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Warnings: This story contains slash, means boy/boy love. So, don't like don't read.
A/N: I'm really sorry. Please believe me. I never wanted to let you wait so long for the next chapter. I don't even have a good apologize. This whole summer was cursed for me and then this and that happened...sigh...at just haven't found the time. I'm sorry.
To let you know how sorry I am: I have written a little short story for you. Read it if you want to.
And I'm so happy about every review I received from you. Now I have 225. I can't believe it. Thank you. I love you all.
Now something different. As always: at the end of the story there are new questions for you to answer.
The important question from last time is answered like this:
THERE WILL BE NO MALEPREGNACY IN THIS STORY.
I looked at every review and even when there were a lot who wanted it I decided against it. I don't want to loose any reader. So, those who were against it, don't worry. There will be no MPreg. But you have to live with it-or not-that the possibility of a male pregnancy will be mentioned. And one time in the next chapter Draco will talk about the possibility that Harry can get pregnant because of the bond, but it will not happen. Don't worry.
For all those who wanted MPreg: I'm thinking about making a sequel.
But now enough talk. Here is the story. Have fun.
Thanks to my reader prettypixie. You will know why.
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Chapter 11: Friend or Foe: Returning of old friends
His feet made no sound on the thick carpet as he sneaked across the dark room. The only sounds came from the sleeping person on the second bed, light breathing.
Harry stopped as he reached the bed and looked down at Draco's figure. The blond Slytherin had pushed his blanket half down his body, exposing his naked body to the waist. No matter how Harry had begged him to put on his pyjama, Draco still insisted on sleeping naked. And in two weeks Harry had get used to it-nearly.
As he now looked at the exposed pale skin, Harry felt the familiar blush rose again. But this time he didn't look away.
Carefully, to not move the bed to much, Harry sat down on the mattress, his gaze lingering on Draco. His eyes wandered over his face, relaxed in sleep, some fringes hanging down onto the brow.
//Draco looks so peaceful in his sleep.// Harry thought and before he could stop himself he lifted a hand and brushed the fringes away, his fingers marvelling in the softness of the blond hair a moment longer.
"What am I doing here?" Harry found himself whispering. Astonished he watched his own finger sweeping down Draco's face featherlike, over the elegant nose and the soft curve of the mouth that he had tasted so much already and down the neck over the slightly rounded chin.
On the neck his hand came to a rest, laying flat on the skin so that he felt the soothing pounding of his pulse under the skin.
Harry's own pulse was running like mad, he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears so loud, that he was sure that Draco would wake up from it. And he didn't know why.
Harry raised his head and looked across the room to his own abandoned bed. He so wished to sleep, but he couldn't. After the good night kiss he had given Draco, he had thought that he could sleep peacefully until the morning. But sleep hadn't come to him. For hours he had tossed and turned in his bed, his head full of questions he couldn't erase.
"I can't sleep with all the answers I need."
Harry looked back down at Draco. His hand had found a place on his chest, over his heart, even when Harry couldn't remember how he had moved it. Now Draco's heartbeat pounded against the palm of his hand, a steady, soothing rhythm.
A sudden urge overcame Harry, an urge he didn't want to fight against. Not this time. Slowly and carefully he shifted, bowing down until his head lay on Draco's chest, beside his hand. Shortly he flinched at the feeling of Draco's warm skin against his own, but then he relaxed. Draco's heartbeat sounded loudly in his ear, soothing him. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in the soft herb scent from the skin beneath him. Draco's warmness was so much better than a blanket and even with Draco's arms not around him, Harry felt the safeness he always felt when the Slytherin hugged him.
"I think I could easily fall asleep here." Harry murmured. He turned his head to look at Draco's face again-and was greeted with a pair of soft silver eyes looking back at him.
Harry winced and tried to jump up, but strong arms caught him before he even managed to straighten, and pulled him back against Draco's chest.
Harry sighed and relaxed. "How long are you awake?"
Draco smiled and raised a hand to weave it through Harry's raven black hair. "I woke up the moment you touched me." A smirk appeared on Draco lips and he winked. "I will always wake up when you touch me, because it could mean that you want to have a little fun."
Harry blushed. When he had touched him?
"Don't be embarrassed." Draco whispered. "Your touch is very soft and I don't mind being touched by you."
Harry closed his eyes, saying nothing. He wouldn't tell Draco that he, too, had enjoyed touching the pale body of the Slytherin. Not when he wasn't sure why he had enjoyed it so much. This couldn't just be the awkward teenagers' hormones. Harry never had felt the urge to touch a boy in this way, he had been absolutely sure that he wasn't after boys at all. Wouldn't he have felt something for Ron if he were?
Harry frowned. And what about his feelings for Cho? When he was honest to himself he had to admit, that he hadn't thought much about the Ravenclaw seeker the last few weeks. Did that mean that he wasn't in love with her after all?
What about his feelings in fourth year? Every time he had seen her his heart had started to run wild in his chest and he hadn't been able to voice a single word. That was love, wasn't it?
Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Draco, eyebrows knitted together in thought. Draco returned his gaze questiongly, but he ignored it. He was busy comparing his feelings for Cho with the ones for the Slytherin, the ones he didn't understand.
Slowly he lifted a hand and touched Draco's cheek. The skin was soft and warm under his fingertips. And warm where the silver eyes, watching Harry with a tenderness in them that caused his heart to stumble a bit as he saw it. Had there ever been a person in his life who had looked at him in this way?
He sighed. "Why isn't there a book about feelings and what they mean. I'm sure I am the only boy in the whole world, muggle or wizard, who has no idea about the whole love thing."
Draco chuckled-and with a swift motion rolled Harry around until he lay on top of the shorter boy.
Harry flushed at the feeling of Draco's weight pressing him down onto the mattress.
"I can assure you, you're not the only one with this problem." Draco nearly purred. "If you believe me or not, I had the same problems as I discovered that my hate for had been replaced by another feeling, which I couldn't explain first. But I must admit that I had my mother to help me sort it out."
"When did you discover that you love me?" Harry whispered, caught in the beautiful silver eyes above him.
Draco smiled. "It was not love at first sight as you know-I hated you like you hated me-and it didn't hit me like a bolt. It came slowly on silent feet and finally, in the middle of the fourth year, I found that I had feelings for my rival, totally opposite from hate. First I tried to ignore it and teased and insulted you and your friends even more, but that didn't work." The blond chuckled at the memory. "I even can tell you the exact day where I found out about my feelings. It was on the Ball before Christmas. As I saw you I knew it suddenly. You looked so beautiful and I needed all my self-control not to grab you and kiss you in front of all people."
The smile was replaced by an almost dreamy expression. "So I decided to make you mine. Of course, it took a bit to convince my father to allow me using the old Malfoy bond on you. But after what happened in summer..."
Draco's voice faltered and died. Harry stared up at him, at his eyes which now bore a faraway look, as if he looked at someone or something else. Harry wondered what had happened in summer that Lucius Malfoy had changed his mind about his only sons wish to bond with Harry.
"Draco?"
Draco blinked as Harry touched his cheek.
"Draco, what happened in summer?" Harry whispered, letting his hand linger on the soft cheek. "What did Voldemort do to you and your family that you now want to fight against him? Why.."
Draco shook his head. Steadying himself on one elbow, he reached up and captured Harry's hand in his. "That are questions I can't answer you, yet. But only because I want to protect you. I always want to protect you."
Harry let out a deep sigh. He looked at his hand entwined with Draco's, lying beside his head on the pillow. "You cannot protect me from everything. I need to do this myself. But when you don't want to tell me more about last summer, tell me at least more about the bond. I have the feeling your parents didn't tell me everything."
Chuckling Draco rolled onto his back, down from Harry. Harry felt a strange feeling of lost without the warm body of the blond Slytherin, but he pushed the thought away and shifted onto his side to look at Draco's face. He didn't want to think about his feelings, when he finally got a few more answers.
"It's typical for a Malfoy not to tell the whole truth. I think that's part of being a Malfoy. We are born with it it seems. But you're right. What you know is not all. So tell me what you know so that I can see if you understand everything."
Harry frowned slightly. He thought back to the day before, when Narcissa Malfoy had told him about the bond.
"The bond can't be removed. You're able to sense where I am and what I feel and I can learn that, too. Because of the bond, we share what your father called natural protection against magic."
Harry lowered his hand with whom he had counted his knowledge about the bond. "That's all. Is there much more to come?"
"No." Draco shook his head. "Not much. There is just one more thing."
Draco turned on his side, facing Harry. He slung an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him closer until they were touching from chest to foot. "First, I must confess that I lied to you. I said that the bond will (would) vanish when I die, but that isn't right. It will never vanish, and when I die you will die, too. When I die you die, when you die I will die. We are connected for eternity."
Harry's green eyes widened. Draco felt his body stiffen and tightened his grip to prevent him from backing away from him. "I know, I had to tell you this earlier, but I.."
A soft hand gently being placed over his mouth stopped him from saying more.
"You're an idiot, Draco Malfoy. Why did you do such a stupid thing? You know that I must fight Voldemort and the chance for me to win against him isn't very good. Why do you want such a short life?"
Harry withdrew his hand. His palm tingled slightly from the warmth of Draco's lips.
"I wanted you. I didn't think. And about your fight against Voldemort," Draco shook his head, "remember that you aren't alone, Harry. There are lots of people who will fight against the Dark Lord; it's not alone your duty."
With a sigh Harry sat up. "Sometimes it feels like the whole world is lying on my shoulders. And you know that there are many people who expect me to repeat the wonder I performed years ago when I was just a child. Of course, this was before last school year." Harry drew up his legs and placed his arms around his knees. "Now everybody thinks I'm the bad guy."
Draco looked at the huddled figure of the boy he loved. He looked so lost and far away, even when he was just sitting inches from him.
"Harry.."
Draco sat up and again slung his arms around Harry. He loved it to feel him so near.
"Don't think about those people. They are not important." He whispered in his ear. A shudder ran through Harry's body as he nipped slightly on his earlope and Draco grinned.
Slowly and carefully he pushed Harry down until he lay on his back. Harry blinked up at him.
"Just think about us." Draco continued, his eyes locked with Harry's as he hovered over him, his body just inches from the boy under him.
Harry felt a tingling feeling in his stomach and he swallowed. "Is there an us?" He croaked, biting his bottom lip to hold down a moan, as Draco shortly pressed down on him. How they had landed by this again, he wondered.
"Can't there be?" Draco answered, letting go of Harry's gaze to place a lingering kiss on the tender skin of his neck. He smiled as Harry drew in a sharp breath and redoubled his effort.
This time Harry couldn't hold back a moan as he felt Draco's tongue and teeth nipping at his skin, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. How could this feel so good?
"Damn." Harry moaned again and unconsciously pushed against Draco's body above him.
Draco smiled satisfied and licked a last time at the hickey on the slightly tanned skin.
"There, another mark, Harry."
Harry scowled at him. "Don't you think one is enough?"
"Um, no?"
"Draco!" Harry yelped as Draco placed another bite on his neck, hard enough to leave another hickey, inches from the other.
Grinning Draco looked into Harry's narrowed eyes, aware of the pleasure Harry felt. It was like a pleasantly warm stream, joining with his own.
"So, can't there be an us?" He repeated, slipping his hand under Harry's pyjama to feel the soft skin of his belly. He smirked as Harry sucked in his stomach in surprise at the touch. "Answer me, Harry."
Harry felt his face heated up under Draco's intense gaze. He swallowed. "Maybe." He answered whispering. "But it depends on you. I can't be with someone I don't trust completely and I can't trust you..."
"..until I tell you everything." Draco ended the sentence. He sighed, all energy gone and Harry gasped as he lay down on him, his body covering his own, burying his face in the pillow beside his head.
"I know you will not tell me." Harry said, hesitantly placing his arms around Draco. The weight of the Slytherin made it difficult to breathe, but at the same time it felt so good. He felt Draco's heartbeat against his own, just separated from the layers of skin and flesh.
"I will tell you." Draco interrupted him, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"I will tell you who the hooded stranger is and what I have to do with him. His name is...Aaron. Aaron Malfoy. And he is my older brother."
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Lazily the hooded man strolled through the hall, ignoring the whispering from the other people lined up at the cold, naked stonewalls. The only decoration was a green carpet in the middle of the ground, leading from the two-leafed oak door to the other side of the hall.
It amused him that nobody except him was using the carpet. All avoided stepping on it. And all where looking at him with hidden astonishment and jealousy that he had the courage-or stupidity-to walk on it to their master.
