Greater Inheritance
Chapter 8 –
Runes passed in much the same way as Arithmancy and soon enough dinner was over and done. Harry and Draco were about to stand when a folded note appeared before Harry. Picking it up he flicked it open.
Mr. Potter
Occlumency at 8pm tonight if you wish to continue.
Professor S. Snape
"Bugger that. Long night tonight." Harry folded the note and shoved it in his robes pocket.
"Huh?"
"Sev wants to see me at 8 tonight."
"Lucky you. I think I'll start setting up the Quidditch team for the year while you're off."
"Whatever. Common room?"
"Yeah." The two stood and made their way to the door.
"See, once again Potter's off to rejoin the Death Eaters." A familiar voice was heard from the Gryffindor table.
"RONALD WEASLEY!!" A loud slap echoed throughout the Great Hall. "How DARE you!"
Harry never faulted in his step, but merely closed his eyes as he walked and a moment later, Ron screeched when he discovered his hair was green. Draco turned to see and snorted. Closing his own eyes, another moment later saw a completely green Weasel in place of Ron Weasley.
"Couldn't help it could you." Harry smirked as he put his hands in his pockets and left the Great Hall.
"Thought you'd know me by now."
"True."
"So when's this talk we're going to have?" Draco smirked as he noticed Harry's slight falter in step and his shoulders tensing up.
"Um ... ... Afterwards??" Unconsciously, Harry rubbed his stomach; the monster was clawing around again.
Draco knew exactly what he was doing to the Ex-Gryffindor. He'd wanted it for a while now, but it had taken quite a while for the signs to surface. Draco smirked again.
"Sure. But for now, I've got something for you."
"Pardon?!"
"Don't you understand English?"
"Yeah. –"
"Then I'll meet you in your room in a minute then."
"All right, whatever." Harry shook his head as they separated.
Harry walked into his room and flopped down, stretching out on the couch, a grand fire burning merrily in the grate to fend off the dungeon chill.
"This is pathetic." Harry groaned as he ran his hands over his face and left them there. Quite suddenly the passage to the Slytherin dorms opened, allowing Draco to saunter through.
"Wake up, Mr. Potter!" Draco said loudly as he sat on Harry's outstretched legs.
"I am awake." Harry sighed as he dropped his hands. "Can I have my legs back?"
"Yeah. They're not really comfy anyway." Draco stood and Harry retracted his legs. Draco sat again and this time Harry noticed the black bag in Draco's hands, the same one he saw before transfiguration.
Noticing Harry's focus was on the bag, he held it out to him. "Happy Birthday, Harry."
He looked at Draco for a minute, confusion written all over his face as he carefully took the bag. His expression changed to one of shock as he felt the bags contents. Carefully undoing the drawstring, he put his hand inside the bag and felt something cool slither into his hand. Drawing his hand out he beheld the most amazing creature with Emerald eyes.
"It's a runespoor." Draco supplied as Harry stroked the shiny silver body with awe.
"She's beautiful!" Harry whispered as she lifted her head.
:Are you Harry? My Master?: Her silver little head tilted to the side as she looked at him, tasting the air with her tongue.
:Yes, I'm Harry.: Harry hissed out in parseltongue as he looked at her silver body and tail wrapped around his middle finger. She could be no more than seven inches long.
:Then you are my Master. The one the Blond Man has talked about.:
:The blond man is Draco Malfoy. What has he been saying?:
:That I will win you over to him. And that I have eyes very similar to yours.: She hissed serenely as she surveyed her new master.
:Does he know that you understand what he says?:
:No. He asked if I understood him. I made no reply.:
:Thank you: Harry laughed and Draco looked on curiously, wondering what they were saying. :Do you have a name?: Harry continued.
:No. That is for you to decide.:
:Do you like any names?:
:You decide.:
:How about Myra?:
:That is fine.:
:Are you sure? Do you like it?:
:Yes. The Blond Man is looking at you. There is lust in his eyes.:
:Lust?: Harry took a quick glance to the Blond across from him, and saw the glint in his eye as he sat back and watched Harry.
:Yes. The Blond Man holds very strong feelings for you. And I think you speaking parseltongue is affecting him.:
:Really?:
:My kind is very rare. Especially my colouring and my eyes. He would have paid a lot for me.:
:Are you hungry, Myra?:
:No. I have already eaten this morning but thank you. I wish only to sleep.:
:Sure. Um ...:
:Somewhere warm, please.:
:Uhhhh ... .... I'll cast a charm on my bed, you can sleep there.:
:Thank you Master.: She hissed sleepily, after Harry had stood and taken her over to his bed and cast a warmth charm on it. Myra coiled up amongst the coverings.
Harry made his way back to the couch and sat next to Draco.
"Drake. I don't know if you'll ever know how thankful I am, but thank you so much. She's beautiful. I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you!"
"Don't I get a hug?" Draco smirked as Harry quickly leant over and hugged him.
"Thank you." Harry mumbled into his shoulder. They pulled away but Draco caught him, one hand holding his face and drew him in again, this time for a kiss.
