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Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Six: That vital information for the MOM
Draco gently came to consciousness with the sun shining irritatingly against his face. He tried to bury his face deeper in his pillow, but it still seemed to be able to get to him. Actually it was kind of nice; it reminded him of his room at home. There he could sleep as long as he liked, even till lunch time when the sun would be at its peak and shine through his open windows. It was so unlike the fifth year dorm he slept in at school.
Draco shot up as realization brought him fully alert. He wasn't at home. And he defiantly was not in his bed in the Slytherin dorm; there was way too much sunlight coming through that window, more sunlight even than the whole Slytherin Dungeon.
Draco took a look around, squinting through the sunlight, and found himself in a four poster bed. All but three of the curtains were closed, one opened up onto a window through which a cool breeze and the sunlight was coming from. Looking more closely he found himself wrapped in black and yellow bed sheets. Another bout of realization hit him.
Draco honestly did not know what to do. Sure he could fight or manipulate his way out of most things, but this was. 'different'. He tried to sit up but the sheets held him tight. They wouldn't budge when he pulled at them either. It was then that Draco noticed a curled up mound at the bottom of the bed.
With a bit of wriggling Draco was able to free himself of the ghastly coloured sheets. He was still fully clothed, well at lest I didn't get molested, he thought to himself. His movement however caused the mound to sit up and sniff. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Came a snuffled question. Draco looked at Grant McNeal and something moved in his chest. Grant's eyes were red as he wiped at them to try and cover up the tear trails. It looked like he had been crying for a while.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked and then had to smile. He didn't think that he had ever in his life said those words. This boy was having a strange effect on him, and he liked it. Grant gave him an after crying smile back. Probably thinks I'm smiling to cheer him up, Draco thought, and then immediately mentally slapped himself. Thoughts like that were unwelcome now, especially since that was what was needed.
The two boys looked at each other for a while. Draco could see Grant's eyes begin to puff up again as tears struggled to break free. Draco watched in fascination as his body took over and moved closer to Grant, who had a somewhat hopeful look on his face. Slowly and hesitantly, Draco raised his arm and put them round the younger boy who immediately fell into Draco's embrace, his face buried in Draco's chest.
It took a few seconds but Draco heard the muffled half sob half laugh, and felt the shaky exhale of breath as Grant cried. For about five minutes the two boys sat there, Draco had even plucked up the courage to smooth the wild morning hair that sprang from Grant's head. It seemed familiar somehow. Finally Grant seemed to run out of tears.
"I thought you killed them." Wow! Now that was a mood killer, although Draco had to admit that the evidence did at the time swing that way. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "That's ok." Draco replied truefully, still smoothing Grant's hair. "I'm just glad I'm here." Draco's heart raced wildly. "With you." Grant lifted his head and they looked into each other's eyes. Tears still traced their way down Grants face. Draco had a sudden feeling of dejavoo as a faint memory came back to him. The tables were turned then, he had been the one crying and his mother had comforted him.
As she had done then so he did now. Gently he wiped the tears away with his thumb. A smile came to Grant's lips and Draco couldn't resist. Slowly he moved his head down and their lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, just an experiment, but the world ceased to exist never the less. Draco came up. "Don't stop." Came his reply. "Are you sure?" Grant just nodded. Draco went in for the kill this time, and as their lips met he softly massaged Grant's lips with his tongue until he was allowed entry and his tongue slipped into Grant's warm and inviting mouth.
They stayed like that for a very long time. Draco didn't know how long it lasted but when they finally broke he was out of breath. But he didn't let that stop him. He moved in again but stopped suddenly as he heard footsteps. Shit! Grant put his finger to his lips. "Shhh." He whispered. "They wont bother me."
"Grant, you ok?" Came a voice from behind the curtain. Draco raised an eyebrow to Grant. He just smiled. Maybe he didn't quite understand the consequences of him getting caught. The story would travel faster that light throughout the school that Draco Malfoy was caught in bed with a Hufflepuff. boy. The whole school would be on him in an instant. 'Not like Tuesday at breakfast' came a sarcastic voice in Draco's head. It had a point, he had his Followers and he had Grant. Let whoever this would be intruder be come.
"I'm fine Craig, just a bit tired." "Ok, but its after breakfast and Jonathan wants us ready for practice in ten minutes." "I'll be there, don't worry." "Cool, I'll wait for you in the common room. And I brought you some toast and jam in case you're hungry." There was a silence before they heard 'Craig' leave the room and close the door.
