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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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WARNING: Sexual assault, mentions of Goyle and Crabbe skeeving on young girls, Pansy shown to be extremely human, pissed off Draco and Snape, Mione comforting Draco
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Pansy clipped along towards the courtyard after classes having just finished escorting the final group of first year Slytherin girls to the common room to help them avoid Crabbe and Goyle once more. Those two were getting frighteningly persistent in their attempts to corner first year girls. She'd actually warned the prefects of other houses about them too since no first year deserved the two hulks' attentions in her opinion. It sucked time away from her studies though and that was an irritation. She sighed as she rounded a corner then shrieked as someone grabbed her arm and slammed her up against the wall. A big, sweaty hand clapped over her mouth and her wide eyes took in Goyle scowling down at her and Crabbe just behind his shoulder.
"You've been ruining our fun Pansy."
"So we'll just have fun with you instead."
Cold fear slipped down her spine at the intent in their eyes and she began struggling, trying to get away.
Ron walked the halls, sucking on a sugar quill he had nicked from Harry. His temper had mostly cooled off and he had all but forgiven Hermione and Harry but he still felt a bit alienated, it hurt not to be trusted, to not even be considered. It hurt more than he would have expected it to. He still found it hard to believe that Malfoy would just switch sides like that without an ulterior motive, Malfoy was a git and and Ron couldn't honestly see him as anything but.
He turned a corner and saw the backs of Crabbe and Goyle. 'Great, who'd let the monkeys off their leashes?' Ron was just about to turn on his heel and walk in the other direction when he saw that they were holding someone pressed up against the wall, someone who was struggling to get away. He caught a glimpse of torn clothing and saw red.
Not even thinking Ron pulled out his wand and stalked over to them. "Oi, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He zapped Crabbe with the Levicorpus spell and kicked Goyle in the back of his knee.
Goyle stumbled to the ground but turned with a snarl and wand drawn to curse the git interrupting them only to freeze as he was hit by the Body-Bind curse.
Pansy collapsed against the wall, shaking and barely registering that she'd been released. She clutched at her torn robe and shirt, trying to cover back up. Her sight was blurry with tears and she blinked rapidly trying to see who'd just helped her.
Ron pulled off his robes and wrapped them around the shaking girl. "Hey it's okay, they can't hurt you now." He kicked Goyle's bound body again just because he could. He was really surprised that it was the queen bitch herself that the gorillas had attacked and suddenly she didn't look very evil, she looked tiny and broken. "Are you alright?"
The tears finally spilled over from her dark blue eyes, clearing her vision just long enough to see her rescuer. "W-Weasley?" She'd just been saved from her own housemates by a Gryffindor she'd mocked and helped torment dozens of times. A boy who had every reason to hate her was being kind and concerned. A hysterical laugh bubbled up from her throat as her world turned a bit on it's axis but it was soon cut off by a sob and she grabbed his shirt, burying her face against his chest and just began crying.
He startled a bit, having Parkinson clinging to his shirt, wetting it through with tears. It was just so unexpected. He wondered why Crabbe and Goyle had attacked her like that in the first place, not only was it a horrible thing to do but she was one of their own. Not really knowing how to handle the crying girl clinging to him Ron just acted on instinct. Ron wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, just rocking her and letting her cry. "Shhh, it's okay...Shhhh."
She fell into hiccuping sobs, still shaking and clung tighter to the redhead. Her pride normally would be hissing and spitting at her being seen so weak but her sense of betrayal and need for comfort overrode it. Slowly she began to run dry and calm down reduced to small sniffles and she released his shirt, pulling back a bit and rubbing at her eyes with the soft, worn robe that he'd draped around her. She blinked damply up at him and gave a great sniffle before speaking quietly. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, anyone would have done the same" Ron looked at her, producing a wrinkled but clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. "And these pigs...Well they should be flogged and quartered." He made a disgusted face at the bound Slytherins. "We need to go and tell Snape and the headmaster, they need to be told so that the monkeys will be punished."
She nodded and let him help her to her feet and drew his robe closer around herself with as much dignity as she had, stiffening her shoulders. "Right. Professor Snape first, he'll make sure they stay put." She stooped and picked up her wand flicking a warning on the wall for any passing Slytherin. 'Leave them where they are or deal with me. Parkinson.' She looked back at the Gryffindor. "Let's go."
He had to admire her guts, to calm down so quickly, at least on the outside. "Yes ma'am, just lead the way." Ron saluted her but walked right next to her, close enough so that she would know he was there for her. Ron wanted to ask her what had happened there, why Crabbe and Goyle had attacked her but he figured it wasn't the right time. Even though Pansy's back was ramrod straight Ron could still see a slight tremble and so he kept his mouth shut for once, content to walk next to her and make sure she would be alright.
