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Harry smiled and snuggled into the warmth behind him. He was so happy to have Draco behind him. But soon after Harry woke, he realized that he was in his boxers, cuddling up to Draco bare-chested. Harry blushed slightly, because he knew Draco felt the same way. Harry also began to wake up more, even if the world was fuzzy because he didn't have his glasses on, he realized that Draco's arm was slung over his waist. Harry gently put his hand over it and heard a groggy voice behind him.
"Morning, Mirage..." Draco's voice was heavenly. Harry picked up Draco's hand, which was over his bellybutton, and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it gently.
"Morning, Dragon..." Harry replied. Harry snuggled up closer to Draco.
Draco cuddled closer to Harry and kissed from his ear down to his neck.
"Are you hungry?" Draco asked between kisses. Draco then began to kiss down Harry's back. Draco smiled and kept kissing as Harry gasped.
"Sure. Want me to get the house-elf?" Harry asked Draco. Harry almost fainted from blinding passion when Draco's hand passed lightly over his crotch. Harry then didn't wait for and answer. Instead he got up and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms out of his trunk and rung for the house- elf. Harry didn't even turn around when Dobby's squeaky voice reached Harry's ear.
"HARRY POTTER! How nice it is to be seeing you again! And you too, Master Malfoy!" Harry giggled at how kinky that sounded.
"What is you be wanting, sirs?" Dobby asked, his green eyes bigger than frying pans.
"Just breakfast, Dobby. With orange juice?" Harry asked. Dobby nodded.
"It will be ready in moments, sirs... I be back..." Dobby said, dissapearing with a loud crack.
Harry burst out in laughter. Draco looked at him rolling on the floor and walked over to his own trunk and got out his black, silky pajama bottoms and slid into them.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked. Harry managed to look up at who was speaking and then when he realized that the funny colored blob with blond hair was Draco, he started laughing harder.
"Oh, I love you too..." Draco said walking back to his trunk and getting out his art supplies. Harry stopped laughing.
"L-l-l-love?" Harry asked, walking over to the night stand and putting on his glasses.
"Yeah, why?" Draco asked, sauntering over to Harry seductivly. Harry smiled and walked closer to him too.
"Oh, just a question. I've never been loved before..." Harry said. The two were inches apart, when Dobby cracked back into the room with a plate of food in his hands.
"Your food sirs..." Dobby said putting it on the desk and vanishing with another loud crack. Draco put his art supplies ontop of Harry's trunk and walked over to the tray of food and picked it up. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Harry got the idea and joined him. Harry sighed as he looked at the greatest breakfast since he left this magical place.
The plates were piled high with cinnamon french toast and butter, eggs and regular toast. Two goblets of orange juice were sitting there too, just as Harry had asked. Draco took a fork and cut off a peice of the fried egg and placed it on the fork.
"Open your mouth, Harry..." Draco said, holding the fork covered in egg in front of him. Harry obeyed and opened his mouth. Draco placed the egg in and as soon as Harry closed his mouth, Draco stole a kiss. Harry smiled and giggled and he picked up a peice of buttered toast and fed a corner of it to Draco. They ate their breakfast like that until the plates were empty and they sat there talking over goblet after goblet of orange juice. Suddenly Proffesor Dumbledore opened the door.
"Good Morning boys. How long have you been up?" Dumbledore asked stretching slightly. Harry and Draco smiled.
"For a bit. We just finished breakfast..." Harry said taking another sip out of his goblet. Dumbledore smiled.
"Good. Now, I just want to warn you, the teacher will come every hour. Starts today with Proffesor Snape. You'll do the tutoring in my drawing room. And I'll show you there after you two are properly dressed." He said smiling. Draco swirled his orange juice in the goblet.
"Headmaster, what are we going to do about Quidditch?" Draco asked, his head snapping up. The Headmaster frowned.
"As much as it pains me, I can't let you play. Justin might get carried away..." Dumbledore said, wringing his hands. Harry noticed the pained look on Draco's face.
"Headmaster?" Harry began. "Can we play eachother once in a while, on the feild?" Harry asked. Draco's face looked hopeful.
"Well, I don't see why not... I guess. When the other teams arn't practicing and when you two arn't busy with school work... That would be fine." Harry smiled as he noticed Draco's face light up.
"When's Snape coming?" Draco asked, his voice suddenly serious.
"Around 9:30, I think. And it's nine now, so get dressed and hurry!" Dumbeldore said as he ran off to get dressed himself.
Draco and Harry started laughing as soon as Dumbledore left. What they were laughing at, to this day they don't know. But they laughed anyway. They soon calmed down and got dressed, both in the traditional black robes and waited for Dumbledore to come back. Draco gathered his drawing things and waited with Harry on the bed.
