WARNING – Slash to be found in this chapter. If you don't like this, then
why are you here. There was a warning in the summary, and if you couldn't
tell by now, Harry and Draco are interested in each other. They're teenage
boys, so things are likely to happen!!!!!
However, should you like slash, and would like the unedited version of this chapter, then feel free to email me at everwintermyway.com with your request and the unedited chapter number!!!!! Thanks!
Greater Inheritance
Chapter 11 – Feel Better?
The remainder of their first week back at Hogwarts passed swiftly and Harry found that after Wednesday, he had the night time to himself, apart from patrolling on Fridays and Sundays for an hour or so. The majority of this free time was taken up by Draco as they either lounged around in Harry's room and the Slytherin common rooms, or doing homework.
Harry was very surprised to find that Slytherin house had accepted him so quickly, in that they hadn't hexed or threatened him. They mainly seemed wary and watchful, seeming to watch their new house mate before coming to any conclusions.
No one had said anything about their relationship either. To the public eye, Harry and Draco seemed to be very close friends, and because neither were one's for publicly flaunting their status, it seemed that the relationship hadn't really become public knowledge. Hermione occasionally gave the pair a knowing smile but that had been all.
On Saturday morning, Harry had approached Professor McGonagall about being an animagus. She had assessed him quietly before accepting his request and giving him the necessary books to learn the necessary theory work behind the transformation. She had also told him that Professor Dumbledore had requested a meeting that afternoon at 2:00 with Harry. Harry, of course, was thrilled no end as at the required time he trudged up to the grand statue and giving the password to enter the Headmaster's Office.
"Ah, Harry. How are you this afternoon? Lemon Drop?"
"Fantastic." Harry was bored again, shaking his head in the negative.
"That's wonderful. But, to business. There was a reason I wanted to see you."
"Fancy that."
Dumbledore seemed to ignore his comments. "As you are no doubt already aware, Professor Willow doesn't seem to be a suitable teacher for your class."
Harry snorted.
"Yes, well. This is where I would like to ask you a large favour." Dumbledore seemed wary.
Harry merely raised a solitary eyebrow.
"Would you be willing to teach the seventh years for the term until a replacement teacher can be found?"
"Why?"
"The students need to learn Defences Against the Dark Arts. Professor Willow cannot seem to teach your class, and I believe you to be a suitable teacher to remedy the problem for the time being, considering your history in leading the DA."
"For just the term?"
"Yes."
"I'll think about it." Harry crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation.
"Please Harry." Dumbledore begged.
"I said I'll think about it!" Harry scowled.
"Of course. Please see me tomorrow with your answer. As you can guess, we will need a teacher for Monday's class."
"What would I be teaching?"
"Mostly what you think is appropriate for the coming war. Defensive and offensive. I would like some of the older students to be able to protect the younger years, should the situation arise." Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"What about Mr Weasley?" Harry scowled as the name passed his lips.
"Ah yes, well. That is difficult. I think, during the time you are teaching, that you should continue to have the authority of Head Boy. Come see me if you have any further trouble." Dumbledore almost seemed pleased, as it seemed that Harry had already made up his mind to take the position.
"I'll think about it." Harry shot down his hopes.
"Of course. I shall see you tomorrow afternoon."
Harry stood, and with a nod, left the Headmaster's office. He was in a fairly bad mood by the time he made it to the Slytherin common room to find Draco, finishing off some transfiguration homework whilst talking to Blaise Zabini, another Seventh Year guy.
Harry flopped heavily into a chair next to Draco as he glared into the fire.
"What's up your arse?" Draco smirked at him, amused at his anger.
"Dumbledore. -pause- Not literally."
"Praise Merlin for that." Blaise snickered.
"What now?" Draco questioned further.
"He wants me to take over teaching all the Seventh Year's DADA."
"Excuse me?!" Blaise and Draco said at the same time.
"He wants me to bloody teach them to defend themselves and the lower years if the war should turn up here."
"Well, it's not a half bad idea." Blaise said critically.
"Yeah I know, that's why I'm thinking about it." Harry rubbed his hands over his face.
"And you could take the workload anyway." Draco put in his thoughts.
"Like I'll assign homework." Harry snorted. "That means I have to mark it."
"When do you have to give an answer?"
"Tomorrow arvo." Harry sighed heavily. "What should I do?"
"I reckon you should take it." Blaise said after a moment. Draco took another minute's consideration before nodding as well.
"Yeah, I guess. Better than Professor Willow anyway." Harry brought his knees up to his chest as his arms held his legs, head resting on top as he felt a headache coming on.