He smirked and lifted his gaze to the man, sitting on a stone seat at the back wall. He didn't look different from the last time he had seen him, all those years ago.
The black hair, the handsome face, the slightly muscular body under that black robe, the large but slender hands that gripped the armrests tightly.
The stranger's grin widened. The only difference this time-now he, himself, was no child anymore. He was an adult now and had learned many things.
Red eyes, blazing with anger, rose from the shivering figure on the ground before him as he reached the stone seat that looked more like a throne.
"What do you find so amusing, Aaron?" Voldemort growled, his voice sounding through the hall.
Aaron smirked and closed the last distance to the Dark Lord with a few elegant movements, making sure that everybody could see the slender body under his robe. He felt slight triumph as he saw the red eyes shifting to his body, especially to his hips. The lust in those eyes was easy to read.
Yes, this time he would control the game.
"I'm amused because of you, my Lord." Brushing Voldemorts leg with his Aaron sat down on one armrest. "I could sense your anger even outside the door. What caused it?"
Voldemort let out a disgusted snort and pointed at the man crouching before his feet. Aaron avoided looking at him. He knew who it was. Peter Pettigrew, the man who had brought the Dark Lord back to live. And the man who had betrayed the Potter's 15 years ago.
For Aaron there was no one who was as disgusting as the little man who had spend half of his life living from other people's pity. All he could was betraying (all he could do was betray) and Aaron was sure that he would betray his master when it was for his own good.
"And what did Wormtail do now?" "I send him to Hogwarts to bring an offer to the mudblood loving Headmaster. Not that I would have kept what I offered in it, I just wanted Wormtail to bring a message to my spy there. But do you know what information Wormtail brought back to me?"
Aaron looked into the red eyes before him, keeping his calmness, even when a laugh was fighting its way out of him. It wouldn't be a good idea to laugh into the Dark Lord's face.
"What?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I think you now what I mean. And I know that you had this information before Wormtail."
"When you mean the thing with the bond, yes I knew it before your servant." Aaron ignored the dark look shooted his way. "And I knew it before him, because I paid my little brother a visit in his rooms. There I saw it with my own eyes. The old Malfoy bond on your long time nemesis, Harry Potter."
New whispers broke out in the hall. All had heard at least one time from the Bond the Malfoy's placed on their mates.
"My little brother Draco has matured very much in the summer since my parents left your side." Aaron continued, smirking. He reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing his light blond hair falling loose onto his shoulders. "In fact, he comes after me, I would say. But his bonded isn't that bad either. I wouldn't push him from my bed, in fact I would love it (love to)to show him some moves."
Voldemort growled, hate emanating from him like a wave. "Do what you want to him; I just want to see him dead in the end. And I want to see your family dead, all of them. They betrayed me and nobody betrays Lord Voldemort off unpunished."
Aaron smirked and leaned back. He couldn't care less what Voldemort did with his family, but now with the permission of the Dark Lord, he could have a little fun with his brother's mate.
He looked down at his hands clad in the black leather gloves and all amusement vanished out of his silver eyes.
Even with this protection, he could feel the pain wanting to break out.
"For this you will pay, my dear brother." Aaron hissed.
A pair of hands gripped him tightly around his upper arm, pulling him out of his thoughts. He grinned as he looked up and met red eyes, filled with lust and skilfully he climbed into Voldemort's lap, facing him.
"What do you wish?" He purred, placing his arms around the neck of the older man and grounding his hip onto Voldemort's under him. He smiled as his answer was a low growl and hands tearing at his clothes.
Yes, now he was the master of their little game.
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Harry laid (lay) petrified, his arms around Draco's body. Draco's words still echoed in his ears, but he couldn't believe what he had heard.
"What?" He croaked.
Draco sighed and pushed himself up and away from Harry. "The name of the hooded stranger his Aaron Malfoy," he repeated, "and he is my older brother."
Harry blinked. His brother? But that couldn't be.
"Why do you suddenly have a brother? All are sure that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy just have one son."
Draco sneered lightly and looked down on Harry, his silver eyes dark. "All are wrong. I should know it, shouldn't I? I have a brother. He is six years older than me and he wasn't here in Hogwarts, that is why nobody except the some teachers know from (know of him) him. My father send (sent) him to Durmstrang."
The dark eyes shifted away and Harry was glad for it. He didn't like seeing this hate in Draco.
Slowly he sat up. Draco was looking at something only he could see.
"What happened between your brother and you?" Harry asked after a few moments, where they just sat in silence. "You hate him, but why? He is your brother."
"Having a brother doesn't mean that he will never do something that hurt you, Harry." Draco answered murmuring, still not looking at Harry.
Harry felt a shiver run down his body, as he heard the coldness in his voice. It was the voice Draco always had used to speak with him, four years long, and it strangely hurt to hear it again.
"My brother did something that hurt not just me, but my whole family. But before I tell you what he did you must promise me something, Harry. Promise me that you will never tell anyone what you will hear now."
Harry stared at Draco. The blond Slytherin still was sitting with half his back to Harry, gazing into the darkness of the room. For the first time since he had met him again, Draco wasn't looking at him while he spoke, were the silver eyes not to see.
Harry hesitated, but then he reached one hand out and gently forced Draco's head around.
Silver eyes widened in astonishment as soft lips covered his own in a short kiss.
"I promise I won't tell any one." Harry whispered with his lips tingling. "Not even my friends and you know: Gryffindor's always stand by their words."
Draco sighed. "That's right."
He drew in a deep breath and finally turned to look at Harry. "Aaron was born just a few months after my parents finished Hogwarts and married. Father was really proud. He had just joined Voldemort as a Death Eater and already had the wished heir for the Malfoy family." Draco's mouth turned to a lopsided grin. "I think I'm the first to say that I have been spoiled all my life, but Aaron had been spoiled more than me. Everything he wanted my parents got him and I mean everything. And then, on his sixth birthday- mother had been pregnant with me-Aaron met Voldemort for the first time."
The grin vanished out of Draco's face, leaving his eyes bare of any emotion as he looked past Harry. "Even Father doesn't know what exactly happened between those two. They were alone in his room, Voldemort demanded it. But after it Voldemort took Aaron with him as he left Malfoy Manor and Aaron went on his own free will with the Dark Lord."
He shook his head, blond strands dancing around his face. "As you can imagine my parents were shocked. They wanted Aaron back with them, but it was their own son that refused to come with them. And as Father tried to get him back by force, Voldemort cursed him so that he had to lie in the hospital for days."
"Voldemort took their child and nevertheless your parents stayed with him?" Harry asked confused.
Draco nodded and his eyes found Harry's again. "Father told me that he had feared Voldemort would take me, too, when they would betray him and after all, he didn't know why Aaron decided to stay with the Dark Lord. So he continued being the loyal Death Eater. The next part of the story you know. Over a year after my birth-and Aaron's decision-the Voldemort visited your parents," Draco lifted a hand and touched Harry's scar gently, "and something in you caused the deadly spell to reflect back to the one who spoke it." (I would go over this paragraph carefully)
Harry swallowed. "Professor Dumbledore explained that it was my mother's sacrefy that saved me." He croaked, for the first time telling someone what it had been, that had saved him all those years ago.
"Old magic. Sometimes old magic is stronger than every spell. The bond is old magic, too. Well," Draco withdrew his hand from Harry, "after the first panic had settled my father went to Voldemort's hideout and gathered Aaron. He was fine and well, but full of anger and hate that the Dark Lord was gone. He was even more upset than any other Death Eater and as he grew up, these feelings didn't vanish. In fact, they seem to grow with every year that passed. My parents didn't recognize him, he wasn't their little boy any more and because mother couldn't stand seeing this change in him, father sends him to Durmstrang, instead of Hogwarts. And he made me his heir, until Aaron would tell him what happened between him and Voldemort."
"What a (kind of) brother was he?" Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. "I didn't know him that well. Mother kept him away from me and because of that I can't say if he was a good brother or not or that I had been that sad as he went. I just can say that I felt a bit uneasy the short times when I was with him. But, let me continue. In the following years I didn't see that much of my older brother. Even in summer he stayed at Durmstrang and just father, and sometimes mother, went to visit him. And after he finished school he went on a lot of journeys. Few even know that he lives and because of that so many think that I'm Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy's only son."
Draco's narrowed the silver hard. "But I'm not. However, Aaron didn't let himself see (be seen) often in the Malfoy Manor the next couple of years. In fact I just saw him at two times. First in the Christmas holidays in my second year and then last summer. He was the one who told Father to come to Voldemort with me and mother." Draco gazed at Harry thoughtfully. "You do remember that I told you in the train how we visited Voldemort, don't you? Well, we went there because we got a message from Aaron to meet us there."
He shook his head angrily. "To make it short, as were there Aaron sat on the armrest of Voldemort's stone throne, a welcoming grin on his face, but with cold calculating eyes. And before we could say anything he spoke." Draco let out a loud growl. "He demanded that father made (make) him the heir again. But not only that. He, too, wanted all of the Malfoy fortune and that he would be the new head of the house. First I couldn't believe what he was saying, he was my brother after all, but he meant it and he proofed it with every following word. He wanted everything that was my fathers."
And to get this he had to get rid of Lucius."
Harry's eyes widened. Did Draco mean what he thought? Get rid of Lucius Malfoy..
"I know what you think now, Harry." Draco grinned, but it was a hard grin. "And you're right. To get all that was my fathers it was Aaron's wish to kill my-and his-father, than just with his death everything would go over to the heir. And before even one of us could react, Aaron pointed his wand at my father and threw nothing else than the deadliest spell at him."
"Avada Kedavra." Harry whispered. The sick glowing of the spell came to his mind that he had just seen a few weeks ago as Cedric had died.
But...he had seen Lucius Malfoy.
How had he survived?
"Father just survived because of my mother." Draco continued with a lower voice, as if he had read Harry's thoughts. "Father and I stood stock still with shock, but she yelled a curse at the spell, causing it to explode, just a few feet before it reached her husband. And Aaron just laughed, still sitting beside Voldemort, who just sat there, watching everything with his cold red eyes."
Draco's hands clenched to fists. "Aaron laughed and the man who my father had worked for half of his life just watched. Father couldn't move, he was shocked and again Aaron pointed his wand, but this time at my mother, who stood beside him, her eyes glowing with a hate that I never had seen. And somehow I felt that she wouldn't survive this, that the next spell would kill her. And with a fear to loose her and a hate I never had felt in my life before, I yelled a curse at my brother, a flame curse." His voice died to a whisper. "He wasn't expecting this from me and so he hadn't a chance to save himself. The spell hit him and in seconds he stood in flames."
With a sigh Draco fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I really don't know what happened next. In one moment I heard the screams of my brother and the next I was in Malfoy Manor, crying in the arms of my mother, while father was busy to strengthen the wards and spells around the Manor."
Harry stared speechless at Draco. He felt his heart beating against his chest like crazy, because of fear, because of shock. This story was horrible. Somehow he wished he hadn't asked about what had happened last summer, who the hooded stranger was. Then he wouldn't have heard what Draco had gone through.
And he had thought he had had a bad summer, with his scar hurting him.
But this was...
"Don't pity me, Harry."
"What?" Harry blushed as he noticed Draco's eyes on him. "I don't pity you. I just didn't think that you could have such a bad experience. Your own brother trying to kill your father."
Draco shook his head and shifted until he lay beside Harry. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and gently tugged him to lie down. "Nobody can change what happened. First I had been shocked about what I had done to my own brother, but it didn't last long. When I wouldn't have done it he would have killed my parents and me. I couldn't let it happen. I've done the right thing. And even when I will have doubts about my doings someday," Draco buried his face into Harry's neck, "now I have you and as long as I have you, my doubts will never change into something that could bring me to suicide otherwise."
Harry felt his throat becoming dry. He heard Draco's words repeating in his head, over and over, even when the shallow breathing of the blond showed him that he had fallen asleep.
But Harry couldn't sleep. Slowly a terrifying picture started to appear in his head. The picture of Draco, laying on the ground in his the blood oozing out of the deep cuts in his wrists, dead silver eyes staring up at something only he could see.
Trembling Harry threw his arms around Draco beside him, holding onto him like to make sure that he was there. In his head Harry knew that Draco had captured him successfully with his last words that he wouldn't commit suicide as long Harry was with him, had known that he wouldn't leave him from fear to be guilty that someone would have died because of him. Like Cedric.
And in his head Harry was angry at Draco.
But his heart clenched painfully whenever the picture of the dead Draco came to his mind. He feared a world without the blond Slytherin.
