The Son of a Dark Lord
Summary: Harry Potter isn't really Harry Potter. Neither is he the Boy-Who-Lived, and is therefore thrown away as trash. When he turns sixteen, glamours unwraps his true self and he leaves the Light to find his real family. Slash, HP/DM.
Pairing/s: Harry(Serpens)/Draco
Warnings: Rather extreme Light-bashing, Father!Voldemort, 'nice' Death Eaters, James and Lily Potter alive, Harry Potter not being really Harry Potter and so on.
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter.
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New chapter, new chapter! Moving away from what has been the centre of the story these last few chapters, aka Hermione's narrow-minded little head, I present a new chapter for you to enjoy!
Warnings: Not much. Mentioning of torture this chapter but not graphic.
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Chapter Ten
Draco woke up feeling heavy and then remembered what they had done last night. Strangely enough he didn't get bright red at the memory of seeing his lover naked for the first time. Serpens had been so beautiful. Now he turned his head to watch said teen. He was lying on his side, frosty eyes closed and his breath was heavy and deep. He wouldn't wake up for a while unless Draco didn't wake him.
The blonde wasn't going to. It was Saturday and Serpens had earned to sleep in. Draco wouldn't be going anywhere either; they could call for a house-elf to get something to eat. So he settled back down and moved Serpens' arm around his waist, letting his head rest against the older teen's chest. He closed his eyes and let the lull of his lover's heartbeat soothe him to sleep.
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They didn't move outside the room until dinner. Then they came into the Great Hall and Theodore and Blaise immediately made place for them. The two sat down and Theodore said:
"Where've you guys been?"
"Sleeping," Draco replied. "His fault."
"You could've woken me up," Serpens replied.
"You look so cute when you're asleep."
Draco was rewarded with Serpens' faint blush and grinned. Then he got a mischievous glint in his eyes and wrapped their hands together and then placed them on top of the table so everyone could see. Serpens only glanced over at him with a small smile before continuing to eat. Draco really didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on forever, and he wouldn't care who looked. He wouldn't care about those Gryffindors anymore. Their words had hurt, yes, he wouldn't deny that but he wouldn't let them start it up again. He would shut them up one way or another before they could start on any of their lectures.
He looked over at Serpens. He was sure if he didn't do it, the older teen would. This had been a tense experience for them both and Draco wasn't sure how relaxed Serpens was. He knew from stories that the Dark Lord relaxed by torturing someone, and he had to wonder if his son was the same.
There was yet again foreign food and Draco happily picked up a bit of everything. Viktor and a few from Durmstrang weren't far away but they were discussing something with each other. Perhaps who were going to put their names into the goblet. No one under seventeen could do it. For Serpens that didn't matter. He wasn't interested in being in a tournament that was known for killing its participants.
Ron was in the hall this day. He looked positively sick and jumped every time someone addressed him. He also kept looking at himself, as to make sure there were no spiders. Hermione still didn't look too good, she glanced around suspiciously and she looked tired. Mattie didn't look much better, and Serpens suspected he might have gotten a letter from his father that demanded explanations. He was kind of sad to miss how the teen had reacted.
He noted that Thomas and Finnigan was glaring at them too, and wondered what crawled up their asses and died. Oh, ignorant Gryffindors really wore his patience thin. He knew now why Severus yearned to throttle some of them. Apparently the only relatively good on in that year was Parvati Patil. Serpens had helped her sister a few times, as Padma was in Ravenclaw. Padma was polite and kind, he didn't mind her. And he had seen her smile watching him and Draco so she was in his good books so far.
"Serpens?"
He hummed and looked back at Draco. He poked the fork at the food and smiled a bit.
"I was just thinking."
"About what?" the blonde asked.
"Oh, nothing special. Just let my mind wander. Is that any good?"
He pointed at a roll on Draco's plate and the blonde nodded. Serpens stuck his fork into it and took a bite.
"Hey, that was mine!"
"Get another one," the raven-haired teen said and chewed on it. "Hmm, this is quite good. I want more."
Thomas and Finnigan glaring were annoying. He would have to fix that soon.
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On Sunday, Luna was humming as she stood in the Entrance hall and the Golden trio looked over at her. Her hair was spilled out and she was wearing a purple robe, the colour quite a contrast to how most dressed in the school.
"It's just Loony Lovegood," Ron said.
"She's wearing that stupid necklace again," Hermione said and wrinkled her nose.
The blonde suddenly turned and stared airily right past them, and she smiled serenely.
