Auld Lang Syne | By : NymphyFate Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Auld Lang Syne by Nymphy Fate.
Summary: After learning that he’s failing Potions
class, Harry is assigned a tutor by Snape.
And who better than our own potions master Draco Malfoy?! Their mutual hate and all the time they are
forced to spend together transforms into an unlikely friendship. Will they end up falling for each other in
the process? Harry x
Draco slash fic. Review!
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M, mostly for language and stuff, but may
be more for intimate sessions in later chapters.
Warning: Slash.
Meaning boy on boy action sequences. Don’t like it? Leave, please/thanks. :D
Timing: Year 6.
Pretend HBP never happened, k? K.
A/N: So I am officially starting my second
Harry/Draco slash fic right here, all out of pure whim. Honestly didn’t plan to do it, but… hey, who
cares?! I got really positive feedback
on my other one, so I’m going to start another, since I’ve been getting really
fucking random ideas at various points of the day this whole last week… So… yeah. Enjoy? :D
DISCLAIMER: If I actually did own Harry Potter and was JK Rowling… do you really think I’d be doing this right
now…? No. Not bloody likely. Hahaha. Also, no profit is made.…
P.S…: Can someone please tell me what the hell
PWP means?! I’m so lost on that it’s not
even funny…
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I was officially failing Potions. I think it’s all because the bloody greasy git Snape absolutely loathed
me.
And you know how all this shit happened in the first
place? It was a combination of that stupid essay, that stupid cauldron accident—don’t ask,
really—and that STUPID test…!
I had failed all of them somehow, due to my immense lack
of potions skills, and now incidentally I was failing the class.
It sucked.
“Mister Potter, see me after class,” Snape called to me
after said unfortunate cauldron accident.
I looked up at him from my seat to see him glaring at me.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD…! He’s going to KILL me or something, isn’t
he?! All because I could never get the
hang of the stupid class and now I’m going to be dead in three point two seconds
flat! Oh god, oh god, oh go—
“Class dismissed for today, I want two rolls of parchment
on my desk come Friday. Mister
Potter?” Snape looked at me pointedly
where I sat, frozen to my seat. Taking a
large gulp, I reluctantly got up and went to see him as other students—the
lucky ones—shuffled out of the classroom.
“Y-you wanted to see me, sir?”
“Yes. Are you
aware, Potter, that you are now failing my class?” he
asked, tone hard and impassive.
I stared at him in shock.
“I-what?”
My breathing became slightly eradicated.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“You have failed most of the recent things we’ve done in this
class. Can you tell me why that
is?” His eyes bore in to me like he was
going to kill me or something.
“Uhm… uh, no,
sir.” Taking a large breath, I
decided to ask. “But is there anything I
can do to get my grade up, though, perhaps?”
He sighed, resigned.
“I suppose I could set you up with a tutor,” he complied, shuffling
papers around on his desk. “You’ll meet
at the library tonight at six, if that suits you…?”
I enthusiastically nodded my head. “Yes.
That’s perfectly fine.”
Snape didn’t say anything more.
“Is that it then, sir?
Can I go?”
“Yes, you’re dismissed.”
Sighing, I walked out of the classroom, only to find Ron
and Hermione standing right outside of it.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at the sight of them just standing there.
“Jeez! Do you have
to do that?! Just… lurk
there?!”
“What happened, Harry?” Hermione asked,
her voice soft but at the same time inquiring.
I rolled my eyes and started walking. “I’m failing Potions.”
Hermione got in front of me and turned so that she was
staring at me, stopping me from going any further. “WHAT?! How did that happen?!”
I shrugged and continued walking. “Failed essays… cauldron experiments… the
test…” I said the last quietly.
“But I helped you with that essay! And we all studied for that test together!”
I shrugged again, walking swiftly in a hope that we
wouldn’t be late for our next class, Care of Magical Creatures. “I was… distracted,” I offered in a weak
voice, thinking about what had been bothering—or rather, distracting—me the entire past week.
“Honestly Harry, you don’t have time to get ‘distracted’…!”
“Well it’s not my fault his hair is so shiny smooth!” I
blurted without even thinking. Oh shit… Did I HONESTLY just say that OUT
LOUD?! Idiot, idiot,
IDIOT. Did you know that’s what
you are, Potter? An. Idiot. Bloody—fucking—IDIOT, for crying out loud!
“Uh… who’s hair is shiny?” Ron
asked, making me remember he was even there in the first place.
My mouth was opening and closing like a fish and I
couldn’t seem to get it to stop. “Uhm… no one’s,” I
replied under my breath, pretending to rub an itch away on my face as I did
so. “Look, it’s all fine though. Snape’s getting me
a tutor, it’ll all work out just fine,
you two, now stop bloody pestering me, will you!”
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances and then looked at me
with raised eyebrows. “Yeah. Sure, Harry, it’ll be fine…” Ron amended,
obviously surprised by my outburst.
“Come on, let’s walk faster. Hagrid’ll kill us
if we’re late.”
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“Oh god…” I muttered under my breath when I reached the
library later that night.