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The next afternoon, Harry told the Headmaster that he'd take the class, but he was still quite reluctant. And so it was that on Monday morning, just before lunch, Harry found himself in front of the entire Seventh Year body. He started of his little speech by saying that Dumbledore had requested that he take the class and that he preferred to be called Harry or Potter. He didn't care either way, but nothing else. He then went on to explain that he'd be teaching them various defensive and offensive spells to protect themselves and others should a situation arise.
As he looked around the room, he found that automatically the room had been segregated with Gryffindor sitting on the left and Slytherin on the right, with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff scattered around the middle, closer to the Gryffindor's if anything.
Harry made them up into four groups, with students from all houses in each group, before going around and demonstrating the first spell.
The class proceeded pretty easily if not for Ron, who immediately caused a disturbance: a tirade of death threats and Death Eaters comments complete with insulting Harry in general. Wasting no time at all, Ron was landed with a detention as well as an immediate meeting with Dumbledore. But what bothered Harry more however, was that most of the seventh years, at least from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw all seemed to admire him like some sort of fan club, as they all seemed to regard him as the 'Most Great and Wonderful Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived'. He tried to ignore it.
After that, class went quick and soon enough he'd dismissed them all to lunch. After Hermione gave a few words of encouragement, Harry was left alone with Draco in the big classroom. He sat against the front wall on the ground as again he brought his knees up to his chest, forehead on his knees, arms around his legs.
"You alright, Hero?" Draco asked quietly as he squat down in front of Harry.
"Peachy." Was the muffled reply.
"Harry?" Draco sounded serious.
"It's just a headache, Drake." Harry seemed to sigh heavily. Draco leaned forward, putting one hand in the dark hair and kissed the top of the raven haired head. Harry shifted as he released his knees and spread his legs apart, Draco knelt between them, shifting closer to Harry as he softly kissed him. Harry's head tilted to the side as he deepened the kiss, hands stationing around the Blonde's neck and shoulders as Draco ran his hands down from Harry's knees to his thighs and waist, steadying himself. Slowly, Draco drew away and looked at Harry.
"How bout we skip the Great Hall and get Dobby to get us some lunch here?"
"Sure." Harry sighed as his head rolled back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed; a little smile upon his face.
A loud pop a second later signified Dobby's arrival. "Harry Potter!! Harry Potter. Is Harry Potter alright? Master Draco is Harry Potter alright?" Dobby sounded panicked as he gently shook Harry's arm.
"I'm fine Dobby. Just a bit of a headache. Do you think you could bring us some lunch?"
"Anything for Harry Potter!!" Dobby, pleased, disappeared with another pop.
"You seem to know each other well." Draco commented as he shifted to sit cross legged between Harry's legs.
"Second year. He tried to 'help' me. He's the reason I couldn't get onto the train, and he charmed that bludger in that Gryffindor-Slytherin game." Harry smiled slightly.
"Helpful indeed." Draco smirked, falling quiet as he waited for Dobby to return.
A minute later, Dobby appeared with another pop as he brought huge platter filled with all sorts of sandwiches as well as a huge tankard of pumpkin juice with two goblets.
"Thanks Dobby." Harry and Draco said before Dobby disappeared again.
They ate quietly, emptying half the platter before Harry sat back with his goblet in his hand.
"You alright, Hero?"
"Don't call me that, please." Harry looked down into his pumpkin juice.
"What's the matter?" Draco looked at Harry intently, waiting for Harry to open up.
"Sick of it."
"Sick of what?"
"Everyone expecting me to save the world. Did you see half the seventh years that lesson? All thinking I'm fucking fantastic because I was chosen to take a class, so I must be bloody brilliant, waiting for a good time to destroy Voldemort for good. Everyone expects me to just be able to get rid of all their problems with a flick of my wand, the perfect world, just waiting for me to destroy Voldemort. I'm sick of all that crap. Even the Order thinks I'm fantastic because of the Prophecy."
Draco looked on sadly at his boyfriend as the world dumped all their problems on his shoulders.
"Ron doesn't help; he thinks I destroyed his family, that it was my fault that Arthur was killed."
"You know it's not your fault." Draco implored, his hand seeking Harry's out.
"I know. But I'm just sick of all the attention."
"I know." Draco stood up, pulling Harry up with him. Once Harry was up, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist as Harry wrapped his own arms around Draco's neck. They hugged quietly for a while in silence as they just held each other; Harry's forehead just resting on Draco's shoulder. "Seeing as headache potions don't work on you, how bout we go see Pomfrey about you taking the afternoon off for a sleep?"
