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dripping_cherryTitle: Harry Potter and the Lost Grimiore 3/?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,100
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Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where Draco Malfoy is his roommate, and secrets of an ancient evil threatening to resurface lurk within the castle walls.
“Who’d you get?” Ron asked, trying to get a peek at Harry’s room assignment, which the brunet quickly folded and hid out of sight.
“No one,” he said. “No one we know.” The last thing Harry needed right now was Ron going ballistic. He couldn’t believe Malfoy was going to be his roommate, and didn’t want to think of the consequences. Would the former Slytherin try to make his life a living hell? Would Harry be able to keep himself from blushing whenever he awoke from one of his erotic dreams to see the very object of those dreams sneering at him as he got ready for class? Whether he wanted to think about the consequences or not, he could not avoid his fate. They were supposed to go to their dormitories now, and Malfoy would surely be there.
Maybe Malfoy would request a room change, or Harry could request one himself. Yet, a part of him hoped that neither of those things would happen. Harry tried hard to silence that part of himself—after all, Malfoy was the reason the Death Eaters got into Hogwarts sixth year; it was his fault Dumbledore was killed, even if he hadn’t killed the Headmaster himself. Then he remembered what Mimosa had said about the way they assign the rooms. Maybe there was a good reason he and Draco were paired, although Harry refused to believe they would ever become friends.
“Well, at least we’re in the same tower,” said Ron, after Hermione headed off in the opposite direction. “What’s your room number? I’ll come by when I’m done unpacking.”
“I’ll come to yours,” said Harry quickly.
Ron looked bemused. “Okay... Well, I’m in 305.”
“Okay, see you,” said Harry, and he hurried off.
The door to room 314 was the most imposing one Harry had ever stood in front of. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, picturing several scenarios of what could happen when he walked through that door and trying to fiure out how he should react in each case.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” Harry muttered as he turned the doorknob.
He let out a pent up breath as he entered-- the room was empty. It was a cozy space with two beds, two desks, a small couch, and a table. Harry’s trunk was standing in front of one of the beds. Malfoy’s trunk was there, too, but the blonde’s absence gave Harry a faint spark of hope that he was already arranging for a change of rooms.
Harry took off his school clothes, changing into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a black and white track jacket, and began to unpack. A minute later, the door swung open, and a visibly angry Draco Malfoy walked in. Silver eyes chilled Harry to the core.
“Don’t bother asking for a room change, Potter,” said Malfoy, “Headmaster said we have to learn to deal with each other’s presence.” He snorted, lips curving into that familiar, ugly sneer. Harry said nothing, but he realized that, in his dreams, Draco looked a lot better without that sneer.
“You don’t have anything to say about this unfortunate situation?”
Harry shrugged-- he really wasn’t in the mood for a fight. “I figure I’ll just ignore you. You can ignore me, too. Maybe that way we’ll get through the year somehow.”
“Good,” said Malfoy. “Just don’t go bringing your pathetic friends in here.”
Harry resisted the urge to retort. Somehow, Malfoy’s words lacked their usual hostility. He continued putting his clothes into drawers and setting his books on the shelf above his desk, all the while fighting the urge to glance at Malfoy, but failing.
The blond was also busy unpacking. He had much more clothes than Harry, even though Harry had done some shopping now that he was free of the Dursley’s. Harry decided to leave his more sentimental belongings, namely his invisibility cloak, Marauder’s Map, and photographs of his parents locked in his trunk, even though Malfoy would probably be able to unlock it if he really wanted to do something sinister. Thankfully, Malfoy didn’t seem interested in picking a fight on their first night at school, although he could feel the blond glaring at his back as he left the room.
*****
Harry had trouble opening his eyes, as his lids seemed to have been glued shut. He had stayed out far too late the night before, trying to put off his first night with his roommate. He had left only when Ron had become tired and cranky.
He was grateful that his boxers were dry this morning—clearly, he hadn’t had any dreams featuring Malfoy. Not that it would have made a difference, he’d cast a silencing charm around his bed before having gone to sleep, just in case. Harry looked out from behind the curtains and was happy to see that Malfoy was already gone. Obviously, the former Slytherin was a morning person, or else he was deliberately trying to avoid Harry.
Harry’s first class, Intro to Love Potions, would be starting in twenty minutes. He had just enough time to take a quick shower and grab a bagel. He arrived not even a minute before the class started. Harry’s feet seemed to have become glued to the floor after he entered the classroom—about twenty pairs of eyes were locked on him, and students were whispering among themselves. Ah, yes—the joys of being Harry Potter. He’d almost managed to forget that it would be like this.
