… = parseltongue, italics = H&D talking telepathically.
"SNAP!! I win!" Harry crowed, collecting the cards into an untidy pile. He sent a wave of love and happiness towards Draco on their link, and the blond smiled back at him. They had discovered that so long as Harry did that, they did not actually need to touch; mind-to-mind was almost as satisfying as physical touch. They had tried it first when Harry had gone to the library, and it seemed to work just as well over short distances as it did over longer ones.
"Ok, ok, deal again," Blaise demanded. "I am determined to beat you, Potter!"
Harry was about halfway through dealing when the food arrived. The game was immediately abandoned by half the players.
Ron's eyes lit up at the sight of the roast beef, and Blaise's started to shine as brightly as the diamond in his eyebrow when he took in the number of roast potatoes. Harry and Draco found themselves giving each other identical exasperated looks.
"I take it we are not having another game, then. Bon appetite, Blaise."
"Merci."
Ron looked at Harry, his face a picture of bewilderment. "Huh?"
"French. Tuck in."
"Ok."
Once everyone had loaded their plates and taken the edge off of their hunger, the conversation started. Well, the spoken conversation. Harry and Draco had already been immersed in a mental dialogue consisting of feelings as well as 'words'. This way, they hoped to get through the meal without embarrassing Ron.
"Draco, ma chér, not to pry, but is there any particular reason you're topless?"
"Ah, well, Harry seemed to take offense at the fact that my shirt was ripped and covered in blood," Draco explained, with a quick glance at Ron.
"Why was it?" the red-head asked.
"Oh, um, someone annoyed me and triggered a transformation, of sorts. The change that ruined my shirt involved shoulder blades and wings."
Ron sat up, interested. "Why did you change?"
Draco looked pleadingly at Harry, who took the hint. "Ron," he said softly, "Ginny tried to rape me."
"What?!" Ron and Blaise exclaimed in unison. Ron's ears turned red and he slammed a fist on the table. "Why? How? When??" he demanded.
"Um, about an hour and a half ago. In a classroom near the library. She… it was odd. She seemed odd… I dunno. She's in the hospital wing, in shock, I expect. She has some nasty cuts across her cheeks."
"Cuts?" Blaise enquired.
"Nails, remember," Draco said, studying his. "Uh, Weasley, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to. In fact, I thought your sister was ok. I was glad when she was alive after the whole Chamber thing. I would never have hurt her voluntarily. Only, she was hurting Harry. It was instinct, more than anything."
Ron swallowed and closed his eyes. "Basterd."
Draco accepted the insult. He thought that he was getting off lightly. Harry opened his mouth to say something, closed it and took Draco's hand, rubbing the back soothingly with his thumb.
"I think I can forgive you," Ron continued. "Instinct… you can't really mess with that, can you? When will we know if she's ok?"
"We could go visit tomorrow, Ron," Harry suggested. Draco squeezed his hand under the table. "Uh, would you mind if Draco came?"
Ron opened one blue eye and peered at the nervous blond. "Ok," he said grudgingly. "If only to have you on hand to punch if she's permanently scarred. She is the only Weasley girl of this generation, you know. Just hope that Fred and George don't get wind of it."
"I hope they don't."
Harry finished his last potato and reached over to the roast potato dish to get another one. "Hoi, where did all the potatoes go?" he demanded. Blaise looked guilty.
"Sorry!"
This provided the distraction needed to break the tense atmosphere. Draco looked at Blaise gratefully, who winked at him and traced the flames tattooed around his wrist. The skull ring he always wore winked in the light of the candles. Or was it two rings? His vision was going blurry…
"Harry…" he muttered, bowing his head.
"What is it?" the Gryffindor asked, leaning down.
I need you
Now?
Yes!! Please? It's all fading…
A mental sigh. Ok.
"Uh, Blaise, Ron…?"
