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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

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A/N: Fan Art!!
Just a reminder that Pixi56 on AO3 has created amazing art for Freedom Found in Chains. Two more drawings have been added to Chapter 3 of the boys in the Hold and they are very moving. It really is amazing. Check it out and leave comments if you can.
Also, there is some instagram art by @princeoftheundead for the story. Look up #sensiblytainted. If you have a moment, check it out and leave comments and likes. :D
A/N2: Percy’s tattoo!!
A reader discovered that I had made a mistake regarding Percy’s tattoo. In Freedom Found in Chains, Percy’s tattoo was a blood-red snake with yellow-green eyes. On the train to Hogwarts, I called it a red dragon. I got confused because Harry’s tattoo is a white dragon. I am very sorry. I went back and fixed it. Percy’s tattoo is a snake. That’s why Harry can talk to it. Also, I added the detail that the tattoos grow slightly larger over time, mostly so that they stay about the same dimensions as the boys grow. I apologize again for the error!
A/N3: Happy Birthday, Harry! Here is an extra update in your honor!
The Second Day
Draco sat up with a gasp. It was dark, the room lit by the oil lamps. Neville stood nervously by their bed, holding the curtains open. Draco instinctively held his arm over Harry protectively. “What?” he asked gruffly, head full of cotton.
“I-it’s almost m-midnight,” Neville stuttered quietly, eyes wide with fear.
Draco growled. Midnight? They’d been held until after curfew for Snape’s detention and had only gotten to bed after quick showers less than an hour ago. “The fuck?” Slowly it dawned on him that the chubby boy was wearing his school clothes. Draco distinctly remembered seeing the boy in pajamas before going to bed.
“We h-have A-astronomy,” Neville answered weakly.
Harry suddenly sat bolt upright - anxiety guilt. “I’m so sorry, Draco! I totally forgot.” He scrambled out of bed. “Thank you for waking us up, Neville,” he said in a rush, handing Draco clothes and practically flying into some of his own. He pulled on slacks without bothering with his socks and shoved his bare feet into his shoes.
“Shit,” Draco said grumpily, pulling on the jeans and t-shirt Harry had given him. He left his school robes hanging open and didn’t bother with a tie. He finished putting everything they’d need for class into their bags while Harry knotted his tie and buttoned up his school robe.
Neville waited nervously for his roommates, holding tightly to the old telescope his grandmother had given him. (He wasn’t trusted with anything new as he’d likely break it.)
Roughly three minutes later Draco swung his bag over his shoulder and took up one of the two very expensive telescopes Narcissa had purchased for them. “Thanks, Neville. You were really helpful.”
Neville blushed red with a happy smile and followed them down to where the rest of the First years were waiting, huge yawns held behind their hands.
Draco bumped Ron’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to wait up after our detention, especially as we have Astronomy.”
“Wan’ned to make sure Snape didn’t kill ya,” Ron muttered sleepily.
Hermione and Harry took the lead as they had the maps. Draco ended up carrying Harry’s telescope as well as his own while Neville carried Hermione’s. There was a brief argument about which turn to take to get to the Astronomy Tower, but it was quickly settled. Ten minutes later, they climbed a tiny, narrow staircase built into the side of the tower and stepped out onto the roof where the other First years were already standing huddled against the cold wind.
The roof of this particular tower was flat and round, made from the same rough grey stone as the rest of the castle. Square half-walls surrounded them, reminding Draco and Harry of pumpkin teeth. The gap between each square “tooth” was wide enough to let a kid slip through to fall to their death. There were no torches, but there were a few oil lamps placed on the floor at each half-wall next to the gaps.
“Good evening, children,” the professor said, standing frighteningly close to one of the gaps. She was tall and willowy with a beautiful, deep voice. Her skin was a dark brown, which helped her blend into the night, but she wore silver robes that had stars and constellations embroidered on them making her easy to see. “Now that the Gryffindors have joined us, we can begin. Please pick a gap in the wall and set up your telescopes.”
There was some hesitation, but slowly the First years moved toward the wall and placed their telescopes down. Draco gave a nod to Pansy, Vince, and Greg. The two boys returned the gesture with smiles, but Pansy turned away, expression blank. Draco ignored her.
“Welcome to Astronomy. My name is Professor Sinistra. We will chart constellations, study planet rotations and compositions, and memorize the stars among other things.”
