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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing, adult romancy-thingo themes
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: Again, thanks to all my reviewers. I love yooou!!!! To anyone that has put me on their favourites list, or on Author Alerts, you get an extra cookie!!! *HUGS* *******
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CHAPTER 9
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Harry yawned and slid down the wall slowly, letting himself sit drowsily on the grass. His eyes drooped a little and he removed his glasses. His eyes could make out a thin, extremely pale, cream blur standing next to him calmly; it was poised, silent and Harry could feel an aura of pride emitting from it. It had silvery hair.
"Get out of it, Harry!" the figure snapped, "if I'm not allowed to sleep, then neither are you."
"Sorry Draco," Harry replied guiltily, and stood up weakly to continue the last hour of his External Night Shift. Hufflepuff were with them; Ravenclaw were told that they were strictly to do Internal Shifts only: no rotating was going to be done with the Shifts. McGonagall decided it would be better that way, so Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were doomed to be outside day after day after day...apart from weekends and holidays. Only one House at a time did those, and they shared those Shifts, as everyone wanted a weekend to themselves once in awhile. The good news to Harry was that he could stay here during the summers from now on, as he was about to be his own wizard after Graduation. Guarding the school was better than putting up with the Dursleys, although their sense of humour with presents might be missed once in awhile.
"One hour left," Draco grinned sleepily, "And then Ravenclaw can wake up and come take over while we have breakfast," Draco grinned.
Harry's head spun tiredly. "Or while we go to bed," he yawned.
Draco laughed.
((It's a pretty...nice sound, really, Draco's laugh: I haven't heard it that often... He should laugh more.)) Harry's mind whispered.
Harry put his glasses back on.
Silence blossomed between the two, and Draco walked a little way, stretching skywards, and as he did so, his short jumper slid up and revealed his lower torso. Harry admired the curve of Draco's lower back, and how the pale skin set of the slimness of his figure.
And not too far away, red sparks exploded into the night air; a shriek soon followed, piercing the silence. Harry's fatigue immediately dissolved into waves of fear. His eyes tore away from Draco's body to look for the trouble, emeralds glittering with a fierce emotion that could only be defined with the word "danger".
The sparks weren't that far away, so he and Draco set off at a sprint, wands at the ready. It had been Dean to send up the sparks, and it was Hannah Abbott that had screamed: the reason was immediately clear as he, Draco, Ron and Susan Bones arrived at the scene. Hannah was now on the ground, blood coming out of her mouth and torn stomach, and Ron was crashing through the near bushes, cursing loudly. Dean was next to him, blood trickling down the side of his face.
"Ron! Dean!" Harry yelled, and ran to the two Gryffindors
"A Death Eater! He ran round here just a few seconds ago," Dean yelled back, his voice high and panicky. Draco swore and knelt next to Hannah, cradling her head.
"What a way to go, huh?" Hannah said sadly, and coughed, the warm crimson liquid trailing from her mouth down her blouse.
"Damn, no you're not gonna die, you dolt," Draco told her, wiped blood from her cheek and looked up as Flitwick, Snape and McGonagall came tearing towards them, two Hufflepuffs in tow.
"Potter, any sign of the Eater?" Snape asked harshly, knowing immediately whose work this had been.
Ron shook his head to Harry, who passed the no on to Snape. McGonagall sighed.
"Abbott," she said softly, conjured up a stretcher and she and Draco took Hannah to the Infirmary. Harry, Ron and Flitwick discussed what to do next, and it was decided that Flitwick and McGonagall (once she had returned) would aid the Aurors in their Clearance.
A few minutes later, green sparks were sent up in every section of the grounds, the Ravenclaws were brought out and put on alert and the Gryffindors got off early. The Death Eater was never found.
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"Do you really think it was a Death Eater?" Ron asked, too nervous to eat: that was a rare thing never before seen. Ron always ate.
"'Course. Question is, why'd he give out a few scratches and nick off?" Harry replied, also not eating. The exhaustion had been flushed from him and he felt wide awake. He could still feel soft adrenaline oozing around him, and he kept fidgeting and playing with his cutlery.
"But how'd he get in, if he can't Apparate?!" Hermione demanded, wringing her hands. She had decided to join them at the Aurors' breakfast. Either she was afraid for the safety of Hogwarts, or she was terribly afraid that Dumbledore's wards and powers and Ministry men weren't enough. Or she was scared stiff that someone managed to defy the assurances of "Hogwarts: A History".
