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Greater Inheritance
Chapter 18 – The Calm Before the Storm
For days, Harry had been begging Draco to do some training in swordplay; Harry was interested and also a little cautious, as he would never know what Voldemort might throw in his face. On every occasion, Draco had flatly refused, stating that he didn't feel like it, had homework to do and any other excuse under the sun. But on Sunday, Draco caved; he was sick and tired of Harry's begging. He was all for begging of a different nature but this was getting irritating. And so it was that Harry had dragged Draco back through the various corridors and doors (secret and otherwise) in the dungeons, and back to the grand room where they had first sparred together on their first day back.
Grudgingly, Draco removed his outer clothing and was left in his pants, shirt with the sleeves rolled up and barefoot. He padded over to the wall to take out the elegant swords. Harry quickly followed suit as he then took one of the swords from Draco and got ready.
"Alright Pots. Let's go." Draco smirked as he dropped into position, sword at the ready.
Harry's eye took on a maniacal glint as he swung. With practiced ease, Draco blocked.
For someone who had little practice with a sword, Harry managed to nick Draco a few times, but by far, Draco was the better swordsman, as Harry was working a lot harder to find ways to block Draco's strikes. Sweat was pouring off the raven haired Slytherin before the sword slid out of his hands and across to the other side of the room.
Draco smirked evilly as he threw the sword into a corner and raised an evil eyebrow in challenge at Harry. The raven-haired watched Draco like a hawk as they circled each other. They sent the first spell simultaneously and they clashed in mid air, sending a shower of sparks to the ground. Before they'd hit the ground, Draco had sent yet another hex at Harry. It hit a barrier and rebounded back to Draco. The blonde erected his own shield and it rebounded back to Harry again.
The hex bounced between them a few times before Harry changed his barrier and absorbed the hex.
This match wasn't going very far so Draco started walking closer to Harry. He watched as Harry looked confused for a moment before cottoning on, walking closer he balled his fists.
Harry wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and waited for Draco to strike. The blonde finally did as he aimed a punch for Harry's face. Harry blocked and landed one into Draco's stomach.
Draco stumbled before coming back and tackling Harry to the ground. Pinning Harry's arms to the ground and his legs with his own, Draco looked victoriously down at him.
"I win."
Harry didn't say anything as he thrust his hips into Draco's. The blonde closed his eyes, biting back a moan as he looked back down to Harry, lust evident. Seeing as Harry couldn't very well bring Draco further down on to him, as he was fairly well trapped, he encouraged Draco to lean down as he thrust up into Draco again.
Draco started panting as Harry rocked his hips into him, unconsciously releasing Harry's hands as one travelled down to stroke Harry's chest; the other arm shaking as he tried to keep himself up.
Hands now free, Harry immediately hooked them around Draco's neck, nestling into his hair as the blonde was drawn down to be kissed. Draco quite happily let Harry take over the situation, savouring the taste of Harry's tongue invading his mouth. He was startled for a moment when he felt a warm hand inside his boxers grasp his arse. Loudly groaning now, he let Harry grind into him as felt the pull in his groin signalling his impending release.
BANG
Both heads snapped around to look for the source of the disturbance. Harry saw it first in the form of Severus Snape standing in the doorway, wand raised, blue embers of light falling in front of him into nothing.
"You could have just left us alone, being the kind hearted teacher you are," Draco grumbled, feeling the uncomfortable tightness in his pants and the lack of friction.
"Mr Potter, need I remind you again of your Head Boy duties? As in your task to decorate the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, which is due to start in little under three quarters of an hour," Snape drawled, making to look at his wrist for the time.
"Yes, Sev. I'll be there in a minute."
"No. NOW. Make a move." Snape remained only long enough to see the two boys separate before disappearing in a flurry of trademark robes, obviously not keen on really seeing the state of his two students.
"Not fair," Harry sounded strangled, and Draco could see evidence why, seeing as they weren't wearing robes to hide certain bulges.
"Shall we go quickly get cleaned up?" Harry couldn't miss the tone in Draco's voice.
Harry again strangled out, "Definitely."
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By weeks end, the students of Hogwarts were becoming excited; Halloween was already here. The Order members were still in place around the school, which also reminded everyone of the lurking danger outside the Castle's wards.
The strangest thing, however, was the total silence on the enemy front. There was no news regarding Voldemort, nor any Death Eaters. There were no attacks, no news of movement or anything. The only thought that ran through Harry's head was: 'The Calm Before the Storm'.