Harry quickly folded and let Draco kiss him. A foreign tongue ran along his bottom lip and Harry let Draco in without a thought. Tongues met for the first time and Draco found himself already addicted to the unique flavour that was Harry. Draco leant forward and Harry unconsciously let Draco push him back until he lay back on the couch with Draco settling himself between the Head Boys legs.
Draco moaned as he barely noticed Harry's hands running down his sides and stationing on his waist, holding him in. Finally Draco released Harry's mouth and both Slytherins took a deep breath, trying to regain their breathing.
"No. Thank YOU." Draco whispered against Harry's neck.
Harry was lost. He had no idea what Draco was talking about but he didn't worry as he kissed the blondes forehead.
"Anytime." Both seventh years sighed as they remained as is, neither wanting to move.
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Harry woke with the strange sensation of being slightly uncomfortable, being weighed down and having a warm, fluttering breeze blowing against his neck. Taking the chance, he opened his eyes to see blond hair. Seconds rushed by as he remembered Draco's present and ... ... Draco's present.
Harry shifted slightly, his arms tightening around the blonds waist. In turn, Draco shifted in Harry's hold. A moment later, blond hair rose up and was replaced by grey, sleepy eyes staring into emerald ones.
"Morning Drake." Harry smirked.
Draco just buried his head in Harry's chest. A moment later he rose up onto his elbows and looked at his watch.
"Hero. It's ten past eight at night. No where near morning." Draco relaxed again and made himself comfortable, head nestled in Harry's neck.
Harry smiled as he leant back again and closed his eyes, gently stroking Draco's back with his thumbs. Suddenly his hands stopped. "Fuck."
"Don't you think it's a bit early for that? We only just got together."
Harry laughed at Draco's sleepy retort. "No. I was supposed to meet Sev ten minutes ago for Occlumency."
"He said 'if'."
"And I should go do these lessons."
"There's always another night." Draco continued to mumble into Harry's neck.
"I should go."
"He won't mind you being a little late."
Harry stopped dead as he felt Draco's lips against his neck. "Princess." Harry whined, making a last attempt. He was rewarded with Draco biting down on his neck. Harry moaned. That'll stay for a while, Harry thought as he arched into Draco.
"Now you can go." Draco announced as he got up on his elbows again. He didn't last long as he descended on Harry's lips again.
Ten minutes later, Harry tried again. "Sev's still waiting."
"What a turn off." Draco mumbled as he pushed himself off Harry, as the other sat up. "How long do you think you'll be with Sev?"
"Couple of hours. Can't say. I should be back by at least one."
"Alright. I might go see about the Quidditch team then." Draco stood up.
"See ya later then?" Harry stood up too.
"Yep." They shared a quick kiss, long enough for Draco's hands to stray to his arse and give a squeeze. Harry moaned in response.
Draco released him altogether, a big smirk plastered over his face as he turned and left. A moment later, Harry snapped out of his reverie.
:I told you the Blond Man felt strongly about you.: Harry saw the silver head amongst the green bedspread.
:Myra, would you like to meet someone new?:
:Yes.:
:His name is Severus Snape. He is a professor here.: Harry told her as he picked her up. Immediately she slithered up his sleeve and settled herself around his wrist. :Will you be alright there?:
:Yes.:
Harry left his room quickly to make it to Sev's office only 25 minutes late. He knocked on the door and entered.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Snape never looked up from writing on his parchment.
"I'm here for Occlumency." Harry said boldly.
"I trust you have a good excuse for being 25 minutes late." Snape finally looked up. "Looks like you do."
"Pardon?" Harry asked carefully.
"Take a look in a mirror, Potter." Snape smirked as he looked back to his parchment.
"Bloody blond git." Harry whispered vehemently. Remembering Draco's reaction to the 'Princess" comment.
"Yes?" Snape offered Harry to give an excuse.
"Draco gave me a birthday present." Harry explained.
Snape sat back in his chair, hands steepled together, both eyebrows raised in silent question.
:Myra?:
The silver runespoor poked her head out of his sleeve, then slithered into his hand.
"Professor, this is Myra." Harry held her up for Snape to see.
"Ahh. That kind of birthday present." Snape commented as he tilted his head this way and that, observing the silver runespoor.
:What do you think of this man, Myra?: Harry asked.
:He's a strange one. Keeps a lot hidden.: Myra commented as she seemed to observe the potions master.
"Mr. Potter. It is rude to speak in a different language when you are with someone who does not understand it." The professor sat back in his chair and looked back to Harry.
"Alright Sev." Harry said dismissively. :Myra do you mind waiting or sleeping in my robes, I might be here for a little while and I'm not sure you'll be safe on my wrist.:
:Yes. That is fine. Could you do another warmth charm on it please?: She asked sweetly.
:Sure.: Harry made sure she was comfortably coiled up in his warm robes which he settled in a chair against one of the back walls of Snape's office, out of harms way.
