PAIRING: Draco and just about everyone he meets? Eventually Draco/Harry though(yay!)
WARNING: This is slash. Or it will be very soon. S-L-A-S-H for those of you who didn't glean that from the summary. Or the pairing. Or the first time I mentioned it in the warning. If you're a homophobe what ON EARTH are you still doing HERE?! Hit the back button now dearie.
RATING: PG13 (for now!)
DISTRIBUTION: Any archives "Yes!" Others please ask, I'll say yes but I'd like the URL.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine, no money being made.
SPOILERS: Future. Sirius' name is cleared. They're 16.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I promise to have Rematch 7 up by next Sunday. It'll be worth the wait, considering it's the NC17 bit (FINALLY). I know you guys are getting impatient. The title for this fic is a spin off of the title "The Further Adventures of Pig (and Ron)" BlackRose has graciously given her permission for me to name my fic accordingly. You really should check out Rose's work if you haven't, she's great!
FEEDBACK: Oh, please? I'll love you forever
DEDICATION: To The Childe, and again, BlackRose for making the title possible. Thanks you two.
ALL THOUGHTS IN "...." and emphasis in *....*
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The Further Adventures of Draco (in Leather)
Chapter One
Inspiration: Getting the Bike
Like many people that end up on adventure; it all began with a simple mistake. In Draco's case, it was his own mistake, but he never regretted it for two reasons. One: It probably saved his life. And Two: Draco Malfoy did not admit to error on his part. Therefore he still maintains that it was due to "A Greater Plan Of The Cosmos" that one random night on summer vacation Draco Malfoy ate too much chocolate.
At sixteen (going on seventeen) most people understand their bodies. Draco understood that his body was sensitive to sugar, he really did understand that, he just chose to ignore the fact. It seemed like a good choice when he was eating Belgian pralines and imported Turkish Delights, but now, laying in the dark, sugar racing through his veins, his choice seemed a little less ingenious. He was too hyperactive to sleep. Draco scowled at no one in particular and commanded Sleep to come. Nothing happened. He muttered and rolled over, and that's when he felt it.
A concentration of Dark Magic. Now Draco was a Malfoy and was used to the amount of Dark Energy that his father and even the Manor itself could generate. What he was sensing now was even more power than from a typical Death Eaters' meeting. It felt as though the Dark Lord himself were here…
Draco's superior intellect combined with the extra boost of sugar resulted in an epiphany of biblical proportions:
Lord Voldemort had an intensive new recruiting campaign directed at young wizards. Death Eaters had been ordered to set the example. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had been initiated last month.
"Uh oh" thought Draco mildly, going for the calm, understated approach. "They've come for me. It's *my* turn."
This would have been welcomed (especially seeing as Draco couldn't sleep and was quite bored) except for the fact that Draco didn't *want* to be a Death Eater. You see, Draco had carefully investigated the career and it seemed that Death Eaters didn't have much fun. Draco could see his life before him, a montage of work, drudgery, peril, skirting the law and…and…MORE work! He shuddered at the thought of all that tedium for some malformed, serpentine boss. Draco was beginning to panic. As if on cue, lightening streaked across the sky and loud thunder rumbled ominously enough to spur him into action.
* * *
Well, he was packed. His dragon-hide designer satchel sat waiting on his bed. Enchanted to be bigger and lighter than it appeared, the black bag was filled with everything Draco considered necessity:
His smallest mirror
His journal
His favourite robes
Chocolate!
All his savings (quite a considerable amount)
A sketch pad
Dark lead pencils
The onyx brooch bequeathed him by his grandfather
His gold plated telescope
A down filled sleeping bag
Soap
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Hairbrush
His ebony music box that played his favourite childhood lullaby
Now all that stood between Draco and Freedom was the little fact that he was trapped in the Manor. Well, not *trapped* per se. Malfoys preferred to think of it as keeping others out, not themselves in - what reason would a Malfoy possibly have to leave the fold?
Regardless of the definition, there were only three places in the vastness of Malfoy Manor that a wizard could apparate and disapparate from: The dungeons - and only Lucius knew the spell to access them, His parents' bedroom - which Narcissa kept locked for reasons Draco didn't want to *begin* to contemplate, and the main hall fireplace - where the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord were probably convened right now.
