Resorted

Chapter Sixty

Wow... this is a lot longer than I originally intended...

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   Dressed in his clothes, Draco ascended the large stairs to the Headmasters office. Draco’s own clothes however, still consist of a black suite and a black turtleneck with perfectly polished shoes. Although, Harry managed to talk Draco out of sticking his hair to his head twenty-four seven. In Draco’s opinion, a room that is visited around once a month does not need this many stairs to it.
 
Reaching the gargoyles, Draco scowled at the loathsome, eroding bits of mossy cobble. They sneered back with slit, green eyes with a ferociousness he expected. “Lemon me rang pie.” He scrunched his nose up like the aroma was foul and turned it up as much as he could. Obstinately, the rotting gargoyle nodded then grew stiff in the uncomfortable position as it moved, scraping the white stained stone again while it did so.
 
Walking in slightly further, Draco faced the grand door over three his size wondering how Harry felt staring up at it and using his small (well, smaller than Draco’s) fist to knock on the door. In quick succession, Draco knocked politely against the polished wood and was curious why that part looked freshly installed but the gargoyles would look more at home in an abandoned mansion.
 
A faint, “come in" was softly said from the other side of the door. For how twisted and tainted Dumbledore’s ideas were, Draco had to admit he was a very intelligent man and a person you were compelled to listen to. Draco was disgraced he had to open that door when a gargoyle could push aside an entire wall. Disregarding that fact to a rant he will have with Blaise, Draco pushed the door open: the wooden colour contrasting his light white skin.

Stood up, Dumbledore was behind his chair and the blonde teen assumed he didn’t want Draco to sit down either. So Draco walked closer to the seats but just far enough away he was waiting for approval to continue. “Mr Black, what is it I can do for you? Given the unexpected and rare visit, I daresay it must he important.” That was Draco’s que to step forwards and he did, until he too was stood behind the chair.
 
Draco cleared his throat and pulled at his waistcoat, adjusting it like it would give him more confidence. “Do you care about Harry?” he asked because, the blonde saw no point in ‘beating around the bush' as muggles may say.  
 
“I care for all my students, Mr Black.” Replied Dumbledore like any teacher would to anyone. But Draco wasn’t just anyone and Dumbledore wasn’t any old teacher.
 
Draco, containing his anger rather well, placed both his hands at his sides perfectly straight. “Sir, I would have to disagree with you. For example: first year, you hired Quirrel who you did now was Voldemort. The tasks laid out to reach the philosopher’s stone in the mirror, that Harry happened to stumble upon months prior, were extremely simple- so simple first years could do it. I feel like I am correct in saying that was all planned, to make Harry believe he has to beat Voldemort, so he does not stray from the path of being your weapon.
 
Second year, although unknowing of what Lucius had done, you still kept the school open even though, kids under your care were being petrified.” Draco argued like he was speaking to a brick wall with the impassive face in front of him, “I do not mean offence to Hagrid, but, you hired him as the Care teacher even though, he has no teaching qualifications or experience, there is no written work set even with a written examination and no safety guidelines.” Standing perfect still, Dumbledore listened to all his listed philanthropical decisions.
 
“Thirdly, as a headmaster you are meant to keep your students health as top priority, which was not the case when hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament with the knowledge people have died. I do not even think I should relay your wrong doings from fifth year. Finally, why can’t you just tell Harry about the seven Horcruxes, instead of having philosophical conversations with someone who wouldn’t understand them all?” Taking a deep breathe, Draco calmed himself to face Dumbledore with cold and impassive eyes.
 
“Those who run before walking face more hurdles than those that crawl to begin with.” Replied Dumbledore, finally taking a seat. Not surprising himself, Draco knew what Dumbledore meant and did not agree with the statement. “I see Harry has shared everything with yourself.”
 
“Yes, we do not keep secrets that will affect each other’s lives.” He took the bait and swam after it because of a nibble, “But you don’t know anything about that, do you, Headmaster?”
 
“Mister Black, I see you have strong opinions on this subject and your anger is well placed. However, I know what I am doing.” Dumbledore’s voice was as calming as normal agitating Draco even more, “It may not be the conventional way you would prefer. However, it is still the way I intend to follow.”
 
Protesting, Draco folded his arms, “Headmaster-”
 
“Mister Black, I think it is time you left for the train. You wouldn’t want to make Harry worried.” Begrudgingly, Draco followed Dumbledore’s hidden order and heavily walked to the door, aggressively turning the knob, “Oh and Mister Black? You may want to follow your statement of honesty.” Was his last comment, sinking Draco’s stomach to the pit of his body.

