Title: Summer After Year Six.
Author: madlodger
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Pansy/(will find out later)
Feedback: Concrit welcome (Constructive Criticism:)
Beta's: Slashy Snitch
Disclaimer: This is all J.K.Rowling's fault. What did she think was going to happen, selling ten billion copies of fantasy fiction to highly imaginative people. I do not own any characters from her books, I only borrow them to play with. Sadly no money is being made out of my fanfiction.
Summary: This story will be Draco/Harry slash with some minor mention of Hetero pairings. It takes place after book 6, Draco turns 17 on June 5, Harry- July 31st. The lemon won't happen for a while but it will happen. Pansy is Draco's best girl friend (but not a girlfriend). I am tired of reading Pansy bashing as well as Ron and Hermione being killed off. It won't happen here. Voldemort is still at large. Dumbledore is still dead. The fic is mostly Canon compliant but some discrepancy will occur. The story ends before year 7.
Concrit is welcome, this is my first fic and I am trying to improve.
Chapter warnings: Pile of naked teens, Solo male action, Attempted non-con, Girl as a friend
Chapter 1: Welcome to Adulthood, Draco.
Draco was not a happy Elf. Well, maybe he was happy some days; being the only heir of one of the oldest -and wealthiest- Elvin lines, but even getting 100 galleons a week allowance can't guarantee total happiness. You see, Draco was deprived of the most basic freedom, the freedom even 17 year old goblins and trolls possess, and that is the freedom to his brains out with as many willing partners as possible. And with Draco's Elvin good looks, they would line up around the block, no doubt.
Only, that was not possible at all. Not possible until getting properly married, that is.
Elves were amongst the most powerful beings across all known realms, far outstripping wizards in that regard, but certain rules should be followed and traditions observed -or the power lost.
Presently, Draco was writhing and moaning, entangled in the shimmering, blue silk sheets of his grand platform bed. The same old dream captured the young man, more vivid then ever.
In the dream he was completely naked, the same way he slept, and in his own room. The bed was impossible to see, so many...
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Just like that, Draco was ripped out of Dream Heaven and thrown into the Hell of Early Morning Reality.
"!!!!" Draco mumbled, staring at the high ceiling of his huge brand new bedroom. Early morning sun poured in through the tall, open windows, reflecting off matte gold finish; lighting the room with happy golden glow. Strangely, the house elves neglected to shut the window curtains last evening. 'Oh!!!!, there are no house elves in this place...'
So hot, ready to boil over, blue silk clinging to the sweaty body. Draco crawled over to the dry spot and settled high into the fluffy, blue pillows; long legs spread wide, wet skin cooling off. 'I never get to go all the way; Merlin, damn it! Not even in the !!!!!!! dream' Draco oozed with disappointment.
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... "Mmmm...", he growled. Draco closed his eyes and imagined the slender body of his dream. Gently curved back; slender arms. So delicate. The person was on their knees; all Draco could see was dark, messy hair, down to their shoulders...
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. 'That looked a lot like Pansy. In her witches disguise. !!!! .' He remembered the first time he'd seen the said disguise, like it happened yesterday:
First year, Hogwarts Express. The train started moving towards Draco's new freedom, leaving parents behind for the first time. Eleven year old Draco was ecstatic. Oh, the fun he planned to have. He stalked down the corridor looking for Crabbe and Goyle, who were supposed to secure a compartment for the three of them. Someone tapped him on the back. Draco turned around and looked the short, dark haired witch up and down.
"Yes?" he sneered. 'Damn plebeians, touching already.' Draco mentally shuddered. He was not used to being around non-elves, but knew well about their inferiority.
"Could you help me, sir," she whimpered in a small voice, batting blue eyes helplessly and pouting slightly. Cute, upturned button nose and short dark hair, cut into a shic bob. She really was kind of cute, in a lost puppy kind of way. Draco always wanted a puppy.
"What can I do for you?"
"I am not feeling too good." Little witch swayed on her feet and leaned on Draco for support. He blinked at the fluffy, dark head on his chest and realized how much he liked it. Elves looked much the same; with their tall, pale bodies and long blonde hair and blue eyes. This was new and much more interesting. Draco patted the helpless puppy on its head.
"You can sit with us," he decided and started moving down the corridor again, pulling his new pet with him. Crabbe opened the nearby compartment's door, looking out for Draco. Draco stepped in and pushed the little girl inside.
"Sit."
She timidly sat down, whimpering a bit. Crabbe and Goyle stared at her from the opposite seat, huge like boulders. Draco sat with them.
"My name is Draco. What's yours?"
"It's...it's..." She squeaked, looking intimidated and covering her cute puppy face with trembling hands.
