Chris awoke to the sound of an alien alarm clock, chiming in rich tones. He sat up and looked around, "Where in the hell am I?"
"We fell asleep," Weber's voice came from the open closet on the other side of the room.
It all came flooding back to him then, how the blonde had clung to him after the brief brush of lips they'd shared. Chris's plan had been to lay with the other boy only until he fell asleep, and then he would return to his own room, but it looked like he'd fallen asleep before the other boy had, "I slept with you all night?"
"Yeah," Weber said coming out of his closet. He was dressed in only a towel and his short hair was damp, "You better leave before Brock wakes up. He'll hate you too, if he thinks-"
"I don't care what he thinks!" Chris snapped, "I'm glad I fell asleep with you, and stayed the whole night."
Weber blushed and looked away, "Would you stop that? You said yourself we can't do this any more."
"I changed my mind."
"You can't just change your mind!" Weber hissed, "Brock will hate you, me and Alex if we do this!"
"Then he can find his own friends. Personally I don't give a damn what Brock Reed thinks. HE doesn't matter to me," Chris's green eyes were dark with feelings.
"And I do?" Weber asked surprised, "I'm a Malfoy and you're a Potter!"
"So?!" Chris yelled, flinging back the blankets, as he slid of out Weber's bed, "We're both boys too! Do you think that matters to me?!"
"It did yesterday!"
"That was different. I didn't know you were being serious," Chris said blushing.
"Oh…"
There was an awkward silence between them as the blonde fiddled with the edge of his towel, and Chris looked at he shoes.
"I want to try this," Chris said looking up at Weber, "I don't even know if I'm…if I can be with another…boy…"
Weber nodded, not looking up.
"But if I can, I know you'll be the one that will make it work...that I'll make it work for."
"So we'll try," the blonde said, softly. "Can I flirt with you again?"
Chris smiled, "Yes, and you can sit with me at breakfast too."
"I'd like that," Weber looked up and smiled a very small smile.
Knock-Knock "Weber! Have you seen Chris? He's not in his room!" Alex called through the door.
"I'm in here, having a word with Web!" Chris called back.
"Well get back into your room! Your alarm is driving me mad!"
"Oops." Chris said glancing over at Weber. He walked over to where the blonde was standing and leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, "Wait for me?"
"Sure," Weber mumbled blushing.
Chris walked over to the door and came out coming face to face with Alex, "Ahh! What are you doing?!"
"The question should be what where you doing? You're still dressed in your things from yesterday…" Alex, glanced behind him, moving around so he could see behind Chris.
The ebony haired boy grabbed the knob and closed the door, blocking Alex's view, "I fell asleep in my things and woke up early, remembering I had to tell Web something."
"Sure...," the other boy said, looking him over smirking.
Blushing, Chris pushed past him and went into his room, shut off his alarm clock and grabbed some clean clothes, laying them out on his bed before going over to a chair and grabbing his bathrobe off the back. When he turned around Alex was right there, "Alex! Would you stop that?!"
"Would you kiss me?"
Chris blinked in shock, "W-What? Kiss you?!" Chris hissed looking out the still open door to his bedroom, hoping Weber didn't hear that, "What are you on?!"
"Please?" Alex asked sweetly.
"Can you at least tell me why?" Chris asked with wide, confused eyes.
"Well…I'm looking for my mate…" Alex said softly, looking back over his shoulder, "I'm not really totally human, and I was hoping it was you…"
The other boy shook his head. This was just like the things that used to happen to his father only on not such an odd level, "I'm not your 'mate'."
"You don't know that," Alex was almost nose to nose with him. "Don't you like me?"
Chris grimaced and backed away, "Of course I like you Alex, just not in that way."
Alex's face clouded, and his eyes started to water, "What has he got, that I haven't? We're both pale and have light colored hair. We both have weird colored eyes, and-"
"Chris! Hurry up or we're going to be late for breakfast. What's keeping you?" Weber called. "Oh do you want me to put this letter in an envelop for you?"
Frowning at the other boy, he brushed past him and out into the main area, "Sorry I was looking for something. Why don't you get that old yearbook of your father's out and bring it to breakfast? We can look over it while we eat."
Weber smiled at him and nodded, retreating back into his room.
Chris turned around and mouthed, 'Get out of my room!', to the pale boy still inside, who was looking back at him with dimmed golden eyes. He was different again like before, but Chris ignored it and hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower.
When he'd finished, he rushed back into his room, and put on his things in record time, grabbing the books he would need for the day out of his trunk.