"Dragon, can I look through your sketch book?" Harry asked. Draco nodded and handed over his sketch book.
Harry started to look through it and started to think that Draco took the term "Sketch" a little loosly. The pages were filled with black and green scribbled. He found Dementors and Death Eaters slightly. Harry found a blank page and asked Draco for a pencil. Draco handed one to him and Harry began to draw. 9:30 past and Harry was still drawing.
Dumbledore came back at around 5 past 10 and got Harry to stop drawing. Draco took his sketch book back and looked at the page Harry drew. His mouth gaped as he looked at a detailed picture of himself smiling. The picture was delicately shaded and drawn.
"Mister Draco? Will you kindly join us?" Snape's hard voice peirced his thoughts. Draco left his drawing stuff there and grabbed his book as Harry had did before him. Draco hurried out and smiled slightly and sat down next to Harry. As Snape began to leture on Gillyweed and it's purpose, and Draco took notes, as usual, but he couldn't take that drawing off his mind.
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"Harry. Where did you learn to draw like that?" Draco asked after Snape left. The new DADA proffesor was due any second.
"Well, I guess it came when I was grounded in my cupboard for weeks." Harry said shrugging. "Why? Is it bad? I knew it..." Harry went on muttering.
"Harry, that was amazing! I have never seen anyone draw like that ever!" Draco said nearly jumping out of his chair.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, a smile spreading across his face. Draco nodded as a meek female voice called.
"Hello? I'm here to tutor!" The voice called.
"In here!" Harry yelled back. A blond girl walked in. Her hair was in a ponytail on the top of her head and her heels clicked, they could hear it. Her robes were a little bit more flowy than most of the others.
"My name is Shen Neferhotep. You guys can call me Shen..." She trailed off looking around. "Hmm... no blackboard." She smiled and looked at Harry and her pupils dialated. Harry felt a strange force enter his head.
"Harry Potter. The Famous Boy Who Lived." Her eyes narrowed. "I take it, you know what a blackboard is. Those muggle schools are torture..." She said smiling. Then she turned to Draco, and he felt the same force enter his head.
"Draco Malfoy. The soon-to-be disowned Malfoy..." She laughed, high and cold. Harry got scared. "Your brother always thought you were... different..." She laughed again and conjured up a blackboard behind her.
"Today we will be discussing what Killer Roman Squirrles are, and why they are so dangourous." Shen began and Harry and Draco began to scribble down notes. Harry knew why he was soon to be disowned. But then, where would they stay all summer?
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After Shen left, Flitwick came, then Sprout then and finally McGonagall.
"Hullo boys. Nice to see you again. And Harry, awfly sorry you arn't in the house anymore. Now we have to rely on Ms. Granger." She shrugged and began to talk.
"This year, you will begin to learn how to Apperate. Your test is next year, but this year and the begining of next year will be spent practicing and hopefully you two will be back in classroom's next year..." McGonagall droned on about how you have to visualize where you want to go, and think it, and then you're there. Harry and Draco now had at least 10 pages of notes for the whole day and they had two papers due tomarrow.
McGonagall finally left, because it was dinner and Draco went and rang the bell for dinner and Harry and Draco snacked on endless roast beef and potatos. Then the plates vanished and two pies appeared with little nametags at the base of them. One was strawberry, the other boysenberry. They both had 2 slices of each and then they drank the rest of the orange juice in their goblets and sauntered off to their room.
"Draco? Can I draw you in the moon light tonight?" Harry asked as Draco kissed down his neck. Draco looked at him, and Harry was lost in the pools of gray. Draco looked into the emerald green eyes for a catch, but there was none. Draco smiled and nodded.
As soon as the full moon rose, Draco sat on the window ledge and looked out the window up at the moon and memories of Proffesor Lupin flooded back into his mind.
"I wish Lupin was back. He was the best DADA teacher we've had this whole time." Draco murmered and he heard Harry murmer back in agreement.
Draco almost fell asleep twice and on the last time, when sleep came to make him her slave, he gave in and his head fell onto his shoulder. Harry had just finished shading when he looked up at Draco, to see his baby asleep. He put down the sketch pad down and walked over to the bed and uncovered it. He then walked over to Draco and picked the sleeping boy up and gently layed him in bed. Harry then looked at the way the moonlight played on Draco's face and the way his hair fell, and Harry grabbed the sketch book and drew that, before walking to the other side of the bed, taking off his glasses and he hugged Draco's body close.
"Good Night, My Dragon. Plesant dreams to you..." Harry whispered in Draco's ear, and then kissing it. Then he also fell victum to sleep.
