Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

Infuriating Interest

Harry blinked at the snake but decided all his questions and such could wait for another time. He had a decision to make; Keep the basilisk or don't. Although that wasn't really much of a decision since he knew for a fact anything except keeping the basilisk would result in plain death for not only the unfortunate who managed to lock eyes with the creature but the poor snake as well.

It probably didn't help that he had a bit of a soft spot for snakes as well and being able to keep one as a companion was a small riskless rebellion against the Dursleys and their snake killing ways. (You talk to a snake one time and everyone loses their mind, sheesh!) Harry still had nightmares about some of the things Dudley and his gang did when they caught one of his little snake pals...the hissed screams were haunting, the words and pleas that only he could hear echoing in his mind. It sent shivers down his spine.

The real decision was; who to tell...or should he tell anyone at all? Ron would take a bit of convincing perhaps, especially after the whole chamber of secrets thing that happened with Ginny. Hermione, well by the time shed agree she would already have told the highest authority she possibly could. Fred and George...well Fred would try and kill the snake all by himself until he understood George was completely fine and then they'd probably use the snake for their pranks.

"Harry?" Hermione called hesitatively the bathroom door creaking softly.

Without a second thought harry gave the basilisk a pointed stare before stuffing him in the pocket of his worn jeans.

"It's safe." Harry called back letting his hand linger in his pocket.

"GEORGE!!" The cry from Fred was heart-wrenching as he slid down and clutched his brother, clearly not getting the memo that he was indeed alive.

"He's alive...I'm guessing he saw it through moaning myrtle." Said Harry as he awkwardly shuffled his feet. He felt bad for not telling his friends about the fact that he still had the basilisk.

"What happened to the basilisk?" Ron asked one hand clamped firmly over Malfoys mouth and the other holding his shoulder very tightly.

"This should be interesting." The basilisk practically crooned from his pocket. If the snake wanted trouble it sure picked the right person.

"it...slithered away." Said Harry managing to make his face look ashamed and disappointed by the end of the sentence. Harry quickly noticed the rather skeptical looks so he jumped into action.

"Hermione, you should help Fred get George and Myrtle to the infirmary." Harry suggested. The frizzy-haired witch nodded eagerly and set to work on trying to get Fred to understand his brother was not dead, although he seemed to still be in a state of shock.

"Should we really take myrtle though...I like her this way." Ron said with a lopsided grin.

"Ronald." Hermione scolded giving him a glare before turning her attention back to Fred.

"It's the tru –" Ron began only to let out a rather unmanly squeak as Malfoy bit down harshly on his hand before bolting away.

"Why that little bugger. I'm gonna –" Ron started setting off after the blonde but Harry stopped him.

"You should be with your brothers, I'll deal with Malfoy." Harry said ignoring the hissed cackling in his pocket. Ron gave him a thankful look before heading over to the other two. With a sigh, Harry set off after the blonde, even if Malfoy got a head-start Harry was confident he could catch up with him before he got to do anything substantial. It only took a few minutes before Harry had caught the blonde.

At first Malfoy had a good lead and was pretty fast with his long legs. Harry however had years and years of practice on his side. Harry hunting although it may not be the best memory at least had something good come out of it in the future. Besides a severe dislike for bullies.

With a final leap, he tackled Malfoy to the harsh groan ignoring the two groans, one from the basilisk in his pocket and the other from Malfoy. Harry didn't feel particularly bad when Malfoy hissed out in pain when Harrys rather bony knees dug into his back. He wasn't a fan of violence but if anyone deserved a little bit of pain it was the blonde beneath him.

"Get off me yo –" The words turned into a strangled whimper as Malfoy tensed beneath him. It only took a few moments of utter confusion until Harry realized the basilisk in his pocket was no longer the basilisk in his pocket but the basilisk sitting right in front of Malfoys pale pointy face.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed at the creature quickly scrambling off of the blonde and snatching up the troublemaking snake.

"Helping." The basilisk replied giddily.

"He's going to tell someone and then I'll get expelled...arrested and you'll get killed." Harry tried to explain to the basilisk completely forgetting about the blonde.

"No, he won't." The basilisk purred, well as much as a snake could purr.

"And why the hell not?" Harry asked growing incredibly frustrated with the snake. It just couldn't seem to give him a straight answer without going in circles a few times.

"Because you're a slytherin...with a basilisk...and he's a slytherin...with half a brain." The young basilisk said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

At this point, Malfoy had stopped cowering on the floor, well he was still laying on the floor. But was now watching the two others converse in a language of drawn out hisses. It was fascinating and rather entrancing as he watched what he could only assume to be a rather angry conversation. (If Harrys expressions were anything to go by)

"Malfoy?" Harry snapped not looking away from the basilisk in his tight grip.

"Yes?" The blonde tried to make his voice sound calm and perhaps mildly annoyed but it still wavered slightly as the remnants of fear still remained.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this." It wasn't a question although it wasn't much of a statement either.

"If I do?" Malfoy sneered gaining back some of his pride as he stood up. Harry finally turned to look at him, with a look that practically summed up why he was placed in Slytherin of all places. It was cold, calculating, and commanding. The commanding part he had seen in many of the glares and stares the Ex-Gryffindork had sported. But there was something entirely different about the boy in front of him now. There was nothing Gryffndorish about him. There was nothing that remotely reminded him of Harry Potter at all.

"Then you just might see how pretty a basilisk eyes are." Said Harry before stalking off, shoving the scaly creature back in his pocket pointedly.

Malfoy didn't move, he stood there and watched as whoever that was stalked towards the dungeons. You simply don't learn a stare so piercing and make a mask so clod overnight, not even harry potter could pull of such a feat. Learning proper control of things that our not simply meant to be controlled is a difficult task, like trying to tame a blast-ended-screwt. Suddenly potter became a lot less infuriating to the blonde and all the more interesting.