My Phoenix Boyfriend
Written by StrawberryGirl87
Draco Malfoy the Veela and his mate Harry Potter the Phoenix return to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year and earn their N.E.W.T's. They must keep their relationship concealed, ensure that they study hard and also contend with their jealousy when they can't spend every waking moment together. Drarry!
Chapter Four
Harry had to stay behind after the feast and talk to Professor McGonagall because of the incident with Blaise. When Draco tried to stay behind too she swiftly sent him on his way, however not one to listen, he just moved from the great hall and into the entrance hall. He didn't want to go down to the Slytherin common room just yet, even with Blaise and Pansy in the hospital wing together.
Harry didn't know what to say to the headmistress, he couldn't fully explain what had happened because he had no idea himself. He was still staring at his hands in disbelief. He had had this effect on Professor Quirrel in his first year but that had been his mother's influence and it had only worked on Voldemort.
"You had better come up with some answers potter because the entire school is terrified of you," She said finding herself to be a little afraid as well.
"Honestly Professor, I couldn't tell you what just happened. All I know is that the same way Draco is a Veela I'm a Phoenix which has never showed itself like this before. I assume it only shows itself when I'm protecting what I love or maybe when I'm angry, I was both when I burnt Blaise. What I can tell you of certainty is that I don't like the idea of Draco being in the Slytherin dormitories unprotected and vulnerable when his house very clearly resents him for what they perceive as his friendship with me. They've already threatened him. I don't care if I end up in Azkaban if they hurt him I'll kill them."
"All right Potter, calm down," She said as she noticed his eyes begin to alter in their colour, the green suddenly giving way to flecks of red, orange and yellow, a sure warning sign. "Malfoy should be able to survive one night and then tomorrow I will see to re-housing him somewhere but I do this only because his life is in danger. It isn't to be an excuse for the two of you to resume your previous living arrangements. The majority of your nights Potter are to be spent in Gryffindor common room, am I understood?" Harry nodded mutely, "We do still need to discuss your punishment however," She added.
"I understand that Professor, I'm just not sure I have the time for any detentions, not with my extra training on top of my classes."
"Yes," She said with a sigh, "I suppose docking Gryffindor fifty points will have to suffice but I must ask you to start controlling your temper and whatever this new found power is."
"Thank you Professor," Harry said grateful for the headmistresses' understanding. Though he had a hunch that it was more because of what he had done last year than her lenience as the latter wasn't what she was known for.
"Yes, well, off to bed with you and don't linger too long with Mr Malfoy in the entrance hall, I know he's bound to be waiting for you. You too are going to be a lot of trouble for me this year, I can tell."
"We'll try not to be Professor," Harry said with a smile, his eyes completely having reverted to their brilliant green.
HPDM
After a few hasty kisses and quick gropes in a broom cupboard out of sight Harry and Draco had parted ways. They had wanted to take it further but time was getting on and it hadn't seemed very pleasant and neither wanted a quick fuck for the sake of it. Their parting had almost been too much to tolerate. They had lingered together a little too long together perhaps but they needed each other now more than ever.
Even through their charmed items of jewellery they could feel the ache of longing to be with one another as they went to their respective dormitories. When Harry arrived up on the seventh floor he felt utterly hopeless and lonely without Draco with him. The thought of spending a night without him was as torturous and as painful as the Cruciatus curse.
It didn't help that the moment he stepped inside of the portrait hole where the fat lady had bid him a good evening and praised him for his defeat of Voldemort for what felt the hundredth time, he was pounced upon by Ginny who was the last one remaining in Gryffindor common room and wearing nothing more than some form of skimpy negligee.
"Oh Harry, I was so worried, especially after what happened at the feast," She said, hugging him. Harry felt unbelievably awkward as her breasts pressed up against him and he had to step away from her, physically removing her arms from around his neck, looking at her oddly.
"I'm fine, I was with Draco, you know, my boyfriend."
"Well he is for the moment," Ginny said, "But you know it won't last with him."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "Of course it'll last."
"Are you kidding me, he's the son of a deatheater and you're the boy-who-lived. No one will accept your relationship with him. You need to be with someone like me. I can make you happy Harry, I'm in love with you." Ginny said, baring her soul to him as much as she was baring her skin.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I don't feel that way about you. You're like a sister to me. I'm in love with Draco and whatever you may think our relationship it is going to make it," Harry argued with her feeling rather impatient. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to-" Harry stopped mid-sentence as a sudden pain ripped through him. He knew it was Draco, there was no other explanation for it. The pain radiated from his heart, making him feel as if he were choking. "I have to go," Harry said, suddenly charging almost head first out of the portrait hole.
"Harry!" Ginny shouted after him, "You can't leave, it's late, you'll get into trouble!" However Harry wasn't listening, he had to get to Draco. Something was seriously wrong and despite the pain in his chest he ran, terrified that whatever was happening he wouldn't get there in time.
