Harry's Chocolate

In the Way

Draco likes chocolate. Draco likes chocolate a lot.

So when Harry was in the hospital wing alone with his tons of chocolate from adoring fans, Draco couldn't help but want to pay him a visit.

However, there were many problems with this.

The first was that he couldn't get away from Pansy. She was currently nuzzling his shoulder with her pug face and no matter how much Draco poked her, she wouldn't go away. He tried kicking her, but she just wrapped her legs around his like a koala. He tried to push her, but found that her death grip on him was likely to require a crow bar. He whispered at her to get off, but she just giggled and sighed

"Oh Draco, you romantic you!" He told her normally, but she paid no heed.

He yelled at her, but was ignored by everyone, except everyone, except Pansy. Now Draco had an entire hall of people watching him trying to get rid of Pansy Parkinson. He thought about biting her, but dismissed the idea on the grounds that:

He made a face and contemplated Avada Kedavra, but brushed that thought away too. Harry wouldn't like that. Harry would get mad. A mad Harry was a mean Harry and a mean Harry would mean no chocolate. Draco pouted. He needed to get to Harry and his chocolate now.

Just then, Crabbe and Goyle walked in. Salvation at last.

Right, into the hallway. No more messing about. The hospital wing was on the other side of the library, which was near the back of the castle. If he took a shortcut through Ravenclaw Common Room, he should get there in about...Crabbe? Goyle?

He took a step forward and they did too. Then he took two steps, three. They did too. He took a step back as did they. He walked forwards before breaking into a run suddenly. When he stopped, they were right behind him.

Draco turned around and glared at his two shadows who stared back at him. He cleared his throat, but they didn't do anything. He tried giving them an evil, but they didn't even blink. Getting annoyed, he stamped his foot and pointed towards the direction of the Great Hall. In unison, they turned their heads to look for a second, before turning back and looking at Draco. Exasperated, Draco leant forwards, bent his head down, stuck his arms out in front of him and charged at them.

CRASH!!!!! He rammed into them and bounced back into a suit of armour. Crabbe and Goyle walked over stiffly to help him up. Still glaring, Draco brushed himself off. They looked dully back to him.

Struck by inspiration, Draco transfigured the fallen helmet into a cute little dog. He told the dog to stay, and out of the corner of his eye, he noted with a little satisfaction that Crabbe and Goyle were watching, mildly interested. When the dog stayed obediently, he patted him on the head and showered heaps of praise on him. He turned to face Crabbe and Goyle. Over-exaggerating his 'master' posture, he instructed them to stay. They didn't move. He took a step, and another, and another, before sprinting around the corner. Cautiously, Draco scaled the wall to take a peek at them. They hadn't moved. Neither had the dog.

Draco grinned and started walking again. His grin faded as he realised he'd gone the wrong way around because of those idiots and was now heading the long way around, past Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin Common Room. He pondered going back momentarily, but decided against it. Malfoys never retreated.

Draco went on and was not surprised when a bright flash stopped him. Resigned, he looked for the source to find Colin Creevey with his dreaded camera, grinning manically at him. Draco took out his wand and held out his other hand for the camera. Creevey looked back at him defiantly. Thus, began a glaring contest wherein Draco used every technique known to man to stare down Creevey.

Something was not right. Instead of backing down, the gleam in Creevey's eyes began to turn more...lustful. Worried, Draco clutched his wand tightly, but stubbornly refused to look away. He attempted a Snape 'look of death' to try and frighten the younger boy away, but quickly halted in his efforts when he noticed the boy begin to salivate.

Just as he was debating between a disturbing Dumbledore smile and a DIE!YOUBASTARD!DIE! Voldie, Draco was horrified to find that Creevey had not only pounced on him, but was pulling hard at his trousers. (o_0)

Draco let out a girly shriek that was instantly regretted, taken back and replaced with a manly war cry. He grabbed the camera that was lying forgotten by Creevey and smashed it over his head, effectively knocking him out. That done, Draco pushed the offending prone form of Creevey away, stood up and tossed the remains of the camera to the floor.

He made to leave when the portrait to Gryffindor suddenly opened. There stood mini Weasley, assessing the situation with growing rage. She ran over and bitch-slapped him.