Harry frowned, breathing in the herby scent of the sleeping Malfoy heir, while he felt his eyes closing in exhausting.
The fear of loosing someone.
Was this love?
Then the comforting darkness of sleep captured him and he knew nothing any more as he surrendered to sleep.
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Skilfully Aaron slipped out of Voldemort's arms. It was real work to escape the strong, nearly painfully grip of the Dark Lord, even when he was asleep. But Aaron had years of experience. And no intention to stay longer than needed in a bed with the older man, pressed against his naked body.
Streaks of Pain shoot through his body as he sat up. He ignored it. He was used to pain. And the pain caused from the brutal lovemaking with Voldemort was nothing against the pain that threaten to break out when he wasn't careful.
Knowing his way even in the darkness around him Aaron walked through the room, not bothering to look back at the sleeping Leader of all Death Eaters. He would see him soon enough again. But he did look at the books and other things scattered around the room-magical things from animal bones over potions in every colour to some mirrors standing or hanging on the wall. Voldemort was searching for every kind of magical things throughout the world and his room was one place where he gathered it all.
After awhile Aaron found what he was searching for.
A little vial, filled with dark purple liquid. The only thing to ease his pain made for him by Voldemort himself.
Not caring about the burning after taste Aaron swallowed the potion in one go-and let out a content sigh as immediately the pain started to ebb away. And even without looking he knew that now the scars would vanish from his body, leaving the pale skin perfect in its softness.
Aaron sighed satisfied and threw the empty vial over his shoulder, where it burst to pieces on the cold stone floor. He didn't care. One of the filthy house elves would clean it up.
He turned around. In his movement he saw his own reflection in the mirrors and he grinned. He was so perfect and beautiful. Slowly he let one of his hands glide down his chest and stomach, marvelling in the perfect build muscles. A moan escaped his throat as his hand reached his manhood.
Closing his eyes he wrapped his hand around it, gently starting to move it up and down, stimulating it. More moans escaped his mouth and he sped up the movements. This was better than every shag with Voldemort.
Behind his closed eyes the picture of the raven haired boy-Harry Potter- came to his mind and he imagined pushing into the lean body of his brothers bonded, imagined how the boy would scream in pain and passion with every hard push into his tight entrance.
With a last loud moan Aaron came, his cum shooting out on the ground from his stiff member.
"What a waste." A deep voice murmured from behind him, hot breath tingling his neck.
Aaron stiffened shortly, but then he grinned and turned around. There was just one person with an accent so hoorible. And just one person who could sneak up on him without him noticing.
And just one person he wouldn't kill because of it.
"I didn't know you are back."
The man returned the grin, his brown eyes twinkling with mirth. They danced over the nakedness of the blond before him. "I just came back. I have a message for our Lord, that's why I'm here. But I see," in a swift motion the eyes shifted to the still sleeping figure on the bed, "that he is asleep. Exhausted."
It isn't a question.
Aaron smirked. His own silver eyes rowed over the man before him, the only man he considered near a friend. He had earned his trust after many tries from Aaron to seduce him. But he had reclined and there he was the only one.
Reaching the broad shoulders he noticed that the travel robe he wore was wet, but not from just rain. A little white lump on the right shoulder was telling the real cause of the drenched appearance.
Snow.
"Where have you been to get wet by this?" He asked curiously, swatting the snow away from the cloth. He tried to sense a fragment of thought from the man. Where had Voldemort send him to?
The man smiled, ignoring- and blocking- his tries to read his mind and only shook his head, causing some drenched strands of brown hair to fly around his young face. He looked down at the melting snow lump.
"You know I can't tell you. Not first. You can listen when I tell it to our Lord. He will let you stay after all when I make my report. But I've heard you've visited your little brother." The man continued curiosity now in his eyes. He knew after all what had happened between Aaron and his family. "How was the meeting after all this weeks?"
Aaron laughed. "Oh, it was quite amusing. Little Draco found himself a little mate and it is no other than the Boy-who-lived."
For the first time since Aaron knew him, surprise appeared on the face of the man. He grinned.
"Let me tell you more." He said, taking one arm and dragging him out of the bedroom. Maybe he could tingle some information out of him after all.
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Harry Potter always was used to wake up early, to avoid any yelling from his Aunt Petunia or his Uncle Vernon if he would oversleep. But this time he woke up from the distant feeling of something warm lying on the naked skin of his belly. Warm and soft. And a little heavy. Not much, just so much like one of his middle thick school book would weigh.
Harry frowned with his eyes still closed. Dizzy he fought his way out of his sleepiness. Why would a book lay on him? And after all. A book wasn't warm, was it?
Maybe he just should open his eyes. Then he would see what it was. But he was so tired. Sleep was still calling to him. What was speaking against the thought of just falling to sleep again. Just a few minutes more.
As the warmness started to move all thoughts of sleep vanished from Harry. He tore his eyes open -and stared into little black eyes just inches away from his face.
\\ Morning, Harry Potter.\\ The snake hissed, ignoring the flinch that jolted the body of the boy under her.
Confused Harry stared at the snake. Was he dreaming?
That was the Black Adder he had seen in the cage before the shop in Diagon Alley. It was the same. He recognized the voice. But what was the Adder doing here, in Hogwarts, in his room, on his naked chest.
Stop. Naked chest?
Slowly Harry shifted his eyes down his body. His pyjama shirt was completely gone. He could feel the softness of the satin covers on his back and arms.
A furious blush heated his face the moment Harry's eyes reached the end of his figure and met the amused silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. He sat on the end of the bed, gladly already clad in his school uniform and robe.
"Finally awake, sleepy head?" The blond purred.
Harry could feel the heat spreading out on his face. He really should learn to have this under control. He couldn't blush every time Draco spoke to him with this sexy tone in his voice.
Harry groaned. No, not thinking about that.
"Morning." He mumbled, to both the snake and the boy. Then he moved his full attention to the snake. "Why are you here?"
The Adder opened her mouth wide, showing her white fangs. Harry suspected that it was her way to grin. \\ Your mate broughht me hhere. He found me laying on thhe ground in my caggge, whhere thhe explosssion had sssend me flying to, and gggave the man who caugghht me money.\\
Astonished Harry looked up at Draco. "You bought the snake? Why?"
Draco just shrugged. "I thought it would be a nice present for you. After all; when you can speak parsel, you should have a chance to use it. And this little fellow here," Draco bowed forward and carefully touched the black body of the Adder, "can protect you when I'm not with you."
"I don't need protection. I managed to protect myself since I'm young." Harry shook his head and slowly sat up, giving the snake the chance to slip down from his body. So now he had a snake. Just like Voldemort. "The last days I felt like a wimp when ever I had been with you, like somebody who can't protect himself. But I'm not."
Draco eyed him sceptical as Harry stood up from the bed. "You feel like a wimp just because you didn't fight enough against me and my doing with the bond? How did you want to react otherwise? Ignoring it? Fight against me with fists and wand, throwing spells and curses at me?"
"I don't know. But all will want me to react this way. They will expect it. After all, we were rivals for over four years and suddenly we are.friends when they return to Hogwarts. You have to admit that it sounds really unbelievable."
Harry's thoughts went to two special people. Ron and Hermione. He could just suspect how they would react.
Groaning under his breath Harry went to the bathroom. He needed a shower. Maybe he could even drown in the tub, so that he mustn't see the faces of his friends when they heard that he was engaged to no other than the Slytherin Ice Prince.
"I can give you the chance to tell it to you friends alone and when you want." Draco said behind him. Harry turned and saw him leaning against the door-case. And to his astonishment the Adder hung around his neck, eyeing him with glittering black eyes.
\\ Why ssshouldn't I? \\ The snake hissed, sensing his surprise. \\ He iss your mate.\\
Harry flushed. "Why do you think that?"
\\ He hass your sssmell on him. And you have hisss ssmell on you. That meansss you mussst be hisss mate.\\
Draco grinned as Harry's face flushed a bright red. "What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, sure. Well, what do you think from my suggestion?"
Harry turned away from the Slytherin. A chance to tell his friends alone and when he wanted to. That really sounds good in his ears.
"How much time do you give me?" He asked, turning on the water in the shower. "Just today or-"
"How about four days? I think this is time enough." Warm hands sneaked around Harry's waist, pulling him back against Draco's body.
Harry sighed and leaned back in the embrace, enjoying the feeling of security it caused. Who would have thought that he would find it in the arms of a Slytherin.
"For four days I will leave you alone." Draco whispered in his ear. "It will be hard not to be able to touch you, but I give you this chance to speak with your little Gryffindor fellows. But remember-when the days-at the morning of the fifth day- are over I will come back to you, if you have told them or not. Okay?"
Harry nodded and absentmindly caressed the lean body of the Adder which had used the closeness of the two boys to move onto his neck and shoulder. Four days should be enough for him. But how should he explain to Ron and Hermione what had happened. And-a faint blush spread out over Harry's cheeks-how should he explain that he didn't detest kissing Draco.
He didn't understand it himself. Not completely. He just knew that kissing Draco was..wonderful, sweet..He wasn't able to describe the feelings he had when kissing the Slytherin.
Draco stepped back from him, causing Harry to stumble slightly from the sudden absence of his body.
"You wanted to take a shower, didn't you?" Draco smirked as Harry threw him a puzzled look. "Go on, I will watch over your new little friend."
He reached out an arm and without hesitation the Adder wound herself up his arm. "Hurry or we miss breakfast."
Harry watched Draco leave the bathroom, before he turned to the shower. Draco had given him the chance to take his shower alone, without him trying to see him naked.
Blushing Harry stepped under the comforting warm water. Draco was showing him his naked body nearly every morning, but he respected Harry's privacy.
Sighing Harry hurried with the shower. He, too, was getting hungry. As he stepped out of the shower he found a complete garment of clothes lying on the desk beside the wash-basin. Draco must have come into the bathroom, again saving him from the embarrassment to leave the bath with just a towel around the waist.
Draco smiled at him once he left the bathroom, sitting on one of the beds with the snake around the neck.
"Ready?"
Harry nodded. "Thanks for the clothes."
Draco smirked and standing up he advanced on Harry, placing both arms around his waist. "No problem. I wanted to save you from fainting from embarrassment and me from pouncing on you if you had to walk just with a towel on you body before my eyes. But something else." He continued, his silver eyes glowing with mirth as Harry turned away his face. "Before we go to breakfast-or last for four days-I would like to know if you have come up for a name for the snake I gave you. She can't stay nameless."
//Somehow I spending more time with Draco's arms around me than standing alone.// Harry thought, looking at the Adder, which returned his look with her black ones.
A name.
"Do you have a name?" He asked her.
\\ No. Namess are jussst for humansss. But you can give me one if you like.\\
Harry shifted his eyes over her black and tan body, slung around Draco's pale neck. She really was beautiful. Surely she deserved a beautiful name. But which one?
He never had been good in giving names. He never had to. Never in his life at the Dursley's had he had a pet or any other thing that should be named- not even a Teddy. Hedwig was the first one he had given a name to.
And now to name a snake.
Uncertainly Harry bit his lip. This was more difficult he had thought it could be.
Suddenly a name came to his mind, from one moment to the other.
"What about this?" Harry called out. "Azula."
Draco raised one fine blond eyebrow. "Azula." He rolled the name on his tongue and listened to the sound of it. Then he smiled. "I like it. It sounds nice."
Harry grinned relieved. He didn't know where the name had come from, but he was glad that Draco liked it. Now just the Adder had to agree to it.
\\ Azzzula?\\ The snake hissed, as Harry told her. Her slender tongue slipped out of her mouth. \\ I thhink I like it.\\
Slowly she moved down Draco's shoulder until the first half of her body slung around Harry's neck. Her other half was still around the one of the blond and the more she moved, the more the muscles of her body forced Harry's face closer to Draco's.(When you find a better way to describe this please do)
Harry flushed as he found himself just inches from Draco, the breath of the taller boy tingling his dry lips softly. That he liked kissing Draco didn't mean that he was getting used to do such a thing with his former enemy.
The blond smirked and tightened his hold on Harry. "I think the snake-Azula- has a very good idea. I am more and more proud of myself that I bought her." He whispered, before his lips descended softly on Harry's.
Harry moaned and leaned into the kiss. The softness and tenderness of those lips.
Maybe he could explain after all why he liked kissing Draco.
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Around Midday Draco Malfoy found himself in the least place he wanted to be- the office of Professor Dumbledore.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy. Sit down." Dumbledore smiled. "Once you are seated we can begin."