"He seems nice." Draco said breaking the silence. "Yea he is. He's been taking care of me since. well since." Ooooo, another bad long silence. "Can I have some of your toast?" "Yea sure." Grant tried to get up but Draco held him back. "Can I have another kiss first?" Grant grinned and nodded. It was as sweet and beautiful as the first two, but ended way too soon for Draco's liking. They got out of bed and Draco went straight for the toast, mmmm, fig jam. Grant on the other hand was getting his Quidditch gear out.
"You got nice friends, you know that." Draco looked round to see Grant without his shirt on. Man was he beautiful. "If you've stopped perving I'll tell you why." "Why, what have they done?" "Nothing bad." "Then what?" "Well this would have never happened if that first year hadn't had a word with me." Draco looked at him confused. "He can tell you." Grant said pulling on his shirt. "Craig is waiting." "What about me?" Draco remembered his earlier dilemma. "You mean how are you going to get out?" Draco nodded. "Well you supposed to be clever and cunning, I'm sure you'll figure something out." "Well you're nice and helpful aren't you, especially since you are the one who got me here." "Well if I had just left you, you would have probably been found by a Gryffindor and thrown out a high window. I'm sure Ron Weasley would have been happy to do that, he doesn't like you very much does he?" "No, I don't think so." A pause. "And thanks." "Don't worry." Grant said getting his broom. Not the best, Draco thought, maybe I could spoil him. "It had its advantages." He finished off blushing a bit.
"You look cute when you do that." He blushed even more. "And dam smashing in your uniform." "Hey, are you trying to get me to stay?" "That would be nice, but I'm really softening you up for what I'm about to do." Grant raised his eyebrows questioningly but had no time to stop Draco as he got up and opened the door and left the room.
Draco emerged into the Hufflepuff common room from a short flight of stairs and was greeted by quite a few gasps. Spotting the exit, Draco did his practiced Malfoy saunter towards it. He gave a smirk to one or two people and made what looked like a first year girl shriek and cry. By the time he reached the door Grant had caught up with him. He was blushing and apologizing to everyone so much Draco thought he might explode.
No one was in the corridor outside though, and Draco took the chance and gave Grant a quick peck on the lips. "Let me go shower and change and then I'll come and watch you practice." Grant just nodded, still blushing as he watched Draco walk off.
* * *
Corven looked up from his homework to see an almost brand new Draco Malfoy walk into the common room. Gone were the tired looking eyes, sagging shoulders and lifeless walk. He now sported a spring in his step and a sparkle in his eye, he even had a silly smile on his face as he spotted Corven and walked towards him. His clothes were a bit wrinkled though.
"Did it go well?" Corven asked. "Couldn't have gone better." Deep sigh. "So tell me, Grant says that the whole thing wouldn't have happened if you didn't speak to him?" Corven smiled to himself. Stupid Gryffindors. "It wasn't really that bad. Just that Potter and his friends, did you know that they call themselves the Gryffindor War Council?" Draco let out a genuine laugh and shook his head. "No better that 'The Followers' if you think about it." "That wasn't my idea; I think it was Goyle's." "But you were saying?" "Oh, just that Potter and his friends found out about the meeting, I don't know how yet, and started to fill your boyfriend's *Draco Blush* head with quite a good story to put him off you." "I think I heard a bit of it, something to do with me finding Voldemort's traitors?" "Something like that, but I spoke to him yesterday and again today at lunch with a story of my own." "I guess I came out as the shining knight in the end?" "Just about." Corven said with a wicked smile. "But then Potter tried to do something..."
Draco stood up and put his hand on Corven's shoulder. "I really don't care about Potter at this moment in time. But thanks for looking out for me." Corven shrugged and nodded his head. "It's cool." Draco smiled and then walked off towards his dormitory.
Corven wondered if he should have insisted on telling Draco what Potter had tried to do. It had been last night, he had been on his way to the Owlery and decided on a short side trip to see how the meeting was going. He had seen Potter and Weasley storm off, he thought they must have tried to physically stop the meeting.