Well, if Draco went to speak to his father and asked him to let him into the dungeons the answer would undoubtedly be replied would something along the lines of : "Later son, it's time for your initiation." And there would be know way he could talk his way out of *that*. And seeing as Narcissa always left the house when there were D.E. all-nighters, he couldn't get the bedroom key from her.
"Oh bugger!" thought Draco. He was going to have to barrel in on the meeting, hop into the fireplace and illegally disapparate to Hogsmead. Without getting caught. Oh well, at least he had chocolate in his bloodstream…
* * *
Draco stood just round the corner of the main hall. He could hear the Death Eaters gathering, make out the sibilant hiss of Voldemort, who was speaking with Lucius about Draco's potential. Draco took the risk of being sensed when he cast a protection spell and an agility spell over himself.
"Oh well," thought Draco wryly, "this is one story they're going to be recounting for a while."
And he ran into the hall…
* * *
Draco only managed to catch it all in glimpses; the chaos that he caused. He was running very fast, a blur of blond hair, a swirl of black robe. He discerned the looks of confusion on every Death Eater's face. He caught the vicious look on his father's as Lucius Malfoy looked from the running boy to the looming fireplace and realized Draco's intentions. Draco turned his head and noticed the cruel, amused expression Voldemort was wearing. Draco gave silent thanks to the element of surprise, they were all to stunned to do anything. Draco guessed it was less than a ten second sprint until he slid into the fireplace, skidded to a halt and whispered the words "Hogsmead"
He was gone instantly, he hadn't even spared a goodbye.
* * *
Draco knew had couldn't stay in Hogsmead long. But he was stuck, he hadn't been able to retrieve his broom from the outbuilding containing all the outdoor sports equipment. He also couldn't apparate anywhere, his father was easily able to trace him that way - blood bond and all that. It was only a matter of time until he was traced to the little village, and not much time at that.
Draco shifted his backpack and dismally walked the shadows of the main street. He paused when he caught sight of a familiar (unfortunately) face through the windows of the Three Broomsticks Inn. Harry Potter was eating out with his Godfather. He'd moved away from his muggle relatives and in with Black when the suspected murderer's name had been cleared last year. They were oblivious of his presence and companionably talking round their meal.
It was during this meaningless observation that Draco had his second flash of brilliance that night. Anyone more modest would accredit it to all the chocolate. Everywhere Black went that damn hulking machine called his Harley seemed to be looming somewhere in the shadows. Could Draco be so lucky that they had bought the bike into the village with them? There was nothing outside the front of the Inn but that meant nothing. Draco walked round to the little alleyway on the side of the Inn and held his breath. There she was, glittering black and gleaming polished metal. Draco approached slowly, quite in awe of the bike and what he intended to do. He hiked his robe thigh-high and swung his leg over the machine, effectively straddling it and gasping at the coldness of the seat against his skin. Draco put his hands on the handlebars and breathed deep, relishing the smell of the leather. Gods, the thing wasn't even moving and he already had to have it!
Draco fumbled for his wand, flicked his hair out his eyes and set about trying to activate the bike . . .
* * *
Harry and Sirius startled when they heard the unmistakable sound of the motorbike taking off. They came barreling out the Three Broomsticks only to run slap-bang into a very testy looking Lucius Malfoy. In the confusion Draco made his escape.
He was already getting the hang of riding in midair. The bike was beginning to feel like a part of him. When he'd first turned it on *it* had turned *him* on. The heavy rumbling throb of the engine between his legs, the steady vibrations coursing through him from the motor, the deep purring sound reminiscent of a great cat. Draco gave in and moaned throatily, before kicking off and heading East - towards his destiny and the soon-to-be-waking sun.
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A/N: That's it for now. Lucius, Sirius and Harry all begin to track down poor Draco. Their POV's included all in Chapter 2. Draco only gets his leather in Chapter 3. Slashy-ness and innuendo in Chapter 3 as well. Comments and ANY suggestions will be gratefully accepted. Review on your way out. Thanks.