"Whatever you think, Drake."
"Well I think it's a fantastic idea!" Draco smirked as he tried to perk Harry up a little. "So how bout we get Dobby to clean this up and we'll go see Pomfrey." Draco released him to arms length, kissing the top of his nose.
"You're supposed to be an arsehole Malfoy, not a sentimental Hufflepuff."
"But not to my boyfriend." Draco smirked as he claimed Harry's mouth again, in a loving kiss that left Harry breathless. "And I'm not being a sentimental Hufflepuff!"
"Of course not." Harry gave a small smile, before looking down to find that their lunch had already disappeared.
"Come on, you!" Draco growled playfully as he pushed Harry out of the classroom and to the Infirmary. Madame Pomfrey seemed reluctant to give Harry the afternoon off but eventually gave in when she was informed that Harry was probably ahead in the afternoon's classes and that any homework would be passed on to him from Draco.
After that, Draco had quickly sent him to bed before having to go to transfiguration alone.
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Harry woke to a new sensation of someone massaging his back through his school shirt, and peaking his eyes open he found himself in his room at Hogwarts, laying on top of his bed clad only in his school shirt and pants, as someone sitting behind him ran their hands up and down his back. Looking around the room, he found it to be moderately dark, bar the light and heat coming from the crackling fire not too far away.
Moaning, he stretched out a little, his arms straightening out above his head as his shoulders cracked. During this he felt the someone sitting behind him, shift to straddle his arse as the hands became firmer. Straining his neck, he turned to see blonde hair before his head collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Morning Drake." Harry said in a husky voice, a smile on his face.
"Evening, Mr Potter." Draco leaned up and started kissing Harry's neck beneath his shirt collar, hands continuing to stroke his shirt clad back.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What are you doing?" Harry mumbled into the pillow, smile evident in his voice.
"What do you think?" Draco continued licking and kissing his way along Harry's neck.
"Being one very naughty boy." Harry moaned as Draco bit down lightly on his neck.
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They collapsed together, breathing heavily as they held on to the other for dear life. Eventually, Draco rose up on his elbows, still buried inside Harry; he hovered over the raven haired man's face, "Feel better?"
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Remember, if you want the unedited version, then send me an email at everwintermyway.com
EverWinter
However, should you like slash, and would like the unedited version of this chapter, then feel free to email me at everwintermyway.com with your request and the unedited chapter number!!!!! Thanks!
Greater Inheritance
Chapter 11 – Feel Better?
The remainder of their first week back at Hogwarts passed swiftly and Harry found that after Wednesday, he had the night time to himself, apart from patrolling on Fridays and Sundays for an hour or so. The majority of this free time was taken up by Draco as they either lounged around in Harry's room and the Slytherin common rooms, or doing homework.
Harry was very surprised to find that Slytherin house had accepted him so quickly, in that they hadn't hexed or threatened him. They mainly seemed wary and watchful, seeming to watch their new house mate before coming to any conclusions.
No one had said anything about their relationship either. To the public eye, Harry and Draco seemed to be very close friends, and because neither were one's for publicly flaunting their status, it seemed that the relationship hadn't really become public knowledge. Hermione occasionally gave the pair a knowing smile but that had been all.
On Saturday morning, Harry had approached Professor McGonagall about being an animagus. She had assessed him quietly before accepting his request and giving him the necessary books to learn the necessary theory work behind the transformation. She had also told him that Professor Dumbledore had requested a meeting that afternoon at 2:00 with Harry. Harry, of course, was thrilled no end as at the required time he trudged up to the grand statue and giving the password to enter the Headmaster's Office.
"Ah, Harry. How are you this afternoon? Lemon Drop?"
"Fantastic." Harry was bored again, shaking his head in the negative.
"That's wonderful. But, to business. There was a reason I wanted to see you."
"Fancy that."
Dumbledore seemed to ignore his comments. "As you are no doubt already aware, Professor Willow doesn't seem to be a suitable teacher for your class."
Harry snorted.
"Yes, well. This is where I would like to ask you a large favour." Dumbledore seemed wary.
Harry merely raised a solitary eyebrow.
"Would you be willing to teach the seventh years for the term until a replacement teacher can be found?"
"Why?"
"The students need to learn Defences Against the Dark Arts. Professor Willow cannot seem to teach your class, and I believe you to be a suitable teacher to remedy the problem for the time being, considering your history in leading the DA."
