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 the awesome Reviewers:

The all mighty and powerfulM: Yesss, the Master bit is one of my favourites as well, just to show how conceited Draco is.

Puppet in The Corner: You could say that. I'm not denying it.

Quenelle: I doubt that there will be some Hiroshima Minor damage, better make it Major, just in case. And this is not the last chapter. I'm having far too much writing this to end it.

Draco's Dragon 969: Well, you're right it can hardly get any sexier with the two of them kissing, but I can try. Who Pansy is dating? Haven't quite figured that out yet. But I'll let you know, when I do.

Argo: Yes, I can see your reasoning in that. However I have taken it into accounting. Things, many thing indeed will be explained in this chapter. Hope the answers live up to your expectations of Draco and the others.

Starrarose: Ron? Hex poor little old Draco? Why I never!…Okay, so I thought about. Though there won't be any hexing in this chapter. Maybe later, right now, Ron is still evaluating Draco, giving him the benefit of a doubt, however small it may be.

FlamengoPenguin: The Master part is just so typical Draco, I had to put it in. And Harry's buddies get some more limelight in this chapter. Though if it is for the better or worse?

GoddessMoonLady: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream! Stop at the town called 'End of Denial' and life will be a dream! And you were right there weren't an actual plot in your story. Except for the plot were they stop being enemies?

Anon: Thank you.

QianYun: Mmhmm, I definitely like my version of the Fat Lady. I see her as the kind of motherly type, since she is the one protecting to the kids in her tower. Well, Harry shouldn't be a sissy that breaks down in tears just like that, he's a though kid, so he deserves to be written that what. And I really like Blaise/Seamus, they're just so cute together.

TheFlamingPhoenix: Kissing as a punishment? That's just Draco's twisted way of thinking. 'Grins'

Zoomaphonethepirate: The friends will handle it, one way or another. And thanks for finishing the song, I was just too lazy to do it myself.

Tora88: Why thank you!

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Dragon Chronicles

By Nuin

07. Intrigues of The Best Possible Meaning.

"ARRGGGHHH! My eyes!"

"Ron, please. Calm down." Harry pleaded as he tried to get Weasley to remove his hands from shielding his eyes. Draco found it highly amusing, watching his newly appointed boyfriend chasing after the redhead around the dormitory. It was amazing that Weasley didn't knock into anything, considering that he valiantly tried no to look at Harry or Draco. Though it really was Weasley's own fault. He was the one, who had walked in on them, while they were in the middle of sealing their mutual agreement of fancying each other by snogging.

"I am calm. But could you two please draw the curtains, when you decide to shag?"

"We weren't shagging, Ron." Harry glared.

"No, but you could have been." Weasley finally removed his hands and glared back at the black haired teen. Then he moved to leave to room, murmuring. "At least 'Mione and me had the decency to do so."

Harry started and narrowed his eyes. "You and Hermione shagged in here?"

Weasley stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around to face the other wizard. His face had a stricken expression and a deep blush. "Umm…" He began, his eyes darting back and forth between Harry and the brunette's bed, trying to make the action inconspicuous. However Harry noticed the movement and paled drastically.

"You didn't shag on my bed, did you?" Harry's temper flared. "Oh, you did not. No, you didn't, please tell me you didn't, Ron?"

"Umm…"

When Draco heard this, he was quick to jump off the bed, dusting off any imaginary dirt.

"You shagged on Harry's bed?" Draco growled, the mumbled to himself. "I was on a bed, where the Weasel and Granger shagged?" He shuddered at the unwanted image.

"My bed! Ew, ew, ew! On MY bed! How could you?" The brunette exclaimed as he paced back and forth, then he stopped, looked at Weasley and yelled. "DOBBY!"

With a loud crack the small House Elf appeared and smiled widely at Harry. "What can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter Sir?" It asked eagerly.

Harry smiled back at the House Elf, before continuing. "Dobby, could you please get me a new bed?"

"A new bed? Harry Potter Sir?" The little creature asked unsurely, looking to and fro the bed and Harry.

"Uhh, yeah…you know. It's really old, all rickety and unstable."

The House Elf went over to the bed, prodded and poked it. "Harry Potter Sir, there is being nothing wrong Harry Potter Sir's bed." It finally declared.

Harry glared at the offending bed, he went to his bedside table and grabbed his wand. He then muttered a Severing Charm and cut off one of the bed's legs. The brunette looked at Dobby. "There is now."

The creature couldn't argue with that, it shrugged, snapped it's fingers and the bed vanished only to be replaced by another. It smiled self-satisfied and turned once again to Harry. "Is there being anything else Dobby can do for Harry Potter Sir?"

