Hogwarts Pretty Boy- Sequel to Durmstrung Pretty Boy (2 of 3)

Chapter 23

When we sit down to eat dinner, Blaise gives us a smug look. The padded black cuffs are a bit warm.

We silently decided that Harry could dominate my left hand, become his dominant hand is his right.

I look to him and ask "Pass a breadstick, please." He grabs me one with his left and I take it in my right "How's your mushroom ravioli?"

He nods "It's good. Wanna try it?" I shrug and he gives me a bite. As I nod, he asks "How's your vegan lasagna?"

I give him a bite and he hums "Is it good?" He nods and I declare "I think I'm going to stuff my face with pasta."

He scoffs "Just remember that we're not allowed to unlink during bathroom breaks."

I look to his ravioli "Was there any dairy in that?" He shakes his head and I nod, before continuing with my food.

Ginny gives a confused look "Wait, are you... are you lactose intolerant?" I nod and she asks "Why didn't I know that?"

I shrug and Harry declares "He's got explosive shits." I press my lips into a fine line and he chuckles "Yeah can hear his stomach knotting up."

I sigh, before shoving a ravioli into his mouth. He furrows his brow as he chomps through it "They don't need to know what happens inside of my bowels."

He shrugs, before kissing my shoulder.

~

The only time anyone noticed the cuffs, is in the Room of Requirement, when Harry leads me through the room.

When we walk up to Choo and Cedric, Cedric asks "Are you... why are you... what?"

Harry scratches his forehead, before I point to Blaise "Long story short, that peice of shit, stole the key, and refused to give it back, until we agreed to stay handcuffed for twenty-four hours."

Choo gives a cute little amused giggle, before asking "How long do you two have left?"

I think for a second, before Blaise states "They've got and hour and a half left. And they're doing shockingly well."

I chuckle smugly, before flipping him off as Harry leads me away.

~

A couple of months pass, and Hagrid has returned. Now, I've never met Hagrid, but Harry told me about Hagrid having a giant for a brother... or something.

On this day, patrons charms leap, fly, swim, run, and slither throughout the room, like a disheveled parade; although, it's beautiful in it's choas.

Harry smiles at me "Come on, Draco! Give it a go!"

I take a moment, before whipping my wand "Expecto Patronum!" When nothing happens, I sigh.

He furrows his brow "Think of your favorite memory of your mum. Or the feeling of her around."

I give a weak smile, before wiping my wand again. Memories of my mum playing games with me fill my head "Expecto Patronum!" And then I see my mum's dead body.

I remember watching her body drop. I was there that day. My mind blocked it out, not being able to cope.

Nothing happens.

Harry takes in a deep breath and declares "Now with Lucius."

I cock an eyebrow to him "In case you haven't noticed, I don't have great memories of Lucius."

He furrows his brow "Go on!"

As I thing of my childhood, I remember him carrying me around on his shoulder, being extremely careful of my head.

And as soon as I cast the spell, nothing happens.

Harry hums, before asking "Krum?"

I remember pillaging the first year's trunks for sweets, just because they were first years.

When I cast the spell, nothing happens.

He sighs, before declaring "What about-"

"I get it!" I interrupt, before telling him "Every memory I have, is tainted with some shit, okay? With every good thing, there's a bad thing. With every bad thing, there's a good thing. That's how I compartmentalize, so I can stay afloat."

He gives a weak smile, before nudging me on "Give it another shot."

I cross my arms and insist "I can't do it, Harry! I simply don't have any strong enough memories!"

He sighs, before declaring "Once your done with your pity party, I'll be back. Keep working."

I furrow my brow and lean against the wall.

Not a minute later, a booming vibration radiates through the Room of Requirement.

As the wall comes crashing down, Crabbe and Goyle pull Choo and Cedric into our view.

~

During our OWLS, there's a crackling in the halls. In confusion, I look up from my exam and look to Harry.

He shrugs as Headmistress Umbridge goes to investigate. When she opens the doors, fireworks dance through the hall, spending extra time tormenting the three stooges, and Umbridge.

We followed the fireworks out to the courtyard and watched the beautiful colors dance and explode in a magnificent symphony of empowerment.

And as I stand there, watching in amazement, someone in front of me starts to fall.

And as they fall, their outline seems familiar. It's not until his on the ground that I recognize those circular glasses.

When I run to his aid, Hermione meets me there and Harry stares up at us "Sirius." Is all he tells us.

~

As we run through the DADA classroom, Harry insists "We've got to save him!"

When we crash into Umbridge's office, he ducks next to the only open floo tube in Hogwarts, Harry declares "We'll send an owl to Dumbledore from the ministry!"

"You will do no such thing!" Umbridge speaks behind us.

When we turn, I find she is disheveled, grimy, and, by some strange happening in hell, she's uglier than usual.

Filch stands behind her, as equally greasy, dirty, and foul as ever. Misses Norse sits at his feet.

And behind him, I can see Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle, poking their heads into frame to try to see what's happening.

They're as neat as ever, and they look as if they were the perfect students; if you didn't already know them.

And worst of all, Pansy Parkinson stares in at me, like a lion ready to jump.