"For just the term?"
"Yes."
"I'll think about it." Harry crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation.
"Please Harry." Dumbledore begged.
"I said I'll think about it!" Harry scowled.
"Of course. Please see me tomorrow with your answer. As you can guess, we will need a teacher for Monday's class."
"What would I be teaching?"
"Mostly what you think is appropriate for the coming war. Defensive and offensive. I would like some of the older students to be able to protect the younger years, should the situation arise." Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"What about Mr Weasley?" Harry scowled as the name passed his lips.
"Ah yes, well. That is difficult. I think, during the time you are teaching, that you should continue to have the authority of Head Boy. Come see me if you have any further trouble." Dumbledore almost seemed pleased, as it seemed that Harry had already made up his mind to take the position.
"I'll think about it." Harry shot down his hopes.
"Of course. I shall see you tomorrow afternoon."
Harry stood, and with a nod, left the Headmaster's office. He was in a fairly bad mood by the time he made it to the Slytherin common room to find Draco, finishing off some transfiguration homework whilst talking to Blaise Zabini, another Seventh Year guy.
Harry flopped heavily into a chair next to Draco as he glared into the fire.
"What's up your arse?" Draco smirked at him, amused at his anger.
"Dumbledore. -pause- Not literally."
"Praise Merlin for that." Blaise snickered.
"What now?" Draco questioned further.
"He wants me to take over teaching all the Seventh Year's DADA."
"Excuse me?!" Blaise and Draco said at the same time.
"He wants me to bloody teach them to defend themselves and the lower years if the war should turn up here."
"Well, it's not a half bad idea." Blaise said critically.
"Yeah I know, that's why I'm thinking about it." Harry rubbed his hands over his face.
"And you could take the workload anyway." Draco put in his thoughts.
"Like I'll assign homework." Harry snorted. "That means I have to mark it."
"When do you have to give an answer?"
"Tomorrow arvo." Harry sighed heavily. "What should I do?"
"I reckon you should take it." Blaise said after a moment. Draco took another minute's consideration before nodding as well.
"Yeah, I guess. Better than Professor Willow anyway." Harry brought his knees up to his chest as his arms held his legs, head resting on top as he felt a headache coming on.
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The next afternoon, Harry told the Headmaster that he'd take the class, but he was still quite reluctant. And so it was that on Monday morning, just before lunch, Harry found himself in front of the entire Seventh Year body. He started of his little speech by saying that Dumbledore had requested that he take the class and that he preferred to be called Harry or Potter. He didn't care either way, but nothing else. He then went on to explain that he'd be teaching them various defensive and offensive spells to protect themselves and others should a situation arise.
As he looked around the room, he found that automatically the room had been segregated with Gryffindor sitting on the left and Slytherin on the right, with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff scattered around the middle, closer to the Gryffindor's if anything.
Harry made them up into four groups, with students from all houses in each group, before going around and demonstrating the first spell.
The class proceeded pretty easily if not for Ron, who immediately caused a disturbance: a tirade of death threats and Death Eaters comments complete with insulting Harry in general. Wasting no time at all, Ron was landed with a detention as well as an immediate meeting with Dumbledore. But what bothered Harry more however, was that most of the seventh years, at least from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw all seemed to admire him like some sort of fan club, as they all seemed to regard him as the 'Most Great and Wonderful Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived'. He tried to ignore it.
After that, class went quick and soon enough he'd dismissed them all to lunch. After Hermione gave a few words of encouragement, Harry was left alone with Draco in the big classroom. He sat against the front wall on the ground as again he brought his knees up to his chest, forehead on his knees, arms around his legs.
"You alright, Hero?" Draco asked quietly as he squat down in front of Harry.
"Peachy." Was the muffled reply.
"Harry?" Draco sounded serious.
"It's just a headache, Drake." Harry seemed to sigh heavily. Draco leaned forward, putting one hand in the dark hair and kissed the top of the raven haired head. Harry shifted as he released his knees and spread his legs apart, Draco knelt between them, shifting closer to Harry as he softly kissed him. Harry's head tilted to the side as he deepened the kiss, hands stationing around the Blonde's neck and shoulders as Draco ran his hands down from Harry's knees to his thighs and waist, steadying himself. Slowly, Draco drew away and looked at Harry.
"How bout we skip the Great Hall and get Dobby to get us some lunch here?"
"Sure." Harry sighed as his head rolled back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed; a little smile upon his face.