Harry shook his head. "No, but thank you for your help, Dobby. You did great."

The House Elf smiled widely again and disappeared with a crack. Draco stared at Harry in disbelief, his boyfriend treated House Elves like this? As if they were equals? Why did it even surprise him? Harry was the epitome of being fair and gentle. Of course he would be kind to servants.

Draco looked at the new bed, it seemed nice and plush, just what he needed. So he let himself drop onto the mattress and reclined against the headboard, watching the two bickering Gryffindors with amusement.

"Ron, what were you thinking? Shagging on my bed?"

"Uhh, I wasn't really thinking-" Weasley defended himself.

"I can believe that." Draco added from his spot.

"Shut up, Ferret." The redhead growled. "What I mean is, it just sorta happened and we weren't really that concerned with whose bed we were on, so-"

"Enough, Ron. Ew! I really don't want to hear anymore. Just promise that you won't do it again." Harry placed a hand on Weasley's shoulder and forced him to look Harry in the eyes. "If you want to shag, then why come here? What about Hermione's room? She's Head Girl, she has her own room."

"Umm…" The redhead stammered.

Draco was suddenly struck by a thought. "It's obvious, Harry." He said, getting the other two boy's attention. "They did it here for the thrill of suspense. Not knowing when or if they were going to get caught in the act." He smirked.

"Oh, ew, Ron. Couldn't you have done that on your own bed, then."

"Yeah." Draco supplied, while grinning wickedly. "The only one, who is going to get fucked on this bed -" He pointed at the bed he was on. "-is Harry."

"Excuse me?" Harry said incredulously. "No, Draco. The one who is going to get fucked is you. You're the sub in this relationship."

Draco jumped up. "The hell I'm not. I'm not a sub."

"Oh, yes, you are." Harry glared.

"No, I'm not." Draco glare back.

"You are."

"Not."

"Are."

"Not."

"Yes, you ARE!"

"No, I'm not. Besides I remember a certain Gryffindor that was practically writhing beneath me some time ago, when we snogged the first time." Draco smirked.

"That may have been the case then. But had you not run away little a girl, I would definitely have ended on top." Harry said determinedly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Draco fumed.

Weasley looked back and forth between them. "I'm just going to leave now. I don't want to be here for this." He spun around and left the now bickering Slytherin and Gryffindor couple.


It was two very cross students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that entered the Great Hall for dinner some time later that evening. They had agreed to disagree about who was going to top. But that didn't mean that they wouldn't resort to any means possible to get what each of them wanted.

Somehow Harry had managed to convince Draco to sit with him at the Gryffindor House Table. Okay, so Harry had bribed him with the prospect of a serious make-out session, something like that didn't bother him. Not at all. So they made their way over to the table and sat down in the seats the Granger and Weasley had saved, one obviously for Harry, but Draco was surprised to see a seat for him as well.

When they sat down Draco was met with a glare from none other than Neville Longbottom sitting opposite from him. Draco gave the smaller boy a puzzled look. Longbottom still glared and leaned forward.

"If you hurt Harry, Malfoy. I'll make sure that my cauldron blows up on purpose right in your face, next time we have Potions." Longbottom said for once not stuttering in the presence of the Slytherin.

"Harry, did you see that?" Draco asked with wide silver eyes. "Longbottom just threatened me."

"Yeah, I saw it." Harry said with equally wide emerald green eyes.

"He threatened me with Potions." The blonde exclaimed.

"Yes, I noticed that too." Harry answered.

"Well?" Draco prodded. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. He's your friend."

"You know, Draco. You're acting awfully lot like a girl right now." Harry grinned slyly.

"Am not." Draco shot back.

"Oh, yes, you are. In my opinion, you're acting so much like a girl that it would meaningless otherwise, if you were to top."

"WHAT!" Draco squawked very un-Malfoy-ish. "I am not the girl in this relationship, Potter."

"Oh, no. You're not going to have this conversation again." Weasley groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Granger shot up at the words.

"You mean they've had this conversation before?" She grinned. "Do tell."

"HERMIONE!" Harry cried embarrassedly.

"'Mione, I've just lost all respect for you." The redheaded part of the Gryffindor Trio sighed.

"What?" She shrugged. "It's perfectly healthy to be curious."

"Sure, 'Mione. But not about who gets to top." Weasley tried to explain. "This is Harry and Malfoy we're talking about. Just the thought of it…Oh, thanks a lot Hermione, now I've got these horrible mental images. Urgh."

"We think it's hot." Brown and Patil said in perfect synchronization a few seats down from them.

