Title: Silver Blood
Author: Silver Wolf Eyes
Rating: R
Genre: Romance and Angst
Summary: Sequel to 'The Silver Ring'. The ring saved Draco's life, but there are so many questions left unanswered. What is it exactly, why are its powers so great that it can magically bring a person back to life, why is Voldemort after it, and why does he want Draco with it?
Coupling: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Don't own anything... damn...
Warning: Yes this does contain slash, as in a male/male relationship. If you don't like it don't read it. Don't flame... I warned you in the summery.
I'M BACK!!! Miss me?
Will be AU because I didn't like that the person who died in book five... well... died. I am still grieving. It is so NOT fair!
Sorry for leaving all my readers out in the cold by just abruptly ending my story like that. I had to for two reasons. One, summer vacation had just started and I needed to be free because I was getting very busy, and two, since the original plot had ended I had a new one, but needed to do it as a sequel.
Hope you all can forgive me!
By the way, this story does have to do with Voldemort. Just a warning!
One more thing before I allow you to enjoy this story (hopefully!). I changed something in 'The Silver Ring'. Nothing completely major, and nothing that changes the plot, but it was a mistake on my part. In chapter fifteen, I made an error and made the pegasus a 'she'. I don't even know why I didn't catch that, but it's suppose to be a 'he'. My mistake! I really don't even know why, but I just wanted it to be a male.
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~Life's Nothing but a Bunch of Butterflies~
A week had gone by since the event of what happened on Christmas Day. Harry and Draco had spent the entire time with each other; Draco mostly staying in bed resting and making a full recovery after Madame Pomfrey checked him over.
It seemed she had been on her way down to Professor Snape's chambers to check on the, now, no longer needed potion that night. She blamed herself for not being there even though Harry and Draco both told her she could not have done anything.
Harry was just so relieved that Draco was alive and well all because of that small ring he had purchased. He was going to ask Hermione what it was exactly when she got back. She of all people should know what happened to Draco.
Speaking of Draco, that was where Harry was heading so early in the morning. The sun had just risen and the raven-haired boy was breezing through the empty corridors toward the Slytherin dormitories. Not one Slytherin had stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays so he was free to walk about in the dungeons.
As Harry continued to walk, he thought about what had happened. After the ring's miracle, Harry had stayed with Draco throughout the night, the next day, and well into the evening. Pomfrey had checked him over at least six times before declaring nothing was wrong with the blonde except for being exhausted. After another few hours, she had allowed Harry to take Draco back to his rooms to recover fully.
It was the next day that Harry had told Draco that Charlie Stucker had been expelled. Draco took it fairly well, enough to think of about thirty-seven different ways to inflict legal damage onto his attacker without actually killing him and fifty-two more ways to inflict... uh... not so legal damage. As for the charges, Draco had decided to take care of matters by his own hands.
The rest of the time had just been spent quietly playing chess, reading, or just cuddling together.
Harry looked up into the hard, stone eyes of the silver serpent to the entrance of the Slytherin dorms. He stared straight at it and commanded the password, "Unicorn Blood."
The door opened and Harry strolled inside and up to Draco's bedroom. He softly tapped on the door, but heard no reply. Turning the handle slowly, he opened it looking inside the dark room.
"Draco?" Harry called softly.
No answer.
Harry tiptoed inside and quietly shut the door behind him. He took out his wand and flicked it, "Lumos."
A bright yellow light lit up at the end of it casting the whole room in shadows. Harry looked toward the bed and there was Draco, cuddled up in a mess of sheets and blankets.
Harry smiled. Actually, Draco looked rather cute. He was curled up on his right side facing the door, his face half buried into the silver pillow, the blankets pulled up around his chest, and his left arm laying leisurely around his torso. The yellow light reflected Draco's blond hair making it look like it was shimmering and his skin took on a golden glow.
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed resting his eyes on his boyfriend, "Dra-aco-o."
Draco mewed and snuggled deeper into his pillow. He carelessly kicked the cover off of his legs leaving his lower body, which was only clad in boxers, exposed. Something seemed to flitter around on Draco's boxers so Harry took a closer look.
Harry giggled when he saw the navy blue boxers sporting about half a dozen orange and black monarch butterflies.
"Come on, Butterfly," Harry snickered placing a hand on Draco's cheek, "Wake up."
