Draco's Insignia~ Part four
Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic.
Dedicated to: Brandis, just because she wanted me to, and because she helped with some of the plot. ^_^
Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, little lime, and somewhat crack-ish. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Sort of PWP variety.
Word count: 4,660
Editted: October 19, 2012
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowling is the wonderful person who does.
The moment that Harry came out of the Weasley's fireplace, Ron pulled him into a hug that almost crushed his ribs.
"Good to see you again, mate!"
"Good to see you too, Ron." Harry squeaked, feeling the air being squeezed out of him.
Before Ron could ask Harry if he was okay, Draco arrived. He stepped out of the fireplace, dusting himself off as he mumbled about the horrors of traveling by Floo. When he looked up, his eyes immediately saw the scene before him, and he bristled in annoyance, and possibly with some jealousy.
"All right, Weasley, that's a long enough hug."
"Oh?" Ron smirked. "I think I can hug my best friend as long as I want to." He proceeded to do just that, and stuck his tongue out at Malfoy.
Draco glared, "Oh, is that what you think?"
"Yes, that's what I think." Ron glared back, finally releasing Harry.
"Is that so?" Draco glared harder.
"Yes, that's so." Ron tried to glare even harder.
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Oh, you think. . ."
"Shut up!" Harry huffed.
They heard Mrs Weasley sniggering next to them. "I see that Ron wasn't lying when he said that young Malfoy would be here."
Harry hugged her, "Hello, Mrs Weasley."
"Hello, Harry dear. How's that boy been treating you?" She leered at Draco.
"Better than usual, actually." Harry peered over and watched as Draco started to ogle everything. Ron had his arms crossed as he kept an eye on the blond intruder like a dog would do to a stranger.
"So, this is where chaos went," Draco drawled. "I was wondering where it had gone after Heaven and Earth were created."
"Bite your tongue, Malfoy!" Ron snarled.
"Behave yourself while you're here," Harry warned.
Draco looked over lazily at Harry and gave him an all-knowing smirk.
"Would you boys like some tea?" Mrs Weasley asked, trying to be courteous despite the other boy being a Malfoy.
"I don't know," Draco said. "Can you afford it?"
Mrs Weasley frowned deeply.
Harry smacked him on the arm, "Watch what you say, Malfoy, or else." He thumbed back at the dining room, where Mr Weasley was sitting. Draco paled, as though he was remembering something awful that had to do with Mr Weasley. Harry turned back to Ron's mother, "I'd like some tea, thanks."
"I thought we were just going to exchange my wizard money for Muggle money," Draco said, still looking pale.
"Can't I stay for a while and visit?"
Draco glared.
"He's already spent more than enough time with you, Malfoy. It's my turn." Ron sneered.
Draco raised an elegant brow. "You want to spend time with ME?"
"Sod off! You know I meant Harry!"
"Fine, whatever." Draco waved a hand. "I'm going to do what I came here to do, and then I'm leaving." He huffed, and then went into the dining room.
The clock's hands (that had the names Fred and George) moved to 'coming home'. Harry realized that the twins were still living at home, even though they owned a very successful joke shop. They must have their reasons. Of course, the one reason that it might be was because of the war against Voldemort.
Fred and George Apparated into the living room with a loud crack.
"We're heeeere!" George announced with flamboyancy.
"Mum, we're home!" Fred said with a smile. "What's for dinner?" Then he noticed Harry standing next to Ron. "Hey, Harry! What a surprise this is! Gotten sick of your cousin already, have you?"
"Well, actually. . ." Harry began, but Ron interrupted him, saying what he thought Harry was going to say.
"Malfoy's here."
"What? What's that little git doing here?"
"Exchanging money," Harry said.
Mrs Weasley came out from the kitchen with a tray of teacups and a teapot.
"Mum, what's Malfoy doing here? Why is he allowed?"
Mrs Weasley looked over at Harry, and almost at once, the twins understood. Well, sort of.
"You brought him here, Harry?" George gasped.