"Who cares?" Harry replied, and picked up a slice of bacon on his fork. Rona and Hermione stared.
"It's not like I don't care, y'know? It's just that there's no use panicking over it, especially when it won't get us anywhere. The fact is, Death Eaters can get in and Dumbledore needs to find out where and why. As I said, what I'm wondering is why get a glimpse of us, hurt a couple of teens and walk back out?" Harry stated, chomping on his food.
"Well. I think they may just want to know where you Aurors are positioned," Hermione started, satisfied with Harry's reason of calmness.
"Why would they wanna know that?" Ron asked, poking a pancake.
"Well, it's like in those Muggle movies. You've gotta know where all the guards are stationed. It doesn't matter how powerful you are, there's still a chance that one guard, somewhere, will see you and will raise the alarm and you'll never have a chance. Think from their point of view. A load of guards, both students and official Ministry Aurors, are stationed around the castle. If they try to come in one way, but find a bunch of people standing there, then they're in trouble -"
"Hermione," Harry sighed, "These are the servants of Voldemort -"
Ron scowled and Hermione flinched.
" - And it doesn't matter if there's one person or one hundred people in front of them to see their attack: Death Eaters kill whoever's in their path. Child, adult, grandmother...it doesn't matter to them! They'll just kill, and that's all. They don't need to know where we're stationed. They could come in through the front gates if there were enough of them at once. The only thing holding them back is probably Voldemort himself," Harry told them indignantly.
"Why? Why would he hold them back?" Ron asked, his mouth open. His pancake had fallen off his fork, but not that he noticed. His eyes were too wide and too busy staring, dumfounded, at Harry.
"The Great Dark Prat is probably too weak to go ahead with an assault upon Dumbledore's territory right now. Voldemort's just probably biding his time. The attack, if you can even call it that, was probably just a message, a warning, that we won't stay safe under Dumbledore's wing forever."
"How can you call him that!?" Ron hissed, his tone no longer amazed but angry.
Hermione looked uneasy.
"Eh?" Harry asked.
"How can you insult You-Know-Who so casually, as if you're teasing Goyle? You-Know-Who's killed hundreds of people, Harry, hundreds!! And you can say his name out loud, and call him something so trivial like that, and assume you know what he's up to. Harry, he's ten times greater than anyone ever born, I'm starting to think that no one can stop him. How can you just say those things about him, knowing how many of us, and Muggles, that he's killed, and treat the whole thing as if it's a joke?!" Ron's voice was now a tight whisper.
"You think I treat this whole thing as a joke? You really believe I could think of Voldemort as a JOKE?!" Harry yelled. The few people in the breakfast hall at this hour stared at him. He was on his feet, glaring furiously.
"God Ron! You can sit there and fear the almighty 'You-Know-Who' for his powers, his killings, and you can sit there and say he's unbeatable? Well did you ever think of Dumbledore? Sure he's old, but that doesn't mean his brain is as goddamned slow as yours, Weasley!!" Harry shouted, turned around and stormed off.
"He's got a point, Ron," Hermione said quietly.
Ron shut his open mouth, Dean snickered, not really caring what the conversation was about and also forgetting his partner had nearly been disembowelled, and Ron turned to Hermione furiously.
"I told you!!" Ron hissed softly.
"Told me what?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows and daintily placing a piece of toast in her mouth.
"That Malfoy's got Harry under a spell. Harry never shouts at me that bad, not for something so serious!!!" Ron said, waving his arms wildly.
"Oh Ron, not this again!" Hermione snapped.
"First the closeness, then Harry's strange behaviour - "
"I told you, I won't believe it until I see Malfoy doing something really insane with Harry. Until then, leave it," Hermione sighed.
"Fine. Then we'll just have to catch him doing something. We'll have to catch Malfoy red-handed!!!" Ron cackled madly, grabbed Hermione's hand, dragged the girl from her breakfast and scuttled out the door, looking for Harry to spy on. They both quickly forgot about the Death Eater.
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"What's up, Harry?" Draco asked, as Harry stormed past him. Harry did a double take and smiled gently at Draco.
"Nothing. So, where've you been? You weren't at the Aurors' breakfast," Harry said.