"Yes?"
The little witch inhaled and straightened out, gracefully lowering small hands into her lap. She looked Draco straight into the eye and sneered.
"Pansy!" she exclaimed in the oh, so familiar, low confident voice.
Draco's jaw hit the floor. Crabbe started shaking on his left. Pansy raised a dark eyebrow, sharp eyes glowing in mirth.
"Were you going to train me, Draco? Honestly! Sit?"
Crabbe kept shaking, like a human size earthquake, pressed to Draco's side.
"Pansy?!?"
Pansy finally dropped back into the seat and started laughing like a maniac.
"Ha, ha, ha! One... Ha, ha, ha! One and... ha, ha... only!"
"You were supposed to be home schooled!"
"Yeah, that... ha, ha, ha... had changed."
"Parents came home?"
"Oh, no."
"Oh, shit! YOU did it! YOU enrolled yourself!"
"Of course!" Pansy started laughing again.
"Genius! What about the tutor?"
"Dismissed."
"Who did your disguise?"
"Auntie Martha, of course... ha, ha... one and only!"
Draco started laughing now, his chest swelled with pure happiness. He jumped to her seat and hugged his best girl friend. He could not believe she'd done it. Pansy was always smart and mature for her age but, this was impressive on a whole different level. Maybe her parents being always away helped that. Draco was jealous of that fact, he only wished he had all that freedom. Lucius did not approve of their friendship, thinking Pansy too low on the Elvin Pureblood Scale, but this was the only thing his son did not budge on. Lucius left it alone for the time being, too preoccupied by Elvin-human politics and keeping a double life in a wizard's disguise.
"You've really changed yourself!"
"This is exactly the way I want it."
"And I thought Crabbe and Goyle went overboard." Draco and Pansy looked across at the two large boys, shaking in silent laughter. Crabbe had tears pouring down his pudgy face.
"That was a good one, Pansy!" Goyle was able to annunciate.
"I think... ha, ha, ha... I peed in my pants!" Crabbe squeezed out.
Everybody started laughing again from the simple fact of being reunited. It dawned on Draco that this is the happiest he had ever been. 'This is going to be the best year ever! The four of us together. Perfect!'
'There is no way I could be pure after this,' Draco decided. He reached to the white marble bedside table, grabbed his wand and waved it, pointing at himself; sending a silent incantation. His sticky skin tingled and glowed pure white, tiny white sparks raising from the surface, almost as if the young man was an elf-shaped sparkler.
"Amazing, still pure."
Smiling, Draco hopped off the mess his bed had become and went to the bathroom; dying sparks following the boy in a long trail. Draco showered and dressed in light summer robes. He was very thirsty now from all the late night drinking.
Draco stood, staring at the empty breakfast table for a good three minutes before accepting the fact that there really were no house elves. He could handle that. He was not a child anymore. Modern, state of the art elvish kitchen, welcomed the hungry youth with bright morning light. After some experimenting; Draco managed to make himself a tray with a coffeepot, a milk jug (nonfat, of course) and some slightly burned cinnamon raisin toast.
Draco took the tray to a Talk Corner, located in the corner of his bedroom. He placed it on a white marble coffee table and sat down on a blue velvet couch. The clock on a wall across from him, read 7:30. Draco picked up 'The Teenage Elf's Survival Guide' by Tinny Bullwiggle, from the side table and stretched on the couch, munching on toast and turning pages of his all time favorite book.
"...Imperative to stay pure until bonding... blah, blah... Do not engage in reproductive sex- we know... Impregnating an unbound partner will result in the permanent loss of magical power potential from 47 and up to 68 due to inability to enter the final stage of individual magical pathway development known as 'The Great Leap'."
As always, Draco shuddered, hating the idea of a person stuck in the state of childhood powers forever.'Depressing !!!! .' He turned some more pages through the well worn book.
'To maximize your final power development, an Elf and their partner should be at the maximum purity level at the time of marital bond ritual. Any loss of purity on either side will result in a corresponding loss of powers for both parties involved... 'still depressing'... In order to achieve maximum purity it was always believed that no sexual contact of any kind or solo action should occur prior to The Great Leap bonding ceremony. Modern research, however, has unveiled certain loopholes which could be used to the advantage of teenage Elves around all Elven Realms... 'Aha, getting to the good stuff...'.
Draco got busy rereading his favorite part about pros and cons of said loopholes. 'The Guide' was his obsession for the last two years, ever since Pansy gave it to him for his fifteenth birthday. The book was disguised as 'Pureblood lines of First Realm' and Draco kept it on his bedside table, to his parents total satisfaction.