Draco Malfoy was sitting at a table, twiddling his thumbs
and looking as if he definitely would
rather be anywhere but there.
“Uh… Malfoy?” He looked up when he heard his name called,
hair falling in his strange grey eyes.
“Y-you… you aren’t my tutor…
are you?” My voice was going to go into
hysterics at any moment now.
“Yeah,” he responded in a bored tone. “Is that a problem or something,
Potter?” He raised an eyebrow, obviously
challenging me.
I glared at him.
“No, Malfoy.”
He didn’t say anything more, just smirked
sardonically.
“So what’re we studying tonight, anyway?” I asked dryly.
“There is no ‘we,’
Potter. You are studying; I am
teaching.”
“Fine,” I said
through gritted teeth. “Then tell me, O
Wise One, what are you teaching me
tonight? Hmm?” I stared him down, a small smirk playing on
the edges of my lips.
Malfoy groaned and turned his attention back to the book
he had open on the desk. “What do you think I’m teaching you, Potter?!
It is Potions after all, y’know,” he sneered, tone full of malice. “In other words… I’m teaching you things
about potions, since you obviously seem to know nothing about them. Now get over here and sit your ass down.”
I rolled my eyes but did as I was told, glaring at him
all the while.
And from there he proceeded to educate me in the finer
aspects of potion-making, me staring at him the whole time, completely bored
out of my mind but adding little grunts here and there to let him know I was at
least beginning to understand a
little bit.
He slammed the book shut when he realized it was already
half past eight.
“D’you get
it now?” he asked in a bored tone.
“Uh… a little?”
Malfoy sighed. “Please
don’t honestly tell me that we have to continue with these sessions, Potter,
it’s a waste of my time,” he said in a haughty tone.
“Well maybe if you would explain it better, Malfoy,
then we wouldn’t HAVE to do this!” I
huffed, totally aggravated with him now, more than usual. “Besides, why are you doing this anyway?! You,
obviously, aren’t getting anything out of it…!”
“I am doing this
because Snape asked me to!”
“What the hell does THAT
have to do with anything?!” I yelled.
“He’s my godfather, he asks me to do something and I do
it for Merlin’s sake!”
I stared at him, totally taken aback. “Snape’s your godfather?” I asked dumbly, making sure
I had heard him right.
He narrowed his eyes at me,
probably wondering if that was all I was getting out of this whole thing. “Yes, he’s my godfather, Potter, is that honestly all that’s going on in that
brain of yours right now? Or don’t you
actually have one? Because—seriously—ANYONE
could pick this up in no time flat.”
I glared at him, not really knowing how to respond to
that, picked up my stuff, and walked briskly from the room, huffing.
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So this whole situation was a complete and total nightmare.
Snape was making me work with Malfoy each night now,
since I had just officially failed another quiz in his stupid useless class. Well, each night, that is, not including
weekends. So I guess that was a slightly
positive thing… but—let me assure you—the ONLY positive thing.
I couldn’t help glaring at Malfoy the entire class time
the next day, and vaguely wondered if he could feel my eyes boring into his
back.
Was he SERIOUS?! He called me dumb! Like I was a five year-old or something! Almost like there was some sort of chemical imbalance in my brain!
Fine. Well that’s just fine then. I’d just have to do something tonight in
order to spite him into the next century…
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“But I don’t get
it…” I whined like a little kid, pouting at him, but at the same time hoping
that I didn’t look—or sound, for that
matter, either—like a complete and utter git. “Can’t you explain it any better?” I looked up into those silvery grey eyes of
his, still pouting.
Just as I’d hoped, he lashed out at me. I’d been bugging him for the past half an
hour, trying to get him to explain better—although I knew perfectly well he was talking about at this point—and had finally
driven him to the point of pure insanity. Inwardly, I grinned in triumph.
Malfoy stood up, almost knocking his chair over in the
process, and glared at me. “Potter, I
can’t explain it any better than that!
Get it through that thick SKULL of yours, WOULD YOU?! You cut the valerian roots and get the juice out of them to put in the bloody fucking
cauldron and stir, it’s honestly NOT THAT HARD!
We’ve been through it a thousand times now!”
You should’ve seen him.
It was maddening. He was just so…
angry. I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone that
angry before; it was quite amusing, really.
His arms were flailing about, pointing from the book to me to him and
everywhere else, too.
It was so
amusing, in fact, that I stayed sitting there for a moment after he was done
with the yelling, staring up at him where he stood, and then immediately burst
out laughing beyond my control.
And then he was staring down at me, looking like I’d gone
mad. “What’s so bloody FUNNY?!” he screeched, making me laugh
even more.
“You-” -gasp- “-should see yourself!” I burst out laughing once again,
hysterical. “You-you thought I was
actually SERIOUS!”
Malfoy placed his hands on his hips firmly, now obviously
confused. “What are
you going on about, Potter?!”
“I just wanted to make you madddd…! You yelled at me yesterday so I decided to
make you even angrier… and it worked!”
