Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.
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"How was your visit with Sirius and Remus?" Draco wondered as he, Harry, and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room that evening. Harry's raven, Midnight, was flying around the room.
"Midnight, still!" Harry commanded. Midnight flew down to perch on the arm of the sofa, and Harry reached over to stroke his feathers. "The visit was great. The family's been upgraded by two. Dad and Daddy found two little abandoned werewolves a few days ago, and they're adopting them. Sean's nine, and Kayla's six. I've always wanted brothers and sisters, you know? Oh, and I also found out that after Katie has the baby, Daddy's taking over the Defense classes for her. He's also going to be the substitute for her if she has to miss any classes this term."
"Those two are by far the best Defense teachers we've ever had," Hermione commented. "Quirrell was terrible, Lockhart was worse, and Moody wasn't even Moody." She stood up, yawning and stretching her arms. "I think I'll go to bed a little early. Good night, you two." She went up to her dorm, leaving Harry and Draco alone.
"Have you found anything?" Harry asked, softly. He and Draco had been searching everywhere they could think of for a way to remove the Dark Mark.
"I think so," Draco replied, leaning into Harry's arms. He picked up a book from the table and showed it to Harry. It was entitled Secrets of the Dark Lord. "Dumbledore gave me this when I talked to him. He said that it's one of only three copies in the whole world." He opened the book to a marked page and showed it to Harry, who read it quietly.
" 'The Death Eaters wore a sign, the Dark Mark, a skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue, burned into their left inner forearm by their Dark Lord. When Voldemort touches the Mark of one Death Eater, the rest are summoned.'" He scanned the rest of the section, looking for anything related to getting rid of the Mark. Draco grabbed the book and found a spot, running his fingers across the page as he read aloud.
" 'Most people think that once a Death Eater receives the Dark Mark, it remains there forever. There is, however, one way to be rid of it. The only way to fight hate is with love, and true love is key in fighting the Dark Lord. Two people who love each other may be soul mates, and therefore can remove the mark. It is done through sexual intercourse-'"
"But then," Harry interrupted, "why do you still have it?" Draco held up a hand and continued to read.
" 'It is done through sexual intercourse, with the intent of removing the Mark.' Meaning that, when we were together after Christmas, we had no intention of removing the Mark, so that's why it's still there. 'During intercourse, the partner of the person with the Mark must touch the forearm and speak the words 'Retournus Levis,' which mean 'Return to Light.'" The two were silent for a moment until finally, Harry spoke.
"If Dumbledore knew about this¼ Wouldn't he have given the book to Severus? He still has the Mark."
"Dad can only keep spying if he has the Mark," Draco explained. "When he decides to stop spying, Dumbledore said that he'd give him the book. He's probably going to stop soon, because of Mum and the baby and everything." Harry nodded in understanding, then smirked and tapped the book.
"How can I be sure this is real and not just an excuse for you to get in bed with me?" he teased. Draco chuckled.
"We'll just have to try it and see, then, won't we?" he said, innocently. He sat in Harry's lap, facing him, and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck. He leaned in to give Harry a kiss.
"When do you want to do it?" Harry murmured.
"As soon as possible."
"I'll see if we can have the house tomorrow afternoon." Draco hugged Harry and leaned his head up to whisper in his ear.
"Thank you for doing this for me," Draco whispered.
"Well, it's not like it doesn't benefit me as well." Harry smirked.
Suddenly, the portal opened, and Ron Weasley stepped into the common room. He saw Harry and Draco cuddling together, and he gave them a disgusted glare. Draco moved to get off of Harry's lap, but Harry rested his hands on the blond boy's waist.
"Stay," Harry murmured. "I'm comfortable like this." He cast a glance at Ron, who stood with his arms folded across his chest and scowled at the couple.
"Do you have a problem, Weasel?" Draco sneered, emphasizing the name.
"Yes, actually, I do have a problem, Malfoy," Ron spat out. "I don't appreciate you two getting it on in the common room, where everyone can see you." Harry looked around.
"I don't see 'everyone'; just us and you," he commented, innocently. "And considering the way you've been treating me the past several months, I really don't care what you do or do not appreciate. I will say, however, that if you really think we were 'getting it on'-as you so eloquently phrased it-then you really need some more lessons on sex education."
Draco chuckled, and Ron just turned to the stairs, to go up to the dormitory. Harry waved his hand towards the red-haired boy, and Draco burst out laughing. Ron was now no longer a red-haired boy. Harry had turned his hair purple.