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Falling Inside the Black	By : Pseudonymous_Entity Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The odd discussion didn't prevent Ron from reattaching himself to Harry's arm.
Both Professor Lupin and Malfoy frowned in disapproval when Harry tried to pull it back and Ron squeezed it tighter. Ron and Malfoy engage in another power play and Harry was left berating himself. How could he be so stupid? How could he have gone through the first two years at Hogwarts without noticing all of this going on around him? Sure he'd noticed it in Slytherin but he'd never realized it was going on around him, concerning him, involving so many people. He knew vaguely that Malfoy was attempting to help him in some fashion. What he did not know was why he needed the protection. He did not know why Ron was acting this way and he could not remember if he had always acted this way. This bothered Harry greatly. Everything before this year was in an odd sort of haze in his mind when he tried to search through his memories concerning things like this. He honestly never paid attention to it before. As a child growing up in a household where you had to know what the other members were thinking in order to avoid soaps pan swipes to the head, kicks and verbal abuse it was hard to believe he let all of that fade away at school. Why didn't he notice? Why didn't he do anything before now?
Lastly, and most importantly, how the hell did he figure out what was going on without informing everyone he didn't understand the political moves in his own house? Mentally Harry banged his head against a wall.
"I do think I like the Vampire better than the Lycan."
Harry jumped.
Without any sort of greeting the dark eyed Potions Professor matched step in sync with Professor Lupin, who began moving the moment Snape began speaking, and slid into the conversation as if he had been there the entire time. At this point Harry was just rolling with the recent development of his teachers appearing in places he knew they weren't. Malfoy and Harry accepted this easily though Ron seemed like he was torn between shaking Harry until he agreed magical creatures were frightening and being frightened himself. He had the unfortunate privilege of walking between the two Professors, who seemed to have separated him from Harry on purpose, and walking with his eyes flickering between them in an attempt to keep them both in his sights took precedence over Harry's absurd affection for dangerous things. Harry couldn't blame the red head for being uncomfortable. The professors were intimidating. Intimidating weirdos keeping the taller Gryffindor from leeching onto him and dragging him about.
Bless those creeptastic bastards.
"You would-" Started their Defense Instructor exchanging a look with the Potions Master which spoke of an inside joke the rest of them weren't privy too.
"I've yet to be attacked by a Vampire." Said Snape.
Lupin gave a toothy grin. "Perhaps they recognize one of their brethren."
Harry of course immediately decided he just had to find out what that was about. They already had inside jokes? What on earth did they get up to when they weren't teaching or grading papers? Having fun without him, that's what! The audacity. Probably scaring little firsties out of their skins. Popping out of nowhere. Thrusting boggarts and allusions to impending poisoning at the poor unsuspecting children...
"Harry, mate, you're grinning maniacally at nothing. Again." Said Ron.
"Am I? How odd of me." Harry felt his face with a hand curiously.
Malfoy looked fondly exasperated.
"-I've yet to be attacked by a Vampire."
Oh that conversation really is happening, they weren't just pretending to have one. Interesting.
Lupin gave a toothy grin. "Perhaps they recognize one of their brethren."
"Ah. That may explain my near death. I was mistaken for an archnemisis."
"To be fair that's an easy mistake to make." The Defense Instructor pointed out.
In the ensuing argument between Snape and Professor Lupin, the latter of the two had an unhealthy attachment to Werewolves, Ron managed to slip away. It wasn't until dinner, which was when they actually noticed Ron's absence, that they came to any sort of compromise. Specifically that they were hungry. After a decision to ceasefire in their debate they parted ways leaving Harry to sit at the Gryffindor table. Seeing Ron's assessing gaze, his eyes flickering between Harry and Malfoy then up to Lupin and Snape who were sitting side by side Harry made the choice to sit by Hermione instead. He loved Ron. Really. He was his first friend. As in ever. And that meant something to him, it really did. Harry swallowed the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wished he knew why he was only now realizing how much of their relationship was Ron speaking for and making decisions for Harry. There seemed to be some sort of understanding within the ranks of Gryffindor that Harry was upsetting simply by waking up and making choices for himself. Ron obviously did not like the changes.
Glancing around he realized Ron wasn't the only one paying attention. Several Gryffindors of various years were watching Harry with interest. What was wrong with them- Oh. Oh. He'd just walked into dinner chatting with Malfoy, a Slytherin, the Professor Lupin and Snape, who scared the ever-loving-bejeezus out of most of the students. Well damn. He hadn't thought about how that might look.