"And I don't want you to be late again, either Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Sev." Harry settled back into the chair opposite Snape.
"And stop calling me that. We're in a school!"
"Yes, 'Sir'." Harry said sarcastically.
Snape merely glared back. "Have you been doing the exercises before going to bed?" Snape probed.
"Sometimes, when I felt it was needed. I've hardly had a vision for sometime. Couple of months anyway."
"Well, that's very fortunate!" Snape scowled. "You need to be doing it every night. We cannot take the chance again. However, you are now a Slytherin. Hopefully the Gryffindor rashness will disappear."
"Hopefully." Harry smirked back.
"Yes." Snape narrowed his eyes. "Anyway. We can start with clearing the mind, then we'll see how well you can block me."
Ten minutes later, Snape was pleased at how methodical Harry had come to calming his mind. "Very good, Mr. Potter. Now we shall start with blocking. You remember what to do?"
"Yeah. Pretty much." Harry looked bored, but more alert, ready for Snape to strike.
"Good. LEGILIMENS!" Snape finally attacked. Harry instantly recognized that he'd failed the initial block, and now Snape was rifting through his most recent memories. Especially the episode straight after dinner since it was still fresh in his mind.
It took Harry five seconds to recognize the intrusion and then to push him out. Harry looked a little pale as he sat back in the seat, hands clenching the arm rests.
"Better than fifth year. But not good enough. And I did not need to see that. Seeing the results is enough, but ... Eugh!!" Snape looked most disgusted.
Harry sensed that the Potions Professor was almost reluctant to cast the spell again. Shaking his head, Harry laughed quietly. Snape took advantage of the moment, and cast the spell again. Barely two seconds had passed before again, Harry drove Snape from his mind with only the first scenes of himself and Draco.
"I shouldn't be even able to enter your mind, Mr. Potter. There should be a wall around your mind, not just you pushing me out! There needs to be constant defenses. ("Constant Vigilance!" Harry muttered.) The Dark Lord could take it upon himself to enter your mind at any time. Imagine a Quidditch game. You're chasing the snitch, and he decides to enter your mind. What then?" Snape lectured, wand held tightly with white knuckles; sweat glistened on his face.
Harry made a plane noise, his hand motioning a dive. "Ker Splat!" his hand collided with the desk.
"LEGILIMENS!" But Snape encountered a wall.
Harry sat back in his chair and stared as the Professor settled back into his chair after being flung heavily back into it, chair rocking back onto the back two legs.
"Exactly!" Snape used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You should be able to do that at any point. Day or night. You need to now work on keeping that barrier up at all times."
"Yay." Harry muttered sardonically.
"We will leave the Occlumency lesson here for tonight. Now, as Head Boy, you need to patrol the corridors. Remember?" Snape taunted.
"Crap." Harry muttered. The memory of his new responsibilities had been pushed aside for Draco.
"I thought as much, Mr. Potter. You are dismissed for your rounds." Snape went back to the parchment on his desk, found where he was and picked up his quill again and went back to work.
Harry stood, carefully collected Myra and his robes and went to the door. "See ya later, Sevie." Harry closed the door in time for something solid to collide with it. Laughing, Harry began his trek to the upper levels of the school for rounds.
He wandered fairly aimlessly around the corridors as he gradually descended through the levels. His travels unconsciously led him to a familiar corridor as he came upon the portrait of a Fat Lady in a pink dress.
"My dear Harry!! How have you been? How is Slytherin treating you? I heard all about your resorting in the holidays." She said sincerely as she looked down from her painted chair.
"Fine." Harry wasn't given the chance to say more.
"Oh you poor dear! You just keep getting into these messes and-"suddenly the portrait swung away from the wall to reveal a red head emerge from the hidden tunnel entrance.
'What are you doing here, Traitor?" Ron sneered, his face an unnatural shade of burgundy. "Come to break into Gryffindor, hex us all and turn us over to your master?"
"No. As a part of Head Boy duties I have to patrol corridors before bed. I was just talking to the Fat Lady." Harry answered calmly.
"And I'm a devil worshipper!" Ron retorted, clearly not believing him.
"Oh? When did you take that up?" Harry sounded bored.
Ron looked about to blow his top. "I AM NOT!!"
"And I'm only on patrol and speaking to the Fat Lady."
"Get out!" Ron whispered in a blind rage. "Don't ever come near this tower or anyone who occupies it, again."
"Your death threats are getting better. Keep up the good work." Harry said flippantly, walking on down the corridor. "Good Evening, Madame." He called back to the portrait.
The sound of robes rustling and a wand being exposed, filled Harry's senses. Seconds later a hex flew his way. It got within a 2 metre radius before being absorbed into and invisible barrier. Harry stopped and turned around.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for attacking another student. Really Ron. A Jelly Legs curse?!" Harry asked, disappointedly. "Read a book for once. You're a Seventh year using a First year's hex. That's really degrading when I think I was your best friend."
"Watch yourself, Potter!" Ron snarled down the hallway before he slammed the portrait closed to the Fat Lady's dismay.