"Serpens!" she called out and they turned around.
Said teen swept past them without sparing them a look, black cloak over his robes and he nodded his greeting to the girl as they began to walk outside.
"Where are your shoes?" he suddenly asked as he looked down. She was barefoot.
"Oh, they said I needed to be barefoot today. We're only going for a short walk anyway."
"… They?"
She just smiled and tilted her head, and Serpens felt his sanity would remain more intact if he didn't insist in knowing. So he let it go and she led the way to the Forbidden Forest.
"We aren't going to run in with the giant?" Serpens wondered as they stepped over roots and avoided branches. He hadn't been in the forest much before, and didn't know how much Hagrid wandered around. He just knew the giant wouldn't like seeing him as he was now. Hell, Hagrid hadn't been too fond of him back when he was Harry.
"No," Luna said. "It's something eating at his cabbage."
"Do I want to know how you know that?"
"Not really."
"Okay," he said and swung low as a branch nearly whipped him in the face.
There was a rustling of wings, and Luna stopped in short of one of the younger Thestrals. The leather-like wings folded as it spotted them, and slowly moved closer.
"It's a he," Luna said. "He was born last year."
The creature came closer and nosed on her face, recognizing her. Serpens smoothly moved over to the girl's side and ran a hand over the mane of the creature. The Thestral didn't seem to mind. He was bony, looking gaunt but Serpens had always thought the Thestrals had a strange kind of beauty to them.
Others came and joined, and a couple of minutes later Serpens was surrounded by them, smiling. They puffed at him, breathed out in his hair, nudged to get petted and he rather liked the attention. Luna gave them raw meat she had collected from the kitchen, and they were all eager to have a piece.
It was comforting and relaxing to be the Thestrals. To be outside the school too. Sure, he liked it in there but sometimes the noises grew too loud. He would have loved Hogwarts had it been half the amount of people in there. Then the noises wouldn't rise so high in the Great Hall. Maybe if he would make it so there were lesser people inside of Hogwarts. Yes, hearing Granger scream for her mummy and daddy before she died…
"You're thinking about something destructive again."
He immediately sobered and scowled over at Luna who only smiled at him. She had to be a mind-reader. She just had to be. He patted the nose of the Thestral in front of him and chuckled as said nose puffed at his chest.
"Where's Draco today?"
"Doing a project with Blaise and Pansy," Serpens replied. "Don't you get annoyed when people call you loony?"
"No," she said. "It makes everyone think I'm loony. It's a great advantage."
Her smile turned into a grin and he raised an eyebrow. "Remind me to not get on your bad side," he muttered.
"Same goes for you," she replied.
Oh. Well, she was probably right.
They were both kind of scary when they wanted to be.
Serpens grinned and stroke the ears of the Thestral. That wasn't so bad. He felt like doing something bad. But to who?
"Tell me, Luna… has anyone annoyed you recently?"
"Oh, lots of people annoy me," she said and looked over at him. "But I really don't like Zacharias."
"Which one is that?"
"Smith, in Hufflepuff. He's such an unpleasant boy."
"Zacharias Smith. What does he look like?"
"You're planning something," Luna said as they prepared to leave.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.
She thought for a moment. "No," she replied. "Not really." She took his hand and began to drag him back out from the forest. "Come on, let's see if he's in the Great Hall so I can point him out."
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Classes started anew on Monday and Draco thought Serpens was in a way too good mood. Maybe he did just throw away the unpleasant bits of the past away and completely forgot about them. It wasn't like the blonde thought much about what had happened, but he really wanted to know what had put Serpens in such a good mood.
But not right now. He snuggled back against Serpens' chest as he continued to read the chapter in the potions book for the next class. Serpens hummed lightly as he continued with his own work in potions, not bothered at all he practically had the blonde dumped on his lap.
"You're in a good mood," Draco stated after a while. They were in their room, on the bed with papers and books spread out around them.
"Yeah, I guess," Serpens said.
"Want to tell me why?"
"You're here."
"You've been in a good mood for longer than a few hours," Draco said.
"Oh, you mean that? I'm just planning something fun for myself," Serpens said. "Plus you're here. That always puts me in a good mood."
"Hmm, glad I can be of service."
Serpens chuckled.
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The next day the champions were to be announced. Draco was dragged into a discussion who was going to be the Hogwarts champion. And as he was dragged in by his year-mates, Serpens followed without fault.
"Who do you think will be the champion?" Pansy asked the older teen and they all turned to look at him.