Corven had looked in on Draco and Grant and found not the best situation, but never the less a situation that might lead to the desired outcome. As he had been backing away to give the two some privacy, and he had bumped into Potter who was by himself. Now Potter and very strangely said he only wanted to be sure that Draco was ok. Corven told him to go try and mess up someone else's life.
* * *
Harry sat in silence, as did most of the Gryffindors, as did most of the school. It was Friday night dinner time, almost a week since he and Ron had tried to persuade Grant McNeal from meeting with Draco. Malfoy. Quite a few interesting things had happened in the last couple of days, but what Harry and his friends saw now easily topped them.
First off there hadn't been any more attacks by Voldemort. It had seemed that he had been ready to strike out in the wizarding world again when. well nothing. Every bit of news had nothing to do with him. Many people might see this as a good sign, but Harry saw it as a sign to start worrying. Ron agreed with him as well as the rest of the GWC (Gryffindor War Council), they had decided to step up their search for young death eaters and maybe gain some vital information from them.
Secondly and a little more personally yet not quite as dramatic, was that Ron had failed to make the Quidditch team. Although if you listened to him long enough you might think that he wanted the Ministry of Magic to investigate this world problem. It was a simple question to answer though. Fred and George, sharing the Quidditch Captaincy, had held trials during the week to which they surprisingly discovered that a second year GIRL was by far the best as goalkeeper, and Natalie McDonald was her name.
She had lightning fast reflexes and seemed to know exactly what the attacking team was planning. She had deftly blocked or redirected almost every shot the Gryffindor chasers had taken, which was a little more than Ron had been able to do. It was obvious to everyone that she was Oliver Wood's successor except Ron. Harry thought that Ron was just sore that a twelve-year-old girl had beaten him.
The third thorn in Harry's side was none other than Malfoy. Ever since he and Ron had spoken to Grant McNeal about Malfoy's plans, to which he didn't really seem to believe, Harry had been having some disturbing thoughts. His mind had been troubled over Draco's actions in the first few day's, but now there was a questioning despair rage type process at work.
It had started last Saturday at about lunch time. Rumours were already floating around that Draco Malfoy had been seen watching the Hufflepuff's Quidditch practice to which McNeal just happened to be part of. Harry had found the thing too coincidental, what with them having met the night before, guarded. That had really pissed Harry off, a first year telling him to sod off when all he had wanted to do as see if Draco was alright.
Since then Malfoy had totally ignored him, not even the odd insult to him. Sure he insulted Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors whenever they were around, but not him. Add this to the fact that he seemed to be paying much more attention to McNeal, nice attention, and one or two rumours that Draco had been seen leaving the Hufflepuff Common room, and you had the idea that Draco had exchanged Harry Potter, himself, for McNeal.
The idea was outrageous, Harry wasn't even sure that Draco had felt that way about him. But his actions had made Harry start to think, and just when he had started to come to a conclusion this happened. A jealous rage started to simmer inside Harry as he stared at the fourth year Hufflepuff wearing (I'm sorry, but I just had to borrow this idea) a Slytherin scarf.
This meant that all those rumours were true about Malfoy and McNeal being a 'thing'. This meant that. "Harry.Harry!" Ron said loud enough in his ear to bring him back from his thoughts. "What?" Both Ron and Hermione were looking at the knife he held in his hand. It had started to melt. Everyone else in the Great Hall had seemed to go about their business again. It seemed like they had sort of been expecting something like this.
"I'm sorry." Harry said standing up. "I've lost my appetite." And with that he left the Great Hall.
* * *
Later that night Draco stood outside the classroom that he and his Followers, god he hated that name! Draco thought. Blast Gregory for thinking it up. Makes us sound like a cult. Anyway here he was standing outside the classroom that 'they' used to practice the stuff he was taught, and in tern taught them. Everyone was inside already; it was just himself and Grant who stood outside, Grant held possessively in his arms.
It was amazing that someone brave enough to walk into the Great Hall wearing his boyfriends scarf, could be nervous to walk into that room. Draco reasoned that he was probably the only one of the two who knew that they wouldn't even look at him in a mean way. But Grant didn't know this. He probably thought that he was walking into a room of former He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named supporters who were training in advanced Dark Arts and other things.
Grant coming to this meeting was another step in their relationship. Since that fateful Saturday morning they had started a game. The point of the game was to do something to prove that you loved the other, and once you did, then it was your partners turn, and so on. Draco had inadvertently started the whole thing when on Saturday night he had noticed that Grant was still a little unsteady. Draco on the other hand was so love starved he couldn't wait the couple of days or weeks it would take to prove himself.