"Mmm," Draco sort of mumbled casually slitting his eyes open.
"Good morning," Harry smiled.
"Morning," Draco whispered in a sleepy voice, "What time is it?"
"Oh, I say it's about 6:30."
Draco looked at Harry as if he was an escaped crazy person from St. Mungos. He laid his head back down under his pillow.
Harry chuckled, "Wake up, Butterfly. It isn't good to sleep the morning away."
At that, Draco removed the pillow and popped his eyes open staring curiously at the raven-haired boy, "Butterfly?"
Harry chuckled as he pointed down toward Draco's boxers. Draco blushed unnoticeably, sat up, and quickly wrapped the covers back around him.
"Awe," Harry pouted, "I think they're cute, Butterfly."
"Don't call me that," Draco growled.
Harry smirked, "It could be worse."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "What could be worse then Butterfly?"
"Well," Harry grinned, "Since most of the butterflies seemed to flutter toward the back near your arse, I could have called you Butt-Fly instead. And you know what? That seems to suit you more. So from now on you are Draco, my little Butt-Fly!"
Draco put on a glare, but Harry could tell he was trying to hold back a smile, "Better then Butterfly..."
Harry seemed to think for a moment, "Nah, Butterfly seems more... cuter."
Draco wrapped a sheet around his waist shaking his head, walked into the bathroom, muttering something about smart arse Gryffindors, and proceeded to get dressed. He made sure to wear boxers that didn't sport any embarrassing things on them and settled for just a plain pair of black silks. He threw his robes on and stepped back into his bedroom and right into the arms of Harry.
Harry wrapped Draco into a soft hug resting his cheek on top of his head as the blonde sunk into the hold. The Gryffindor grabbed Draco's right hand and lightly kissed it, watching as the silver band glistened on his finger as if he had been born with it.
"You know what?" Harry asked looking into Draco's eyes, "I'm hungry."
Draco chuckled, "Figures it would be your stomach to spoil the mood."
"What mood? There was no mood."
"You are hopeless, Potter," Draco unwrapped himself from Harry's arms.
"At least I'm not a Butt-Fly!"
Draco grabbed the pillow he had been snuggling against earlier and threw it smack-dab at Harry's head. Harry decided to retaliate and grabbed said pillow and rushed over toward Draco. Draco covered his face expecting a blow in the head, but was caught off guard as Harry dropped the pillow and instead rammed his waist making the blonde fall backward onto the bed taking the Gryffindor with him.
Harry continued his assault by lightly kissing Draco up his neck and over his jaw line.
Draco smirked, "Potter losing his Gryffindor courage to seek revenge upon a thrown pillow?"
Harry looked up, "You don't know what kind of kisses I'm giving you."
The blonde raised an eyebrow, "And what kind of kisses would you be giving me?"
Harry grinned, "Butterfly kisses!"
Draco groaned and pushed Harry off of him. Sitting up, he stretched his arms over his head, "It feels so good not being sick."
"I'm just glad that you're alright," Harry said wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.
"Yeah well..." Harry's stomach growled and Draco chuckled, "I told you your stomach always ruins the moment."
"I thought you said it spoils the mood."
Draco rubbed at his eyes, "Let's go eat breakfast before your stomach decides to eat a hole through the lining."
"Huh?" Harry eyed him curiously.
"Never mind."
Draco pulled himself up and helped Harry to his feet. The two made their way soundlessly toward the Great Hall. The one big Christmas table was still in place since the rest of the students were not due to arrive till right before lunch.
The two boys sat down at the empty table having food immediately fill their plates. The two ate with great gusto piling one forkful after another into their waiting mouths. It wasn't until Draco sat back that Harry put his own utensil down.
"Stuffed..." Draco gurgled.
Harry chuckled, "Shouldn't have eaten so much."
"Guess so, but this was the first meal I've had in the Great Hall in over a week."
"It is, isn't it?" Harry sat back and rested his hands behind his head.
"Mm hm," Draco murmured raising his hands over his head.
"So what shall we do to celebrate you being able to get up out of bed?"
"Walk," Draco said immediately, "I have been cooped up in that room for so bloody long I was about to go crazy!"
Harry laughed, "Alright. Come on!"
Harry pulled Draco to his feet and the two walked out of the Great Hall, to the main entrance, and out into the cold winter air, feeling content and happy just to be with each other.
