When Angels Die
Ch: 18
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry awoke later that day to an empty. Stretching, Harry winced lightly at the pain he encountered from last nights activities but he wouldn't have changed it for the world. Throwing off the covers, Harry walked into the bathroom in hopes of a nice and refreshing shower-only to find that shower occupied by a nicely soaped up and naked body of Draco Malfoy.
Harry walked over and hopped on in besides him. After all, he was geared up after last night's activities. Draco jumped as he felt hands glide across his body, slowly headed down. Harry grinned and grabbed the soap. Gliding his slick hand around front, Harry used some of what he learned against his lover.
Draco braced himself against the wall and breathed deep. The torturous hand picked up speed and soon Draco was gasping for breath. He decided to have a little bit of fun and turned around, grabbing Harry in a deep kiss. Thrusting up against the wall, he leaned in and pushed. Harry moaned deeply as Draco slammed into him over and over again. Soon they both reached a climax and relaxed, letting the warm water wash down them.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Draco, grabbing the shampoo and starting to wash Harry's hair.
"I slept well," he replied with a lecherous grin. Harry grabbed the bar of soap and slowly leathered Draco's body. Suds from his hair made their way down his body. "And you?"
"Perfect."
They talked lightly as they finished cleaning and dressed. The house elves had already left some food so they sat in Draco's room and talked.
"When do the students get here?" asked Harry.
"Tonight. I have no clue what is going to happen, what with the upcoming war and everything. The Staff might boost peoples morals but the students might panic at the people gathered here." Draco sighed deeply. Harry leaned over and grasped his hand.
"Don't worry about it. I'm here now, what can happen now?" Draco looked up and grinned.
"Do you think I could be your assistant? Because I really do not want to be stuck doing nothing."
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. Then grasping Harry's hand in his own, Draco dragged a gasping Harry through a maze of tunnels and out into the Great Hall. They paused suddenly and took in their surroundings. All over the hall strode creatures of every species-Unicorns, Fairies, Nymphs- and in the far corner, talking amiably to Dumbledore stood an Elf.
Not a small I'll-turn-the-straw-into-gold kina Elf but a man size and extremely fair Elf. Many stood together in groups they could only stare. Over in the other corner was a kiss of Vampires and next to them a group of Shape shifters. The other corner held a group of what could only be Werewolves. Centaurs talked to the Elves as fairies hid themselves all over the place.
"Ah, Harry! Good morning, Draco. Did you sleep well?" asked Dumbledore. The old man strode towards them followed by a tall blond elf with silver eyes. They looked at the couple holding hands and shared a knowing look.
"We slept well, Headmaster."
"Good. This is Earnel, Lord of the Eastern Elves. He has come to help us prepare for the War."
"Pleasure to meet you Lord Earnel," said Harry, bowing slightly. Draco followed his example.
Lord Earnel slowly walked foreword and lifted Harry's head and stared deeply into those bright green eyes. What he was looking for, Harry didn't know, but he stared at him long enough to make Draco start to bristle.
"You have a good soul, young Warrior," Earnel released Harry's now flushed face and took one step closer to his lover's side. "Hopefully you will lead us well." Leaving a very puzzled Harry, the elf turned and walked away.
Hermione suddenly rushed out of nowhere, stalling any questions Harry might have had.
"Sorry Harry but Draco, we need your help healing some of the refugees from Ashland Lanes. There was more than we had expected and they just keep popping in from all over the place."
Draco spared a glance backwards as Hermione dragged him away. "So, Potter, even after all these years you're still a celebrity." Harry turned and raised an eyebrow at Snape's voice.
"And yet you still thought I was innocent."
"An honest mistake." Harry turned and followed Snape through the throng and out into the yard.
"Those vampires family of yours?" he asked with a smile.
Snape only raised an eyebrow and Harry distinctly saw a small twitch of his lips. "Did I just see you smile? I did! Oh, hell must have frozen over!"
Snape snorted. "No, they aren't my family. So, have you ad Draco set a date yet?"
Harry stared at him quizzically.
"Not very bright, are you? A date for the wedding?"
Harry suddenly flushed bright red as he stammered, "W-we aren't g-getting married."
"Are you kidding? You two love," his face flashed disgust at the word. "Each other and from the looks of it, you two will get on fine."
"You think so?" Snape nodded. "Thanks"
Before Snape could ask what the thanks was for, a dark shadow passed over the sun, shading them from the deep glare. Out of habit, they both glanced up. Suddenly their jaws dropped open as a huge Dragon landed right in front of them.
Deep red with golden yellow eyes, the dragon let out a loud roar. More dragons dropped down next to the first, and all eyes leveled on to Harry.
#Staff Keeper, I greet you. I am Lazar, King of these dragons who follow me.#
"H-hello, Lazar. Um, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you."
#The Counsel has gathered. Good, good. The War is coming, Young Sir. Who may I approach?#
Harry looked around and found that Dumbledore- along with the rest of the staff- had gathered at the door. Wordlessly Snape pointed the old man out and moved out of the old dragons way.
#Thank you#
"You're welcome," replied Snape as the dragon herd moved passed.
"Damonarl said it would be a War of the Worlds. I guess that would include Dragons."
Snape raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'No really??' but turned and walked away, leading them into the heart of chaos.