Blaise got the hint, and forcibly got Ron's attention, by pulling his hair. Harry used Ron's squawk of protest as a distraction, and kissed Draco full on the lips, sliding his tongue slowly into the blonds eager mouth, where the Slytherin caressed it with his own.
thankyougratitudeloveyousomuchstaywithyouforeverneverletmegoneverneverneverbetogetherforalleternitypleaseneverstopthisstaylikethisalways Draco sent Harry.
protectloveneedwantI'llalwaysbehereforyousobeautifulmyangellovesoulmatesbondedeventuallyneverletyougoneverwanttoletyougoprotectyouforevereternitybyyoursidebelieve Harry 'replied'.
Their kiss was broken by a screech from across the table. "HARRY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Ron exclaimed, his eyes as round as saucers.
"I told you not to look," Blaise said in a bored tone. "It's not my fault that you Gryffindorks never listen."
"I'm kissing my boyfriend. Got a problem with that?" Harry demanded. It was harsh, he knew, but he had been enjoying that kiss, and the sooner Ron knew about the way things were going to be, the better.
Ron did his infamous impression of a goldfish. Blaise was looking at the two of them with a wistful expression. Draco read the lust in his eyes, and winked. Blaise nodded. "Ok, I'll take Weasley here away and try to explain. There's a nice window seat at the end of the corridor; the snow on the sill should be enough to cool him down. Have fun!"
As the spiky haired Slytherin dragged the shell-shocked red-head out of the room, the two left breathed a sigh of relief and went upstairs to collapse on the bed. Harry pillowed his head on Draco's bare chest and closed his eyes as the blond played with his hair.
"Harry?" Draco murmured after a pause.
"Mmm?"
"You said I was your boyfriend."
"Well, aren't you? We aren't married or anything, but we appear to be living together and kissing on a regular basis. That says 'boyfriend' to me."
"I see what you mean."
"Hmm."
"Harry?"
"Uh?"
"Why did we have potions yesterday? It was Sunday."
"Dumbledore said it was 'cos we missed a week of school. Weren't you listening?"
"No."
"Silly. And it's Christmas next week, so we'll be on holiday then. Hopefully, with so many people gone, we'll be able to go wherever we want…"
"I hope so."
"Me too. This room is lovely, but it's beginning to get boring." Harry toed the silver/orange/pink/gold/blue hangings, making the colours shift in the sunset light. (A/N: in case you didn't get that, the hangings are reflecting the colours of the sunset through the window).
"Harry, I want to say thank you."
"For what?"
"Um, yesterday."
"Ah." Harry smiled up at his boyfriend, who was almost blushing. "I take it you want me to move then?"
Draco grinned and rolled them over, so that he was straddling Harry's slim hips. "You know, there are advantages to having such a large bed," he commented, before bending down and licking a slow swipe up Harry's neck. He pinned the raven haired teen's hands above his head, and slid the other down to work on his trouser fastenings as he did so.
Harry merely moaned as the blond's fingers slid the zip down agonizingly slowly over his growing erection.
Lemon cut out for Go to for the slash!
The first thing on the agenda for the next day – after breakfast of course – was transfiguration. Professor McGonagall, with her hands full of two horny teenagers who were very much in love and didn't need to whisper to talk to each other in class, was having a hard time of it.
"Merlin's Condoms, Draco! Will you watch where you're pointing your wand! You just got white gooey stuff all over my pants!" Harry exclaimed. McGonagall coughed, blushing faintly.
"Now boys, I don't think that that's called for in a lesson." Both Draco and Harry give her one of -those- looks.
"What are you on about, Professor?" Draco asked innocently.
"Yeah... Draco knocked over the yogurt, that you told us to transfigure our badgers into, all over me. He was a bit flamboyant with his wand I'm afraid..." Harry explained, waving the empty yogurt carton in the air.
McGonagall blushed even more "I knew that," she hastily amended. "Now, seeing as you seem to have, uh, mastered that lesson, I want you to transfigure the yogurt back into a badger. Um… I've never tried this with yogurt all over one person, but lets see how you do. At the very least it will save you having to clean the trousers."
