Wicked Game
DaggersBloodPain
A/N I am sorry for the heinously long delay but here is the new chapter.
Chapter Ten
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"Oh Harry why didn't you tell us before?" Draco asked softly, encouraging Harry to open his eyes and face his friends.
"I was too ashamed." The brunette wizard admitted.
"You honestly thought we would turn you away for something your uncle did?"
"I wouldn't defend myself against them, I'm weak." Harry mumbled.
"We know you better than that Harry. You could have defended yourself but you would have landed yourself in Azkaban doing it. Any other reasons were forced upon you when you were too young to fight back." Blaise explained.
"The fact you are still here says you're strong so please stop denying it." Theo said difinitively, voicing all of their thoughts.
"Thanks guys," Harry replied simply. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was feeling uncomfortable and a touch overwhelmed by their unanimous show of support.
"So you're not disgusted?" He asked again.
"How long will it take to pound it into your head that we are not going to abandon you? No we are not disgusted, and the only one we are angry at is your pathetic excuse for relatives. They were in the wrong and we know it." Draco said forcefully.
"Probably a long time," Harry replied, but a small smile was on his lips and it actually reached his eyes.
"I just happen to know a certain potion's professor that had finished his grading for the evening, one who just might want to know how you are doing." Draco supplied slyly.
"How do you know he is done grading?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because I know my godfather, he always finishes grading by this time. I know he was the one who persuaded you to tell us what happened at your relatives house, and is probably wondering how you handled it." Draco explained.
"So what?" Harry answered.
"So, go to him already. You know you want to." Blaise encouraged.
Harry needed no further prodding for him to vacate the dorm room and head to Severus' quarters. His friends quietly laughing at his retreating back, knowing Harry would probably return early the next morning with a few new markings to add to his collection. Draco wondered if he remembered the 'old crowd' meeting for the next night, demos were usually done shirtless to give greater rang of motion to the new technique or spell. The Old Crowd was in for an eyeful.
Harry arrived in Severus' quarters to find him pouring over an old book, a pile of freshly marked essays laying in a neat stack took up the top left hand corner of the desk, the pot of red ink safely capped and stored away. It looked like Draco did know what he was talking about concerning his godfather's personal grading habits, Harry made a mental note to thank him.
Harry wasted no time dragging the older wizard into his arms.
"I take it everything went well?" Severus asked, slightly distracted by the brunette wizard now softly nibbling the delicate flesh of his neck.
"You could say that." Harry answered with a near growl, emerald eyes darkening with lust, blood rushing straight to his lower regions.
"Told you that you had nothing to worry about." Severus said in what would have been a smooth voice, if it weren't for Harry's attentions turning it rough.
"Never took you for the 'I told you so' type." Harry replied as he started rescuing Severus from the confining cloth of his teaching robes.
"Only when necessary." Severus said with a smirk that was quickly overpowered.
Coherent thought was lost as they stumbled towards Severus' bed, the door snapping shut behind them. Neither wizard would be heard from for the remainder of the evening, and most of the night, into early morning.
When Harry finally stumbled back to his dorm room dawn was just on the edge of the horizon. Sliding into bed after changing he closed the curtains and fell asleep hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep before he had to go to classes tomorrow. He actually pitied Severus' first class of the day. The older man was either going to be in a really good mood, or in the much more likely scenario, he was going to be cranky due to the sleep deprivation. Harry was feeling lucky that he didn't have his lover's class until afternoon, enough time to allow Severus to down enough caffeine and Pepper-Up potions to be vaguely civil again, well civil for him anyway.
Draco was the first one awake in the morning, he could tell be the strewn about clothing that Harry was back, but hadn't been for very long or the house elves would have already retrieved the dirty garments. With a smirk on his lips he headed towards the waiting showers. Theo and Blaise were quick to follow his example, leaving Harry and the two snoring lumps that were Crabbe and Goyle.
After they finished their morning rituals, Crabbe and Goyle were starting to show signs of waking, while Harry was still dead to the world. A simultaneous evil smirk crossed their faces as Blaise pulled out his wand, a muttered spell later and Harry leapt up with a startled curse as ice cold water coursed over him. The boys got a good look at the new layer of bite marks and scratches as he retreated to the bathroom for a nice warn shower to wash away the remnants of his frozen awakening. Grumbling the whole time of unique and fitting punishments for his 'friends'.
That made Draco, Blaise, and Theo a bit nervous. Harry was the commonly assumed strongest wizard in their year. He had the power to back up his threats. There was also the distinct possibility they would become the guinea pigs at tonight's Old Crowd meeting. No one really wanted to be the one to help Harry demonstrate a technique that he hadn't shown them the counter to yet, and he was likely to be a little harsher on them simply because they managed to piss him off. Waking a person up be dumping cold water on them was sufficient to piss off a saint, which Harry clearly wasn't.
A/N I know it is short for such a long wait, and I have no excuse that you haven't heard before. I can tell you the next chapter will see the return of Dudley torture and you will finally see the Old Crowd when this chapter will come I have no idea.