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The joyful feelings from Christmas were enough to sustain them until the end of the holidays. However Harrison was unable to completely ignore the feelings that were growing inside of him. He was prepared of course…as much as he could be for this tournament. However what was he supposed to do against his growing feelings for Harry? After all that had happened he wondered if he would ever be able to feel calm at Hogwarts without being able to see Harry for himself. It was obvious that it would take a long time for him to recover from his dabbling with the Dark Arts. What if he had grown addicted? What if he continued using them without either of them finding out? He knew that now as not the time to become distracted…and yet he couldn't seem to control himself.
Harrison stared up at the engine that would take him back to Hogwarts and all the complications that awaited there. He was grateful for the peace he had had while back at home. Despite all that had happened seeing Harry again seemed to renew him somehow. His time with his Lord had also been beneficial. He had learned much during his time with him…and he felt as though they had grown closer.
He looked over at Draco knowing that his brother was eager to get back to Hogwarts. There he could continue the courting of Blaise without them constantly being watched by his parents. Harry and his Lord had been forced to say their goodbyes at the manor. He smiled fondly to himself as he remembered his private goodbyes with his Lord the night before.
Harrison looked in at Harry one last time before heading back to the study. He had already packed the most important of the books that he was going to need. He just couldn't think of anything else that he should do before the night before leaving back to Hogwarts.
He entered the study but was surprised to find that he was not alone. He could see the outline of his Lord against the fire and shifted. He had used the study before while his Lord had been there. However there was something about the feeling tonight that made it seem more…intimate.
He had decided it would be best to leave when his Lord turned towards him. "Harrison? Is that you? No need to leave on account of me…We are both aware that I am the guest here."
Harrison paused at that tone. He had heard their Lord use it on Harry countless times. It was a gentle and softly spoken tone. He reentered the study and came to join his Lord by the fire. He took the moment to observe his Lord. The fire light glowed upon his face making his dark hair air stand out even more against the light. Even more so his dark red eyes looked amazing in the light. Harrison hadn't realized he was staring until he realized those eyes were gazing back at him.
"Harrison." Voldemort turned and looked at his young consort. So young…so beautiful. He reached forward and caressed Harrison's cheek. He had been so focused on preparing his consort for the Tournament…that he had forgotten his time with him was so limited.
Harrison froze at his Lord's touch. It was so tender. He leaned into it as his dark eyes watched his Lord to see his intentions. He stepped closer "I came to study some more before going back to Hogwarts my Lord…but perhaps it might be wise if we savor our time together instead."
Voldemort smirked down at his consort and nodded "I agree with you…We see so little of each other as it is…"
Harrison nodded and looked up at his lord through his dark lashes. "I heard from Harry that you gifted him with a kiss…It seems unfair that I have not yet received mine."
Voldemort nodded and gave a slow smile "Indeed. I have been remiss" He leaned in and looked down at Harrison "Perhaps I should rectify that now?"
Harrison smiled back and nodded "I agree."
The kiss had been as simple and sweet as the one shared with Harry had been…however there were smoldering intentions beneath it that were not so innocent.
Harrison was brought back to the present by the sound of the train whistle blowing. It was time to head back. He was focused there was also more at stake. At the party Dumbledore had finally managed to introduce himself to Harry and His Lord and their disguised forms…It had been inevitable but the timing had been horrible. He had invited them to attend the tournament. An invitation from Dumbledore to such an event could not be turned down without it reflecting poorly on the family.
The fact that Harry would now be brought closer to that man was enough danger to inspire Harrison to do more. He closed his eyes as he sat down in his compartment. He was no longer Harrison…he was back to being Altair Malfoy.
When the train arrived he and Draco quickly found their way to ride back to the castle by themselves. Though of course when Blaise asked if he could join they allowed him to. Harrison was quiet for most of the ride. He knew that his time of leisure was officially at an end. His life was about to become tense…and possibly uncomfortable.
Draco knew what thoughts were going through Harrison's mind and so did not push him. He had his own occupations that kept his mind busy. Such as the thought that Blaise was seated next to him with his large warm hand settled nicely on his thigh. He enjoyed being with his parents and Harry of course…However now that he and Blaise were to have more time to themselves he could not deny that he was looking forward to the experience. He was eager to explore the possibilities that their new circumstances provided them.
Blaise was thinking similar thoughts to Draco. He was aware that Altair was at least part of the reason Draco had been encouraged to follow his feelings for him. So had decided the younger Malfoy wouldn't mind if he made a few advances on his brother in his presence. It seemed as though he was a bit distracted anyways.
He kept his advances discreet throughout the welcoming back feast and even until they were back in the Slytherin Dorms. He waited until Altair had gone to sleep before making his first daring move.
