Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding You ❯ Strategy ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Finding you

Disclaimer:I do not own anything Harry Potter and I do not profit from these writings.

‘Thought’ “Talking”

Harry/Draco, M/M Warning.

Note: Voldomort is dead; Harry defeated him in his sixth year. All death eaters are in Azkaban and Draco’s only family is his mother and Severus his godfather. I know it has no Povs but it would just confuse me when I write and I know the characters are kind of out of character but I can’t help it this is my first Harry Potter story.

Author Note: Sorry for the long time since update...writers block, majorly but hopefully I can get this chapter and the next done pretty quickly.

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Chapter 6

Harry's Pov -

So today started just like any other day, more or less, with a scheduled event that unlike a lot of others is important enough to have Hermione and Ron drag me to, against my will. This event was....breakfast. I looked left then right from my seat glaring slightly at the two individuals that I distinctly remember telling I did -not- want to talk to this morning and did -not- want to go anywhere with, yet here I am....with them....though not talking. Bless Merlin that Ronald was too busy stuffing his face with sweet red jam covered toast and sausages where as Hermione had her head buried in a large tomb and was reading plus writing notes for some test or other, no idea what. I didn't want to be here with these two it just made me irritable, I didn't feel like eating and I had strange sensations rushing through my skin in my arms which I am pretty sure is related to this 'stupid' link between me and Drac-Malfoy, dammit and to top it off I could tell that Ron was going to badger me after he had finished eating and I wasn't eager to find out why.

It gave me time to think, maybe I could fake illness and get myself to the infirmary or maybe I could suggest that I needed to get to class early..that could work because with the first idea Hermione would insist taking me just encase something were to happen on the way. 'Ok plan A. Let’s set it up' though just as I had opened my mouth to say those few helpful words a sarcastic but well spoken voice drifted across the table from only a metre in front of me "Potter....a word.." I could tell it wasn't a question as me and many others in the great hall looked at the blonde "Alright Malfoy" even with this great escape plan it was sure to have people talking.

Gingerly I got up from the table, trying to avoid a chain reaction from Hermione and Ron if they insisted on coming with me to protect me from the 'Ferret' named Malfoy. They stayed seated though I could tell they where sceptically trying to figure out his deal. Walking down towards the large wooden doors I tried not to look too desperate to get out, tried not to walk too fast but as I cleared the crack that separated the great hall stone floor to the stone floor outside the door I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face 'Mental happy dance!'. "Good Merlin Potter why are you smiling like that? Did you finally realise you can have all your hair magically spelled off so you don't have to deal with that untameable mop?" Malfoys smirk and rude comment did nothing towards my happy expression as I hugged him quickly, ignoring his indignant squeak of surprise and then complaints, I held on for a long moment just to let him suffer before I pulled back, grinning. "So...what's up? Couldn't stay away?" I asked before I mentally slapped a hand to my forehead 'Idiot! Flirting again?!'. To my surprise he shook his head and gripped my robe material a little looking at me hopeful "please tell me you read more of that book last night? There has to be a cure, a reversal spell...anything!" I blinked a few times before I sighed and shook my head "Sorry Malfoy...nothing...there was one paragraph about death but it didn't seem too cheerful so I didn't read it" I shrugged and started walking down the corridor, looking to the side at him as the Slytherin followed after me and looked almost outraged "You just didn't feel like reading it? Well you bloody well should have Potter! It might be the key to getting rid of this ridiculous bond" again I shrugged "I don't think you really want to go as far as dying to escape this curse Malfoy" funny I noticed that sensation in my arms had gone but now replaced with a slightly tingling feeling in my chest.

Draco wouldn’t have usually done this had the circumstances been different or there had been witnesses he could bribe or threaten but he clung onto Harry's arm for all he was worth and gave a small wail "My life is over why not throw myself into an abyss and end it!" I smirked at this and felt strangely comfortable and like this wasn't the first time I had seen Draco in hysterics, like we had known each other all our lives and been best friends forever. "Drama queen stop holding my arm like that you’ll rip it off" even saying this I made no move to try to dislodge him from my slowly starting to hurt arm. Eventually after we got to the corner he let go and composed himself, sniffing non-dramatically, more like he had just managed to hear the stupidest thing ever. "Fine, let me know if you find out anything...-I- am going to go research for myself Potter" he walked off in the direction of the library, I grinned knowing he wouldn't actually do it and headed to the common room to grab my bag and books I had not been given time to pick up earlier.