The adrenaline of being woken by Neville and almost arriving late to class wore off quickly. The sky was beautiful, but it was cold and they were tired. By the end of the ninety minute class, they were so tired they dragged their feet and telescopes back to Gryffindor Tower almost half-asleep.
It was close to three in the morning. Draco let his school robe fall to the floor, kicked off his shoes, and flopped onto his bed belly-first without undressing. Harry picked up the robe and hung it next to his own in the closet. Quickly pulling on one of the large t-shirts they had for sleeping, he crawled in next to Draco who was already sound asleep.
Five hours later, their alarm got them up at eight, several hours later than they were used to waking. They hurried through their morning routine to get to breakfast before it closed at nine. They weren’t the only ones groggy and grumpy. In fact, the only cheerful First years at the table were Seamus, because nothing seemed to get that boy down long, and Fay, who was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement for their flying class that afternoon.
“It’ll be my first time on a broom with all safety restrictions off,” she told Kell excitedly.
“Yeah, you told me,” the girl said with a grimace.
“Who schedules flying after a midnight class?” Hermione grumbled. Her brown hair was even frizzier today than normal, a sure sign of nerves. “When you’re tired, you’re more likely to make mistakes.”
“Maybe they want us a bit tired so we’re not so unmanageable,” Draco reasoned. “It’s the only thing I can think of.”
Hermione and Ron made a face at that; Hermione because she didn’t see how anyone could be excited for flying on a broom no matter the circumstances and Ron because he hated that the teachers were trying to put a damper on something he loved.
“We have Defense first,” Dean pointed out.
“Hope it goes better than Double Potions,” Seamus said with a grin and took a big bite of a breakfast biscuit.
Draco scowled down at his food. “Don’t remind me.”
…
After examining their schedule more closely, Draco and Harry had noticed that they had Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms three times a week. (Their other classes were only twice a week.) One of those three classes was taken with just the Gryffindor First years. This class was like an intensive study to get those who were behind up to speed because the subjects were going to be challenging and the pace quick. The other two classes in that subject would be taken with a second House, one based on the theory and the other would be a practical.
The Gryffindors shared Xylomancy and Herbology with Hufflepuff; they took Potions, Magical Theory, and Defense with Slytherin; their partner in Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic would be Ravenclaw. This would make most of their classes number about twenty students. The exceptions were the intensive classes, which would have only the ten Gryffindors, and the two classes that they had with all the first years together: Flying and Astronomy.
Today, they had Defense first period. That meant they were paired with Slytherin again for their first class of the day. Draco hoped that wasn’t a bad omen. They arrived about at the same time as the Slytherin students. There was no time for another conflict with Pansy as the classroom door was already open and a strong smell of garlic wafted out from it. Curious, they walked in to see a tall, wide room.
The left wall had three large, arched windows, but they were darkened with some kind of spell, casting the room in shadow. Torches were lit intermittently along the right wall. At the back of the room there were stairs that led up to a round balcony with a door that presumably led to the professor’s office. Bats and other strange, ominous creatures hung from the ceiling. Paintings of wizards dueling were placed along the walls. On the teacher’s desk in front of the blackboard sat a bright green iguana. Draco noticed right away that there was a spot for three at the front desk on the Gryffindor side of the room.
Ron shot Draco a grin. “Come on. Let’s see if I can keep you out of trouble, then,” he said and led the way to the three-person desk.
Bemused, Draco followed with Harry.
They were still settling into their desks when the door at the top of the stairs opened and a pale man with a faded purple turban appeared. “S-sorry I’m l-late. I w-was f-finishing some l-last m-minute pr-pr-pre-preparati-tions,” the man said with a strained smile.
Draco’s eyebrows lifted and he shared a look of disbelief with Ron. Harry clutched at his scar. A pervading ache resonated through the bond. Draco's heart rate picked up and he focused with hawk-like intensity on the seemingly pathetic man. The professor positioned himself at the front of the room, too close to Harry for Draco’s liking, way too close, and lifted the iguana to his shoulder.
Professor Quirrell stuttered his way through the syllabus for the year. Nothing strange happened. In fact, it was hard for most of the class to stay awake. They’d had a late night, the room was shadowed, and the professor was ridiculous and hard to understand. Quite a few of them would have fallen asleep, including Ron, except for the aggravating and constant smell of garlic. Draco wasn’t fooled. His heart pumped with clear purpose. Quirrell was linked to the Dark Lord somehow and that made him an enemy to destroy.
