DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or any of its characters and I do not make any profit off of this. This is only for my pure enjoyment and those who wish to read.
CLAIMER: I OWN my original character Kieran McGonagall.
WARNING: This is a MALE X MALE / SLASH fan-fiction. If you DO NOT like same-sex relationships, then this story may not be for you. This will be AU.
BETA READER: There is no beta reader for this fan-fiction, so there will be mistakes that I have missed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to write something somewhat fluffy and include Draco in that. This happened. Oh well. Enjoy.
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"Ow, watch it," a whispered hiss reverberated throughout the cramped space of the Hogwarts' broom shed.
"Sorry," said an equally quiet Scottish tilt.
A huff of exasperation fluttered tousled mocha locks before a small orb of light emitted from the tip of the first speaker's wand. The glow lit up short platinum locks that were slightly disheveled in the brief shuffle for balance that took place in the dark space. Liquid silver narrowed at the smirk gracing the brunette's lips.
"You're not sorry at all, are you?" Draco hissed, his words missing their usual bite when aimed at the members of the House of Lions.
Kieran's smirk grew more sheepish as the slightly taller male shrugged his shoulders, whiskey brown orbs reflecting the Gryffindor's amusement of their current situation.
"It's only a wee accident, Malfoy. How was I to know the entrance would lock automatically behind us?" Kieran asked and earned a half-hearted punch to his left shoulder.
"Merlin, you are such a bloody pain in my neck sometimes, McGonagall," Draco sighed, turning away from the brunette to face the shed door.
Quidditch practice had turned into a mock match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The somewhat decent game had quickly turned into a brutal blood sport with both teams trying to one up the other using any means necessary. A battle of houses soon stopped by a furious Deputy Headmistress and an equally dour faced Potions Master, Heads of the formally mentioned rivalry houses.
"What were you even doing at the pitch anyway?" Draco muttered, casting an unlocking charm at the door with little success.
"Watching me, were you?" Kieran whispered rhetorically, casting his own charms at the stubborn door.
Draco twisted on his heels, his rosy lips forming his familiar sneer. The cramped space prevented much maneuvering and Draco quickly found himself pressed up against the other seventh year. Whiskey browns blinked in surprise at the rapid heartbeat vibrating against his chest, a heartbeat not matching his own calm and relaxed rhythm.
"Hey, are you alright?" Kieran asked, honestly concerned as he noticed a bead of sweat trail down the blonde's face that had nothing to do with the earlier game.
It was fairly cool outside with the Yule holiday soon approaching and the temperature inside the broom shed was not much different.
"No, I'm not bloody alright! I am stuck in a broom shed in December! My shoulder is killing me, because the female weasel thought it would be hilarious knocking me off of my broom! It is too small in here and I CANNOT BREATHE!" Draco ended with a shout, his cheeks flushed and breathing labored.
Making a snap decision, Kieran wrapped one arm around the panicked blonde's shoulders and turned them around. With his hand pressing Draco's face against his chest, Kieran used his body to practically shield the blonde before aiming his wand at the door. The blasting curse hit the door and the wood exploded outward.
"Great Scott!"
Kieran winced at the surprised shout and released his hold on an amazingly docile Draco. The brunette quickly exited the shed and met the sight of narrowed whiskey orbs much like his own.
"Kieran McGonagall you best be explainin' yourself right this instant or so help me Merlin you'll be findin' yourself greetin' Madam Pomfrey in the mornin'!" Minerva voiced loudly, her Scottish brogue coming out with each word.
Movement behind Kieran had his Aunt's gaze shift targets and her face pinched in anger.
"Sorry, Aunt Minnie, the door locked behind us when Malfoy and I were putting up the rest of the brooms," Kieran stated before Minerva could assume anything of ill nature.
"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?" Minerva asked, her tone giving no false pretenses to what she thought about the current situation.
"Yes, Professor," Draco voiced boredly, brushing a piece of splintered wood off of his Quidditch uniform.
The blonde frowned; wanting nothing more in that moment than to head off to the prefect baths for a nice long soaking.
"And whose bright idea was it to blast the door into oblivion?" Minerva practically growled, her annoyed gaze never wavering away from the Slytherin.
"Ah, that was my doing," Kieran admitted quickly. "The unlocking charms we used did not work and I was desperate."
Minerva's gaze flickered and her shoulders grew less tense as she focused on her nephew. Sighing heavily, Minerva fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Off with the two of you. Curfew is approaching," Minerva ordered firmly, fixing the shed door with a wave of her wand.
Draco strolled off without hesitation or a backwards glance. Kieran bid his aunt a good night before quickly following the blonde's lead.
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"Amortentia," Professor Severus Snape voiced after a moment of silence, waiting for the joint Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh year students settled down with their quills and parchment.
