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Dirty Magic	By : arianbrightside Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�What is the meaning of this?� Professor Snape asked cooly.
Neither boy spoke, nor looked at the other.
�What is the meaning of this?� Snape repeated. His gaze locked onto Harry. �Potter? Any explanation?�
Harry looked up at Snape. �No.�
�I doubt very much, Potter, that this had anything to do with Mr Malfoy, so I would like you to explain yourself.�
Harry averted his eyes. He knew Snape was an accomplished Legilimens and didn�t want to give him any opportunity to see what had happened. Harry glanced at Draco, and Draco�s eyes flicked up at Harry. He was struck with the strongest sense to not tell Snape anything, and briefly wondered if that feeling could have come from Malfoy.
�Since it seems apparent that neither of you plan on speaking, you can both accompany me to Professor McGonagall�s office.� Snape swept off down the corridor, and Harry and Draco had naught else to do but follow him.
A million thoughts were shooting through Harry�s mind, each struggling for his attention, when suddenly one thought came through loud and clear.
::Don�t tell him anything. Whatever you do, just shut up.::
Harry�s looked at Draco in horror. �What are you doing in my head?!� He whispered.
Draco nodded to Snape, who was walking ahead of them. �Shut up, he�ll hear you. Just concentrate.�
Harry made a face at Draco, and did as he was told.
::Now pay attention. You can communicate with me like this as well. Concentrate. Focus on me, and focus on one thought you want to send me. Try it.::
Harry concentrated for a minute. ::How is this possible?::
::Good, good. Just listen to what I tell you.::
::No. I have questions.:: Harry started to protest.
::Look! Stop being so bloody inquisitive and just listen. When we get to McGonagall�s office, let me do the talking. Don�t try and shoot your mouth off. You�ll only get us both into trouble.::?
::Since when have you cared about me getting into trouble?::
::Believe me, it�s not you I care about.::
At that, Snape stopped walking, turned around, and regarded them both contemptuously.
�Is everything all right?�
::Shut up, Potter::
�No, sir.� Draco said sycophantically.
Snape cast them both a suspicious look. �Well, come along then. We haven�t got all day to dawdle in the corridors.�
Harry glared at Malfoy and stomped off ahead of him.
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When they reached the Transfiguration department, it was discovered that Professor McGonagall was in the middle of a first year Transfiguration lesson.
�Wait out here.� Snape said, and knocked briskly on the door of the classroom. Without waiting for a response, he marched in.
Standing outside the open door, Harry and Draco could hear the conversation that took place inside.
�Professor Snape, to what do I owe the pleasure?�
�I have been witness to a�situation.� He chose the last word carefully.
�Involving whom, Severus?�
�Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter.�
Harry heard McGonagall sigh. �Can this wait until later, Professor? I�m a little busy at the moment.�
�Unfortunately, it can�t. I have the guilty parties outside the classroom right now.�
�Wands down.� Harry could hear McGonagall addressing the class. �I am stepping out for a moment. Please read chapter 7 of your book, and I don�t want to hear a peep out of you.�
Harry heard footsteps approaching the door. Evidently Malfoy heard them as well, because the next thing Harry heard was Malfoy inside his head.
::Don�t say a word. Don�t tell her you can hear me. Just look at the ground.::
::Why should I trust you, Malfoy?::
::Because I�m trying to help myself, not you.::
::Typical bloody Malfoy.::
At that, McGonagall and Snape emerged from the Transfiguration classroom. Harry and Draco were leaning against the wall, arms folded, looking defiantly in opposite directions.
�Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, what is going on here?� McGonagall asked formidably.Harry, who was facing McGonagall, made to speak, but remembered what Malfoy had told him, and shut his mouth again.
�What�s the matter, Potter?� Snape asked. �Cat got your tongue?�
McGonagall held her hand up, and threw Snape a scathing look that quite plainly said �Please be quiet and let me speak.�
�It wasn�t Potter�s fault, Professor.� Malfoy suddenly said.
The reaction from the three people present was almost electric. Harry�s head snapped around, a look of misunderstanding on his face. Snape was looking at Malfoy with pure dislike, and McGonagall had a look of sheer surprise on her face. Harry rather fancied that she�d never witnessed a Malfoy willing taking the blame for anything.
�Would you care to explain yourself, Mr. Malfoy?� Snape asked before McGonagall had recovered from the obvious shock.
�Peeves lured us into the broom cupboard and shut us in.� Malfoy said. Harry stared. Did he really expect Snape and McGonagall to believe that?