Bracken ^ _ ~
WARNING: This is slash. Or it will be very soon. S-L-A-S-H for those of you who didn't glean that from the summary. Or the pairing. Or the first time I mentioned it in the warning. If you're a homophobe what ON EARTH are you still doing HERE?! Hit the back button now dearie.
RATING: PG13 (for now!)
DISTRIBUTION: Any archives "Yes!" Others please ask, I'll say yes but I'd like the URL.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine, no money being made.
SPOILERS: Future. Sirius' name is cleared. They're 16.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I promise to have Rematch 7 up by next Sunday. It'll be worth the wait, considering it's the NC17 bit (FINALLY). I know you guys are getting impatient. The title for this fic is a spin off of the title "The Further Adventures of Pig (and Ron)" BlackRose has graciously given her permission for me to name my fic accordingly. You really should check out Rose's work if you haven't, she's great!
FEEDBACK: Oh, please? I'll love you forever
DEDICATION: To The Childe, and again, BlackRose for making the title possible. Thanks you two.
ALL THOUGHTS IN "...." and emphasis in *....*
___________________________________________________
The Further Adventures of Draco (in Leather)
Chapter One
Inspiration: Getting the Bike
Like many people that end up on adventure; it all began with a simple mistake. In Draco's case, it was his own mistake, but he never regretted it for two reasons. One: It probably saved his life. And Two: Draco Malfoy did not admit to error on his part. Therefore he still maintains that it was due to "A Greater Plan Of The Cosmos" that one random night on summer vacation Draco Malfoy ate too much chocolate.
At sixteen (going on seventeen) most people understand their bodies. Draco understood that his body was sensitive to sugar, he really did understand that, he just chose to ignore the fact. It seemed like a good choice when he was eating Belgian pralines and imported Turkish Delights, but now, laying in the dark, sugar racing through his veins, his choice seemed a little less ingenious. He was too hyperactive to sleep. Draco scowled at no one in particular and commanded Sleep to come. Nothing happened. He muttered and rolled over, and that's when he felt it.
A concentration of Dark Magic. Now Draco was a Malfoy and was used to the amount of Dark Energy that his father and even the Manor itself could generate. What he was sensing now was even more power than from a typical Death Eaters' meeting. It felt as though the Dark Lord himself were here…
Draco's superior intellect combined with the extra boost of sugar resulted in an epiphany of biblical proportions:
Lord Voldemort had an intensive new recruiting campaign directed at young wizards. Death Eaters had been ordered to set the example. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had been initiated last month.
"Uh oh" thought Draco mildly, going for the calm, understated approach. "They've come for me. It's *my* turn."
This would have been welcomed (especially seeing as Draco couldn't sleep and was quite bored) except for the fact that Draco didn't *want* to be a Death Eater. You see, Draco had carefully investigated the career and it seemed that Death Eaters didn't have much fun. Draco could see his life before him, a montage of work, drudgery, peril, skirting the law and…and…MORE work! He shuddered at the thought of all that tedium for some malformed, serpentine boss. Draco was beginning to panic. As if on cue, lightening streaked across the sky and loud thunder rumbled ominously enough to spur him into action.
* * *
Well, he was packed. His dragon-hide designer satchel sat waiting on his bed. Enchanted to be bigger and lighter than it appeared, the black bag was filled with everything Draco considered necessity:
His smallest mirror
His journal
His favourite robes
Chocolate!
All his savings (quite a considerable amount)
A sketch pad
Dark lead pencils
The onyx brooch bequeathed him by his grandfather
His gold plated telescope
A down filled sleeping bag
Soap
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Hairbrush
His ebony music box that played his favourite childhood lullaby
Now all that stood between Draco and Freedom was the little fact that he was trapped in the Manor. Well, not *trapped* per se. Malfoys preferred to think of it as keeping others out, not themselves in - what reason would a Malfoy possibly have to leave the fold?
Regardless of the definition, there were only three places in the vastness of Malfoy Manor that a wizard could apparate and disapparate from: The dungeons - and only Lucius knew the spell to access them, His parents' bedroom - which Narcissa kept locked for reasons Draco didn't want to *begin* to contemplate, and the main hall fireplace - where the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord were probably convened right now.
