Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Chamber
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Rated: T
Genre: Action/Adventure/Humour
Summary: AU. Sequel to HPSA. When Harry goes back to Hogwarts, he has to deal with: feelings developing for his best friend, the Weasley girl having a crush on him, and Voldemort trying to rise again.
Warnings: spoilers for the second book, mention of child abuse, OOC-ness, Slytherin!Harry, AU, fluff, Nice!Slytherins, cursing, etc.
Beta: Indie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit from this; I just borrow the characters to put into my take on a clichéd plot. Copyright infringement is not intended.
A/N: I know this is late again. Sorry. I'll try to update as often as I can. Currently, I am looking for another job, so yeah. Anyways, I'll try to update either every couple of days or at least once a week. I make no promises, though.
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Other News: Well, everything in my life is alright at the moment, so I should have more time to work on this fic. I am very sorry for the major delay, but from now on, I should be updating weekly. I WOULD NEVER ABANDON ANY OF MY STORIES, SO PLEASE DON'T FEEL THAT I'M ABANDONING THIS. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
And now, enjoy the next chapter!
Chapter 3
Harry awoke to something tickling his face. Grumbling, he batted whatever it was away and rolled over. Suddenly, whatever was tickling his face had returned and was at it again. The small Slytherin sighed heavily and opened his eyes. Largo smiled, as much as a snake could, and flicked his tongue. Harry glared at the forked tongue, which he knew right away was the source of the tickling. All of his friends, plus Crabbe and Goyle, surrounded his bed and were chuckling.
"Rise and shine sleepy head! We get our schedules today," Draco said, smiling widely.
"Who gave Draco sugar?" Harry grumbled. Everybody except Draco started to laugh.
"I didn't eat any sugar today!" the blonde shrieked.
"Whatever. What time is it?" Blaise smirked.
"It is currently 7:30. Breakfast starts at 8:15, so you'd better hurry it up."
Harry chewed his breakfast, going over his schedule carefully. Why does the Headmaster insist on trying to force everybody into House Unity? Sure, he was brilliant, but even he should be able to tell when something just wasn't going to happen. Harry turned towards Pansy, who was looking over her own schedule with a sour face.
"When will that old man learn that this House Rivalry between the noble House of the Snakes and the foolish House of the Do-Gooders will never go away?" Blaise asked, looking up to the sky in despair.
"Oh, cut the dramatics, Blaise. It's unbecoming," mumbled Harry.
'He does have a point, even if he's being a little melodramatic…'
Their schedule was not unlike last year's. They still had way too many classes with those fools.
Monday:
9:00-10:25 Transfiguration (Gryffindor)
10:30-11:55 Potions (Gryffindor)
12:00-12:55 Break
1:00-2:25 Herbology (Hufflepuff)
2:30-3:45 Free
Tuesday:
9:00-10:25 Potions (Gryffindor)
10:30-11:55 History of Magic (Ravenclaw)
12:00-12:55 Break
1:00-2:25 Charms (Gryffindor)
2:30-3:45 Free
Wednesday:
9:00-10:25 Charms (Gryffindor)
10:30-11:55 Defense Against the Dark Arts (Gryffindor)
12:00-12:55 Break
1:00-2:25 Defense Against the Dark Arts (Gryffindor)
2:30-3:45 Herbology (Hufflepuff)
Thursday:
9:00-10:25 Transfiguration (Gryffindor)
10:30-11:55 Potions (Gryffindor)
12:00-12:55 Break
1:00-2:25 Herbology (Hufflepuff)
2:30-3:45 Herbology (Hufflepuff)
Friday:
9:00-10:25 History of Magic (Ravenclaw)
10:30-11:55 Charms (Gryffindor)
12:00-12:55 Break
1:00-2:25 Potions (Gryffindor)
2:30-3:45 Potions (Gryffindor)
"You wound me, Harry," sniffed Blaise. He put his hand over his heart and pouted. Harry looked at him weirdly.