Snape was in his office with Draco, the both of them using the time to gleefully savage the first year's potion essays with red ink, unless they were idiot Gryffindors who wrote with red ink, then green was used. A soft knock at the door broke his concentration and he called out an irritable, "Come in."
Pansy, grateful that the redhead had stayed close to her the entire way as she felt like she was about to fall down to the floor again at any time, opened the door slowly, her hand trembling just a bit as she tried to keep control of herself. Most of the students of the other houses feared Snape's office but a Slytherin knew that it could be a sanctuary and the man presiding over it would go to the wall and over it for them and knowing the safety that lay within made it all the harder to maintain her dignity beneath the almost crushing relief. She stepped in, eyes wide as she spotted Draco, Weasley coming in with her and shutting the door, and cleared her throat. "P-Professor."
The man looked up in concern at the soft, almost hesitant voice of one of his snakes and his correcting quill immediately dropped to his desk and he was up and heading towards her in swift strides. "Miss Parkinson, what's happened?"
Draco was on his feet in a flash. He took in the tear tracks on her face and the way she was clutching the black and red robes closer to her. Without a thought he pushed past both Snape and the Weasel and cupped her cheek. "What happened Pans? Who did this to you?" Draco's voice was calm and low but his eyes promised death.
She shuddered and reached up to clutch his wrist, letting the touch of Slytherin family anchor her. "I-It was Crabbe and Goyle. They...they ambushed me because I've been keeping the first years safe from them, you know how they've been looking at them and trying to corner them, and if Weasley hadn't come along and stopped them they would have...have..." her voice squeaked to a halt as her shaking returned, the borrowed Gryffindor robe sliding off her with the force of her shakes and revealing her torn clothes and the scratches and bruises her own housemates had put on her in their assault.
Snape's eyes blazed with a cold fury at the evidence of a betrayal of such magnitude within his house and he snapped off the names of two house elves, giving them orders. One to find McGonagall and have her take Crabbe and Goyle into custody and the other to find the two boys and make sure they remained where they were until McGonagall had them in hand. Orders given, he went to his potions cabinet and retrieved a Calming Draught for Pansy.
"They are dead." Draco still spoke in the same calm tone of voice. "You cannot stop me." He turned to Snape, silver eyes gleaming. "I will see them hurt and I will see them dead." Draco bent down and picked up Weasley's robes, once again wrapping it around Pansy, not being able to look at her ripped clothes and bruised skin. Draco pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We'll take care of this Pans, you just drink the potion here and get some rest. They will never be allowed near you again."
Ron watched it all in silence, felt a bit like he was intruding on something very private. At the same time something fell into place inside of him as he watched Parkinson being fussed over. Slytherin's were just people too, not big bad followers of the darkness but just people. Ron felt shamed that it had taken something like this to really drive the point home to him. He had always considered himself a good person but now he could see that he had misconceptions and was filled with prejudice too. He promised himself that he would change though.
Snape laid a restraining hand on his godson's shoulder, "They will be dealt with Draco, but not by you. It is my duty as Head of House to see to them and there are worse fates than death." His blazing black eyes promised that Crabbe and Goyle would most certainly face such a fate at his hand. "For now, and I am sorry to have to ask for the details Pansy, I need to know everything about why they attacked you and what they did."
Pansy leaned into her house brother and nodded, gathering strength from the family she'd been gifted with on entry to Slytherin. "I know." She cut a glance over to the redhead who'd saved her. "I...I'd like Weasley to stay, please."
Snape was surprised, knowing how the little house queen hated to show weakness in front of anyone from another house, but nodded. "I'll need his witness statement as well anyway."
She sighed and began telling her Head of House about the two hulks' actions towards the first years and how she'd set about keeping the younger girls safe. She was well aware of the Professor's expression darkening and she swore she head something crack when she reached the assault on her and how they'd declared that they'd be getting their 'fun' from her. She knew she heard a growl from Draco and, surprisingly, from Weasley as well.
"You've done a great job, trying to look out for the first years." To everyone's surprise it's Ron who speaks up. "They are only twelve for Merlin's sake, wee kids. The reason those arses turned on you is because you were a threat, they went after you because you're strong."
Draco looked at the redhead with reluctant respect. "Weasley's right, you've done great and they will pay."
Snape nodded. "Yes, they will." He retrieved the dicta-quill that had taken down her account and handed the parchment to her, along with a tiny thimbleful of a potion and a stick pin. "You know the confirmation signature procedure."
