Makalani Astral – yeah, too soon for Harry, not soon enough for Draco! Lol. Poor Draco. I feel sorry for him… he should have picked Blaise; his life would be much easier! I will write more asap, only I'm up to my eyebrows in coursework at the moment… half term is soon, hopefully I'll get time for more writing then…
Yana5 – Draco was all 'can't it wait till morning' kinda grumpy with Harry, and he pissed off the gorgeous Gryffindor, unfortunately. If you read the 1st paragraph from Harry's POV after the song, you'll understand. The next chapter is out when I write it! Glad you still like it, even with the wait…
Tasan15 – you're new! *grins in happiness at new reviewer* glad you love it! The cedilla thing? Oh, you mean é? Go to Insert, then Symbols, and it's in there. At least, I think that's what you mean. Harry wasn't being too much of a prat, it was just a little too quick for him, and then Draco was a bit of a basterd. Lol. I'll make them sweeter this chapter… Attack of the Narcissa!
Driven to Insanity – I'm writing! Thanks, I'm trying to make it as original as poss!
cRazy-GIrl-3000 – I won't forget you! Promise! Yeah, Dray can look good in anything, and I thought punk would be good, what with the rep we have for hating parents! Plus, I can just seem him looking so sexy in leather! Thanks for the sympathy over the exams!
Insanechildfanfic – thank you!
Benjis VIP – thank you! I'm glad you like it. I have tried to make it as original as possible!
Karenelaine – wow! That's given me a great idea! Hey, you ever think of becoming a muse? Seriously, thanks, I owe you. Now…. How can I make that happen… *goes off muttering*
Bonnie4 – thanks!
Relle – woah! Long… thanks! That has to be the best review I've had for a while… As for English, well, I'm currently on A*, so I guess all the writing must be paying off! Or maybe it's just a case of having a great English teacher you can actually talk to, who lets you watch movies all the time. (media is such a great subject) Anyhow, thanks again! I'll defiantly use that prank… lol. You know, you have to be one of the nicest reviewers, saying that the punk thing was your problem, not mine. Most people would have stuck with 'I don't like punk, but I guess it works here'. Goddess, this reply is getting as long as your review! Guess I'd better sign off. I don't remember your name, I read so many fics… I'll have to go check now!
Jerrica – I didn't mean it like that! Goddess, you've got a dirtier mind than me, and I didn't think that was possible! (ok… everyone's gonna try to prove me wrong there, aren't you? Ah, well…) No, I didn't mean it like that, but now you mention it… lol.
Enter… Snape! Sorry, I left him out before, he kinda slipped my mind…
The next day was a Sunday, and most students were having a lie in, which was probably a blessing, Harry thought wryly, judging by the reaction of the school on Friday. They managed to eat in the Hall, both sitting at the Gryffindor table and disregarding what rules there were about that, without too much trouble. Pansy Parkinson was the only Slytherin awake, and although there were a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, they mostly ignored the pair.
The duo didn't notice the brown haired witch standing at the side of the hall. Hermione pointed her wand at Harry, and muttered a charm. Harry took on a faint gold glow for a second, not bright enough to be noticeable to anyone who was not searching for it. Hermione frowned; Harry was not under a spell or enchantment. Looking over at the blond witch at the Slytherin table, she shook her head. Parkinson shrugged, and chewed on another forkful of baked beans. That exchange over, Hermione left the hall. She'd better wake Ron, or he would sleep until noon.
After breakfast, Harry and Draco headed to Dumbledore's office to talk with him; they were worried about what Narcissa might do. Once they got to the gargoyle, Harry asked a portrait of a centaur to go up and tell Dumbledore that they wanted to see him.
Draco was gripping Harry's hand tightly, looking at him all the time to reassure himself that the Gryffindor was there. Harry, noticing this, pulled him into a warm hug.
"It'll be ok," he murmured in Draco's ear. "I'm here."
Draco pressed a soft kiss to Harry's cheek, and then turned back to the Gargoyle. "Thanks. Merlin, this fellow is ugly."
"Yeah, I always wondered why he picked that one. It always reminded me of Parkinson."
"Well, the resemblance is striking…" Draco joked.
The Gargoyle sprang aside, revealing the familiar winding staircase. Harry had always wondered how many people knew that it was based on a muggle escalator. They walked up, making the top in half the time it took normally. Draco pulled Harry in for a kiss before they entered, not sure how long they were going to be in there for.