AN: I know, I know. Not a lot happens in this chapter but at least it is a chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and don't forget to feed the writer! Thanks again to all the reviewers. ~Ta-ta
Harry awoke later that day to an empty. Stretching, Harry winced lightly at the pain he encountered from last nights activities but he wouldn't have changed it for the world. Throwing off the covers, Harry walked into the bathroom in hopes of a nice and refreshing shower-only to find that shower occupied by a nicely soaped up and naked body of Draco Malfoy.
Harry walked over and hopped on in besides him. After all, he was geared up after last night's activities. Draco jumped as he felt hands glide across his body, slowly headed down. Harry grinned and grabbed the soap. Gliding his slick hand around front, Harry used some of what he learned against his lover.
Draco braced himself against the wall and breathed deep. The torturous hand picked up speed and soon Draco was gasping for breath. He decided to have a little bit of fun and turned around, grabbing Harry in a deep kiss. Thrusting up against the wall, he leaned in and pushed. Harry moaned deeply as Draco slammed into him over and over again. Soon they both reached a climax and relaxed, letting the warm water wash down them.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Draco, grabbing the shampoo and starting to wash Harry's hair.
"I slept well," he replied with a lecherous grin. Harry grabbed the bar of soap and slowly leathered Draco's body. Suds from his hair made their way down his body. "And you?"
"Perfect."
They talked lightly as they finished cleaning and dressed. The house elves had already left some food so they sat in Draco's room and talked.
"When do the students get here?" asked Harry.
"Tonight. I have no clue what is going to happen, what with the upcoming war and everything. The Staff might boost peoples morals but the students might panic at the people gathered here." Draco sighed deeply. Harry leaned over and grasped his hand.
"Don't worry about it. I'm here now, what can happen now?" Draco looked up and grinned.
"Do you think I could be your assistant? Because I really do not want to be stuck doing nothing."
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. Then grasping Harry's hand in his own, Draco dragged a gasping Harry through a maze of tunnels and out into the Great Hall. They paused suddenly and took in their surroundings. All over the hall strode creatures of every species-Unicorns, Fairies, Nymphs- and in the far corner, talking amiably to Dumbledore stood an Elf.
Not a small I'll-turn-the-straw-into-gold kina Elf but a man size and extremely fair Elf. Many stood together in groups they could only stare. Over in the other corner was a kiss of Vampires and next to them a group of Shape shifters. The other corner held a group of what could only be Werewolves. Centaurs talked to the Elves as fairies hid themselves all over the place.
"Ah, Harry! Good morning, Draco. Did you sleep well?" asked Dumbledore. The old man strode towards them followed by a tall blond elf with silver eyes. They looked at the couple holding hands and shared a knowing look.
"We slept well, Headmaster."
"Good. This is Earnel, Lord of the Eastern Elves. He has come to help us prepare for the War."
"Pleasure to meet you Lord Earnel," said Harry, bowing slightly. Draco followed his example.
Lord Earnel slowly walked foreword and lifted Harry's head and stared deeply into those bright green eyes. What he was looking for, Harry didn't know, but he stared at him long enough to make Draco start to bristle.
"You have a good soul, young Warrior," Earnel released Harry's now flushed face and took one step closer to his lover's side. "Hopefully you will lead us well." Leaving a very puzzled Harry, the elf turned and walked away.
Hermione suddenly rushed out of nowhere, stalling any questions Harry might have had.
"Sorry Harry but Draco, we need your help healing some of the refugees from Ashland Lanes. There was more than we had expected and they just keep popping in from all over the place."
Draco spared a glance backwards as Hermione dragged him away. "So, Potter, even after all these years you're still a celebrity." Harry turned and raised an eyebrow at Snape's voice.
"And yet you still thought I was innocent."
"An honest mistake." Harry turned and followed Snape through the throng and out into the yard.
"Those vampires family of yours?" he asked with a smile.
Snape only raised an eyebrow and Harry distinctly saw a small twitch of his lips. "Did I just see you smile? I did! Oh, hell must have frozen over!"
Snape snorted. "No, they aren't my family. So, have you ad Draco set a date yet?"
Harry stared at him quizzically.
"Not very bright, are you? A date for the wedding?"
Harry suddenly flushed bright red as he stammered, "W-we aren't g-getting married."
"Are you kidding? You two love," his face flashed disgust at the word. "Each other and from the looks of it, you two will get on fine."
"You think so?" Snape nodded. "Thanks"
Before Snape could ask what the thanks was for, a dark shadow passed over the sun, shading them from the deep glare. Out of habit, they both glanced up. Suddenly their jaws dropped open as a huge Dragon landed right in front of them.
Deep red with golden yellow eyes, the dragon let out a loud roar. More dragons dropped down next to the first, and all eyes leveled on to Harry.
#Staff Keeper, I greet you. I am Lazar, King of these dragons who follow me.#
"H-hello, Lazar. Um, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you."
#The Counsel has gathered. Good, good. The War is coming, Young Sir. Who may I approach?#
Harry looked around and found that Dumbledore- along with the rest of the staff- had gathered at the door. Wordlessly Snape pointed the old man out and moved out of the old dragons way.
#Thank you#
"You're welcome," replied Snape as the dragon herd moved passed.
"Damonarl said it would be a War of the Worlds. I guess that would include Dragons."
Snape raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'No really??' but turned and walked away, leading them into the heart of chaos.
AN: I know, I know. Not a lot happens in this chapter but at least it is a chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and don't forget to feed the writer! Thanks again to all the reviewers. ~Ta-ta