"We didn't ask for your opinion." Weasley called out. The two girls looked clearly miffed at this, however they didn't turn away from them, but continued to listen riveted to their conversation, just like everyone else at the table.

"Malfoy." Granger began, tapping a finger to her chin. "Actually there is something I would like to know more than who is going to top."

Draco arched a delicate eyebrow in question and popped a carrot into his mouth.

"How come you came back so quickly after you ran out on Harry?"

"Uh…"

"Yes?"

Draco looked around at the faces of the assembled Gryffindors, all looking very interested in what he was about to say. Several glared threateningly at him, eyes saying that he had better make it good. He cleared his throat.

"Well, um, the way I saw it. I had three options. One: I could stay away and be hounded by Zabini and Parkinson." He ticked it off on his finger. "Two: I could flee the country." Another finger went up. "And three: I could suck it up, apologize to Harry, end my alleged trip into denial and snog him, while plotting my revenge on my so-called best friends, who meddled with my life."

"Flee the country, Draco?" Harry mused with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Number one was definitely out of the way." Draco said. "I would rather lock myself in the Potions classroom with a hundred Longbottoms than having those two hound me about hurting Harry."

"You would have deserved it." Granger stated.

"Hey!"

"Oh, get over it, Malfoy." Weasley groaned.

"Why would Zabini and Parkinson hound you so much about it? They're both Slytherins, it doesn't fit, they should be on your side." Granger suddenly asked.

"Well, Pansy just likes to piss me off and Blaise, well I don't really know about him -"

"Blaise was doing me a favour."

"Seamus?" Harry exclaimed as the sandy haired Gryffindor came up to them, dragging Zabini along with him. "Oh, Merlin, please tell me you didn't meddle in my love life, again."

"Okay, Harry. I didn't meddle in your love life." Finnigan grinned sweetly as he sat down at the table.

"Seamus, you promised." Harry implored.

"Yeah, well…I lied."

"Wait a second." Draco interrupted. "Finnigan has tampered with your love life before, Harry?"

"Several times, yes." Harry deadpanned. "Blind dates and the such."

"They weren't that bad, Harry. Terry was a darling, wasn't he?" Finnigan smiled.

"He was the best of the lot you picked out without my consent, but rather clingy. I never asked you to do this, Seamus."

"But you needed someone to spend your time and have lots of sex with." The Irish Gryffindor whined. "Besides underneath all that leather, those bikers were a regular bunch of old fashioned romantics."

"Hn." Harry snorted.

"And that guy we picked up at the Muggle night club was good looking."

"He thought I was a girl." The green eyed teen growled.

"Well, that's what you get for having your hair down past your shoulders, Harry." Granger snickered as she teasingly ran a hand through his short black hair.

"Why do you think I had it cut?" Harry smirked and batted her hand away.

"Harry looked like a girl, you say?" Draco pondered, softly tapping his fingers to his chin.

"Oh, no, you don't. We're not getting into that conversation again." Harry rounded on Draco, already knowing where the train of the blonde's thoughts were heading. "You're the girl in this relationship, we already established that."

"You mean, you established that I was to be the sub. Dream on, Four-Eyes. I am going to top."

"Not bloody likely, Ferret." Harry huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh, will you two just shut up about it? I don't want to hear anymore." Weasley cried exasperated. "My ears are going to bleed, if you keep it up."

"Aww, Weasel. If you wanted us to stop talking about who…is…going…to…top." Draco emphasized the words, grinning at the cringing redhead's antics. "You really shouldn't have given me a reason to continue."

"Why don't you just go with whatever is feeling right at the moment? I know Blaise and I did, when we ended up in an empty classroom at the end of Sixth Year." Finnigan smirked.

"A marvellous idea, Seam'. In fact, why don't we go do that right now?" Blaise said and dragged the Gryffindor out of the Great Hall.

"Urgh, more mental images." Weasley groaned. "'Mione, could you please Obliviate me? I don't think I can stand much more."

Granger just arched an eyebrow incredulously at her boyfriend.

"All the more reason to proceed." Draco smirked and hauled Harry towards him by the brunette's waist. "I think I want a kiss right now."

Harry hardly had the time to protest before Draco's mouth covered his own. Though both of them ignored the cry of horror from Weasley.


A/N: So, I've brought Dobby into the story. Can't have a Harry Potter story without Dobby. He's just so cute.

Anyway next time: Will there be shagging? Or will Draco plot his revenge on those meddlesome fools? Hmm, perhaps both? But who will be on top? And some more Blaise/Seamus as well. Some Ron/Hermione. Aw, hell, just expect to see all of the main couples.