A loud pop a second later signified Dobby's arrival. "Harry Potter!! Harry Potter. Is Harry Potter alright? Master Draco is Harry Potter alright?" Dobby sounded panicked as he gently shook Harry's arm.
"I'm fine Dobby. Just a bit of a headache. Do you think you could bring us some lunch?"
"Anything for Harry Potter!!" Dobby, pleased, disappeared with another pop.
"You seem to know each other well." Draco commented as he shifted to sit cross legged between Harry's legs.
"Second year. He tried to 'help' me. He's the reason I couldn't get onto the train, and he charmed that bludger in that Gryffindor-Slytherin game." Harry smiled slightly.
"Helpful indeed." Draco smirked, falling quiet as he waited for Dobby to return.
A minute later, Dobby appeared with another pop as he brought huge platter filled with all sorts of sandwiches as well as a huge tankard of pumpkin juice with two goblets.
"Thanks Dobby." Harry and Draco said before Dobby disappeared again.
They ate quietly, emptying half the platter before Harry sat back with his goblet in his hand.
"You alright, Hero?"
"Don't call me that, please." Harry looked down into his pumpkin juice.
"What's the matter?" Draco looked at Harry intently, waiting for Harry to open up.
"Sick of it."
"Sick of what?"
"Everyone expecting me to save the world. Did you see half the seventh years that lesson? All thinking I'm fucking fantastic because I was chosen to take a class, so I must be bloody brilliant, waiting for a good time to destroy Voldemort for good. Everyone expects me to just be able to get rid of all their problems with a flick of my wand, the perfect world, just waiting for me to destroy Voldemort. I'm sick of all that crap. Even the Order thinks I'm fantastic because of the Prophecy."
Draco looked on sadly at his boyfriend as the world dumped all their problems on his shoulders.
"Ron doesn't help; he thinks I destroyed his family, that it was my fault that Arthur was killed."
"You know it's not your fault." Draco implored, his hand seeking Harry's out.
"I know. But I'm just sick of all the attention."
"I know." Draco stood up, pulling Harry up with him. Once Harry was up, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist as Harry wrapped his own arms around Draco's neck. They hugged quietly for a while in silence as they just held each other; Harry's forehead just resting on Draco's shoulder. "Seeing as headache potions don't work on you, how bout we go see Pomfrey about you taking the afternoon off for a sleep?"
"Whatever you think, Drake."
"Well I think it's a fantastic idea!" Draco smirked as he tried to perk Harry up a little. "So how bout we get Dobby to clean this up and we'll go see Pomfrey." Draco released him to arms length, kissing the top of his nose.
"You're supposed to be an arsehole Malfoy, not a sentimental Hufflepuff."
"But not to my boyfriend." Draco smirked as he claimed Harry's mouth again, in a loving kiss that left Harry breathless. "And I'm not being a sentimental Hufflepuff!"
"Of course not." Harry gave a small smile, before looking down to find that their lunch had already disappeared.
"Come on, you!" Draco growled playfully as he pushed Harry out of the classroom and to the Infirmary. Madame Pomfrey seemed reluctant to give Harry the afternoon off but eventually gave in when she was informed that Harry was probably ahead in the afternoon's classes and that any homework would be passed on to him from Draco.
After that, Draco had quickly sent him to bed before having to go to transfiguration alone.
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Harry woke to a new sensation of someone massaging his back through his school shirt, and peaking his eyes open he found himself in his room at Hogwarts, laying on top of his bed clad only in his school shirt and pants, as someone sitting behind him ran their hands up and down his back. Looking around the room, he found it to be moderately dark, bar the light and heat coming from the crackling fire not too far away.
Moaning, he stretched out a little, his arms straightening out above his head as his shoulders cracked. During this he felt the someone sitting behind him, shift to straddle his arse as the hands became firmer. Straining his neck, he turned to see blonde hair before his head collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Morning Drake." Harry said in a husky voice, a smile on his face.
"Evening, Mr Potter." Draco leaned up and started kissing Harry's neck beneath his shirt collar, hands continuing to stroke his shirt clad back.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What are you doing?" Harry mumbled into the pillow, smile evident in his voice.
"What do you think?" Draco continued licking and kissing his way along Harry's neck.
"Being one very naughty boy." Harry moaned as Draco bit down lightly on his neck.
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They collapsed together, breathing heavily as they held on to the other for dear life. Eventually, Draco rose up on his elbows, still buried inside Harry; he hovered over the raven haired man's face, "Feel better?"
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Remember, if you want the unedited version, then send me an email at everwintermyway.com
EverWinter