He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 16
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent, Nott/? (I'm not even going to say his first name anymore until after I've gone through my previous chapters and changed them)
Year: 6th
Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), some sap, hopefully Draco's not too OOC (everyone acts differently when you're in love), and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.
Notes: This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Okay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors.
Also Note: This won't have much description between what Harry and Draco did, because technically I wasn't planning on having that type of scene in this fic. It was supposed to be a PG-13 or 15 to begin with, but it turned into an R just because of the last two chapters. Please forgive me for not putting any kind of detail, but there shouldn't be any in the first place.
And there's a couple running gags in this chapter. See if you can spot them.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book. Also, any kind of Garfield references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius.
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When Draco opened his eyes, his head swam. He buried his face into his pillow and let out a muffled, 'ohhhh…'
Something next to him stirred, and Draco practically leapt out of his skin. He turned his head only a little and opened one eye to see another face before him, sleeping.
Harry Potter had his hair in a disarray (which wasn't anything unusual), and a slight flushed tint on his cheeks. Shutting his eyes again, Draco moved a hand down under the blankets and discovered that, yes indeed, they were naked.
Draco gasped, trying to think of just what happened. He reached almost blindly for his wand that should be lying on his nightstand. When he found it, he pointed it at his own head and muttered a sober charm. His head went back to normal, and he sat up. Peering down at his bed buddy, Draco tried his best to remember what happened last night after the date.
Last night
Stumbling into the Slytherin dungeons, Draco pulled along a very willing and excited Harry to his room.
Draco's hand was sweaty, and colors swarmed all around his eyes. The greens in the room didn't look very green- more of a pine, or an army green. The silvers were looking more like chrome when the light hit them, and flashed like a rear view mirror.
Harry was breathing heavily in his ear, he was so close to Draco, and then Draco moved Harry over to their bed. Everything else in the background didn't matter anymore, as he laid Harry down on the soft mattress. Harry moaned, and Draco wondered if it was from the softness of the bed or the fact that his body was high on desire. Draco's own body was humming with need, and when he laid himself over Harry's body, he shivered.
His senses were peeked, and Draco felt his body hum as it slid down Harry's shaking body. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him down for a very deep kiss. Draco didn't know if it was real, or if it was the pills, but there was a strong ache below his bellybutton, and he couldn't stop moving mercilessly over Harry.
Harry's cries of need made things worse, and before they knew it, they were moaning each other's names in the dark.
End flashback
No… they never met up with Blaise and Colin like they were supposed to. Draco wondered if Blaise was going to be pissed at him about it or not.
Speaking of which, that very person was in bed, in the dorm, along with Colin. So, they skipped their planned double date as well, then. No surprise there. Colin had his arms wrapped tightly around Blaise's chest, head buried in the crook of his shoulder. Blaise had his head lying on top of Colin's, slight smug smile on his face. Draco wanted to slap Blaise for choosing the dirty Mudblood.
Even though Draco had to admit that even HE didn't have a pureblood lover, at least Harry's parents were a witch and a wizard. Colin Creevey came from a long line of Muggles, from what Draco heard. He would never, ever choose such a mutt of a boyfriend! He knew that Harry's mother was a Mudblood, but his father- the Potters- were purebloods, as far as he knew. Half-blood, powerful, not related… suited Draco just fine. He was a little bummed out that Harry didn't know anything about the wizarding world until he got his Hogwarts letter, but from what he heard, it really was no surprise since Dumbledore was behind it. Potter was going to be one hell of a powerful wizard, and possible leader.
Last night was a night Draco would always remember. He regretted nothing. He knew that he had feelings for Harry years before the whole ordeal with his father, but he was too afraid to admit anything, especially when his father was around. Now, however, he felt as if he could tell Harry anything, and Harry'd understand. He had to.
"Good morning, Draco," came Harry's muffled voice.
Draco turned his head around, and their eyes met. Draco wasn't aware that he'd been staring at his best friend and his boyfriend next to them. It was odd to finally realize that he and Blaise had the same idea, and had both brought their boyfriends down into the Slytherin dungeons. Haven't they spent that one night last time in the Gryffindor Tower? Draco wasn't clear on that. It was either grogginess or the after effects from the pills.