Author: Silver Wolf Eyes
Rating: R
Genre: Romance and Angst
Summary: Sequel to 'The Silver Ring'. The ring saved Draco's life, but there are so many questions left unanswered. What is it exactly, why are its powers so great that it can magically bring a person back to life, why is Voldemort after it, and why does he want Draco with it?
Coupling: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Don't own anything... damn...
Warning: Yes this does contain slash, as in a male/male relationship. If you don't like it don't read it. Don't flame... I warned you in the summery.
I'M BACK!!! Miss me?
Will be AU because I didn't like that the person who died in book five... well... died. I am still grieving. It is so NOT fair!
Sorry for leaving all my readers out in the cold by just abruptly ending my story like that. I had to for two reasons. One, summer vacation had just started and I needed to be free because I was getting very busy, and two, since the original plot had ended I had a new one, but needed to do it as a sequel.
Hope you all can forgive me!
By the way, this story does have to do with Voldemort. Just a warning!
One more thing before I allow you to enjoy this story (hopefully!). I changed something in 'The Silver Ring'. Nothing completely major, and nothing that changes the plot, but it was a mistake on my part. In chapter fifteen, I made an error and made the pegasus a 'she'. I don't even know why I didn't catch that, but it's suppose to be a 'he'. My mistake! I really don't even know why, but I just wanted it to be a male.
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~Life's Nothing but a Bunch of Butterflies~
A week had gone by since the event of what happened on Christmas Day. Harry and Draco had spent the entire time with each other; Draco mostly staying in bed resting and making a full recovery after Madame Pomfrey checked him over.
It seemed she had been on her way down to Professor Snape's chambers to check on the, now, no longer needed potion that night. She blamed herself for not being there even though Harry and Draco both told her she could not have done anything.
Harry was just so relieved that Draco was alive and well all because of that small ring he had purchased. He was going to ask Hermione what it was exactly when she got back. She of all people should know what happened to Draco.
Speaking of Draco, that was where Harry was heading so early in the morning. The sun had just risen and the raven-haired boy was breezing through the empty corridors toward the Slytherin dormitories. Not one Slytherin had stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays so he was free to walk about in the dungeons.
As Harry continued to walk, he thought about what had happened. After the ring's miracle, Harry had stayed with Draco throughout the night, the next day, and well into the evening. Pomfrey had checked him over at least six times before declaring nothing was wrong with the blonde except for being exhausted. After another few hours, she had allowed Harry to take Draco back to his rooms to recover fully.
It was the next day that Harry had told Draco that Charlie Stucker had been expelled. Draco took it fairly well, enough to think of about thirty-seven different ways to inflict legal damage onto his attacker without actually killing him and fifty-two more ways to inflict... uh... not so legal damage. As for the charges, Draco had decided to take care of matters by his own hands.
The rest of the time had just been spent quietly playing chess, reading, or just cuddling together.
Harry looked up into the hard, stone eyes of the silver serpent to the entrance of the Slytherin dorms. He stared straight at it and commanded the password, "Unicorn Blood."
The door opened and Harry strolled inside and up to Draco's bedroom. He softly tapped on the door, but heard no reply. Turning the handle slowly, he opened it looking inside the dark room.
"Draco?" Harry called softly.
No answer.
Harry tiptoed inside and quietly shut the door behind him. He took out his wand and flicked it, "Lumos."
A bright yellow light lit up at the end of it casting the whole room in shadows. Harry looked toward the bed and there was Draco, cuddled up in a mess of sheets and blankets.
Harry smiled. Actually, Draco looked rather cute. He was curled up on his right side facing the door, his face half buried into the silver pillow, the blankets pulled up around his chest, and his left arm laying leisurely around his torso. The yellow light reflected Draco's blond hair making it look like it was shimmering and his skin took on a golden glow.
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed resting his eyes on his boyfriend, "Dra-aco-o."
Draco mewed and snuggled deeper into his pillow. He carelessly kicked the cover off of his legs leaving his lower body, which was only clad in boxers, exposed. Something seemed to flitter around on Draco's boxers so Harry took a closer look.
Harry giggled when he saw the navy blue boxers sporting about half a dozen orange and black monarch butterflies.
"Come on, Butterfly," Harry snickered placing a hand on Draco's cheek, "Wake up."