Although this wasn't a pleasant thought, he was happy for the end to be finally at hand. He was sick and tired of waiting. But for now, he was going to enjoy himself as the Head Boy and Head Girl took on the plans for the Halloween Party, now that Snape had reminded Harry again.
The combination of Harry and Hermione organising for the Feast was an excellent one as Hermione did the planning and Harry did the doing. With a thought, Harry had the decorations in the air as black and orange streamers with the heads of dragons soared through the air. Around the outskirts of the Great Hall were various tombstones covered in moss and surrounding the tables, thick on the ground was a foggy mist that created swirling eddies when someone walked through it. Then there were the bats that few in swarms trough the air. And as always, to keep with tradition, the Hall itself was lit with dozens of Jack-O-Lanterns.
Hermione was very pleased with the outcome as she beamed at Harry's handiwork and then at him.
"Exactly Harry!! Exactly how I pictured it!!" Hermione squealed as she kicked up the fog around her in such a childish way that certainly wasn't like Hermione.
"Merlin Hero!! Where's the G rated room for the first and second years?!" Draco cautiously touched one of the headstones and his fingers came away feeling slimy; he wiped it on Harry's robes.
"Glad I got it right, 'Mione." Harry laughed, ignoring Draco as he watched her.
"Ahh, Children! This is absolutely marvellous!!" Dumbledore looked around him like a 5 year old in a candy store with 500 Galleons to spend.
Harry's mood instantly darkened at the word 'children', but Dumbledore didn't notice as he continued to walk around the enchanted Great Hall.
Draco did notice and prodded Harry in the side. The masses of students were beginning to filter in, and such a negative mood from their supposed saviour would probably scare most students.
After a furious poking war, the two Slytherins finally took their seat at the table. Slightly sore and out of breath, they joined the conversations around them. Soon the Great Hall was full and Dumbledore stood to make his speech.
"Dear students, I think we should congratulate our Head Boy and Girl on a magnificent job of decorating our Hall on this festive occasion." The students clapped and Dumbledore continued, "And now, let's tuck into our delicious feast.' At Dumbledore's word, the plates were filled, "Bon appétit!"
Harry sat back a moment, almost turned off his food as he watched Crabbe and Goyle across from him, stuffing their faces, literally, with all the sticky, sugary foods within arms reach.
"Good god, they're worse than Ron," Harry muttered as he watched them. The scene was almost like a car crash: you want to turn away but you're caught in some kind of morbid fascination and can't turn for the life of you.
"Learnt to ignore it. Had to with one on either side of me for 5 years." Draco had taken a candy apple and Harry noticed he was resolutely looking everywhere and anywhere than at the two disgusting Slytherins that were continuing to 'eat'.
Taking Draco's advice, Harry concentrated on anything than the horrible sight before him. Turning slightly, he started talking to Blaise. But things became difficult when Draco's hand started wandering under the table.
"Stop it, you!!" Harry glared good-naturedly at the blonde as he batted the hand away again.
"Then hurry up and finish so we can get the Slytherin party started," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.
"If you hadn't noticed, all of Slytherin is still here. We're not missing anything," Harry muttered back.
"But we lead Slytherin. When we make a move, they will follow." Draco made a show of taking his napkin and dumping it on his plate. Automatically, Blaise and a few other seventh years looked to Draco.
"We done?" Blaise asked.
"I think so. Time to get ready for the real party." Draco nodded, and various students from differing year levels rose. Aside to Harry, he murmured, "See?"
Harry shook his head, remaining silent as he joined Draco and the other Slytherins leaving the hall. Back in the Slytherin common rooms, students were already charming various decorations and whatnot around the cosy dungeon. The sconces around the walls were low and gave the room a dull light as suddenly the music started up, a heavy metal kind of rock blaring from nowhere in particular.
Harry found the atmosphere amazing as people started dancing, having already changed in the split seconds it took Harry to look in a different direction. Hands grasping his hips awoke Harry from his little appraisal of the Slytherin Halloween Party. Harry looked back to Draco.
"Go get dressed. I'll meet you in your room," Draco whispered in his ear and Harry nodded, both separating to their rooms to get their costumes on.
Harry hadn't told Draco about his Halloween costume, as he wanted to leave it as a surprise for Draco. He knew the blonde had probably wracked his brains to think of what he might possibly choose, but Harry knew that this was definitely something Draco would not think of.