A mass of silvery blonde hair caught Harry’s attention. He should have known Malfoy would take every available potions class—but then again, he hadn’t even known that Malfoy would be here at all. Harry finally gained control of his feet and took a seat as far away from Malfoy as possible, wondering why everyone else had done the same. It was strange to see the former Slytherin sitting completely alone, without his cronies by his side or Pansy Parkinson on his arm. The door swung open again just as Harry took his seat, and a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, with rectangular spectacles and platinum hair worthy of a Malfoy, walked in.
“Velcome to Potions class,” he said. “I am Professor Adler.” Grey-green eyes scanned the room quickly and landed on Harry. “…And you must be ze famous Harry Potter.” Adler’s lips twisted into a one-sided grin.
“Y-yes, sir,” said Harry, turning his eyes away from that piercing stare. Those were not butterflies he’d just felt fluttering in his stomach. It must have been the bagel. A couple of girls to his right giggled. “Vell, I am pleased to have you in my class, Mr. Potter,” he said, lips still curved in that elfish grin, turned around in a whirl of black robes and began to scribble notes on the blackboard.
“Zese are the most common ingredients used in love potions. You must memorize zer basic effects before we can do any practical work in zis class. Friday, I will give you a quiz. Zose of you who pass will be able to begin working on ze first potion. Mondays vill be our review days; Fridays ve vill brew potions.”
The girls in the class continued to giggle throughout the period. Harry had assumed it he was the reason they were giggling—he had grown accustomed to receiving that kind of attention since he’d killed Voldemort—but was surprised to see the girls staring dreamily at the professor. Harry decided it must be his accent, and the way those chin-length, platinum locks would fall over his face, bringing out the green of his eyes.
Harry suddenly realized the direction in which his thoughts were heading and slouched lower in his chair. Great. Now he was lusting over the professor, as well as his childhood rival.
*****
Harry was glad to finally get out of potions, what with the handsome professor constantly sending him flirtatious looks and Malfoy glaring at him from his lonely corner of the classroom. Runic Spells was Harry’s next class, and he went eagerly, knowing that Hermione had registered for the class as well.
“I don’t know how you got into this class, Harry,” his frizzy-haired said as the settled down at a small table. “You never even took Ancient Runes.”
“Ancient Runes was only recommended, Hermione. It’s not a prerequisite,” Harry said irritably.
Hermione snorted. “Yes, but in order to succeed in this class without any previous knowledge of runes you will have a lot of extra studying to do. And I won’t give you all the answers, as you were probably expecting.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry said bitterly. He hadn’t been expecting Hermione to give him any answers. He would put a great deal more effort into school now than he did at Hogwarts. After all, he no longer had Voldemort to worry about.
“Hey, why’s Malfoy sitting all alone,” he asked, just noticing the blonde.
Hermione shrugged, “No one wants to sit by him.”
“Why not?”
Hermione rolled her eyes in that annoying way. “Because he brought Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Everyone thinks he should be in Azkaban.”
“But half these people don’t even know him,” Harry said, wondering why in the world he was concerned about Malfoy’s solitude.
“Word gets around, Harry. Anyway, since when do you care about Malfoy?”
“I don’t,” said Harry, opening his book to chapter one, according to the instructions on the board. He sincerely hoped that the Runes professor was nowhere near as sexy as Adler. His wish was granted-- when Professor Bean walked into the classroom, Harry thought he could have passed for Professor Flitwit’s twin.
The class passed by quickly. They’d read chapter one and discussed the uses and basic principles of runic spells, and the professor dismissed them early. Harry and Hermione went to the Great Hall and had lunch while waiting for waiting for Ron to join them.
Ron arrived ten minutes late, looking as if a tarantula had just crawled up his leg. Indeed, a bright blue, hairy spider, about the size of a fist, was sitting on Ron’s shoulder, shifting its legs. “Er… what is that,” asked Harry.
“It’s a spider,” Ron squeaked.
“I know what that is,” Hermione said excitedly. “It’s a Blue Warlock. Warlock spiders were commonly kept as familiars centuries ago. Wizards stopped using them in the 1700’s because they became an endangered species. How’d you get one?”
“Apparently, the school has a breeding program. Everyone in Magical Creatures got one to take care of over the year.”