"Ah… good morning." Draco said. He crept closer to Harry, towering over him on his elbow, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Um… I'm fine." Harry said, blushing slightly. "How're you holding up?"
"Fine. Fine." Draco grinned. "Of course, the dominance struggle was rather fun, don't you think?"
Harry smiled, cheeks still a bit pink, "Yeah, it was. Who won that again?"
"Me, of course."
Harry shook his head, "I don't think it ended up that way. I think I won."
"Oh, tish, Pots! I had you moaning my name most of the night."
"Only because you felt so good around me." Harry pointed out, running his fingertip down Draco's chest. "And I know that you liked it when I took you."
"I let you take me, Pots. There's a difference."
"Oh, right." Harry moved a hand behind Draco's head and brought him closer. Their lips touched very gently. "I recall you screaming out: 'I'll never let you dominate me, Potter!' Does that ring any bell?"
"Nope." Draco said swiftly, "Don't recall. You must have taken one too many pills."
"I never had a chance to take any!" Harry protested, "Or don't you remember? You must have had too many pills."
"Shush." Draco murmured and then ghosted his lips over Harry's. "You talk too much."
"ME?" Harry huffed. He didn't have a chance to continue his argument, because Draco's mouth was over his again, and a tongue probed.
A soft cough interrupted them, however, and they parted like a pair of guilty teenagers in the backseat of a car.
Draco looked up and saw the grinning face of his best friend looming before them. "Good morning, Draco."
"Morning, Blaise." Draco said with a sigh. "Have fun last night?"
"As a matter of fact, I did." Blaise wiggled his eyebrows, "It looks like you two did as well. And just to let you know, I heard you last night. You're pretty loud when you want to be, did you know that?"
"Stuff it." Draco said, eye twitching.
"Of course, I heard Potter also. Just who was bottom last night?"
They both said each other's last names, and then glared at one another.
"Potter was… right before we fell asleep."
"But I took you first!" Harry groaned.
"So you think that taking me first makes you the winner? I don't think so, Pots. I had you screaming like a girl last night right before we fell asleep."
"So?" Harry pouted and then folded his arms together, head hitting the pillow. "You weren't satisfied and wanted to do me, and I LET you, Malfoy."
"Well, I let YOU do ME, Pots. So we're even."
"I guess so." Harry smiled.
Blaise shook his head and sighed, "You guys are something else. If you don't argue about Quidditch or bloodlines, it has to be sex, doesn't it?"
"I have no qualms over sex." Draco said, "It's the fact that Potter can't admit defeat…"
"Oh shut up."
"… He's not used to losing. Always used to getting his way."
"Kettle, black, Malfoy."
"He's been too spoilt by Dumbledore to even consider…"
Harry smacked Draco across the shoulder, "If you don't shut up…"
They got into a little tiff, rolling around the bed, clawing at one another. Blaise shook his head and again, walking back to his bed. "They're so in love."
Colin smiled from underneath the covers, "I can see that."
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Breakfast smelt heavenly to Harry as he sat down between his two friends. He immediately dug into his pancakes drenched in syrup. Ron and Hermione gave him sideway glances, sweat-dropping when they noticed how wide Harry's grin was.
"So, where've you been, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry swallowed a thick piece of pancake, licked his lips, and then gulped down some milk. He hiccupped a little before answering her.
"I was with Draco."
"Oh, of course." Ron said, "And did you have fun last night?"
Harry's grin went wider. It startled most of the guys there at the table.
"Oh, hell yeah."
"Spare us the detail, please." Ron said, looking sick as he understood what Harry meant.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table, and wasn't surprised to see Draco staring back. It didn't take long for Draco to smile, and Harry smiled back. He watched as Millicent brought her head closer to Draco to whisper something, and Draco's head nodded. Must have been telling them about last night. That was all right with Harry. He didn't care. He hiccupped again, and then drank more milk.
The owl post came, and Harry was suddenly staring into a pair of amber eyes, framed by white feathers.