"Do guys have that thing that girl's get every month? You know, the thing that makes them all moody? What was it called again?" Harry questioned.
"And why do you wish to know that?" Hermione asked as she came to sit next to Pansy.
"Blaise is acting like that at the moment," Harry explained. Blaise looked at Harry with a hurt look, before going back to his food, sulking all the while.
"Harry, that thing that girl's get every month is only for girls. And if you really want to know, you should ask Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to tell you," Hermione said, exchanging looks with Pansy.
"OK. I think I'll do that later on." Harry smiled at the two girls before pushing his plate away. "I am so stuffed."
"You need to eat more," Draco commented, taking a huge bite of sausage. Harry jumped. The blonde was so quite that Harry forgot he was sitting next to him.
"I ate a lot," protested Harry. "And I can't eat any more right now." Draco narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Harry, you need to eat more veggies. Please. Just a little bit more." Draco gave Harry puppy eyes, and the small Slytherin turned away. Harry knew that he would do whatever Draco asked of him, within reasoning, but he just really couldn't eat anymore.
"I'm sorry but I really am stuffed," Harry said apologetically. "Maybe next time?" Draco sighed heavily.
"Fine. Whatever." The blonde started to sulk, and Blaise looked at him.
"Welcome to the club," the Italian mumbled, nibbling on a piece of toast.
"Harry, I have a question for you," Draco said quietly. They were in the common room, which was nearly empty since the other Slytherins decided they didn't wish to study during their free period.
The first day of school had gone rather well yesterday, with Weasley and the other Gryffindorks not starting anything as of yet. Professor Snape decided, to see if everybody really did do their summer homework, they would have a quiz on Tuesday. Of course, he collected all of their summer packets to grade, but he wanted to see if they really absorbed any information rather than ask their friends if they could copy off their homework. He had faith that the Slytherins would pass, but the Gryffindors were a whole other story.
"Sure, what is it?" Harry asked, closing his Potion's textbook.
"What do you like about Hermione?" Draco blurted out, looking at Harry intently. Harry's eyes were wide.
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Curiosity," Draco answered, ignoring the tightening of his throat.
"Curiosity is for Gryffindors," Harry teased.
"Nice try you prat. Seriously, I just want to know," Draco insisted. 'What does she have that I don't? Oh yeah, those feminine parts.'
"Well, she's smart. And she's pretty." Harry shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.
"Oh." An uncomfortable, awkward silence filled the air.
"So," Harry started, "shall we finish studying?" Draco nodded his head. The blonde pondered Harry's words.
'Why do I care if he likes Hermione? I should be happy for him!' he thought angrily. 'I'll just have to ask Mother for advice.'
Narcissa Malfoy blinked in surprise as an owl dropped off a letter to her. It was obviously from Draco, but he always sent letters on Sunday. It was only Monday! What if something happened? What if her son was hurt or something? And what about Harry? He couldn't have honestly gotten into any trouble. The semester just started for Merlin's sake! Anxiously, she opened the letter and read it eagerly.
Mother,
I have a slight dilemma. It's nothing for you to worry about. I'm not hurt and neither is Harry, so you can stop worrying now. No, my problem is more of a… personal matter. You see, Harry likes Hermione. He told me himself. I don't know why, but I really don't want him to like her. Shouldn't I be happy for him? Do I have a crush on him or something? But, I can't have a crush on a boy! Father said boys are supposed to like girls. What do I do?
Your son,
Draco
Narcissa gaped slightly before righting herself. Wouldn't do for somebody to see her act like a commoner, right? She took a deep breath before allowing herself to assess the situation. So, Draco had a crush on Harry. Narcissa didn't blame him; Harry was too adorable. But, Draco's concerns were in the right place. If Harry likes Hermione, things were going to get really complicated. And then there was Lucius.