Harry managed to successfully turn his pot of yogurt back into a young, bouncy, badger cub. Then Draco tried. Suddenly, Harry found that he had a lapful of snakes.
"Argh!" McGonagall screeched.
"It's ok!" Harry yelled. Hi, guys, would you mind awfully getting off of my lap? he hissed in parseltongue. Draco grinned.
"Now, Harry, I've heard of trouser snakes, but that's taking it a bit too far!"
Their teacher, meanwhile, had transformed into a cat and clawed her way up the curtains, where she perched on the rail, hissing.
What?
Why are we here?
I'm scared
Where is here? the snakes all hissed at once.
Don't worry, this is Hogwarts. I'm sure we'll be able to get you back to normal once the teacher is down from the curtain rail Harry hissed at them. He looked at Draco, exasperated. "Can't you get her down?"
Draco was staring at the Gryffindor with a glazed expression. "You… that… that sounds so sexy! Say something else?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I will later. Get the teacher down, we need to get these guys back to normal." Draco stared at him with his pest puppy-dog eyes, but his mate merely glared at him. With a sigh, he dragged his chair over to the window and began to try and coax McGonagall down. Harry, meanwhile, gathered the snakes onto the table and asked them politely to stay there. He was having an interesting conversation with one, when McGonagall tapped him on the shoulder.
"Um, shall I get rid of the things now?" she asked nervously.
"Ok, wait while I tell them…" We'll send you back now, ok?
Ok, nice talking to you! the longest snake – who seemed to be the spokes-snake hissed. Harry nodded to the teacher, who turned the pile of reptiles back into a badger cub. Her face was as white as a sheet, and Draco, who had called for Dobby, quietly ordered a mug of very chocolaty hot chocolate.
"I hate snakes," she explained, smiling apologetically at Harry. "My sister was bitten and we nearly lost her. I've never liked them since."
"Ah. Don't worry, they're gone now, and if you ever have trouble again, call me and I'll come sort it out for you. Most snakes are harmless so long as you leave them alone, you know," Harry told her, finding it a bit surreal to be giving advice to a teacher.
"The snake who bit her belonged to the Dark Lord."
"Nagini?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. "She's a beautiful animal, but so evil! My father used to tell me about her…" the blond sighed wistfully. "Back when we could still talk together." Harry slipped a supportive arm around his waist and held him close.
Harry?
Yes?
D'you think we could go ask Dumbledore if he could help my father somehow? He never wanted to be a part of this…
We can ask tomorrow, or maybe later today. It's near lunch now, and I don't think McGonagall is gonna be up to teaching us anymore- "Thanks, Dobby!" The hose elf handed him a silver tray with a plate of sandwiches, three slices of chocolate cake, a mug of hot chocolate and two bottles of butterbeer.
"Dobby must hurry and help with lunch now!" he squeaked.
"Ok, off you go, Dobbs," Draco said, smiling at him. Dobby bowed and vanished. Harry handed McGonagall the mug, and set the tray down on the table.
"Drink it, it will make you feel better. Dobby makes the best hot chocolate," he told her. She smiled faintly, and took a long sip.
"Hey, these sandwiches are tuna!" Draco exclaimed in delight, taking a big bite. Harry dived at the tray.
"Save some for me!"
As soon as the transfiguration teacher had left- so soon that Draco suspected the pair had been waiting in the corridor for her to leave – Blaise and Ron appeared. Harry greeted them while Draco dashed upstairs for their school robes. Flinging his over the torn jeans he had been wearing, he tossed the other down the stairs before going to the bathroom to brush his hair and check that his earring was straight.
"You're so vain," Harry said from behind him. Draco glared through the mirror at the grinning Gryffindor reflected.
"No, I just take some pride in my appearance, unlike some people I could mention. Don't tie your robe, I happen to like you in that green shirt."
