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: That's okay then, I can see your point. Besides I doubt that you have much drool left after half an hour of doing it continuously. But please borrow the guys away, just remember to return them.

TheSSEviLSurgeon: Ah, yes. Oh, the possibilities of two hot boys in a dorm room. 'Grins' Read on and your questions shall be answered.

QianYun: Now where would you get such an idea? 'Whistles innocently' Honestly snogging in the boys' dorm? Yeah, I liked my Sirens too, because they are mine this time, you know, though the characters isn't, damn. And I'm willing to take faith in your words, since they makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Ooh, and what shall we do with the 'protective' Draco. I can think of a few things. All right, if I keep babbling like this, you'll never get to read to chapter. So I'll stop.

GoddessMoonLady: Yup, I wanted to use a magical beast that hasn't been used before and in the meantime get some action from our dear Draco. And the Gryffies most certainly won't like having Draco around, you'll see.

The all mighty and powerfulM: Oh, yeah. Interesting indeed. 'Grins wickedly'

Salena-Jagonashi: Thank you. I'm glad that you like it.

FlamengoPenguin: Aww. Thank you so much. Draco is at his best with those characteristics and Harry, well he's just cute, no matter what you do.

Shyla-of-Slytherin: Why thank you.

NOTE: So this chapter is out earlier than normal, oh say a week. But what can I say? I got inspired. Enjoy


Dragon Chronicles

By Nuin

05. Know Thyself.

Screams were the first thing Draco heard as he stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room through the portal behind the painting of the Fat Lady. Shrieks of 'ARRGHH! It's a Slytherin!', 'What's Malfoy doing here?' and 'Is the world ending? Malfoy with Harry?' chorused around in the large red and gold room.

"Oh, good. They know I'm here." Draco smirked.

"It seems that way." Potter agreed as he steered the blonde through the room under the glares of the present Gryffindors. "I think we better go up to my dorm room."

"Really?" Draco drawled. "And do what?"

"Play chess. Wasn't that what we agreed?" Potter asked confused, tilting his head sideways staring at Draco with those green eyes of his.

"Of course." The blonde reasoned. On the way up the stairs Draco made sure to imprint everything of his surroundings that could possibly be used later. Hell, he remembered the idiot password 'Gnothi Sauton' and from what he knew in general was that passwords to the common rooms changed rarely. Maybe once a month. He snickered silently to himself as he thought of all the pranks he could pull on the Gryffindors with this knowledge

"What's so funny?" Potter suddenly asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

Potter arched an eyebrow in doubt, but did otherwise nothing. Soon enough they were at the door to Seventh Year Boys' dorm. The dorm itself was exactly what Draco had expected, messy or to be more accurately, it looked like someone had sent a couple of dragons in there to have a party. Clothes were literally scattered and deposited everywhere. Books and games lay on the floor as well on the beds and bedside tables.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy, but I'll have it cleared away in no time." Potter looked embarrassedly around the room.

"Hmm. Just like I imagined." Draco sniffed disdainfully as he tried not to step in anything. A brightly wrapped object caught his eye and he picked it, only to throw it away just as quickly, when it turned into a mouse.

"Ah, so there it was." Potter sighed as he watched the mouse dart away from them. Draco looked at him expecting an explanation, though the dark haired teen began to clean up instead.

"What was that, Potter?" He finally asked, when his curiosity wouldn't be curbed any longer.

Potter halted in mid action of pushing the things gathered on, what probably was the teen's own bed off and glanced up. "What was what?"

"The thing that turned into a mouse." Draco clarified.

"Oh. It's just one of Fred and George's Wizarding Wheezes. They sent some to Ron for testing at the beginning of the year." Potter shuffled around at the base of his four-poster bed, looking under the sheet that hung haphazardly by the floor. "Now where did I put it?"

"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco asked, though he was highly amused by the sight of one Harry Potter crawling around on all fours under the brunette's bed and flinging odd objects out of his way.

"Looking for my chess board." Came the muffled reply from under the bed.

"Really? Could it perhaps be the one standing over there?" Draco pointed over to one of the windowsills, where there true enough was a chess board. Potter shuffled out and looked at the blonde, following the direction Draco was pointing in with his eyes, Potter's face flushed embarrassedly.

"Uh, yeah." The brunette grinned sheepishly and went to retrieve the game. Walking over to the bed again he placed the board on the sheet and plopped down to sit comfortably, Draco followed suit.

Setting up the black pieces, Potter said. "So want to make this game more exciting?"

"How so?" Draco asked, placing his pieces - the white side - on the board.

Potter took a moment to ponder, while tapping his chin with his fingers. "Well, we could make it a truth or dare game, without the dare. Every time we loose a piece, we have to answer a question."

"Sure, why not." Draco answered, actually liking this idea. He could ask away and know everything he ever wanted to know about Pott- Gryffindor Tower's security. Just in case there was something he had missed.

"Great." Potter smiled.

As the game progressed, they began to loose pieces. Whenever one of Potter's pieces would smash one of Draco's, the brunette always asked simple questions, such as what was his favourite colour, food, drink, artist, his birthday and so on. Draco didn't pay heed to it, if Potter wanted to waste his questions that way, it was fine by him.

Draco however asked everything he could about Gryffindor Tower, had Potter ever played any pranks on Slytherins, and how did he manage to always get away without being caught.

Usually when one of them answered, the other would laugh and ask is it really was true. Such as:

"Your favourite colour is silver and black? What a surprise, when I think about that almost all of your clothes are black and silver."

Or

"So you really have an Invisibility Cloak? That explains a few things, all right it explains a lot of things. So it really was you I saw in third year by the Shrieking Shack?"

It was harmless amicable bantering back and forth that is until Potter finally said check mate. Draco hadn't quite figured out yet how the other had won, since he knew from his own questions that Potter always lost to Weasley in chess and everyone else for that matter. However as Potter uttered those two words, the mother of all questions slipped from the brunette's tongue as well.

"Malfoy? Do you fancy me?"

Abruptly Draco shot back, nearly choking on the pumpkin juice that a house elf had brought for them earlier. He stared a the other boy, while trying to compose himself. Meanwhile Potter looked at him with a mixture of concern and expectation.

Finally Draco trusted himself enough to talk without having a coughing fit. "What makes you think that?"

"Well. Umm." Potter stammered, flushing once again bright red. "Well, you've been acting strange lately and I've notice you watching me. And then you readily agreed to a truce and there's what Zabini told me and you did -"

"Zabini? What did he tell you?" Draco sneered, interrupting the babbling teen.

"Uh. He told me you were repressing a lot of your feelings. Mainly your feelings about me and that you really didn't hate me." The brunette said, while looking at the bedspread as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Really." The blonde drawled. "Why that little snitch. He'll be sorry, when I get my hands on him."

Potter looked up. "So you do fancy me?"

"Potter, I'm sorry. Obviously Zabini has lead you astray with lies. I don't fancy you."

"Oh. Umm. That's okay." Potter then looked intently at Draco. "But I don't believe you."

"WHAT? But-"

"If you don't fancy me. Then prove it. Kiss me!" Potter demanded.

"Kiss you. How is that going to prove anything?" Draco scoffed.

"Kiss me and if you don't feel anything, then you don't fancy me."

"And why would you do this?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"I thought it was obvious, I get to kiss you." Potter answered, looking determinately at the blonde in front of him.

"Huh? Wait, you fancy me then? You're gay?"

"Uh, yeah? A problem with that?"

"No, who would have a problem with the Boy-Who-Lived fancying them? And I don't care that you're gay, I would be a hypocrite if I did." Draco mocked. "Fine I'll kiss you. Though it's going to be the first and last kiss you'll ever get from me."

"Just do it, Malfoy."

"Fine." Draco began to lean forward and he glanced at Potter's lips. They looked soft to the touch, pink and full, begging to be kissed. He unconsciously licked his lips. He gazed up into the verdant eyes of the other boy, they were nervous, but an underline of lust was also present. So Potter really fancied him? A pleasant surprise, one that he would take advantage of.

Whatever control Draco had thought he would keep, vanished when his lips touched Potter's. The brunette's lips were so soft that he couldn't help but press closer to taste more. Potter willingly complied and deepened the kiss. Trailing Draco's lips with the tip of his tongue, the blonde's lips parted slightly and Potter took the chance to slip his tongue into Draco's mouth.

Suddenly Draco lunged forward, pushing Potter onto his back and pinning the brunette to the bed, while his own tongue ravished Potter's mouth. Draco was lost in the taste of the Gryffindor, urgently he sought for more and he got it by having Potter's tongue twine around his. Where had Potter learned to kiss like that?

Their hands had just begun to wander, when a loud voice interrupted them from behind the closed door to the room.

"Hey Harry, you in there?" It sounded suspiciously like Weasley, then the door banged open. "Have you heard that the others are saying that Malfoy is…here…in…the…tower!" Weasley's eyes widened comically at the sight of his best friend and worst enemy together on Potter's bed, snogging the daylights out of each other. The two boys immediately stilled their actions and turned to stare at the redhead, awkward expressions on their faces.

Weasley made a small squeaking noise, quickly covering his eyes, he cried. "ARGHH! MY EYES! I did not just see that!" He tempted fate by looking again, only to look away just as quickly. "I'll just leave now." With that the redhead ran out the door and slammed it shut.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor looked at the closed door for a moment, before staring at each other. Potter was the first to react by shrugging, he grinned. "Now where were we?"

Draco stared at Potter for a few more seconds, then suddenly he jumped away from the brunette. He shouldn't have done any of the things he had just done in the last ten minutes. He needed to leave. "I think Weasley had the general idea, I'll just be leaving now." He started to move towards the door, when Potter stopped him.

"No, you won't." The brunette said heatedly.

"Yes, I-"

"You're not leaving, Draco!"

"Draco? Since when are we on first name basis?" Draco arched an eyebrow in question.

"Since I just had my tongue down your throat." Potter said as if he were stating the obvious.

"Whatever, I'm still leaving."

"No, you're not."

Irritated Draco turned around to face the dark haired teen. "And pray tell, why not?" He snarled.

"Because you still haven't answered my question."

"What question?" Draco asked unsure as Potter slinked over to him and began lapping at Draco's neck with his tongue.

"Do…you…fancy…me?" Potter emphasized every word with a lick to his throat.

Draco was lost for words and he was sorely tempted to give in, especially when Potter began to move up towards his mouth.

"I- Uh…Nnn-No! No, I don't fancy you! Why would I ever fancy someone like you? Now…get off!" Draco exclaimed and pushed Potter away. He stalked towards the door, but not before noticing the hurt look in the jade green eyes as he took one last look at Potter. Then he was out the door, he stormed through the common room and out the portrait hole.

He ran all the way back to the Slytherin dorms, not being able to get the image of the hurt expression in the brunette's eyes out of his mind.


A/N1: Isn't it just unfair to leave the chapter like this? Well, that's just to bad. Review if you like, though I greatly appreciate it.

A/N2: Oh, yeah. Gnothi Sauton is ancient Greek for 'Know Thyself', just the Latin phrase 'Temet Nosce'.

Next time: Lets see what happens, when Draco is forced to re-evaluate his feelings and thoughts of one Harry Potter. While being blacklisted by everyone else. FLUFF.