“Wha’s a matter?” Ron asked with a yawn as they filed out of the room.
Harry was quiet, his head still hurting, but the further they got from Defense, the better he felt. He had ignored the ache and had taken notes carefully on everything the professor had said, determined to do well in all his classes. In fact, he was determined to stay as far from Professor Quirrell as he could. The man made him feel like he should run and hide, and he knew Draco had picked up on it. Harry felt terrible about messing up another class for Draco - guilt anxiety.
* Don’t worry about it, Harry. I’ll take care of everything, * Draco promised, putting the bite of an order behind his words.
Harry ducked this head - submission trust regret.
Out loud Draco answered Ron, “Nothing.”
Ron eyed Draco suspiciously with a scowl. “What’re you planning?”
Draco didn’t answer, staring back at the redhead with a blank expression.
Harry looked between the two boys and put on a bright smile. “We have Xylomancy next. What do you think it’s going to be like? It sounds so interesting. Do you think we’ll really be able to tell the future?”
Draco softened as Harry’s honest - curiosity - filled him with what felt like gentle sunbeams. He ruffled the boy’s hair, the tension in his shoulders and face relaxing. “I guess we’ll find out.”
…
Xylomancy was held in a courtyard on the west side. It was large with benches along the courtyard walls. An older man with olive skin and thick black hair that fell to his shoulders sat on a bench placed directly in the center of the courtyard.
“Welcome students,” he greeted them. “I am Professor Mopsus. Please pair up and take a seat.”
There were an odd number of Hufflepuffs as well as Gryffindors, so that meant there would be one Hufflepuff and Gryffindor paired. Ron made a bit of a face as he was the odd one out and had to share a bench with Hufflepuff Justin Warrington-Pleasant.
Green vines and flowers grew along the walls. White stones were placed onto soft grass to form paths to each bench from the castle door. The sun was warm as it filled the courtyard, sitting directly above their heads. Mopsus had one dark brown eye and one blue. He watched them with a strangely knowing expression. An aura of serenity emanated from his tall, thin frame. Even his robes were a soothing, natural green and brown.
“Xylomancy, like most divinatory systems, is quiet ancient and has been practiced since time immemorial. Derived from the Greek xylo, meaning wood, and manteia, meaning divination, it is the art and practice of divining the past, the present, and the future by interpreting the omens from twigs, pieces of wood, or fallen tree branches. Those who are most skilled can even divine the future from the arrangement of logs in the fireplace.”
The deep, solemn voice drew them in and soon every single one of them were taking notes quite seriously whether or not they were believers. At the end of class, Professor Mopsus gave them the assignment to memorize the generic meanings of the common positions of fallen wood before their next class on Monday.
The First years talked excitedly about the class and the ability to potentially see the future as they went to lunch. There were a lot of laughs about what things they’d want to know and what things they wouldn’t and a lot of jokes as they playfully made predictions about each other. Draco left early, however, hardly touching his food when he noticed that Quirrell had failed to show up to the meal.
“I’ll meet you at Transifguration,” he told Harry, getting up from the bench.
“Wait.” Harry pulled the school map from his bag and handed it to him. “We’ll use Hermione’s.”
Draco gave him a smile before ordering, “Clean your plate, Harry.”
“Yes, Draco,” he said quietly.
As Draco left them, Ron gave Harry a curious look. “Where do you think he’s going?”
“I don’t know.” Harry covered his - worry - with a smile. “I bet if we were good at Xylomancy we could find out.”
“Maybe he had to go number two,” Seamus said with a loud laugh, making Dean snort and the girls wrinkle their noses.
…
Draco made his way carefully back to Defense. The classroom was left unlocked and he slipped inside after carefully listening at the door to make sure there wasn’t a class running late or something. His heart beat hard against his ribs. Every sound seemed like a roar in his ears, the smell of garlic was overwhelming, and every little change in the air made the hair on his arms stand on end. He crept as silently as he could to the stairs, making use of the shadows created by the darkened windows.
At the top, he put his ear to the door. He could hear two muffled voices, but he could only catch a few words of Quirrell’s. Something about growing weaker and being patient. When the voices fell silent, Draco quickly hurried down the stairs and was almost spotted. He hid beneath them as Quirrell came down. The man was shaking, clearly upset. He left the classroom completely and slammed the door behind him.
