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Title: Protégé part 6Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!
Note that this is my first Harry Potter story. I am not new to the Yaoi/slash concept, and I have written many fics for the Gundam Wing universe (and been writing GW fics for over two years!).
Contents: This fic will contain Slash, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let's hope), and slight adult content.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione
Year: 6th
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.
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The Truth Be Told and Outdoor Fun
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The fresh air outside was heavenly. They had a day off, and the teachers thought it was a good idea to have lunch outside this time. The four long tables with food appeared and there was the hustle and bustle of four houses as they sat in there their usual spots. Harry was feeling rather happy to be outside for a change. Dumbledore had informed them that the decorations for Halloween would be up by the time they all got done eating and went back inside.
The teachers were seated far enough away from the rest of the class that anything spoken couldn't be heard, but they could still see if anything amiss started. They were all digging into their food and happily chatting when someone finally spoke up.
"Malfoy hasn't taken the charm off of Harry yet, has he?"
Most of the Gryffindor table and the Ravenclaw table went silent. Some of the Hufflepuffs were all wondering why the other two tables had suddenly gone quieter, and the Slytherins were mainly smirking or snickering.
Harry was a bit surprised when Neville spoke up. He looked across the table to see that Draco was busying himself with eating and didn't seem to care why his table was smirking and laughing at the Gryffindors.
"Is it true, Harry?" Lavender asked, blinking.
Harry slowly nodded and then he noticed that everyone went rather stiff.
"Don't worry," Harry finally said. "I'm not gonna go around touching you guys or anything."
"We know that, Harry." Dean said. "Why don't you go complain to Professor Dumbledore about this?"
"I was just thinking about talking to him. I also want to find out how Professor Sprout is doing."
"I heard that she's finally starting to feel her legs." Seamus said. Some of the others around him nodded.
"That's what I heard too." said Colin.
Harry sighed in relief, glad to know that he was probably of some help after all. He was hoping so anyways, after all that he had to go through to get the strange plant analyzed.
"So, Harry, do you think that Malfoy would be mad if you told Dumbledore he wouldn't take the charm off of you?" Neville asked, fidgeting very nervously.
Harry shrugged, not really sure. "I don't know. Maybe."
"Who cares?" Ron said after he swallowed a bite of his pasta. "It's his own stupid fault for putting the Protection spell on you in the first place."
Many nodded.
"I suppose. . ." Harry sighed.
Just then, a Slytherin, by the name of Montague, turned around from his table and glared over at where all the redheads were seated. Harry and Hermione were amongst the middle of all the Weasleys.
Montague branded a sneer at the table, getting Ron's attention. Fred and George, who were there because they had some business with Dumbledore, were sitting in front of Ron and Harry, backs turned to the Slytherin table. They both noticed their little brother's eyes glaring at something behind them. They both turned around and saw that the Slytherin was sneering and holding something long and white in between his fingers. It was recognized instantly.
"Hey, Weasleys, mind if I smoke?" Montague said nastily.
Fred smirked at him and said, "I don't know, you mind if I fart?"
Everyone within earshot split into laughter. The Slytherin's face went red.
"It's one of my habits." Fred said not missing a beat. More laughter roared. "You know they have a special section for me on the Hogwarts Express now …"
The Slytherin turned back to his own table, red with anger. Everyone that was laughing was holding their sides, faces beat red.
"It's hard to quit—uh," Fred smiled. "You know after sex I really have to urge to light one up." [1]
Many Gryffindors were now lying on the ground, holding their guts. The Slytherin table was eerily quiet with either anger, or fear of bursting out laughing themselves. Fred smirked at some of them, knowing this. When you got it, you got it.
Harry had to take off his glasses to wipe the tears from his eyes. He had missed having the twins around. He was going to be sad when they left tomorrow, but he knew that they would be back to gladly whisk him away for a weekend some day. They had practically adopted him as another brother the moment they found out that he was best friends with Ron.