"Hmm…" Serpens replied and looked around the hall. "If I had to take a guess, Cedric Diggory."
"From Hufflepuff?" Blaise said in doubt. "Come on."
"He's apparently a good dueller," Serpens said. He knew Cedric was a good dueller, and he would probably be able to face the tasks without losing his head. "I think he's a rather good candidate."
"You sure you haven't put your name in?" Pansy asked with a grin.
"Please, I'm not suicidal or wishing for some stupid glory," he scoffed. "Right now I'm interested in the goblet of fire."
"Why?" Draco asked, suspicious.
"The flames look nice."
Draco groaned at the straight answer. "You're not going to try stealing it, are you?" he hissed.
"They'll probably take it away after this," Serpens muttered. "So I won't have a chance to do it. Would've been nice though."
"You're not stealing it," the blonde said.
"Why not?"
"You are not stealing it."
"Alright, alright, I just said I liked the flames," Serpens said. "How stingy."
"I'd rather not give anyone any reason to have you in shackles and in a cell at the Ministry!"
"Like I'm going to be caught," Serpens said and looked over at him. He grinned. "After all, I'm his son."
"Who's son?" Blaise asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to cause mass panic," Serpens began and was cut off by Draco:
"Yes, you would. You would love it, laugh at everyone screaming and shoot off numerous spells before magically vanishing before anyone caught you."
"There is no need to be cynical with me, love," the raven-haired said.
"You would do that," Draco said.
"Just because I would doesn't mean I will do it now," Serpens said and Blaise looked between the two of them, confused. "He doesn't get who I am."
"It's because you haven't told him."
"One would think a Slytherin would be able to figure it out."
"Not when you give clues in such a strange fashion," Draco said before leaning closer to Blaise and Theodore and saying, "He's the son to the Dark Lord."
The two stared at Serpens. He glanced over at them. Pansy drank some juice and raised an eyebrow at the two boys, smiling secretly. It was so fun seeing Slytherins speechless. Granted, it didn't happen often so she treasured the times it did happen.
"And if any of you start to think 'we must address him more formally!' I'll kill you," Serpens said. "Got it?"
"Got it," Theodore managed.
"Good. Now, where were we in this discussion anyway?"
"Pansy asked if you really hadn't put your name in the goblet," Draco said.
"Good you keep track on things," Serpens said. "My thoughts are somewhat scattered today."
"What are you thinking about?" the blonde asked.
"I'm scheming evil things."
Draco groaned. "Why doesn't that answer surprise me?"
While Blaise and Theodore were still recovering from the news Serpens chuckled at Draco and nuzzled his hair before his eyes slid over to the Hufflepuff table. Luna was a Ravenclaw yet Zacharias Smith was giving her a hard time? But according to rumours, he gave a lot of people a hard time. He spotted the blonde, skinny boy and his eyes narrowed before turning away. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
A very interesting day…
The dinner went smoothly and it was time to announce the champions. From Beauxbatons was the girl everyone fawned after, Fleur Delacour. Guys nearly fainted as she walked past them and Serpens couldn't really understand why they behaved better. She wasn't even a full Veela for Merlin's sake!
Durmstrang was Victor Krum, but then again he suspected as such. Krum was famous and that fame wasn't just because he was a known Quidditch player. He had the skills and the nerves to face the tasks.
Then it was time for Hogwarts. Serpens honestly wasn't sure who it would be. He had placed his hopes for Cedric Diggory, mostly because he didn't know many other duellers at Hogwarts. He supposed there were people amongst the Slytherins that could do it but then the Slytherins mostly sought their own interest and not many were interested in getting a stupid cup and a thousand Galleons as prize. He did understand that, and fully agreed. The cup was just a pretty trinket and a thousand Galleons were nothing in his bank vault.
"Who will it be?" Draco asked as the fire prepared to hurl out the piece of parchment that would let them know who the Hogwarts champion was.
"I still go for Diggory," Serpens said stubbornly.
"Want to bet?" Draco asked.
"What are the terms?" he replied.
"If it is Diggory, I'll be your slave for one evening."
"Oh, I like the sound of that. And if it won't?"
"Same goes for you; you'll be my slave for one evening."
"Deal. But I'm going to win."
"You're sounding awfully confident," Draco said.
"Of course. Because I'm going to win."
"Sometimes I don't understand your logic…"
"Good. Don't try. Here it comes."
Draco looked over at Serpens and figured the older teen would win. Being Serpens' slave for one evening… for some embarrassing reason, that didn't sound bad at all.