Fred mockingly put a hand to his chest, "Why is thou delivering us pain, friend Harry? Oh why, oh why?"
"Because, you see. . . he's under my supervision. . ."
Before Harry could finish his explanation, they heard a sudden shout from the dining room.
"TWO HUNDRED, NO LESS!"
"AND I JUST TOLD YOU, I DON'T HAVE TWO HUNDRED IN MUGGLE MONEY! YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE ON FIFTY FIVE!"
"BALDERDASH!" Draco bellowed. "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!"
"Excuse me," Harry said to the twins, scowling. He made his way to the dining room. When he entered, he saw Draco looming over the sitting form of Mr Weasley, who was at the table. "Malfoy!"
Draco's head snapped up and he looked into Harry's resentful eyes.
"He's holding out on me!" Draco pointed an accusing finger at Mr Weasley.
"I am not!" Mr Weasley said, horrified. "I only have 55 pounds."
Draco eyed Mr Weasley strangely, "You look like you weigh more than fifty five."
"No, Malfoy, he means Muggle money. Here in Muggle England, it's called pounds. But you must remember, Mr Weasley doesn't have that much Muggle money to begin with."
Draco frowned, but then he suddenly became his smug self again. "Of course, how stupid of me to think I could get a decent amount from a Weasley. I would probably get more money from Granger's parents. . ."
"Malfoy," Harry warned. "That's enough." He could see that Mr Weasley was getting a dangerous look in his eyes. Harry didn't think that Mr Weasley would soften up for Draco the way that he was beginning to.
Ron was leaning up against the doorway that led from the dining room to the living room. Mrs Weasley walked by with a look of disregard as she made her way to the kitchen.
"You are way out of your league, Malfoy," Ron said. "You're in OUR territory now. You're like a hare stuck in a lion's den."
Draco walked over, glaring, and got in Ron's face. "I'm more of a dragon than a stinking hare, Weasley."
Ron and Draco continued to glare at each other until Mrs Weasley stuck a plate of cookies between them. "Care for a biscuit, boys?"
Ron slowly took one from the tray without taking his eyes off of Draco. "Thanks, Mum." He bit into the biscuit, still ogling Malfoy with disdain.
Draco took one, and then bit into it. After he finished chewing and swallowed, he said, "Yeah, thanks."
"Harry?"
"Sure. Thanks, Mrs Weasley." Harry took a biscuit and then sat down at the table across from Mr Weasley.
Wanting to prevent any kind of fighting from occurring, Mrs Weasley spoke up to break the tension. "So, explain what's going on with young Malfoy here." She started to pour the tea.
"Well, a few days ago, the Dursleys and I were sitting down for breakfast when Malfoy appeared at the doorstep. My uncle Vernon wasn't happy when he found out that Malfoy was a wizard too. I wasn't too pleased that he was there either, but to make a long story short, Malfoy got to stay with me in my room. I found out that I've been dubbed his supervisor by Dumbledore, I believe." Harry took a sip of his Earl Grey.
"Sure, tell the world that, Potter." Draco sneered.
"Supervisor?" Mr Weasley raised a brow.
"Yes. Or as my uncle so bluntly put it, his Keeper."
Draco glared, but didn't dare say anything at the moment, because of the way Mr Weasley was looking at him. Actually, Draco looked a bit pale again.
Just then, Ginny Weasley sauntered into the room. "Hey, Ron. Fred and George said that Harry was here and. . ." Her eyes fell on Harry and then she blushed.
"Hello, Ginny," said Harry, smiling.
Ginny smiled back.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the weaselette." Draco drawled as he moved away from the table. He crossed his arms and blocked Ginny's path. He knew that he was outnumbered 6-1, but his nervousness around Mr Weasley was making him act out.
Ginny shrunk under Draco's scrutiny, but she couldn't ignore how appealing the blond was, or how striking his icy blue eyes were. Ginny wrung her hands together nervously, and blushed, casting her eyes down to the floor.
"Please, don't call me that."