Harry shrugged, running his fingers through his hair, casually straightening his shirt as well. If he was getting stared at he might as well look good while it happened right? Averting his gaze Harry slid in beside Hermione and started surveying the table. He immediately decided he wasn't hungry. Seriously, there was just never anything good at his table. It was some sort of a conspiracy. Did the universe want him to be tiny his entire life? It was a terrible hit to his ego to have to ask a taller girl the year, or two years, below him to get a book for him in the library. His forehead was the vanquisher of Dark Lords! You'd think he would have grown into a wide shouldered, tall sort of boy. Like Ron. With an interest in things outside of food. Perhaps the Slytherins bribed the house elves to get all the good stuff on their table. Bloody Slytherins.
He should have thought of that.
"Where have you been?" Demanded Hermione.
Wide eyed Harry turned only to relax. Her eyes were firmly planted in her book. The few moments she was anywhere not the library the frizzy-haired female had a pile of books nearby and one in her hands. He would have been worried if she was paying attention to something other than a book. The world might end.
"With the Defense teacher. And Snape. And then just Lupin. Then Snape again. There may have been second years, manipulation and a knife involved at one point."
She looked at him over the top of her book. "A detention already Harry?" Ah, Hermione and her priorities.
"I did not in fact get a detention." He paused uncertainly. "At least they didn't appear to come to any sort of agreement on the matter. No, I'm pretty sure I got away with it."
She gave a long suffering sigh, actually lowering her book. "What did you do now?"
He waited three minutes to establish the world was not ending before he answered. "I'm trying to establish a friendship between Lupin and Snape. You know, promote inter house unity and all of that? I thought since Lupin is a Gryffindor and Snape is a Slytherin it might inspire the students to follow in their footsteps. And if I have to get a few detentions, well, I think that's worth it. Don't you?"
Lies. So many lies.
Hermione tackled him in a hug with wet shining eyes. "Oh Harry!" She sat up rubbing her eyes, turning her attention on Ron and promptly smacked him with her book. "Why don't you ever do anything like that with your time?" The red head looked up startled. He obviously hadn't been aware of anything outside glowering petulantly at his plate.
Seizing the distraction Harry turned in his seat. "Malfoy."
The blonde looked over his shoulder. "Potter."
They stared one another down.
"Do you have an apple for me?" Asked Harry when their tablemates started looking nervous. Honestly, with all of the Trolls and Basilisks running around you'd think a Gryffindor and a Slytherin not hexing one another on sight wouldn't cause such a stir. Who gets nervous because of a lack of violence? Then again none of them even brought those events up anymore, maybe the wizarding was so used to dangerous things happening the didn't know how to react when their lives weren't in immediate danger. That was explain a lot actually.
Malfoy pretended to think about the question. "Let's see...I can't seem to remember...where did I put those apples?"
"I have nothing to say to you." Harry looked away, pouting. The apples were in the unlikely amount of space the blonde's pockets contained, as Malfoy very well knew. They were his pockets after all.
"Potter turn around." Said Malfoy.
He crossed his arms. "No."
"Potter."
"No you had your chance. Teasing someone how about his apples is bad form." Harry managed to ignore Malfoy for half a minute before he got bored. He turned to his left and tapped Parvatti on the shoulder. "Can I borrow your plate?" He gave a small smile, looking up through his lashes. Harry took her vacant, flushed expression as a 'yes'. With a wave of his hand he turned it into a golden ball rather than a golden plate. Harry threw it up and down in his hand to gage the weight. "Excellent."
"That's pretty complicated transfiguration. When did you learn that? I haven't seen it in our book."
Harry looked up to see Neville sitting across from him. The other boy had developed a perpetually amused expression to his face since the beginning of term. Harry's predicament with Ron the cause. It was annoying but Harry quite liked this new, more interactive Neville over the absurdly shy, stuttering boy from the year prior so he sucked it up. For now. After all, he changed his mind. A lot.
Harry held up the golden ball, formerly a plate. "Would you like to play a game with me?" Because admitting he had the ability to do things just by thinking about it didn't seem like a good idea. Not everyone could accept randomly appearing magical powers of awesome as easily as he could. He was Harry potter, stuff just happened to him. Not dying. Turning people into ash with his bare hands. Conjuring and transfiguring things on a whim.
