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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Seven | In Front Of – You can’t just running
around…

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Meanwhile, Draco
talks to Harry, outside in front of the Infirmary door…

Ron leaned
against the banister, to be as far away from Snape, not to strangle him for
what he had done now.

“Professor, how could you do that – leave the fer- leave Malfoy alone with Harry?”

The Potions
Master crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked condescending down at
the red head, that he was quite intimidated and squeaked slightly.

“I at least, Mister Weasley, did something and I’m supposed the hatred teacher
here, aren’t I?”

“Professor, I… we…”

“I know, Miss Granger, that
you found him. But what have you two done before? If I remember the last years correctly, you
were Mr Potter’s friends, correct?”

Hermione
lowered her head and gave a subdued “Yes”. Ron, on the other hand, hadn’t
gotten the memo yet and was still glaring at Snape.

“So… and you both know that Mr Malfoy and Mr
Potter have their ‘problems’ since first year, don’t you?”

Snape didn’t
care to wait for a reaction; he needed to get rid of his thoughts. This two imbeciles
were as fairly involved in Harry’s death wish than his godson.

“And you left Mr Potter alone with his confused
mind? What were you doing to help him? Running around and fucking in the
bushes?”

The
Slytherin head of house saw the dark blush creeping on Weasley’s
face and was stunned by himself. He had just asked that to make those two feel
uncomfortable – but THAT uncomfortable? He shook his head in disbelief.

“What are they teaching you up there in your
stupid tower? The Golden Boy is a love sick with a weak mind and you two,
so-called friends, find it more importantly to stimulate your rampaging libido?
That’s disgusting, even for a Gryffindor. – I gave you credit in front of my
godson, Miss Granger, but apparently I was too quick with my words. From
Weasley, I hadn’t expect else, but you…” he trailed
off and knew unspoken words were often worse than spoken one.

“I… I tried… I tried to help him. I read
through as many books as possible to find a solution.”

“That is most of the time a good way. But do
you really think you’re helpful for Mr Potter, when he doesn’t understand the
world, because his memory doesn’t fit his surrounding, and you’re hiding in the
library? Books are helpful to gain a lot of wisdom and knowledge, but sometimes
they are nothing but dust catchers.”

Hermione
looked at Snape in shock, like he had set the bible on fire in front of her,
but nodded nevertheless. She understood that she had done wrong.

Ron just
snorted, because of Snape’s comment about Hermione’s
loved books being useless this time. Sometimes this boy was too dense for his
own good.

Like they
had agreed upon before to move on three, Snape and Hermione turned at him in
sync and glared at him, as though he was the umpire in a glaring contest. The
red head fell silent, sensing for the first time the trouble he had brought on
himself.

“May I ask what so entertaining is for you, Mr
Weasley? It is out of my comprehension how you can stay here, laugh about your
girlfriend, while Mr Potter lies on the other side of this door. Did you loose
every sense of decency while trying to fuck the wits out of Miss Granger?”

Hermione
gasped at the choice of words. Ron just gapped like a fish and his blush came
back in a deeper, glowing shade of red. Severus didn’t care. That needed to be
said or he might have strangled the boy. He closed his eyes and breathed long
slow breaths.

“Well, there’s no way to change the past.
Actually I would take points from you with relish, for being more than
oblivious, but alas I can’t.”

His hands
went again upwards and crossed in front of his chest, but in another way than
before, more like he didn’t know what to do with his arms else.

“Miss Granger,” he turned back to the bushy
haired girl and paid no longer attention to the still gapping red head. “what have you found out till yet, referring to Mr Potter’s situation?”

The girl
straightened her spine and looked relived to get a chance to change the topic
quickly. She opened her backpack and fished out a parchment.

“Unfortunately I haven’t found much yet. The
side effects, mentioned in the books are not comparable with Harry’s behaviour.
But I think it must have something to do with the aphrodisiac effects of ‘Accendo Sponte’.”