So he showed Grant a bottle of Veritaserum. Amazingly enough he knew what it was, and what it did. So in an empty classroom Draco had taken the potion and spilled his trueful guts out. Problem was that he told everything about why he loved Grant, which included the stint about Potter and the rejection there. He was the only person on earth who knew, and Draco had made him promise not to tell a soul.
That night they slept together in Grants bed again, nothing really exciting; kissing, looking into each other's eyes, kissing, holding each other, kissing, but WOW anyway. Sunday they had calmly walked through the Hufflepuff common room holding hands, everyone staring wide-eyed, Draco was sure that he saw a tear in one or two of the girls eyes. That had been Grants first proof, to come out to his whole house. But once they were outside he was unwilling. He trusted his house but not the rest of the school, and his house did a pretty good job of keeping it secret.
Draco not really having a clue as how next to utterly prove himself finally decided on introducing Grant to his friends. Grant had been even more nervous than he was now, well maybe not. At the time he hadn't known about the Dark Arts thing. That was something they loved to do, in the middle of the night, snuggling up against each other and filling each other in about their past.
But more often than not that line of talking would lead to the bad subject of his parents. At times like these Draco would just hug Grant until he fell asleep. Draco didn't fool himself and think that he alone could provide the support that his boyfriend needed. Grants brother, Richard, was no help. All he did was sulk and give death stares in the Slytherin common room.
Grants Hufflepuff friends were some help, Draco was actually on speaking terms with some of them now. But what Draco really wanted to do was show that his boyfriend didn't have to worry about the bastard Voldemort anymore, Draco and his Followers 'christ' were there. And that was why he was letting Grant in on the meeting from now on.
Running feet brought Draco and Grant out of their own little realm. It was Corven Prime, well maybe not all of them were in there then, Draco though. Corven nodded, blushed and smiled all at the same time as he quickly slipped into the classroom. "See, he's a first year and he's not nervous." "Ja but he's weird." That was another thing Draco loved about his new boyfriend, he had the cutest pout. "Come on," Draco sighed. "Or we'll never get there."
* * *
Draco lay in Grant's bed wide awake at about three in the morning. He didn't really believe in fate, but sometimes the world was just a little too small for comfort. Draco lay on his back staring out at the stars through the window. Grant had his head on Draco's shoulder and an arm draped over his chest. The slow breathing from his new boyfriend was making it very hard for him to consecrate on the matter at hand, but at a time like this anything that was outside the four poster bed didn't matter. That included most of their clothes.
Draco felt a slight shiver of pleasure run through his body from the feel of warm flesh on his skin. They were still in their boxers but they were they were getting close. It was pretty cool, just laying there under the covers stroking your boyfriends back as he slept and drooled on your chest. But that rather irritating, yet interesting, 'thing' that had happened in the classroom tonight just kept on popping up in his head.
Long story cut short was that Draco had been teaching a rather difficult prefix spell. It enabled the caster to split his spell into two or three, so instead of casting a single say Stupefy spell at one attacker, you could cast three at a time at three different attackers. Pretty intriguing stuff.
Anyhow, Grant had insisted, even threatened, him to come outside with him after he had demonstrated the spell with a simple Rictusempra spell (tickling spell) (Grant had been one of the targets as well). Grant had then demonstrated that he knew the spell and how it worked, which was surprising since most of those inside the classroom would need a couple of hours to perfect it. Grant had then accused him of steeling it!
Apparently that vital information that his father had been helping MOM with was in fact the very stuff that he was teaching his Followers. Hmmmm. But an oath on his love for Grant and a visit to the 'portrait' in the Slytherin common room had settled the matter. Unlike most people Grant was willing to believe his boyfriend. It was at passionate moments like those that he and Grant advanced in their relationship, like sleeping together in their boxers after an awesome touch and feel session.
Draco was starting to think about what they could do next time when sleep encroached, it was incredibly hard to think of important things in the outside world when you went to bed like this.
The end.. For now.
Ok so I'm sorry this took so long, again. But I have a good excuse this time. I was writing an assignment for my social psychology class. Don't ask me what it's about, your guess is as good as mine.
But anyway please R&R and tell me how you think the story is coming along.
Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Six: That vital information for the MOM
Draco gently came to consciousness with the sun shining irritatingly against his face. He tried to bury his face deeper in his pillow, but it still seemed to be able to get to him. Actually it was kind of nice; it reminded him of his room at home. There he could sleep as long as he liked, even till lunch time when the sun would be at its peak and shine through his open windows. It was so unlike the fifth year dorm he slept in at school.
Draco shot up as realization brought him fully alert. He wasn't at home. And he defiantly was not in his bed in the Slytherin dorm; there was way too much sunlight coming through that window, more sunlight even than the whole Slytherin Dungeon.
Draco took a look around, squinting through the sunlight, and found himself in a four poster bed. All but three of the curtains were closed, one opened up onto a window through which a cool breeze and the sunlight was coming from. Looking more closely he found himself wrapped in black and yellow bed sheets. Another bout of realization hit him.
Draco honestly did not know what to do. Sure he could fight or manipulate his way out of most things, but this was. 'different'. He tried to sit up but the sheets held him tight. They wouldn't budge when he pulled at them either. It was then that Draco noticed a curled up mound at the bottom of the bed.
With a bit of wriggling Draco was able to free himself of the ghastly coloured sheets. He was still fully clothed, well at lest I didn't get molested, he thought to himself. His movement however caused the mound to sit up and sniff. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Came a snuffled question. Draco looked at Grant McNeal and something moved in his chest. Grant's eyes were red as he wiped at them to try and cover up the tear trails. It looked like he had been crying for a while.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked and then had to smile. He didn't think that he had ever in his life said those words. This boy was having a strange effect on him, and he liked it. Grant gave him an after crying smile back. Probably thinks I'm smiling to cheer him up, Draco thought, and then immediately mentally slapped himself. Thoughts like that were unwelcome now, especially since that was what was needed.
The two boys looked at each other for a while. Draco could see Grant's eyes begin to puff up again as tears struggled to break free. Draco watched in fascination as his body took over and moved closer to Grant, who had a somewhat hopeful look on his face. Slowly and hesitantly, Draco raised his arm and put them round the younger boy who immediately fell into Draco's embrace, his face buried in Draco's chest.
It took a few seconds but Draco heard the muffled half sob half laugh, and felt the shaky exhale of breath as Grant cried. For about five minutes the two boys sat there, Draco had even plucked up the courage to smooth the wild morning hair that sprang from Grant's head. It seemed familiar somehow. Finally Grant seemed to run out of tears.
"I thought you killed them." Wow! Now that was a mood killer, although Draco had to admit that the evidence did at the time swing that way. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "That's ok." Draco replied truefully, still smoothing Grant's hair. "I'm just glad I'm here." Draco's heart raced wildly. "With you." Grant lifted his head and they looked into each other's eyes. Tears still traced their way down Grants face. Draco had a sudden feeling of dejavoo as a faint memory came back to him. The tables were turned then, he had been the one crying and his mother had comforted him.
As she had done then so he did now. Gently he wiped the tears away with his thumb. A smile came to Grant's lips and Draco couldn't resist. Slowly he moved his head down and their lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, just an experiment, but the world ceased to exist never the less. Draco came up. "Don't stop." Came his reply. "Are you sure?" Grant just nodded. Draco went in for the kill this time, and as their lips met he softly massaged Grant's lips with his tongue until he was allowed entry and his tongue slipped into Grant's warm and inviting mouth.
They stayed like that for a very long time. Draco didn't know how long it lasted but when they finally broke he was out of breath. But he didn't let that stop him. He moved in again but stopped suddenly as he heard footsteps. Shit! Grant put his finger to his lips. "Shhh." He whispered. "They wont bother me."
"Grant, you ok?" Came a voice from behind the curtain. Draco raised an eyebrow to Grant. He just smiled. Maybe he didn't quite understand the consequences of him getting caught. The story would travel faster that light throughout the school that Draco Malfoy was caught in bed with a Hufflepuff. boy. The whole school would be on him in an instant. 'Not like Tuesday at breakfast' came a sarcastic voice in Draco's head. It had a point, he had his Followers and he had Grant. Let whoever this would be intruder be come.
"I'm fine Craig, just a bit tired." "Ok, but its after breakfast and Jonathan wants us ready for practice in ten minutes." "I'll be there, don't worry." "Cool, I'll wait for you in the common room. And I brought you some toast and jam in case you're hungry." There was a silence before they heard 'Craig' leave the room and close the door.