The teen looked ridiculously smug as Cedric Diggory rose up and received the applauses with a smile.
"Alright, alright," Draco hissed. "You win! Want me to be it tonight?"
"Nah, I got plans tonight," Serpens said and pressed his lips to the blonde's temple.
"What kind of plans?" Draco murmured.
"Fun plans."
"Fun in your way or fun in normal way?"
"Fun in my way of course."
"Serpens…"
"I'll be fine, don't worry. I won't get caught."
Draco wasn't sure what to feel. Partly he was terrified someone was going to discover Serpens and have him removed while partly he was excited to see what the teen would do and to who.
"Who?" he whispered.
"No one with connection to me," Serpens said. "But according to a dreamy little blonde girl, he's such an unpleasant boy."
"Dreamy little blo-Luna Lovegood?"
"She likes to take walks with the Thestrals, and so we took a walk and she mentioned it. So I'll take care of an unpleasant boy tonight. Don't wait up for me, love."
Draco kissed him and pouted.
"I'll wait up if I want to," he replied as they rose up and prepared to leave. "How are you going to stop this guy?"
"I have friends," Serpens said.
"Who?"
"I'll introduce you to them soon."
Draco still didn't know about the twins. Sure, he knew Serpens had had some help with the prank against the Golden trio of Gryffindor and that the twins were behind Ron's but he didn't fully know. But Serpens would introduce Fred and George to Draco.
"Who are they?" Draco asked.
"You'll like them," Serpens replied.
"It's them, isn't it?"
"It's who, I wonder?"
"Yes, Forge, who might it be?"
Draco jumped and whirled around as Fred and George slung one arm each around Serpens' shoulders, both grinning at the blonde.
"We won't let him get away-" Fred began.
"-So don't look so worried, Serpens. He's in our sight-"
"-And we got the trap planned already."
"Trap, huh? That's clever of you. Won't anyone else be caught in it though?" Serpens wondered.
"Nope!" Fred said with a grin.
"We made sure-"
"-Only the chosen victim could end up in the trap!"
"How very smart. I didn't think you'd have the brains for it."
The two scowled and stuck their tongues out at him. He only smiled.
"Oh, you two, retreat those tongues and say hello to my lover, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is the ever-annoying Weasley twins I tripped over when school had just begun."
"Tripped over," Fred muttered. "Tripped over he says. Bloody sod. Hello, Draco."
"Nice to meet you, Draco," George said. "Ah, he's closing in."
"We better get going then," Serpens said. He kissed Draco's forehead and smiled at him. "I'll come back later, okay?"
"Alright," the blonde said. Before he turned to leave though, he smiled and continued, "Have fun."
Serpens' smile turned feral. "Oh, I will."
-o-
Zacharias Smith wasn't sure at first what had happened. He felt heavy and sluggish, and it took him minutes to even be able to open his eyes. And when he did, he wished he hadn't.
It looked like the dungeons. Yet the smell and the warmth told him it wasn't. There was neither dampness nor chill nearby. It just looked like the dungeons.
"He's awake."
Zacharias snapped his head towards the voice and saw a person lean against the wall, face hidden by a simple, white mask over the upper face. Eyes behind the mask stared at him, and a smile played at the teen's lips. It was male, tall, and dressed in black robes with a hood that hid the hair.
"Indeed he is."
He snapped to the wall opposite and another teen was there, identical with the exception his robes were white, and his mask black.
"Then I guess we can begin?"
A third voice, a person passed him from having stood behind him and Zacharias gulped. This one wore a blood red robe, black hair spilling down his shoulders and a red mask on his upper face. He grinned at the shackled boy who realized the shackles were inserted in the ceiling and there were shackles binding his ankles to the floor. They held him upright but also numbed his arms.
"Who the hell are you?" he shouted.
"Now, now, not so loudly," the one with red mask said. "It bounces off in here terribly. You don't want to give me a headache now would you?"
"Shut up! Let me go! Let me go! Wait until the headmaster gets to hear-!"
"Oh, he will know," the red-masked teen said and strokes his wand against Zacharias' cheek. He leaned closer, grin still there and the eyes glittering pools of ice. "Trust me, he will know."
Just not in the way Zacharias Smith hoped.
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Draco woke up after midnight feeling someone sliding into the bed and he turned around sleepily. Serpens kissed him carefully and the blonde mumbled:
"You're late…"
"I'm sorry," Serpens sniggered, "I wasn't aware I had a curfew."