Dumbledore was seated at his desk, silver hair spilling over maroon robes. Harry smiled as he imagined Ron's reaction to the colour. "Good morning, Sir," he said politely.
"Good morning, please take a seat. Are things… well… between you?"
"Fine, thanks. Its about the shopping trip yesterday…"
"Hmmm?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the pair over his half moon glasses.
"AS we said yesterday, we met Narcissa Malfoy."
"Ah. How did it go exactly? You were too tired last night. I gather from the fact that you are both alive and unharmed that it was not too bad?"
"Mother wasn't very happy; I sort of blew her off a bit," Draco said dully. "I had to get Harry out of there. I had to."
"Its alright, Draco, I understand," Dumbledore said soothingly. Draco was gripping Harry's hand tightly, and the Gryffindor could feel him shaking.
Harry… Came his telepathical voice, I need you. I need you now!
Harry shot a glance at Dumbledore, who winked at him, before turning his attention to the window and humming loudly. Taking that as permission, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco and kissed him gently.
However, Draco had other ideas. Harry's gasp of surprise was muffled when Draco's tongue stabbed urgently into his mouth, his groan when Draco's hand slid under his robes likewise muffled by urgent lips. Draco traced his fingers along Harry's flat stomach, feeling the firm muscles shiver at the delicate touch. He wanted, needed, Harry to respond to him, and whimpered when the Gryffindor pulled away.
"Sir?" Harry asked, breathing quickly. "I think we need some time alone."
"You can go into the back room. I want you back out when Draco is stable again, not before, or Poppy will have my head on a plate."
"Ok, Sir. Thank you," Harry said, tugging Draco to his feet and yanking the blond into the back room. Before he had even closed the door properly – luckily it shut by itself – he found himself being shoved backwards onto a sofa and a slim body wriggling delightfully on top of his. Draco's lips found his own, and the passionate kiss was resumed where it had been left off.
The next thing Harry knew, his robes were being pushed off his shoulders and deft fingers were unbuttoning his shirt. Then Draco's mouth left his and a wet tongue swirled around his nipple, catching on the charm and swinging it round too. The sensation shot through the ebon-haired Gryffindor, making him clutch at the blond, digging his nails into Draco's back.
~Fuck, yes~
Draco raised his head, the sound breaking through his frenzied subconscious. Now he had Harry half naked under him, the veela in him was a lot calmer; it was where his mate was supposed to be, after all. "Did you just swear in parseltongue?" he asked, gazing into Harry's lust-darkened green eyes.
Harry blushed. "Yes."
"What did you say?" Draco asked, curious.
"Um, Fuck, yes, pretty much. Are you ok now?"
"Should be. Um…."
"What? If you aren't, well, Dumbledore said don't come out 'till you are."
"Um… can you sit in my lap or something when we're in there? That'll help."
"Uh, ok."
They disentangled themselves, and got to their feet. As they were about to open the door, Dumbledore poked his head round. His blue eyes looked very serious and he looked at them sternly.
"On your lives, stay in here; I have just been informed that Narcissa is at the gargoyle. You can talk, this room has silencing charms on it, but do not go near the door, or the window. I don't know how long this will take. If the worst comes to the worst, there are chocolate éclairs in the cupboard."
With that said, he closed the door, and they could hear him humming again. After listening for a minute, Harry grinned.
"He's humming Blink 182, Online Songs."
"Huh?" Draco asked, digging his played out of his pocket. Blink 182, online songs."
Josie, you're my, source of most frustration
Forget, when I, don't meet expectations
Everything you wished came true
In the end we all blamed you
Even though as they all know you weren't the only one two three four
Why do you still keep it around when you know it brings me down
I'm hating everything
And I know that you dated other guys but it got to wonder why you'd leave it out for me
Why am I still hanging around when I know it brings me down
I'm hating everything
And you are getting rides home in his car you're making out in his front yard
I'm hating everything
Please don't remind me
Put you're past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that it would end
Am I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend
"Dumbledore??" Draco asked incredulously.
"Apparently so. Are you ok now?"
"I could do with another kiss."
"Ok," Harry said, stepping forward and kissing him.
"Harry, did you know that gullible's been taken out of the dictionary?" Draco deadpanned.