Scowling Draco let his silver eyes sway over the many books and other stuff lined up at the walls or lying in the many shelves, as he sat down on the last free chair standing before the desk. One of five chairs standing in a line before the Headmaster.
The other four were already occupied with boys in his age.
He could really think of more appealing places he now wanted to be then sitting and talking to this old man. For example cuddling and kissing his life partner.
Slightly curious Draco shifted his eyes to the brunette boy sitting beside him, who returned his gaze smiling and with glowing grey eyes. Hadn't he seen him-
"It is a pleasure to see you again." The boy said.
One of Draco's eyebrows rose. Of course.
"You're this boy from Germany Harry and I met in Diagon Alley yesterday, after the explosion. Harald Brandner, wasn't it."
"Yes. It is an honour that you remember me." Harald hand flinched a little as if he wanted to reach out.
Draco sniffed and ignored his motion. As if he forgot a name he just had heard yesterday.
He moved his attention to the other boys, Harald's friends. He didn't get to look at them closely the day before with his worry over Harry's injuries and all. And his father always told him to look at new faces for one could never know if they would be friends or enemies.
The boy beside Harald was sitting completely relaxed in his chair, one leg draped over the other, and his eyes scanning the snoring former headmasters of Hogwarts in their paintings with interest. His red-blond hair was tied back to a ponytail, falling down onto the shoulders and his muggle clothes- Draco sneered seeing them-clung tight to his slight muscular body.
Draco grimaced. He could recognize a playboy when he saw him. But as long as this one kept his hands away from Harry, he could shag every one he wanted in Hogwarts. It wouldn't disturb Draco.
The two other boys beside the redhead were busy staring at the phoenix, sitting on his perch behind Dumbledore, returning their stares with calm dark eyes.
Draco frowned at them. It wasn't very polite to stare at someone like that even when it was just a bird. Not that he would consider a phoenix as just a bird-especially not Fawkes, who he knew had helped Harry a few times in the past.
He returned in checking the two boys out, ignoring the slight cough from Dumbledore.
Both had nearly the same build-not as muscular as the red blond and not as burly as Harald's- more slender, like Harry or himself. They even looked a bit like each other. The same dark blond hair with the same hair-style, very short.
But as they turned around he saw that their eyes were different. One had dark eyes, nearly black and out of the others face, light blue eyes returned his gaze.
"Hello." The one with the blue eyes said, grinning at him. And soon his eyes wandered over Draco's body.
"Boys, may I have your attention for a few moments?"
Everyone looked at the Headmaster.
"Very good." Dumbledore lay his hands together. "Mr Malfoy, I'm sure you are curious why I send for you?" He addressed Draco, who just nodded. "Well, first of all I should tell you who these boys are. The one beside you, you know already I heard. Then comes Mr Alexander Lange", he nodded at the boy with the red-blond hair, "and Mr Christian and Mr Joseph Weiss. They are cousins. And this gentleman before me is Mr Draco Malfoy." He said, introducing Draco.
Draco smirked at the boys as they looked at him curiously. Except this Harald Brandner. His eyes were on him since he had entered the office.
"Well Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore continued, "you received the letter where stood that you are now one of the prefects for your house, haven't you." Draco nodded. That really hadn't been a surprise. Who except from him could be prefect of Slytherin after all.
"These young men are students from the Private German school Loreley, who will stay with us for a year, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore explained, smiling at every one through his beard. "For them four of our students have gone to Germany, one of each house. From your house it is Mr Blaise Zabini."
Draco scowled. That was new to him. Blaise was the only one he considered a friend in Slytherin. Why hadn't he said anything?
"For that one from every house has gone, every one of these boys will come in a different house. And we come to why I called you here, Mr Malfoy."
Dumbledore placed his hands flat on his desk and looked at Draco with a strange satisfied smile on his lips that at once awoke Draco's mistrust.
"It will be the job of the prefects to look over these boys in the beginning of the year, until they have got used to Hogwarts. And because you are the only prefect already here, I would ask you to show them around until the Hogwarts Express will come in this evening."
Draco had to fight the sudden anger boiling up in him. He had to show these boys around on his last day with Harry?!
"You can take Harry with you when you show them everything." Dumbledore added hurriedly, seeing the anger in the silver eyes. "And I would like to see that you start now. It is already around midday. You can begin with leading them to the Great Hall. Dinner should be ready."
Draco could recognize a dismissal when he heard it. In a bad mood he stood up and marched out of the office without looking if the four germans followed him.
It was no wonder that his father hated this old fool. The more years were going by the more Draco understood his father. And he couldn't understand how Harry could like and follow this man. He was a manipulating fool who loved it to take advantage of every other fool who stood on his site.
Draco was lucky that he didn't belong to this group. He would rather die than follow Dumbledore and he would make sure that Harry saw behind the friendly mask of the Headmaster.
"Say, this Harry, that the Headmaster mentioned-is it Harry Potter?"
Draco flinched at the voice, tearing him out of his thoughts.
The Red-blond haired boy-Alexander-grinned at him, ignoring the anger in the silver eyes. He widened the steps of his long legs until he walked beside the blond Slytherin.
"You know, I would love to meet the famous boy-who-lived. I mean personally. I saw him yesterday in Diagon Alley, but there we all were covered in this dust from the destroyed building and I didn't get a good look at him." His grin widened. "Though what I saw there hitched up my curiosity much more."(I don't think this sounds right. If you can make it better, please do so.) (I think its fine)
Draco's hands clenched to fists and he needed all his self-control to hold himself back from hitting the other boy.
// How dare he looking at ,my' Harry.//
"You know, Harry Potter is very famous, not just here in his homeland, but in every other country, too. And the main reason why I volunteered for coming here to study was the possibility to meet Potter."
Draco swallowed a growl and hurried along the hallway as fast as he could without running. But the German boy stayed by his site.
"Do you know my other reason why I came here?" Alexander asked, winking as Draco threw him a short look. "I came here to test if the boys and girls here in Hogwarts can be compared with the ones in Germany. ,You' know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Draco stopped dead in his pace as light-green eyes began to scan his body in an approving way.
"Oh, I know what you mean. But I have some news for you." Draco growled, not bothering to hide the distaste and anger in his voice and eyes. The other boy flinched as the look out of hard silver eyes hit him. "You can shag everybody you want in this school, it won't bother me. But don't try your clumsy flirt with me or Harry Potter. He is mine and when I see your hands on him-"
"Draco."
All five boys flinched and turned around in the same moment.
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\\ Thiss really tasstess good.\\
"Thank you. I made it myself."
Harry grinned as he watched the Black Adder and Dobby. Azula had curled her body around a bowl that the houseelf had placed on the table before her and licked at the yellow-white liquid in it with enthusiasm. Harry didn't know what it was, but his new friend liked it obviously.
What he was amazed about, was, that Dobby could understand what the Adder was hissing. He always had thought that only people who spoke parsel could speak with snakes-like himself and Voldemort. But the house elf had informed him, that it was the ability of the houseelfs to speak-or at least understand-every language, for they never knew which master they had to serve.
Harry suspected that it had something to do with their natural ability to do magic.
"Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry looked up-and smiled as he saw Dobby standing before him, a large tablet in his hands that was bigger than him, loaded with delicious looking sandwiches, that caused Harry's stomach to growl loudly with hunger.
Harry blushed. The house elves though smiled brightly and hurried around the kitchen to prepare more food.
Before Dobby could hurry away, too, Harry reached out a hand and held him back.
"Dobby, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Harry Potter, sir." Dobby straightened the bright red pullover he wore. "Dobby will always help you, sir."
"Thanks, Dobby."
Carefully Harry pushed the tablet further away on the table. He could eat later. Now he had to know something first.
"Dobby, I suppose you know already about the new relationship between me and Draco Malfoy."
Dobby's large ears sunk down. Harry felt pity as he saw the fear in the huge eyes. Even when Dobby was now free, Harry knew that he still feared the Malfoy's, he served for so long.
"Yes, Dobby knows, sir. And Dobby knows that it isn't Harry Potter's fault. It was the young Master Malfoy who tricked him." Restlessly Dobby pulled on his fingers, one after another. Harry winced because of the noises this made. "But Harry Potter must not fear. Dobby will always be there for him."
"Thanks, Dobby. And you must not fear the Malfoy's any more. I will not let them hurt you. But I wanted to ask you something else."
Harry hesitated. Should he really ask Dobby? He had promised Draco not to tell any one, but on the other side, Dobby had worked for the Malfoy's many years.
"Dobby, I want to know..Do you know Aaron Malfoy?"
Dobby winced visibly and backed away, his eyes huge with fear.
"Ma..master Aaron? Yes, Dobby knows." The little houseelf stuttered, nervously playing with his hands. "But not much. Master Aaron never stayed long at home, always stayed in school when while holidays. Though when he was there, he never treated us House elves nicely, not he didn't. But in that he wasn't different from the other Members of the family. Harry Potter, sir."
Harry flinched as Dobby suddenly jumped forward and grabbed his hands tightly, his eyes glowing frantically. "Dobby will not let any of the Malfoy's hurt you, sir. Dobby will protect you, sir. Dobby will protect you, like he has at the end of second year, as Master Lucius wanted to kill Harry Potter. Dobby promises, sir."
It took Harry awhile to soothe Dobby after his emotional breakdown, and while he stayed in the huge kitchen of Hogwarts, he never again mentioned the Malfoy's. When he was true to himself, had Dobby's outburst scared him a bit, as is promise to protect. He was the second in this new school year who had made such a promise to him. And he suspected that he wouldn't be the last. When he thought about what he had to tell his friends about Draco and him-surely there would be many more who would want to protect him.
And Ron would surely be the first.
Was he really so weak looking that everyone thought he needed protection?
After some sandwiches, a piece of cake and lots of fresh orange juice, Harry left the kitchen, his mind heavy with thoughts.
Dobby's fear from Aaron Malfoy had been clear to see. And that meant that Draco hadn't lied to him. All things he had said were true.
\\ Whhatcchh out, you will walk againsst thhe wall.\\
Harry blinked-and stopped just inches from the stonewall. He hadn't noticed that he had reached the curve(???) of the hallway.
"Thanks, Azula." Harry sighed and petted the snake hanging around his neck. Was it just his imagination or weigh she now more, after her breakfast? The muscles started aching under her constant weigh.
Azula shortly slipped her tongue tenderly over his skin, causing goose- bumps to appear.
\\ No problem. But whhat were you thhinking about, thhat you nearly walk againsst a wall?\\
Harry turned away from the wall. It was time to meet Draco in the Great Hall. He had promised to be there for dinner.
"It's Dobby and his fear from Draco's older brother. I had thought, maybe Draco had just told me his kind of view, that he darkened the story a bit, because he hates his brother. But Dobby-alone the thought from Aaron Malfoy had scared him so much."
\\ I, too, met thhiss man you call Aaron.\\
The black Adder curled her body more comfortable around the boy's neck, ignoring Harry's astonished look.
\\ I ssaw hhim, sshhortly before I sspoke to you. Hhe sstood besside my ccagge and looked at you and I felt wavvess of hhate emanating from hhim. I don't need to know hhim, to know thhat hhe iss a bad persson. You hhave to watcchh out for hhim. In ssome wayss hhe meanss more dangger thhan thhe Dark Lord. Hhe iss able to do thhings Voldemort wouldn't.\\
A shudder ran down Harry's spine. More danger than Voldemort? Able to do things that even Voldemort wouldn't dare to do?
That weren't good prospects for the future. Somehow he felt that this year would be a lot harder and more dangerously than all the years before.
Maybe he did need the protection from all of his friends after all, if he wanted to survive this year.
His friends-and Draco.
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Well, chapter is over again. I really hope you liked it.
For those who want to know: Loreley is a place in Germany. It is a curve from our greatest river, the Rhein. A legend says, that a beautiful woman once sat on a rock in the river, at this curve, and sung with her wonderful voice.
Now to the questions, once again. First: you all read that Draco is giving Harry four days where he can tell his friends about his bonding with the younger Malfoy. Now I want you to decide what happens:
Harry manages it to tell his friends alone, without help from anyone.
B) Harry don't find the words to explain it and the four days are going by and Draco comes back to him
Harry and Draco are getting caught in a -well, let us say in a romantic situation- by his friends before the four days are over
Well, it is your decision. But that aren't the only questions. Here some more. Do you want a Hermione/Ron relationship? I have something in mind for Hermione, but that wouldn't stop love between those two.
I think that was it. Even when I'm sure I forgot something.
