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Silver Green	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: [Insert legal stuff and technicalities here.]

Chapter 7: Procedures

"The patient is over here." Malfoy answered.

She waved her wand, muttered a spell, and levitated the Slytherin out of the room. The professor followed.

"Apparently, somebody drugged her pumpkin juice this morning. It was a large dosage of the potion that went into her system."

"Mmhmm." Pomfrey said between pursed lips.

"I gave her the antidote to it, so the spell should wear off."

"Then why am I taking her to the Hospital Wing to be treated?"

"She needs other potions to stop her from getting poisoned from the overdosing. Love potion in huge amounts could-"

"I know what it can do, Professor Malfoy, believe me. I didn't go and train to be a school healer for nothing, you know." Pomfrey snapped.

"Okay, okay!" He amended. "No need to get your hair in a knot." A sharp glare pierced him.

As soon as they got to the Hospital Wing ten minutes later, the woman set Allison on a Hospital bed and bustled to her office to grab a red-colored anti-toxin. "You may leave, Professor, I got it all under control from here."

"You sure you don't need help, though?"

"I said I got it all under control, sir. Now please leave. Patients can't tend to themselves."

"I was just trying to help."

"We're fine here, Malfoy." The witch reasoned. "Don't you have another class coming in about fifteen minutes?"

It was nearing dinner when Harry got done with his last class for the day. He had a full schedule and that was challenge enough without all the admiring spectators that would rather daydream about him that pay attention. Potter guessed today was an off day for everyone, since it was the first time that his students didn't pay attention to him. He even had a couple of them pretend to not know what to do in a class activity and had him come help them personally, which dealt with a sixth year Slytherin and a sixth year Griffindor having to try to hold onto a hinkypunk so they could draw a diagram of it. But since they seemed to not be able to hold onto it, he had to circle his hands around the Slytherin's so the other girl-the Griffindor-could draw it accurately. And he noticed that when he helped them, other girls in the class watched the two girls enviously.

However, now since it was about time for dinner, Harry went to his apartment space-that was connected to his study-and went to go get decently dressed. He knew that Malfoy would dress elegantly to show the black-haired youth up, but Harry would see to it that he'd try to outdo the Potion's teacher to prove that he wasn't about to let his pride be stepped on. That was the last thing he'd let happen.

Pulling out sweaters still knitted him for Christmas, Harry rummaged through his closet and found a pair of black khakis. He stripped off his brown ones and quickly slid into the new, clean pair. He then tore off his white buttoned shirt and dropped them to the floor. His arms stretched wide and one hand scratched the back of his neck. His bare, bronzed torso looked glazed in the candlelight; a copper glow. It was toned, lines lightly tracing the muscles of his pecks and abs. His biceps and triceps were hardened and strong. The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor looked up into the top of his dresser, pushing aside casual button up shirts and neatly folded robes. He finally picked out a red formal dress shirt with a starched collar and billowed sleeves. Sliding it on and buttoning it up, he put on black suede shoes and took out a garnet red tie with little diagonal black stripes. For a moment, as he put it up against his shirt and compared the two and his appearance in the mirror at the back of the closet, he shook his head and replaced the tie. He wouldn't need it to best the other professor in style. Making sure that only one button was undone at his collar, he then grabbed a jet black cape and tied it around his neck. Going to the connected bathroom, Harry opened the medicine cabinet/mirror and pulled out Magical Barty's Hair Gel and took a handful of the orange gel to his hair. After he spiked his hair, and for the first time it was successful, he then headed out of his apartment and on his way to the dungeons.

It was almost ten o'clock and Harry still didn't show up. Malfoy was in his apartment/study, pacing in front of the roaring fire he had lit earlier that day and had maintained since. He was dressed in his best suit. Upon his torso, he wore a silver silk dress shirt that had a pearl button that only buttoned to his navel. The waist of the shirt was stretchable material, so the lower part of his shirt was form-fitting. His collar stood upright upon his shoulders, giving him a shifty-like appearance. His pants were steam pressed and black, with pencil-thin gray vertical stripes. His long, waist-length platinum hair was up in a ponytail with his bangs cheekbone length. Draco had outlined his ice-shaded eyes in black liner. With his shirt, he wore a silver chain that complimented his pale, thin complexion. He wasn't built at all. Ever since he lost his inheritance, he wasn't able to eat much until he got the job as Potion's master. He wore black dress shoes as well.

His dining table, which was glass and steel-lined as well, was set with black hot plates at each end, complete with silverware and cloth napkins. Two glass goblets and a bottle of chilled brandy sat at the side of the table, ready to be filled. Two prime steaks sat on a hot steel tray, with chopped carrots and celery baked alongside the meat. Rich, thick gravy sat in a small porcelain gravy boat on one side, and an uncut loaf of sourdough bread sat on the other side, complete with a bread knife and a stick of butter sitting on a porcelain plate.

Malfoy had went to great lengths to order this dinner and have it set up like it is now. It would only upset him now if Harry never showed up, refusing his invitation. Just as it was ten after the appointed time, Draco became anxious.

'Is he going to show up?' He wondered to himself, looking over at his door every other minute. 'Has he forgotten, perhaps? I'd hate to think he'd pass this up. He's a good man. I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to make amends. Maybe he truly despises me! Did I wrong him so much that he won't ever acknowledge my very existence?'

As he contemplated the worse-case scenarios with himself, the brass knob of the front door turned with a slight creak. He stopped, like a deer caught in head lights. Draco's heart raced, pounding painfully against his ribcage. And that was when a certain individual with black, spiked hair and muted green eyes peeked his head inside the dungeons apartment, feeling out of place.

Harry sidled into the apartment, closing the heavy wooden door with a click and turning to face his rival. Each of the twenty-two year old men were stunned when they saw each other.

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! R&R as always!
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