Professor McGonagall pressed her lips together. �Right. Potter, I will see you in my office at 5.00 this afternoon. Professor Snape, you may as well take these two and salvage what�s left of your Potions class, and deal with Mr. Malfoy as you see fit. Leave the matter of Potter and Peeves to me, please.� She turned sharply and went back into the classroom, shutting the door behind her with a pointed snap.
Snape looked at Potter venomously. �Well? You heard her. Move, both of you.� He gave Harry a small but sharp shove in the small of the back. Harry fought the urge to turn around and glare at Snape, instead, he gazed at Malfoy, wondering what had possessed the boy to make up such an absurd excuse.
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5.00 came around quickly, as dreaded things always do. Harry found himself sitting in Professor McGonagall�s office, involved in some bizarre kind of staring contest with the Transfiguration teacher.
�Well?� She said eventually. �Shall I start or shall you?�
�Er-� Harry said. Why did teachers have to ask such stupid questions? �Probably you.� He said eventually.
McGonagall gave him a wry smile, and began speaking.
�Potter, I expect you know by now that Draco Malfoy is a Telepath?�
Harry didn�t say anything. For some reason, Malfoy�s plea that he not tell McGonagall about their communication had stuck with him.
�Do you know what a Telepath is?� She pressed.
�No.� Harry said. This was partly true. He knew that Malfoy was a Telepath, but had no real idea of what that meant.
�Harry.� Her face softened somewhat. �I know it wasn�t Peeves� fault that you were in that broom cupboard with Malfoy this morning.�
Harry�s expression changed from casual indifference to sheer terror.
�And you can wipe that look off your face, I�m not going to tell anyone what you were doing in there with him.�
�I wasn�t � I mean I didn�t � He made me!�
Professor McGonagall held up one hand. �It�s not important. Just listen to me. Associating with the son of a known Death Eater is an abysmally stupid thing to do, Potter. The fact that he�s a Telepath is even MORE reprehensible.�
�I didn�t know he was a Telepath until today!� Harry shouted suddenly.
�Do you know what a Telepath is?� McGonagall asked again.
�No.� Harry said. �Does it mean he can read my mind?�
�Not exactly.� Professor McGonagall clasped her hands together on the desk and looked levelly at Harry. �He can�t extract thoughts from your mind. But he can, to some extent, control what you think.�
�What do you mean?� Harry asked.
�A Telepath can communicate with anyone they want, and they can do this in one of two ways. Either by initiating a telepathic conversation, or by implanting thoughts into the mind of their target and disguising them as the targets own thoughts.
�A Telepath can communicate with other Telepaths and non-Telepaths alike, but a non-Telepath cannot initiate communication with a Telepath, even if they have had communication in the past.� She stopped talking. �Do you have any questions?�
�How does someone become a Telepath?� Harry asked.
�It�s a familial male trait.�
�So Malfoy�s Dad is a Telepath as well?�
�No. It�s a trait mostly passed through the mother.� Professor McGonagall gave Harry a significant look.
�Oh.�
�Regardless of what feelings Mr. Malfoy may stir in you, Harry, I must discourage you from continuing to associate with him. Normally, I wouldn�t interfere in the private matters of my students, but I felt the need to talk to you about it before anyone else finds out.�
�Well, I�ll stay away from him if he stays away from me.�
McGonagall sighed. �Just don�t seek him out, Harry. You may go.�
Harry regarded Professor McGonagall for a moment, before he got up and stomped out of her office.
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In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was sitting on her own by the fire, poring over a book.
�Where�s Ron and Ginny?� Harry asked, sitting down next to her.
�On the Quidditch Pitch. Ron�s practicing with Ginny.�
�Good.� He scooted his armchair closer to her. �What do you know about Telepaths?�
�Only that it�s a familial trait passed through the mother. Why? Who�s a Telepath?�
�Draco Malfoy.� Harry whispered.
�Malfoy?� Hermione screeched.
�Shh! Keep your voice down.�
�Sorry. How do you know?�
�Because he�s been communicating with me. Today. After Snape busted us out of the broom cupboard.�
�Really?� Hermione beamed. �That�s very interesting.�
�What are you so happy about?�
�I�ve never met a Telepath.� She said, and then suddenly went over all dreamy. �Oh. I mean � I have � except � I didn�t know � you didn�t know.� She dove into her schoolbag and started rummaging around. A few moments later, she emerged, holding an enormous book. She flung it open and a cloud of dust billowed out of it, causing Harry to cough violently.