Well, if Draco went to speak to his father and asked him to let him into the dungeons the answer would undoubtedly be replied would something along the lines of : "Later son, it's time for your initiation." And there would be know way he could talk his way out of *that*. And seeing as Narcissa always left the house when there were D.E. all-nighters, he couldn't get the bedroom key from her.
"Oh bugger!" thought Draco. He was going to have to barrel in on the meeting, hop into the fireplace and illegally disapparate to Hogsmead. Without getting caught. Oh well, at least he had chocolate in his bloodstream…
* * *
Draco stood just round the corner of the main hall. He could hear the Death Eaters gathering, make out the sibilant hiss of Voldemort, who was speaking with Lucius about Draco's potential. Draco took the risk of being sensed when he cast a protection spell and an agility spell over himself.
"Oh well," thought Draco wryly, "this is one story they're going to be recounting for a while."
And he ran into the hall…
* * *
Draco only managed to catch it all in glimpses; the chaos that he caused. He was running very fast, a blur of blond hair, a swirl of black robe. He discerned the looks of confusion on every Death Eater's face. He caught the vicious look on his father's as Lucius Malfoy looked from the running boy to the looming fireplace and realized Draco's intentions. Draco turned his head and noticed the cruel, amused expression Voldemort was wearing. Draco gave silent thanks to the element of surprise, they were all to stunned to do anything. Draco guessed it was less than a ten second sprint until he slid into the fireplace, skidded to a halt and whispered the words "Hogsmead"
He was gone instantly, he hadn't even spared a goodbye.
* * *
Draco knew had couldn't stay in Hogsmead long. But he was stuck, he hadn't been able to retrieve his broom from the outbuilding containing all the outdoor sports equipment. He also couldn't apparate anywhere, his father was easily able to trace him that way - blood bond and all that. It was only a matter of time until he was traced to the little village, and not much time at that.
Draco shifted his backpack and dismally walked the shadows of the main street. He paused when he caught sight of a familiar (unfortunately) face through the windows of the Three Broomsticks Inn. Harry Potter was eating out with his Godfather. He'd moved away from his muggle relatives and in with Black when the suspected murderer's name had been cleared last year. They were oblivious of his presence and companionably talking round their meal.
It was during this meaningless observation that Draco had his second flash of brilliance that night. Anyone more modest would accredit it to all the chocolate. Everywhere Black went that damn hulking machine called his Harley seemed to be looming somewhere in the shadows. Could Draco be so lucky that they had bought the bike into the village with them? There was nothing outside the front of the Inn but that meant nothing. Draco walked round to the little alleyway on the side of the Inn and held his breath. There she was, glittering black and gleaming polished metal. Draco approached slowly, quite in awe of the bike and what he intended to do. He hiked his robe thigh-high and swung his leg over the machine, effectively straddling it and gasping at the coldness of the seat against his skin. Draco put his hands on the handlebars and breathed deep, relishing the smell of the leather. Gods, the thing wasn't even moving and he already had to have it!
Draco fumbled for his wand, flicked his hair out his eyes and set about trying to activate the bike . . .
* * *
Harry and Sirius startled when they heard the unmistakable sound of the motorbike taking off. They came barreling out the Three Broomsticks only to run slap-bang into a very testy looking Lucius Malfoy. In the confusion Draco made his escape.
He was already getting the hang of riding in midair. The bike was beginning to feel like a part of him. When he'd first turned it on *it* had turned *him* on. The heavy rumbling throb of the engine between his legs, the steady vibrations coursing through him from the motor, the deep purring sound reminiscent of a great cat. Draco gave in and moaned throatily, before kicking off and heading East - towards his destiny and the soon-to-be-waking sun.
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A/N: That's it for now. Lucius, Sirius and Harry all begin to track down poor Draco. Their POV's included all in Chapter 2. Draco only gets his leather in Chapter 3. Slashy-ness and innuendo in Chapter 3 as well. Comments and ANY suggestions will be gratefully accepted. Review on your way out. Thanks.
Bracken ^ _ ~