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"Sleeping With the Enemy"

Chapter 9: Secrets Revealed, Part One

~I~

Harry Potter was relaxing under a
tree in the early predawn light before breakfast. No one else was there and it
was cool and peaceful. He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Footsteps pounded on the ground
behind him. Jolted out of his doze, Harry twisted around to see who it was, and
something skidded into him.

"Draco!" he gasped as he
was bowled over. The Slytherin held him tightly.

"Shit." he sighed,
inspecting Harry with somber gray eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, as if
he had run the whole length of the school to get there.

"What?" Harry asked,
confused. "What's the matter?" Draco released Harry and sprawled onto
the wet grass, closing his eyes. Gradually, his breathing slowed down. Harry
waited patiently by tearing up grass and sprinkling it onto his boyfriend's
pale face.

Eventually Draco sat up, and a
shower of murdered foliage fluttered into his lap. Out of the fold's of his
robe he produced a scrap of parchment and tossed it to Harry, who caught it and
inspected it.

"It's got my name on it."
he noted.

"Your powers of observation are
brilliant." Draco deadpanned. Harry punched his arm lightly. "Shut
up. What does this mean?" he asked, looking around furtively then
snuggling next to him.

Draco hesitated. "Last night.. well, they found Longbottom about half an hour ago. He
was a mess. And he had this." he took the paper back from Harry and
crushed it with an angry fist. "Thomas came and found me a few minutes
ago."

Harry swallowed heavily. "You
think maybe-"

"You're their next victim,
Harry." Draco said grimly. "I'm sure of it. They know... they want to
hurt me, *and* damage the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry buried his face into
Draco's shoulder. Draco pushed Harry's forehead up, snagged off his glasses and
then let go. Harry's head fell back into place with a soft *thud*. "Your
glasses were digging into me," he said absently, folding them up and
slipping them into his pocket. "I'm *not* going to let-"

"Shh." said Harry, raising
his head. "I know. Don't worry, okay?" Draco sighed and leaned back
against the tree. They watched the sun rise. Harry playfully nipped at Draco's
neck, trying to draw him into a happier mood. Draco just shifted away from him.

"Oh, come on," said Harry.
Grinning, he climbed into Draco's lap

"Potter..." he warned.

"Malfoy..." he purred into
Draco's ear.

To his surprise, Draco shoved him
off and he tumbled backwards onto the ground. "Hey!" he said
exasperatedly. The Slytherin stood up.

"Don't you get it, Harry?"
he asked, his voice brimming with fiery contempt. "They're directly
targeting *you* to spite me. Which means what I did doesn't
even matter, I haven't saved you from anything, I've only made it worse!"
Harry stared up at him.

"But... then I wouldn't know
you..."

"God, Harry." Draco
mumbled, dropping to his knees and kissing him fiercely. Sometimes his
Gryffindor just said the sweetest things.

~II~

Severus Snape abruptly sat up,
shoulders tense and eyes warily surveying his surroundings He took them in and
relaxed- he was in the Infirmary, at Hogwarts- there was Madam Pomfrey bustling
about, and a small huddled figure in the bed across from him. He blinked. Why
was he in the Infirmary? Clearing his throat, he called, "Poppy," The
witch looked up.

"Severus!" she said.
"You're awake. Good. Now here is some medicine that should-"

He cut her off. "Why am I here?
I don't remember..." his brow furrowed. The last thing he remembered was
coming back from another harrowing mission, this time *He* had been present.
Snape shivered unconsciously. "I collapsed, didn't I?" he asked, his
tone flat.

"Well, yes, you were very
tired." she told him. "But this should help your nerves. It's a
relaxant. She held out a small bundle of cloth, but the Potions Master swatted
her hand away.

"I don't need anything,"
he growled, and stood up. Dizziness assailed him and he swayed and slumped onto
the opposite bed. His head cleared a little, and he waved the worried nurse
away, "I'm fine!" he snapped. "I just need to... sit." Madam
Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly and turned away. Severus pressed long fingers to
his temples and... sat.

Then the bed shifted, and Snape
suddenly remembered that someone was currently occupying it. He twisted around,
his eyes narrowing, //It better not be
that blasted Potter again//, he thought, then
paused when he realized who is was.