Draco had settled in to sleep. It always took him a little longer to fall asleep on his first nights back. Malfoy Manor was filled with luxury, family, and safety. No matter how well Hogwarts was provided for…nothing could match his home.
He was breathing slowly when he felt the bed dip as someone joined him. He tensed, wondering who it might be. Then sighed in relief when he felt a familiar warm hand slid across his midsection. He turned and looked in surprise as he whispered softly "Blaise…?"
Blaise leaned over and gently pressed his cheek against Draco's "I'm not going to do anything tonight Dray…I just wanted you to know…I'm serious about you. I want you to know that every night possible you will fall asleep next to me. You will wake up next to me. You will feel my warmth surrounding you. Like a protective cage."
Draco smiled as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the strong hold surrounding him "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Malfoy Manor
Bright green eyes looked out in the garden as they wandered over it aimlessly in thought. Harry had been allowed off of bed rest. He was glad. He was not a restless sort but being forced to remain abed for so long had driven him a bit mad. He giggled to himself. Madness. That's what his Lord thought that he was risking when he had started using dark magic. His Lord didn't know the half of it.
He had received some great news tonight. He had been told with the greatest amount of severity from his Lord that they had been personally invited by Dumbledore to attend the final parts of the Tournament. Of course his Lord had stressed how dangerous going to these events would be for them. How careful he would have to be.
Harry gestured towards the fire and it blazed to keep the room warm. The light formed interesting shadows across his face and he smiled. His Lord didn't realize that this was an opportunity for them. Harrison was vulnerable to so many different dangers. Of course Draco would protect him…and now Blaise. But there was only so much they could do. He smiled as he moved to the bed and snuggled down into it. He would be able to help Harrison very soon. It was sure to be a lot of fun!
February 20th 1995
Four Days Before the Second Task
Hogwarts was as beautiful as Harry had imagined. Of course being in Malfoy Manor gave him high standards of beauty. He was carefully hidden under a cloak but he knew that was more for his Lord's state of mind than his own. He didn't care if people saw him. He felt a warm arm drape across his shoulders and looked up smiling softly towards his Lord.
Voldemort looked down at Harry. Of course they were in their disguised forms as the distant Malfoy relatives. He was not pleased that they had been forced into this situation. However it was unavoidable and not a complete disaster. As long as their true identities remained secret that was what was truly vital to him.
He knew that Harry was rather pleased by this whole arrangement. He supposed that at least one of them should enjoy themselves. He was glad to see that his little serpent had recovered well from his misadventures with Dark Magic. He sincerely hoped that Harry had learned his lesson. He didn't think his heart would be able to take any more.
Harrison saw Harry and his Lord arrive for the Task. Cedric had already given him a clue to figure out the golden egg. He didn't know what the Hufflepuff thought he was doing by sharing this clue. Harrison certainly hoped that he wouldn't think he would return the favor. He was in Slytherin after all. Same school or not they were enemies.
He spoke with them formally for a few moments welcoming them to his school and telling them that he appreciated their visit. He wished he could be less formal with them but Dumbledore would become suspicious if his behavior changed.
He ignored the calls from the Gryffindor table. They were not yelling at the Malfoys per say… however one in particular spoke loud enough to make his thoughts about the family clear. Harrison had never appreciated Ronald Weasley. Even for a Gryffindor he was ill behaved and rude. He was currently making remarks about how infested the castle had become with snakes. Those were the usual types of comments and remarks that he made. He wasn't brave enough to actually do anything about his opinions. All he could do was bark.
Harry was smiling at Harrison when he heard the remarks. While inside he was frowning. Who did that person think he was? He kept his face trained on Harrison even as his eyes sought out the source of those tasteless words. He was a red haired boy with pale skin and freckles. Over all an unattractive person. He turned to Harrison and asked politely "Who is that calling out those…words?"
Harrison was surprised by Harry's curiosity. Harry had been sheltered since coming into the Malfoy family. He was only around others besides the Malfoys and other Death Eaters at formal functions; and of course those kind of remarks were not said aloud. He hoped that Harry wasn't too upset by them and answered "Ronald Weasley. He is a Gryffindor but he is all bark and no action…he is merely an annoyance."
Dutifully Harry nodded his head as he was led away to the private rooms he would be staying at with their Lord. Ronald Weasley. It seemed that he was a problem for Harrison…not a big one but Harrison didn't need any unnecessary distractions at this crucial time. He would take care of him shortly.
Thank you all very much for your patience! I hope that the story made you smile and that you are enjoying it! Seems like sweet Harry isn't as sane as we all thought! We'll find out how much the Dark Magic affects his mind in the next chapter!