"Now you do," Draco tried to say sternly. "Hug me."
"With pleasure."
The blonde didn't ask who it was, or what Serpens had done to that person. He figured he would get to know in the morning.
He got to know. In a very screamish, sobbing and scary kind of way.
The one to discover the victim was a bunch of Ravenclaws on their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. In the doorway to the hall an unconscious fourth year had been lying and had been indentified as Zacharias Smith.
The screaming came in before he was identified, and when he had been turned over to his back as he was found on his stomach.
His face was a mess. His nose broken, several deep scratched crossing over his skin and dried blood in his hair. He had a few wounds on the rest of his body but most of the damage was done to his face. And worst part, according to everyone, was that his mouth was sewn shut.
Draco listened to all this, of course Pansy knew it all, during breakfast and didn't dare glancing over at Serpens. Everyone was kind of skittish and nervous, and the teachers would patrol the halls and trying to find the culprit. Of course no student was suspect. At least that was what the professors said. The Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang students didn't seem as nervous as the Hogwarts, and Victor Krum had only raised an eyebrow when he heard about the incident. Then he had simply said in his rough English:
"Whoever it was he probably deserved it."
Ah, that was the kind of reply Serpens liked.
He listened to Pansy's tale and refrained from chuckling. Fred and George had offered to dump the body somewhere visible. Fred had been wearing the white mask and black robes while George had worn the opposite. The masks had only been added the day before as there was a possibility that Dumbledore could tear through their Oblivate and find out their faces. Serpens hadn't thought that far, and was glad at least someone of them had had brain enough to think that up.
Now the blonde turned to him and Serpens realized Pansy was done. Draco's eyebrow rose in a question. Was it you?
"Who did you say it was again?" Serpens asked Pansy instead.
"Zacharias Smith," she replied.
"Oh, him. Such an unpleasant boy…"
Draco's eyes widened and Serpens swooped down, kissed his cheek near the ear and whispered:
"It was me."
The blonde gave almost an unnoticeable nod and smiled at him.
"Yeah, I heard he was a bit unpleasant," Pansy said. "He talked back to anyone and kept thinking he was the best. I wonder how he's doing."
"What, you don't know?" Theodore asked. "Shocking."
She hit in on the arm and scowled. Draco intertwined his hand with Serpens' and turned to him.
"How is he doing?" he whispered.
"He'll probably come back to school unless he's too scared to," Serpens replied. "But he won't remember who did it. It's a bit tricky to let him remember the pain but not the ones who caused it but I think we did a decent job of it."
"Be careful, okay?" the blonde said. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Don't worry," Serpens said. "I won't let anything happen to myself. Or to you. Or to anyone I don't want hurt."
"Really? How?" Draco asked but with a smile.
"By just being myself of course."
"You're far too arrogant for your own good," Draco muttered.
"Well, I got you to knock me down, don't I?"
"I most certainly will," the blonde said with a grin.
Serpens snickered and covered the blonde's mouth.
"We're supposed to be in mourning for Smith," he said. "No grinning."
"He isn't even dead," Draco huffed but he did stop grinning and turned back to his food.
"You sound whiny."
"Can't I be whiny?" the blonde muttered. "Kiss me."
Serpens shrugged and pecked him on the cheek. He was aware of some looks but didn't care; he had every right to show his affection for his lover. If they had something to say about it, they might as well cut off their own tongue and stuff it down their throats because otherwise he would do it. Or maybe they could just shut up.
Didn't really matter; either outcome would be as fun to watch.
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Zacharias Smith came back shortly before Halloween, jumpy and scared. Dumbledore and the Aurors had concluded the assailant was an adult wizard coming into the school, and the headmaster put up stronger surveillance outside to make sure no one could get in unauthorized. It was kind of funny how easy it could be avoided running into any of the obstacles, but Serpens wasn't about to share that fact with Dumbledore.
School ran smoothly and things calmed down about the foreign students. But one fine Sunday Serpens found himself in the kitchens, a Butterbeer in his hand and a pair of grinning redheads across him.
"So…" he said.
"So," Fred and George replied.
"Any reason why we're here? Oh, thank you." He accepted a roll from a dish a house-elf had brought him and the small creature almost fainted hearing that. The twins shook their heads and took some rolls as well.
"The reason why we're here," Fred began.
"—is because we're bored—"
"—and we would like to entertain the foreign students—"
"—and of course humiliate some others," George finished.
"Sounds fun enough. Got any plans for it?" Serpens asked as he licked off some sauce from his fingers.