Harry smiled and snuggled into the warmth behind him. He was so happy to have Draco behind him. But soon after Harry woke, he realized that he was in his boxers, cuddling up to Draco bare-chested. Harry blushed slightly, because he knew Draco felt the same way. Harry also began to wake up more, even if the world was fuzzy because he didn't have his glasses on, he realized that Draco's arm was slung over his waist. Harry gently put his hand over it and heard a groggy voice behind him.
"Morning, Mirage..." Draco's voice was heavenly. Harry picked up Draco's hand, which was over his bellybutton, and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it gently.
"Morning, Dragon..." Harry replied. Harry snuggled up closer to Draco.
Draco cuddled closer to Harry and kissed from his ear down to his neck.
"Are you hungry?" Draco asked between kisses. Draco then began to kiss down Harry's back. Draco smiled and kept kissing as Harry gasped.
"Sure. Want me to get the house-elf?" Harry asked Draco. Harry almost fainted from blinding passion when Draco's hand passed lightly over his crotch. Harry then didn't wait for and answer. Instead he got up and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms out of his trunk and rung for the house- elf. Harry didn't even turn around when Dobby's squeaky voice reached Harry's ear.
"HARRY POTTER! How nice it is to be seeing you again! And you too, Master Malfoy!" Harry giggled at how kinky that sounded.
"What is you be wanting, sirs?" Dobby asked, his green eyes bigger than frying pans.
"Just breakfast, Dobby. With orange juice?" Harry asked. Dobby nodded.
"It will be ready in moments, sirs... I be back..." Dobby said, dissapearing with a loud crack.
Harry burst out in laughter. Draco looked at him rolling on the floor and walked over to his own trunk and got out his black, silky pajama bottoms and slid into them.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked. Harry managed to look up at who was speaking and then when he realized that the funny colored blob with blond hair was Draco, he started laughing harder.
"Oh, I love you too..." Draco said walking back to his trunk and getting out his art supplies. Harry stopped laughing.
"L-l-l-love?" Harry asked, walking over to the night stand and putting on his glasses.
"Yeah, why?" Draco asked, sauntering over to Harry seductivly. Harry smiled and walked closer to him too.
"Oh, just a question. I've never been loved before..." Harry said. The two were inches apart, when Dobby cracked back into the room with a plate of food in his hands.
"Your food sirs..." Dobby said putting it on the desk and vanishing with another loud crack. Draco put his art supplies ontop of Harry's trunk and walked over to the tray of food and picked it up. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Harry got the idea and joined him. Harry sighed as he looked at the greatest breakfast since he left this magical place.
The plates were piled high with cinnamon french toast and butter, eggs and regular toast. Two goblets of orange juice were sitting there too, just as Harry had asked. Draco took a fork and cut off a peice of the fried egg and placed it on the fork.
"Open your mouth, Harry..." Draco said, holding the fork covered in egg in front of him. Harry obeyed and opened his mouth. Draco placed the egg in and as soon as Harry closed his mouth, Draco stole a kiss. Harry smiled and giggled and he picked up a peice of buttered toast and fed a corner of it to Draco. They ate their breakfast like that until the plates were empty and they sat there talking over goblet after goblet of orange juice. Suddenly Proffesor Dumbledore opened the door.
"Good Morning boys. How long have you been up?" Dumbledore asked stretching slightly. Harry and Draco smiled.
"For a bit. We just finished breakfast..." Harry said taking another sip out of his goblet. Dumbledore smiled.
"Good. Now, I just want to warn you, the teacher will come every hour. Starts today with Proffesor Snape. You'll do the tutoring in my drawing room. And I'll show you there after you two are properly dressed." He said smiling. Draco swirled his orange juice in the goblet.
"Headmaster, what are we going to do about Quidditch?" Draco asked, his head snapping up. The Headmaster frowned.
"As much as it pains me, I can't let you play. Justin might get carried away..." Dumbledore said, wringing his hands. Harry noticed the pained look on Draco's face.
"Headmaster?" Harry began. "Can we play eachother once in a while, on the feild?" Harry asked. Draco's face looked hopeful.
"Well, I don't see why not... I guess. When the other teams arn't practicing and when you two arn't busy with school work... That would be fine." Harry smiled as he noticed Draco's face light up.
"When's Snape coming?" Draco asked, his voice suddenly serious.
"Around 9:30, I think. And it's nine now, so get dressed and hurry!" Dumbeldore said as he ran off to get dressed himself.
Draco and Harry started laughing as soon as Dumbledore left. What they were laughing at, to this day they don't know. But they laughed anyway. They soon calmed down and got dressed, both in the traditional black robes and waited for Dumbledore to come back. Draco gathered his drawing things and waited with Harry on the bed.
