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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You’re going to hate me, readers... because I am evil. But I promise all will come right in the
end! Honest!

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            Harry Potter woke with a start, sitting bolt upright and clenching his fists in his blankets,
breathing heavily.

            “You okay, Harry?”

            Harry looked up with surprise, to see Neville watching him, concerned. The other boy
was half dressed, and held his uniform shirt in one hand, his tie in the other, and looked
concerned.

            “Yeah,” Harry sighed, flopping back on his bed. “Just a nightmare.”

            Neville’s eyes widened a little. “Was it about... You Know Who?”

            Harry shook his head, staring up at the canopy above his head. “No... it was a lot weirder
than that. I dreamed there were two Draco Malfoys.”

            Neville snorted. “That is a nightmare.”

            Ron suddenly barreled into the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
“Harry, have you seen my Charms essay?” he panted, overturning everything he could get his
hands on in his mad search.

            “I think you put it in your bag, didn’t you?” Harry yawned, then crawled out of bed,
gathering up his things for a quick shower. “With your textbook.”

            “You’re right,” Ron agreed with a groan of relief, brandishing the slightly crumpled
parchment. “Here it is. Hermione would have killed me if I lost this... I so do not have enough
time before class to rewrite it.”

            “Not that you did a particularly amazing job on it the first time around,” Harry jibbed,
then laughed at Ron over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.

            Slipping under the hot water, Harry relaxed, trying to analyze what he had dreamed
before it slipped away. Two Malfoys. That was weird. Well, that was really beyond weird, to be
honest. It was more like... yeah, Neville was right. A real nightmare. But it was, after all, only a
dream, so it wasn’t like there was really two Malfoys.

            Although, if there were...

            Harry frowned, reaching for his shampoo, and pouring a liberal amount onto his scraggly
hair. That would explain that time last week when they were all standing in the hallway waiting
for Potions class, and Harry could swear Malfoy had been whispering in his ear, but Draco was
down the hall, hadn’t even been looking at him, and certainly wasn’t whispering. Harry mused
over that for a moment. Well, it wasn’t like it was something Draco would have said, anyway.

            “Look at him, Potter. You can’t pretend you’re not interested.”

            Harry had jumped, confused, and when he looked around frantically, trying to place the
voice, there had been a light chuckle in his ear, then, “You look insane right now, Potter. I meant
Malfoy, who did you think I meant? Honestly.”

            At the time, he’d thought it was either Draco playing off some prerecorded spell, or
maybe someone else playing some stupid prank, but he had no idea, now. Was there really two
Malfoys?

            Ten minutes later, Harry was tugging his book bag onto his shoulder as he barreled down
the stairs, nearly running into Ron at the bottom. “Morning,” he said cheerfully.

            “Morning, Harry,” Hermione grinned, then the three of them began walking towards the
Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione and Ron were talking about that Charms essay ((Well,
Hermione was lecturing, Ron was protesting.)) and Harry was simply content to let his mind
wander, until the familiar voice he’d been contemplating just that morning broke into his
thoughts.

            “Hey, Scarhead.”

            Harry looked up sharply, and found himself only two steps away from invading Draco’s
personal space. Draco was smirking, arms crossed, looking very pleased with himself. He looked
exactly like the second Draco of his nightmare. “Hey, Malfoy,” he said lightly, and made to pass
the Slytherin in order to get into the Great Hall.

            His progress was halted by a pale hand snaking out, and grabbing his arm. “Excuse me?”
Draco said, sounding absolutely shocked. “That’s all you have to say to me?”

            Harry stared at the blond, utterly flabbergasted. “Ah... yes?”

            Draco shook his head, looking like he was about to say something, when a very familiar
voice snapped, “What the hell is going on here?!”

            Suddenly, the hand gripping Harry’s arm was gone, and so was Draco. Just like that, he
had utterly disappeared... except that he stood just another three feet away, looking livid.

            “What the bloody hell just happened?!” Ron gaped, deathly pale under his freckles.

            Harry blinked, then turned to look at the new Draco. “There are two of you?”

            “Obviously not, Potter.” Draco snapped, furious. “What kind of sick joke was that?!”

            “Me?!” Harry stared at him. “I’m not the one who cast some fucked up duplicating spell!
You’re the one whose got clones running around, I didn’t do anything!”

            “Language, Potter,” another voice snapped, making everyone jump. “Potter, Mr. Malfoy,
come with me.”

            “But Professor,” Hermione started.

            Snape gave her a frigid glare.

            “Now.”

            Swallowing their insults, Harry and Draco quickly hurried after the potions professor,
each intent on ignoring the other’s existence. When they arrived at his office in the dungeons,
Snape ushered them inside, then had them sit side by side in front of his desk. Steepling his
fingers, Snape frowned at the both of them, watching them.

            “Professor,” Harry burst out at last. “It had to be Polyjuice...”

            “Potter.” Snape said coldly, cutting him off.

            Sighing, Harry slumped back in his seat, crossing his arms.

            “Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said at last, “Do you have any reason to believe that someone may
have brewed a Polyjuice potion so as to imitate you?”