Weber was waiting for him by the door, bag already over his shoulder, "I saw Zales come out of your room, looking depressed, like when Reed yelled at him yesterday. What's wrong with him and what was in doing in there to begin with?"
Sighing Chris shook his head, "He says he's looking for his 'mate'. He wanted to kiss me, and I told him no."
"That's where I've seen him before!" Weber said. "He's an Elf!"
"Like a house elf?" Chris asked as they passed a few 4th year girls, who talking about clothes and their nail colors, in the main common room.
"No. I believe a muggle wrote a book with them as characters. They have pointed ears, and have excellent hearing and vision. One of the most graceful creatures on the face of the planet, except Veela, who are shape shifting elves with appeal powers," Weber moved over closer to him and took his hand, only it was hidden in the folds of their robes.
Smiling Chris squeezed his hand, "Are you part Veela?"
"Some people think my family has some of Veela blood, running in our veins, but a Malfoy hasn't gone into heat yet, so I don't think so."
They came up the stairs and the first thing they saw was a group of students gathered in the hall before the Great Hall.
"What's going on?" Weber asked.
A tall grey haired boy, turned around, "Someone's fainted! I think it's a Slytherin boy."
Chris rushed forward through the crowd, "Who?"
Weber was right beside him, "Oh Merlin! Alex!" he said as he came out seeing the school nurse levitate him onto a floating stretcher, "Is he alright?"
"Alex?!" Chris said coming up beside Weber, "I just got done talking to him! What's going on?"
The nurse wouldn't answer either of them, as she worked her spells quickly walking away with the floating stretcher beside her.
"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy," came the Headmistress's voice from behind them, "If you would follow me please."
"We haven't done anything to him!" Chris yelled, turning to face her. "He was fine a minute ago!"
"NOW Mr. Potter!" she said coldly. "The rest of you go back to what you were doing."
She led them down a maze of corridors, until she came to stop in front an extremely ugly looking, stone gargoyle. "Cat Nip," she said and they boys watched as the gargoyle came to live and sprang aside and the wall opened up, revealing a spiraling, curling, staircase that lead up and up into a tower like a cork screw that never stopped turning. She got on the staircase and started to rise, the boys following quickly behind her. They then passed through two great oak doors, into an office, that's walls were covered from floor to ceiling in paintings of pass headmasters and headmistresses, all of which were sleeping.
Once sitting behind her desk she waved a hand and conjured two chairs, "Have a seat."
Weber sat down first. His eyes were blank as well as his face.
"I swear we didn't do anything to him!" Chris said still standing.
McGonagall sighed, "I know you didn't Mr. Potter."
"Then why are we here?" Weber asked, hands folded neatly in his lap.
She looked over the top of her glasses at them, "There has been a rumor going around in this school, that you and Mr. Potter are dating."
Chris's eyes widened in shock, "We've only been here three days, and that's how long we've known each other! How can we be dating?"
"And even if we were, what concern is it of yours?" the blonde boy was still emotionless.
"It is of no concern to me. All I would like to know is if it is true or not."
Weber looked over at Chris who glanced back, trying not to seem nervous, "Yes, I suppose it is true now. We are in the process of experimenting with it, but that is close enough for you I'll wager."
She nodded, become more relaxed, "Then we might be able to save Mr. Zales yet. Do your parents know, especially your fathers?"
"No!" Chris yelled, "Why would I tell my 'father' anything?"
"My father doesn't know yet either. I haven't had time to owl him," Weber said calmly.
"I was going to send my mother a letter though, to let her know that I was interested in another boy…" Chris said quietly.
The Headmistress sighed, "Mr. Potter, I want you to send off that letter to your mother immediately. I will be sending a letter to both of your fathers, calling them here. The four of you need to have a talk," she pressed her lips together in a thin line, "but for right now, as soon as you send that letter off, I would like the both of you to go down to the hospital wing and be with Mr. Zales, at his bedside."
"He's an elf isn't he?" Weber asked, "He's very old to us but to his kind he's only about eleven."
"You are correct Mr. Malfoy. I dare say you've got more wit then your father had, when it comes to quick thinking. Mr. Zales is older much older then I am, in human terms. Most would even consider him a magical creature, and not human at all, but since he was born of a wizard and a witch, he is considered a human."
"That's not possible! That's how the first elves were born, and that hasn't happen since before the time of Merlin!" Weber said, clearly shocked, "There must be some mistake!"
"There is no mistake. His parents have been dead for many, many years. He's been in the care of his kind, since. We were worried that if he were to come around humans again, he would have a reaction to the different type of magic he would be forced to be around, but his kind wanted him to be a wizard, like he was meant to be."