"OH! Hey, there, Hedwig!"
Hedwig hooted softly as she landed on Harry's shoulder. Harry reached up and untied the letter that was attached to her leg. He opened the seal, and then read it. His eyebrow rose in confusion and it stayed up as he turned the letter sideways, and then upside down, as if he figured that would help.
"What's it say, Harry?" Ron asked. Harry had everyone's attention, even though he never meant to ask for it.
"Er… it just says 'The Dragons is coming.'"
"What??" Neville shrieked. He leapt from his spot.
"Yeah. That's it."
"THE… THE DRAGONS IS COMING?? OH, WE ARE ALL IN DANGER!" Neville shrieked, suddenly forgetting that he was supposed to be acting more assertive. He ran right out of the Great Hall, shouting, "THE DRAGONS IS COMING! THE DRAGONS IS COMING!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean and Seamus blinked. Harry looked down at the letter again, swearing that he should recognize that handwriting.
"Shouldn't it be, 'The Dragons ARE coming'?" Hermione said.
At the Slytherin table, Draco was amused as hell when he watched Longbottom lose it and scream out of the Great Hall like a pansy. There was no way that Ginny Weasley would look at Neville as a bold person again. He was correct in assuming it, when he looked over at Ginny and saw her shaking her head in dismay. Draco sighed, and figured he'd probably have to have a talk with Longbottom, even though he didn't want to. Like it or not, Longbottom WAS a pureblood, and he was disgracing the title too much as it was.
Draco raised a brow, finally catching on to what Longbottom was shrieking as he left the Hall.
"Shouldn't that be 'The Dragons ARE coming'?"
Millicent grunted something off to his left, and he looked over to see her stuffing her face with as much food as she could. Her plate was just filled with pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, and all kinds of rich foods, and it was all drowning in syrup.
"You're a pig!" Draco said, disgusted.
"Oink, oink, oink." Millicent said. "I like this game. What am I now?"
"Disgusting." Draco frowned, "Where are your manners?"
"I gave them the day off," she said easily. Smiling, she resumed eating.
He looked over at Pansy, wondering what she thought of her girlfriends' manners, but Pansy was busy stuffing her own face. Draco's face twitched as a sweatdrop slid down his face. They weren't together for that long that they'd have to start acting like each other, were they?
Blaise was staring off into space. At least that was what it looked like to Draco. He waved a hand in front of Blaise's face, and Blaise snapped out of it.
"Yes, Draco?"
"Are you all right?"
Blaise smiled, "Fine. Just watching my boyfriend. Isn't that what you were doing earlier?"
Draco's cheeks went pink. "Well, I was just paying attention to him when he got that owl post."
"Sure you were." Blaise said. They both automatically looked over at Harry, who was stroking the downy feathers on Hedwig. "Don't you just wish that he was petting you like that right now? That his hands and fingers were touching your skin softly, and caressing your face lovingly…"
Draco stared at his plate, face going redder with each word Blaise said. "Shush."
Blaise grinned, "You know I'm right. Don't deny it, Drake."
"Oh, like you haven't been wishing the same thing with Creevey?" Draco said, nodding his head toward Colin.
Colin looked like he was making love to his fork as he sucked off every bit of syrup. Blaise blushed hard.
"Er… well, yeah…" Blaise quickly got over his embarrassment, looking over at Draco, "That's one lucky fork, isn't it?"
"Ha. As if." Draco eyed Harry, who was feeding Hedwig a bit of toast. "Lucky owl is more like it."
Hedwig spread her wings and took off for the owlry. Draco turned his gaze back to Harry. Ron had tapped him on the shoulder, whispered something in his ear, and then suddenly Harry's gaze was on him. Draco felt a blush coming on, and Harry blushed as well. Ron must have caught him staring at Harry and told Harry that.
Harry waved, grinning like an idiot, and Draco lifted a hand back and waved a couple fingers. Harry ducked his head in embarrassment, and it made Draco chuckle. The last time he saw Harry blush this much was last night when he took him, legs locked tightly around his thighs. Draco felt his whole body heat up at the very thought of last night.