She nodded and took the items, pricking her finger so a drop of blood fell into the thimble then, taking the quill her professor handed her and dipping it in the potion, she signed her name on the parchment, sealing her account as accurately recorded.
Snape vanished the potion and quill, took the parchment back and looked at his godson. "Draco, take Pansy back to her quarters. She needs to rest." His gaze was stern and insistent. It informed Draco that he would deal with this in the utmost Slytherin way.
Draco nodded and put his arms around Pansy. "Let's go Pans, you need to rest, pamper yourself a bit."
"Um, yeah. Take care Parkinson." Ron shuffled a bit, he was glad that Pansy would get a chance to rest but he was less than thrilled to be left alone with Snape to give his witness statement. Hopefully it would be quick and he could get out of there.
She tossed the redhead a brief, soft look. "Thanks Weasley." Then she let Draco shepard her out of the office, towards the Slytherin dorms.
Snape studied Ron for a silent minute. "Mr. Weasley," the slight jump the teen gave would normally please the professor but at the moment his thoughts were not on tormenting bad potions students, "while I realize that it was likely a Gryffindor-ish or more accurately, considering your family, a Weasley-ish thing to do, I would still like to thank you for helping Miss Parkinson and your...nobility will be reflected in house points as I am not about to make your potions class easier."
"Err...Sir." Ron wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his threadbare uniform trousers. "You know I'm all about points usually but this, this is not something I should be rewarded for. It was the right thing to do, it's as simple as that." Ron didn't feel comfortable taking advantage of helping someone like that. It felt greedy and wrong.
"Merlin spare me from Gryffindor nobility," he pointed at the redhead, "Weasley no matter what you may think there are many, even in your own house, who would have run away or thought that Miss Parkinson was getting her comeuppance and so would not lift so much as their voice in aid of her. I do know what the other houses think of my Slytherins, especially the most visible ones. Many would have passed by but you did not and, as much...disdain as I hold for Gryffindor sensibilities, I am grateful that for once one of your ilk was there and chose to do the right thing so your house will receive the points if not from me than I can assure you McGonagall will assign them."
The infamous dungeon bat professor drew himself up. "Now, Mr. Weasley, I would like you to accompany me to the Headmaster's office. Knowing Minerva she already has the two little toads there and is awaiting an explanation. In the interest of expediency, I would prefer your part of the tale to be told once, recorded under Dumbledore's purview, and settled so that Crabbe and Goyle can be dealt with." A brief flash of fury lit Snape's eyes at the thought of the two house traitors.
"Yes Professor." Ron agreed and followed Snape out of his office, it was rather sad and not a testament to his Gryffindor pride but Ron was happy that he wouldn't be alone with Snape for much longer. The Potions Master scared the living crap out of him. Ron couldn't fathom how Harry could spend hours almost every night in the other's company. "Just one more thing Professor...No one deserves what happened to Parkinson, no matter which house they belong to or what their reputation is. No one deserves that."
Snape glanced back briefly at the redhead and nodded. "Remember that Weasley, for the rest of your life, remember that and continue to hold that opinion." Then he resumed his stalk towards the Headmaster's office. He had two little rats to flay alive.
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Nothing in this world could have shocked Blaise Zabini more than seeing their hard-as-nails, confidant Pansy being brought into the common room by a hovering Draco, clutching a Gryffindor robe around herself, and almost shaking. He surged to his feet to storm over, even as Draco passed her into the hands of Milicent and a few other girls. The girls swept her to the dorm and he approached Draco. "What happened?"
His imperious demand for answers was met with an icy controlled explanation that had the normally unaffected Blaise's blood boiling. "Those traitors." His jaw flexed in anger. "Snape will deal with them, better than we could right now, but I'd still like a few minutes alone with them."
"You're not alone." Draco answered him. "If I didn't know Snape and that he will make those maggots wish they were never born I would throw all rules aside and go after them myself." Draco's body was tense with barely controlled rage. "What we need to do now is make sure that no one in this house thinks that they could ever get away with this kind of behavior."
Blaise nodded slowly. "Tonight, a house meeting. Think Pansy will be up to it?"
"She will be up for it, Pans is strong. Actually she would probably be there even if she didn't feel up to it, we'll look out for her." Draco started to pace. "I think it's time to remind the snakelings how things are done in this house."
Another nod from the dark skinned wizard. "Slytherin is family, family stands together, betray that and face the worst consequences a Slytherin can devise."
Draco gave a sharp nod. "Precisely." He continued to pace, trying to push the anger down, nothing would be solved by him exploding.