Due to the knowledge from the book, the young Elf was receiving !!!!!!!! for two years now, from the witches and wizards of Hogwarts. Never from an Elf and never twice from the same person. No genitals touched. He preferred to not even know their names to avoid any sort of emotional involvement or, Merlin forbid, love. Because of this attitude he was named 'The Ice Prince of Slytherin' and received undeserved recognition as Sex God. Way too many people had told inflated stories about those one-sided encounters.
The clock chimed eight times. Draco dropped the book on the floor and sat up, facing Talk Mirrors. Three high definition, large and tall, Talk Mirrors stood not a four feet away, reflecting Draco, the coffee service and a blue-white tapestry behind the couch. The elf pointed at the middle one and said: "Pansy's Corner!"
Immediately the mirror lit up and shown the reflection of Pansy's Talk Corner, all done in black and silver. Powerful drums could be heard from the other side, letting Pansy know who was calling. Draco had all three mirrors set to double the size of persons he was talking to and the maximum visual clarity. He knew that Pansy's were just regular 1:1's and much smaller, but she had five of them.
"Coming!" Pansy's low voice shouted from the distance.
Draco poured himself a second cup and sat back, sipping the heavenly hot liquid.
In five minutes Pansy appeared in the mirror, wearing a black bath robe and holding a steaming cup in her graceful hands; shining gold hair loose, falling down to the narrow waist like a powerful waterfall. Draco took a minute to admire the beauty in front of him. Pansy, for the lack of a better word, was stunning. She stood six feet tall, as any regular Elvin female, but her looks were not regular at all, and were the object of envy from other women.
Her healthy pale, pink skin, was tight and absolutely unblemished, the figure slender with mind blowing curves and zero fat, and on top of it, Pansy had a face of an angel. Everything about her was glowing, from rich hair and huge dark blue eyes to the last perfect toe.
Only when Draco became fifteen did he understand why his best girl friend had changed appearance so drastically to go to Hogwarts. She made herself short and changed her hair to dark and short also. Her facial features were adjusted slightly to make them just average, while still recognizable, and the Elvin healthy glow was reduced to that of a normal witches. The only thing Pansy never changed were her intelligent eyes. 'Eyes are the windows of one's soul, they are all I need to represent myself.' she had explained to Draco.
He had to agree. He did not change his light silver orbs either, but not for any deep philosophical reason, he was just in love with his looks too much. The boy changed his pointed ears to human shape, like they all did, but other things did not change much. He had himself shrank a bit and became a bit skinnier and pointier, reduced skin and hair glow and left his face almost untouched. That caused a lot of problems with him attracting tons of unwanted attention from girls and many of the boys. The older Draco became the more problems came his way and keeping purity inviolate, became a daily struggle.
Draco worked hard to prove himself for things other than looks. He became a number one student, with Mudblood Granger close behind, and a number two All School seeker, being bested big time by Perfect Potter. The young elf was additionally involved in his fathers Wizarding Politics, believing that it was a good learning experience for a future political career.
In the end, none of it mattered, and Draco came a hairs width close to losing his purity on a cold November night.
He was sixteen and they just barely won the Slytherin/Ravenclaw match, by ten points. Ravenclaws used their wits to the full advantage; playing a shockingly dirty game. They had correctly deducted that Cho Chang had zero chance to win against Draco's superior skill and centered on winning by points instead. To achieve that, they apparently figured out how to cause fake fouls. Foul happened after foul, and penalties kept mounting, pissing Draco off big time. He figured out what was going on early in the game and was aggressively hunting down the Snitch. He cut it, barely, while the next foul was in the making; winning by a pathetic ten points.
Slytherins had thrown a huge party in the Slytherin's common room. Draco was too worn-out to enjoy the festivities fully. He had a couple of drinks and finally was able to diplomatically disentangle himself from more and more obnoxious admirers, and slip away to his own room. Being a Prefect, he used the option of having his own room and relished this extra privacy.
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Pansy was sitting on her bed, holding a colorful magazine in one hand and a glass of pink wine in another. Half eaten, open box of Honeyduke's Squeaky Cherry Chocolates and a half empty bottle of wine sat on the bedside table. She was pretty drunk, and her black silk pajama top hung open. Pansy practiced wandless magic, staring intently at the picture in the magazine and muttering under her breath. Nothing seemed to happen.
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They sat like that for a minute, blinking at each other, breathing hard. Pansy looked down Draco's body, and performed the only wandless spell she could do well. He glowed pure white, pretty white sparks flying off hot skin, lighting the bed with soft light. The boy moaned in relief and collapsed into Pansy's open arms. She guided the boy's heavy body to the side, pulled the top blanket completely around his limp form and held her friend tight.