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Draco's Pov -

Huffing quietly to myself I walked right past the entrance to the library, never even having an intention to go inside, if saint Potter had no clue on this then I was unlikely to find the answers for myself, him and that Granger were like walking dictionaries no matter how Potter displayed himself in classes. 'Wait...' I paused in the middle of the corridor, had he told Granger and the weasel? Had he told them we had kissed and well...talked and kissed again...twice. I felt my face flush and knew that I needed to know, I didn't like the idea of him talking about this touchy subject to everyone he presumed was friends with him, not this business...not his business.

Changing my mind about going to the Slytherin dorms I headed to class, upon getting there I noticed that there were only a few others already here dotted around the room, taking my seat I kept my eyes on the front of the classroom trying to keep my expression blank, cold like any Malfoy should and I was successful until Blaise sat down beside me patting my shoulder all cheerily as usual. I sighed quietly and knew this would be a long class; I wasn't going to like what he had to say to me I just knew it...'Wait....dejavu..huh'.

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Hermione Pov -

In the great hall I sat pondering, or more likely thinking very logically and deeply about one Harry Potter and his sudden change in behaviour recently. This must be connected to something that happened at summer at his relative’s house, no no no it cannot be that. Perhaps Harry had found out something of relation to you-know-who. No no he would have told -me- about that, of course who else would he rely with such dangerous information. I stopped my thinking right there, I just need to think about Harry here...not myself, though I couldn't help but smile a bit. Harry and Malfoy had still not returned to the hall, neither of them together or separately, I wonder if I should be worried. Hmm maybe I should take Ron and starting searching for him. No I cannot I still have to find out why he was acting weird...or weirder for Harry. He was a weird boy to begin with, the other day he was helping Malfoy, that is so not like him...then he just runs off with him a moment ago...he wouldn't usually pay Malfoy so much attention. This is odd...'Ah hah! That's it...it's something to do with him and Malfoy.....". I stood up, hands on the table and tried to think of why, my brain was overfilled this morning with all the information from that book and my notes...I can't bring up a logical explanation. I sighed before I was startled when Ron touched my arm speaking with his mouth full as usual at this time. "Herm you look a little scary when you do that." I quirked a brow at him "When I do what Ronald?" He swallowed 'Thank god' I thought. "When you look all fired up about something" he answered, I shook my head "Ron we do not have time to discuss my thinking habits right now, we have to find Harry encase he has got himself in trouble as usual" Ron nodded like I knew he would and jumped up, fork in hand still "I'll stuff that ferret with Berty Bott's Every Flavour Beans if I find him being a pain" I laughed a bit though not really finding it funny as I remembered the last time he had tried to curse Malfoy and how bad that one backfired. We both left the great hall, after I managed to pry the fork from Ron's pudgy fingers and tossed it back on the table, now...where to search first.

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No Pov -

In his office high in Hogwarts castle an old man sat, at his desk with one hand holding a piece of parchment, a letter and the other stroking along his thick white beard. The room seemed almost full of useful items and furniture; portraits lined the walls, the occupants of them chattering silently to each other, most of them eying the man at the desk. There was a bird on a high, golden coloured bird stand nuzzling into its feathers and seeming not even aware of the happenings around it, the importance was of course lost to the bird and his fire like feathers. The only other in the room was a female, tall, wearing a deep green robe and hat to match, her age similar to the man at the desk, eyes noticing every detail, not unlike a cats. "What does it say? Has there been any changes?" her voice distinctly in charge of her usual environment showed she had minimal to no control here, her tone right now seemed all the more nervous than it had ever before to the old male still passing glances over the words set on the parchment with interest and almost...glee. "Indeed there has been...a change, though a big change none the less".

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