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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44500 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Because We Are Snakes – The Snakelike Ferret

‘Oh Joy! Malfoy.’
It seemed to Harry that everyone these days was trying their best to indeed drive him to premeditated murder. He was almost ready to risk Azkaban… almost.

There was Ron with his insensitive bitching, Hermione with her current overwhelming concern for his going off on his own, Umbridge with being her horrid self, Fudge making him a pariah, Dumbledore who refused to even look at him –and he wanted answers damn it!-, Filch the disgusting creature chasing them about trying to make life in general impossible… the list went on and on and on and on and on…. The idea was clear… if people don’t let up on him and at the very least give him some space he was seriously going to fuck up someone… badly.

At the top of it all though –presently- was Draco fucking Malfoy.

The little shit was on a Prefect power trip and was giving detentions to Harry and his friends left and right for the most inane shit imaginable and all of Harry’s detentions were served with the pink bitch.

Essence of Dittany Could no longer erase the words and Murtlap Essence though it temporally soothed the cuts it did little to help them heal properly anymore… that shit was going to stay there forever now, one more scar for him to wear, as if he didn’t have enough already.

Draco was really starting to piss him off… more than normal that is.

It was during one of their meetings that the pain started to come back. The pain and the unquenchable hunger. He had just dispatched the students from the RoR and managed to convince Ron and Hermione to use his cloak to get back on their own because he had ‘something to do’. Convincing them took a painfully long time and it was now way pass curfew. But he knew the pain would only get worse as it had been doing for the past five days already, it was an encroaching wave that became searing and overwhelming at its peak and there was no way in hell he would be able to fake not being in pain with their eyes on him at the dorm.

Pain potions were not working anymore so he tended to get a bit screamy at points.

So there he was, making his way to the warm fur pile in the humid room in the dungeons where he could go through the pain and screaming in solitude.

What were the odds that as he came out of a secret passage into the dungeon corridor just two turns from his secret room, and his much enticing fur pile, Draco bloody freaking Malfoy happened to be coming by apparently back from a late night visit to the kitchens judging by the cookie he had just finished eating.