Longbottom was curled up in the
center of the bed, breathing raggedly. His eyes were shut tight and a muffled
whimpering noise, like that of a frightened animal, floated up from the sheets.
Snape's expression softened to one of puzzlement.

"Poppy..." he said,
"what is Longbottom doing here?"

The jolly nurse's face fell. She
beckoned him to the hall, away from the sleeping boy. He unsteadily rose to his
feet and was able to meet her without toppling over. "He was found this
morning," she whispered, "Minerva's already been notified."

"But what happened?" Snape
asked impatiently. Madam Pomfrey looked at him incredulously.

"Surely you know?"

"Know what?" he snapped,
feeling rather foolish, "I've been rather *preoccupied* lately, so I may
have mis-"

"There are students." she
told him. "They're doing terrible things..."

~III~

It was lunchtime at Hogwarts, and
Hermione, Kaleb, Seamus and Dean were clustered into a small storage room. A
*fully supplied* storage room. Hermione, perched atop a box of cleaning rags,
shifted uncomfortably.

"Okay, who chose this place for
a meeting?" she demanded. Seamus sheepishly raised his hand.

Kaleb clapped and admonished him
cheerfully. "Bravo, Seamus! What would happen if one of us were
claustrophobic, huh? What if there are *spiders* in here? What if this is the
bogeyman's house and he's two seconds away from eating us whole? What if this
is a portal and we're actually in another dimension? What if you've altered
time? What if-"

Hermione glared at him, cutting the other girl off
neatly with a, "Why?!"

"It's a good place to sn-"

"Okay, anyway!" Dean interrupted brightly,
and Kaleb giggled.

"A good place to *snog*, Seamus?" she
asked innocently, gleefully watching Dean grow uncomfortable. "Click. File. Save." Hermione elbowed her.

"Come on, shush, they have something to tell
us."

"Oh yeah," said Seamus.
The fun left his face as he told the girls about Neville, and the note. They
both gasped in horror. Seamus enjoyed this and was pausing for dramatic effect,
but Dean interrupted.

"So we're thinking, just watch
Harry. If he's not in the tower, go looking for him. We don't want this to
happen again." They nodded in agreement.

"Poor Nev!" Hermione exclaimed as she
and Kaleb left the snog closet, er, supply closet. Kaleb, nearly skipping down
the hall, had made up her mind. Determined to keep the groups spirits up, she
would be her bubbly, energetic self. And, really, if the world needed a spirit
booster, where else would one look?

~IV~

In his dungeons, Snape was thinking
about the small figure sleeping in the Infirmary. He felt somewhat guilty (a
surprisingly depressing emotion) for the boy's condition. He'd been so busy
lately working as a spy in the circle of Death Eaters-- he was sure there were
Slytherins involved in this scandal. //The
stupid boy was probably wandering around after hours, it was his own fault,// the nasty
part of him said. But the other, smaller, tireder part thought about how hard
it was to be alone in danger with no one to notice your absence, or care for
you upon your return.

As the 6^th year
Slytherins and Gryffindors filed into his class, Severus couldn't get Neville
Longbottom out of his mind. He was reminded much more dramatically when he
spotted the empty seat at the far end of the room. //What is the matter with me? It's just some half-wit *child* who can't
even walk straight!// and then, //a
child, he's just a child// and then pity like never before washed over the
Potions Master, sitting lost in thought at his desk whole his students wondered
if their teacher had finally gone insane.

But just because he felt *bad* for
Neville didn't mean he was going to baby the other students. His head snapped
up, making the students jump in surprise.

"A 3 foot essay about the uses
of Ginger root will be due in one week's time. Do not forget. Spelling *will*
be graded. Today we will be making a difficult potion; you will please bring
your water to a boil and then add these things-" and he rattled off a list
of complicated ingredients, his dark eyes flashing as they scrambled for
parchment and quill. *That* would teach them to nap in *his* class...

~V~

Day faded and blue and gray shadows
descended onto the grounds of Hogwarts. Cool mists began to form in the dips
and hollows of the Forest beyond. Twilight came as the sunset flickered out like an extinguished
candle, pitching the world into a sudden, certain night.