            Harry’s eyes widened. Snape was going with his opinion?!

            Draco sounded as surprised as Harry felt. “No, sir, I didn’t... until I saw that just now.”

            Snape nodded thoughtfully. “Potter, that individual - whoever it was - did not act as Mr.
Malfoy typically does towards you.” He fixed his dark eyes on Harry’s. “Do you have reason to
believe that this individual has attempted contact with you before, as Draco Malfoy?”

            Harry swallowed, feeling his ears grow hot, then nodded.

            Draco’s mouth fell open, and Snape sat back in his chair, sighing as though he had
expected this. “Do tell, Potter.”

            Staring down at where his hands rested on his lap, Harry cleared his throat, then began.
“Last week, outside your classroom, I thought I heard Malfoy whispering in my ear. He was
telling me that I should be looking at Malfoy, and that I looked insane, looking around for who
was whispering.”

            “Why would he want you to be looking at me?!” Draco spluttered, looking horrified.

            Harry’s ears burned hotter. “He said... he said... thatIcouldn’tpretendIwasn’tinterested.”

            Both Slytherins gaped at him, until Snape rapped his knuckles on the desk, and repeated,
“He said you couldn’t pretend you weren’t interested? In what, Mr. Malfoy?”

            “That’s what he said,” Harry nodded, refusing to look up.

            Thump.

            Draco had rather dramatically fallen back in his chair, eyes wide, horror written all over
his face. “Merlin,” he murmured. “You had better be joking, Potter.”

            “I didn’t say it, he did!” Harry yelped, quite thoroughly horrified himself, thank you very
much.

            “That’s so like you, Potter!” Draco snapped, fists clenched. “You just live to bugger
everything up, don’t you!?”

            “Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said cooly, halting the tirade. “Anything else, Potter?”

            Glaring at Draco out of the corner of his eye, Harry nodded. “I dreamed last night that I...
er... talked to Malfoy about something. I’m not sure what it was...” he frowned. “Something
about Neville, I think. But then, when we were talking, another Malfoy just... appeared, out of
nowhere.” Harry shook his head. “I don’t know if it was just a regular dream, or...” he glanced at
Draco, and swallowed. “You know, the other kind.”

            “Hmm.” Snape frowned, considering that, and completely ignored the odd looks Draco
was giving Harry.

            In the silence, Harry looked down at his hands, thinking furiously. What was going on?
Was there two Dracos? Someone with Polyjuice potion? And if it was Polyjuice, why would they
want to make Draco act differently to Harry? One would normally think that if they had turned
into someone in the school, that any outsider would have been trying to kill Harry, not act nicer
to him than the person he was disguised as would normally. After all, if Draco Malfoy were to
kill Harry, it’d be a bad thing, yes, but it wouldn’t be entirely unexpected. That person with the
Polyjuice could have gotten away with it. But instead, they try to make Harry think Draco’s not a
complete prat?

            That seemed more than a little odd.

            “Boys,” Snape said suddenly, breaking the silence. “This is a very serious problem, and
both of you seem to be integrally tied to it.” He took a long breath, then closed his eyes for a
moment. “I realize that this is somewhat of an unorthodox solution, but I believe the two of you
should work together temporarily. Try to figure out why anyone would want to disguise
themselves as Mr. Malfoy in an attempt to affect Potter.”

            They both leapt to their feet, about to protest, but Snape snapped his eyes open, fixing
them both with a cold glare.

            “I am well aware of the fact that you may despise me further than you already do for this
decision, but believe me when I tell you that this is the wisest decision.” Standing, Snape
rounded his desk, and hands draped behind his back, began to pace the small room. “Firstly, the
war is, as you both know, gaining speed and devastation with each passing day. Any person that
is disguising themselves as a student in order to infiltrate this school is a distinct and tangible
threat. Secondly, whether either of you like it or not, you two are often seen as the ‘leaders’ of the
opposing forces within this school.” Snape shook his head. “You two are the two largest threats
and the two most threatened students here. That someone is attempting to reach you is more than
disconcerting. Thirdly...” here Snape paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am going to trust
the two of you to keep this to yourselves, and not going off to blather about this to all your little
friends. Or to anyone more significant.” He fixed them both with a fierce look. “Understood?”

            Reluctantly, the two Seekers nodded, and slowly sat back down.

            “Good,” Snape nodded once. “I myself will attempt to discover what is going on. If you
notice anything else - either of you - I want you both to report to me immediately. Do you
understand?”

            Both nodded again.

            “Good. Dismissed.”

            Both rather much in a hurry to get away from the Potions professor, Draco and Harry
scrambled from their seats, then from the room, both fully intent on getting as far away from each
other as possible as soon as they left the room.

            That wasn’t quite the way things happened, however.

            The moment the heavy wooden door was closed, both boys found themselves slammed
back against it with a surprise attack of magic. Frozen back against the door, they found
themselves face to face with the very same individual they had been discussing moments before,
watching them with a smirk.

            Harry swallowed, then glanced over at Draco. “You want to tell Snape, or shall I?”
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