Warnings: This story contains slash, means boy/boy love. So, don't like don't read.
A/N: I'm really sorry. Please believe me. I never wanted to let you wait so long for the next chapter. I don't even have a good apologize. This whole summer was cursed for me and then this and that happened...sigh...at just haven't found the time. I'm sorry.
To let you know how sorry I am: I have written a little short story for you. Read it if you want to.
And I'm so happy about every review I received from you. Now I have 225. I can't believe it. Thank you. I love you all.
Now something different. As always: at the end of the story there are new questions for you to answer.
The important question from last time is answered like this:
THERE WILL BE NO MALEPREGNACY IN THIS STORY.
I looked at every review and even when there were a lot who wanted it I decided against it. I don't want to loose any reader. So, those who were against it, don't worry. There will be no MPreg. But you have to live with it-or not-that the possibility of a male pregnancy will be mentioned. And one time in the next chapter Draco will talk about the possibility that Harry can get pregnant because of the bond, but it will not happen. Don't worry.
For all those who wanted MPreg: I'm thinking about making a sequel.
But now enough talk. Here is the story. Have fun.
Thanks to my reader prettypixie. You will know why.
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Chapter 11: Friend or Foe: Returning of old friends
His feet made no sound on the thick carpet as he sneaked across the dark room. The only sounds came from the sleeping person on the second bed, light breathing.
Harry stopped as he reached the bed and looked down at Draco's figure. The blond Slytherin had pushed his blanket half down his body, exposing his naked body to the waist. No matter how Harry had begged him to put on his pyjama, Draco still insisted on sleeping naked. And in two weeks Harry had get used to it-nearly.
As he now looked at the exposed pale skin, Harry felt the familiar blush rose again. But this time he didn't look away.
Carefully, to not move the bed to much, Harry sat down on the mattress, his gaze lingering on Draco. His eyes wandered over his face, relaxed in sleep, some fringes hanging down onto the brow.
//Draco looks so peaceful in his sleep.// Harry thought and before he could stop himself he lifted a hand and brushed the fringes away, his fingers marvelling in the softness of the blond hair a moment longer.
"What am I doing here?" Harry found himself whispering. Astonished he watched his own finger sweeping down Draco's face featherlike, over the elegant nose and the soft curve of the mouth that he had tasted so much already and down the neck over the slightly rounded chin.
On the neck his hand came to a rest, laying flat on the skin so that he felt the soothing pounding of his pulse under the skin.
Harry's own pulse was running like mad, he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears so loud, that he was sure that Draco would wake up from it. And he didn't know why.
Harry raised his head and looked across the room to his own abandoned bed. He so wished to sleep, but he couldn't. After the good night kiss he had given Draco, he had thought that he could sleep peacefully until the morning. But sleep hadn't come to him. For hours he had tossed and turned in his bed, his head full of questions he couldn't erase.
"I can't sleep with all the answers I need."
Harry looked back down at Draco. His hand had found a place on his chest, over his heart, even when Harry couldn't remember how he had moved it. Now Draco's heartbeat pounded against the palm of his hand, a steady, soothing rhythm.
A sudden urge overcame Harry, an urge he didn't want to fight against. Not this time. Slowly and carefully he shifted, bowing down until his head lay on Draco's chest, beside his hand. Shortly he flinched at the feeling of Draco's warm skin against his own, but then he relaxed. Draco's heartbeat sounded loudly in his ear, soothing him. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in the soft herb scent from the skin beneath him. Draco's warmness was so much better than a blanket and even with Draco's arms not around him, Harry felt the safeness he always felt when the Slytherin hugged him.
"I think I could easily fall asleep here." Harry murmured. He turned his head to look at Draco's face again-and was greeted with a pair of soft silver eyes looking back at him.
Harry winced and tried to jump up, but strong arms caught him before he even managed to straighten, and pulled him back against Draco's chest.
Harry sighed and relaxed. "How long are you awake?"
Draco smiled and raised a hand to weave it through Harry's raven black hair. "I woke up the moment you touched me." A smirk appeared on Draco lips and he winked. "I will always wake up when you touch me, because it could mean that you want to have a little fun."
Harry blushed. When he had touched him?
"Don't be embarrassed." Draco whispered. "Your touch is very soft and I don't mind being touched by you."
Harry closed his eyes, saying nothing. He wouldn't tell Draco that he, too, had enjoyed touching the pale body of the Slytherin. Not when he wasn't sure why he had enjoyed it so much. This couldn't just be the awkward teenagers' hormones. Harry never had felt the urge to touch a boy in this way, he had been absolutely sure that he wasn't after boys at all. Wouldn't he have felt something for Ron if he were?
Harry frowned. And what about his feelings for Cho? When he was honest to himself he had to admit, that he hadn't thought much about the Ravenclaw seeker the last few weeks. Did that mean that he wasn't in love with her after all?
What about his feelings in fourth year? Every time he had seen her his heart had started to run wild in his chest and he hadn't been able to voice a single word. That was love, wasn't it?
Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Draco, eyebrows knitted together in thought. Draco returned his gaze questiongly, but he ignored it. He was busy comparing his feelings for Cho with the ones for the Slytherin, the ones he didn't understand.
Slowly he lifted a hand and touched Draco's cheek. The skin was soft and warm under his fingertips. And warm where the silver eyes, watching Harry with a tenderness in them that caused his heart to stumble a bit as he saw it. Had there ever been a person in his life who had looked at him in this way?
He sighed. "Why isn't there a book about feelings and what they mean. I'm sure I am the only boy in the whole world, muggle or wizard, who has no idea about the whole love thing."
Draco chuckled-and with a swift motion rolled Harry around until he lay on top of the shorter boy.
Harry flushed at the feeling of Draco's weight pressing him down onto the mattress.
"I can assure you, you're not the only one with this problem." Draco nearly purred. "If you believe me or not, I had the same problems as I discovered that my hate for had been replaced by another feeling, which I couldn't explain first. But I must admit that I had my mother to help me sort it out."
"When did you discover that you love me?" Harry whispered, caught in the beautiful silver eyes above him.
Draco smiled. "It was not love at first sight as you know-I hated you like you hated me-and it didn't hit me like a bolt. It came slowly on silent feet and finally, in the middle of the fourth year, I found that I had feelings for my rival, totally opposite from hate. First I tried to ignore it and teased and insulted you and your friends even more, but that didn't work." The blond chuckled at the memory. "I even can tell you the exact day where I found out about my feelings. It was on the Ball before Christmas. As I saw you I knew it suddenly. You looked so beautiful and I needed all my self-control not to grab you and kiss you in front of all people."
The smile was replaced by an almost dreamy expression. "So I decided to make you mine. Of course, it took a bit to convince my father to allow me using the old Malfoy bond on you. But after what happened in summer..."
Draco's voice faltered and died. Harry stared up at him, at his eyes which now bore a faraway look, as if he looked at someone or something else. Harry wondered what had happened in summer that Lucius Malfoy had changed his mind about his only sons wish to bond with Harry.
"Draco?"
Draco blinked as Harry touched his cheek.
"Draco, what happened in summer?" Harry whispered, letting his hand linger on the soft cheek. "What did Voldemort do to you and your family that you now want to fight against him? Why.."
Draco shook his head. Steadying himself on one elbow, he reached up and captured Harry's hand in his. "That are questions I can't answer you, yet. But only because I want to protect you. I always want to protect you."
Harry let out a deep sigh. He looked at his hand entwined with Draco's, lying beside his head on the pillow. "You cannot protect me from everything. I need to do this myself. But when you don't want to tell me more about last summer, tell me at least more about the bond. I have the feeling your parents didn't tell me everything."
Chuckling Draco rolled onto his back, down from Harry. Harry felt a strange feeling of lost without the warm body of the blond Slytherin, but he pushed the thought away and shifted onto his side to look at Draco's face. He didn't want to think about his feelings, when he finally got a few more answers.
"It's typical for a Malfoy not to tell the whole truth. I think that's part of being a Malfoy. We are born with it it seems. But you're right. What you know is not all. So tell me what you know so that I can see if you understand everything."
Harry frowned slightly. He thought back to the day before, when Narcissa Malfoy had told him about the bond.
"The bond can't be removed. You're able to sense where I am and what I feel and I can learn that, too. Because of the bond, we share what your father called natural protection against magic."
Harry lowered his hand with whom he had counted his knowledge about the bond. "That's all. Is there much more to come?"
"No." Draco shook his head. "Not much. There is just one more thing."
Draco turned on his side, facing Harry. He slung an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him closer until they were touching from chest to foot. "First, I must confess that I lied to you. I said that the bond will (would) vanish when I die, but that isn't right. It will never vanish, and when I die you will die, too. When I die you die, when you die I will die. We are connected for eternity."
Harry's green eyes widened. Draco felt his body stiffen and tightened his grip to prevent him from backing away from him. "I know, I had to tell you this earlier, but I.."
A soft hand gently being placed over his mouth stopped him from saying more.
"You're an idiot, Draco Malfoy. Why did you do such a stupid thing? You know that I must fight Voldemort and the chance for me to win against him isn't very good. Why do you want such a short life?"
Harry withdrew his hand. His palm tingled slightly from the warmth of Draco's lips.
"I wanted you. I didn't think. And about your fight against Voldemort," Draco shook his head, "remember that you aren't alone, Harry. There are lots of people who will fight against the Dark Lord; it's not alone your duty."
With a sigh Harry sat up. "Sometimes it feels like the whole world is lying on my shoulders. And you know that there are many people who expect me to repeat the wonder I performed years ago when I was just a child. Of course, this was before last school year." Harry drew up his legs and placed his arms around his knees. "Now everybody thinks I'm the bad guy."
Draco looked at the huddled figure of the boy he loved. He looked so lost and far away, even when he was just sitting inches from him.
"Harry.."
Draco sat up and again slung his arms around Harry. He loved it to feel him so near.
"Don't think about those people. They are not important." He whispered in his ear. A shudder ran through Harry's body as he nipped slightly on his earlope and Draco grinned.
Slowly and carefully he pushed Harry down until he lay on his back. Harry blinked up at him.
"Just think about us." Draco continued, his eyes locked with Harry's as he hovered over him, his body just inches from the boy under him.
Harry felt a tingling feeling in his stomach and he swallowed. "Is there an us?" He croaked, biting his bottom lip to hold down a moan, as Draco shortly pressed down on him. How they had landed by this again, he wondered.
"Can't there be?" Draco answered, letting go of Harry's gaze to place a lingering kiss on the tender skin of his neck. He smiled as Harry drew in a sharp breath and redoubled his effort.
This time Harry couldn't hold back a moan as he felt Draco's tongue and teeth nipping at his skin, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. How could this feel so good?
"Damn." Harry moaned again and unconsciously pushed against Draco's body above him.
Draco smiled satisfied and licked a last time at the hickey on the slightly tanned skin.
"There, another mark, Harry."
Harry scowled at him. "Don't you think one is enough?"
"Um, no?"
"Draco!" Harry yelped as Draco placed another bite on his neck, hard enough to leave another hickey, inches from the other.
Grinning Draco looked into Harry's narrowed eyes, aware of the pleasure Harry felt. It was like a pleasantly warm stream, joining with his own.
"So, can't there be an us?" He repeated, slipping his hand under Harry's pyjama to feel the soft skin of his belly. He smirked as Harry sucked in his stomach in surprise at the touch. "Answer me, Harry."
Harry felt his face heated up under Draco's intense gaze. He swallowed. "Maybe." He answered whispering. "But it depends on you. I can't be with someone I don't trust completely and I can't trust you..."
"..until I tell you everything." Draco ended the sentence. He sighed, all energy gone and Harry gasped as he lay down on him, his body covering his own, burying his face in the pillow beside his head.
"I know you will not tell me." Harry said, hesitantly placing his arms around Draco. The weight of the Slytherin made it difficult to breathe, but at the same time it felt so good. He felt Draco's heartbeat against his own, just separated from the layers of skin and flesh.
"I will tell you." Draco interrupted him, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"I will tell you who the hooded stranger is and what I have to do with him. His name is...Aaron. Aaron Malfoy. And he is my older brother."
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Lazily the hooded man strolled through the hall, ignoring the whispering from the other people lined up at the cold, naked stonewalls. The only decoration was a green carpet in the middle of the ground, leading from the two-leafed oak door to the other side of the hall.
It amused him that nobody except him was using the carpet. All avoided stepping on it. And all where looking at him with hidden astonishment and jealousy that he had the courage-or stupidity-to walk on it to their master.