The Potions
Master nodded. This young woman was as awful as Draco; knowledge: outstanding,
but if it came to reading their environment correctly: trolls – they were
living in their own worlds.

“Do you know of any potions Mr Potter takes or
took?”

“Do you mean the Accendo
Sponte and another potion caused this effect through
working against in Harry’s body?” Snape just nodded “I’m sorry, sir, but I
don’t know of any. Ron?”

Weasley
shook his head no; he didn’t dare to open his mouth momentarily and stared down
at the ground to bath in feelings of guilt.

“Than we need to fathom out the reasons
further, to find an antidote. Well, for the time, Mr Potter is in ‘mental
derangement’ Mr Malfoy will play along.”

Hermione’s
jaw went slack and she stared at her Potions Master unabashed. Ron was on the
slow side, again.

“You mean, you could
convince Malfoy to act as Harry’s boyfriend that he’ll not try to kill himself
again?”

The word
‘boyfriend’ was the cue for Ron and his eyes almost bulged.

“WHAT? WHAT? I mean… WHAT?”

A sardonic
smirk showed up on Snape’s face and he enjoyed the
outbreak of the Gryffindor student. That was one of the reasons he had chosen
the profession as a teacher. Children, mostly teens, were so easy to freak out,
because of their maladjusted hormonal balance – just lovely. With a serious
voice and the smirk still in place he turned to Weasley.

“Mr Malfoy agreed to be Mr Potter’s boyfriend
for the time the potion works and I haven’t found an antidote.”

How this
two Gryffindor’s could be a couple he couldn’t
understand, actually he wasn’t even eager to try to understand. The girl sighed
in relief; one could see the pressure that fell from her shoulders. And the
boy, well, he looked like he would explode every second. As though he tried to
gasp for as much breath as possible, to blow up like a balloon.

“Tststs Mr Weasley,
if you’ll scream now at me, you’ll give
me a wonderful chance to give you
detention and take points from you, so please be as colourful as you may want.”

The sweet
voice of Snape was betrayed through the enjoying smirk that didn’t want to
leave his face at all and put Ron completely out. He blinked at the Potions
Master and turned at Hermione.

“Don’t you dare freaking out now, Ronald Weasley.”

‘Wow, that boy was henpecked’ thought Severus
when he saw that Weasley calmed down and leaned again against the banister, a
deep thinking look on his face.

“Miss Granger, I want you and Mr Weasley to
accept Mr Malfoy and don’t interfere in the momentarily relationship of those
two, Draco knows what he’s doing. But, I want you to take care of Mr Potter,
when Draco isn’t around. He can’t be there 24/7, but Golden Boy needs to be
supervised. Don’t bury yourself in books again, that you don’t recognize the
signs.”

The girl
nodded frantically. She hadn’t seen her Potions Master like that before, but
found it quite appealing. The caring was new, especially for Harry. And the
voice without the dripping sarcasm sounded, well… nice. And the missing side remarks and arrogant smirk weren’t bad
either.

She shook
her head to get rid of the thoughts; she had a boyfriend and Severus Snape was
twice as old as she was and wasn’t definitely interested in little
know-it-alls. How the hell did those thoughts come into her mind?

“Yes, professor. I’ll pay more attention to him.”

“Good. I’ve classes to hold. And Mr Weasley” he
turned to the boy that looked up with an uncertain look “don’t storm into the
infirmary until Mr Malfoy comes out and don’t pull anything stupid, I’ll find
out anyway. Understood?”

“Ye…Yes, sir.”

Snape gave a
curt nod and stormed of in billowing robes.

Ron pushed
of the banister and went closer to Hermione.

“What happened to the greasy git?”

The girl
craned her neck and kissed Ron sweetly.

“I don’t know. But I’m happy that you didn’t
blow your roof.”

“I’ll probably will soon enough anyway.”

The door of
the infirmary opened and both Gryffindors fell
silent.

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