Blaise, by contrast, went back to sit in one of the large wingback chairs. He was still, forcing his anger over the betrayal by two of their own into a small corner and icing it over. "Draco, go for a fly, pick a fight with Potter, or write your mum. I'll start on plans for tonight."
"As tempting as a fight with Potter sounds right now I think I'll go with the flying option." Flying always did make Draco feel better, it was amazing how well Blaise knew him. "I'll be back in an hour." Draco walked up to the dormroom, changing his robes for a thicker cloak and pulling on smooth leather gloves. He grabbed his broomstick and headed outside.
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Hermione looked up from where she was helping Harry rearrange his DADA teaching schedule some as she heard the portrait swing open and Ron came into the common room. Most everyone else was roaming the halls, putting off homework until later that night so they had a quiet corner all to themselves. She caught sight of an odd expression on her friends face and frowned. "Ron?"
Looking up at them Ron walked over and sunk into a chair, running his hands through his hair. "I've been a downright fool haven't I?" Ron heaved a sigh. "I couldn't see how bad things had gotten, even here at Hogwarts. I caught Goyle and Crabbe attacking Parkinson...Really attacking her, hurting her."
Hermione frowned, her inner crusader already starting to pick up its banner. "They were beating her?"
"Worse." Ron looked disgusted. "Apparently they were having fun with her because she'd had the balls to stop them from going after the first year girls."
The girl gasped, one hand going to her mouth, eyes wide in horror. Her other hand went to her friend, grasping his arm gently. "Oh Ron, did...did they..." She couldn't finish. Rape was a horror and no matter how horrid Parkinson had been over the years, she didn't deserve it.
Ron shook his head. "No, thank Merlin. They didn't have time, I got there in time but still...It shouldn't have happened at all." Ron could still see the strong and ballsy Parkinson shaking with fear and it made him sick to his stomach.
Her hand moved up to stroke though his hair. "Thank goodness you were there. Sweet Merlin I can only imagine how she must be feeling, her own housemates." Her eyes lit with anger. "I hope they get expelled then handed over giftwrapped to Aragog."
"I really don't think you need to worry. Snape's in charge of their punishment and even Malfoy who called for death quite loudly bowed to Snape's skill in coming up with punishments." Ron leaned in to her touch before pulling away and resting his head against the back of the chair.
"I think expulsion will be the last of their worries if Snape is in charge." Harry spoke quietly. He wasn't sure how he was feeling. Despite everything, even what had happened last year with the fake Moody and the Triwizard tournament he had always thought of Hogwarts as a safe haven, he'd thought of it as home and seeing evil creep inside its walls like this...It was difficult. "It looks as if things are happening faster than I would have thought though. Crabbe and Goyle must have been quite sure that they would be protected to have the guts to behave this way."
Hermione nodded. "They won't be though. From what I've heard from Malfoy during the tutoring lessons, Slytherin isn't quite like the other houses in relationship with each other's housemates. We make small close knit groups of friends in house that become like family and the house as a whole is a wide web of friends who will back us in regards to house matters. Slytherin, the whole house is considered family. Not just friends but family, as close to each other as a pack of wolves would be. They're unified on every front, just like the Weasleys always have been. This...what Crabbe and Goyle have done goes against Slytherin precepts at their very core. Every single member of the Slytherin house will be calling for their heads. They attacked one of their own, not only that but they've been going after the young ones of their own, they won't be considered Slytherins anymore. And Snape," she shivered, "well look how he is when his snakes are involved in a fight with a Gryffindor, can you imagine just how much worse he'll be with this?"
"I really can't find any sort of pity for them, in my book they deserve everything they get." Ron's tone was dry and Harry nodded.
"Yeah this is an occasion where I really hope Snape will do his worse." He agreed. Harry felt bad for Snape too, no matter what it had to hurt that it was students from his own house who had done this to one of their own. It was clear that Snape truly cared for each and every one of his snakes.
The girl nodded in agreement and looked out the window, blinking at a silver and green blur she saw zipping through the air. "I'm sure he will." She got to her feet and went to give Ron a peck on the cheek. "I'm proud of you Ron. I know you were just being you but I'm proud that you helped her." She straightened. "I need to go grab something from the library. I'll see you two at dinner."
She bustled to the entrance and slipped through before they could answer, leaving them to exchange shrugs.
Hermione made her way down to the Quidditch pitch and settled down on one of the ground stands to watch Draco Malfoy perform the same kind of risky aerial maneuvers Harry often did when he was upset. She wasn't entirely sure what Draco's relationship with Pansy was but she did know he cared a great deal about her so this must be eating him up.