When he placed his glasses back on his face, he noticed with slight fogged up vision that Draco was shaking with what looked like silent laughter. If Malfoy burst now, Harry knew that the blonde's Housemates wouldn't like it too much, but he knew that Draco would be able to defend himself.
"That, my brother, was brilliant!" George finally said, catching his breath.
Fred grinned. "Muggle humor. You gotta love it."
Unfortunately, the whole commotion brought Snape over to investigate. Many Gryffindors immediately settled down and picked themselves off of the ground. The few that were left snickering were less frightened of the teacher.
"What is going on here?" Snape demanded.
Harry was bold enough to explain without busting into laughter again. "Fred told a joke, that's all."
Snape looked over and eyed the Weasley twin doubtfully. Unfortunately, he was glaring at the wrong one.
"I'm George. He's Fred." The twin pointed at his brother.
"Oh, thanks for trying to save me, brother." Fred sighed.
Snape, not wanting to look like a fool, bounced his eyes between the two as if he didn't believe what George said. "Try not to overexert yourselves, gentlemen. We wouldn't want anyone *dying* of laughter, now would we?"
"Oh, come on, Professor, it's our day off! Can't we have some fun?"
Snape looked over and glared at Colin who was smiling sheepishly. "Indeed it is. Just try not to look for trouble with the other Houses, if you can help it." He shifted his eyes back over to the twins and then left to go join the other teachers again.
"He really needs to lighten up." Ron said, getting a nod from Harry.
~*~
The Gryffindors and the Slytherins had a match the next day. Tonight Harry decided to do some flying by himself so he wouldn't chance getting anyone shocked.
Harry mounted his broom and took off into the dimming sky, enjoying the feel of the cool wind whipping through his hair. He halted in midair above the Quidditch pitch and let himself relax while he scanned the area. The field was looking perfect as always, and it was unusually peaceful. When practicing, he would normally be with other players, but this time he couldn't afford it. It made him wonder if Draco would ever take the Protection charm off of him. Apparently, whatever nightmares Draco had been having must really be horrifying for him to have placed the spell in the first place.
Wishing to feel the air move around him once more, Harry began to fly around the oval-shaped field. He went faster and faster while he flew, as if the whooshing wind would lift the spell from his body.
When he slowed down, his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure moving onto the pitch. He whirled around to get a closer look and saw that it was none other than that damn Slytherin.
Like a force being pulled in the opposite direction, Harry did an about face and started to fly toward the other side of the Quidditch field.
"Potter!" Harry heard his last name bellowed, but he didn't look back. He kept a steady pace forward, relishing in the feel of the breeze blowing through his messy hair and pushing it back from his face.
"Hey! Are you deaf or something?" Draco pulled up along side him. Harry didn't even want to look at him right now. He knew that if he did he'd get lost in those stormy eyes.
"Go away." Harry threw back, even though it came out with less bite than he had intended. He wanted to fly faster, to get away from Draco, but his whole body was betraying him.
"Now that's no way to talk to your date, is it?"
"I want to be alone, Malfoy. Can't you tell?"
Draco made a tisk noise and then moved his broom closer to Harry's. "Somebody needs a hug."
"And somebody needs to do what he's told and take a certain spell off of a certain person." Harry sneered.
"And who might that be?" Draco gave him a mocking smile.
Harry finally turned his head to shoot a nasty glare at the Slytherin. Those silvery-gray met forest green. "Why are you doing this to me, Malfoy?"
"Well it's about time you asked me that question."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "But I *did* ask you that question before!"
"Oh? You did?"
Harry groaned.
"Ok, look," Draco stated, "I've told that nutcase Professor Trelawny my nightmare so I guess I could tell you. But, I want to make it absolutely clear that I am not afraid for your safety. I am doing this to: A - stop the nightmares, and B - not let anyone or anything else get the chance to defeat you before I can. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded. He knew it wasn't the full truth, but he could wait. He needed to know the reason behind Draco's strange behavior, and he hoped that Draco would tell him the truth on his own.
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When Draco finished telling Harry his nightmare, including the embarrassing part where he ran to Harry's side, a very awkward silence fell upon them.