“He’s brilliant!” said Harry. Ron shot him a look that said he didn’t share Harry’s excitement about the furry creature.
“I hope your day was better than mine,” Ron said as he took his seat. Harry had to laugh, seeing how Ron kept his head slanted to the left so that his neck was as far away from the spider as possible.
“It was alright,” said Harry. “Except that Malfoy seems to be in all of my classes.”
“Malfoy is here?” Ron said with a grimace. “I hope he isn’t in any of my classes.”
Harry caught sight of Malfoy sitting two tables away, reading something as he ate his lunch. Alone. He couldn’t help the pang of pity he felt, and decided not to point out the blonde’s presence.
“Do you want to go flying after class?” Ron asked, “Quidditch tryouts are Saturday.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, ignoring Hermione’s scowl.
A breeze ruffled his hair as an unfamiliar owl swooped down onto the table in front of him. He untied the letter from its leg and gave it a piece of his oatmeal cookie.
Dear Harry,
I’m glad to hear you decided to enroll at the university. Your parents and Sirius would be very proud, as am I. I regret that this is not the only reason I’m writing to you. Harry, I need to talk to you. Meet me at noon, Sunday, in Ruby Grove, the village just north of the university. Please, come alone. There’s a pub called The Queen’s Goblet. I’ll be waiting for you there.
Remus Lupin
P.S. Don’t worry. I’m safe and well.
Harry refolded the letter quickly and placed it in his book bag. He noticed Ron and Hermione’s curious looks. “Lupin just wanted to say he was proud of me,” he explained, hoping they wouldn’t press for more information.
Harry’s head swam with questions. What did Lupin need? Was he in some kind of trouble? He’d assured Harry he was safe, but Harry knew Lupin wouldn’t have written such a letter if something weren’t wrong.
Tbc….
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 2 Chapter 1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,100
Beta:
sptmemberfalls90Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where Draco Malfoy is his roommate, and secrets of an ancient evil threatening to resurface lurk within the castle walls.
“Who’d you get?” Ron asked, trying to get a peek at Harry’s room assignment, which the brunet quickly folded and hid out of sight.
“No one,” he said. “No one we know.” The last thing Harry needed right now was Ron going ballistic. He couldn’t believe Malfoy was going to be his roommate, and didn’t want to think of the consequences. Would the former Slytherin try to make his life a living hell? Would Harry be able to keep himself from blushing whenever he awoke from one of his erotic dreams to see the very object of those dreams sneering at him as he got ready for class? Whether he wanted to think about the consequences or not, he could not avoid his fate. They were supposed to go to their dormitories now, and Malfoy would surely be there.
Maybe Malfoy would request a room change, or Harry could request one himself. Yet, a part of him hoped that neither of those things would happen. Harry tried hard to silence that part of himself—after all, Malfoy was the reason the Death Eaters got into Hogwarts sixth year; it was his fault Dumbledore was killed, even if he hadn’t killed the Headmaster himself. Then he remembered what Mimosa had said about the way they assign the rooms. Maybe there was a good reason he and Draco were paired, although Harry refused to believe they would ever become friends.
“Well, at least we’re in the same tower,” said Ron, after Hermione headed off in the opposite direction. “What’s your room number? I’ll come by when I’m done unpacking.”
“I’ll come to yours,” said Harry quickly.
Ron looked bemused. “Okay... Well, I’m in 305.”
“Okay, see you,” said Harry, and he hurried off.
The door to room 314 was the most imposing one Harry had ever stood in front of. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, picturing several scenarios of what could happen when he walked through that door and trying to fiure out how he should react in each case.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” Harry muttered as he turned the doorknob.
He let out a pent up breath as he entered-- the room was empty. It was a cozy space with two beds, two desks, a small couch, and a table. Harry’s trunk was standing in front of one of the beds. Malfoy’s trunk was there, too, but the blonde’s absence gave Harry a faint spark of hope that he was already arranging for a change of rooms.
Harry took off his school clothes, changing into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a black and white track jacket, and began to unpack. A minute later, the door swung open, and a visibly angry Draco Malfoy walked in. Silver eyes chilled Harry to the core.
“Don’t bother asking for a room change, Potter,” said Malfoy, “Headmaster said we have to learn to deal with each other’s presence.” He snorted, lips curving into that familiar, ugly sneer. Harry said nothing, but he realized that, in his dreams, Draco looked a lot better without that sneer.
“You don’t have anything to say about this unfortunate situation?”