Now, Narcissa knew she didn't marry a perfect man. Nobody was infallible. But, Lucius' father was seriously homophobic and seemed to pass on his beliefs to his son. If he caught wind of his only heir gay and in love with their charge… Narcissa shuddered. Who knew what Lucius would do? He really did love both Harry and Draco dearly, but his father had been manipulating him for so long, some of his father's beliefs were still intact. Narcissa had been trying to help her husband rid some of his bad habits, and he was most definitely better than he was when they first met.
'Alright, I'll just send a reply to Draco, and we'll work something out,' Narcissa thought before she got out her quill, ink, and parchment.
Harry's face was completely red. He had taken Pansy and Hermione's advice on going to Madam Pomfrey to ask about what girl's get once a month. At the moment, he was wishing that he kept his mouth shut and stayed in the dungeons. The nurse was currently explaining in detail that when females hit puberty, their bodies start making eggs and once a month, her body gets rid of the unused eggs with a bloody discharge. He felt bad for the women that had bad cramps, Madam Pomfrey telling him some cramps felt as bad as getting kicked in a very personal area he would probably like to use when he got older.
"Will that be all Harry?" Madam Pomfrey asked, trying desperately to hide her laughter at the boy's lobster red face. Harry, being the curious boy he is, wanted to ask her about boys hitting puberty since he had no clue, but decided against it. He figured he'll just wait and see, not wanting to know if it was painful like girls.
"No, thank you ma'am," he murmured, eyes downcast and the blush refusing to leave his face.
"Alright then, you should probably go to your common room. It's almost time for dinner," the nurse said, smiling warmly at the small Slytherin. Harry nodded and rushed to the door, tripping slightly on his way out. Madam Pomfrey chuckled. Yes, she did love to be sadistic at times.
My Dearest Draco,
What you are feeling is perfectly natural. We all have a first crush; perfectly normal. I must admit I was a bit shocked to find out you like Harry, but I don't blame you. If Harry says that he likes Hermione, than you should support him. You two are very close, and I wouldn't want your friendship to be ripped apart because of this. Who knows? Maybe in the near future, Harry will like you back. Now, I hope I don't have to tell you to not let your father know of this. Let me speak to him first. Give Harry my love. Tell him to stay out of trouble.
Your mother,
Narcissa
Draco put the letter away and put his face in his hands. He breathed deeply for a few minutes before he went downstairs to the Great Hall for dinner. Taking his place beside Harry, he felt his heart skip a beat when the smaller boy smiled widely at him. The blonde rolled his eyes as the Headmaster began to talk. He only caught snippets of the speech, instead paying attention to his best friend. Draco hastily piled his plate as the food appeared, yawning behind his hand.
"What's the matter, Draco?" Harry asked, chewing a piece of biscuit.
"Nothing, why do you ask?"
"I dunno. You just look…tired," Harry responded.
"Yeah, is something wrong?" Blaise asked, giving Draco a curious look.
"I said nothing!" Draco snapped. Blaise scowled.
"Fine! Sheesh, I was only asking if you were alright. Nobody appreciates me," the Italian grumbled, going back to his food and muttering under his breath occasionally. Draco ignored him and continued eating, also ignoring the worried glances Pansy and Harry kept sending him.
Harry sat straight up in bed, panting. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he shakily clutched his heart. Looking around, he quickly found Draco's bed and walked towards it. He looked nervously at his friend before shaking the blonde's shoulder.
"Harry? What's the matter?" Draco asked sleepily.
"I had a nightmare," was the whispered reply. "Can I sleep with you?" He didn't need to finish his sentence. The moment he told Draco he had a nightmare, the blonde had opened up his covers to him.
"Night, Harry," Draco said, hugging his friend closely. Harry snuggled back into the warm embrace.
"Night, Draco." It didn't take long for both of the Slytherins to go to sleep.
A/N: So, how do you like it? I know it's not enough to make up for the long wait, but I am sorry. I have gotten over the writers block, and I should be updating smoothly. Depends on what life throws my way. The next chapter should be longer, hopefully. I hate these short chapters, ugh. Reviews are nice. Hope you all enjoy the holidays.