�What book is that?�
�It�s called Magical Phenomena and Human Traits. I checked it out for History of Magic. It�s very interesting.�
Harry rolled his eyes. �What does it say?�
Hermione flipped through the pages, scattering more dust as she went.
Harry coughed again. �What�s with the dust?�
�I don�t know. I�ve tried Scourgify, but it didn�t work. I think it�s just an eternally dusty book. Ah! Here we are!� She began to read.
�Telepathic ability is a familial trait that presents in the male born child. It can be passed through the mother or the father, and while the mother is a carrier (having gotten it from her father), she does not exhibit telepathic abilities. It is not known to skip a generation, and usually displays in the male child before the age of 13.� Hermione gave Harry the same significant look that McGonagall had given Harry in her office.
�So Malfoy�s mother passed it on to him.� Harry said, working the scenario over in his head. �Which meant that her father was a Telepath.�
Hermione nodded.
�And his brother was Sirius� Dad.� Harry�s eyes widened, as if a little light suddenly came on in his head. �Sirius! Sirius was a Telepath!�
Hermione slammed the book shut, looking triumphant. More dust issued forth.
�Why does that idiotic, self-involved twat have to be related to Sirius?� Harry asked angrily.
�Well, it�s not his fault.�
�Not who�s fault?�
�Either of them. It�s not like they asked to be related, Harry. But they are.�
A strange look came over Harry�s face.
�Harry?� Hermione asked warningly. �What are you thinking about?�
�If Sirius and Draco are related, that means there�s something of Sirius in him.� Harry said thoughtfully.
�Harry. Don�t go getting any ideas.�
�I�m not. I�m � where�s Ginny?�
�I told you, Harry, on the Quidditch Pitch with Ron.�
�I�ll be back before tea.� Harry said, and left the common room.
�Whatever it is, it�s not my problem.� Hermione sighed, more to convince herself than because it was actual fact, and returned to her study.
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Whatever had happened with Ginny on Monday evening, Hermione never found out. As the week progressed, all indications were that Harry had not yet severed his relationship with her, and Hermione was not entirely sure how she felt about that. Ron remained blissfully ignorant to his friend�s dalliances with a known enemy; the details of what had happened in the Broom Cupboard remained largely unknown to the student body.
Hermione, feeling somewhat burdened with being the only person to know Harry�s secret, cornered him after tea on Friday evening.
�You and me are going for a walk.�
�Hermione, it�s the middle of winter. It�s freezing outside!�
�When did I say we had to go outside?�
Harry glared at Hermione and followed her as she swept off up the staircase.
The two of them were walking silently through the dark second floor corridor, Harry staring intently at his shoes, when he became aware of footsteps approaching them. Someone was running along the flagged stone floor at a great speed.
�Hermione.� Harry said. �Move.�
She didn�t react quickly enough, and Draco Malfoy appeared out of the inky darkness and ran directly into Harry, who reached out as he fell, dragging Hermione down with him.
It was Hermione who recovered first, being that she wasn�t pinned under a person. She leapt to her feet.
�Malfoy, you idiot!� She shouted. �What are you doing running around in the darkness?�
Harry, who was still pinned to the ground under Draco, made to shove him off, but Draco braced himself against the ground and would not be moved.
::Don�t move. Just stay where you are.::
::Malfoy, Hermione is right there.::
::I know.::
::Then what are you playing at? Get off me!::
::Fine.::
Draco scrambled off Harry, glowering at him. Hermione was looking at them both quizzically.
�What is going on with you two?� She demanded.
�Shut up, Mudblood.� Draco spat, and stalked off.
Hermione bent down and helped Harry to his feet. �Are you hurt?�
�No. I got a bit winded, but I�m okay now.�
�You should break up with Ginny.� Hermione said
�Not that again.�
�Yes, that again, Harry. You�re going to break her heart if you don�t do it soon. It�s obvious that there�s something between you and Draco Malfoy."
�There is NOT!� Harry exclaimed.
�Come on, Harry.� Hermione said, grabbing Harry�s elbow and leading him up the darkened corridor.
�That�s the third time that Malfoy has almost killed me running through the castle.�
�It�s happened before?�
�Yes. Last week, on Friday night and Saturday morning.�
�And it�s now Friday night again.� Hermione said thoughtfully. �What�s he up to?�
�Running? People are allowed to run, you know.� Harry said testily.
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All characters and settings property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Warner Brothers and associated publishers. Anything you don't recognise property of me. Chapter title from Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own byU2, used without permission but with much gratitude.
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