"Helped Pomfrey with Bones. Poor thing was in a right state," Draco said quietly, and they both automatically walked towards the marble staircase.
Neither of them noticed Hermione and Ron leaping from statue to statue, following them and listening to every word.
There was a silence, and Harry realised they were walking near the dungeons.
"Going to your place, are we?" Harry teased.
"Nah, I'm taking you to the place I found a few years back. There's that many spare rooms and turrets and towers that nearly everyone adventurous enough can find a place of their own to think and be peaceful in," Draco replied.
"So what's yours? Turret, room or tower?" Harry asked curiously.
"Tower," Draco grinned cheekily.
"Ooh," Harry laughed, and soon, Draco led him to a tapestry of a fat knight sitting on a terribly thin pony.
"Wobbleton," Draco whispered, and poked that fat knight's belly. A little tiny doorhandle appeared, and they were soon inside.
Ron walked to the tapestry.
"What was the password?"
"Wobbleton," Hermione replied, poked the belly and they went in the door after Draco and Harry. Once inside, they hid behind a massive statue of a fairy, and huddled against the corner of the wall, behind the roughly worked stone vampire.
**
As soon as Harry entered through the doorway, he was instantly amazed; no, he was awed. The place that met Harry's eyes was no ordinary tower. Somehow, they had gone from the dungeons to a massive turret that was tucked neatly into the back, left hand corner at the top of the castle. In front of them were fields: endless green fields. There were no windows this high or this far left. Harry wondered how it had stayed hidden.
For it was a beautiful place: there were gardens resting upon the ancient stone: little gardens no more than a foot high with a tiny layer of soil, bordered by pebbles. These gardens held mostly exotic bonsais, with miniature, flowering shrubs of pink and white here and there. The pathway that led to the balcony was also of pebbles: all white and cream and smooth. There was only one statue in the place: it was of a fairy, stood against the corner, guarding the door.
There was a massive grey water fountain in the middle of the tower: it was of a naked, yet very tall woman sat upon a lion, with a coiled snake sat and a perched raven behind her, on the lion's rump. The water cascaded from the woman's grey, stone hair that lay upon her shoulders; the water droplets fell from the granite strands and onto her bared breasts, and then hung delicately on her nipples until they softly tumbled into the bowl about the lion's paws.
As all this met his eyes, Harry gasped, despite the voice that told him not to be so soft at a mere garden. Draco smiled, and pointed to the fountain.
"Hot one, ain't she?" he teased.
Harry inwardly cursed at a soft blush that suffused his cheeks as he watched another droplet fall from her right nipple.
"It's that Helena Hufflepuff. Yeah, there were all Animagi, apparently. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw...and Salazar Slytherin. That was them, alright."
Harry tore his eyes away from the immensely detailed woman and looked out at the fields, walking softly over the pebbles and sat upon the jet lack marble bench that lined the tower's wall, and looked out through a gap in the nose-height battlements.
"It's...awesome," Harry replied.
They were silent for awhile, only the soft drip-drip-drip of the fountain and the humming of the wind punctuating the silence.
And then, answering the unasked question, Draco pushed Harry onto his back on the wide bench and lent on top of him. He let his breath out in a half lustful sigh, half moan, and enveloped Harry's mouth in his own. He ran his hands through Harry's hair and within seconds had both of their robes and shirts upon the floor.
Lips roving over the other's again and again: tongues touching and roaming; Harry groaned into Draco's mouth who answered by fumbling at Harry's belt.
The Slytherin yanked off Harry's pants and Harry lay upon the bench in but his boxers. Draco pulled his lips away.
"Man you're hot," Draco said hoarsely, causing Harry to blush gracefully, and slid a hand over Harry's muscles, and then under the right leg of Harry's boxers. Again his finger's touched Harry's throbbing flesh but immediately pulled his fingers away tauntingly.
"Oh don't," Harry moaned, his mind upon nothing but the hot pleasure coursing through him.
He moved his hands and pulled Draco's head to his and they lay there, kissing: Draco's slender figure delicately rested upon Harry's muscly build. Draco pulled away and again reached under the boxers, and he grasped Harry's flesh firmly, who gave a gruff groan and closed his eyes -
"All Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Aurors are to report to their stations immediately for their next Shift," a squeaky voice interrupted. Eyes wide, mouths open, Harry and Draco both looked into the garden simultaneously to see a house-elf standing next to the fountain. Apparently, when permitted to use it, house-elves had a special from of their own Apparation.
