Title: The Black Star
Author: AileenDickinson
Summary: His godfather is dead and Harry decides that it's time to cut the strings from the old twinkle eyed puppeteer, start revealing his secrets and live his life as he wanted to. There's a new star in the Black tapestry. Independent! Smart! Powerful! Harry - Character bashing- slash-
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance, Adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: There will be Character bashing, mainly Dumbledore/Ron/Hermione/Ginny/Molly Bashing!
Slash pairing(s ?) . Don't like, don't read.
Author Notes: First of all, I would like to remind you that I'm Italian and there is a possibility that you will find spelling mistakes or the occasional wrong word, I will do my best to write correctly and double check.
Now, onto the story, I know that many love the old headmaster but personally I don't like him very much. Dumbledore will not be evil, but the greater good often makes him lose contact with reality and forget the difference between people and pawns, and the fact that everybody looks up to him like he can do no wrong does not help. Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Molly are another matter.
For those who follow my other story, Love of Legend, I'd like to say that I did not abandon the story. I found a bit of a writer's block, maybe it's because I have too many things I want to write about and no idea how to. I hope that maybe writing something else for awhile will help me.
§ The Black Star §
-Chapter 3-
Draco chucked a bit, amused by the panther's antics. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you.."
"Well, where to start? Maybe from the worst part.. I received a letter recently, from my crazy aunt Bellatrix, signed as my mother of course since she is one of the death eaters escaped Azkaban… she wanted to inform me that I had to take the Dark mark this summer…" his voice lowered and his eyes hardened "I have no intention of being marked as a slave and grovel at the feet of that monster!"
Harry was surprised. He didn't really expect Draco Malfoy, of all people, to go against Voldemort. That was a good thing though, very good. He still didn't have a snowball chance in hell with the boy, but at least he wouldn't have to fight him in battle. He didn't know if he could have been able to harm him otherwise.
"Not what people imagine I'd say, for sure. Maybe something like 'the mudblood dared to cross my path, my father will know about it!' but not that. People just assume I'm a death eater in training, sure my behavior suggests it but I'm forced to act like that. Believe me Lucius' cruciatus hurt, and I've had enough of it to last a lifetime without angering him on purpose. He wants a perfect pureblood heir that hates muggles? I play the part… simple as that.
It's tiring though you know? My friends know a little about the real me, the safe parts that I can show them at least.. but I feel like someone glued an ugly mask to my face and as much as I try I can't take it off"
The raven haired wizard felt his heart clench at the pain and utter loneliness that he could feel in the soft voice and see in the shining eyes.
'If only you didn't hate me so much… I would give you the world' a low whine emerged from his throat.
"Yeah, it sucks. But my problem isn't Lucius or the mask I'm forced to wear now. The problem is how in Salazar's name am I going to escape the dark mark and remain alive possibly.
Severus, my godfather, clearly wants me to go to Dumbledore and plead him to protect me …"
A low growl rumbled powerfully from the panther situated partially over him, making his whole body shake too. For a moment he thought that it changed his mind and wanted to eat him now, but after a few moments he realized what happened.
"You don't like the old man either? Strange cat you are.. though I can't fault you. The man is highly manipulative. People worship him like the gift from Merlin and what he says it's true without question.
I don't like the way he treats Uncle Sev, like a pawn… hell, he even treats Potter like shit if what I heard around is to be believed.
And there's the fact that for him dark arts are evil, blah blah blah.." he mocked rolling his eyes.
"So I'm back to the starting point. No one to help me, no way to be safe.."
The more he heard the more his brain was shouting at him to change back and help Draco. He could protect him, he could help him. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that the snake very much hated him.
"What I know is that there is no way I'm going to take the dark mark. I'd rather suicide, thank you very much. Maybe I could even do something crazy beforehand. Like.. going to Potter and"
'Kill me? I'm touched..' Harry thought sarcastically.
"kiss him"
'yeah kiss me exactly.. wait.. WHAT?' his eyes widened to comical proportions.
"I've had a bloody crush on him since third year, without being able to act on it, not that I would have as he hates me... I could at least steal a tiny kiss before.." he mused to himself, completely unaware of the shocked expression on the panthers face.
Poor Harry's brain was stuck on the same thought 'kiss..he likes me too.. kiss', fantasies running wild in his head, at least a dozen scenarios playing in front of his mind eye.
Before he could change idea or lose his famed Gryffindor courage he acted following his heart's desire.
Draco found himself being pushed on the ground by big paws, the animal's body flushed against his own. He blinked and then in the place on the panther there was someone. Same emerald green eyes, tousled raven hair, lightning bolt scar..
'Salazar, kill me now'
Potter's body was very much molded against him, he could feel the contours of the powerful muscles, 'Who knew he was hiding all of that under his robes?'. One of the lion's hand was gripping his shoulder, the other was slowly inching towards his face, caressing his neck sending shivers down his spine and leaving a burning trail in his leave.
The Avada Kedavra green eyes shone with lust, desire and .. dare he say it? Maybe love?
The young animagus found Draco a truly delectable sight, with cheeks lightly flushed and lips parted, eyes wide and bright. He lowered his own head, inhaling the scent that was purely Draco.