Harry just snorted at Ron's creativity, or lack there of.
:Who was that man?: Myra questioned, her head poking out of his sleeve. Lifting his hand he helped her out of his sleeve and up to around his shoulders.
:That was Ron Weasley. A Gryffindor.:
:I think the Blond man mentioned him once.:
:Well, he used to be my best friend.:
:What happened?:
:I got my inheritance and was resorted into Slytherin. He now thinks I'm a Death Eater and a typical Malfoy.:
:Seems rather stupid. Have you changed at all?:
Harry shrugged his shoulders. :Perhaps. But not in a way for Weasley to suddenly turn on me.:
:Ask the Blond Man.:
:Maybe. Speaking of which ...: Harry stopped as he witnessed a group of Slytherins exit an unused classroom followed by Draco, who closed and locked the door after himself.
"Hey Princess!" Harry came up behind him.
"Hey Hero!" Draco smirked, quickly glancing around the deserted corridor before turning to Harry, placing hands on his hips; his lips locking onto Harry's.
They moaned quietly together as Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck; the blonde pulling the raven haired flush against him. Draco smirked into the kiss before breaking away. Harry licked his lips before slowly opening his eyes.
"You alright there, Hero?" Draco smirked again.
"Yeah." Harry said huskily, smiling back.
Draco laughed as he gave Harry another quick kiss. "Finished rounds yet?"
Harry shook his head to wake up from the daze. "Yeah, after the Gryffindor corridors I was going to go to bed. Met up with Ron too!" Harry commented as he started walking with Draco following next to him, down the corridors and some secret passages on their way to the Slytherin Dungeons.
"Oh. What happened?" Draco looked on curiously.
"Still thinks I'm a traitor and was near the tower because I was going to turn the whole of Gryffindor over to Voldemort. Then he tried to hex me with a Jelly Legs curse!"
"Jelly Legs!?! I'd find that offensive!" Draco snorted as they came to stop at the Celtic tapestry that led to Harry's room. Harry gave the password and they stepped into his room.
"I know. It's just so sad how he's so ......"
"Pathetically naive? To put it nicely?" Draco supplied.
"Yeah." Harry carefully placed Myra on a pillow he'd transfigured into a basked beside his bed, that was layered with some cushioning and had a warmth charm placed over it.
He then stripped off his robes and got rid of his tie and shoes and untucked his shirt. Then he slumped down on the couch before the fire, next to Draco.
"Settled now?"
"Yes, Thank you." Harry smirked as he stretched out on the couch, his feet propped up on Draco's lap.
"Good." Draco murmured as he maneuvered himself between Harry's legs to lay down chest to chest, and slowly he kissed Harry as he felt one of Harry's legs wrap around him. He sucked Harry's lip until he was granted access and he dueled with Harry's tongue.
Feeling Harry's hand stroke his side and back, he drew Harry into his mouth to suck on his tongue. The raven haired man moaned as his hand tried to clutch something through the intense pleasure that Draco was giving him. He ended up clutching Draco's arse and the blonde shifted against him, almost grinding into him. They moaned together as once again their tongues dueled when suddenly Harry broke away.
"Fuck!" Harry gritted out.
"Hero. I thought ......we .... went through this." Draco stopped as he finally recognized that Harry was in intense pain. "Harry. What's the matter?!" Draco sounded worried as he shifted to straddle the pained man.
"Scar." Harry gritted out and Draco held his hand as his other hand flew to his head, pressing down on to the lightening bolt scar in the hopes of relieving the pain.
Draco let him grit his way through the pain, taking a hanky out of his pockets to wipe the sweat from his face, and then the blood from his scar as it trickled down his face.
Slowly Harry relaxed into the sofa, breathing in relief as the pain subsided. Eventually Harry was able to open his eyes and the sight that met them made Harry laugh.
Settled above him was the blond Slytherin looking worriedly into his eyes. His blond hair was ungelled and falling into his face. In his hand was what used to be a dark green hanky that was now black, soaked in blood.
His blood; Harry finally realized as he took his hand down from his forehead to see blood covering it. Then he felt a little trickle fall down his forehead which was quickly wiped away by Draco.
"Thanks Drake." Harry smiled, his clean hand clenching Draco's.
"Are you alright?" Draco's voice wavered as his thumb stroked the back of Harry's hand.
"Yeah, I'm alright now." Harry grimaced.
"What happened?"
"Must have forgot the barrier." Draco frowned at this. "Sev said that I was supposed to keep up this barrier to my mind so that Voldemort couldn't get in."
"Merlin! You scared me, Harry." Draco said earnestly as he bent down to press a chaste kiss to Harry's lips.
"Sorry." Harry meekly turned away.
"Don't be!!" Draco told Harry sternly, his hand forcefully turning Harry's face back towards him. He kissed Harry again, this time a whole lot more passionately and Harry joined in too.