Suddenly there was a hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling all right, Drakie?"
"I'm fine, Pansy," he said, growling as he swatted the offending hand away.
Pansy sat back down, "You're burning up."
"He was just staring at his sweetheart. Weren't you, Draco?" Blaise ribbed him.
"Shush."
Blaise laughed, and then proceeded to continue eating. Suddenly he sat up straight and said, "Er… didn't Longbottom mean 'The Dragons ARE coming'?"
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Today was the day, Draco thought. It was the day that Ron Weasley ended his pact with him. Weasley had asked to end their deal, and Draco was a man of his word. All he had to do was come up with a suitable amusing act for Weasley to do before it was over with, and owl him the details. He wanted Weasley to do something in front of everyone, like during lunch or dinner, and Draco was determined to think up something before then.
It was History of Magic now, and the Gryffindors were almost half asleep from the droning of Professor Binns. Hermione seemed to be the only attentive student in the whole class, scribbling down notes in a feathery fury, quill going about 100 mph. Harry sighed, head and eyelids drooping as he tried not to nod off. Ron was next to him, head down, not fighting the sandman.
"What a boring class." Ron yawned.
"You can say that again." Harry sighed.
"Say what again?" Ron mumbled.
"'What a boring class,'"
"You can say that again."
"Shh!" Hermione said, and then continued to take notes.
Ron grumbled something incoherent, and Harry nodded in agreement, having a feeling he knew what Ron said.
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"I've got it!" Draco suddenly said.
All the Slytherins in Greenhouse five blinked at their future leader's sudden outburst.
"Er, what?" Blaise dared to ask.
"The perfect humiliation for Weasley to endure for the big finale!" Draco rubbed his hands in evil glee.
"Cool." Blaise said, smiling, "But what's with the evil grin?"
"Copyright."
"Oh."
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"Are you two ever going to go on that double date?" Pansy asked. She was sitting crossed legged on the couch when Draco walked by. He had a piece of parchment in his hand, folded and ready to send to Ron.
"I don't know." Draco answered truthfully, "I'm hoping we don't. It's too girly."
Pansy giggled at that. "Oh, straight couples go on double dates almost all the time."
"I know," Draco said, "But I'm not straight."
"But, girls like it. And since you're gay…"
"Shush."
"But, Drakie!!" Pansy whined.
"DON'T call me that!" Draco huffed, storming out of the common room.
"Maybe I should have talked to him?"
"Oh, be quiet, Millie." Pansy frowned.
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Draco reached the owlry without any other distraction and whistled for his owl. The giant eagle owl landed on Draco's arm with a grace of a Malfoy. Draco smiled, pet the downy feathers on his owl for a bit, thinking, 'See, Potter? I can be nice to my owl too.' And then he tied the note to his owl's leg.
"Take this to Ron Weasley." He said, making sure his owl knew just which Weasley he was referring to. Draco hated to admit it, but he knew that soon he'd have to call Weasley by his first name- although he didn't want to, and he was sure that Weasley would never call him by his first name anyway. He would have to talk to Harry about it later, he supposed.
Draco's owl raised its massive wings, flapping them a few times, and then took off into the sky. He watched his eagle owl fly toward the Gryffindor Tower until he could no longer see it. He placed his mitten-covered hands into the pockets of his winter robes and walked back out to the crisp air. Autumn was almost over.
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Harry and Ron were in the dorm, poring over textbooks for their upcoming test in Potions when there came a tapping at the window. They looked up, and the moment Harry's eyes fell on the eagle owl, he let out a small squeak.
"Oh! It's Draco's owl!" Harry beamed, "I bet it's for me." He got up and went over to open the window. The eagle owl swooped in gracefully, and then landed next to Ron.
"Huh?" Ron blinked. The eagle owl stretched its leg out for Ron to take the note. Ron, confused like Harry was, took the note. The eagle owl hooted irritably before flying off. "It's for me…"
"Is it from Draco?"
"I think so." Ron said, turning the note over in his hands.