The little green thing with massive ears was looking to the side uncomfortably, and repeated his message, refusing to look at the two homosexual lovers, appearing very interested in a spiky bonsai.
Harry swallowed, trying to get his voice back to normal after the constant, passionate kisses.
"Um, thanks," he replied, and the house elf gave a hastily given bow and Disapparated so fast Harry had to laugh.
"Guess we scared him, eh?" Draco said, his voice quite husky.
"Yeah."
They got properly dressed again, not noticing their mistake, and they returned to the Quidditch Pitch wearing the other's robes.
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Behind the statue, Hermione and Ron had seen the whole thing through a crack between the fairy's tall legs.
They were staring at one another, mouths open and eyes so dismayed that even Dean wouldn't have been able to laugh at their response.
They stared at one another. Not for their life could they have imagined THIS was what Draco had done to Harry: they thought Draco was just playing some dirty prank to try and embarrass Harry, not to SEDUCE him. In fact, Hermione and Ron couldn't comprehend the fact their best friend was homosexual - they both found it disgusting and so wrong they immediately blamed Draco. They just wouldn't allow the truth to break through: Harry Potter was madly in love with Draco Malfoy. And so the only sensible thing to assume was that Draco had put some kind of spell over Harry.
Ron growled angrily, and hissed at Hermione, "Now? NOW do you believe me?"
Hermione's eyebrows creased sadly and she nodded. "Yes, Ron. Now I believe you."
"That - that SWINE," Ron whispered furiously.
And Hermione let out a soft sob, a tear escaping from her left eye, for, at that very moment, she realised there was no real spell to make someone fall THAT deeply in love: a Love Potion never lasted that long, anyway. And so she knew: she knew Harry had betrayed them for their eternal enemy, Draco Malfoy. ((I don't know how Harry can do it. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy.))
She didn't dare tell Ron the truth. She knew that would send him to his wit's end. And so she merely nodded with his accusations, not being able to tell him the Harry had acted of his own free will. A tear followed the first.
------- Review pleeeeease!!!!!
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing, adult romancy-thingo themes
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: Again, thanks to all my reviewers. I love yooou!!!! To anyone that has put me on their favourites list, or on Author Alerts, you get an extra cookie!!! *HUGS* *******
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CHAPTER 9
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Harry yawned and slid down the wall slowly, letting himself sit drowsily on the grass. His eyes drooped a little and he removed his glasses. His eyes could make out a thin, extremely pale, cream blur standing next to him calmly; it was poised, silent and Harry could feel an aura of pride emitting from it. It had silvery hair.
"Get out of it, Harry!" the figure snapped, "if I'm not allowed to sleep, then neither are you."
"Sorry Draco," Harry replied guiltily, and stood up weakly to continue the last hour of his External Night Shift. Hufflepuff were with them; Ravenclaw were told that they were strictly to do Internal Shifts only: no rotating was going to be done with the Shifts. McGonagall decided it would be better that way, so Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were doomed to be outside day after day after day...apart from weekends and holidays. Only one House at a time did those, and they shared those Shifts, as everyone wanted a weekend to themselves once in awhile. The good news to Harry was that he could stay here during the summers from now on, as he was about to be his own wizard after Graduation. Guarding the school was better than putting up with the Dursleys, although their sense of humour with presents might be missed once in awhile.
"One hour left," Draco grinned sleepily, "And then Ravenclaw can wake up and come take over while we have breakfast," Draco grinned.
Harry's head spun tiredly. "Or while we go to bed," he yawned.
Draco laughed.
((It's a pretty...nice sound, really, Draco's laugh: I haven't heard it that often... He should laugh more.)) Harry's mind whispered.
Harry put his glasses back on.
Silence blossomed between the two, and Draco walked a little way, stretching skywards, and as he did so, his short jumper slid up and revealed his lower torso. Harry admired the curve of Draco's lower back, and how the pale skin set of the slimness of his figure.
And not too far away, red sparks exploded into the night air; a shriek soon followed, piercing the silence. Harry's fatigue immediately dissolved into waves of fear. His eyes tore away from Draco's body to look for the trouble, emeralds glittering with a fierce emotion that could only be defined with the word "danger".