Harry looked down at himself. "I'm not saying that I don't like expensive silk, it's just that I may be axe-murdered if I go walking around in Slytherin colours."
"You already do."
Harry stepped up behind the blond and slipped his arms around his waist. "What do you mean?"
"Those beautiful eyes of yours," Draco murmured, turning his head and pulling down Harry's so that he could kiss him.
A cough from the bathroom door interrupted them. "As nice as the sight of you two pretty boys snogging is – rest assured that I will wank off to that later, and nothing you say is going to stop me, Dray – Ron is getting rather impatient," Blaise said silkily. Draco groaned and muttered something against Harry's lips. Blaise smirked. "What was that, chér?"
"Nothing," Harry told him, unwinding his arms from Draco's waist. "Lets go, then. Best get it over with. Dray, if you attack her I will stop speaking to you."
Draco immediately paled so much that Harry thought he would faint. Harry was aghast; he had never thought to cause that much pain with such a simple sentence. "No, no! Of course I won't, Draco, love, it's all right, I'm won't leave you!" he pulled the blond against him and kissed him gently, keeping up a mental torrent of comfort, sorrow and reassurance.
Once Draco had stopped shaking, he pulled back and held him gently, until he seemed calmer, then turned to Blaise. "Ok, lets go."
Ron was waiting impatiently, and practically dragged them out of the room and down the corridors to the Infirmary. Harry and Draco both shuddered when they were confronted with its stark white walls, high windows and paper sheet covers. Ginny, her red hair a stark contrast to the white around her, was sitting up in bed reading a book. She turned around when the door opened, and blinked. Before she could say a word, Ron dashed up to her and hugged her. "Gin! I'm so glad that you're ok!"
"I'm fine… honestly, Ron, I'm ok." Harry prodded Draco.
"Ow! Um, I'm sorry, Weasley. I didn't mean to, honest. It just kind of happened." Ginny paled at the sight of the Slytherin, but nodded.
"That's ok. It was my fault, Harry tried to tell me, but I couldn't stop. It was like I was under some kind of impervious or something."
"Really? I know a bit about that. Tell me what it was like," Draco asked, sitting on the chair by the bed. As they began to talk, Blaise tugged on Harry's arm and led him a little way away form the rest of the group.
"What is it?" Harry asked him. Blaise looked at him seriously.
"I just need to know something. Will you ever leave him? Are you just stringing him on? I don't think you are, but I have to be sure. He's my best friend and I love him. I don't ever want to see him get hurt."
"Don't worry. I think I'm falling in love with him myself. I won't hurt him, ever. Gryffindor's promise."
"Well, this is one time I'm actually glad of you're sense of honour," Blaise said, completely seriously. "But if you do ever do anything to hurt him intentionally, you will have to deal with me. This may be just a fling to you, I don't know. But for Draco it's a matter of life and death. Literally. And, we've been in life or death situations before, what with our parents. But this is the first one that neither of us have any control over. You are holding the reigns. And, I guess that means that I have to trust you. Gryffindors are supposed to be trustworthy. Please, live up to that. For Draco."
Harry nodded, and they shook hands. As they were walking back to the group, Harry just had to say "The sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, you know."
Blaise stopped dead and gaped at him for a second. Then he grinned, and winked suggestively. "I knew that there was a reason that Dray picked you!" Harry grinned.
"Idiot."
"And proud of it!" Blaise said contentedly.
"Uh, Blaise?"
"Mm?"
"Uh, well, I know you like Draco and all that, uh, well, I was wondering, do you mind?"
"Mind?"
"About me and him. I know you keep on making jokes about us, but do we make you unhappy or anything? I… I don't want to make you jealous or lonely or anything."
Blaise shook his head. "No, you're just about the best thing that ever happened to Dray. I must admit that I'm kinda disappointed that it wasn't me, but life isn't a fairy tale, and it's better the way it happened. You can protect him. Dray and I have history, true, and you need to know about that sometime, but he's yours now, and you're his. That's all there is to it."