"Why do YOU get a letter from him?" Harry sulked, "What about me??"
Ron hid a smile as he opened the letter, "Let's see what that great git has to say. If he's asking me permission for your hand in marriage, then the answer is no."
"RON!" Harry gasped. "That's not very nice!"
"Neither is trying to get married without my blessing."
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew his friend was kidding, but it still hurt to hear him say things like that. "Just read it, already."
"Er…" Ron swallowed, "It's the last thing I have to do before our pact is over with."
"What?" Harry moved closer, "What did he say? What do you have to do?"
Ron moved the letter away from Harry's wide and curious eyes, "I… I can't let you know, Harry. Malfoy says that he wants it to be a secret until I actually do it. I'm sorry."
"But I'm your best friend, Ron!" Harry sighed, "Please? I'm sure he won't mind it if I knew."
Ron blushed, "I… I don't want anyone to know, actually. It's pretty embarrassing. I… I want to do it, to stop this foolishness, but… oh Gods, what have I gotten myself into?"
"Well, we did tell you that you'd regret agreeing to such a silly deal with him, and we were right, weren't we?"
"Harry…"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Shush."
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Neville's face peered fearfully around the portrait hole as he entered the Gryffindor common room. When he noticed that only Hermione was sitting at the table, he let out a relieved sigh, and then quietly walked in.
Hermione heard his sigh and looked over, "Oh, hello, Neville."
Neville jumped slightly, "Oh. Hello, Hermione."
"Are you ok? You seem sort of… well, jumpy. Is that letter from this morning still bothering you?"
"Er… a little. It's mainly… er…"
"Yes?" Hermione urged.
Neville looked around the common room in embarrassment, "Have you seen Ginny around?"
"Why, yes I have. She was in here a few minutes ago, to ask me some questions, and then she went up to her dorm. Why? I thought you were trying to act more aggressive."
Neville frowned. "I'm trying to, but… it's so hard, Hermione! I don't think I can be who Ginny wants me to be. It's just… it's hopeless."
"Now, don't say that, Neville. It's not hopeless. Not completely." She twirled her quill in her fingers, "Now, take Ron for example. HE is a hopeless case. No matter what I do or say, he just won't take a hint. It's like I almost have to walk up to him naked to get his attention."
Neville went red. "Er… I don't want to do that."
"No, I don't either. But sometimes getting someone's attention can take a lot of work." She chewed on the end of her quill for a bit. "Have you even considered to actually TELLING her how you feel?"
"What??" Neville gaped, "Are you nutters, Hermione?? She'll just—she'll laugh at me! There's no way… It'd be so humiliating! I can't…"
Hermione sighed heavily, "Neville, I can't believe you. Are you a Gryffindor or not?"
"Well, of course I am, but…"
"Then where's your Gryffindor bravery? Why don't you take Malfoy's advice, be a bit more assertive, and march right up to Ginny and tell her your feelings?"
Neville's eyes widened in shock, "You—you actually want me to do as Malfoy asks? You think that Malfoy's right?"
"Well, he's not right about many things, but I think he's on to something this time. Just get her alone, and talk to her… see what she says. Since we all know that there's no way for her to get Harry, you're sure to get her attention now. It doesn't hurt to try."
"But, but what if…"
"No more 'what ifs', Neville. Just do it." Hermione put her quill back to her parchment.
"Well, what about you then?" Neville dared to ask, "What about you and Ron? Why don't you tell Ron how you feel?"
Hermione set her quill down, "Neville… it is not your place…"
"Oh? But you can tell ME how to snag Ginny?"
Hermione ducked her head, but a small smile was playing on her lips, "There's that courage, Neville. Now if you just hold onto that, I'll bet you'd have a good chance."
They eyed each other for a bit, and then Neville smiled slightly.
"You're right, Hermione. I'm going to ask her. I'll do it tonight after dinner."
"Good for you, Neville."
"But you have to do that same with Ron."
Hermione blinked in astonishment. She blushed a bit and then nodded, "Fair enough. We both tell our crushes how we feel."