"He didn't seem to be sick to me," Chris said.
"Mr. Zales did seem to be fine until yesterday morning. Tell me. Did something happen in your dormitories?"
"Alex and Brock Reed got into a fight, Headmistress, and the night before too," Weber sighed, picking at the hem of his sleeve.
"Over what?" she asked.
"Well, Alex is…he likes other boys, and Brock doesn't go for those sort of people," Chris said weakly.
"I take it he doesn't know about the two of you?"
"He thinks we're joking," Weber smirked.
She nodded, understanding, "You may go now. Send that letter off and then go to Mr. Zales's side. Your fathers should be here later today or tomorrow morning. And don't worry about attending classes. I will excuse you both for as long as needed."
Victoria smiled as she thumbed through an old photo album, Harry had brought her weeks before. Most of the pictures were of their wedding day, which had happened not long after they met. It had been to save his life. He was so broken when she found him, that he'd made her promise she would never tell anyone about the day they met.
Instead, they'd created a sort of romantic story about him being all alone, crying in a coffee shop. She came along and heard him sobbing and had asked what was the matter and when he'd looked up she had been shocked to find it was Harry Potter of all people.
After talking with him for hours on end, until the coffee shop closed, she invited him over to her house, and they had ended up making love and falling 'in love.'
In reality she found him in an abandoned building, in a pool of his own blood, holding a razor blade to his other wrist. She had seen his car and thought something was odd about a nice vehicle being around a dump like that. It wasn't until after she'd healed him, being a medi-witch herself, and cleaned him up that she realized who he was.
He was nothing more then skin and bones, his hair was matted and eyes were no better then dead things. She kept him at her house for weeks, trying to get some life back into him, or at least get him to tell her why he felt he needed to die.
When he did finally tell her, she offered herself up as a replacement for Draco, knowing that she would never be loved totally in the way people dreamed of. She promised children and all the love she could give, and he took it.
"Mrs. Potter you have a letter," a nurse said as she came in.
Victoria wiped her eyes and smiled, "From who?"
"Your son."
Thanking the nurse she took the letter and opened it,
Dear Mother,
I made it into Slytherin house just like I wanted to! Sandy is in Gryffindor, which I'm glad for. She was getting very annoying with all that talk of marriage. Today she came up to me, and wanted to sit with me in potions, but my other friends wouldn't let her because she's a Gryffindor. In short they made her cry and Professor Snape took almost took off some of Gryffindor's house points. Father was right about him favoring Slytherin, but he seems to like me, and doesn't hold a grudge against me because of Father.
I've also made some new friends too, one of which father no doubt will be unpleased about. His name is Weber Malfoy. Have you heard of him? He says that father and his father used to be enemies. He's actually really nice though and I enjoy his company, not because it would anger father but because he has my sense of humor and he likes many of the thing I do, not only that but he's in Slytherin too. I have other friends too, like Jaden Piers who happens to be the Minister of Magic's daughter, and Alexander Zales who acts like he should belong in Hufflepuff, but he ended up in Slytherin.
Last off all, because it's only my second day, I wanted to ask you if you would be mad…if I were…gay. I've been having these weird feelings for someone I met on the train. I know I'm only 11 but I don't feel like this is a one time thing.
Love,
Christopher
She put down the letter in mild shock. Surely her only son couldn't be in love with the son of the man her husband was in love with? Reaching over to her bedside table she grabbed a clean sheet of parchment and a quill.
Dear Christopher,
I'm so glad that you were put in the house you've always wanted to be in, even if you only want to be in that house because your father hated it. It's good to hear about Sandy being put in Gryffindor as well, but I really do think you need to go talk to her about you can't be friends. I love the girl, but sometimes she can be as clueless as her father.
So you met a Malfoy did you? I'm glad to hear you're getting along with him, because it was said that they are a stuck-up family. About your father and his being enemies, there is more to that then it seems, but I think it would be best if you asked your father about that.
Christopher, my beautiful son, it would not matter to me if you were in love with a ghost. If it makes you happy then I am happy, I would suggest you talk to your father about his relationship with Weber's before you start anything. You might want to reconsider after what he tells you, and I'm not saying this because I don't want you to love him, there is just something that you both should know before you get into anything with him.
Love and Waiting for the Next,
Mother
She pulled an envelope from the table at her side and slipped the parchment inside.
"Nurse?"
At once a woman came in quickly, looking worried, "Is something the matter, Mrs. Potter?"
"No! I just need you to Owl this to my son," she handed the letter to the nurse who gave her a rare smile.
"What house?"
"Slytherin, just like he wanted, and you'll never believe who he became friends with. Out of all the first years."