"Hey!" Harry grinned. Charging at the smirking Slytherin, he pushed the blond backwards onto the sofa, falling on top of him and pinning him. "Take that back!"
"Make me!"
Harry grinned. Slytherins weren't the only house able to be sneaky. "I think we have been in this position before…" he murmured seductively, leaning forward and letting his breath ghost over Draco's cheek and feeling the answering tremble from the blond. "Take it back…"
"No," Draco gasped, twisting under him.
"Take it back, Malfoy…"
The use of his surname, spoken in such a seductive manner, shot straight to Draco's groin. "I take back everything, only touch me now!" he practically screamed.
Harry grinned. "Your wish is my command."
Swift fingers unbuttoned Draco's shirt, pulling the fabric aside to reveal Draco's smooth chest. Keeping Draco's legs pinned with his own, and holding both of his wrists over his head, Harry bent his head and kissed Draco's nipple gently, before taking it between his teeth and biting down gently, before soothing the small hurt with his tongue, and then blowing on the tight bud. He then moved and bestowed the same treatment on the other nipple. Next he kissed and licked his way to Draco's navel, swirling his tongue around inside it before making his way back up again.
"Harry, please?"
"What?" the Gryffindor asked, raising his head.
"Release my wrists, let me touch you."
Harry smirked. "Ah, but I thought you begged me to touch you. I am merely doing what I was asked to do."
"But…"
"No buts. You're shaky, you need this. And besides, I'm enjoying myself," Harry admitted, tracing a line of kisses up Draco's jaw.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, if you're really ok with this…"
"I am."
"I've been shaky since last night, and I'm sorry, but I think the only cure this time is going to be… well, you know."
Harry stopped his kisses, and looked into Draco's worried silver eyes. He smiled reassuringly. "I know. And I'm willing. I've been doing some thinking since last night. Now, hush your talking; I want to hear you moaning."
Just to be annoying, I'm not posting the lemony bit on ff.net. when I write it, it can be found at www.darkside.freeuk.com, in the fanfiction section. Mwahahaha! Actually, I don't want this story banned or anything, so I'm not risking any complaints.
Dumbledore was seated at his desk when his door was slammed open dramatically, and a tall figure swathed in a luxurious red velvet robe walked seductively into the room.
"Dumbledore, where is my son?" Narcissa Malfoy drawled.
"In bed, I imagine," Dumbledore said reasonably. "Sunday is a lovely day to have a lie-in, after all. Peppermint?"
"No, thank you. Draco is not in his dormitory; I saw Vincent and Gregory on the way up here. They said that they haven't seen Draco in the dorm for a few days, and when he came to a meal on Friday, he left in the company of Potter. Would this Potter be Harry Potter?"
"There is only one Potter in Hogwarts at the moment."
"I insist on having an explanation," Narcissa said, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, it appears that your son has come into his inheritance. The Veela gene that he inherited from you has awoken, and he has chosen a mate."
"Ah," Narcissa drawled. "And who is that mate?"
"Why, it appears to be Harry Potter."
"Potter?! My son is mated to the despicable Boy-Who-Lived?" Narcissa shrieked. The glass in the windows trembled, and many of the portraits of old headmasters on Dumbledore's walls looked uncomfortable.
"May I remind you, Mrs. Malfoy, that you can do nothing. It is Draco's will, and he will attack if you try to harm his mate," Dumbledore stated calmly.
"I know more than you about Veela!" Narcissa screeched. "And there are ways and means, you old coot! Draco is my heir, and therefore answers to me, and me alone!"
"Ah, actually, Mrs. Malfoy, while he is on school premises he is under my charge, and he has rights of his own, of course."
Narcissa snorted, and tossed her white-blond hair. "We shall see," was all she said as she swept out of the room.
Dumbledore looked after her, blue eyes twinkling. "Ah, we shall see indeed."
The old headmaster next regarded the door. "I think I shall avoid that room for the next half hour, judging by the look in Master Malfoy's eyes before he was dragged in," he mumbled to himself, leaning back in his chair and sucking on a peppermint.
A good half hour later, he knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, then opened it to see two flushed and ruffled boys sitting holding hands on the sofa. Blue eyes twinkling, he smiled at them.
"I trust the wait was not too long?"
"Oh no, not at all, Sir," Harry replied quickly, blushing.