"And why not?" Draco said in a honeyed voice.
Ginny made the mistake of looking up into Draco's eyes again. She squeaked and blushed furiously.
"Right! That's it!" Mr Weasley stepped in between them, shielding Ginny, "I will not have you patronizing my only daughter in my own home! You have your money, now leave."
Draco raised his head, but couldn't keep eye contact with Mr Weasley. "With pleasure. I don't think I could stand being in this dump for very long, anyway." He looked over at Ginny again and saw her staring back with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Harry grabbed onto Draco's shoulder, hard, and then hauled him into the living room, toward the fireplace. "Can't even have a decent evening with the Weasleys when you're around, can I?" He looked back at Ron and the others as they followed them into the living room. "I'm sorry about all of this, Mrs Weasley. I wanted to stay longer. . ."
"It's okay, dear. I understand." She leered at Draco as if she wanted to say something, but decided not to.
"Yeah, and next time, don't bring Malfoy." Ron said, staring at Draco dangerously. Before they left, however, the twins suddenly showed up.
"Hey, Malfoy. Don't forget your wand!" Fred said, placing a long, black wand into his hand.
"Thanks," Draco said, looking confused. He looked at the wand for a second, and then suddenly realized- "Wait, this isn't my . . ."
The wand that Fred put in Draco's hand changed into a big, gray rat. With a loud gasp, Draco dropped the rat, which squeaked when it hit the floor and then scurried away.
Fred and George were laughing so hard that they fell to the floor, holding their stomachs.
"The damn thing nearly bit me!" Draco said in outrage.
"Boys!" Mrs Weasley said with disappointment. She put a hand on her hip and shook a finger in their direction. "Shame on you!"
"Yeah!" Ginny said, mimicking her mother's stance, shaking a finger as well. "That wasn't very nice. It could have given him rabies!"
Draco's eyes widened in horror. "R-r-rabies?"
Even Ron was laughing with the twins. "That was bloody funny!" he wheezed. "Did you see the look on his face?"
"Ron!" Ginny glowered.
Draco looked away, pouting.
"Come on, let's go," Harry said, pulling out the bag of Floo Powder.
"Eat well, Harry." Mrs Weasley said, and then she glared at the twins who were still trying to stop laughing.
"I will. Thanks, Mrs Weasley. And thanks, Mr Weasley, for the exchange."
Mr Weasley smiled at Harry, but he never looked at Draco. Harry wondered if maybe he was still angry with Malfoy. "Be well, Harry."
Harry and Draco disappeared in the emerald flames.
Draco barely had enough time to brace himself before he felt his feet give way and he stumbled onto a soft bed. The moment that they got back from the Weasleys, Harry had grabbed a hold of his ear and dragged him all the way up to their room (With Draco muttering, 'Not the ear, not the ear, not the ear. . .' and 'pain, pain, don't like pain!'). The Dursleys were looking on with a mixture of amusement and annoyance at the scene. It was rather rare of them to see Harry take charge like this.
Harry was standing over him, hands on hips, and a not-so-nice gaze coming from his dark, emerald eyes. Draco noticed that Harry's eyes seemed to get darker whenever he was upset or angry.
"You do know that you're even more attractive when you're angry?" Draco grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Don't you even try getting yourself out of this mess, Malfoy!" Harry shouted suddenly, making Draco jump. "I cannot believe you had the guts to act that way, and say those things, in their own home! I thought for sure that Mr Weasley was going to curse you terribly for your mouth!"
"But he didn't, did he-?" Draco drawled.
"DON'T INTERRUPT!" Harry yelled, about half a foot from Draco's face. Draco back away quickly, eyes wide with what looked to be terror. "Now I know that I was given an order to be your supervisor, and I know that you really have no choice in being here, because you really have no other place to go. I'm looking after you because I know I was instructed to by Dumbledore, but if I could, I'd kick you out of here faster than you can say Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!"
Draco was wincing at Harry's words, and not only that but he was wondering why Harry's Draconis Mark wasn't glowing.