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heheheh, sappy ending. Shite. Draco's going out of character. But he was worried :mutters heard about silly author trying to make excuses:
Chapter 8 –
Runes passed in much the same way as Arithmancy and soon enough dinner was over and done. Harry and Draco were about to stand when a folded note appeared before Harry. Picking it up he flicked it open.
Mr. Potter
Occlumency at 8pm tonight if you wish to continue.
Professor S. Snape
"Bugger that. Long night tonight." Harry folded the note and shoved it in his robes pocket.
"Huh?"
"Sev wants to see me at 8 tonight."
"Lucky you. I think I'll start setting up the Quidditch team for the year while you're off."
"Whatever. Common room?"
"Yeah." The two stood and made their way to the door.
"See, once again Potter's off to rejoin the Death Eaters." A familiar voice was heard from the Gryffindor table.
"RONALD WEASLEY!!" A loud slap echoed throughout the Great Hall. "How DARE you!"
Harry never faulted in his step, but merely closed his eyes as he walked and a moment later, Ron screeched when he discovered his hair was green. Draco turned to see and snorted. Closing his own eyes, another moment later saw a completely green Weasel in place of Ron Weasley.
"Couldn't help it could you." Harry smirked as he put his hands in his pockets and left the Great Hall.
"Thought you'd know me by now."
"True."
"So when's this talk we're going to have?" Draco smirked as he noticed Harry's slight falter in step and his shoulders tensing up.
"Um ... ... Afterwards??" Unconsciously, Harry rubbed his stomach; the monster was clawing around again.
Draco knew exactly what he was doing to the Ex-Gryffindor. He'd wanted it for a while now, but it had taken quite a while for the signs to surface. Draco smirked again.
"Sure. But for now, I've got something for you."
"Pardon?!"
"Don't you understand English?"
"Yeah. –"
"Then I'll meet you in your room in a minute then."
"All right, whatever." Harry shook his head as they separated.
Harry walked into his room and flopped down, stretching out on the couch, a grand fire burning merrily in the grate to fend off the dungeon chill.
"This is pathetic." Harry groaned as he ran his hands over his face and left them there. Quite suddenly the passage to the Slytherin dorms opened, allowing Draco to saunter through.
"Wake up, Mr. Potter!" Draco said loudly as he sat on Harry's outstretched legs.
"I am awake." Harry sighed as he dropped his hands. "Can I have my legs back?"
"Yeah. They're not really comfy anyway." Draco stood and Harry retracted his legs. Draco sat again and this time Harry noticed the black bag in Draco's hands, the same one he saw before transfiguration.
Noticing Harry's focus was on the bag, he held it out to him. "Happy Birthday, Harry."
He looked at Draco for a minute, confusion written all over his face as he carefully took the bag. His expression changed to one of shock as he felt the bags contents. Carefully undoing the drawstring, he put his hand inside the bag and felt something cool slither into his hand. Drawing his hand out he beheld the most amazing creature with Emerald eyes.
"It's a runespoor." Draco supplied as Harry stroked the shiny silver body with awe.
"She's beautiful!" Harry whispered as she lifted her head.
:Are you Harry? My Master?: Her silver little head tilted to the side as she looked at him, tasting the air with her tongue.
:Yes, I'm Harry.: Harry hissed out in parseltongue as he looked at her silver body and tail wrapped around his middle finger. She could be no more than seven inches long.
:Then you are my Master. The one the Blond Man has talked about.:
:The blond man is Draco Malfoy. What has he been saying?:
:That I will win you over to him. And that I have eyes very similar to yours.: She hissed serenely as she surveyed her new master.
:Does he know that you understand what he says?:
:No. He asked if I understood him. I made no reply.:
:Thank you: Harry laughed and Draco looked on curiously, wondering what they were saying. :Do you have a name?: Harry continued.
:No. That is for you to decide.:
:Do you like any names?:
:You decide.:
:How about Myra?:
:That is fine.:
:Are you sure? Do you like it?:
:Yes. The Blond Man is looking at you. There is lust in his eyes.:
:Lust?: Harry took a quick glance to the Blond across from him, and saw the glint in his eye as he sat back and watched Harry.
:Yes. The Blond Man holds very strong feelings for you. And I think you speaking parseltongue is affecting him.:
:Really?:
:My kind is very rare. Especially my colouring and my eyes. He would have paid a lot for me.:
:Are you hungry, Myra?:
:No. I have already eaten this morning but thank you. I wish only to sleep.:
:Sure. Um ...:
:Somewhere warm, please.:
:Uhhhh ... .... I'll cast a charm on my bed, you can sleep there.:
:Thank you Master.: She hissed sleepily, after Harry had stood and taken her over to his bed and cast a warmth charm on it. Myra coiled up amongst the coverings.
Harry made his way back to the couch and sat next to Draco.
"Drake. I don't know if you'll ever know how thankful I am, but thank you so much. She's beautiful. I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you!"
"Don't I get a hug?" Draco smirked as Harry quickly leant over and hugged him.
"Thank you." Harry mumbled into his shoulder. They pulled away but Draco caught him, one hand holding his face and drew him in again, this time for a kiss.