Draco looked at her in disbelief. Wasn't she going out with Longbottom? Ginny flushed, but continued to look at him defiantly, daring him to say anything, or try to leave without reviving Creevey. Draco snorted, the redhead obviously hadn't realised that a Malfoy never backed down from a challenge. Especially not one that he could win.

Ignoring her indignant squeals, Draco hoisted Ginny over his shoulder and walked towards the open portrait door. Taking careful aim, he hurled her in the direction of the furthest armchair with all his strength. It wasn't enough and he winced when she landed painfully, and aggravatingly in a heap just in front of the chosen target.

He shrugged and turned to continue with his surprisingly difficult journey when he was met with a trembling Neville Longbottom.

He stared at the shaking fool before motioning for him to move aside. Longbottom's chin quivered for a moment, before his eyes darted over to the pile of Ginny that was in no obvious rush to get up, and he seemed to gather new resolve. He planted himself firmly in Draco's way, all the time trying to hide the pee stained patch by his groin. Draco raised an eyebrow. Fool, he thought, it's not like I can do anything bad to you that Harry wouldn't mind. As Draco pondered his next move, he was surprised to hear a spell shouted and the Longbottom falling down in a body bind. He looked up to see Hermione and Ron giving him understanding smiles. Ah, the only way to stop a persisting Longbottom. Giving them a nod in acknowledgement, Draco walked away to resume his quest for chocolate.

Draco was thankful when he finally left the Gryffindor area. Suddenly, he felt something hit him. Startled, Draco reached a hand behind his head. Snow.

Peeves.

Draco kept walking forwards. Again he was hit. He grit his teeth and began power walking. Three mysterious Spring snowballs hit him simultaneously. Too angry to think straight, Draco turned around and began yelling at the air behind him using every profanity under the sun. (And some above no doubt). Then, Draco heard it. A distinct sniggering somewhere to the left of the painting of Merlin. Pointing his wand over there quickly, he shot a revealing spell towards the gap.

Peeves emerged doubled over in silent laughter at Draco swearing at nothing. Draco was quite miffed that the poltergeist found his tirade so amusing. He personally thought that he had displayed quite a good imagination and skill in the art. However, Peeves didn't seem to care. He was so busy laughing that he didn't notice that Draco had conjured a special poltergeist leash for him. A nifty little spell; dark, but not against the rules. He had been wondering when he would be able to use it on the annoying spectre.

Peeves looked at the leash uncomprehendingly at first. Draco smirked and gave it a tug. Peeves begrudgingly began to admire the spawn of Malfoy. He agreed to show Draco a quick way around Hufflepuff. Draco was pleased. He allowed Peeves to sing on the way as a reward. He heard a particularly entertaining one about McGonagall and what she got up to in feline form.

Draco has a...different sense of humour.

All of a sudden, the leash he was holding was attacked. A big black dog was biting the leash furiously as if to show his disgust of the thing. Draco dropped his hold on it and it disappeared, allowing Peeves to bounce off the walls and away.

Leaving Draco stranded.

Draco glared at the dog. It barked happily at him. Remus appeared beside the dog and greeted Draco. Draco didn't reply. He just glared at them, trying to think what he had done so wrong that everyone and his dog were coming after him when he just wanted chocolate. Remus looked at Draco and motioned towards the dog, as if expecting Draco to recognise him. Draco did no such thing and instead carried on staring at the old DADA professor. Sighing, the man and dog looked at each other, considering a transformation. Draco didn't move, only kept on glaring. His eyes were quite tired from all the evils he had been giving by now, but people were just begging for it today.

Remus asked Draco if he recognised Snuffles. Draco rolled his eyes. Did he look like he recognised him? He was lost in some random corridor with a freaky man and his dog. A dog he had never seen in his life, looked vaguely like a grim, which further went to prove that he had never seen it in his life as his family only liked French poodles, and the man was relentless.