"From now on," Harry continued, "I expect you to be a lot nicer to the Weasleys, act more proper around my friends. AND always, and I mean always, listen to me! Do I make myself clear, Malfoy?"
Draco nodded obediently.
"Good." Harry sighed. He felt all of his frustration begin to melt away. "So then, let's go eat. And just to let you know, I do appreciate you doing this for me. Maybe it'll make up for how you acted this afternoon. We'll see."
Draco pouted silently. He wasn't pleased about how Harry was treating him right now, like he was some sort of disobedient child that was being grounded. He just didn't want to act soft in front of Arthur Weasley and his family. Draco shuddered. All those Weasleys, all that red, all those freckles, all those hand-me-downs . . .
"Please tell me," Draco said as they descended the staircase, "that we won't be visiting the Weasleys on a frequent occasion." He hated how meek he was sounding right now.
Harry turned and snarled. "Why?"
Draco frowned, trying not to shiver. "All that red hair and freckles and . . ." He shook his head. "It's like a clown nightmare."
Harry couldn't help himself and he burst out laughing. "We'll see. Maybe if you're good, then we WON'T visit them."
"Great. You finally found a suitable punishment for me. I'm distraught."
Harry laughed all the way downstairs, not even caring about the strange looks he was getting from the Dursleys. Dudley was staring quite zealously at Draco as they left.
They actually found a place they could agree on, and Draco had actually acted rather decent, even though he still liked to take a few jabs at Harry now and then. Harry was finding that he could actually put up with most of Draco's sarcastic remarks and cute little scowls.
By the end of the night, Harry had admitted to himself that he did find Draco cute after all, which made the arrangement even harder for Harry to cope with.
Draco had brought up the deal with the Dragon Mark on their arms and how Harry's didn't begin to glow at all when he was yelling at him. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe it has to be a mutual anger for them to glow, and maybe because of the fact that I wasn't yelling at you because I was angry."
"So, you weren't actually angry at me?"
"Yes, of course I was. I was just. . . I don't know, maybe I was in a bit of an understanding mood or something."
"So you understood . . . ?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, Malfoy. You're the one that made the stupid thing."
"Oh, and another thing," Draco said, pursing his lips. "Why didn't you tell Mr Weasley about the Mark? It would have been a perfect opportunity to have me turned over to the proper authorities."
"Well, first of all, since your contact knows about us being Marked that must mean that Dumbledore knows. And we haven't received an owl from Dumbledore about it, so that means that he is okay with it. Also, I really didn't think it was any of their business at the time about the Mark. They'll just worry about me more, and I don't need that right now."
Draco smiled, very pleased with these answers.
"Okay, Malfoy, now I have a question to ask you."
"Must you?"
"Yes." Harry twirled his fork in his big plate of pasta. "Why are you so scared of Ron's dad?"
Draco frowned slightly. He was hoping that Harry hadn't noticed the way he acted around Mr Weasley. He shrugged his shoulders. "He's the head of the household, the head Weasel, and he works for the Ministry. How else am I supposed to act around him?"
Harry pursed his lips in thought, wondering if he should continue with the twenty questions, or if he should wait until he had the whole story of why Malfoy was living with him now. It could have something to do with his late parents. He also didn't feel up to getting into another row, and he had a feeling that that was what would happen if he interrogated Malfoy too much.
"Never mind, Malfoy. We'll talk about it some other time."
Only slightly pixilated, Draco and Harry made it back 'home' in one piece. Meaning, they didn't kill each other, nor did anyone else do them in. They were pleasantly drunk. It was a happy kind of drunk though, not a 'why is the room spinning?' kind of drunk. All of their anger toward each other from that evening seemed to have slipped away. The questions that Harry wanted to ask Draco had vacated his head and he started to just live in the moment.
Draco was giggling at the lamest jokes that Harry told, and Harry was finding himself walking closer and closer to Draco than he had ever done before. That one day still lingered in his mind, though, when Draco was on top of him, rubbing fiercely against his own raging hard on.