Harry quickly folded and let Draco kiss him. A foreign tongue ran along his bottom lip and Harry let Draco in without a thought. Tongues met for the first time and Draco found himself already addicted to the unique flavour that was Harry. Draco leant forward and Harry unconsciously let Draco push him back until he lay back on the couch with Draco settling himself between the Head Boys legs.
Draco moaned as he barely noticed Harry's hands running down his sides and stationing on his waist, holding him in. Finally Draco released Harry's mouth and both Slytherins took a deep breath, trying to regain their breathing.
"No. Thank YOU." Draco whispered against Harry's neck.
Harry was lost. He had no idea what Draco was talking about but he didn't worry as he kissed the blondes forehead.
"Anytime." Both seventh years sighed as they remained as is, neither wanting to move.
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Harry woke with the strange sensation of being slightly uncomfortable, being weighed down and having a warm, fluttering breeze blowing against his neck. Taking the chance, he opened his eyes to see blond hair. Seconds rushed by as he remembered Draco's present and ... ... Draco's present.
Harry shifted slightly, his arms tightening around the blonds waist. In turn, Draco shifted in Harry's hold. A moment later, blond hair rose up and was replaced by grey, sleepy eyes staring into emerald ones.
"Morning Drake." Harry smirked.
Draco just buried his head in Harry's chest. A moment later he rose up onto his elbows and looked at his watch.
"Hero. It's ten past eight at night. No where near morning." Draco relaxed again and made himself comfortable, head nestled in Harry's neck.
Harry smiled as he leant back again and closed his eyes, gently stroking Draco's back with his thumbs. Suddenly his hands stopped. "Fuck."
"Don't you think it's a bit early for that? We only just got together."
Harry laughed at Draco's sleepy retort. "No. I was supposed to meet Sev ten minutes ago for Occlumency."
"He said 'if'."
"And I should go do these lessons."
"There's always another night." Draco continued to mumble into Harry's neck.
"I should go."
"He won't mind you being a little late."
Harry stopped dead as he felt Draco's lips against his neck. "Princess." Harry whined, making a last attempt. He was rewarded with Draco biting down on his neck. Harry moaned. That'll stay for a while, Harry thought as he arched into Draco.
"Now you can go." Draco announced as he got up on his elbows again. He didn't last long as he descended on Harry's lips again.
Ten minutes later, Harry tried again. "Sev's still waiting."
"What a turn off." Draco mumbled as he pushed himself off Harry, as the other sat up. "How long do you think you'll be with Sev?"
"Couple of hours. Can't say. I should be back by at least one."
"Alright. I might go see about the Quidditch team then." Draco stood up.
"See ya later then?" Harry stood up too.
"Yep." They shared a quick kiss, long enough for Draco's hands to stray to his arse and give a squeeze. Harry moaned in response.
Draco released him altogether, a big smirk plastered over his face as he turned and left. A moment later, Harry snapped out of his reverie.
:I told you the Blond Man felt strongly about you.: Harry saw the silver head amongst the green bedspread.
:Myra, would you like to meet someone new?:
:Yes.:
:His name is Severus Snape. He is a professor here.: Harry told her as he picked her up. Immediately she slithered up his sleeve and settled herself around his wrist. :Will you be alright there?:
:Yes.:
Harry left his room quickly to make it to Sev's office only 25 minutes late. He knocked on the door and entered.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Snape never looked up from writing on his parchment.
"I'm here for Occlumency." Harry said boldly.
"I trust you have a good excuse for being 25 minutes late." Snape finally looked up. "Looks like you do."
"Pardon?" Harry asked carefully.
"Take a look in a mirror, Potter." Snape smirked as he looked back to his parchment.
"Bloody blond git." Harry whispered vehemently. Remembering Draco's reaction to the 'Princess" comment.
"Yes?" Snape offered Harry to give an excuse.
"Draco gave me a birthday present." Harry explained.
Snape sat back in his chair, hands steepled together, both eyebrows raised in silent question.
:Myra?:
The silver runespoor poked her head out of his sleeve, then slithered into his hand.
"Professor, this is Myra." Harry held her up for Snape to see.
"Ahh. That kind of birthday present." Snape commented as he tilted his head this way and that, observing the silver runespoor.
:What do you think of this man, Myra?: Harry asked.
:He's a strange one. Keeps a lot hidden.: Myra commented as she seemed to observe the potions master.
"Mr. Potter. It is rude to speak in a different language when you are with someone who does not understand it." The professor sat back in his chair and looked back to Harry.
"Alright Sev." Harry said dismissively. :Myra do you mind waiting or sleeping in my robes, I might be here for a little while and I'm not sure you'll be safe on my wrist.:
:Yes. That is fine. Could you do another warmth charm on it please?: She asked sweetly.
:Sure.: Harry made sure she was comfortably coiled up in his warm robes which he settled in a chair against one of the back walls of Snape's office, out of harms way.