After lunch, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had Care of Magical Creatures. Draco wasn't really looking forward to it, and Harry understood, so they were the last to walk out of the castle and make their way toward Hagrid's hut. When the rest of the class was far enough ahead of them, Draco took hold of Harry's hand and squeezed it. Harry squeezed back, feeling his face go hot.
"So, did Weasley faint when he read my letter?"
"No, not really." Harry said, frowning a little. "He won't tell me what you wrote."
"Good. He's not supposed to."
"Why can't I know? I'm your boyfriend, and he's my best friend…"
"Yeah, and then Granger would want to know… and then Weasley's little sister would… and then Longbottom… and then Finnigan cause he's feeling left out… and then his boyfriend, Thomas, and then…"
"Ok, ok! I get it now."
Draco snickered and then laid his head on Harry's shoulder. "Trust me… you'll be glad you don't know, otherwise the teachers would be blaming you for not telling when you knew, and it'll be on your head as well."
"How come that doesn't make me feel any better?" Harry said. "You're not planning anything too horrible for Ron, are you?"
"No, Harry." Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry on the cheek, "I don't think it's too horrible, otherwise Ron wouldn't do it."
"Yeah, you're right. He would have raise quite a fit and…" Harry stopped, making Draco stop, "You… you just called him Ron."
"Yeah, so?" Draco smirked, trying to look indifferent. "Isn't that what you want me to do?"
"Call him by his first name? Well, it's up to him, really. He probably won't call you by your first name."
"Oh well." Draco shrugged. "It would be fun to watch his astonishment though, wouldn't it?"
Harry snickered. They kissed again before continuing their way toward Hagrid's hut. As they got nearer, they saw Ron jogging up to them, looking anxious. They stopped, hands still together, perplexed.
"Harry!" Ron cried, "Harry, the Winged Horses is missing!"
Harry's brows rose. "Shouldn't that be: 'The Winged Horses ARE missing'? Because 'horses' is plural so…"
"Oh, sure! The pegasuses have been stolen and you're teaching grammar!"
"No more winged horses?" Draco smiled, "Oh, happy days!"
"Draco…" Harry warned.
They trotted down to the rest of the class. Most were looking sad, and Lavender was in tears.
"Those poor babies!" she cried, "Oh, I bet they're just terrified!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up to Hagrid right away.
"Hagrid, what happened?" Harry asked.
Hagrid—big, burly, half-giant of a man—was sobbing, his beard getting soaked. It was almost as bad as when Hagrid was crying over Buckbeak in their third year.
"They're gone!" he wailed, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I don't know what happened to them… if they've been stolen, or if someone just set them loose." He hiccupped, big tears rolling down his face. "They… they were here a few hours ago! My last class got to do the assignment and all, and now they're not here fer your assignment, Harry, and… I feel so awful! I'm so sorry!!"
If it wasn't for Harry's quick thinking, Hagrid would have tried to lean against him, and his heaviness would have made him fall over. Hagrid understood why Harry moved, so he leaned back against a tree, making it creek and groan.
"What am I ter do?" he sniffed.
"Er…" Harry said. He had no clue what they should do. He looked to his friends and Draco, and they looked a bit lost as well. Harry was sure, though, that Draco was putting on a pretend look of concern, when he was actually happy that those Winged Horses were gone.
"We'll help you look for them, Hagrid." Hermione finally spoke up.
"We will?" Harry said.
"Sure!" she said, "It couldbe part of the assignment."
"Oh, would you?" Hagrid gave her a wet smile, "Would you really?"
"Sure we will." Hermione said, "Won't we, Harry?"
"Er… yeah. We'll help."
"Definitely." Ron said.
"Thank you." Hagrid said, and then blew his nose into a big handkerchief.
Draco sighed, "Well, I suppose you three got things covered, so…" he turned to leave, but Harry grabbed onto his cloak.
"Come on, Draco… you're helping, too."
"What?? Why me??"
"Don't you want some extra credit?" Hermione asked.
"I don't care about those stupid horses." Draco pouted, "That one almost got me killed, so forget it!"