Draco was rising so high that spots of color danced behind his eyes before he dove down like a missile, straightening out the broom only before he touched the ground. It was silly and stupid but Draco needed to let out his frustrations somehow and at least flying was something he could control fully. On one of his dives he noticed a splash of brown and he maneuvered the broom to the ground. "Not often one sees you out here Granger." He swung a long leg over the side of the broom and walked over to the stands where Hermione was sitting.
"I come out for the games Gryffindor plays or sometimes when Ron and Harry decide that flying like reckless monkeys is a good idea. Someone should be there in case they do something stupid and need medical assistance." Her face tilted up to look at his.
"Well that might be true for the seamonkeys usually attached to your hips but if you know how to fly you don't need supervision." Draco put his hand to his mouth and started to pull off his gloves with his teeth.
Normally she'd have leaped to Harry's defense because she knew Malfoy was aware that Harry was a better flyer just by natural talent but this time she remained silent. Besides Ron would have fallen off a broom and Harry would have pulled a thousand muscles to save him so Draco had a bit of a point since if one went down they both did. She watched as Malfoy pulled on his gloves with those perfect white teeth. She tucked a bit of wild frizz back behind her ear. "How's Pansy?"
Draco's eyes flashed. "She's a trooper, she'll be okay...She has to be." Draco didn't know what he would do without Pansy, before now he had never realized how much he relied on her, her humor and sharp wit. He leaned the broom against the railing and climbed over to sit down next to her. "We're going to have a house wide meeting later but I needed to get rid of some...Excess energy."
She nodded and reached over to brush her fingertips across the back of his hand in a brief, comforting touch. "Harry does that. After the tournament last year Ron and I worried he might never get out of the sky, must be a Seeker thing." She fiddled with the end of her scarf. "I'm sure Pansy will be fine, she really doesn't have the patience to do anything else but get back on the broom I don't think."
"You're right, she's strong and strongwilled." Draco nodded feeling just a little bit better. Strangely enough the bushy haired brunette next to him had a more calming presence on him than hours worth of flying. "It's just...I should have seen it coming. Crabbe and Goyle, I'm probably the one who knows them best but I couldn't imagine that they would do something like this and I should have. I should have known what they were capable of and I should have stopped it from happening before it did."
Her hand whipped up and whacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Now you get that kind of idiot thinking out of your head right now Draco Malfoy. I am going to tell you something that I have to tell Harry more times than I like to. You are not responsible for the actions of others. Whether for good or ill every person is responsible for their own actions unless they're under the bloody Imperious Curse." If she'd been standing it was practically certain her hands would have been on her hips and in full eye-blazing lecture mode. "You've known them since you were a teeny tiny prat and I would imagine that Pansy has known them for nearly the same amount of time, no matter how stupidly foul they've been to every other person in this school they'd never attacked either of you before so you had no reason to think that they, fellow Slytherins, would assault one of their own that they've know for so long like that." She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a stern scowl. "I had best never hear you blaming yourself like that again or I'll...I'll turn you back into a bloody ferret until you come to your senses."
Draco couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing. She was just so stern and earnest. "Oh Granger, you are absolutely brilliant, you know that?...Teeny tiny prat." He reached out and pulled on a lock of her hair, still chuckling. "Thank you though, I needed to hear that and since I really don't want to experience ferret form again I will do my best not to blame myself."
She felt her cheeks heat from the compliment and the little tug on her hair and cleared her throat, giving a sharp nod. "See that you don't." Her hands moved to straighten her long skirt. "You made a pretty ferret but you're a much better human than ferret."
"Well, thank you for thinking so." This time it was Draco who flushed lightly and he fiddled with the gloves in his lap. "Being subjected to a firsthand tour of the insides of Crabbe's trousers was enough to scar me for life I'll tell you." And the smile slipped again when Draco remembered that his memories with Crabbe and Goyle would never be the same again, he couldn't think of anything without remembering what they had done now.
She reached over and this time took his hand rather than just brushing her fingers across the back. It was silent comfort as she knew there was nothing she could say to soothe the ragged edges of a sundered trust and friendship.
He took a hold of her hand, lacing his fingers with hers and felt her warmth seeping into his bones which seemed to have been frozen to the core. For a while Draco simply sat there, accepting the silent comfort from a girl he had been nothing but horrid to for years. Draco was both grateful and humbled by her ability to forgive. "Thank you." He said softly, not having any other words to offer.
Her lips curved up softly and she spoke just as quietly as he had. "You're welcome."
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Yes yes I know, you’re all clamoring to know when we’ll have some more Snape/Harry interaction, next chapter I promise.
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