He smirked and lifted his gaze to the man, sitting on a stone seat at the back wall. He didn't look different from the last time he had seen him, all those years ago.
The black hair, the handsome face, the slightly muscular body under that black robe, the large but slender hands that gripped the armrests tightly.
The stranger's grin widened. The only difference this time-now he, himself, was no child anymore. He was an adult now and had learned many things.
Red eyes, blazing with anger, rose from the shivering figure on the ground before him as he reached the stone seat that looked more like a throne.
"What do you find so amusing, Aaron?" Voldemort growled, his voice sounding through the hall.
Aaron smirked and closed the last distance to the Dark Lord with a few elegant movements, making sure that everybody could see the slender body under his robe. He felt slight triumph as he saw the red eyes shifting to his body, especially to his hips. The lust in those eyes was easy to read.
Yes, this time he would control the game.
"I'm amused because of you, my Lord." Brushing Voldemorts leg with his Aaron sat down on one armrest. "I could sense your anger even outside the door. What caused it?"
Voldemort let out a disgusted snort and pointed at the man crouching before his feet. Aaron avoided looking at him. He knew who it was. Peter Pettigrew, the man who had brought the Dark Lord back to live. And the man who had betrayed the Potter's 15 years ago.
For Aaron there was no one who was as disgusting as the little man who had spend half of his life living from other people's pity. All he could was betraying (all he could do was betray) and Aaron was sure that he would betray his master when it was for his own good.
"And what did Wormtail do now?" "I send him to Hogwarts to bring an offer to the mudblood loving Headmaster. Not that I would have kept what I offered in it, I just wanted Wormtail to bring a message to my spy there. But do you know what information Wormtail brought back to me?"
Aaron looked into the red eyes before him, keeping his calmness, even when a laugh was fighting its way out of him. It wouldn't be a good idea to laugh into the Dark Lord's face.
"What?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I think you now what I mean. And I know that you had this information before Wormtail."
"When you mean the thing with the bond, yes I knew it before your servant." Aaron ignored the dark look shooted his way. "And I knew it before him, because I paid my little brother a visit in his rooms. There I saw it with my own eyes. The old Malfoy bond on your long time nemesis, Harry Potter."
New whispers broke out in the hall. All had heard at least one time from the Bond the Malfoy's placed on their mates.
"My little brother Draco has matured very much in the summer since my parents left your side." Aaron continued, smirking. He reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing his light blond hair falling loose onto his shoulders. "In fact, he comes after me, I would say. But his bonded isn't that bad either. I wouldn't push him from my bed, in fact I would love it (love to)to show him some moves."
Voldemort growled, hate emanating from him like a wave. "Do what you want to him; I just want to see him dead in the end. And I want to see your family dead, all of them. They betrayed me and nobody betrays Lord Voldemort off unpunished."
Aaron smirked and leaned back. He couldn't care less what Voldemort did with his family, but now with the permission of the Dark Lord, he could have a little fun with his brother's mate.
He looked down at his hands clad in the black leather gloves and all amusement vanished out of his silver eyes.
Even with this protection, he could feel the pain wanting to break out.
"For this you will pay, my dear brother." Aaron hissed.
A pair of hands gripped him tightly around his upper arm, pulling him out of his thoughts. He grinned as he looked up and met red eyes, filled with lust and skilfully he climbed into Voldemort's lap, facing him.
"What do you wish?" He purred, placing his arms around the neck of the older man and grounding his hip onto Voldemort's under him. He smiled as his answer was a low growl and hands tearing at his clothes.
Yes, now he was the master of their little game.
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Harry laid (lay) petrified, his arms around Draco's body. Draco's words still echoed in his ears, but he couldn't believe what he had heard.
"What?" He croaked.
Draco sighed and pushed himself up and away from Harry. "The name of the hooded stranger his Aaron Malfoy," he repeated, "and he is my older brother."
Harry blinked. His brother? But that couldn't be.
"Why do you suddenly have a brother? All are sure that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy just have one son."
Draco sneered lightly and looked down on Harry, his silver eyes dark. "All are wrong. I should know it, shouldn't I? I have a brother. He is six years older than me and he wasn't here in Hogwarts, that is why nobody except the some teachers know from (know of him) him. My father send (sent) him to Durmstrang."
The dark eyes shifted away and Harry was glad for it. He didn't like seeing this hate in Draco.
Slowly he sat up. Draco was looking at something only he could see.
"What happened between your brother and you?" Harry asked after a few moments, where they just sat in silence. "You hate him, but why? He is your brother."
"Having a brother doesn't mean that he will never do something that hurt you, Harry." Draco answered murmuring, still not looking at Harry.
Harry felt a shiver run down his body, as he heard the coldness in his voice. It was the voice Draco always had used to speak with him, four years long, and it strangely hurt to hear it again.
"My brother did something that hurt not just me, but my whole family. But before I tell you what he did you must promise me something, Harry. Promise me that you will never tell anyone what you will hear now."
Harry stared at Draco. The blond Slytherin still was sitting with half his back to Harry, gazing into the darkness of the room. For the first time since he had met him again, Draco wasn't looking at him while he spoke, were the silver eyes not to see.
Harry hesitated, but then he reached one hand out and gently forced Draco's head around.
Silver eyes widened in astonishment as soft lips covered his own in a short kiss.
"I promise I won't tell any one." Harry whispered with his lips tingling. "Not even my friends and you know: Gryffindor's always stand by their words."
Draco sighed. "That's right."
He drew in a deep breath and finally turned to look at Harry. "Aaron was born just a few months after my parents finished Hogwarts and married. Father was really proud. He had just joined Voldemort as a Death Eater and already had the wished heir for the Malfoy family." Draco's mouth turned to a lopsided grin. "I think I'm the first to say that I have been spoiled all my life, but Aaron had been spoiled more than me. Everything he wanted my parents got him and I mean everything. And then, on his sixth birthday- mother had been pregnant with me-Aaron met Voldemort for the first time."
The grin vanished out of Draco's face, leaving his eyes bare of any emotion as he looked past Harry. "Even Father doesn't know what exactly happened between those two. They were alone in his room, Voldemort demanded it. But after it Voldemort took Aaron with him as he left Malfoy Manor and Aaron went on his own free will with the Dark Lord."
He shook his head, blond strands dancing around his face. "As you can imagine my parents were shocked. They wanted Aaron back with them, but it was their own son that refused to come with them. And as Father tried to get him back by force, Voldemort cursed him so that he had to lie in the hospital for days."
"Voldemort took their child and nevertheless your parents stayed with him?" Harry asked confused.
Draco nodded and his eyes found Harry's again. "Father told me that he had feared Voldemort would take me, too, when they would betray him and after all, he didn't know why Aaron decided to stay with the Dark Lord. So he continued being the loyal Death Eater. The next part of the story you know. Over a year after my birth-and Aaron's decision-the Voldemort visited your parents," Draco lifted a hand and touched Harry's scar gently, "and something in you caused the deadly spell to reflect back to the one who spoke it." (I would go over this paragraph carefully)
Harry swallowed. "Professor Dumbledore explained that it was my mother's sacrefy that saved me." He croaked, for the first time telling someone what it had been, that had saved him all those years ago.
"Old magic. Sometimes old magic is stronger than every spell. The bond is old magic, too. Well," Draco withdrew his hand from Harry, "after the first panic had settled my father went to Voldemort's hideout and gathered Aaron. He was fine and well, but full of anger and hate that the Dark Lord was gone. He was even more upset than any other Death Eater and as he grew up, these feelings didn't vanish. In fact, they seem to grow with every year that passed. My parents didn't recognize him, he wasn't their little boy any more and because mother couldn't stand seeing this change in him, father sends him to Durmstrang, instead of Hogwarts. And he made me his heir, until Aaron would tell him what happened between him and Voldemort."
"What a (kind of) brother was he?" Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. "I didn't know him that well. Mother kept him away from me and because of that I can't say if he was a good brother or not or that I had been that sad as he went. I just can say that I felt a bit uneasy the short times when I was with him. But, let me continue. In the following years I didn't see that much of my older brother. Even in summer he stayed at Durmstrang and just father, and sometimes mother, went to visit him. And after he finished school he went on a lot of journeys. Few even know that he lives and because of that so many think that I'm Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy's only son."
Draco's narrowed the silver hard. "But I'm not. However, Aaron didn't let himself see (be seen) often in the Malfoy Manor the next couple of years. In fact I just saw him at two times. First in the Christmas holidays in my second year and then last summer. He was the one who told Father to come to Voldemort with me and mother." Draco gazed at Harry thoughtfully. "You do remember that I told you in the train how we visited Voldemort, don't you? Well, we went there because we got a message from Aaron to meet us there."
He shook his head angrily. "To make it short, as were there Aaron sat on the armrest of Voldemort's stone throne, a welcoming grin on his face, but with cold calculating eyes. And before we could say anything he spoke." Draco let out a loud growl. "He demanded that father made (make) him the heir again. But not only that. He, too, wanted all of the Malfoy fortune and that he would be the new head of the house. First I couldn't believe what he was saying, he was my brother after all, but he meant it and he proofed it with every following word. He wanted everything that was my fathers."
And to get this he had to get rid of Lucius."
Harry's eyes widened. Did Draco mean what he thought? Get rid of Lucius Malfoy..
"I know what you think now, Harry." Draco grinned, but it was a hard grin. "And you're right. To get all that was my fathers it was Aaron's wish to kill my-and his-father, than just with his death everything would go over to the heir. And before even one of us could react, Aaron pointed his wand at my father and threw nothing else than the deadliest spell at him."
"Avada Kedavra." Harry whispered. The sick glowing of the spell came to his mind that he had just seen a few weeks ago as Cedric had died.
But...he had seen Lucius Malfoy.
How had he survived?
"Father just survived because of my mother." Draco continued with a lower voice, as if he had read Harry's thoughts. "Father and I stood stock still with shock, but she yelled a curse at the spell, causing it to explode, just a few feet before it reached her husband. And Aaron just laughed, still sitting beside Voldemort, who just sat there, watching everything with his cold red eyes."
Draco's hands clenched to fists. "Aaron laughed and the man who my father had worked for half of his life just watched. Father couldn't move, he was shocked and again Aaron pointed his wand, but this time at my mother, who stood beside him, her eyes glowing with a hate that I never had seen. And somehow I felt that she wouldn't survive this, that the next spell would kill her. And with a fear to loose her and a hate I never had felt in my life before, I yelled a curse at my brother, a flame curse." His voice died to a whisper. "He wasn't expecting this from me and so he hadn't a chance to save himself. The spell hit him and in seconds he stood in flames."
With a sigh Draco fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I really don't know what happened next. In one moment I heard the screams of my brother and the next I was in Malfoy Manor, crying in the arms of my mother, while father was busy to strengthen the wards and spells around the Manor."
Harry stared speechless at Draco. He felt his heart beating against his chest like crazy, because of fear, because of shock. This story was horrible. Somehow he wished he hadn't asked about what had happened last summer, who the hooded stranger was. Then he wouldn't have heard what Draco had gone through.
And he had thought he had had a bad summer, with his scar hurting him.
But this was...
"Don't pity me, Harry."
"What?" Harry blushed as he noticed Draco's eyes on him. "I don't pity you. I just didn't think that you could have such a bad experience. Your own brother trying to kill your father."
Draco shook his head and shifted until he lay beside Harry. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and gently tugged him to lie down. "Nobody can change what happened. First I had been shocked about what I had done to my own brother, but it didn't last long. When I wouldn't have done it he would have killed my parents and me. I couldn't let it happen. I've done the right thing. And even when I will have doubts about my doings someday," Draco buried his face into Harry's neck, "now I have you and as long as I have you, my doubts will never change into something that could bring me to suicide otherwise."
Harry felt his throat becoming dry. He heard Draco's words repeating in his head, over and over, even when the shallow breathing of the blond showed him that he had fallen asleep.
But Harry couldn't sleep. Slowly a terrifying picture started to appear in his head. The picture of Draco, laying on the ground in his the blood oozing out of the deep cuts in his wrists, dead silver eyes staring up at something only he could see.
Trembling Harry threw his arms around Draco beside him, holding onto him like to make sure that he was there. In his head Harry knew that Draco had captured him successfully with his last words that he wouldn't commit suicide as long Harry was with him, had known that he wouldn't leave him from fear to be guilty that someone would have died because of him. Like Cedric.
And in his head Harry was angry at Draco.
But his heart clenched painfully whenever the picture of the dead Draco came to his mind. He feared a world without the blond Slytherin.