The sparks weren't that far away, so he and Draco set off at a sprint, wands at the ready. It had been Dean to send up the sparks, and it was Hannah Abbott that had screamed: the reason was immediately clear as he, Draco, Ron and Susan Bones arrived at the scene. Hannah was now on the ground, blood coming out of her mouth and torn stomach, and Ron was crashing through the near bushes, cursing loudly. Dean was next to him, blood trickling down the side of his face.
"Ron! Dean!" Harry yelled, and ran to the two Gryffindors
"A Death Eater! He ran round here just a few seconds ago," Dean yelled back, his voice high and panicky. Draco swore and knelt next to Hannah, cradling her head.
"What a way to go, huh?" Hannah said sadly, and coughed, the warm crimson liquid trailing from her mouth down her blouse.
"Damn, no you're not gonna die, you dolt," Draco told her, wiped blood from her cheek and looked up as Flitwick, Snape and McGonagall came tearing towards them, two Hufflepuffs in tow.
"Potter, any sign of the Eater?" Snape asked harshly, knowing immediately whose work this had been.
Ron shook his head to Harry, who passed the no on to Snape. McGonagall sighed.
"Abbott," she said softly, conjured up a stretcher and she and Draco took Hannah to the Infirmary. Harry, Ron and Flitwick discussed what to do next, and it was decided that Flitwick and McGonagall (once she had returned) would aid the Aurors in their Clearance.
A few minutes later, green sparks were sent up in every section of the grounds, the Ravenclaws were brought out and put on alert and the Gryffindors got off early. The Death Eater was never found.
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"Do you really think it was a Death Eater?" Ron asked, too nervous to eat: that was a rare thing never before seen. Ron always ate.
"'Course. Question is, why'd he give out a few scratches and nick off?" Harry replied, also not eating. The exhaustion had been flushed from him and he felt wide awake. He could still feel soft adrenaline oozing around him, and he kept fidgeting and playing with his cutlery.
"But how'd he get in, if he can't Apparate?!" Hermione demanded, wringing her hands. She had decided to join them at the Aurors' breakfast. Either she was afraid for the safety of Hogwarts, or she was terribly afraid that Dumbledore's wards and powers and Ministry men weren't enough. Or she was scared stiff that someone managed to defy the assurances of "Hogwarts: A History".
"Who cares?" Harry replied, and picked up a slice of bacon on his fork. Rona and Hermione stared.
"It's not like I don't care, y'know? It's just that there's no use panicking over it, especially when it won't get us anywhere. The fact is, Death Eaters can get in and Dumbledore needs to find out where and why. As I said, what I'm wondering is why get a glimpse of us, hurt a couple of teens and walk back out?" Harry stated, chomping on his food.
"Well. I think they may just want to know where you Aurors are positioned," Hermione started, satisfied with Harry's reason of calmness.
"Why would they wanna know that?" Ron asked, poking a pancake.
"Well, it's like in those Muggle movies. You've gotta know where all the guards are stationed. It doesn't matter how powerful you are, there's still a chance that one guard, somewhere, will see you and will raise the alarm and you'll never have a chance. Think from their point of view. A load of guards, both students and official Ministry Aurors, are stationed around the castle. If they try to come in one way, but find a bunch of people standing there, then they're in trouble -"
"Hermione," Harry sighed, "These are the servants of Voldemort -"
Ron scowled and Hermione flinched.
" - And it doesn't matter if there's one person or one hundred people in front of them to see their attack: Death Eaters kill whoever's in their path. Child, adult, grandmother...it doesn't matter to them! They'll just kill, and that's all. They don't need to know where we're stationed. They could come in through the front gates if there were enough of them at once. The only thing holding them back is probably Voldemort himself," Harry told them indignantly.
"Why? Why would he hold them back?" Ron asked, his mouth open. His pancake had fallen off his fork, but not that he noticed. His eyes were too wide and too busy staring, dumfounded, at Harry.
"The Great Dark Prat is probably too weak to go ahead with an assault upon Dumbledore's territory right now. Voldemort's just probably biding his time. The attack, if you can even call it that, was probably just a message, a warning, that we won't stay safe under Dumbledore's wing forever."
"How can you call him that!?" Ron hissed, his tone no longer amazed but angry.
Hermione looked uneasy.
"Eh?" Harry asked.