Earlier that day they had exchanged passwords with one another. Harry hadn't thought anything of it at the time, suspecting that Draco was just being precautious or hoped to be able to sneak into Gryffindor tower late at night but now he was glad that they had as he raced towards the Slytherin common rooms.
He feared the worst as he descended seven flights of stairs and down into the dungeon. The pain only intensified the closer he got to being with Draco. He must had passed at least one teacher and Filch along the way but no one stopped him. Harry's eyes were a deep scarlet as panic and rage flowed through him, a manic look on his face. Even if anyone had attempted to stop him he wouldn't have paid them any heed, not when he knew that Draco was in some kind of trouble.
Harry delivered the password to a rather startled portrait who swung open reluctantly and Harry climbed inside. The common room was empty but that didn't matter, Harry knew where to go, he just seemed to know where to go to find his boyfriend. He burst into the boys dormitory to see Blaise, Pansy and the gang of sixth and seventh year students that they had assembled, all of them with their wands drawn, pointing at Draco who was bleeding profusely. He was curled up on the ground and looked as if he'd drunkenly challenged the whomping Willow to a fist fight and lost.
"How the hell did you get in here Potter?" Blaise raged, training his wand on Harry now, Pansy too followed suit but the others in their group seemed too scared to challenge the enraged Gryffindor.
"You think a password protected portrait would stop me? I would have thought that this evening at the feast was warning enough that I don't take threats against my friends kindly. Apparently you're too dense to take a hint."
"What's wrong with his eyes?" Pansy asked taking a step backwards, her wand still pointing directly at Harry. Draco whimpered on the floor, clearly in pain.
"Oh there's plenty you don't know about me Parkinson. I told you we didn't have to do this, the old rivalries could have been forgotten. That was a friendly warning which you failed to take heed of," Harry said as he felt his power radiating through him.
"I'll never become a blood traitor!" She sneered, "I will forever be loyal to the Dark Lord," And that was when she threw a curse at Harry, one he knew all too well. 'Sectumsempra', Severus' curse from his potions book, it was easily deflected along with several other curses flung at him by Parkinson and Zabini.
With his eyes ablaze Harry couldn't help but grin at them. Unlike earlier in the evening he felt entirely in control, his rage so intense that it bubbled within him furiously. He focused his attention on their wands grinning wickedly.
Pansy and Blaise both screaked as their wands burst into bright, red hot flame in their hands, instantly burning them. In shock and pain the wands were dropped leaving the offending Slytherin's defenceless against the powerful Phoenix. Their hands had blistered from the heat and become red and shiny before they'd had a chance to drop their wands. Harry watched in glee as they cradled their injured hands close to their chests.
Terrified and defenceless against the enraged Potter, their wands nothing but ashes upon the stone floor Blaise and Pansy scrambled backwards to get away from him. Harry however no longer had any interest in them, without their wands they were no longer a threat in his eyes. He went to Draco, kneeling on the floor beside him, finding that he was only barely conscious.
"Harry…" He said, his voice soft as if it pained him to speak. The sound of him so weak brought a tear to Harry's eye, he wasn't used to seeing the blonde anything other than a pillar of strength.
"It's okay Dray, I'll get you to Poppy and you'll be fine," Harry said as his tears began to fall. He scooped Draco up into his arms, finding it easy to carry him. His tears fell upon Draco's injured cheek where a nasty gash had torn it open and before his eyes he saw the wound beginning to heal where the tears had fallen.
It was only then that it dawned on him that the tears of a Phoenix had healing powers. More confident than ever he once again told Draco that he was going to be okay. The blonde at this time was unresponsive, he didn't even cling to Harry as he carried him.
As Harry exited the Slytherin common room, Draco in his arms, he ran into Minerva McGonagall and Horace Slughorn who had resumed teaching potions and taken up the position of head of Slytherin house. Harry could only imagine that someone had alerted them to his actions and they had come to ensure that nothing was amiss. Both teachers looked at the sight that greeted them aghast.
"He wouldn't have survived the night headmistress," Harry said as he went to bypass the stammering teachers, both unsure of what to say. "We'll be in the hospital wing if you need us."
"Potter … did you?" Minerva asked, thinking the worst after the display she'd seen in the great hall earlier, fearing what she might find when she ventured further into Slytherin territory.
"They'll live," Harry said, "I took your advice Professor and I got some control. I didn't hurt them … much." Harry called as he made his way up to the hospital wing.
Poppy greeted them in her night gown looking forlorn as she indicated a bed for him to be placed on. Harry nodded laying Draco carefully upon the blankets but didn't move, his tears still flowing so he allowed them to land upon the wounds he could see.
"Potter, what are you …" Poppy tried to ask before recoiling in shock when she saw what was happening. "But I thought only a Phoenix had tears with healing powers, how is this possible?" She asked.
"It's a long story, just please help him in any way you can, I can only heal what I can see," Harry pleaded and with a firm nod she got to work and not once did harry leave Draco's side. Poppy didn't even bother attempting to order him away, she knew better than to even try.