Finally, Harry broke the unusual peace, "So, why would I go down into the dungeons in the first place?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders, "Beats me, Potter. For all I know, you're down there saving someone's life."
'Saving someone's life …' Harry pondered. There was a slight pause before Harry said, "Do you know what room we were in?"
Draco looked like he was thinking about it. "Not sure. All I know is that I didn't recognize it and I know most of the rooms in the dungeons."
"Maybe there's a secret passage that leads to that room." Harry said to himself aloud.
"Potter, if you think that I'm going to let you go scurrying about through the Slytherin halls, you've got another thing coming!"
"Why? Are you afraid that I'd meet up with this so-called monster and get hurt?"
Draco's cheeks tinted a bright pink. "Of course not! I just don't need some Gryffindor git wandering through our halls!"
"Admit it, Draco … you're worried that I'll get killed…."
"I will admit to no such thing, thank you very much!"
Harry stopped his Firebolt and Draco followed suit. "I thought you said that you were worried."
"What?" Draco sneered.
"Remember in the hallway when we argued about getting the charm off of me, you said something like: 'is that what I get for worrying about you?' Remember?"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes, you did."
Draco chuckled. "I would have remembered something like that, Potter."
"You don't? That was about a week or so ago."
"Was it?"
"Yes!"
"Well, you don't have to snap at me! Back, Simba! Back!" Draco pretended that he had a chair in one hand and a whip in the other.
Harry shook his head. "Oy vey, you're impossible." He slowly landed near the boys' locker room, and Draco followed. Harry pretended not to notice until he heard Draco say—
"So then. . . about our date. . ."
Harry groaned.
~*~
Pansy was storming from the Slytherin common room, not caring who saw her or who got in her way. If anyone did see her now, they should know better to avoid her. She had just found out about the first rose that Draco had sent to Harry, and she didn't appreciate being lied to.
She had been on her way to her last class when she heard a group of fifth years yakking. Curious, she slipped into the shadows against a wall and listened in.
"Yeah, did you see Harry Potter's face? He looked so adorably confused when he got that white rose." She sounded like she was smiling.
Pansy heard the other girl sigh, "Yes, I did see. Who knew that Draco Malfoy was such a romantic? If it wasn't Parvati that told me, I wouldn't have believed it."
"That Parvati is such a gossip hog. I'm surprised that everything she tells is the truth and not just some silly rumor. How does she do it?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's really good at Divination."
That was when Pansy ran from the corridor in tears toward the Slytherin's dorm. And after she had finally turned her anguish into rage, she stormed from the Slytherin common room toward the Great Hall where she knew that Crabbe and Goyle were at right now. She also hoped that Draco was there too so she could give him a piece of her mind, and maybe even a slap across the face.
When she reached the Great Hall, however, she didn't see a blond head anywhere. She only saw the two ninnies sitting there with, surprisingly, a pair of books in front of them. Well, she guessed that since Draco didn't seem to want there company as much anymore, it only seemed plausible that they would spend time studying. The hell with what Draco was doing right now, huh boys?
"Hey, prats, where's Draco?" she asked, keeping her temper in check.
"Who knows?" Goyle answered her, eyes still on his homework.
"Well, then, does anyone know?" she grounded out.
"Um. . . not sure," was Crabbe's answer.
"Then where did you last see him?"
"Uh, last time? Umm. . . it was after we ate outside, I think."
Crabbe nodded his agreement.
"Fine. I'll go look for him myself then. Some help you two were!" she huffed, and then stomped out of the Great Hall.
"So who spit in her pumpkin juice?" Goyle asked.
They both looked at each other and then laughed.
~*~
Draco stood there and watched as Harry stripped his sweaty Quidditch uniform off. Draco never really understood why Harry had to wear it when he was only practicing, but he figured that maybe it made him feel as if he were really playing and it gave him more of a high, or something. Whenever he was out on the playing field, decked out in his Slytherin attire, he felt more alive than when he wore his school uniform and robe.