"How can you insult You-Know-Who so casually, as if you're teasing Goyle? You-Know-Who's killed hundreds of people, Harry, hundreds!! And you can say his name out loud, and call him something so trivial like that, and assume you know what he's up to. Harry, he's ten times greater than anyone ever born, I'm starting to think that no one can stop him. How can you just say those things about him, knowing how many of us, and Muggles, that he's killed, and treat the whole thing as if it's a joke?!" Ron's voice was now a tight whisper.
"You think I treat this whole thing as a joke? You really believe I could think of Voldemort as a JOKE?!" Harry yelled. The few people in the breakfast hall at this hour stared at him. He was on his feet, glaring furiously.
"God Ron! You can sit there and fear the almighty 'You-Know-Who' for his powers, his killings, and you can sit there and say he's unbeatable? Well did you ever think of Dumbledore? Sure he's old, but that doesn't mean his brain is as goddamned slow as yours, Weasley!!" Harry shouted, turned around and stormed off.
"He's got a point, Ron," Hermione said quietly.
Ron shut his open mouth, Dean snickered, not really caring what the conversation was about and also forgetting his partner had nearly been disembowelled, and Ron turned to Hermione furiously.
"I told you!!" Ron hissed softly.
"Told me what?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows and daintily placing a piece of toast in her mouth.
"That Malfoy's got Harry under a spell. Harry never shouts at me that bad, not for something so serious!!!" Ron said, waving his arms wildly.
"Oh Ron, not this again!" Hermione snapped.
"First the closeness, then Harry's strange behaviour - "
"I told you, I won't believe it until I see Malfoy doing something really insane with Harry. Until then, leave it," Hermione sighed.
"Fine. Then we'll just have to catch him doing something. We'll have to catch Malfoy red-handed!!!" Ron cackled madly, grabbed Hermione's hand, dragged the girl from her breakfast and scuttled out the door, looking for Harry to spy on. They both quickly forgot about the Death Eater.
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"What's up, Harry?" Draco asked, as Harry stormed past him. Harry did a double take and smiled gently at Draco.
"Nothing. So, where've you been? You weren't at the Aurors' breakfast," Harry said.
"Helped Pomfrey with Bones. Poor thing was in a right state," Draco said quietly, and they both automatically walked towards the marble staircase.
Neither of them noticed Hermione and Ron leaping from statue to statue, following them and listening to every word.
There was a silence, and Harry realised they were walking near the dungeons.
"Going to your place, are we?" Harry teased.
"Nah, I'm taking you to the place I found a few years back. There's that many spare rooms and turrets and towers that nearly everyone adventurous enough can find a place of their own to think and be peaceful in," Draco replied.
"So what's yours? Turret, room or tower?" Harry asked curiously.
"Tower," Draco grinned cheekily.
"Ooh," Harry laughed, and soon, Draco led him to a tapestry of a fat knight sitting on a terribly thin pony.
"Wobbleton," Draco whispered, and poked that fat knight's belly. A little tiny doorhandle appeared, and they were soon inside.
Ron walked to the tapestry.
"What was the password?"
"Wobbleton," Hermione replied, poked the belly and they went in the door after Draco and Harry. Once inside, they hid behind a massive statue of a fairy, and huddled against the corner of the wall, behind the roughly worked stone vampire.
**
As soon as Harry entered through the doorway, he was instantly amazed; no, he was awed. The place that met Harry's eyes was no ordinary tower. Somehow, they had gone from the dungeons to a massive turret that was tucked neatly into the back, left hand corner at the top of the castle. In front of them were fields: endless green fields. There were no windows this high or this far left. Harry wondered how it had stayed hidden.
For it was a beautiful place: there were gardens resting upon the ancient stone: little gardens no more than a foot high with a tiny layer of soil, bordered by pebbles. These gardens held mostly exotic bonsais, with miniature, flowering shrubs of pink and white here and there. The pathway that led to the balcony was also of pebbles: all white and cream and smooth. There was only one statue in the place: it was of a fairy, stood against the corner, guarding the door.
There was a massive grey water fountain in the middle of the tower: it was of a naked, yet very tall woman sat upon a lion, with a coiled snake sat and a perched raven behind her, on the lion's rump. The water cascaded from the woman's grey, stone hair that lay upon her shoulders; the water droplets fell from the granite strands and onto her bared breasts, and then hung delicately on her nipples until they softly tumbled into the bowl about the lion's paws.