Sweat rolling down his neck, Draco held perfectly still, but he couldn’t sense anyone else up in the office nor did anyone follow after Quirrell for several minutes. Draco was excruciatingly aware of the time. Lunch was drawing to a close or had finished already. Soon a class would arrive as well as the professor. He had to move. He couldn’t wait for whoever was still in the office, if they were there at all.
…
Harry waited anxiously for Draco to arrive. The blond was a few minutes late already, but fortunately the professor wasn’t there yet, either. The class was with the Gryffindor First years only for their intensive class. Seamus was grumbling about Draco losing them another hundred points.
“If he did, he’d get them back for us,” Harry assured the Irish boy, eyes still on the door.
Draco strode in as if he had no worries in the world. Harry’s whole body relaxed and he smiled happily as Draco took his place beside him. Ron and Seamus were about to question him when the cat who’d been lying on the floor jumped up on the desk and gave a loud yowl. They watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths as the cat leapt from the desk and transformed into a standing Professor McGonagall in midair. Now that they were looking for it, McGonagall’s thin, angular face and slightly slanted eyes did have a feline quality to them.
“You are late, Mr. Malfoy,” she said dryly into the absolute silence.
“Sorry, professor. I got lost on my way back from the loo,” Draco answered with cool calm.
“Told you,” Seams hissed and was elbowed by Dean.
“See that it doesn’t happen again,” McGonagall told him sternly and turned to the blackboard. “Welcome to Transfiguration. I am Professor McGonagall. I suggest you pay attention in this class because Transfiguration is one of the most challenging fields of magic. If you fall behind, it will seem impossible as we move through the curriculum.”
…
There were distinctly mixed feelings as the bell rang. It was finally time for their first flying lesson. Fay practically ran out to the school’s side yard, pulling the rest of them after her. Flying was taken with all the First years together, so there was a large crowd gathered on the grass.
A woman with short, grey hair and golden brown eyes strode through the group to stand in front of them. Four bundles of ten school broomsticks floated after her and landed on the grass.
“Well, now,” she said with a cocky grin. “Welcome, children. Professor Hooch, here, and I will be teaching you lot how to fly on adult broomsticks. If any of you set one toe out of line, you’ll be off your broom before you can cry foul, you hear me?”
A loud murmur of agreement met her words.
“Good.” Putting her hands behind her back, she marched up and down their rudimentary line. “During this class, you will be asked to perform basic maneuvers upon a broom. I will demonstrate and then I will ask you to follow. There will be times I will ask you to return to the ground as I instruct those who need extra attention. Again, if you do not follow my instructions directly, you will be removed. Is that clear?”
Another murmured agreement from the group of students.
“Line up. Give each other space.” Hooch flicked her wand and the bundles of broom unraveled. “Everyone take a broom.”
There was a mad rush as the kids who were excited about flying hurried forward. Harry gave a happy grin and pulled Draco by the hand, much to the blond’s amusement. Harry loved flying. He wasn’t as excited as Fay, but he’d never ridden a broom without safety spells before and he was really looking forward to it. They ended up between Neville and Ron. Hermione stood on Neville’s other side, and both she and Neville looked distinctly nervous verging into terrified.
“Stand with your broom next to your dominant side. Place your hand over the broom and say up with determination,” Hooch instructed, continuing to march up and down.
“Up!” Harry called and the broom firmly smacked into his palm. He grinned triumphantly at Draco.
Draco smirked back, his broom also in his hand.
“Up. Up! UP!” Hermione was calling as the broom wobbled drunkenly upward.
Ron’s broom flew up with sudden force and smacked the redhead in the face. Seamus and Dean laughed, but Harry asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
“Fine, Harry,” Ron grumbled, blushing in embarrassment. “Oh, shut up, Seamus!”
The rest of the Houses had similar mixed successes, but once everyone had their broom in hand, Professor Hooch gave them the instruction to mount, kick off, hover, and then come back down. Unsurprisingly, Fay was in the air before the professor finished speaking.
“Miss Dunbar, come down this instant!” Professor Hooch called furiously. Fay did so with obvious reluctance. “What did I say about following my instructions, young lady? This is your very last warning before you turn in your broom and return to the castle for the day.”
“Yes, professor. I’m sorry,” the dark-haired girl answered, contrite.
“Now, on my whistle. Three, two…” but before she could blow the whistle, Neville floated off the ground.
“Neville!” Hermione cried and reached out to grab the boy’s robes, but he was already too high.