Out of nowhere appeared Dumbledore. Yay. Draco thought, let's wave the little white flag in surrender now. Of course, Dumbledore being Dumbledore, knew everything, what he was doing, thinking and feeling. He gestured first to the little gargoyle just out of sight, which signalled his office was just over there so he did not appear out of nowhere. Then he clapped a hand over Draco's shoulder and told him that giving up was for the weak, which was probably the only thing in the world that he could have said so Draco wouldn't give up. The old man was too knowledgeable for his own good, even if he couldn't read minds. Dumbledore gave an enigmatic smile. He announced that he was old and tired and asked Remus and Sirius to join him in his office for some tea so Draco could be on his way to see Harry.

Draco paused. Sirius??? He turned to look just to see the dog's tail wagging merrily as the gargoyle swung shut. Draco shook his head for the zillionth time that day and made a mental note to bring it up tomorrow. Like, when he wasn't on his way for Harry's chocolate...and getting desperate about it.

Draco was nearing his own Common Room now. He was just wondering why there had been no more hitches in his journey when he was tripped by an obstructive leg. He turned to glare at the owner, but was greeted with a specifically only today unwelcome sight. Any other time he'd have been fairly pleased. But today...it was just...too much.

Blaise and Seamus were sprawled naked on the floor, watching him. Seamus winked suggestively and Blaise purred. Draco gulped as Blaise pulled himself out of Seamus although he was quite obviously not finished and began crawling seductively towards him. Blaise straddled Draco, who was not aroused only because he was still pissed off at being halted in his mission. Seamus spread his legs invitingly and Blaise made a 'come and play' gesture. Draco shook his head firmly.

Pouting, Blaise rubbed himself over Draco and asked if he was sure. Draco nodded firmly. Blaise shrugged and pounced back onto Seamus to continue with their shag fest, in the hallway. In the hallway, where everybody could see them, being the exhibitionists that they were.

Draco got up to brush himself off. He was about to go when two pairs of hands grabbed him and pulled him back. Two equally slobbery kisses were planted firmly on his cheeks while Draco struggled against the tight holds of Blaise and Seamus.

It was at this point, that Cho Chang showed up.

Now usually he had nothing against the Asian Ravenclaw seeker.

However, this was not just any day. This was the day that he was off to see Harry and his chocolate. This was the day that he was being stopped at every turn from seeing Harry and his chocolate.

Cho Chang was Harry's ex. This had probably entitled her to a LOT of chocolate.

Plus, right now she was squealing about queers, indecency and how gay inter-house relationships were.

A textbook homophobic closet homosexual.

Draco hated homophobia.

Draco took out his wand and turned her into a cockroach.

Seamus began squealing because he didn't like cockroaches.

Blaise used his shoe to flatten it.

Seamus was happy.

Blaise was happy that Seamus was happy.

Draco was worried. Would Harry get upset that Chang had died? An upset Harry was as useful as a mad Harry.

The world kept revolving. Draco assumed that this meant it would be alright. No one liked the bitch anyway and technically, he wasn't the one who had killed her.

Suddenly, the lights went out. There was a freezing gush of wind and a horrific scream. A blaze of flame later, Voldemort appeared. He held a branding iron and beckoned for Draco to come over. Draco shook his head. Voldemort frowned, he beckoned again, to be rejected again. Voldemort began to lose his short temper. He conjured up pictures of beautiful women, gold, flowers and even the enchanted Lego set that Draco had had his eye on since he was seven. It was all in vain. Draco looked at him blankly before shaking his head again. Voldemort twitched and whipped out his wand. He brandished it menacingly, but Draco stood firm, looking at him rebelliously. Voldemort looked into Draco's mind, which took a lot of energy and you could only read the most exposed thing there, to find the reason for this unexpected insolence. CHOCOLATE??? Voldemort was dizzy from the exertion already and he finite-d his incantem-ing and stared hard at Draco.

The image in the air turned into a chocolate factory. This could not entice Draco for some reason and Voldemort went that one step further. Cadbury's chocolate factory.

Draco shook his head. Voldemort furrowed his brow. Why wasn't it working? Draco seemed to take pity on him and tapped his head as an invitation to Voldie. Voldemort used up all his strength to read Draco's mind again. HARRY POTTER'S CHOCOLATE. Oh dear.

Just as Voldemort was about to blast the insolent Malfoy brat into smithereens, Mummy and Daddy Malfoy came to the rescue. Wearing almost nothing.