~VI~

Draco was splayed out on a fluffy
armchair, the best in the common room, doing his homework and waiting for the
clock to turn to 10:45. Harry's invisibility cloak
was folded neatly under the cushion of the armchair, ready to don in a moment's
notice. It was unusually empty in the room, and Draco wondered briefly, in the
middle of an Arithmancy problem, just where everyone was, before deciding that
he really didn't care. Soon he was completely absorbed in his work and the
minutes ticked by. Finally, at 10:30, he had finished all his
homework and had written a foot of his Potions essay, a good start. He smiled,
catlike, and glanced at the clock. His smile faded as he decided to leave a
little early tonight. However, as he started to get up, a figure blocked his
way.

"Draco-oo." it cooed, and
he swallowed a groan. It was Pansy Parkinson. He had deduced that the female
that had taunted him that night had not been Pansy (though Harry disliked her
all they same), it had probably been Millicent, or someone else-- Pansy was
simply too stupid to participate in something like that. "I've *missed*
you. Let's chat." she said brightly. He glared at her distastefully.

"About what?" he
immediately regretted asking. She smiled seductively and sat on his lap. He
sputtered. "What the *hell* do you think you're doing?"

"Chatting," she said, and
kissed him.

"Ugh!" he yelled, and
pushed her away, but Pansy had a firm grip on the chair and wouldn't let him
up.

"Okay,
sweetie. Let's just talk," she soothed. Draco crossed his arms,
seeing that there was no easy way to be rid of this annoyance.

"You have 15 minutes." he
hissed. "Talk."

A bit poutily, Pansy told him about
her latest fling, trying to make him jealous. He was unresponsive. She
chattered on about all the male attention she had gotten recently. Draco soon
grew impatient; Pansy smelled bad and she was heavy. At one point during the
conversation, Draco's eyes wandered in boredom. Pansy mistook this as thirst
and brought him a glass of pumpkin juice (a fresh jug was always kept in the
common room).

The silver-haired Slytherin tried to
use this opportunity to leave, but she caught him. He sat down with a barely
stifled groan and dejectedly accepted the juice, sipping halfheartedly while
she prattled on and on and on... his eyelids drooped and he couldn't stop
yawning. In the middle of her speech about the wholesome traits of Slytherin
males, Draco fell asleep. Pansy paused and laughed softly to herself.

"You fool," she whispered,
stroking his hair, "You beautiful fool."

~*~

Harry was getting worried. It was a
little after 11, and Draco was almost always early. He stretched out on his
stomach in his bed, willing the curtains to be opened and his lovely mate to
appear. Nothing. Now thoroughly agitated, he rose up
and walked purposefully downstairs and out of the tower. With all the terrible
things that could happen playing in his head like a broken record, the
Gryffindor began to trace the route his beloved would have taken. He squinted
in the darkness. Draco had accidentally taken his glasses with him, and Harry
had been basically blind all day. He continued searching.

"Draco." he hissed into
the blanketing silence around him. He stuck to the shadows, trying to hide from
any eyes that might be about.

Suddenly, a figure detached itself
from the shadows and approached him. "Draco?" Harry questioned
hopefully.

"You're as stupid as any
Gryffindor, Potter."

//Hmmm... that's not Draco,// "Right, well if you'd
mind telling me where Malfoy is, I'll be on my way." he said casually,
though his heart was pounding. He quickly whisked out his wand and brandished
it. "Where is he?" Harry demanded. The figure shrugged.

"Follow me." Harry walked
behind the mysterious person through a confusing variation of passages. They
stopped in front of a closed door-- Harry was now pretty much thoroughly lost
but he maintained his courage. He peered at the hooded figure, trying to pierce
the shadows to some bit of recognition. "In here," he opened the
door.

Harry shook his head. "Uh uh, you first." He inclined his head and
chuckled,

"Perhaps not quite as
stupid-" Harry followed him through the door, which then shut with a
decisive thud and three voices called out in unison, "Expelliarmus!"
and Harry fell to the ground-- "A lot more stupid, Potter," Evan said
maliciously. "You were more than a perfect accomplice in this little trap
for your Slytherin sweetheart."
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