"And I don't want you to be late again, either Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Sev." Harry settled back into the chair opposite Snape.
"And stop calling me that. We're in a school!"
"Yes, 'Sir'." Harry said sarcastically.
Snape merely glared back. "Have you been doing the exercises before going to bed?" Snape probed.
"Sometimes, when I felt it was needed. I've hardly had a vision for sometime. Couple of months anyway."
"Well, that's very fortunate!" Snape scowled. "You need to be doing it every night. We cannot take the chance again. However, you are now a Slytherin. Hopefully the Gryffindor rashness will disappear."
"Hopefully." Harry smirked back.
"Yes." Snape narrowed his eyes. "Anyway. We can start with clearing the mind, then we'll see how well you can block me."
Ten minutes later, Snape was pleased at how methodical Harry had come to calming his mind. "Very good, Mr. Potter. Now we shall start with blocking. You remember what to do?"
"Yeah. Pretty much." Harry looked bored, but more alert, ready for Snape to strike.
"Good. LEGILIMENS!" Snape finally attacked. Harry instantly recognized that he'd failed the initial block, and now Snape was rifting through his most recent memories. Especially the episode straight after dinner since it was still fresh in his mind.
It took Harry five seconds to recognize the intrusion and then to push him out. Harry looked a little pale as he sat back in the seat, hands clenching the arm rests.
"Better than fifth year. But not good enough. And I did not need to see that. Seeing the results is enough, but ... Eugh!!" Snape looked most disgusted.
Harry sensed that the Potions Professor was almost reluctant to cast the spell again. Shaking his head, Harry laughed quietly. Snape took advantage of the moment, and cast the spell again. Barely two seconds had passed before again, Harry drove Snape from his mind with only the first scenes of himself and Draco.
"I shouldn't be even able to enter your mind, Mr. Potter. There should be a wall around your mind, not just you pushing me out! There needs to be constant defenses. ("Constant Vigilance!" Harry muttered.) The Dark Lord could take it upon himself to enter your mind at any time. Imagine a Quidditch game. You're chasing the snitch, and he decides to enter your mind. What then?" Snape lectured, wand held tightly with white knuckles; sweat glistened on his face.
Harry made a plane noise, his hand motioning a dive. "Ker Splat!" his hand collided with the desk.
"LEGILIMENS!" But Snape encountered a wall.
Harry sat back in his chair and stared as the Professor settled back into his chair after being flung heavily back into it, chair rocking back onto the back two legs.
"Exactly!" Snape used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You should be able to do that at any point. Day or night. You need to now work on keeping that barrier up at all times."
"Yay." Harry muttered sardonically.
"We will leave the Occlumency lesson here for tonight. Now, as Head Boy, you need to patrol the corridors. Remember?" Snape taunted.
"Crap." Harry muttered. The memory of his new responsibilities had been pushed aside for Draco.
"I thought as much, Mr. Potter. You are dismissed for your rounds." Snape went back to the parchment on his desk, found where he was and picked up his quill again and went back to work.
Harry stood, carefully collected Myra and his robes and went to the door. "See ya later, Sevie." Harry closed the door in time for something solid to collide with it. Laughing, Harry began his trek to the upper levels of the school for rounds.
He wandered fairly aimlessly around the corridors as he gradually descended through the levels. His travels unconsciously led him to a familiar corridor as he came upon the portrait of a Fat Lady in a pink dress.
"My dear Harry!! How have you been? How is Slytherin treating you? I heard all about your resorting in the holidays." She said sincerely as she looked down from her painted chair.
"Fine." Harry wasn't given the chance to say more.
"Oh you poor dear! You just keep getting into these messes and-"suddenly the portrait swung away from the wall to reveal a red head emerge from the hidden tunnel entrance.
'What are you doing here, Traitor?" Ron sneered, his face an unnatural shade of burgundy. "Come to break into Gryffindor, hex us all and turn us over to your master?"
"No. As a part of Head Boy duties I have to patrol corridors before bed. I was just talking to the Fat Lady." Harry answered calmly.
"And I'm a devil worshipper!" Ron retorted, clearly not believing him.
"Oh? When did you take that up?" Harry sounded bored.
Ron looked about to blow his top. "I AM NOT!!"
"And I'm only on patrol and speaking to the Fat Lady."
"Get out!" Ron whispered in a blind rage. "Don't ever come near this tower or anyone who occupies it, again."
"Your death threats are getting better. Keep up the good work." Harry said flippantly, walking on down the corridor. "Good Evening, Madame." He called back to the portrait.
The sound of robes rustling and a wand being exposed, filled Harry's senses. Seconds later a hex flew his way. It got within a 2 metre radius before being absorbed into and invisible barrier. Harry stopped and turned around.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for attacking another student. Really Ron. A Jelly Legs curse?!" Harry asked, disappointedly. "Read a book for once. You're a Seventh year using a First year's hex. That's really degrading when I think I was your best friend."
"Watch yourself, Potter!" Ron snarled down the hallway before he slammed the portrait closed to the Fat Lady's dismay.