Harry shrugged-- he really wasn’t in the mood for a fight. “I figure I’ll just ignore you. You can ignore me, too. Maybe that way we’ll get through the year somehow.”
“Good,” said Malfoy. “Just don’t go bringing your pathetic friends in here.”
Harry resisted the urge to retort. Somehow, Malfoy’s words lacked their usual hostility. He continued putting his clothes into drawers and setting his books on the shelf above his desk, all the while fighting the urge to glance at Malfoy, but failing.
The blond was also busy unpacking. He had much more clothes than Harry, even though Harry had done some shopping now that he was free of the Dursley’s. Harry decided to leave his more sentimental belongings, namely his invisibility cloak, Marauder’s Map, and photographs of his parents locked in his trunk, even though Malfoy would probably be able to unlock it if he really wanted to do something sinister. Thankfully, Malfoy didn’t seem interested in picking a fight on their first night at school, although he could feel the blond glaring at his back as he left the room.
*****
Harry had trouble opening his eyes, as his lids seemed to have been glued shut. He had stayed out far too late the night before, trying to put off his first night with his roommate. He had left only when Ron had become tired and cranky.
He was grateful that his boxers were dry this morning—clearly, he hadn’t had any dreams featuring Malfoy. Not that it would have made a difference, he’d cast a silencing charm around his bed before having gone to sleep, just in case. Harry looked out from behind the curtains and was happy to see that Malfoy was already gone. Obviously, the former Slytherin was a morning person, or else he was deliberately trying to avoid Harry.
Harry’s first class, Intro to Love Potions, would be starting in twenty minutes. He had just enough time to take a quick shower and grab a bagel. He arrived not even a minute before the class started. Harry’s feet seemed to have become glued to the floor after he entered the classroom—about twenty pairs of eyes were locked on him, and students were whispering among themselves. Ah, yes—the joys of being Harry Potter. He’d almost managed to forget that it would be like this.
A mass of silvery blonde hair caught Harry’s attention. He should have known Malfoy would take every available potions class—but then again, he hadn’t even known that Malfoy would be here at all. Harry finally gained control of his feet and took a seat as far away from Malfoy as possible, wondering why everyone else had done the same. It was strange to see the former Slytherin sitting completely alone, without his cronies by his side or Pansy Parkinson on his arm. The door swung open again just as Harry took his seat, and a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, with rectangular spectacles and platinum hair worthy of a Malfoy, walked in.
“Velcome to Potions class,” he said. “I am Professor Adler.” Grey-green eyes scanned the room quickly and landed on Harry. “…And you must be ze famous Harry Potter.” Adler’s lips twisted into a one-sided grin.
“Y-yes, sir,” said Harry, turning his eyes away from that piercing stare. Those were not butterflies he’d just felt fluttering in his stomach. It must have been the bagel. A couple of girls to his right giggled. “Vell, I am pleased to have you in my class, Mr. Potter,” he said, lips still curved in that elfish grin, turned around in a whirl of black robes and began to scribble notes on the blackboard.
“Zese are the most common ingredients used in love potions. You must memorize zer basic effects before we can do any practical work in zis class. Friday, I will give you a quiz. Zose of you who pass will be able to begin working on ze first potion. Mondays vill be our review days; Fridays ve vill brew potions.”
The girls in the class continued to giggle throughout the period. Harry had assumed it he was the reason they were giggling—he had grown accustomed to receiving that kind of attention since he’d killed Voldemort—but was surprised to see the girls staring dreamily at the professor. Harry decided it must be his accent, and the way those chin-length, platinum locks would fall over his face, bringing out the green of his eyes.
Harry suddenly realized the direction in which his thoughts were heading and slouched lower in his chair. Great. Now he was lusting over the professor, as well as his childhood rival.
*****
Harry was glad to finally get out of potions, what with the handsome professor constantly sending him flirtatious looks and Malfoy glaring at him from his lonely corner of the classroom. Runic Spells was Harry’s next class, and he went eagerly, knowing that Hermione had registered for the class as well.
“I don’t know how you got into this class, Harry,” his frizzy-haired said as the settled down at a small table. “You never even took Ancient Runes.”
“Ancient Runes was only recommended, Hermione. It’s not a prerequisite,” Harry said irritably.
Hermione snorted. “Yes, but in order to succeed in this class without any previous knowledge of runes you will have a lot of extra studying to do. And I won’t give you all the answers, as you were probably expecting.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry said bitterly. He hadn’t been expecting Hermione to give him any answers. He would put a great deal more effort into school now than he did at Hogwarts. After all, he no longer had Voldemort to worry about.