"He seems nice." Draco said breaking the silence. "Yea he is. He's been taking care of me since. well since." Ooooo, another bad long silence. "Can I have some of your toast?" "Yea sure." Grant tried to get up but Draco held him back. "Can I have another kiss first?" Grant grinned and nodded. It was as sweet and beautiful as the first two, but ended way too soon for Draco's liking. They got out of bed and Draco went straight for the toast, mmmm, fig jam. Grant on the other hand was getting his Quidditch gear out.
"You got nice friends, you know that." Draco looked round to see Grant without his shirt on. Man was he beautiful. "If you've stopped perving I'll tell you why." "Why, what have they done?" "Nothing bad." "Then what?" "Well this would have never happened if that first year hadn't had a word with me." Draco looked at him confused. "He can tell you." Grant said pulling on his shirt. "Craig is waiting." "What about me?" Draco remembered his earlier dilemma. "You mean how are you going to get out?" Draco nodded. "Well you supposed to be clever and cunning, I'm sure you'll figure something out." "Well you're nice and helpful aren't you, especially since you are the one who got me here." "Well if I had just left you, you would have probably been found by a Gryffindor and thrown out a high window. I'm sure Ron Weasley would have been happy to do that, he doesn't like you very much does he?" "No, I don't think so." A pause. "And thanks." "Don't worry." Grant said getting his broom. Not the best, Draco thought, maybe I could spoil him. "It had its advantages." He finished off blushing a bit.
"You look cute when you do that." He blushed even more. "And dam smashing in your uniform." "Hey, are you trying to get me to stay?" "That would be nice, but I'm really softening you up for what I'm about to do." Grant raised his eyebrows questioningly but had no time to stop Draco as he got up and opened the door and left the room.
Draco emerged into the Hufflepuff common room from a short flight of stairs and was greeted by quite a few gasps. Spotting the exit, Draco did his practiced Malfoy saunter towards it. He gave a smirk to one or two people and made what looked like a first year girl shriek and cry. By the time he reached the door Grant had caught up with him. He was blushing and apologizing to everyone so much Draco thought he might explode.
No one was in the corridor outside though, and Draco took the chance and gave Grant a quick peck on the lips. "Let me go shower and change and then I'll come and watch you practice." Grant just nodded, still blushing as he watched Draco walk off.
* * *
Corven looked up from his homework to see an almost brand new Draco Malfoy walk into the common room. Gone were the tired looking eyes, sagging shoulders and lifeless walk. He now sported a spring in his step and a sparkle in his eye, he even had a silly smile on his face as he spotted Corven and walked towards him. His clothes were a bit wrinkled though.
"Did it go well?" Corven asked. "Couldn't have gone better." Deep sigh. "So tell me, Grant says that the whole thing wouldn't have happened if you didn't speak to him?" Corven smiled to himself. Stupid Gryffindors. "It wasn't really that bad. Just that Potter and his friends, did you know that they call themselves the Gryffindor War Council?" Draco let out a genuine laugh and shook his head. "No better that 'The Followers' if you think about it." "That wasn't my idea; I think it was Goyle's." "But you were saying?" "Oh, just that Potter and his friends found out about the meeting, I don't know how yet, and started to fill your boyfriend's *Draco Blush* head with quite a good story to put him off you." "I think I heard a bit of it, something to do with me finding Voldemort's traitors?" "Something like that, but I spoke to him yesterday and again today at lunch with a story of my own." "I guess I came out as the shining knight in the end?" "Just about." Corven said with a wicked smile. "But then Potter tried to do something..."
Draco stood up and put his hand on Corven's shoulder. "I really don't care about Potter at this moment in time. But thanks for looking out for me." Corven shrugged and nodded his head. "It's cool." Draco smiled and then walked off towards his dormitory.
Corven wondered if he should have insisted on telling Draco what Potter had tried to do. It had been last night, he had been on his way to the Owlery and decided on a short side trip to see how the meeting was going. He had seen Potter and Weasley storm off, he thought they must have tried to physically stop the meeting.