"I don't hate you" Harry whispered, tracing his nose against the blond jaw.
"You.. don't?" he sounded a little breathless, even to his own ears, but the notion that his crush could not hate him seemed just impossible. And his brain refused to work properly, the raven's breath trickling his neck, and his hands burning where they caressed were too much for him to handle.
"No." he paused in his movements before looking at Draco dead in the eyes. "Now, if you don't terribly mind.. I'm going to give you that kiss"
The statement barely registered when Draco found his lips covered by those of the boy he liked. He sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing, letting his lips being guided and enjoying the feeling. It was like a dream, a dream that he wanted to never end.
Unfortunately lack of air made itself known, and the two parted. Harry laid his forehead against Draco's, breathing heavily.
"You.. you weren't supposed to hear that" Draco pouted whining a little "I was talking with a cat…"
He was answered by a low chuckle "I was a panther, thank you very much.. and I'm glad I heard that. Otherwise I would never had the chance to do that" he replied giving him a little peck on the lips.
A blush crept up on the boy's cheeks at the words, making him look really cute in Harry's eyes.
"About what you said" he started, slowly sitting up careful to not hurt the other boy. "I want to help you, if you'll let me that is"
"Dumbledore's.."
"No, I have nothing to do with that manipulating old man" Harry made clear, voice hard in hatred. "I'm on my own side"
Draco bit on his lower lip, deep in thought. He trusted Harry, he knew that he was the type of person that would do anything to protect his precious people, and he had resources too. He wouldn't have survived this long at Hogwarts otherwise, and he was sure to know only half of the adventures he lived to tell the tale.
"I.. Are you sure?" he asked "I mean, I trust you but this isn't easy. How.. what would we do?"
"I already have a plan of my own to get away from Dumbledore. It won't be difficult to add you to it and make sure you're safe" he assured .
"And what would that entail?" Draco pressed, curious and excited at the prospect of being free and safe.. and possibly with Harry?
"Curious.. you sure you're not a cat?" Harry smirked, kissing the pouting lips again, not able to resist.
He made to pull back only to be held in place by Draco, whose hand rested at his nape caressing his skin and hair, making him moan in appreciation.
"Can I keep you?" he whispered, lips a breaths apart from each other.
Silver eyes danced with mirth, and a sly grin made appeared on red, well kissed lips.
"I'm not a stray cat you can keep Potter" he started, haughty voice reminding them of their squabbles "though.. if you ask nicely enough, you may be my boyfriend maybe" tone soft and a little sly at the end.
Harry sealed their lips again, slow and sweet, trying to convey his feelings into the kiss, sure that he wouldn't be able to voice them at the moment. The little content sigh that left his blond mouth told him that he had accomplished his mission.
If someone had told Harry that one day he would be cuddling with Draco Malfoy under the stars he would have laughed and then punched them.
"It's getting really late" Harry observed, fingers playing with the blond strands that rested on his shoulder. Draco was comfortably nestled against his side, one arm thrown over his stomach. He never felt safer in his life, or more treasured. Harry treated him like he was going to vanish or break at any moment. He would have been offended any other time, he was a man too not a china doll; but with all the stress caused by his situation he needed all the comfort he could get. And he loved being spoiled, so all the better.
He yawned, nodding to his boyfriend's words. A little voice was giggling in his head and cheering at the fact.
'Take that you little Weasley chit! He's mine, ah!' he thought smugly.
Harry, moving to sit up, jostled him from his thoughts. "Hey, wait! You still didn't tell me the plan!" he hurried to remind the other, a little anxious.
"Calm down, Dray. I will tell you everything on the train, just be sure to be alone in a compartment. I'll join you as soon as I lose the others. Okay?"
"Fine. You better have a real plan though, or I'll hex you" he threatened.
"Sure" Harry smirked "Good night, dragon" he whispered, placing a loving kiss to his blonds lips.
"Mmm, g'night" Draco really didn't really want to let go but he was nearly asleep. He needed a bed or he would end up sleeping on the grass.
With a last peck they parted ways, to avoid being seen by someone and headed towards the respective dormitories.
Back in his room Harry could clearly hear Ron snoring loudly, not even the silencing charm thrown over his bed after the redhead fell asleep could last all night muffling the irritating noise. Seamus was muttering about some girl and explosions, weird.
He sat on his bed, carefully removing his shoes and clothes without waking anyone.
"Ry?" came a voice from his right, startling him.
"Nev? I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he whispered back
A snort answered him. "As if. He gets worse as the years pass, do me a favor and place another silencing charm please? If I start searching for my wand I'll wake all the dorm" the brunette muttered, voice heavy with sleep.
"Sure thing mate, go back to sleep" he nodded amused. A flick of his wand later, silence reigned on the room.
He crawled under his covers and sighed. The last few days had been like shit for Harry, but the last revelations were quite nice.
Tomorrow was going to be hectic and tiring without doubt so he forced himself to sleep, a silly smile making his way to his lips as he succumbed to his dreams that for once were not plagued by nightmares.
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