Draco covered his 'virgin eyes' with a groan. He uncovered them just in time to see the wheedling elder Malfoys manage to soothe the irate Voldemort with promises of new and exciting sexual positions. He shared a look of gratitude and understanding with his mother before she turned to keep the Dark Lord's attention away from her son. Lucius remained for a moment and father and son stood together as Draco realised that his parents were supporting his decisions and priorities, however different they were from theirs. He looked at Lucius with newfound respect and saw in his eyes what words could not say. Run you blooming fool.

As Draco left this time, his heart brimming with joy at the new discovery of hope to keep him going, his mind blocked out the disturbing sounds of a breathless Narcissa squealing

"Oh you Dark Horse Lord you!"

On with his travels and he was so close. Draco could feel a sense of foreboding. What is it now? He turned around to glare at the latest barrier.

Severus. Of course he'd be here, just because everybody else vaguely important has come to stop him already, it wouldn't mean that his own GODFATHER could leave him alone. He glared at Severus. Go away. Severus looked surprised. Why was Draco being so moody? Severus was always nice to him and favouring him and praising him. He hadn't even said anything when Pansy had come crying and complaining that Drakey had ordered Crabbe and Goyle to beat her up if she didn't leave him alone. Severus continued to look at his godson. Maybe he was ill...

Draco wanted to tear his hair out in frustration. How was he going to get out of this one? Severus could be so damn annoying when he thought Draco was unwell. He'd made Draco miss a whole month of preparation school (where children born into wizarding families go to learn to read and write) when he had fallen off a swing and grazed his knee. Worse still, he didn't like the Hospital Wing and preferred to feed Draco with malodorous potions rather than turn him over to Madam Pomfrey.

Severus wondered what he should do next. It was all very well stuffing Draco with his own concoctions when he was eight, but the boy was a cranky adolescent now, and he had no problems with biting the hand that feeds.

The two continued to gaze at each other. Finally, Severus cleared his throat, and tentatively asked the volatile teen where he was heading. When told stonily, Severus considered the possibilities. He could stop his godson from his goal and send him back to his room, drag him to his office and try to cure him of his moodiness and then the teen, who was liable to explode at any moment would try to murder him in his sleep, OR, he could let his godson on his way, let him get nabbed by Madam Pomfrey, be cured, and not be mad at his godfather. Severus scratched his head. Why weren't choices always this easy?

Draco blinked as Severus waved him on his way. Well that was...interesting. Draco broke into a wide grin.

Good old Severus. He and his godfather understood each other.

The door to the Hospital Wing was in sight. Draco could almost see Harry dozing lightly, taste the sweet mountains of chocolate...CRASH!!!!!!

Draco looked up and over the ample bosom, into the face of Madam Pomfrey. He looked at her imploringly before turning his longing gaze towards the Wing. She shook her head, tapped her watch and then tapped her foot. And so this was how it ended? After all those mishaps and severe mental trauma, he was simply sent back to his room because it was after curfew? Grumbling, Draco made his way (problem free for some reason) back to his room. He flopped onto the bed and cried.

He wanted chocolate.

A loud hoot caught his attention. He looked up and saw Hedwig looking at him proudly. Tied to her leg were a package and a note. Curiously, he picked up the note and read it.

Draco,

You didn't come so I assumed you were having problems getting here. I missed you today so I enclose my invisibility cloak with this note and I hope you will visit me soon!

Love Harry

XXX

Draco smiled at the note and quickly unwrapped the cloak.

As he approached the door to the Hospital Wing, Draco felt slightly wary, would anything else happen to keep him from his chocolate? Pushing the door open, Draco tiptoed to the only occupied bed in the room, which as expected, was surrounded by huge mounds of get-well presents; the vast majority being chocolate.

The patient opened his lovely green eyes and stared into thin air until two pools of mercury materialised, accompanied by a soft smile.

Draco leaned in to kiss his Harry, revelling in the taste of chocolate that lingered in his mouth after an unsuccessful attempt to finish the edible gifts whilst in the Hospital Wing with nothing to do.

Yes, Draco loved chocolate.

But it was a chocolate tasting Harry that made it worth going through all the problems he's had today, tomorrow, any day.

It was a chocolate tasting Harry that made him keep going.

End.