Corven had looked in on Draco and Grant and found not the best situation, but never the less a situation that might lead to the desired outcome. As he had been backing away to give the two some privacy, and he had bumped into Potter who was by himself. Now Potter and very strangely said he only wanted to be sure that Draco was ok. Corven told him to go try and mess up someone else's life.
* * *
Harry sat in silence, as did most of the Gryffindors, as did most of the school. It was Friday night dinner time, almost a week since he and Ron had tried to persuade Grant McNeal from meeting with Draco. Malfoy. Quite a few interesting things had happened in the last couple of days, but what Harry and his friends saw now easily topped them.
First off there hadn't been any more attacks by Voldemort. It had seemed that he had been ready to strike out in the wizarding world again when. well nothing. Every bit of news had nothing to do with him. Many people might see this as a good sign, but Harry saw it as a sign to start worrying. Ron agreed with him as well as the rest of the GWC (Gryffindor War Council), they had decided to step up their search for young death eaters and maybe gain some vital information from them.
Secondly and a little more personally yet not quite as dramatic, was that Ron had failed to make the Quidditch team. Although if you listened to him long enough you might think that he wanted the Ministry of Magic to investigate this world problem. It was a simple question to answer though. Fred and George, sharing the Quidditch Captaincy, had held trials during the week to which they surprisingly discovered that a second year GIRL was by far the best as goalkeeper, and Natalie McDonald was her name.
She had lightning fast reflexes and seemed to know exactly what the attacking team was planning. She had deftly blocked or redirected almost every shot the Gryffindor chasers had taken, which was a little more than Ron had been able to do. It was obvious to everyone that she was Oliver Wood's successor except Ron. Harry thought that Ron was just sore that a twelve-year-old girl had beaten him.
The third thorn in Harry's side was none other than Malfoy. Ever since he and Ron had spoken to Grant McNeal about Malfoy's plans, to which he didn't really seem to believe, Harry had been having some disturbing thoughts. His mind had been troubled over Draco's actions in the first few day's, but now there was a questioning despair rage type process at work.
It had started last Saturday at about lunch time. Rumours were already floating around that Draco Malfoy had been seen watching the Hufflepuff's Quidditch practice to which McNeal just happened to be part of. Harry had found the thing too coincidental, what with them having met the night before, guarded. That had really pissed Harry off, a first year telling him to sod off when all he had wanted to do as see if Draco was alright.
Since then Malfoy had totally ignored him, not even the odd insult to him. Sure he insulted Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors whenever they were around, but not him. Add this to the fact that he seemed to be paying much more attention to McNeal, nice attention, and one or two rumours that Draco had been seen leaving the Hufflepuff Common room, and you had the idea that Draco had exchanged Harry Potter, himself, for McNeal.
The idea was outrageous, Harry wasn't even sure that Draco had felt that way about him. But his actions had made Harry start to think, and just when he had started to come to a conclusion this happened. A jealous rage started to simmer inside Harry as he stared at the fourth year Hufflepuff wearing (I'm sorry, but I just had to borrow this idea) a Slytherin scarf.
This meant that all those rumours were true about Malfoy and McNeal being a 'thing'. This meant that. "Harry.Harry!" Ron said loud enough in his ear to bring him back from his thoughts. "What?" Both Ron and Hermione were looking at the knife he held in his hand. It had started to melt. Everyone else in the Great Hall had seemed to go about their business again. It seemed like they had sort of been expecting something like this.
"I'm sorry." Harry said standing up. "I've lost my appetite." And with that he left the Great Hall.
* * *
Later that night Draco stood outside the classroom that he and his Followers, god he hated that name! Draco thought. Blast Gregory for thinking it up. Makes us sound like a cult. Anyway here he was standing outside the classroom that 'they' used to practice the stuff he was taught, and in tern taught them. Everyone was inside already; it was just himself and Grant who stood outside, Grant held possessively in his arms.
It was amazing that someone brave enough to walk into the Great Hall wearing his boyfriends scarf, could be nervous to walk into that room. Draco reasoned that he was probably the only one of the two who knew that they wouldn't even look at him in a mean way. But Grant didn't know this. He probably thought that he was walking into a room of former He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named supporters who were training in advanced Dark Arts and other things.
Grant coming to this meeting was another step in their relationship. Since that fateful Saturday morning they had started a game. The point of the game was to do something to prove that you loved the other, and once you did, then it was your partners turn, and so on. Draco had inadvertently started the whole thing when on Saturday night he had noticed that Grant was still a little unsteady. Draco on the other hand was so love starved he couldn't wait the couple of days or weeks it would take to prove himself.