Harry took a hold of Draco's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Draco, do you really want to fail this class? Don't you want to get some kind of good grade? If you help Hagrid and us find those Winged Horses, then I'm sure that not only would your grade go up, but also you'd earn points. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Draco looked forlorn, thinking it over.
"Besides," Harry continued, "I want you with me."
Most of the class awed at this, getting Harry to blush.
"Yeah, but… but…" Draco pouted, "Awww, Harry! This isn't fair!"
Blaise rapped Draco on the back, "Suck it up, buddy. This is the kind of stuff you're going to have to live with for the rest of your life if you're staying with Potter."
Draco's mouth opened and closed a few times before squeaking out, "Why don't all of the Gryffindors do it? I'm a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake! I'm not that brave!"
"Malfoy," Ron sighed, "We're just looking for the Winged Horses. It's not like we'd have to ride them."
"That's what you think!" Draco huffed, pointing a finger at the redhead. "The minute we find those damned beasts, Hagrid will tell us to get on them and ride them back here!"
"Hmm… two on each Pegasus… that sounds rather fun to me, actually."
"I'll bet falling to your death does too, Pots." Draco sneered. "I'm not going," he folded his arms, defiantly, "I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not…"
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Pouting like he had never pouted before, Draco trudged behind the Gryffindor trio in the Forbidden Forest, which was the first place they decided to search.
"I hate this." Draco grumbled, "I hate this, I hate this class, I hate the cold, I hate this forest, and I hate you," he glared heatedly at his boyfriend. "I hope you're happy, Potter. Before we even find the damn horses from hell you'll have yourself a froze boyfriend to cuddle with tonight."
"You complain too much." Ron said. Hermione walked closer to Ron, and Ron, finally taking some kind of hint, put his arms around her shoulders and rubbed at her arm.
"I'm cold!" Draco frowned, rubbing at his face with his mitten hands.
Harry rolled his eyes and got closer to Draco, "You have a funny way of asking me for help, you know that?"
"What? I didn't ask you for shit, Pots." Draco protested, but when Harry put his arms around Draco, and his winter robe as well, Draco smiled a bit and snuggled into Harry's body. He finally began to heat up.
"Slytherins." Harry said, sighing.
"So, have any ideas in that fuzzy head of yours, Granger?"
"Maybe," she said.
"What do you mean, maybe? You better have had an idea when you told Hagrid that we'd help find those retched horses!" He hid his face more into the side of Harry's body. "My legs are cold… and I'm getting hungry. I bet we're going to miss dinner. Damn it, I had plans to seeing Weasley make a fool out of himself too. Damn, stupid horses and their stupid idea of running off. Stupid, stupid, stupid…"
"Well," Hermione said, "At least we can scratch Malfoy off the list of possible suspects now."
"And just what is that supposed to mean, Miss Textbook?"
"That I thought maybe since you didn't like the Winged Horses that you'd do something to set them free before our lesson."
"Yeah, right!" Draco huffed, "As if I'd go anywhere NEAR those cursed creatures! Besides, I was busy with my sweet, and fuckable boyfriend at the time."
"T.M.I., MALFOY!" Ron yelled.
"T.M.I?"
"Too Much Information." Harry said.
Draco stuck his tongue out.
They continued to walk and walk and walk, until they got close to where the giant spiders reside. Ron stopped, and so did Hermione. Harry and Draco stopped next to them, and Harry knew why Ron stopped.
"Ron?" Hermione said, looking up at him from under his robe.
"I think we should search some other place now…" Ron shuddered.
"About time you came to your senses, Weasley." Draco said. "Let's leave it up to the professionals. As in, Hagrid and the other teachers, shall we?"
Just as Harry was about to say something to both Draco and Ron, there was a sudden roar.
All four heads slowly look up, and four pairs of eyes grow at the sight above them.
Dragons. Three of them. And one looked like a Hungarian Horntail.
"THE DRAGONS IS HERE!" Ron screamed.
"Are here!"
"Whatever!!" Ron cried. He grabbed Hermione's hand, and Harry grabbed Draco's as they bolted toward Hogwarts.
TBC