"Good. Now, as Draco demonstrated earlier, he can no longer hold on well without you, and you would be a disruptable influence in any class. Therefore, I am going to take you out of lessons. Instead, teachers will come to your rooms during their free periods, and the rest of the time you will also stay there."
"What about meals?" Harry asked.
"Meals will be sent up, unless you feel that you are able to cope with the hall. Draco, you may sit at the Gryffindor table, and Harry, I have managed to… persuade… Professor Snape to let you sit at the Slytherin table, so you have free choice. Now, back to your rooms, please. Professor Snape will be coming this morning to teach you potions. I will have the house elves set up a miniature lab in the study. Now, off you go!"
The unlikely pair grinned at each other, and dashed out of the study, hand in hand.
Narcissa Malfoy was annoyed. She strode down the corridors of Hogwarts looking neither right nor left, students scattering out of her way. Apart from one, who stepped in her path. Narcissa screeched to a halt and glared at the impudent young wizard who had dared to inconvenience her.
"Mrs. Malfoy?" the blond asked. Narcissa blinked in recognition.
"Pansy Parkinson?"
"Yes. Madam, if it's not too much trouble, I would like to speak with you."
Narcissa looked at the girl calculatingly. She didn't shift under the glare… interesting… "All right. Where do you wish to talk?"
"Follow me, please."
The older woman followed the student down a corridor and into an empty classroom. "All right, what is this about?" Narcissa asked as soon as Pansy closed the door.
"Draco Malfoy, who else?"
"And what exactly about my son?"
"His current relationship with Mr. Potter. A… colleague… and myself, have managed to discover that it does indeed seem to be a genuine bond, that is, Potter is not under an enchantment, and being who he is, it is therefore unlikely that he had coerced Draco into the relationship. Indeed,
Potter seems the less comfortable of the two."
"That would make sense, if it is indeed the veela bond."
Narcissa was shifting slightly, and often seemed distant, focused on something else. "Mrs. Malfoy? Is anything wrong?" Pansy asked.
Narcissa shook her head. "No, I am just missing my mate. No matter, I can hold out for now, and I will be with her soon. What exactly do you hope to accomplish?"
"The breaking of the bond, somehow, in a way which will not involve Draco's death."
"Is there such a way?"
"I was hoping you could tell me."
"Hm. I will look in the Library at Malfoy mansion. You can carry on here."
Narcissa swept out of the room, leaving behind an impression of beauty and a scent of expensive perfume. Pansy took a deep breath, and slumped slightly. After waiting until she was sure that Narcissa was out of sight, she slipped from the empty classroom and headed back to the dungeons.
After getting past Sir Cadogan – "I know I forgot to ask Dumbledore something!" Harry groaned – they sprawled on the sofa with their potions books and lazily read up what they had been scheduled to do next lesson.
Harry lay with his head in Draco's lap and his feet up on the armrest of the sofa. Draco was stroking his hair, playing with the messy locks, and he found it surprisingly soothing.
"Arrowroot, unicorn blood, ground ginger, doxy droppings??" Draco read aloud. "Aren't they illegal?"
"Class C non-tradable substance," Harry said absently.
"How do you know that?"
"Fred and George."
"The Weasley twins?"
"Yeah. We were decontaminating-" Harry cut of what he was going to say. Revealing the secret headquarters of the Order to the son of Voldemort's right hand probably wasn't the best thing to do.
"Where?"
"Doesn't matter. No place important."
"It must be, otherwise you'd tell me."
Luckily for Harry, Professor Snape chose that moment to come though the door, in all his greasy, long nosed splendor. Draco jumped up with a smile. "Professor Snape!"
Surprisingly enough, Snape smiled back. "Draco." He turned to Harry, and frowned. "Potter."
"Sir, you have to be nice to Harry now. He's my mate. And I might just get very annoyed with you if you're rude to him," Draco admonished.
"All right, all right. Now, I trust you've been studying?" they nodded. "Good. Where has the lab been set up?"
"In the study," Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand, and walking towards it. "This way, Sir."
Sorry again for the wait! I've got my exams in 4 weeks, so I'm kinda panicking. Plus, I've been working on College Crush – an original story I'm hoping to get published some time (look out for it in the shops in about 10 years!). So, CiL kinda got pushed to the back. I am still carrying on with it tho! Please review, and don't be too mad at me!