“Come down here this instant!” Hooch ordered.
“Shit,” Draco muttered. This wasn’t going to end well.
Neville quickly lost control of the broom and his screams filled the air as he was tossed this way and that, slamming twice into the castle wall. Hooch had mounted her own broom and was chasing after him, casting a spell that sounded like “immobilus”, but Neville’s broom zigzagged as if it were alive and her spell kept missing.
The girls screamed as Neville was suddenly yanked off his broom by a lance from a stone knight carved into the side of the castle near the roof. It pierced Neville’s school robe. Hooch was able to swoop in and slow his fall just as Neville plummeted about thirty feet to the ground. He hit hard, but not hard enough to kill him. Everyone rushed over, Hermione falling to her knees next to her foster brother. She gently held his head in her lap as he moaned in pain.
“Out of the way!” Hooch called. She strode through them and knelt down, tisking. “Broken wrist.”
“We have to take him to the hospital!” Hermione demanded, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Alright, help me get him up.” Hooch grabbed one side, Hermione the other, and they got Neville to his feet. “I will return after taking Mr. Longbottom to the Infirmary. If any of you so much as touch your brooms while I’m gone, I’ll have you out of the castle by nightfall,” she threatened them menacingly.
As soon as she was out of hearing range, the Slytherins began to laugh. Theodore Nott bent down and picked up a round glass ball. Draco had seen Neville put it in his pocket every morning and knew it must be important to him.
“Give it here, Theodore,” he said calmly, stepping up to the thin boy.
Draco knew him from the yearly balls Narcissa hosted. Theodore was a child from a Sacred line, Pureblood for dozens upon dozens of generations. There were only thirteen or so bloodlines remaining who qualified, much to Narcissa and Lucius’s horror.
Theodore narrowed his eyes with surprising anger. “Don’t call me that, Malfoy. We’re not friends.”
Draco considered the other boy as the kids around them shouted this or that, eager to watch a fight. “No. We aren’t,” he said quietly. “But are we enemies, Nott?”
Theodore Nott kicked off the ground, caring the glass ball with him. “I’m just going to leave this for that fat-ass to find. The roof, maybe.” He laughed meanly.
As the Slytherins laughed with Nott, Draco sighed and kicked off. Harry followed him up, much to Lavender and Parvati’s displeasure.
“You’re going to get kicked out!” one said.
“You’ll fall!” cried the other.
“What’s your problem, Malfoy?” Nott spat. “You’re not the boss of me!”
“I just want the ball,” Draco countered, trying to be reasonable. “Give it here.”
“You want it so bad, then go and get it!” the boy hissed furiously and threw it with all his might.
Harry shot off after it. He moved so fast that the wind from his passing nearly knocked Draco and Theodore off their brooms.
Draco’s mounting annoyance over people fighting him for no real purpose that he could see melt like ice under the hot sun as - exhilaration joy - speared through the bond, practically piercing his heart.
Harry had never flown so fast. He gave a joyful whoop as the wind roared in his ears and tugged at his clothes. Time seemed to slow and Harry kept his eyes pinned to the glint of sunshine off the glass edge of his target. Purpose gave him laser-like focus; Draco wants the ball.
The wall of the castle was rushing forward. Harry knew the ball would shatter if it hit. He put on a burst of speed and reached forward. Snatching it out of the air, he simultaneously leaned to the side and sat far back on the boom. The broom did a sharp fishtail and came to a stop, the bristles kissing one of the castle’s windows.
- triumph pride - Harry flew back to Draco, holding Neville’s ball over his head in victory. His hair was a windblown mess, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were bright with adrenaline.
The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs practically mobbed him with cheers while the Ravenclaws clapped, acknowledging Harry’s skill on the broom. Ron and Seamus pounded on his back, exclaiming how bloody awesome he was, and Draco pressed in close to his boy’s side.
“Good job,” he praised quietly, whispering in Harry’s ear as he took the offered ball from the boy’s palm.
- joy love -
“Mr. Potter!” The shrill voice of Professor McGonagall silenced the group’s exuberance instantly. “Come with me!” She stood at the side door to the castle and looked as stern as ever.
Harry stared at her with wide eyes, face gone suddenly pale. The words of Professor Hooch resonated in his mind, I’ll have you out of the castle by nightfall!
Draco took Harry’s hand, pocketing the glass ball.