Draco stared at the potion stationed at the front of the class, his moonbeam orbs focused on the spiral-shaped steam drifting from the mother-of-pearl sheen surface.
"…most powerful love potion in the world," Professor Snape droned on, the scratching of notes being taken going unheard by the Malfoy heir as the scent of chamomile, mint and a note of cedar caught his sense of smell. "…smells different for everyone…"
Moonbeam orbs trailed away from the potion only to pause on a head full of tousled mocha locks. Kieran grinned at something Seamus whispered even as the brunette wrote down every word Professor Snape was speaking about the love potion.
"This is an advanced potion that will be on your NEWT exams, so you dunderheads best pay attention—Mr. Finnigan, do you have something you wish to add?"
Seamus clamped his mouth shut, his eyes glinting with humor despite his suddenly pale complexion at being caught by the stern gaze.
"Mr. McGonagall, how about you inform all of us what you can smell from the potion," Professor Snape practically growled, his dark gazed narrowed at the second most annoying thorn in his side.
Kieran swallowed, before giving the air a hesitant sniff.
"Uh…crisp apples, citrus, hints of honey dust and…wand polish," Kieran voiced, his cheeks flushing as a couple of students laughed at his last confession.
Kieran playfully shoved Seamus, whose laughter was the loudest, until he slipped off of his bench and onto the floor.
"Enough. Mr. Finnigan pick yourself up. Ten points from Gryffindor for foolish behavior," Professor Snape sneered down his nose at the two males. "Class dismissed. Get out of my sight."
Biting his lip to keep his grin at bay, Kieran hurried out of the classroom with the other Gryffindors. Moments before exiting the room, whiskey orbs met liquid mercury.
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"…without your body guards, say Malfoy?"
At Dean's voice coming from an abandoned corridor, Kieran paused on his way to the Gryffindor common room.
"Back off, Thomas," Malfoy hissed, his wand clutched tightly in one hand while the blonde cradled his other close to his chest.
Dean scoffed, his own wand drawn and aimed at the Slytherin.
"I see the way you stare at Kieran, Malfoy. We both do," Seamus spoke up next and Kieran turned down the corridor to see his two friends holding the blonde at wand point.
Seamus was sporting a busted lip and Dean had a welt on his cheek, both injuries most likely caused by Draco. Aside from his swollen hand, Draco seemed to have a tear on his left knee that was slowly staining his slacks red.
"What is going on here?" Kieran demanded, slowly unsheathing his own wand but keeping it aimed at the stone floor.
Three pairs of eyes flickered in the brunette's direction and inhaled shapely at the intense gaze racking over him.
"The snake attacked us," Dean voiced quickly, his gaze darting to Draco and then to Seamus. "We were defending ourselves."
"Oh?" Kieran said, considering the situation. "Malfoy isn't one to usually attack someone unprovoked, especially outnumbered."
Seamus' jaw clenched.
"Stay out of it, McGonagall," Draco snapped, taking a step away from the corridor wall only to stumble when putting weight on his injured leg.
"You two should go, before I change my mind. Malfoy, I'll take you to the Hospital Wing," Kieran stated, daring someone to argue back.
Malfoy was the only one to do so, Seamus and Dean turning away and stalking off.
"I don't need or want your help," Draco sneered, moonbeam orbs dark as steel.
Kieran rolled his eyes, not hesitating to step closer to Draco and grabbing one of the blonde's arms. Draco jerked back, but Kieran had a firm hold and wrapped his other arm around Draco's waist.
"Calm down. I'm doing this whether you like it or not," Kieran muttered, taking most of Draco's weight on himself before beginning to lead the way to the Hospital Wing.
"Unhand me this instant! I told you that I do not need your help! You hard headed, irritating—mhmm!"
Draco's eyes grew wide as mouth was covered and his taste immediate assaulted by chamomile and mint. Whiskey orbs remained focused on moonbeam pools as the tension slowly eased from Draco. Kieran's arm tightened around Draco's waist, pulling the blonde closer and their kiss deepened. Draco's free hand rose and nimble fingers grabbed hold of the front of the brunette's robes.
Parting for breath, Kieran nuzzled the side of Draco's neck. Draco shivered at the feel of warm breath fluttered across his sensitive flesh. At the feel of a tentative lick, Draco gasped before splaying a hand against Kieran's face and pushing the brunette away, a flush dusting the blonde's cheeks.
"Don't just lick me!" Draco voiced in a loud whisper, his eyes darting around the empty corridor.
Kieran retaliated by licking the hand covering his mouth. Draco jerked his hand back and glared at the smirk adorning the brunette's lips.
"You taste of honey dust and you smell of apples and…," Kieran leaned back into Draco and nipped the blonde playfully on his ear lobe. "Citrus."