Harry smiled at him. "Thank you. I think… I needed to hear that."
"I know you did."
"Needed to hear what?" Draco asked, coming up behind Harry and slipping his arms around his waist.
"Doesn't matter. Just figuring something out," Harry reassured him.
Blaise held up a hand. "Actually, there is something he needs to know. We have to get together and discuss our history. Harry needs to know, and better sooner than later. La Belle Marquise will get her claws in him sooner or later, and he needs to know the whole story."
Draco paled, but nodded. "I have the pensive thing with me. We can show him tonight, if you want."
"Not tonight, some of us still have classes and homework. It can wait 'till the holidays," Blaise said, running a hand through his hair. He smiled at Harry. "I think you should go talk to Weasley."
"Good idea. Don't worry about us," Draco said. Harry nodded and walked over to the bed.
"Hey."
"Hey. Look, I'm really sorry. I would never… I mean, I do like you, but…"
"I know. There's something odd going on."
"Do you forgive me?" Ginny asked desperately.
"Course, you dimwit. C'mere," Harry said easily, opening his arms. He gave her a hug and ruffled her hair. Ron smiled at him.
"I'm going to talk to Malfoy. You two catch up." The bed creaked as he left it, and Harry wrinkled his nose.
"I hate this place," he remarked.
"Me too."
"When are you out? Are you ok? Draco couldn't help it, you know. Its one of those things about veela."
"I know. I don't mind, and I think I managed to get Ron calmed down. Hey, have you seen Hermione?"
"No. She… doesn't approve of Draco and I."
"Well, she came to visit earlier, on her own. It was odd… she crept in here like she was trying to keep her visit a secret from everyone but me. She looked kinda guilty too – I was still in bandages then. To keep the cream on. She didn't say much, but she had something on her mind."
Harry sighed. "Probably convincing herself that Draco meant to do that to you, and that he is an animal or something. She really doesn't like what we are doing. I'm kinda worried about her, to tell you the truth. You know how she was over the house elves, well, I think that this is the same kind of thing."
"I see. Well, I think it's a good thing. Malfoy loves you for you, not for your name. I'll try to talk to her." Harry blinked in surprise, momentarily struck speechless.
"Woah, Gin! I never knew you were so… wise, I guess. Perceptive." Ginny blushed and fiddled with her hair.
"Its nothing. No trouble, honestly. You'd better go, don't you have classes?"
"Well, Draco and I don't have them, but Ron and Blaise do. We'd better get going. Come visit when you get better, if you want."
"Thank you. Don't let them be late! Ron has a rotten sense of time!"
Laughing, they hugged again, then the four boys left the infirmary. Ron and Blaise headed off to Care of Magical Creatures, while Harry and Draco headed 'home'. Halfway there they were stopped by Professor Flitwick.
"Time for a Charms lesson, boys!" he squeaked. "Can't have you getting too far behind now, can we?"
"Uh, no Sir," Draco said, glancing at Harry, who smiled. "
Right then! Follow me.."
After the charms lesson, Draco went to bed with a book while Harry had a shower. The Gryffindor was just reaching for the shampoo to wash his hair, when a hand slipped over his shoulder and grabbed the bottle. With a happy sigh he leaned back onto a warm, wet chest and felt hands slide into his hair and begin to massage his scalp.
Lemon cut out for Go to for the slash!
Sated, they fell out of the shower and dried off, before dragging themselves downstairs. There was no food waiting for them, but there was a folded piece of paper lying on the table.
Minerva has agreed. Draco may sit at the Gryffindor table. I hope to see you down at dinner tonight. AD.
"I guess we'd better get down to dinner," Harry said.
"I hope your loyal friend's don't eat me."
"Don't worry, I'd eat them if they tried."
