Categories > Books > Harry Potter > Changes Within and Without

Two

by marietsy 7 Reviews

Harry Potter is tired of being the Boy Who Lived and Dumbledore's Golden Boy. He decides to change his image and embrace his Slytherin side but he needs help. Who will help him? Why Malfoy of cours...

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: PG - Genres: Humor, Parody - Characters: Harry, Neville - Warnings: [!] [?] - Published: 2005/06/24 - Updated: 2005/06/24 - 1749 words

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of Harry Potter and company. I do not make money off this story. I am only borrowing them and will sadly give them back at the end of the day.

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CHANGES WITH AND WITHOUT
by Marietsy

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CHAPTER TWO


Draco Malfoy was sitting in front of his vanity mirror. He gazed at himself with a critical eye, and gasped in horror at the sign of a new pimple. He quickly grabbed a bottle of pimple remover and applied the potion to his skin. He sighed with relief when the small red dot disappeared. He put down the bottle, grabbed a small jar of moisturizing cream, and gently applied some to his face. He set the jar down and looked at his hair. It was perfect, not one hair was out of place. Satisfied with his appearance, he got up from the small chair and walked away from the vanity.

He lay on the bed carefully, not wanting to crease his silk robe. He skimmed through Quidditch Weekly, humming cheerfully under his breath. The morning passed by quickly and he was startled out of his thoughts by an owl flying through the open window.

"Hedwig?" he asked, surprised.

The owl landed on the bed and held out her foot. Draco gently took the parchment that had been attached to her foot and sat up. He leaned over to the side table and pulled out a bag of owl treats. He selected one, putting the bag away, and turned to Hedwig, giving her the treat. She hooted her thanks and quickly ate it.

Not many knew of his and Harry's friendship, only Snape and Dumbledore. They had become friends after Harry's godfather died. Harry had come back to school a different person; quieter, withdrawn, a little more confident and a lot more powerful. Draco hadn't known until later, but Harry had been getting private lessons from several Aurors and teachers. At first, Draco had sneered at the Boy Who Lived, but then he began to become intrigued by the boy. He had watched as Potter had begun to ignore his friends. He had noticed that Potter spent more time in the Library and less time playing Quidditch.

Draco had found Potter in one of the abandoned classrooms in the dungeon. He had been reading a book, desperate for the time away from his rather nosy friends. He had begun to insult Potter when Potter had just looked at him and quietly asked him if it was him or his father talking. He remembered how he had spluttered with shock and stared at Potter. The raven-haired boy had then quietly said that if Draco really wanted to be friends then maybe they could give it a try. Potter had given him a shy grin and said, "Call me Harry."

Draco could remember how he just stood there and stared at him in complete bewilderment. Finally, with a shrug of his shoulders and a "what the hell," he had walked over and sat next to Harry. They had spent the next several hours just talking about nothing. When they got up to leave, Harry turned to him and grinned at him. "I'm glad we had this time to get to know each other. You wanna meet again sometime? Talk some more?"

Draco had looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that."

After that, they had met everyday and their friendship had blossomed. It had been a couple of months into their friendship when Professor Snape finally discovered them. They had been in the deserted classroom that had become their hangout and they were arguing about Quidditch. Harry had started laughing at something Draco had said when they both heard someone clearing their throat. They froze and looked at each other in shock. They had tried hard to hide their friendship, as it wouldn't have been good for anyone else to know. With dread, they turned towards the door and winced as they saw Professor Snape standing in the doorway of the room. He had been looking at them with an unreadable expression. Draco trembled in fear, as he knew that Snape was a Death Eater. He knew that Snape would tell his father, and Draco feared that either he would be punished, or his father would take this opportunity to try to capture Harry.

Harry had become his best friend. He'd never had a friend like Harry and he didn't want to lose him, but he would if it meant keeping Harry safe. He watched as Snape looked at them both and sighed. Draco turned towards Harry with a fearful expression and was surprised by the look of trust he gave Professor Snape. He knew that Harry didn't like the man so he wondered at the expression.

Snape coughed and Draco turned back towards him. Snape looked at them both and with a grimace, he turned back towards the door. He paused and looked over his shoulder towards the two young men. "Potter, you know as well as do I that there are those who would use your friendship. Be sure to keep the door locked, please. If I could find you, then someone else could too. Be wary at all times."