When they entered the house, they were both shushing each other and snickering lightly. They made their way up the stairs remarkably well, and then practically rushed into the bedroom. Harry locked the door quickly, and then turned to Draco. Draco had already planted his butt onto the bed, laid back on his hands, and was smirking.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're simply gorgeous with flushed cheeks?" Draco babbled.
"No." Harry said, smiling slightly. "You're the first."
"Ah." Draco grinned stupidly. "Then am I the first to say that I want you, right here, right now?"
Harry flushed, "Yep. Right again."
"Yay for me." Draco smiled. "What do I win?"
That was too easy of an answer, Harry thought. He decided to tease. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a biscuit, or a chocolate frog, or maybe even . . ." He pretended to think. "A kiss."
Draco's eyes lit up. "A kiss? You mean it? You're going to actually give ME a kiss? I don't have to steal it this time?"
Harry shook his head. "Not this time."
"Brilliant! Then come here and give me my reward."
Harry sauntered, as best he could in his condition, over to the blond and then stopped when his knees were touching Draco's.
"I'm down here, big boy," Draco said, looking up at the still standing Harry Potter.
"Are you now?" Harry smirked. "I thought that you were going to stand up for me."
Draco reached up and grabbed onto Harry's tie. "Nope. You're coming down here. Right now." He pulled Harry down by his tie and their lips crashed against one another's.
Harry moaned eagerly and shivered as their kiss slowly began to heat up. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's jet-black hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
Finally, Draco let go of Harry's lips and smiled a slightly wicked smile. "And to think that dragons couldn't be tamed."
"Only trained wizards and witches could tame a dragon." Harry leaned forward so that he was now lying on top of Draco. "But, from what I heard from Charlie Weasley, the most beautiful type of dragon is the Antipodean Opaleye."
"But it is rarely aggressive," Draco said, nipping at the corner of Harry's lip. "And I'm nothing but aggressive."
"Or so you think." Harry kissed back lightly, the corners of their lips meeting sweetly, over and over again.
"Perhaps I'm more of a Hungarian Horntail, then." Draco smirked between kisses.
"Maybe. Or maybe you're both. You might be interbred. You're too beautiful to be just a Hungarian."
Draco smiled, trying to hide a blush. "You really think so?"
Harry answered him with a long, passionate kiss. "Yes," he panted. "I think so." And then Harry smiled mischievously, "Or you could be a Jarvey."
Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but he knew that Harry was just playing around with him. "Not funny." Then he smirked. "But enough talk. Let's see some more action."
"And just who do you think is in charge here?"
"Me." Draco said as he flipped Harry over onto his back. They wrestled for a while, Draco on top for maybe only a few minutes before Harry used as much muscle as possible to flip them over again. Draco squeaked like a ferret and Harry laughed as he kissed him. Draco glowered, seeming to know what Harry was laughing about.
When the kiss ended, Malfoy's mouth and tongue were doing wonderful things on his neck. He could vaguely recall the sensual feeling that Draco had given him on that one day that he arrived on his doorstep. The feeling was slowly coming back to Harry, and he jerked his hips against Draco's thigh.
"I have something planned for us to do," said Harry.
"Oh?" Draco said, wary.
Harry slowly slid Draco's tie off and began to unbutton his shirt's collar. "Oh yeah. And I guarantee you'll love it." He kissed his way down Draco's throat and down the chest that he was baring before him. He watched as the cool air made Draco's nipples hard into nubs. Harry ran his fingers around them, enjoying the odd texture. He'd never played with another guy's chest before. There were whisps of light colored hair in the center of Draco's chest and a few scattered here and there around his pebbled nipples.
Draco shivered from what Harry was doing to him and tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes tightly. This was already feeling even better than before, when they had their clothes still on. Now, as Harry's fingers and mouth were doing splendid things on his chest and stomach, Draco couldn't help the deep burning sensation below his waist. He shifted his weight slightly, which moved his pelvis area more against Harry's thigh, and the rubbing hit him so hard that his eyes flew open and his mouth widened his shock. He almost cried out loud, but he stopped it half way in his throat. It wouldn't do to have any of the Dursleys come pounding upstairs and interrupt them (especially Dudley).