Their grins said enough.
-o-
Halloween dinner passed recently quiet, as the gossip about the attack had quieted down and everything was slowly turning back to normal. Well, not for long. Serpens had planned with the twins for a few days now and they started to have a prank formed. It wouldn't do any blood-spilling, just good-natural chaos and fun. The teachers might not appreciate it as much, as they already look a bit bad to the foreign students when letting Smith's attacker get away. But Serpens didn't really care about that. Neither did Fred and George. It wouldn't matter so much if they were caught; they were on the suspect-list constantly anyway.
The prank was due after the first task of the tournament but before Christmas. Early December perhaps. It wouldn't happen in the Great Hall. Instead it was focus on the main corridors used to get to classrooms. They had to work carefully during the nights to get the spells ready and placed out at the right places. Serpens wondered why some people thought pranks were just mindless doing; this certainly took a lot of stealth and sneaking around to be accomplished.
"You're spacing out."
Serpens blinked and looked over at Draco who raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled brightly and said:
"Just thinking."
"Spacing out," the blonde corrected and Serpens scowled. "What did you think about?"
"Stuff," the older teen absently replied as he glanced around the hall.
"What kind of stuff?"
"Hmm, you'll see sooner or later." He pressed his nose to Draco's hair, inhaled his lover's scent and grew almost drowsy in a moment. Draco had the tendency to do that with him without meaning it. Most of the time the blonde wasn't aware he was doing that.
The blonde shook his head at Serpens' secrecy but turned back to his conversation with Viktor Krum about some Quidditch game they both had seen. Serpens looked around the hall, poking at his food. It was really good food, he just wasn't in the mood. He dropped the fork and took Draco's hand instead, intertwining their hands and the blonde didn't say anything about it nor did Viktor. The Bulgarian had looked at them the first time it happened but he was probably used to it now.
Finally Draco nudged his hand back to the fork and Serpens sighed before starting to eat the almost cold food. The chatter around him was as always, a bit irritating. It appeared like no matter what table you sat at seemed to drown out the noises and with hundreds of students talking it was a lot. Add how it bounced around the walls and a sane person could go crazy.
He could finally focus on dessert and probably devoured more than what healthy but it helped drowning out all the talking so he was satisfied with that. And once the tables were cleared Dumbledore rose up and the talking died down. Serpens scratched at the table as the headmaster talked a bit about Halloween, and then the old Samhain and the teen couldn't help but wonder why they called this celebration Halloween. That was what the Muggles called it, right? Shouldn't wizards and witches at least call it All Hallows Eve? Or go with the Samhain? Then again, this was Dumbledore; he loved Muggles and would do anything to keep butting their traditions into the school.
After his speech they were dismissed and the whole student mass rose up, almost like one person. Serpens found that funny and grinned a little, confusing Draco but the blonde calmed down as he drew the boy near and kissed his forehead.
"What are you so giddy about?" Draco said. "You didn't have any alcoholic to drink while I wasn't looking, right?"
"Can't I be giddy about life?" Serpens said.
"No," Draco muttered. "That's just scary."
"Well, I am giddy about life. Or maybe it's love. Right now, I'm very giddy but that's because I got a cute blonde in my arms."
Draco grew bright red and Serpens laughed. Viktor shook his head at them before fighting to get back to the ship where all the Durmstrang students camped out.
"Don't say things like that! At least not until I've learned to control my blushing!"
"I think that is an impossible feat, Draco dear."
"Watch me! I'll learn it so don't you dare say things like that in public!" Draco nearly shrieked.
"Ah, but isn't practice the best way to go?" Serpens cooed. "I can practice with you."
"No. Not here!"
"Cutie."
Draco blushed again and Serpens chuckled.
"Mm, your cheeks looks red, darling."
"Serpens," Draco squeaked.
"Oh, I think I'm going to enjoy myself a lot the following months," Serpens said and grinned.
"You're a horrible, horrible, horrible person."
They had moved out into the hall and Serpens slipped an arm around Draco's waist, feeling happiness swell as Draco wrapped his own arm around Serpens' waist in return.
"But you love me anyway," he countered.
He would deny flying on fluffy white clouds of joy when Draco replied:
"That I do."
Tbc…
New chapter! A bit short compared to the last one but that's okay too.
Chapter eleven: The prank is played out. Lily Potter becomes Lily Evans. The first task, and the beginning of Christmas holidays.
Can't say for sure when the next chapter comes out, but it will show up sooner or later!
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro