DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.
WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.
Reply to Reviewers:
Starrarose: Shh. I don't know how you got a hold of that information. It was supposed to be classified. Argh. I have a spy in my midst, but who? Hmm, you're only borrowing Harry and Draco for half an hour that's not nearly long enough, borrow them for at least two hours. 'Grins'
QianYun: Ah, yes now I follow you, of course Draco wouldn't be Draco if he wasn't a nasty little git, nasty yes, cowardly only sometimes. And you tried to avoid reading the part about Draco going over to Gryffindor table? Well, I must admit, when I read your review it sounded to me like you were watching a horror movie, where you know, you just know that something is going to happen around the next corner and you don't want to see it. I'm glad however that you found it brilliant when you finally got there. And I do try to keep my - uhm- the characters in character. Thank you!
GoddessMoonLady: Thank you and read on, because next chappie is here. Well, you probably already figured that out. 'Grins sheepishly'
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Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
04. Singing to deaf ears.
Hmm. Potter is not such an idiot after all.
He actually has a sense of humour. Though how much is yet to be seen.
Blaise though, is a stark raving lunatic with a wish for a slow torturing death by a dull wooden knife - no, a wooden spoon. It takes longer to carve through the flesh.
Stupid, sodding person, who calls himself my best friend.
But back to Potter. He is truly entertaining to spend time with, even in a non insulting, non cursing, non hexing and most definitely non life threatening way. It's refreshing to see those eyes of his sparkle with something else than contempt.
Of course Blaise would say something like 'Oh, Dray you have a completely and utterly undeniable crush on the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived, so why don't you just go over there, snog him and get it over with. That way we all can lean back, enjoy the endless amounts of blackmail possibilities and of course the show of two hot boys snogging.'
However Blaise is wrong.
I do not have a crush on Harry Fucking Potter. I may have admitted that to Blaise a couple of days ago, though a that moment I would probably have jumped into a dress and sung the Hogwarts School Song to get him off my back.
Though I stand firm, should Blaise ever mention his thoughts of me having other than friendly Slytherin feelings for Potter, I swear I will do some seriously bodily harm.
Draco growled softly as he made his way across the leaf covered ground to 'Professor' Hagrid's hut. Why had he even taken this course to begin with? Oh. Yeah. The bet with Pansy. He growled again. Sodding bets that absolutely had to last until the end of Seventh year.
As he caught sight of Blaise and Pansy, he was suddenly reminded of his earlier promise to himself. If Blaise as much as instigated another heart-to-heart conversation about him being in love with Potter, he would make good of his words.
The brunette Slytherin however just grinned at Draco and ignore the blonde's rather scathing glare in his direction.
"A good morning to you, Draco!" Blaise yelled to him, he was still a good ten yards away. "We were beginning to think that you would sleep until lunch! We didn't want to interrupt your beauty sleep, so we just left! Hope you don't mind!" The brunette shouted jovially.
Draco sneered at his friend's behaviour. Blaise wasn't a typical Slytherin. He was too loud mouthed to be one. No, he most definitely was a Slytherin, no doubt about that. He was a Slytherin, just in his own way and most of the time at the cost of other Slytherins. He knew how to wind them up to the point, where they broke out of their shells.
Even he, Draco Malfoy, had almost been pushed so far by the other boy's uncharacteristically, yet undoubtedly, Slytherin ways that he had cast three different silencing charms, a stunning charm and just for good measure a Petrificus Totalis on his dorm mate. He had refused to remove the spells or even letting anyone else remove them for five hours afterwards and only after being threatened with two months of detention from Professor McGonagall had he relented.
Blaise, with his boisterous and unsubtle ways of behaving, would have done great in Gryffindor - though he would never openly admit that - but he was however best suited for Slytherin, with his ruthless and cunning mind. He was a firm believer in lulling people into a false sense of security and then strike at the opportune moment.
Draco finally arrived at the side of his best friend and the blonde forcefully grabbed him by his arm. "Do you have to be so…loud, Blaise?"
"Am I not allowed to properly greet my bestest buddy on such a fine morning?" Blaise fluttered his eyes at the blonde, pulling his arm away from the growling teen.
Draco groaned. "Not when you're so bubbly."
"Bubbly?" The brunette snickered.
"Yes, bubbly. You're acting like a Hufflepuff in heat."
"Eww." Pansy wrinkled her nose at the thought.
"A good morning to you too, Pansy." Blaise grinned as he slung his arms over his companions' shoulders.
"You're just too much, idiot."
"Oh, I try, Love, I try." Blaise sighed dramatically. "Well, speaking about love." The brunette began to grin widely, waggling his eyebrow suggestively. "Shouldn't you be over by your boyfriend, Dray?"
Draco glared at Blaise. "You're delusional, Zabini."
"Aw, but you did admit that you're attracted to him." Blaise pouted slightly.
"Tch." The blonde snorted.
"Oh, please. You're not going to take it back, are you?" The brunette Slytherin cried indignantly.
"Of course, since I never meant any of it. It will be a cold day in hell, before I start fancying Harry Potter."
"Then hell must have moved to the north pole." Blaise muttered.
"What?" Draco asked, not having heard what was said.
"Nothing, oh, friend-of-mine-in-denial. Why don't you just do us all a favour?" Blaise said.
"And that would be..?" Draco arched an eyebrow in suspicion.
"I got you to admit that you fancy the bleeding Boy Who Lived - no matter what you say in your defence - so get over there, grab him, find an empty classroom, then give him the shagging of his life and profess you undying love for him. Hagrid won't notice if you two scurry off to have a tryst." The brunette prodded and poked Draco hard in his ribs.
"My undying love! Zabini, you're such an idiot. I do not have feelings for Scarhead." Draco huffed.
"Aww, but you give him pet names. You never did that, when we were shagging on a regular basis."
"Bugger off, Zabini!"
"So you admit it?"
"No!"
"Merlin, you're impossible. Why are you resisting so vehemently? Potter is one of the hottest guys in the school, just imagine what he would look like during sex." Blaise shuddered and grinned. "Mmm."
"Whatever." Draco sneered. "Then you go after him, if he turns you on so much."
"Hmm. Maybe I would, if it weren't for the fact that the two of you would look so hot together." Blaise tapped his chin in thought before he practically jumped into the air. "I know! A threesome!"
"Urgh. That's it, I'm leaving, I can feel my brain cells slowly dying by being in company with you." Draco said and began to walk closer to the paddock, where the half-giant had already begun today's lesson.
"Yes, you do that, Dray. Go talk to Potter." Blaise cheered him on, while Pansy merely shook her head in abandon.
As Draco got nearer to his classmates, he easily spotted Potter and his friends, he wasn't about to go their side, since he would probably never hear the end of it from Blaise. Though it seemed that fate was against him, when Potter suddenly turned and caught sight of Draco. The brunette smirked and waved him over, much to the distress of both Potter's friends and Draco himself.
He wasn't about to join them, but when he saw the looks on the faces of Potter's friends, he couldn't help himself. This could be fun.
He nodded at Potter and strode casually over to the brunette. The moment he reached the group of Gryffindors something was thrust into his hands by Potter. He looked down to find a pair of earplugs and he stared questioningly at the green eyed teen.
"We're studying Sirens today. Better put them in."
"Ah, so the oaf - uh, professor -" Draco quickly corrected, when he saw the warning in Potter's eyes. "- has given us yet another fabled and misunderstood monster to study."
"Misunderstood?" Granger huffed. "Sirens can't be misunderstood. They tempt men into their death as a living and they enjoy it."
"Now, now, Hermione." A gruff, but gentle voice said from behind them. "Those poor Sirens can't help it if their song captures men's attention."
Granger groaned at that. "Sure, Hagrid. Of course it isn't their fault either that they purposely use their song to ensnare their victims."
"I thought I never see the day, when Head Girl Hermione Granger contradicted a teacher." Draco smirked.
"Then you've never seen her interact with Trelawney in our third year." Potter said.
"Really, do tell."
"Some other time perhaps, Malfoy." Potter smiled.
"Aww." Draco pouted.
"After class then?"
"Alright."
They both smirked and turned to watch Hagrid explaining to the boys of the class that they should put in their earplugs. The girls didn't need to seeing as they weren't affected by the Siren song.
"Alright, all of you listen up. I'm gonna go get the Sirens now. So boys, make sure your earplugs are in place, they're charmed to only keep out the sound of the Sirens voices. Everything else, you'll be able to hear." Hagrid's voice boomed out to the students, before he left to retrieve the fabled beasts.
When the half giant returned everyone present gasped at the sight. He was leading by a leash in each hand a creature in the category of the famed Hippogriffs. The body was that of slender bird in brown and white colours, but where the bird's head should have been, was in stead that of a beautiful woman. One with long golden hair and piercing blue eyes and the other with brown hair and grey eyes.
Draco could see that the two Sirens were clearly miffed by having to be led by a leash. He smirked at the way they were glaring at the half giant, there went Blaise's theory that every beast in the world was attracted to that oaf. Though the Sirens were not happy, the moment they saw the students, especially the male ones, their beautiful faces lit up in a spark of lust.
The one with golden hair opened her mouth and began to sing or that was what Draco assumed she was doing, since he couldn't hear anything. Then her face suddenly contorted in a flash of anger. Apparently her charms weren't working the way she wanted them to. It definitely didn't get the wanted effect, instead of having any male students trying to get to her, some of the female did. That would be the lesbians and the bisexuals, Draco mused. The half giant clearly hadn't anticipated that.
He chuckled at the large man's antics to get the beasts under control again, seeing as they had decided to go after the males themselves, since they wouldn't come to them. Draco growled at the brown haired one, who was eyeing him appraisingly. Though his growl turned even deeper, when he saw that she turned her attention to the teen standing next to him, Potter. Her eyes ablaze with lust, she tried to take a step closer to the brunette teen, but was cut off by her leash and collar. The blonde one also noticed, who her companion had picked out and joined her in ogling the emerald eyed teen.
Why did everything always have to circle around Potter? Why did everything always happen to Potter? He didn't even take notice of what he was doing. By the time Hagrid had got the struggling Sirens under control and escorted away from the class, Draco found himself standing in a protective position in front of Potter, arms crossed in front of his chest.
He quickly took a step back, in the attempt to cover up his mishap, but when he looked at Potter, he saw the brunette staring at him a contemplative look in his verdant eyes.
"Ah, well, umm, class dismissed." The half giant's voiced called out to them. "I'll just…um…get the Sirens to calm down."
Draco looked expectantly at Potter, who shrugged and the Slytherin and three Gryffindors walked away from the paddock. They were joined by Blaise and Pansy, who kept casting suggestive glances at Draco. He ignored it.
"So." Potter said. "What are we going to do? We have a free period after Care of Magical Creatures. What about you, Malfoy?"
"What a coincidence. Draco has a free period as well." Pansy exclaimed, cutting Draco off, when he was about to answer. "You should do something together."
"I'm going to the library to do homework. Ron, Harry, are you coming." Granger stated, the last part of her sentence though was not supposed to be a question.
"Nah, 'Mione. I'll do it later." Potter told her.
"Fine, but you promise to you homework, right?"
"Yes, Mum. I promise." Potter snickered softly.
Granger and Weasley gave Draco and the other Slytherins a pointed stare, before the two Gryffindors walked away from the now three Slytherins and one Gryffindor.
When the group was far enough away from the paddock, they pulled out their earplugs and vanished them with a flick of their wands. Draco noticed how Blaise and Pansy looked at each other in mutual agreement.
"Well, we have homework to do as well. Might as well get it over with and take time off later. Coming, Pansy Darling?"
"Why yes, dear Blaise. You don't mind do you, Draco? Great." Pansy and Blaise ignored any protests Draco might have and strolled towards the castle, chatting animatedly.
The two boys stared at the backs of the retreating Slytherins and then looked at each other. Potter shrugged. "So anything you gotta do?"
"Nah. Any ideas?"
"Wanna play a game of chess or something?" Potter suggested.
"Sure, why not?"
"I have a set in my dorm, we can-"
"Wait, you want me to play chess with you…in Gryffindor commons?" Draco interrupted, arching a delicate eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah?"
"So you're willing to let me, a Slytherin, into the lion's den? Just like that?"
"Yeah, so? We have a truce don't we?"
"Hmm. Alright, lead the way." Draco grinned and followed the brunette to castle.
A/N: That is for this time. Next time: A game of chess and a lot of questions.
Reviews are always welcome!