“Hey, why’s Malfoy sitting all alone,” he asked, just noticing the blonde.
Hermione shrugged, “No one wants to sit by him.”
“Why not?”
Hermione rolled her eyes in that annoying way. “Because he brought Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Everyone thinks he should be in Azkaban.”
“But half these people don’t even know him,” Harry said, wondering why in the world he was concerned about Malfoy’s solitude.
“Word gets around, Harry. Anyway, since when do you care about Malfoy?”
“I don’t,” said Harry, opening his book to chapter one, according to the instructions on the board. He sincerely hoped that the Runes professor was nowhere near as sexy as Adler. His wish was granted-- when Professor Bean walked into the classroom, Harry thought he could have passed for Professor Flitwit’s twin.
The class passed by quickly. They’d read chapter one and discussed the uses and basic principles of runic spells, and the professor dismissed them early. Harry and Hermione went to the Great Hall and had lunch while waiting for waiting for Ron to join them.
Ron arrived ten minutes late, looking as if a tarantula had just crawled up his leg. Indeed, a bright blue, hairy spider, about the size of a fist, was sitting on Ron’s shoulder, shifting its legs. “Er… what is that,” asked Harry.
“It’s a spider,” Ron squeaked.
“I know what that is,” Hermione said excitedly. “It’s a Blue Warlock. Warlock spiders were commonly kept as familiars centuries ago. Wizards stopped using them in the 1700’s because they became an endangered species. How’d you get one?”
“Apparently, the school has a breeding program. Everyone in Magical Creatures got one to take care of over the year.”
“He’s brilliant!” said Harry. Ron shot him a look that said he didn’t share Harry’s excitement about the furry creature.
“I hope your day was better than mine,” Ron said as he took his seat. Harry had to laugh, seeing how Ron kept his head slanted to the left so that his neck was as far away from the spider as possible.
“It was alright,” said Harry. “Except that Malfoy seems to be in all of my classes.”
“Malfoy is here?” Ron said with a grimace. “I hope he isn’t in any of my classes.”
Harry caught sight of Malfoy sitting two tables away, reading something as he ate his lunch. Alone. He couldn’t help the pang of pity he felt, and decided not to point out the blonde’s presence.
“Do you want to go flying after class?” Ron asked, “Quidditch tryouts are Saturday.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, ignoring Hermione’s scowl.
A breeze ruffled his hair as an unfamiliar owl swooped down onto the table in front of him. He untied the letter from its leg and gave it a piece of his oatmeal cookie.
Dear Harry,
I’m glad to hear you decided to enroll at the university. Your parents and Sirius would be very proud, as am I. I regret that this is not the only reason I’m writing to you. Harry, I need to talk to you. Meet me at noon, Sunday, in Ruby Grove, the village just north of the university. Please, come alone. There’s a pub called The Queen’s Goblet. I’ll be waiting for you there.
Remus Lupin
P.S. Don’t worry. I’m safe and well.
Harry refolded the letter quickly and placed it in his book bag. He noticed Ron and Hermione’s curious looks. “Lupin just wanted to say he was proud of me,” he explained, hoping they wouldn’t press for more information.
Harry’s head swam with questions. What did Lupin need? Was he in some kind of trouble? He’d assured Harry he was safe, but Harry knew Lupin wouldn’t have written such a letter if something weren’t wrong.
Tbc….
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 2 Chapter 1
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Date: 2006-04-02 12:11 am (UTC)You’re a gem, I must say.
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Date: 2006-04-02 02:00 am (UTC)Er, the rest of it was good. *bright smile*
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Date: 2006-04-02 07:35 pm (UTC)But your first two chapters seem more polished than the third. Were you in a hurry, or didn't have it betaed? Just a few errors that I noticed:
“Because of he brought Death Eaters
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“But have these people don’t even know him,”
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this is not the only I’m writing to you.
You left out "reason."
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:08 pm (UTC)Nice chapter. I loved the part where Ron got a spider. And the professor who flirts with him. Teeheehee!
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Date: 2006-04-03 02:18 am (UTC)aww poor draco, no one wants to be his friend. *giggles* ;)
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Date: 2006-04-03 06:56 am (UTC)Post more soon! ;)
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Date: 2006-04-03 03:52 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry.
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Date: 2006-06-18 02:28 am (UTC)Very well done, enjoying it immensely.