"Mmm," Draco sort of mumbled casually slitting his eyes open.
"Good morning," Harry smiled.
"Morning," Draco whispered in a sleepy voice, "What time is it?"
"Oh, I say it's about 6:30."
Draco looked at Harry as if he was an escaped crazy person from St. Mungos. He laid his head back down under his pillow.
Harry chuckled, "Wake up, Butterfly. It isn't good to sleep the morning away."
At that, Draco removed the pillow and popped his eyes open staring curiously at the raven-haired boy, "Butterfly?"
Harry chuckled as he pointed down toward Draco's boxers. Draco blushed unnoticeably, sat up, and quickly wrapped the covers back around him.
"Awe," Harry pouted, "I think they're cute, Butterfly."
"Don't call me that," Draco growled.
Harry smirked, "It could be worse."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "What could be worse then Butterfly?"
"Well," Harry grinned, "Since most of the butterflies seemed to flutter toward the back near your arse, I could have called you Butt-Fly instead. And you know what? That seems to suit you more. So from now on you are Draco, my little Butt-Fly!"
Draco put on a glare, but Harry could tell he was trying to hold back a smile, "Better then Butterfly..."
Harry seemed to think for a moment, "Nah, Butterfly seems more... cuter."
Draco wrapped a sheet around his waist shaking his head, walked into the bathroom, muttering something about smart arse Gryffindors, and proceeded to get dressed. He made sure to wear boxers that didn't sport any embarrassing things on them and settled for just a plain pair of black silks. He threw his robes on and stepped back into his bedroom and right into the arms of Harry.
Harry wrapped Draco into a soft hug resting his cheek on top of his head as the blonde sunk into the hold. The Gryffindor grabbed Draco's right hand and lightly kissed it, watching as the silver band glistened on his finger as if he had been born with it.
"You know what?" Harry asked looking into Draco's eyes, "I'm hungry."
Draco chuckled, "Figures it would be your stomach to spoil the mood."
"What mood? There was no mood."
"You are hopeless, Potter," Draco unwrapped himself from Harry's arms.
"At least I'm not a Butt-Fly!"
Draco grabbed the pillow he had been snuggling against earlier and threw it smack-dab at Harry's head. Harry decided to retaliate and grabbed said pillow and rushed over toward Draco. Draco covered his face expecting a blow in the head, but was caught off guard as Harry dropped the pillow and instead rammed his waist making the blonde fall backward onto the bed taking the Gryffindor with him.
Harry continued his assault by lightly kissing Draco up his neck and over his jaw line.
Draco smirked, "Potter losing his Gryffindor courage to seek revenge upon a thrown pillow?"
Harry looked up, "You don't know what kind of kisses I'm giving you."
The blonde raised an eyebrow, "And what kind of kisses would you be giving me?"
Harry grinned, "Butterfly kisses!"
Draco groaned and pushed Harry off of him. Sitting up, he stretched his arms over his head, "It feels so good not being sick."
"I'm just glad that you're alright," Harry said wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.
"Yeah well..." Harry's stomach growled and Draco chuckled, "I told you your stomach always ruins the moment."
"I thought you said it spoils the mood."
Draco rubbed at his eyes, "Let's go eat breakfast before your stomach decides to eat a hole through the lining."
"Huh?" Harry eyed him curiously.
"Never mind."
Draco pulled himself up and helped Harry to his feet. The two made their way soundlessly toward the Great Hall. The one big Christmas table was still in place since the rest of the students were not due to arrive till right before lunch.
The two boys sat down at the empty table having food immediately fill their plates. The two ate with great gusto piling one forkful after another into their waiting mouths. It wasn't until Draco sat back that Harry put his own utensil down.
"Stuffed..." Draco gurgled.
Harry chuckled, "Shouldn't have eaten so much."
"Guess so, but this was the first meal I've had in the Great Hall in over a week."
"It is, isn't it?" Harry sat back and rested his hands behind his head.
"Mm hm," Draco murmured raising his hands over his head.
"So what shall we do to celebrate you being able to get up out of bed?"
"Walk," Draco said immediately, "I have been cooped up in that room for so bloody long I was about to go crazy!"
Harry laughed, "Alright. Come on!"
Harry pulled Draco to his feet and the two walked out of the Great Hall, to the main entrance, and out into the cold winter air, feeling content and happy just to be with each other.