"I will, Professor Snape. Tell the Headmaster not to worry. I'm in good hands," Harry said politely.

Draco looked back at him and saw Harry smiled at him. He heard Snape grunt. "Yes, I suppose you are. Good day, gentlemen." With that, he stalked out the room and shut the door behind him. Harry got up and with his wand, cast a locking spell on the door. He also cast a silencing spell and turned back to Draco. With a sheepish look towards Draco, he said, "Sorry. I totally forgot about the locking spell."

Draco gaped at him then with a gasp he burst out in horror. "Snape's a Death Eater, Harry! He'll tell my father. Oh Merlin, I'm so dead. Wait, no, he'll use me, and you'll be dead," he exclaimed in a panic.

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Trust me Draco, things are not as they seem when it comes to Professor Snape. You'll be fine. He won't tell anyone."

"How can you say that?" Draco screeched. "My father told me personally that Snape was a Death Eater. He'll tell my father then my father will come get me and kill me. Or worse, he'll lock me up in the dungeon and then my hair will get brittle and I'll lose the lovely glow to my face. Harry, I'm too pretty to be locked up," Draco wailed.

Harry gaped at him then started to snicker. Draco crossed his arms and pouted. "It's not funny. I'm being serious."

Harry continued to laugh. "I know. That's what makes it so funny." Harry calmed down, walked over to Draco, and sat down. "I know I can trust you, so I'm going to tell you something that is supposed to be a secret. If you ever tell anyone this then someone could die," he told his blonde friend seriously.

Draco looked a little scared, but with a look of determination, he said, "I won't tell anyone."

Harry smiled at him. "I know you won't. Ok, Snape is a spy for Dumbledore and has been for close to twenty years."

Draco stared at him, his expression shocked. "Are you serious?" he whispered.

Harry nodded his head. "Yep. Don't worry about him telling your father. It won't happen. I may not like the man personally, but I trust him with my life. In fact, I have a couple of times. He's also giving me lessons I need to help defeat Voldemort."

Draco winced at the name and Harry rolled his eyes. "So, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. You're safe from the big bad dungeon. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were gay."

Draco gasped, outraged. "I am not gay. I like woman just fine, thank you very much. I just happen to take care of myself." He gave Harry a once over and frowned at him. "You obviously don't have a clue how to take care of yourself. You look like an orphan child," he said with an indignant sniff.

Harry grinned wickedly at Draco. "Yep, that would be me."

Draco frowned at him. "It's not something to be proud of you know."

Harry rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Fine, if I ever decide I need a make over, I'll come to you all right?"

Draco's eyes began to shine with a light that frankly scared the hell out of Harry. "Oh, that would be glorious. I already have so many ideas."

Harry shook his head. "Yeah, well that'll be a long time coming. For now, we need to continue our conversation about Quidditch. I still say you're wrong on the..." They had continued the argument that Snape had interrupted. For the rest of the school year, they had met in that abandoned classroom. He had seen Snape look at the both of them in bewilderment, and sometimes he shook his head. Draco didn't care because for the first time in his life, he had a friend that he didn't have to be the Ice Prince with and he enjoyed it immensely.

Draco smiled at the thought of his friend and opened the note. He began to read and his eyes widened and began to shine. He gave a loud squeal of excitement and jumped off the bed. He rushed over to his desk, picked up the quill and wrote his response.

Harry,

Great Merlin, I never thought the day would come. Of course, I'll help you. I'll meet you the day after tomorrow and we can go shopping. I'll bring a portkey since I know you don't have your apparation license yet. Oh, this is going to be glorious.

Your friend,
Draco


p.s. I'm not a damn drama queen you prat.

He rolled up the note and walked over to Hedwig. He attached the note to her foot. "Take that back to your master if you would, please."

Hedwig hooted and flew out the window. Draco stood in the middle of the room, bouncing on his feet. He shivered with glee, turned and walked into his very large walk-in closet. "I'm gonna give Harry Potter a make over. I'm going to give Harry Potter a make over," he sang at the top of his lungs.

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Revised and Reposted January 26, 2006
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