It was the smell that had alerted Harry that someone was currently traversing the corridor, it made him pause just before entering the corridor and he was glad he had this new ability because Slytherins could be quite as silent as they were sneaky it appeared and if he had not smelt Malfoy he would have literally bumped onto him. It only took one whiff of ferret, perhaps a remnant from his forced transfiguration by Barty the previous year which left the blond with the lingering smell of the animal as his own, to alert of the annoying boy’s presence and Harry knew that if he were to be found he would be in deep shit.
The smell passed the hidden entrance to the passage and it made Harry’s mouth salivate with hunger… which was not a good thing.
He waited and the smell kept moving just as the pain kept growing. He had little time to make it to a safe place before it got too bad so he left the passage in hurried yet quiet steps when all of a sudden the pain spiked and he doubled over holding his abdomen as he bit his lower lip to try to keep himself from screaming, exposed as he was in the middle of the dungeon corridor.
Impossibly, the pain spiked again and this time he could not contain himself.
Harry let out the beginnings of a scream that thankfully he managed to morph into a whimper before it got loud enough to call someone’s attention.
Sadly, Malfoy had not been far enough not to hear.
Harry first heard the running steps coming his way and the moment his teary eyes registered the silvery blond hair turning the corner before him, he knew he was screwed. Malfoy smirked, that self-entitled and completely infuriating bastardly smirk of his that often made Harry see red, and with a smug cadence to his very steps and posture made his way to Harry as he held on to the humid wall for support with one hand and held his midriff with the other.
“Well, well, out of bed after curfew Potter. Don’t you know that’s against the rules? Or does your addled brain not process such things lately since you’ve gone off the deep end?”
Harry could not even come up with a dissent response, impaired as he was by a serious amount of pain.
“What’s the matter with you? ate something the mother weasel made? I hope it rots your stomach and you die a painful death.”
He just gave Malfoy a grunt of annoyance and pushed the boy aside as he tried to keep moving before he passed out. Apparently Malfoy took offence to being shoved aside; he got his wand out and pressed the point under Harry’s chin and pressed Harry to the wall as he spoke slow and full of vitriol.
“You think you are so good you filthy half-blood, St. Potter the perfect who can go about pushing his betters aside and think nothing will come of it because he is Dumbledore’s pet lion. Mark my words Potter I have the power to make your life miserable, and I will.”
Harry tried to use his wand to defend himself but his hand was shaking so much from the amount of pain he was in that almost as soon as he took it out it felt on the floor, giving Malfoy a sense of superiority over an unarmed foe.
“I could kill you right now, here as we are alone, and no one would know I did it. I could kill you Potter, I have your live in my hands right now, but I will let you live one more day and only give you a lovely detention with Professor Umbridge if you beg me for mercy.”
The searing pain, the terrible hunger, the anger at Malfoy’s presumptuous words, the smell of prey so close to him… it was all too much to keep his mind in check and his actions according to his image of Golden Boy.
Faster than Malfoy could have anticipated Harry grabbed him with one hand by the neck and raised him a couple inches from the floor while his other hand pinned Malfoy’s wrist to the wall and gripped so tight he had to let go of his wand. He had never imagined Harry Potter possessed such strength and was visibly taken aback now that the tables had turned in such an spectacular way.
There was violence in Potter that he had never seen there before and he wondered momentarily how he had missed it. True, Harry had sometimes reacted violent manner but this was a totally different kind of violent reaction from what Malfoy had ever witnessed, and it scared him.
Harry moved, and it was both fast and slow in a way that would be fascinating if Malfoy was not about to piss himself in sheer terror at the imminent intent of murder he saw on those glowing green eyes. And they were truly glowing, as if the killing curse itself had been trapped all these years inside those green eyes and had now decided to come out of them. He pressed himself to Malfoy and the blond felt a claustrophobic sense of dread invade him, as if some really large predator was constricting the air out of him and paralyzing him with the sheer volume of its weight, he could not even speak as the hand tightened around his throat cutting his respiration short and just barely letting him breathe. Malfoy knew he would be sporting bruises on his wrist and neck tomorrow from this little encounter and had no idea how he would hide or explain them, even bruise salve took several hours to completely erase large bruises.
He felt Harry lean his head close to his ear and the whispered words his rival said were so cold he could not believe they were coming from Potter at all. Later on when he was not fearing for his life, he would have to reassess his previous beliefs and analysis into who the real Potter is, because what he thought of Potter all these years at school seems to be a complete sham to him at this moment.
“I don’t give to shits about your prissy self at this moment Malfoy, I don’t care that you have to be an asshole to feel better than others and I don’t appreciate your thoughts on being able to kill me. I assure you that even without a wand I am not defenseless and I could kill you in at least ten different ways before you could cast your first spell. You are seriously pissing me off lately. I understand that you have an image to maintain, truly I do sympathize as we all have our roles to play, but if we ever encounter each other alone again you better turn the other way and let me be because the next time you try this shit I WILL RIP YOU APPART and I will enjoy it immensely as I paint the halls red with your blood. Threaten me again and it will be the last thing you do and when I’m done dealing your much deserved death, even your mother won’t be able to recognize you ripped to shreds as you will be. Back. The. Fuck. Off. Malfoy; or I will kill you, if only to get some small amount of peace during my day by not having to worry about prissy little you.”
There had been a sibilant sort of sound to those threatening whispered words and as Harry let him go Malfoy was shaking with fear while he slid down the wall until he reached the floor. Distantly Harry was aware of picking up his wand and continuing down the corridor, his anger soothing momentarily his pain or at least blocking it from his mind registering it.
He disappeared around the corner and then into the secret room. Once there he took a few calming deep breaths as he reached the fur pile, then the pain began again and he collapsed onto it curling himself in fetal position and holding onto his stomach.
He wondered if he should just see Pomfrey.
He wondered how long he would have to endure this torture.
Something inside of him kept telling him he shouldn’t go to the Hospital Wing, told him it would be over soon. It was instinct he supposed… and almost always his instinct didn’t lead him astray.
He hoped this was one of those occasions.
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