“Blimey,” Seamus muttered. “Got the worst luck!”
“Nah,” Ron countered with an eye roll. “Draco’s good at getting them outta trouble.”
“Professor McGonagall,” Draco began politely once they reached the witch.
“I don’t recall asking you to join us, Mr. Malfoy,” she interrupted with an arched eyebrow.
“I broke the same rules as Harry did,” Draco countered firmly. “If he’s going to suffer punishment, then I will, too.”
For a moment it seemed as if McGongall would deny him, but then she smiled warmly. “Truly a Gryffindor. Well, come on, then. I don’t suppose there’s any harm in you joining us.”
Draco gave Harry a reassuring smile and squeezed the boy’s trembling hand. Harry smiled back, his fear dissolving with relief. McGonagall wouldn’t have smiled if she was going to kick them out. Still, she set a fast past and they had to jog at times to keep up with her.
Draco grew more intent when he realized they were headed to the Defense classroom. McGonagall told them to wait outside, but he peeked his head around to see Quirrell stuttering his lecture with his iguana in his arms and half the class asleep. Draco nearly growled as he felt the faint ache of Harry’s scar beginning to burn.
McGonagall returned with a Fifth year Gryffindor and shut the classroom doors behind her. The teen had short, light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He looked down at Harry and Draco curiously.
“This is Oliver Wood,” McGonagall introduced quickly. She gave Oliver a smile. “Wood, I found our new Seeker,” she said and clasped Harry’s shoulder.
Draco’s eyebrows lifted.
“Yeah?” Oliver gave Harry a more interested look. “Come to the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow morning at six-thirty. I’ll give you a try.”
McGonagall looked pleased as punch. “Thank you, Wood. Now return to your class. I’ll return Malfoy and Potter.”
“Quidditch is dangerous,” Draco pointed out as they walked at a more reasonable pace back to their flying class.
“It is, but it’s not life threatening.” McGonagall waved away his concern. “It teaches important life lessons, and we didn’t win a single game last year. Haven’t won a single game since Charlie Weasley graduated.” She gave Harry a happy look. “He played Seeker.” Her expression softened. “As did your father, although I expect you already knew that.”
Harry nodded, but most of his attention was on Draco, his eyes wide - curious anticipation.
Draco sighed. * I’ll think about it, * he told him through the bond.
Harry was perfectly satisfied with that answer, content to wait for Draco’s decision, but word spread quickly. At dinner, Harry congratulated by nearly the entirety of the House. They even gave Draco happy smiles and included him in the pre-celebration of Gryffindor’s future victories. It solidified Harry’s desire to play. Keeping Gryffindor happy with them was his job and playing Quidditch looked like the best way to do that. Of course, that put even more pressure on him to win. Nerves settled in Harry’s gut, but he wasn’t deterred.
Once they reached the common room, Draco pulled away from the rowdy crowd still surrounding Harry. He found Percy and pulled him into a corner. “I need Professor Quirrell’s class schedule and background information.”
Percy nodded his head, but he looked puzzled. “Why Quirrell?”
Draco expression turned fierce. “I don’t know yet, but I will. When can you have it?”
“Day or two,” Percy answered quietly. Draco moved as if to join the others, but Percy grabbed his sleeve. “Let me know what’s going on as soon as you can, okay?”
Draco nodded, but he didn’t put much thought into it. He could handle this. He pushed his way through the crowd and took Harry by the hand. “It’s getting late. We still need to shower and we didn’t get much sleep last night. Don’t forget we have to meet Wood in the morning.”
- surprise happy -
Draco ignored the names shouted after him by the rest of the House for going to bed early and headed to their dorm room.
“You mean I can play?” Harry asked quietly once they were alone.
Draco turned and cupped Harry’s face in his hands, looking sternly into his eyes. “The minute I think it’s too dangerous…”
“Yes, Draco!” Harry agreed happily and flung his arms around Draco’s neck. “Thank you!”
Draco stroked his hair, smiling.
Harry pulled away to get their shower things ready and Draco’s mind returned to Quirrell. With Harry playing Quidditch, Draco would have time to figure out what was going on with their professor.
A dangerous smile curled his lips, but he let the expression go when Harry turned to look at him curiously. “It’s nothing,” he said, not wanting to worry Harry about it. “Come on. Let’s get a shower.”
Chapter end.
A/N: Thank you so much for all the ideas! I couldn’t keep writing without you guys.
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