"Who?"
"Draco Malfoy's son," she said shaking her head.
The nurse looked shocked, "You're kidding! After the way him and your husband fought? We heard about it all the way here, the way those two used to get into such fights. Are you sure it's the right Malfoy?"
"Yes, my son says that the young Malfoy boy brought it up in the first place."
The nurse shook her head as she left, "Well will wonders never cease?"
Draco kissed Harry's forehead while he slept. He'd missed this more then he could ever imagine, being snuggled up to the raven haired man as the sun came up and turned his skin golden.
Soon two emerald eyes came open slowly, and a smile spread across his lips, "Mmm, Good morning."
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?"
"Naked? Hundreds of times in the last two days, Mr. Malfoy. Are you getting forgetful?"
True this was only their second morning together at the cabin, but still, "No. I just want to make sure you remember. I won't be able to live without you after this you know. Not again. Never again," Draco whispered, running a hand through Harry's dark locks.
Harry kissed him on the lips, bring his own hand into Draco's hair, fisting it as he moaned into the pale man's mouth. When he pulled away his eyes were darkened with want, "I could never forget, and I wouldn't let you live without me, ever again."
Draco kissed him this time, rolling them both over so he was on his back, and Harry was laying over him, "I believe it is your turn," he said, running a hand over the other man's hip, and pulled his hand from the raven locks to run it up and down his muscled arm, which was connected to the hand still buried in his own hair.
"But I don't want to cook breakfast!" Harry whined, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Potter, don't make me-"
TapTapTap
Harry turned his head toward the window, squinting, "Is that an owl?"
"I don't care!" Draco arched up, causing himself and Harry to hiss, "It can wait!"
Nodding Harry lowered his head to the blonde's neck, leaving a trail of kisses, leading up to behind his ear.
TAPTAPTAP Crack
"Bloody owl just cracked the window!" Harry said kissing Draco one more time before getting out of bed and grabbing his boxers off floor. He slipped them on and then opened the window. Instead of just one owl, two flew in and dropped letters. One fell onto Draco's chest and the other dropped into Harry's hands. Before Harry could close the window, both were gone.
"Those looked like Hogwarts owls," Draco said rubbing his face, and picking up the letter from his chest.
Harry closed the window and went to the bedside table for his glasses, "Our sons have done something to each other I bet."
Snorting in laughter Draco broke the seal of his letter,
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Your presence is requested at Hogwarts, on matters dealing with your son Weber, and Mr. Christopher Potter. Please come to the school as soon as possible. It is very urgent.
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
"You're right. Looks like they've managed to get into a fight. Do you think it's as good as the ones we used to get into?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled, "I hope not. We almost killed each other a couple of times. It's only their third day, so it can't be that bad."
"Bad enough that McGonagall has to speak with us!" the blond said smirking. "I bet they put each other in the hospital and she's going to yell at us both for being bad examples."
"Well she can't because I didn't even mention you or the name Malfoy to him ever. Chris hates me, and likes whatever I don't. It's like living with a miniature version of you, when we were younger, that looks like me."
Draco frowned, "I don't think I spoke of you much to my son either. Hurt too much I suppose. I certainly didn't tell him to hate your son. I wonder what house yours is in?"
"Slytherin," Harry said smirking. "I know it."
"Really? I bet he's in Gryffindor," Draco smiled, "I bet he just hates it too. Being in the same house you were."
"What about yours? Slytherin and no question?"
"I hope not. I was hoping for Gryffindor. Break tradition you know."
Harry started to laugh, causing Draco to frown.
"What? You don't think a Malfoy can be in Gryffindor?"
"Not in a million years," Harry gasped out.
"Some would say that about a Potter being in Slytherin. You killed 'Him'! It's not possible for your line to be evil."
Harry ripped the seal on his letter, making sure it said the same thing as Draco's, "'Not all Slytherins are evil.' I believe someone told me that once."
"That was me you fool and it's true they're not, but-"
"Christopher is in Slytherin house and so is yours," Harry said getting to his feet and going into the bathroom to clean up.
"If they were in the same house they wouldn't be fighting!"
Harry peaked out of the bathroom, "Who said they HAD to be fighting? Maybe they think one of them has had a spell put on them because they're getting along."
Draco glared at him and realized Harry could be right, and he glared even more when the other man's look became smug before disappearing into the bathroom again, "I'm not done talking to you Potter!" Draco stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom.
"Good," Harry said grabbing Draco as he came through the door, "because it was going to get rather lonely in here all by myself." Harry shut the door, smirking evilly at the blonde man who looked pleasantly shocked.