"Dragon, can I look through your sketch book?" Harry asked. Draco nodded and handed over his sketch book.
Harry started to look through it and started to think that Draco took the term "Sketch" a little loosly. The pages were filled with black and green scribbled. He found Dementors and Death Eaters slightly. Harry found a blank page and asked Draco for a pencil. Draco handed one to him and Harry began to draw. 9:30 past and Harry was still drawing.
Dumbledore came back at around 5 past 10 and got Harry to stop drawing. Draco took his sketch book back and looked at the page Harry drew. His mouth gaped as he looked at a detailed picture of himself smiling. The picture was delicately shaded and drawn.
"Mister Draco? Will you kindly join us?" Snape's hard voice peirced his thoughts. Draco left his drawing stuff there and grabbed his book as Harry had did before him. Draco hurried out and smiled slightly and sat down next to Harry. As Snape began to leture on Gillyweed and it's purpose, and Draco took notes, as usual, but he couldn't take that drawing off his mind.
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"Harry. Where did you learn to draw like that?" Draco asked after Snape left. The new DADA proffesor was due any second.
"Well, I guess it came when I was grounded in my cupboard for weeks." Harry said shrugging. "Why? Is it bad? I knew it..." Harry went on muttering.
"Harry, that was amazing! I have never seen anyone draw like that ever!" Draco said nearly jumping out of his chair.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, a smile spreading across his face. Draco nodded as a meek female voice called.
"Hello? I'm here to tutor!" The voice called.
"In here!" Harry yelled back. A blond girl walked in. Her hair was in a ponytail on the top of her head and her heels clicked, they could hear it. Her robes were a little bit more flowy than most of the others.
"My name is Shen Neferhotep. You guys can call me Shen..." She trailed off looking around. "Hmm... no blackboard." She smiled and looked at Harry and her pupils dialated. Harry felt a strange force enter his head.
"Harry Potter. The Famous Boy Who Lived." Her eyes narrowed. "I take it, you know what a blackboard is. Those muggle schools are torture..." She said smiling. Then she turned to Draco, and he felt the same force enter his head.
"Draco Malfoy. The soon-to-be disowned Malfoy..." She laughed, high and cold. Harry got scared. "Your brother always thought you were... different..." She laughed again and conjured up a blackboard behind her.
"Today we will be discussing what Killer Roman Squirrles are, and why they are so dangourous." Shen began and Harry and Draco began to scribble down notes. Harry knew why he was soon to be disowned. But then, where would they stay all summer?
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After Shen left, Flitwick came, then Sprout then and finally McGonagall.
"Hullo boys. Nice to see you again. And Harry, awfly sorry you arn't in the house anymore. Now we have to rely on Ms. Granger." She shrugged and began to talk.
"This year, you will begin to learn how to Apperate. Your test is next year, but this year and the begining of next year will be spent practicing and hopefully you two will be back in classroom's next year..." McGonagall droned on about how you have to visualize where you want to go, and think it, and then you're there. Harry and Draco now had at least 10 pages of notes for the whole day and they had two papers due tomarrow.
McGonagall finally left, because it was dinner and Draco went and rang the bell for dinner and Harry and Draco snacked on endless roast beef and potatos. Then the plates vanished and two pies appeared with little nametags at the base of them. One was strawberry, the other boysenberry. They both had 2 slices of each and then they drank the rest of the orange juice in their goblets and sauntered off to their room.
"Draco? Can I draw you in the moon light tonight?" Harry asked as Draco kissed down his neck. Draco looked at him, and Harry was lost in the pools of gray. Draco looked into the emerald green eyes for a catch, but there was none. Draco smiled and nodded.
As soon as the full moon rose, Draco sat on the window ledge and looked out the window up at the moon and memories of Proffesor Lupin flooded back into his mind.
"I wish Lupin was back. He was the best DADA teacher we've had this whole time." Draco murmered and he heard Harry murmer back in agreement.
Draco almost fell asleep twice and on the last time, when sleep came to make him her slave, he gave in and his head fell onto his shoulder. Harry had just finished shading when he looked up at Draco, to see his baby asleep. He put down the sketch pad down and walked over to the bed and uncovered it. He then walked over to Draco and picked the sleeping boy up and gently layed him in bed. Harry then looked at the way the moonlight played on Draco's face and the way his hair fell, and Harry grabbed the sketch book and drew that, before walking to the other side of the bed, taking off his glasses and he hugged Draco's body close.
"Good Night, My Dragon. Plesant dreams to you..." Harry whispered in Draco's ear, and then kissing it. Then he also fell victum to sleep.