Yeah, nothing to worry about. Totally.
"Are you going to cheat?"
Harry huffed. "Why, do I look like a Slytherin?"
There was a loud cough. "An alleged Slytherin," He amended.
Neville rolled his eyes. "It's not that you do it on purpose it's just that you tend to lie and change your mind. A lot."
"It's like you don't know me at all." He deadpanned. Harry turned before he could respond. "Oi Malfoy, you and some of your minions want to play a game with me and mine?"
"When did I agree to play?" Called Neville from behind. Harry ignored him. He was busy boring his eyes into Malfoy's back until he turned around.
"I thought you were ignoring him." Said one of the Slytherins coldly. Merlin, introverts and their sensitivity.
"I'm giving you a chance to humiliate Gryffindors with an audience. Are you in or not?"
Nott looked at Malfoy who nodded. Theo gave a grudging nod as well, lips fighting a pleased smile.
Slytherins. Humiliation was their catnip. Snakenip? Serepentnip...
Dean Thomas and Seamus, who sat on either side of Neville, were staring at him fixedly when Harry stopped daydreaming. "Er...yes?"
"Don't we get to be minions?" Asked Seamus. "Is only Neville a minion? What the hell did he do to get to do be a minion?"
"It's an outrage." Added Dean. The two grinned at each other, momentarily breaking character, then turned back to Harry deadly serious.
Whoever thought he would one day have students clamoring to be his minions? If only they came pocket sized so he could bring them home over the summer get help with his chores. That'd be the life. "Actually Neville has temporarily been demoted from minion to semi-acquaintance. His minionship is on probation. And yes, you're definitely my minions. Feel free to bask in my awesome whenever it suits you."
Seamus clapped Nevile on the back. "Tough luck mate."
"What did I do?" Demanded Neville.
"You accused me of being a lying schizophrenic." A suitable thing to demote somebody over in Harry's opinion. He was the assigner of minions thus his opinion was the only one that mattered, though that was a mere technicality no one needed to bring up. Dean raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn't Snape-like but if he put some effort into it the boy might get there one day.
"I know," said Harry, choosing to believe Dean thought Neville was out of line for incorrectly diagnosing his superior and deserved his loss of position rather than silently asking what happened to cause Neville to come to that conclusion. If they didn't notice his changes they deserved the consequences of them. "I don't think he should be running around psychoanalyzing people like that either. Besides, anyone can tell I'm a low level psychopath. There's a difference."
"Just putting that out there are you?" Asked Dean.
"I have noticed a definite decrease in your empathy towards others." Stated Seamus thoughtfully.
It was always Seamus who noticed the difference first wasn't it? Harry beamed. "I knew you were my favourite Gryffindor!"
Seamus' eyes glazed over, goofy smile in place. Dean snorted.
Harry's powers of awesome were apparently never ceasing. Smug, he stood and clapped his hands. "Right. Look, I'm going to throw these and we're going to try to catch them while being as distracting, and creative, as possible." He picked up the ball, tapped it with his wand to make some copies, then tossed one to Malfoy and one to Dean. "Alright, run across the room and throw them. You have to keep them up in the air, if they touch the ground you loose a point, three times on the ground and you're out because you suck at this. That ball is out as well. Try to keep it with your teammates, the other team can steal the ball as long as they don't drop it and successfully pass it to another member of their team, if not they lose a point and the original team gets it back. Got it? Ready? Go!"
Harry threw one across the hall. Seamus ran after it, hitting his knees and sliding under the Hufflepuff table to catch it on the other side. He gave a loud whoop and held it up in triumph.
"Nice one." Harry congratulated over the surprised yells of the other students.
Eventually all talk in the great hall ceased but for cheering or booing and occasionally shrieking when the non-players dived out of the way. The teachers, being the role models they are, took to betting points. Theodore Nott received fifteen points for Slytherin when he levitated Hagrid's goblet to catch one of the balls out of his reach. The players had stopped then to look at one another, before simultaneously grinning wickedly and pulling out their own wands. The game ended when Professor Lupin, one of the staff members who joined in, jumped across to the Ravenclaw table, ran down it, leaped into the air by launching off a prefect's head and caught the last golden ball...with his mouth. Like a dog.
Snape face palmed.
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