Draco moaned.
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"Hold still, Mr. Malfoy. I'll have you right as rain soon enough," Madam Pomfrey voiced as she examined Draco's cut knee and swollen hand.
A simple wave of her wand had the cut on Draco's knee healed over and the tear in his slacks mended. Another flick and the swelling in Draco's hand had all but vanished.
"Be easy with your hand, Dearie. It'll be slightly stiff for an hour or so," Madam Pomfrey stated before she shuffled over to her next patient who was an unfortunate second year Hufflepuff covered in boils.
"Wonder what spell she used," Kieran murmured, taking careful hold of Draco's hand and turning it over in his own.
"Why? Planning to become a Healer?" Draco scoffed, his words lacking any bite.
Kieran grinned down at the blonde still sitting on the hospital bed.
"And if I was?" Kieran questioned.
"Merlin help us all," Draco voiced, his mouth curving upwards at Kieran's mock affronted look.
Realizing he was still holding Draco's hand, Kieran let the blonde go and grinned.
"Best hurry up or we'll miss dinner," Kieran pointed out, nudging Draco's leg with his knee and motioned for the blonde to stand.
Draco instead glanced over at Madam Promfrey. Seeing that she was still busy with the tearful second year Hufflepuff, Draco leaned back on his good hand and smirked up at Kieran.
"What if I'm not hungry?" Draco asked teasingly.
Kieran felt his mouth go dry and he struggled to hide his suddenly tight slacks without drawing the lower half of him any attention. Whiskey orbs flickered in Madam Promfrey's direction. A second later, Draco found himself in a pair of firm arms and his mouth being devoured by a man starved.
"Uh-Hmm."
The two froze at the clearing of a throat and moonbeam orbs caught sight of Madam Promfrey standing just beyond Kieran, the Healer aiming pursed lips at them. Blood flooded Draco's cheeks as Kieran broke their kiss to turn around to face the dragon in her lair.
"Out," Madam Promfrey ordered, a touch of amusement flickering in her tone as she pointed to the Hospital Wing doors.
A nervous chuckle escaped Kieran, before the brunette grabbed Draco's uninjured hand and tugged the blonde out of the Hospital Wing. Sharing a glance, Kieran chuckled again as Draco turned his nose up at the brunette. The blonde's cheeks were still burning and Kieran found the sight most adorable. The twitch of Draco's lips just highlighted the brunette's thoughts.
"Hogsmeade weekend is coming up," Kieran stated as the two drew closer to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Are you asking me out on a date, McGonagall?" Draco questioned, trying his utmost to appear disinterested.
"Merely stating a fact, Malfoy," Kieran told the blonde and spotted the falter in Draco's steps. "Will you go on a date with me this Hogsmeade weekend?"
"No," Draco voiced and it was Kieran's turn to falter, the brunette coming to a complete stop and causing the blonde to do the same. "Hogsmeade weekend is in two weeks. I demand a date much sooner than that."
A startled laugh escaped Kieran, his whiskey orbs lit up. Draco's mouth curved into a small smile, as if the blonde were hiding a secret. Reaching up, Kieran cupped the back of Draco's neck and pulled the blonde close.
"Tomorrow then," Kieran whispered, the warmth of his words brushing Draco's slightly parted lips.
"And what is tomorrow?"
As the monotone question, Kieran and Draco jerked to attention and faced their dour Potions Master whose arms were crossed.
"Pro-Professor Snape," Kieran stuttered at the same time Draco did.
"Go-Godfather."
"Godfather?" Kieran voiced with a mixture of confusion and dawning horror, his whiskey orbs widening.
Severus Snape glared down at the brunette as if daring everything he just witness to be true. Pushing forth every ounce of courage Gryffindor House is known for, Kieran straightened his spine and returned Professor Snape's glare with a determined look.
"Professor Snape, I would like to ask you permission to be able to court your godson," Kieran voiced and three things happened in that moment.
The Great Hall became silent.
Severus Snape's glare faltered.
Draco Malfoy face palmed, before smacking the brunette on the back of his head.
"You idiot! Don't just announce things like that!" Draco hissed, grabbing Kieran's ear in a pinch for good measure.
"Ow, ow, ow, sorry!" Kieran apologized, but his grin only widened as Draco's flushed cheeks darkened.
Professor Snape huffed in annoyance. Turning on his heel, the ebony robed Slytherin Head of House stalked off, giving an absent wave of his hand over his shoulder before disappearing inside the Great Hall that was suddenly alight with loud chatter.
"You're insufferable," Draco murmured.
Kieran pressed a kiss to side of Draco's forehead before tugging the blonde inside the Great Hall. It was pure chaos.