Jogging to Harry who was chatting with Hermione, his mind debated against its self. The things he was hiding (his talk with Dumbledore and Octavia), Draco knew they both meant an awful lot to Harry. Firstly, Dumbledore was a parental figure to Harry. Secondly, the information he’s withholding may hurt the trust between them. However, he argued that Harry didn’t need to know everything he was doing and he didn’t need to know everything Harry did either.
 
Sneaking you behind Harry, he slid an arm around the smaller teens waist and kissed his hair. Instinctively, Harry went to hit the person who was touching him, not knowing it was his boyfriend. “Harry, it’s Draco!” Hermione warned, knowing exactly what Harry was about to do.
 
Sighing, Harry hit Draco on the chest lightly, “I thought you were a stranger you prat!”
 
“Nice to know you only have eyes for me, Ry.” He said, bending down to give Harry an Eskimo kiss.
 
“Why can’t you two keep your hands to yourself for the space of at least five minutes?” Sighed Hermione, shaking her head in amusement. Hair done up; it was in a messy bun placed randomly on her head. Concluding, Draco thought she hadn’t had enough sleep and would most likely want to be alone with Pansy in peace and quiet for the majority of the journey.
 
Leaving Harry to talk with Hermione, Draco calmly walked to Blaise and Pansy deep in conversation about something or the other. Most likely a certain Gryffindor. “I didn’t know he was staying until five minutes ago!” Seethed Blaise, pushing his head out for affect.
 
Smiling smugly at being right, Draco took pleasure in his best friend’s distress. “Longbottom, I presume?” Draco asked them both and Pansy shook her head.
 
“Well, yes and no.” She replied, worry farrowing her brow and Draco thought this might be more than a joke. “Longbottom is staying for the Winter Holidays, but so is Huckabee.”  
 
“Is one of your groupies coming back to bite you?” Teased Draco, he just couldn’t miss this opportunity. “Look, just tell Huckabee up straight that you’re done and it’s going to go nowhere. If he can’t take the hint then hex him.” He finished off, Blaise giving a nervous nod just as the train went off.
 
“We have to go!” Called Hermione and she shifted her handbag on her hip that was no doubt full with books. Draco shook Blaise's hand, clambering on the train with Pansy, Hermione and Harry. Finding a compartment, Draco and Harry sensed they wanted to be alone, so they went for a compartment on their own.

Harry closed the door with a locking charm and lowered the curtains. Sighing, he flopped in the seat beside Draco and tugged the blonde’s arm so it rested over his shoulders. “You could’ve asked, you know.” He laughed. Ignoring him, Harry smiled as he rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, bringing his arm down to his waist. “You would’ve said yes.” Looking up at Draco through his dark lashes, Draco focused on the pure green iris'. Leaning down, he softly kissed Harry on the lips- just because he felt like doing so. “Are you okay?” Harry asked. Draco hummed, nodding. Sitting in silence, Draco waited for Harry to sleep and rested against his warmth until he shone light on the feeling of guilt.
 
Never did Draco remember closing his eyes to a light kiss on his lips. “Hey.” Harry whispered, caressing his cheek. Maybe it was the lighting shining through the curtains, but to Draco Harry looked so much like an angel. Unconscious, Draco took both his hands and smoothed Harry’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Hey.” He replied, smiling at Harry’s smile from the loving touch. “We at the station then?” His voice so rough and deep it made Harry blush.
 
 Shaking his head, Harry placed a sweet kiss on Draco’s cheek, “No, but I’m bored.” He leant jumped in his seat like a spring.
 
“So, you,” he poked Harry’s side, “decided waking me from my beauty sleep was the best idea?”
 
“Oh, like you need beauty sleep.” Groaned Harry, “Shut up.” He told Draco who was smiling smugly, “I just wanted to talk! I feel like we haven’t talked all day.”
 
“Minus three hours when we woke up, the two where you were meant to be packing, and during breakfast.”
 
“And that is besides the point.” Draco’s eyes were already dropping, “Hey, no. You’re up and you cannot go back to sleep.” It was too late. Draco had already succumbed the abyss of silent blackness, and envelopes of relaxation.

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Question time:
. How do you think Harry will react if/when he finds out what Draco's been hiding?

. What's your opinion on Draco's rant? Do you agree or disagree?