Harry pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing his bare chest. Draco had to swallow a lump that was forming in his throat. He had an idea that Harry was more built now than back in his second year, but he had no idea that he actually had muscular pecs.
The Gryffindor felt eyes on him and he turned his head. He readjusted his glasses that had gone crooked on his nose as he looked at the blond boy. Yes, Draco was checking him out. He turned away and shivered.
"Do you have to keep staring like that?" Harry stuffed his dirty shirt into his locker. He put his thumbs around the button of his trousers and looked back to see that Draco's eyes had fixed themselves on that spot.
"I have no control over where my eyes are going right now." Draco snickered.
Harry rolled his eyes. He was about to say something but he knew that it would just go in one ear and out the other. The more he thought about Draco looking at him in *that* way, the more it made Harry feel like he had more control over the situation. Just what would Draco do if he started to take the rest of his clothes off real slow? He tried to not grin from the thought, imagining the blonde's jaw dropping to the floor.
So then, very slowly, Harry popped his button open. Watching Draco out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Slytherin was following his every move. 'Aha, I got you.' Harry smiled to himself as he slowly undid his zipper. He saw Draco lick his lips, and then he wiped his brow when Harry put his thumbs into the waist of his pants and began to pull them down carefully.
Harry heard him growl.
He looked over and saw that Draco was glaring at him.
"That's it, Potter." his voice cracked, "I will have my revenge."
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Harry asked, sounding innocent.
Draco glared harder. "Oh, I think you know damn well what I'm talking about!" He moved closer and grabbed the back of Harry's neck.
Harry's eyes widened but then narrowed quickly, trying to show resistance. He watched as Draco's eyes flashed with growing anger and lust as Draco stared into his eyes. He was teasing Malfoy badly, and he knew it.
"Don't deny it, Harry." Draco whispered. He ran his thumb lightly over the shell of Harry's ear, producing a small shiver from the Gryffindor. He placed a hand onto Harry's waist, pulling him slightly closer to his own body. He felt a jolt of something flow through him, awakening his manhood even more.
"Losing control, Malfoy?" Harry grinned.
Draco sneered. The idiot was grinning at him! He was fucking teasing him! "I'll show you just whose in control here, Potter." He slowly moved his lips toward those panting, wanton ones.
Sometime yesterday night Harry had finally admitted to himself that he felt some attraction to Malfoy, and he knew that the best kind of revenge would be seduction. And acting like he was innocent through the whole thing was better. Although the whole charade was teasing himself as well, he knew that it would be worth it in the end.
But one little kiss shouldn't hurt his plan of revenge, right? It should only add a bit more fuel to the fire, and that should make the teasing more sweet and torturous. Harry moaned aloud, letting Draco know just how his touch was exciting him, and how much he was craving this. Very slowly, Harry began to close his eyes, expecting to feel the softness of Malfoy's lips on his.
"Harry? Harry, are you in here?"
"Son of a bi-!" Draco snarled.
Harry just moved away from Draco's warm body when Ron popped his head around the corner. "I've been looking all over for you." Ron stopped short when he saw that Draco was standing there next to his friend. "What the hell is HE doing here?"
"Annoying me." Harry said instantly, trying to hide and ignore his arousal.
Draco was pissed, to say the least. He stormed out, bumping into Weasley on the way. "It's suddenly too crowded in here." Draco said, sneering.
Ron glared after Malfoy, and then when the Slytherin left he looked over at Harry. "So, did you get any practice time at all, or did Malfoy bother you?"
"I got enough." Harry shrugged. "It's not like I need to practice every day."
Ron smiled, "You're right! Because no one is better than you. Oh, by the way. . . . There's a rumor going around now that you're Malfoy's boyfriend. Isn't that a hoot? So to speak." Ron chuckled.
"Yeah. That is funny." Harry pretended to chuckle.
As Harry continued to will his erection away, heading for the showers, a little man on top of the lockers in a green and brown outfit was watching everything.
~TBC~
[1] Comedy act by the great comedian Steve Martin