As all this met his eyes, Harry gasped, despite the voice that told him not to be so soft at a mere garden. Draco smiled, and pointed to the fountain.
"Hot one, ain't she?" he teased.
Harry inwardly cursed at a soft blush that suffused his cheeks as he watched another droplet fall from her right nipple.
"It's that Helena Hufflepuff. Yeah, there were all Animagi, apparently. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw...and Salazar Slytherin. That was them, alright."
Harry tore his eyes away from the immensely detailed woman and looked out at the fields, walking softly over the pebbles and sat upon the jet lack marble bench that lined the tower's wall, and looked out through a gap in the nose-height battlements.
"It's...awesome," Harry replied.
They were silent for awhile, only the soft drip-drip-drip of the fountain and the humming of the wind punctuating the silence.
And then, answering the unasked question, Draco pushed Harry onto his back on the wide bench and lent on top of him. He let his breath out in a half lustful sigh, half moan, and enveloped Harry's mouth in his own. He ran his hands through Harry's hair and within seconds had both of their robes and shirts upon the floor.
Lips roving over the other's again and again: tongues touching and roaming; Harry groaned into Draco's mouth who answered by fumbling at Harry's belt.
The Slytherin yanked off Harry's pants and Harry lay upon the bench in but his boxers. Draco pulled his lips away.
"Man you're hot," Draco said hoarsely, causing Harry to blush gracefully, and slid a hand over Harry's muscles, and then under the right leg of Harry's boxers. Again his finger's touched Harry's throbbing flesh but immediately pulled his fingers away tauntingly.
"Oh don't," Harry moaned, his mind upon nothing but the hot pleasure coursing through him.
He moved his hands and pulled Draco's head to his and they lay there, kissing: Draco's slender figure delicately rested upon Harry's muscly build. Draco pulled away and again reached under the boxers, and he grasped Harry's flesh firmly, who gave a gruff groan and closed his eyes -
"All Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Aurors are to report to their stations immediately for their next Shift," a squeaky voice interrupted. Eyes wide, mouths open, Harry and Draco both looked into the garden simultaneously to see a house-elf standing next to the fountain. Apparently, when permitted to use it, house-elves had a special from of their own Apparation.
The little green thing with massive ears was looking to the side uncomfortably, and repeated his message, refusing to look at the two homosexual lovers, appearing very interested in a spiky bonsai.
Harry swallowed, trying to get his voice back to normal after the constant, passionate kisses.
"Um, thanks," he replied, and the house elf gave a hastily given bow and Disapparated so fast Harry had to laugh.
"Guess we scared him, eh?" Draco said, his voice quite husky.
"Yeah."
They got properly dressed again, not noticing their mistake, and they returned to the Quidditch Pitch wearing the other's robes.
**
Behind the statue, Hermione and Ron had seen the whole thing through a crack between the fairy's tall legs.
They were staring at one another, mouths open and eyes so dismayed that even Dean wouldn't have been able to laugh at their response.
They stared at one another. Not for their life could they have imagined THIS was what Draco had done to Harry: they thought Draco was just playing some dirty prank to try and embarrass Harry, not to SEDUCE him. In fact, Hermione and Ron couldn't comprehend the fact their best friend was homosexual - they both found it disgusting and so wrong they immediately blamed Draco. They just wouldn't allow the truth to break through: Harry Potter was madly in love with Draco Malfoy. And so the only sensible thing to assume was that Draco had put some kind of spell over Harry.
Ron growled angrily, and hissed at Hermione, "Now? NOW do you believe me?"
Hermione's eyebrows creased sadly and she nodded. "Yes, Ron. Now I believe you."
"That - that SWINE," Ron whispered furiously.
And Hermione let out a soft sob, a tear escaping from her left eye, for, at that very moment, she realised there was no real spell to make someone fall THAT deeply in love: a Love Potion never lasted that long, anyway. And so she knew: she knew Harry had betrayed them for their eternal enemy, Draco Malfoy. ((I don't know how Harry can do it. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy.))
She didn't dare tell Ron the truth. She knew that would send him to his wit's end. And so she merely nodded with his accusations, not being able to tell him the Harry had acted of his own free will. A tear followed the first.
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