"So, Draco," she said contemplatively, when Draco's breathing slowed down, " am I still a paranoid mother type for turning your candlestick into a Portkey?"
Pansy gently sat on the black leather couch of her Talk Corner, holding a large silver cup with both hands. Her collection of ancient silver vases shone brightly behind her back. They stood out prettily against black walls.
"Good morning, love!" Draco said cheerfully.
"Shhh, not so loud..." Pansy's eyes were painfully squinted.
"Sorry," Draco whispered. "You did get sick, huh?"
"Of course. You know I'm allergic to alcohol."
"What's in the cup?"
"Purifying herbal tincture."
"So, what's new?" Draco asked lazily.
"Since yesterday? Hmmm... My parents are still away..."
"As usual. Where to now? I forget."
"Oh, let's see... Father is in The Fifth Demon Realm and mother at the Seven Seas Golden Resort."
"Nice! I was going to spend my honeymoon there."
"In the Demon Realm?" Pansy teased.
"Depends on who I will end up married to. Being eaten alive by demons does sound like a good idea right now."
Pansy started quietly laughing, wincing a bit.
"I see you looked through The Album already."
"Of course I did. Worse birthday present ever." Draco hung his head. He spent half of the night looking through the Elvin bride directory before throwing the disgusting thing into a wall with a scream and collapsing onto fluffy pillows.
"I feel for you, sweetie. Are the girl selections as bad as the boy's ones?"
"Worse! I got 198 options and the only one I can stand for more then five minutes is you. Dear Pansy, will you marry me?"
"Right, like your father will ever let that happen."
"We'll elope!"
"Draco, gross, you are talking incest here!"
"We aren't really related!"
"You are the baby brother I never had."
Draco choked on his coffee. He wiped his chin with a blue linen napkin and screeched indignantly: "By three months! I am only younger by three months!"
"Indeed!" Pansy shook her pretty head and smiled indulgently. "Such tempers those youngsters have." She swallowed some of her revitalizing herbal tea and became serious again. "Draco, you know perfectly well that your father will not accept anyone below top ten and I am not even in the top hundred."
Draco knew it all too well. Pansy's ancestors did practice The Old Ways too long. They insisted on the old Soul-mate Binding a long time after The Reform. Because of it, Pansy's line was contaminated with the blood of Veela, Goblins and even Mundane Wizards more then others. Her auntie Martha was rumored to have bound herself to a centaur. No one had actually met him and all nine of Pansy's cousins looked absolutely normal. Parkinson's grandfather finally accepted The Reform and married at seventeen and up, by the Album. He was so far down the list that money had to exchange hands. His son did the same and Pansy's position was calculated as 113. Draco happened to be the number two on the list, making him the butt of Pansy's jokes since she received her Album three months ago.
They drank from their cups quietly, Draco looking at Pansy's shiny vases and Pansy down at the tea cup. She downed the last of it and set the empty cup on the small coffee table in front.
"Do you realize that I only have 167 boys in my Album? We have a 31 men shortage this year."
" I know. We don't need to worry though, I am in the Top Ten and you already have three stalkers, Miss Beatiful."
"One for every month of adult life." Pansy said bitterly. "But I wonder what is going to happen to 31 girls who can't find a husband."
"They'll find someone."
"Like who?"
"A widower, perhaps or an elf from another realm."
"Urgh! Things just don't make sense anymore. They did not have this problem in the olden times."
"All they cared about in the olden times was soulmates! You could have an Ogre for a mate, how'd you like that!?"
"Maybe..."
"Yes?"
"If they were REALLY a soulmate then maybe it wouldn't BE so bad."
Draco sat up sharply and pierced Pansy's dark blue eyes with his own light gray ones.
"What is going on?" He demanded.
"Nothing." She answered innocently.
"You know better then lying to me, Pansy!!!"
"Merlin, you sound just like your father right now."
"I resent that! But Pans... Are you interested in someone?"
"Perhaps."
"WHO IS NOT IN THE BLOODY ALBUM?!"
"Draco..."
"You know how much trouble you'll be in if they find out? Who is it? Someone from Hogwarts? A WIZARD?"
"Calm down!"
"I can't! You'll get yourself banned out of realm and I'd have no friends!"
"You have Crabbe and Goyle."
"They are nothing like you!"
"I think I am going to talk to Auntie Martha."
"She is- what- 500 years old!"
" Exactly! She has wisdom." Pansy stood up. "I've got to go."
"STOP! V-CHECK!"
The young girl wandlessly whispered an incantation, not taking her eyes off Draco's. Her beauty became unearthy in the intense white glow. Pansy raised her golden eyebrow pointedly and disconnected their mirrors.
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