Harry frowned, breathing in the herby scent of the sleeping Malfoy heir, while he felt his eyes closing in exhausting.
The fear of loosing someone.
Was this love?
Then the comforting darkness of sleep captured him and he knew nothing any more as he surrendered to sleep.
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Skilfully Aaron slipped out of Voldemort's arms. It was real work to escape the strong, nearly painfully grip of the Dark Lord, even when he was asleep. But Aaron had years of experience. And no intention to stay longer than needed in a bed with the older man, pressed against his naked body.
Streaks of Pain shoot through his body as he sat up. He ignored it. He was used to pain. And the pain caused from the brutal lovemaking with Voldemort was nothing against the pain that threaten to break out when he wasn't careful.
Knowing his way even in the darkness around him Aaron walked through the room, not bothering to look back at the sleeping Leader of all Death Eaters. He would see him soon enough again. But he did look at the books and other things scattered around the room-magical things from animal bones over potions in every colour to some mirrors standing or hanging on the wall. Voldemort was searching for every kind of magical things throughout the world and his room was one place where he gathered it all.
After awhile Aaron found what he was searching for.
A little vial, filled with dark purple liquid. The only thing to ease his pain made for him by Voldemort himself.
Not caring about the burning after taste Aaron swallowed the potion in one go-and let out a content sigh as immediately the pain started to ebb away. And even without looking he knew that now the scars would vanish from his body, leaving the pale skin perfect in its softness.
Aaron sighed satisfied and threw the empty vial over his shoulder, where it burst to pieces on the cold stone floor. He didn't care. One of the filthy house elves would clean it up.
He turned around. In his movement he saw his own reflection in the mirrors and he grinned. He was so perfect and beautiful. Slowly he let one of his hands glide down his chest and stomach, marvelling in the perfect build muscles. A moan escaped his throat as his hand reached his manhood.
Closing his eyes he wrapped his hand around it, gently starting to move it up and down, stimulating it. More moans escaped his mouth and he sped up the movements. This was better than every shag with Voldemort.
Behind his closed eyes the picture of the raven haired boy-Harry Potter- came to his mind and he imagined pushing into the lean body of his brothers bonded, imagined how the boy would scream in pain and passion with every hard push into his tight entrance.
With a last loud moan Aaron came, his cum shooting out on the ground from his stiff member.
"What a waste." A deep voice murmured from behind him, hot breath tingling his neck.
Aaron stiffened shortly, but then he grinned and turned around. There was just one person with an accent so hoorible. And just one person who could sneak up on him without him noticing.
And just one person he wouldn't kill because of it.
"I didn't know you are back."
The man returned the grin, his brown eyes twinkling with mirth. They danced over the nakedness of the blond before him. "I just came back. I have a message for our Lord, that's why I'm here. But I see," in a swift motion the eyes shifted to the still sleeping figure on the bed, "that he is asleep. Exhausted."
It isn't a question.
Aaron smirked. His own silver eyes rowed over the man before him, the only man he considered near a friend. He had earned his trust after many tries from Aaron to seduce him. But he had reclined and there he was the only one.
Reaching the broad shoulders he noticed that the travel robe he wore was wet, but not from just rain. A little white lump on the right shoulder was telling the real cause of the drenched appearance.
Snow.
"Where have you been to get wet by this?" He asked curiously, swatting the snow away from the cloth. He tried to sense a fragment of thought from the man. Where had Voldemort send him to?
The man smiled, ignoring- and blocking- his tries to read his mind and only shook his head, causing some drenched strands of brown hair to fly around his young face. He looked down at the melting snow lump.
"You know I can't tell you. Not first. You can listen when I tell it to our Lord. He will let you stay after all when I make my report. But I've heard you've visited your little brother." The man continued curiosity now in his eyes. He knew after all what had happened between Aaron and his family. "How was the meeting after all this weeks?"
Aaron laughed. "Oh, it was quite amusing. Little Draco found himself a little mate and it is no other than the Boy-who-lived."
For the first time since Aaron knew him, surprise appeared on the face of the man. He grinned.
"Let me tell you more." He said, taking one arm and dragging him out of the bedroom. Maybe he could tingle some information out of him after all.
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Harry Potter always was used to wake up early, to avoid any yelling from his Aunt Petunia or his Uncle Vernon if he would oversleep. But this time he woke up from the distant feeling of something warm lying on the naked skin of his belly. Warm and soft. And a little heavy. Not much, just so much like one of his middle thick school book would weigh.
Harry frowned with his eyes still closed. Dizzy he fought his way out of his sleepiness. Why would a book lay on him? And after all. A book wasn't warm, was it?
Maybe he just should open his eyes. Then he would see what it was. But he was so tired. Sleep was still calling to him. What was speaking against the thought of just falling to sleep again. Just a few minutes more.
As the warmness started to move all thoughts of sleep vanished from Harry. He tore his eyes open -and stared into little black eyes just inches away from his face.
\\ Morning, Harry Potter.\\ The snake hissed, ignoring the flinch that jolted the body of the boy under her.
Confused Harry stared at the snake. Was he dreaming?
That was the Black Adder he had seen in the cage before the shop in Diagon Alley. It was the same. He recognized the voice. But what was the Adder doing here, in Hogwarts, in his room, on his naked chest.
Stop. Naked chest?
Slowly Harry shifted his eyes down his body. His pyjama shirt was completely gone. He could feel the softness of the satin covers on his back and arms.
A furious blush heated his face the moment Harry's eyes reached the end of his figure and met the amused silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. He sat on the end of the bed, gladly already clad in his school uniform and robe.
"Finally awake, sleepy head?" The blond purred.
Harry could feel the heat spreading out on his face. He really should learn to have this under control. He couldn't blush every time Draco spoke to him with this sexy tone in his voice.
Harry groaned. No, not thinking about that.
"Morning." He mumbled, to both the snake and the boy. Then he moved his full attention to the snake. "Why are you here?"
The Adder opened her mouth wide, showing her white fangs. Harry suspected that it was her way to grin. \\ Your mate broughht me hhere. He found me laying on thhe ground in my caggge, whhere thhe explosssion had sssend me flying to, and gggave the man who caugghht me money.\\
Astonished Harry looked up at Draco. "You bought the snake? Why?"
Draco just shrugged. "I thought it would be a nice present for you. After all; when you can speak parsel, you should have a chance to use it. And this little fellow here," Draco bowed forward and carefully touched the black body of the Adder, "can protect you when I'm not with you."
"I don't need protection. I managed to protect myself since I'm young." Harry shook his head and slowly sat up, giving the snake the chance to slip down from his body. So now he had a snake. Just like Voldemort. "The last days I felt like a wimp when ever I had been with you, like somebody who can't protect himself. But I'm not."
Draco eyed him sceptical as Harry stood up from the bed. "You feel like a wimp just because you didn't fight enough against me and my doing with the bond? How did you want to react otherwise? Ignoring it? Fight against me with fists and wand, throwing spells and curses at me?"
"I don't know. But all will want me to react this way. They will expect it. After all, we were rivals for over four years and suddenly we are.friends when they return to Hogwarts. You have to admit that it sounds really unbelievable."
Harry's thoughts went to two special people. Ron and Hermione. He could just suspect how they would react.
Groaning under his breath Harry went to the bathroom. He needed a shower. Maybe he could even drown in the tub, so that he mustn't see the faces of his friends when they heard that he was engaged to no other than the Slytherin Ice Prince.
"I can give you the chance to tell it to you friends alone and when you want." Draco said behind him. Harry turned and saw him leaning against the door-case. And to his astonishment the Adder hung around his neck, eyeing him with glittering black eyes.
\\ Why ssshouldn't I? \\ The snake hissed, sensing his surprise. \\ He iss your mate.\\
Harry flushed. "Why do you think that?"
\\ He hass your sssmell on him. And you have hisss ssmell on you. That meansss you mussst be hisss mate.\\
Draco grinned as Harry's face flushed a bright red. "What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, sure. Well, what do you think from my suggestion?"
Harry turned away from the Slytherin. A chance to tell his friends alone and when he wanted to. That really sounds good in his ears.
"How much time do you give me?" He asked, turning on the water in the shower. "Just today or-"
"How about four days? I think this is time enough." Warm hands sneaked around Harry's waist, pulling him back against Draco's body.
Harry sighed and leaned back in the embrace, enjoying the feeling of security it caused. Who would have thought that he would find it in the arms of a Slytherin.
"For four days I will leave you alone." Draco whispered in his ear. "It will be hard not to be able to touch you, but I give you this chance to speak with your little Gryffindor fellows. But remember-when the days-at the morning of the fifth day- are over I will come back to you, if you have told them or not. Okay?"
Harry nodded and absentmindly caressed the lean body of the Adder which had used the closeness of the two boys to move onto his neck and shoulder. Four days should be enough for him. But how should he explain to Ron and Hermione what had happened. And-a faint blush spread out over Harry's cheeks-how should he explain that he didn't detest kissing Draco.
He didn't understand it himself. Not completely. He just knew that kissing Draco was..wonderful, sweet..He wasn't able to describe the feelings he had when kissing the Slytherin.
Draco stepped back from him, causing Harry to stumble slightly from the sudden absence of his body.
"You wanted to take a shower, didn't you?" Draco smirked as Harry threw him a puzzled look. "Go on, I will watch over your new little friend."
He reached out an arm and without hesitation the Adder wound herself up his arm. "Hurry or we miss breakfast."
Harry watched Draco leave the bathroom, before he turned to the shower. Draco had given him the chance to take his shower alone, without him trying to see him naked.
Blushing Harry stepped under the comforting warm water. Draco was showing him his naked body nearly every morning, but he respected Harry's privacy.
Sighing Harry hurried with the shower. He, too, was getting hungry. As he stepped out of the shower he found a complete garment of clothes lying on the desk beside the wash-basin. Draco must have come into the bathroom, again saving him from the embarrassment to leave the bath with just a towel around the waist.
Draco smiled at him once he left the bathroom, sitting on one of the beds with the snake around the neck.
"Ready?"
Harry nodded. "Thanks for the clothes."
Draco smirked and standing up he advanced on Harry, placing both arms around his waist. "No problem. I wanted to save you from fainting from embarrassment and me from pouncing on you if you had to walk just with a towel on you body before my eyes. But something else." He continued, his silver eyes glowing with mirth as Harry turned away his face. "Before we go to breakfast-or last for four days-I would like to know if you have come up for a name for the snake I gave you. She can't stay nameless."
//Somehow I spending more time with Draco's arms around me than standing alone.// Harry thought, looking at the Adder, which returned his look with her black ones.
A name.
"Do you have a name?" He asked her.
\\ No. Namess are jussst for humansss. But you can give me one if you like.\\
Harry shifted his eyes over her black and tan body, slung around Draco's pale neck. She really was beautiful. Surely she deserved a beautiful name. But which one?
He never had been good in giving names. He never had to. Never in his life at the Dursley's had he had a pet or any other thing that should be named- not even a Teddy. Hedwig was the first one he had given a name to.
And now to name a snake.
Uncertainly Harry bit his lip. This was more difficult he had thought it could be.
Suddenly a name came to his mind, from one moment to the other.
"What about this?" Harry called out. "Azula."
Draco raised one fine blond eyebrow. "Azula." He rolled the name on his tongue and listened to the sound of it. Then he smiled. "I like it. It sounds nice."
Harry grinned relieved. He didn't know where the name had come from, but he was glad that Draco liked it. Now just the Adder had to agree to it.
\\ Azzzula?\\ The snake hissed, as Harry told her. Her slender tongue slipped out of her mouth. \\ I thhink I like it.\\
Slowly she moved down Draco's shoulder until the first half of her body slung around Harry's neck. Her other half was still around the one of the blond and the more she moved, the more the muscles of her body forced Harry's face closer to Draco's.(When you find a better way to describe this please do)
Harry flushed as he found himself just inches from Draco, the breath of the taller boy tingling his dry lips softly. That he liked kissing Draco didn't mean that he was getting used to do such a thing with his former enemy.
The blond smirked and tightened his hold on Harry. "I think the snake-Azula- has a very good idea. I am more and more proud of myself that I bought her." He whispered, before his lips descended softly on Harry's.
Harry moaned and leaned into the kiss. The softness and tenderness of those lips.
Maybe he could explain after all why he liked kissing Draco.
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Around Midday Draco Malfoy found himself in the least place he wanted to be- the office of Professor Dumbledore.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy. Sit down." Dumbledore smiled. "Once you are seated we can begin."