He looked thoroughly taken aback for a moment, just
staring at me, then walked to slump down in his chair,
staring off into space. I just stared at
him, still smiling and letting out small chuckles every now and then. “I can’t… I can’t believe you did that…” he finally got out, eyebrows
scrunched together. “That’s so… so Slytherin,” he breathed and then turned
to look at me, the confused, baffled look still on his pale face.
I laughed. “Yeah
well I was almost put in to that
house, after all…” I rolled my eyes at
the thought, still smiling.
It took him a moment to respond. “You… you were?” He seemed genuinely shocked.
The smile almost completely disappeared from my
face. “Yeah…” I said slowly.
Malfoy blinked. “…Why?”
he asked incredulously, probably wondering how the Boy-Who-Lived could ever possibly be a Slytherin, of all things.
I shrugged. “I
think because of the connection between me and Voldemort,” I responded, and
pointed to the scar on my forehead.
“Oh,” he replied dumbly.
“Yeah.” I looked around the room—at anything but him—as we drifted into an uncomfortable
silence. “So… I’ve told you about me... now how ‘bout something you’ve been hiding?” I suggested slyly.
Malfoy swallowed, almost like he was scared, or something. “Uhm…”
“Nervous, Malfoy?” I taunted,
not able to contain myself from the huge grin that spread across my face from
seeing him squirm.
“No,” he snapped, frowning. “But, er… what d’you wanna
know?”
“Anything. A secret, I’d prefer, since I’ve just told
you one of mine…”
He thought about it for a minute and then finally settled
on something, leaning forward just the slightest bit and looking around to see
if anyone else was listening. “My father
wants me to be a Death Eater.”
I stared at him.
Where exactly was he going with this?
“I already knew that, Malfoy.
That’s not a secret.”
“The secret,
Potter… is that I don’t want to be one.”
He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out if he was
telling the truth or not. “…You…you
don’t?”
He shook his head.
“Not in the least,” he clarified, tone grim and then turned to look back
at the Potions textbook.
“But… but why?”
I sputtered, baffled.
He turned his gaze back to mine and stared at me,
eyebrows raised. “What d’you mean
‘Why’?!” He sounded genuinely outraged.
“I mean, why don’t you want to be a, you know… Death Eater…?! Doesn’t it, like, ‘run in the family,’ or
whatever? I thought all Malfoys grew up to be Death Eaters,” I said bitterly.
“Are you fucking kidding
me here?! Honestly Potter, WHY would I want
to worship that creepy, bald, flat-nosed FREAK?! He looks like a bloody snake, and don’t even get me started
on how much that voice of his creeps me out… So no, I’d really rather not become one of
them.” He rolled his eyes, probably
thinking about how stupid that Boy-Who-Lived-Out-Of-Pure-Luck was.
“Oh... okay then…”
And then I thought of something.
“Did we actually just have a
civil conversation here?” I was
completely shocked at the thought of it.
I looked at him pointedly.
He looked just about as shocked as I did. “I think so…”
I glanced at the clock.
Nine thirty already? Jeez… time
sure sped by when you were making your arch nemesis mad and seeing him blow up
at you then getting pure satisfaction out of it so that you ended up laughing
your arse off. “Right, well… I’d better
go.” I stood from my chair, grabbing my
things. “Uh… thanks for all your help. I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then?”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Oh my god… another normal answer. I
noticed he looked slightly uncomfortable though.
I started to walk out of the library, but didn’t end up
getting very far, stopping dead in my tracks before turning around to see him
picking up his things off the table.
“Malfoy?” I addressed him
uncertainly.
“Hmm?” he looked up, just realizing I was there.
“Can we, erm…” –how was I
supposed to put this?—“call a truce, maybe?”
Honestly… I was scared of what he’d say.
But then again, if I couldn’t stand up to Draco Malfoy then wouldn’t all of my supposed ‘Gryffindor courage’
be going to waste? “You know, put all
the past behind us?”
He raised his eyebrows, unsure of how to take my sudden
friendly tone. “You mean… like be” –the
word seemed to catch in his throat—“friends?” His looked at me, disbelieving.
“Uh, sure… like friends…” I let out a laugh, “cause
Merlin knows you need them,” I said, trying a playful tone, not really sure how
it would go over, but still trying it nonetheless.
He started walking toward me, pointing a finger and
glaring. “I heard that, Potter. And I’ll
have you know, I have plenty friends,” he sighed, “but I
suppose one more wouldn’t hurt,
right?” He gave a small smile. I didn’t know what to think except for ‘Wow.
So playful tones actually work on the guy after all then, huh…
“Right. Well… bye
then.” And I turned back around so I
could walk back to Gryffindor Tower. He
caught up with me though, and matched my pace.
“Wait. I’ll, umm…
walk with you.”
Who knows? Maybe
this friendship thing could work after all…
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A/N: So I hope you all liked the first
chapter. Long, I’ll admit—for me, at least—for a first chapter, but…
still… Second chapter should be up soon,
hopefully.
Review please?
:D Cookies for
all who review. Hehehe.. XD
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