They headed down to the Great Hall, hand in hand. There was a startled silence when they entered, but they refused to make eye contact with anyone, and went to sit at the Gryffindor table. After a pause, Blaise stood up and moved over to sit next to Draco. Ron moved over to sit next to Blaise, and Ginny, who had just come in, sat down opposite. Hermione was sitting at the other end of the table, and the group didn't glance her way.
Whispers broke out all over the hall. Dumbledore stood up and all heads turned his way. "Please, Malfoy and Zabini are sitting at the table they are with my express permission, and the permission of Professor McGonagall. Do not let them distract you from your food." He clicked his fingers and the plates filled.
Ginny grinned. "Lasagna! My favourite!"
Blaise pulled a face. "No roast potatoes."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll survive," Ron said, patting him on the head. Harry laughed as Blaise's hands went automatically to his hair to straighten his flattened spikes.
Draco looked around the hall. The Slytherins were all ignoring him, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were talking amongst themselves. The Gryffindors were looking at how Ginny, Ron and Harry were reacting to the two Slytherins. Then Thomas and Finnegan grinned and began to pile food on their plates. Longbottom followed their example. The girls began to talk amongst themselves, many of them glancing sideways at first Hermione, then the two Slytherins. The younger children began to eat, occasionally glancing warily at Draco.
The blond looked at his plate to find that Harry had filled it with lasagna and salad, and was in the process of sliding some bread slices onto the edge. "Oh! Thanks."
"No problem. I'm guessing you're hungry, after that. I know I am."
"I don't want to know what 'that' is," Blaise said, grinning. "I recognize the look on Draco's face."
"What look?" Draco asked innocently.
"The 'I've just got some and you haven't' look."
Ginny giggled and Ron's ears reddened. "Hey! I don't need to know that!" he protested. "And my little sister is here! Besides, not while we're eating, please!"
Harry and Draco grinned at each other, Blaise smirked.
"My apologies, Weasley. I didn't mean to put you off of your food." Ginny giggled, then turned to her plate. Dean Thomas leaned over and tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"Uh, I never could as you this before 'cos of the whole rivalry thing, but do you think I could paint you sometime?" he asked. Draco looked interested.
"You paint?"
"Yeah, Dean's really good," Harry said with his mouth full.
"Harry, don't talk with your mouth full!" Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Uh, Thomas, sure. When?"
"Oh, I'm going home over Christmas, but I'm coming back early. Maybe then?"
"Sounds like a plan. We'll see you when you get back and we can arrange a time," Draco said.
Harry smiled. It looked like the Gryffindors were accepting Draco. Maybe their crazy relationship could work…
Malfoy is da best – Hm… I think she is going to accept eventually, but not just yet. After all, there has to be some anxt in these boy's lives! Anyone else noticed that I've made all the females evil? It wasn't intentional, I promise! It just happened. And I'm a girl, before anyone makes any sexist comments! Lol.
Jesse Drache – Ron doesn't know yet, no. He finds out in this chapter! I'm glad you like French!Blaise. I love the guy too, and you can make him/her however you want to be, because JKR never mentioned what he was like. Draco in leather and eyeliner… I can see that happening again… yum! I think Draco may be getting pissed off again soon…
Benjis VIP – thanks! I like it when pple like it! No, they don't know. I kinda like evil!Hermione; she gives my story something different. Mostly they both accept, but if you look at Hermione's actual character in the books – her whole fixation with SPEW, you can see that she really isn't that accepting. I'm emphasizing that characteristic. (I was yelling for him to hurry up too!)
Sdrawkcab21 – ok. Harry did say "I think"! I figured that he wouldn't really have payed much attention to sports, because of being bullied in first school, so he's allowed to make mistakes! And Draco wouldn't really ever need to know.
Yana5 – yes, it was Hermione and Pansy. Hermione did used to like them! But she's being… difficult.
Hmm… - which link? Can you be more specific? Seeing as there's about a hundred links, probably more on my site, and I have my GCSE's, and I don't have time to check them all! Thanks for the review.
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