So he showed Grant a bottle of Veritaserum. Amazingly enough he knew what it was, and what it did. So in an empty classroom Draco had taken the potion and spilled his trueful guts out. Problem was that he told everything about why he loved Grant, which included the stint about Potter and the rejection there. He was the only person on earth who knew, and Draco had made him promise not to tell a soul.
That night they slept together in Grants bed again, nothing really exciting; kissing, looking into each other's eyes, kissing, holding each other, kissing, but WOW anyway. Sunday they had calmly walked through the Hufflepuff common room holding hands, everyone staring wide-eyed, Draco was sure that he saw a tear in one or two of the girls eyes. That had been Grants first proof, to come out to his whole house. But once they were outside he was unwilling. He trusted his house but not the rest of the school, and his house did a pretty good job of keeping it secret.
Draco not really having a clue as how next to utterly prove himself finally decided on introducing Grant to his friends. Grant had been even more nervous than he was now, well maybe not. At the time he hadn't known about the Dark Arts thing. That was something they loved to do, in the middle of the night, snuggling up against each other and filling each other in about their past.
But more often than not that line of talking would lead to the bad subject of his parents. At times like these Draco would just hug Grant until he fell asleep. Draco didn't fool himself and think that he alone could provide the support that his boyfriend needed. Grants brother, Richard, was no help. All he did was sulk and give death stares in the Slytherin common room.
Grants Hufflepuff friends were some help, Draco was actually on speaking terms with some of them now. But what Draco really wanted to do was show that his boyfriend didn't have to worry about the bastard Voldemort anymore, Draco and his Followers 'christ' were there. And that was why he was letting Grant in on the meeting from now on.
Running feet brought Draco and Grant out of their own little realm. It was Corven Prime, well maybe not all of them were in there then, Draco though. Corven nodded, blushed and smiled all at the same time as he quickly slipped into the classroom. "See, he's a first year and he's not nervous." "Ja but he's weird." That was another thing Draco loved about his new boyfriend, he had the cutest pout. "Come on," Draco sighed. "Or we'll never get there."
* * *
Draco lay in Grant's bed wide awake at about three in the morning. He didn't really believe in fate, but sometimes the world was just a little too small for comfort. Draco lay on his back staring out at the stars through the window. Grant had his head on Draco's shoulder and an arm draped over his chest. The slow breathing from his new boyfriend was making it very hard for him to consecrate on the matter at hand, but at a time like this anything that was outside the four poster bed didn't matter. That included most of their clothes.
Draco felt a slight shiver of pleasure run through his body from the feel of warm flesh on his skin. They were still in their boxers but they were they were getting close. It was pretty cool, just laying there under the covers stroking your boyfriends back as he slept and drooled on your chest. But that rather irritating, yet interesting, 'thing' that had happened in the classroom tonight just kept on popping up in his head.
Long story cut short was that Draco had been teaching a rather difficult prefix spell. It enabled the caster to split his spell into two or three, so instead of casting a single say Stupefy spell at one attacker, you could cast three at a time at three different attackers. Pretty intriguing stuff.
Anyhow, Grant had insisted, even threatened, him to come outside with him after he had demonstrated the spell with a simple Rictusempra spell (tickling spell) (Grant had been one of the targets as well). Grant had then demonstrated that he knew the spell and how it worked, which was surprising since most of those inside the classroom would need a couple of hours to perfect it. Grant had then accused him of steeling it!
Apparently that vital information that his father had been helping MOM with was in fact the very stuff that he was teaching his Followers. Hmmmm. But an oath on his love for Grant and a visit to the 'portrait' in the Slytherin common room had settled the matter. Unlike most people Grant was willing to believe his boyfriend. It was at passionate moments like those that he and Grant advanced in their relationship, like sleeping together in their boxers after an awesome touch and feel session.
Draco was starting to think about what they could do next time when sleep encroached, it was incredibly hard to think of important things in the outside world when you went to bed like this.
The end.. For now.
Ok so I'm sorry this took so long, again. But I have a good excuse this time. I was writing an assignment for my social psychology class. Don't ask me what it's about, your guess is as good as mine.
But anyway please R&R and tell me how you think the story is coming along.