Harry just snorted at Ron's creativity, or lack there of.
:Who was that man?: Myra questioned, her head poking out of his sleeve. Lifting his hand he helped her out of his sleeve and up to around his shoulders.
:That was Ron Weasley. A Gryffindor.:
:I think the Blond man mentioned him once.:
:Well, he used to be my best friend.:
:What happened?:
:I got my inheritance and was resorted into Slytherin. He now thinks I'm a Death Eater and a typical Malfoy.:
:Seems rather stupid. Have you changed at all?:
Harry shrugged his shoulders. :Perhaps. But not in a way for Weasley to suddenly turn on me.:
:Ask the Blond Man.:
:Maybe. Speaking of which ...: Harry stopped as he witnessed a group of Slytherins exit an unused classroom followed by Draco, who closed and locked the door after himself.
"Hey Princess!" Harry came up behind him.
"Hey Hero!" Draco smirked, quickly glancing around the deserted corridor before turning to Harry, placing hands on his hips; his lips locking onto Harry's.
They moaned quietly together as Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck; the blonde pulling the raven haired flush against him. Draco smirked into the kiss before breaking away. Harry licked his lips before slowly opening his eyes.
"You alright there, Hero?" Draco smirked again.
"Yeah." Harry said huskily, smiling back.
Draco laughed as he gave Harry another quick kiss. "Finished rounds yet?"
Harry shook his head to wake up from the daze. "Yeah, after the Gryffindor corridors I was going to go to bed. Met up with Ron too!" Harry commented as he started walking with Draco following next to him, down the corridors and some secret passages on their way to the Slytherin Dungeons.
"Oh. What happened?" Draco looked on curiously.
"Still thinks I'm a traitor and was near the tower because I was going to turn the whole of Gryffindor over to Voldemort. Then he tried to hex me with a Jelly Legs curse!"
"Jelly Legs!?! I'd find that offensive!" Draco snorted as they came to stop at the Celtic tapestry that led to Harry's room. Harry gave the password and they stepped into his room.
"I know. It's just so sad how he's so ......"
"Pathetically naive? To put it nicely?" Draco supplied.
"Yeah." Harry carefully placed Myra on a pillow he'd transfigured into a basked beside his bed, that was layered with some cushioning and had a warmth charm placed over it.
He then stripped off his robes and got rid of his tie and shoes and untucked his shirt. Then he slumped down on the couch before the fire, next to Draco.
"Settled now?"
"Yes, Thank you." Harry smirked as he stretched out on the couch, his feet propped up on Draco's lap.
"Good." Draco murmured as he maneuvered himself between Harry's legs to lay down chest to chest, and slowly he kissed Harry as he felt one of Harry's legs wrap around him. He sucked Harry's lip until he was granted access and he dueled with Harry's tongue.
Feeling Harry's hand stroke his side and back, he drew Harry into his mouth to suck on his tongue. The raven haired man moaned as his hand tried to clutch something through the intense pleasure that Draco was giving him. He ended up clutching Draco's arse and the blonde shifted against him, almost grinding into him. They moaned together as once again their tongues dueled when suddenly Harry broke away.
"Fuck!" Harry gritted out.
"Hero. I thought ......we .... went through this." Draco stopped as he finally recognized that Harry was in intense pain. "Harry. What's the matter?!" Draco sounded worried as he shifted to straddle the pained man.
"Scar." Harry gritted out and Draco held his hand as his other hand flew to his head, pressing down on to the lightening bolt scar in the hopes of relieving the pain.
Draco let him grit his way through the pain, taking a hanky out of his pockets to wipe the sweat from his face, and then the blood from his scar as it trickled down his face.
Slowly Harry relaxed into the sofa, breathing in relief as the pain subsided. Eventually Harry was able to open his eyes and the sight that met them made Harry laugh.
Settled above him was the blond Slytherin looking worriedly into his eyes. His blond hair was ungelled and falling into his face. In his hand was what used to be a dark green hanky that was now black, soaked in blood.
His blood; Harry finally realized as he took his hand down from his forehead to see blood covering it. Then he felt a little trickle fall down his forehead which was quickly wiped away by Draco.
"Thanks Drake." Harry smiled, his clean hand clenching Draco's.
"Are you alright?" Draco's voice wavered as his thumb stroked the back of Harry's hand.
"Yeah, I'm alright now." Harry grimaced.
"What happened?"
"Must have forgot the barrier." Draco frowned at this. "Sev said that I was supposed to keep up this barrier to my mind so that Voldemort couldn't get in."
"Merlin! You scared me, Harry." Draco said earnestly as he bent down to press a chaste kiss to Harry's lips.
"Sorry." Harry meekly turned away.
"Don't be!!" Draco told Harry sternly, his hand forcefully turning Harry's face back towards him. He kissed Harry again, this time a whole lot more passionately and Harry joined in too.
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heheheh, sappy ending. Shite. Draco's going out of character. But he was worried :mutters heard about silly author trying to make excuses: