. Weasley's fine home-cooked meals. He was about 6'5" now, broad shouldered,and carrying himself with a great deal more confidence then he had in the past. He still had a rather boyish face, and was a bit on the plain side, but Hermione cared not for such matters.

"Ron!" She yelled, running over to where Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and his younger and only sister Ginny stood, obviously with the same idea in mind as Hermione.

The red-head look up from his sister, whom he was teasing by the disgruntled look on Ginny's face, and smiled, waving to the bushy-haired girl now flying toward him. "Heya, 'Mione. Seen Harry yet? Been kinda worried since he stopped sending us letters."

Hermione frowned slightly, shaking her head in annoyance. Harry had sent both of his friends a note halfway through August stating that he was fine, but as he had some work to do for the rest of the summer, he wouldn't be contacting them. The tone of the notes was polite, but something was off about them. WDumbDumbledore had been approached with the matter, he said that he had received a similar note and had sent Moody and Tonks by er Fer Four Privet Drive to speak with their wayward friend.

The muggles Harry lived with, nervous and frightened of Moody, were quick to inform Moody that the boy had up and left about a week before -- after asking his Aunt and Uncle for a legal emancipation -- not informing anyone of his intentions, just leaving a note with Petunia for Dumbledore with four words in emerald-green ink.

You will re-sort me.

Frantic, Dumbledore sent out Order members to search for Harry, but the search ended when, calm and collected, Harry had shown up on the Order's doorstep at Number 12, Grimmauld Place and in a polite tone informed the Order to "Sod off."

After that day, the 18th of August, Harry had completely disappeared with the promise that he would be at Hogwarts come September 1st.

And all Hermione could think about was how much she wanted to strangle Harry when she saw him. Worrying her like that, especially after the sorrow Sirius's death had caused. It was inconsiderate, and worse, it was rude.

"No. I've been accorded the same consideration you have, Ron. No contact whatsoever," Hermione scowled, her chocolate brown eyes sparking with a bit of anger. "It's like he disappeared from the face of the Earth. And with Dumbledore so worried since he no longer has the blood protection of his Aunt..." She trailed off, a sad look sweeping across her face.

Ron gave her a sad smile and patted her back. "Yes, I know."

Unspoken between them was the very real fear that Harry had been killed in the three weeks he had been away from Privet Drive, and with no contact and no way of knowing where he was, no one would be the wiser to his disappearance unless he never showed up at Hogwarts.

Some time during their conversation, Molly and Ginny Weasley had disappeared into the train with Ginny's trunk, leaving Hermione and Ron alone to wait for Harry on the platform. Students rushed past the two, waiting in worried silence for Harry, watching the minutes tick away on the big clock above the platform gate, until at 10:58 a rushed pair ran through the barrier, pushing their trolleys along at a good pace. One was obviously Draco -- well, Draco anyways, with mid back length silver-blond hair tied back with a silver snake clasp, clothed in obviously expensive black sweeping robes and looking rather harried. The other was a young man neither Hermione, nor Ron had ever seen before.

Dressed in expensive robes much like Draco's with black leather gloves, he was a rather short and lithe individual, waif-like with a rather innocent beauty, with a natural grace that was hard to come by. Standing about 5'4," he had dark, blood red hair (obviously dyed) with silver strands shot through randomly that went to his ass and was tied back much like Draco's with a golden clasp shaped like a stag. His eyes were a calm, almost freezing cold ice blue, their intense color, even through the paleness of the shade, making it seem like he could stare straight through your eyes and into your very soul if you gained eye contact. From his right ear hung a earring shaped like a wiccan pentacle, and on the left side of his nose peeked a golden stud.

Sighing in annoyance, she watched Draco and the stranger rush past them and into the train, and Hermione had almost turned back to watch the barrier once more for the final minute before bording the train when she and Ron both heard very clearly, "Potter, can you bloody move any faster? I want to get a compartment to ourselves if you don't mind!"

Whirling around, she saw Draco and the red-haired stranger, shrinking their trunks and parcels with twin waves of their wands, disappearing into the open door of the train. Looking over to Ron, expressions of confusion firmly on their faces, they ran forward, nearly tripping each other in their rush to board the train.

"Harry?" Hermione shouted, looking right to left seeing no evidence of the two teens who had just entered before them. Nodding to Ron with a sort of silent communication that came with years of friendship, She ran toward the front of the train, while Ron, ran the opposite direction. Flinging open compartment doors, earning shouts from occupants who protested the prefect's lack of respect for their privacy, she ran down the train, stopping only to open the doors and make a cursatory glance around each compartment, her eyes never landing on Draco or the odd blood-red haired boy.

"Harry, damn you, you better have a good explaination for this one." She said in a dangerous whisper to herself, finally coming to the forwardmost compartment. Reaching a hand out to open the door, she tugged hard, only to find it locked.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Bloody -- alohomora."

Reaching out a hand to open the door, she was surprised to feel a jolt, much like a large spark of static electricity come off the door, as a ghostly hand patted her cheek sending shivers down her spine and a voice whispered in her ear: "Ah ah ah, sweet child. You did forget to knock. So rude. So uncultured. But what can you expect from a mudblood Gryffindor?"

Frowning at the insult to her heritage, she knocked on the frosted glass panel.

A moment later, the sliding door was flung aside by a very cool and distant Draco, his silvery eyes cold and calculating.

"Yes, Granger. What do you want?" His voice was civil, lacking the drawling quality she had come to expect from Draco.

"I - I came to see Harry. I saw him get on the train with you. I - I wanted to speak to him."

Unnerved by Draco's pure presence, she skiddishly peeked over Draco's shoulder to the slender teen behind him, who was gazing out the window, deep in thought. Opening her mouth to call out to him, she was stopped by Draco's next comment, the sneer firmly upon his face.

"Me? Harboring Potter? Merlin, Granger, have you lost what little sense you have?

Hermione blushed deeply, her cheeks growing hot in her embarrassment. "B-but who --"

The expression on Draco's face, if it was even possible, grew even more disgusted as Draco spoke in a soft, deadly tone. "Not that it is any concern of yours, Granger, but I am assisting my new friend Ghost on his way to Hogwarts. Now if you please --"

At that, the door was slammed in Hermione's face with a slight whoosh of wind blowing in her face, as the young Gryffindor was left shell shocked and confused. Turning, and walking slowly back down the train, Hermione never noticed as a blood-red head looked silently after her, a look of resent and sadness ghosting over the serene face before turning back and closing the compartment door on his old life.

A/N: Not a really big 'Mione fan, as you can see. She rubs me too much the wrong way. Next chapter we have Harry's resorting and Snape's reaction.

Lupusdragon *blushes* Wow. *chuckles* No you aren't confused by the wands as Harry shouldn't have commented, but Harry wants all three custom wands under his control. To therefore he told Draco, who unless he agrees to join Harry, cannot even think of trying to get a custom wand. After all, he doesn't even have money for food. Harry has to be his benefactor in order for him to even survive now, since no one else will take in an Unnamed individual. But we'll get into that later.

Leviathan *sighs* Normally I would agree with you on Narcissa, but I had to have a reason for Draco to be Unnamed and that seemed most viable. After all, could you see Lucius with his fanatical pride in the Malfoy name putting such a tarnish on it as to disown it's only heir?
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