Draping Myra around his shoulders (she'd grown in the past two weeks to be a little under 40 centimetres long) as a final touch he waited for Draco to come in. When he finally did breeze through, Harry's breath caught in his throat and all blood in his body was redirected.
Harry's eyes travelled up from the tight leather pants to the pure white, billowy shirt that had the top three buttons undone. Spread over his shoulders was a dark midnight black cape with a high collar in traditional Dracula style, and lined with blood red silk. The blonde hair hung loose around his face; the pale skin of his exposed neck, begging to be licked, sucked and bitten.
"Please don't tell me you're going as Voldemort!?" Draco asked incredulously, breaking Harry's gaze from the body before him and to actually see Draco. Vaguely he could see pointed fangs, possibly created by magic.
"Thought you might appreciate it." Harry grinned evilly back; Draco rolled his eyes.
"No."
"No what?"
"No."
"Don't appreciate it?"
"No."
"Don't like it?"
"No."
"Do like it?"
"NO!! You're not wearing that."
"Oh!!" Harry whined. "Why not?"
"We're trying to project a good-guy vibe here, not Dark Lord in training." Draco shook his head, exasperated.
"But-"
"No!" Draco said firmly. "Now, what else could you go as?"
Harry thought for a moment removing Myra, obviously in a bit of a playful mood, "I know."
Seconds later he had long billowing black robes and had grown his hair to shoulder length. "How bout as Severus?" Harry put the Potions Master's trademark scowl on his face as he sneered at Draco.
Draco laughed, but shook his head. "Not if you value your life. He won't hesitate, no matter your current civility."
Draco started circling him, thinking of possible ideas but discarding them just as quickly. Harry however had taken to staring at the blonde's exposed neck, 'yummy' Harry thought as he unconsciously licked his lips.
"I think..." Draco stopped and decided to do the transfiguration for him. Harry, however, barely noticed as he started drifting closer to Draco. Before Draco could open his mouth again, he found it covered as Harry latched on, tongue running deep into his mouth, stroking his tongue. The blonde moaned as he placed hands on Harry's hips for stability. Harry just kept going as he pushed Draco back until they reached the bed and Harry promptly sent Draco sprawling, jumping after him to straddle the blonde and continue their snogging.
Draco was torn. He knew they had to get to the party to at least make an appearance BEFORE they disappeared again for what would probably be a long and passionate night. But at the moment, he was fighting a losing battle, involuntarily shifting to place Harry between his legs. Harry took advantage of the moment and ground down into Draco, who groaned loudly, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist.
"Hey!! Are you guys com...ing..." Blaise stopped talking from the doorway, obviously looking for the two. "I guess you're about to..." he mumbled to himself before speaking up. "OI!!!!! DRACO! HARRY!!"
The two started, as they turned to look for who interrupted them, still stunned. Draco spotted Blaise first and glared.
"Remember?! Party? Halloween Party!? Right Now!!! You guys can screw later, set an example!!!" The tall Slytherin left them at that as realisation dawned on Draco.
"Shit!" Draco said, wriggling out from under Harry and rearranging his clothes to their former pristine form whilst Harry mumbled vehemently into the bed covers about 'damn interruptions', 'locking spells' and 'never getting off'.
"Come on Potter!!! Get a move on, we've a party to attend." Draco slapped Harry's arse to get him moving. "UP!!"
"ALRIGHT! Fu..." Harry trailed off as he dragged himself off the bed.
"Thank you! Now, to finish off your costume." Draco smirked as he transfigured the Snape robes into long black ones with a huge peaked hood and cuffs that billowed out past his hands. A few glamour spells had made Harry quite a few shades paler, yet not as pale as Draco was in Vampire mode; and his eyes so dark they looked black. Draco picked up a comb off the bench in the bathroom and transfigured it into a scythe ('he doesn't use it anyway' Draco thought to himself). He handed it to Harry.
Harry took the sharp scythe with a maniacal laugh. "Ohhh, I like!!!"
"Hmmm, I wonder if this was such a good idea," Draco said idly, shaking his head, he continued to get Harry's costume right, adjusting the hood to cover his face to leave it completely in dark shadows. "And I present the Grim Reaper!"
"Shall we, Count Dracula?" Harry motioned to the door with the huge Scythe, obviously liking his new toy.
"Indeed, Mr. Death."
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Out in the Common Room, the lights had been dimmed and music filtered from nowhere in particular. Harry instantly perked up as the atmosphere of the party hit him; this was going to be a fun night.
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