Harry suddenly become shirtless, and the mere sight was driving Draco so crazy that he reached up to lap and suck at one of Harry's perked nipples. Harry was the one to make the first sound—albeit thankfully quietly, and he jerked his head back slightly. Draco started to massage his other nipple with three fingers, which in turn made Harry return the favor. They explored each other's chests as thorough as they liked, rubbing and sucking on skin and sensitive peaks.
"How're you coping, Potter?" Draco drawled into Harry's ear. Harry didn't answer, he only squeezed his eyes together and grit his teeth. "Come on, then. I wanna hear you."
Harry wondered just who was in charge here. He was the one on the top, after all. But when Draco's fingers pinched one of his nipples, he could no longer hold it in—he let out a breathy groan, right into Draco's ear. Surprisingly, Draco answered back with his own groan. Harry took that as encouragement and moved down Draco's body to the top of his trousers.
Knowing just what Harry had planned, Draco didn't object one bit as he diversed him of his jeans. Draco helped Potter with his, and together they were naked from the waist down. Taking charge once more, Harry used his hand on both. They slotted almost seamlessly.
It was a wonderful, heady feeling to watch Draco Malfoy fall apart under him. It was almost as if he were on a power kick. The scent wafting into his nostrils did things to him, animalistic things. He lowered his head down to Malfoy's neck and licked and bit him there where the veins were palpitating. Draco threw his head back and gasped, but before he could be too loud, he stuffed his fist into his mouth and bit down.
Harry's caresses had a strange quality, Draco noticed; at times they were soft and melting, like a typical Gryffindor. Other times, his touch was fierce, like the caresses of a wild animal. There was definitely something animallike about his hands, which would spread over each part of him, and then held them both in one firm grip, calloused and strong. It almost felt as if he had more than just two hands, and maybe there was something to that, but Draco didn't feel up to thinking much on it. Draco only cared about getting off.
Draco was surprised to find that he enjoyed Harry's weight on him. He enjoyed being crushed under his body, with his teeth sinking into the fleshier parts of him, then licking and sucking a love bite on him; a personal tattoo. He knew there would be bruises in the morning, but again he didn't care. He wanted Harry soldered to him, from mouth all the way down to his toes. Harry whispered obscenities in his ear now and then, and then told him to raise his knees.
Draco was drowning in feelings, scents, sounds, and tastes. At times he was estatic, joyful, never wanting this to end; but then, at other times, he became afraid, vulnerable, angry, annoyed. . . . his heart was nearly to the surface, so close to bursting out and onto his sleeve, to bleed all over Harry, that he almost pushed Harry away. He couldn't afford these feelings now. He had to keep his head on straight. Falling for Potter was one of the last things he ever wished to do. Potter was a Gryffindor, a goodie-goodie, a do-gooder. . . he could not let his heart get away from him; he won't allow it.
And yet, the Draconis Mark on his arm burned a soft green.
Harry sighed in relief as he finally inhaled some oxygen. He had no idea that he could do things like that, and especially to Draco Malfoy. It was so exhilarating and . . . and actually fun. He laid his head down on Draco's thigh and closed his eyes. "Draco . . ."
Draco got up on one elbow and looked down at the flushed Harry Potter. "Yes?"
"That was . . . very . . . you know." Harry had pursed his lips together, trying not to smile too much.
"Indeed it was, my pride of lions. You were decent for your first time."
Harry snorted, "I guess I was, my little nest of vipers."
Draco laughed.
~TBC~
The Jarvey resembles an overgrown ferret in most respects, except for the fact that it can talk. True conversation, however, is beyond the wit of the Jarvey, which tends to confine itself to short (and often rude) phrases in an almost constant stream. ^_^ This information is taken from Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them.