Scowling Draco let his silver eyes sway over the many books and other stuff lined up at the walls or lying in the many shelves, as he sat down on the last free chair standing before the desk. One of five chairs standing in a line before the Headmaster.
The other four were already occupied with boys in his age.
He could really think of more appealing places he now wanted to be then sitting and talking to this old man. For example cuddling and kissing his life partner.
Slightly curious Draco shifted his eyes to the brunette boy sitting beside him, who returned his gaze smiling and with glowing grey eyes. Hadn't he seen him-
"It is a pleasure to see you again." The boy said.
One of Draco's eyebrows rose. Of course.
"You're this boy from Germany Harry and I met in Diagon Alley yesterday, after the explosion. Harald Brandner, wasn't it."
"Yes. It is an honour that you remember me." Harald hand flinched a little as if he wanted to reach out.
Draco sniffed and ignored his motion. As if he forgot a name he just had heard yesterday.
He moved his attention to the other boys, Harald's friends. He didn't get to look at them closely the day before with his worry over Harry's injuries and all. And his father always told him to look at new faces for one could never know if they would be friends or enemies.
The boy beside Harald was sitting completely relaxed in his chair, one leg draped over the other, and his eyes scanning the snoring former headmasters of Hogwarts in their paintings with interest. His red-blond hair was tied back to a ponytail, falling down onto the shoulders and his muggle clothes- Draco sneered seeing them-clung tight to his slight muscular body.
Draco grimaced. He could recognize a playboy when he saw him. But as long as this one kept his hands away from Harry, he could shag every one he wanted in Hogwarts. It wouldn't disturb Draco.
The two other boys beside the redhead were busy staring at the phoenix, sitting on his perch behind Dumbledore, returning their stares with calm dark eyes.
Draco frowned at them. It wasn't very polite to stare at someone like that even when it was just a bird. Not that he would consider a phoenix as just a bird-especially not Fawkes, who he knew had helped Harry a few times in the past.
He returned in checking the two boys out, ignoring the slight cough from Dumbledore.
Both had nearly the same build-not as muscular as the red blond and not as burly as Harald's- more slender, like Harry or himself. They even looked a bit like each other. The same dark blond hair with the same hair-style, very short.
But as they turned around he saw that their eyes were different. One had dark eyes, nearly black and out of the others face, light blue eyes returned his gaze.
"Hello." The one with the blue eyes said, grinning at him. And soon his eyes wandered over Draco's body.
"Boys, may I have your attention for a few moments?"
Everyone looked at the Headmaster.
"Very good." Dumbledore lay his hands together. "Mr Malfoy, I'm sure you are curious why I send for you?" He addressed Draco, who just nodded. "Well, first of all I should tell you who these boys are. The one beside you, you know already I heard. Then comes Mr Alexander Lange", he nodded at the boy with the red-blond hair, "and Mr Christian and Mr Joseph Weiss. They are cousins. And this gentleman before me is Mr Draco Malfoy." He said, introducing Draco.
Draco smirked at the boys as they looked at him curiously. Except this Harald Brandner. His eyes were on him since he had entered the office.
"Well Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore continued, "you received the letter where stood that you are now one of the prefects for your house, haven't you." Draco nodded. That really hadn't been a surprise. Who except from him could be prefect of Slytherin after all.
"These young men are students from the Private German school Loreley, who will stay with us for a year, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore explained, smiling at every one through his beard. "For them four of our students have gone to Germany, one of each house. From your house it is Mr Blaise Zabini."
Draco scowled. That was new to him. Blaise was the only one he considered a friend in Slytherin. Why hadn't he said anything?
"For that one from every house has gone, every one of these boys will come in a different house. And we come to why I called you here, Mr Malfoy."
Dumbledore placed his hands flat on his desk and looked at Draco with a strange satisfied smile on his lips that at once awoke Draco's mistrust.
"It will be the job of the prefects to look over these boys in the beginning of the year, until they have got used to Hogwarts. And because you are the only prefect already here, I would ask you to show them around until the Hogwarts Express will come in this evening."
Draco had to fight the sudden anger boiling up in him. He had to show these boys around on his last day with Harry?!
"You can take Harry with you when you show them everything." Dumbledore added hurriedly, seeing the anger in the silver eyes. "And I would like to see that you start now. It is already around midday. You can begin with leading them to the Great Hall. Dinner should be ready."
Draco could recognize a dismissal when he heard it. In a bad mood he stood up and marched out of the office without looking if the four germans followed him.
It was no wonder that his father hated this old fool. The more years were going by the more Draco understood his father. And he couldn't understand how Harry could like and follow this man. He was a manipulating fool who loved it to take advantage of every other fool who stood on his site.
Draco was lucky that he didn't belong to this group. He would rather die than follow Dumbledore and he would make sure that Harry saw behind the friendly mask of the Headmaster.
"Say, this Harry, that the Headmaster mentioned-is it Harry Potter?"
Draco flinched at the voice, tearing him out of his thoughts.
The Red-blond haired boy-Alexander-grinned at him, ignoring the anger in the silver eyes. He widened the steps of his long legs until he walked beside the blond Slytherin.
"You know, I would love to meet the famous boy-who-lived. I mean personally. I saw him yesterday in Diagon Alley, but there we all were covered in this dust from the destroyed building and I didn't get a good look at him." His grin widened. "Though what I saw there hitched up my curiosity much more."(I don't think this sounds right. If you can make it better, please do so.) (I think its fine)
Draco's hands clenched to fists and he needed all his self-control to hold himself back from hitting the other boy.
// How dare he looking at ,my' Harry.//
"You know, Harry Potter is very famous, not just here in his homeland, but in every other country, too. And the main reason why I volunteered for coming here to study was the possibility to meet Potter."
Draco swallowed a growl and hurried along the hallway as fast as he could without running. But the German boy stayed by his site.
"Do you know my other reason why I came here?" Alexander asked, winking as Draco threw him a short look. "I came here to test if the boys and girls here in Hogwarts can be compared with the ones in Germany. ,You' know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Draco stopped dead in his pace as light-green eyes began to scan his body in an approving way.
"Oh, I know what you mean. But I have some news for you." Draco growled, not bothering to hide the distaste and anger in his voice and eyes. The other boy flinched as the look out of hard silver eyes hit him. "You can shag everybody you want in this school, it won't bother me. But don't try your clumsy flirt with me or Harry Potter. He is mine and when I see your hands on him-"
"Draco."
All five boys flinched and turned around in the same moment.
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\\ Thiss really tasstess good.\\
"Thank you. I made it myself."
Harry grinned as he watched the Black Adder and Dobby. Azula had curled her body around a bowl that the houseelf had placed on the table before her and licked at the yellow-white liquid in it with enthusiasm. Harry didn't know what it was, but his new friend liked it obviously.
What he was amazed about, was, that Dobby could understand what the Adder was hissing. He always had thought that only people who spoke parsel could speak with snakes-like himself and Voldemort. But the house elf had informed him, that it was the ability of the houseelfs to speak-or at least understand-every language, for they never knew which master they had to serve.
Harry suspected that it had something to do with their natural ability to do magic.
"Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry looked up-and smiled as he saw Dobby standing before him, a large tablet in his hands that was bigger than him, loaded with delicious looking sandwiches, that caused Harry's stomach to growl loudly with hunger.
Harry blushed. The house elves though smiled brightly and hurried around the kitchen to prepare more food.
Before Dobby could hurry away, too, Harry reached out a hand and held him back.
"Dobby, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Harry Potter, sir." Dobby straightened the bright red pullover he wore. "Dobby will always help you, sir."
"Thanks, Dobby."
Carefully Harry pushed the tablet further away on the table. He could eat later. Now he had to know something first.
"Dobby, I suppose you know already about the new relationship between me and Draco Malfoy."
Dobby's large ears sunk down. Harry felt pity as he saw the fear in the huge eyes. Even when Dobby was now free, Harry knew that he still feared the Malfoy's, he served for so long.
"Yes, Dobby knows, sir. And Dobby knows that it isn't Harry Potter's fault. It was the young Master Malfoy who tricked him." Restlessly Dobby pulled on his fingers, one after another. Harry winced because of the noises this made. "But Harry Potter must not fear. Dobby will always be there for him."
"Thanks, Dobby. And you must not fear the Malfoy's any more. I will not let them hurt you. But I wanted to ask you something else."
Harry hesitated. Should he really ask Dobby? He had promised Draco not to tell any one, but on the other side, Dobby had worked for the Malfoy's many years.
"Dobby, I want to know..Do you know Aaron Malfoy?"
Dobby winced visibly and backed away, his eyes huge with fear.
"Ma..master Aaron? Yes, Dobby knows." The little houseelf stuttered, nervously playing with his hands. "But not much. Master Aaron never stayed long at home, always stayed in school when while holidays. Though when he was there, he never treated us House elves nicely, not he didn't. But in that he wasn't different from the other Members of the family. Harry Potter, sir."
Harry flinched as Dobby suddenly jumped forward and grabbed his hands tightly, his eyes glowing frantically. "Dobby will not let any of the Malfoy's hurt you, sir. Dobby will protect you, sir. Dobby will protect you, like he has at the end of second year, as Master Lucius wanted to kill Harry Potter. Dobby promises, sir."
It took Harry awhile to soothe Dobby after his emotional breakdown, and while he stayed in the huge kitchen of Hogwarts, he never again mentioned the Malfoy's. When he was true to himself, had Dobby's outburst scared him a bit, as is promise to protect. He was the second in this new school year who had made such a promise to him. And he suspected that he wouldn't be the last. When he thought about what he had to tell his friends about Draco and him-surely there would be many more who would want to protect him.
And Ron would surely be the first.
Was he really so weak looking that everyone thought he needed protection?
After some sandwiches, a piece of cake and lots of fresh orange juice, Harry left the kitchen, his mind heavy with thoughts.
Dobby's fear from Aaron Malfoy had been clear to see. And that meant that Draco hadn't lied to him. All things he had said were true.
\\ Whhatcchh out, you will walk againsst thhe wall.\\
Harry blinked-and stopped just inches from the stonewall. He hadn't noticed that he had reached the curve(???) of the hallway.
"Thanks, Azula." Harry sighed and petted the snake hanging around his neck. Was it just his imagination or weigh she now more, after her breakfast? The muscles started aching under her constant weigh.
Azula shortly slipped her tongue tenderly over his skin, causing goose- bumps to appear.
\\ No problem. But whhat were you thhinking about, thhat you nearly walk againsst a wall?\\
Harry turned away from the wall. It was time to meet Draco in the Great Hall. He had promised to be there for dinner.
"It's Dobby and his fear from Draco's older brother. I had thought, maybe Draco had just told me his kind of view, that he darkened the story a bit, because he hates his brother. But Dobby-alone the thought from Aaron Malfoy had scared him so much."
\\ I, too, met thhiss man you call Aaron.\\
The black Adder curled her body more comfortable around the boy's neck, ignoring Harry's astonished look.
\\ I ssaw hhim, sshhortly before I sspoke to you. Hhe sstood besside my ccagge and looked at you and I felt wavvess of hhate emanating from hhim. I don't need to know hhim, to know thhat hhe iss a bad persson. You hhave to watcchh out for hhim. In ssome wayss hhe meanss more dangger thhan thhe Dark Lord. Hhe iss able to do thhings Voldemort wouldn't.\\
A shudder ran down Harry's spine. More danger than Voldemort? Able to do things that even Voldemort wouldn't dare to do?
That weren't good prospects for the future. Somehow he felt that this year would be a lot harder and more dangerously than all the years before.
Maybe he did need the protection from all of his friends after all, if he wanted to survive this year.
His friends-and Draco.
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Well, chapter is over again. I really hope you liked it.
For those who want to know: Loreley is a place in Germany. It is a curve from our greatest river, the Rhein. A legend says, that a beautiful woman once sat on a rock in the river, at this curve, and sung with her wonderful voice.
Now to the questions, once again. First: you all read that Draco is giving Harry four days where he can tell his friends about his bonding with the younger Malfoy. Now I want you to decide what happens:
Harry manages it to tell his friends alone, without help from anyone.
B) Harry don't find the words to explain it and the four days are going by and Draco comes back to him
Harry and Draco are getting caught in a -well, let us say in a romantic situation- by his friends before the four days are over
Well, it is your decision. But that aren't the only questions. Here some more. Do you want a Hermione/Ron relationship? I have something in mind for Hermione, but that wouldn't stop love between those two.
I think that was it. Even when I'm sure I forgot something.