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.
Replies to Reviewers:
TheFlamingPhoenix: Dobby and Yoda? Haven't really thought of it that way, but now that you mention it. They do seem similar. And thanks for the gold stars. 'Polishes them proudly and puffs up her chest like the Perfect Prefect Percy Weasley'
Zoomaphonethepirate: You're absolutely right about Draco never wanting to touch Ron's bed. In what could be his own words, 'He would rather sleep in bed of Devils Snare.'
Quenelle: Just remember to keep the key for the bomb shelter lock so that you can come out and read.
Riku-Paupue-Sora: Uh, thanks…I think? I've never had a review quite like that before, but here's your update.
BewareoftheTornado: Well, you could have been many places…Hawaii, Asia, somewhere in the U.S., Europe…I'll just shut up now. Draco on top, well he's going to be fighting for it, that for sure. And thanks for your kind words about my grammar.
Sheree: Harry on top, got it. So far, it's equally divided between the two in the reviewers' opinion.
QianYun: Mental Images Good. Definitely, that is if you have the same images I put in Ron's head. But wait, drug story? OMG, I have become a drug dealer, NOOOOO! Hmm. I took that a lot better than I thought. And definitely non-sissy Harry, he's a freaking hero, he can't be a sissy. Unlike other plagiarizing attention seeking morons, coughLockhartcough.
Ranma Higurashi: Well, the captain bit. In your review to that chapter you asked me update soon, so in my simple and sugar high mind at the time, I figured you were giving me a direct order, therefore I had to follow my captain's command. And flee the country? Just Draco in all his glory and plotted schemes. 'Grins'
The almighty and powerfulM: I doubt that, even if they wanted to get even, Harry wouldn't be able to persuade Draco to even touch Ron's bed with the tip a fingernail.
Teya the Amazing: Well, We have to remember that these are two 17 year old boys and with hormones as such. Lets face the facts: the average male thinks about sex every six minutes or so I've heard. Besides, the scenario, Ron outburst, which leads to Draco's words about just exactly what is going to happen on Harry's bed in the future, not determined yet, creates a challenge to Harry's authority. He is usually in charge of everything, except the research, so why would he relinquish control so easily? Draco is challenging him and when has Harry ever backed down? Oh, and Harry is definitely not a virgin, nor is he a quasi slut. Somewhere in between.
GoddessMoonLady: Dobby, I just had to put in Dobby. Such a cute character, in that overreacting, overprotective, overly helpful kind of way.
Argo: In my opinion, though, every time Harry and Draco fought in the past, they always went straight to the core of things. Without respect of the people involved's feelings. They tend to get caught up in their fights, so much that they forget about who they are with at the moment or where they are. All that counts is getting the upper hand of the other. A thing I can hardly see change, just because they are together. At least that's the impression I have of them.
Starrarose: Turn and turn about? Ooh, I like that
NOTE: All right, I have rectified the minor mistakes i have made in the text and i hope that I got them all. The minor mistakes counting some misspelled words and some words that were missing. Thank you to QianYun and Ahja Reyn for pointing it out to me!
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
08. Mind on The Matter At Hand.
Running a hand through the thick raven-black hair of his boyfriend, Draco tugged an unresisting and grinning Harry closer. The brunette leaned in with his entire body and trapped the blonde between himself and the stone wall. Draco rested against the cold stone, shivering slightly and let Harry crush his mouth against his own. He granted the seeking tongue entrance and in the meantime used the opportunity to slip his free hand underneath Harry's shirt.
Draco had managed to catch Harry after the end of his own Arithmancy class and the brunette's Divination class. He had proceeded to drag his boyfriend away by the collar of the other's shirt. It had been difficult to find an empty hallway, since everyone seemed to be watching them, apparently wanting another show of a snog session like the one they had gotten a little week ago in the Great Hall.
But it was not only that. It also seemed that the other houses, i.e. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, had taken it upon themselves along with of course Gryffindor to watch out for Harry.
Draco still hoped that Blaise and Pansy hadn't persuaded the Slytherin House to their cause. It was enough that Gryffindor was still assessing him and his actions.
But right now he didn't care, he was more interested in the wondrous things Harry was doing with his tongue. And the taste of Harry's mouth that only increased the sensation.
Harry pressed further into Draco, grinding against his body. The brunette brought his right hand up to caress the Slytherin's cheek, then let it fall down to ghost over Draco's chest and finally to rest on the blonde's hip.
Then a low grumble startled them, they quickly sprang away from each other to find Severus Snape watching them with a disgruntled look on his pale face. The man's hair, greasy as always, hang in stringy lock in front of his eyes. He was glaring. Not a new thing.
"One would think." He began in a low silken voice that did nothing to betray the look on his face. "That the two of you would refrain from such public displays, when it has barely been days since the last."
"Professor Sn-" Draco tried to explain that they were headed to one of their dorms, so that they could continue. Of course it was all a lie, but he wasn't about to reveal that.
"Now, Young Mr. Malfoy. What would your father think? Particularly since he is due for a meeting with the Headmaster later today." With those words he walked away, but as he was about to turn around the corner, he looked back at the two boys. "Oh, and Mr. Potter, you do remember that you have remedial Potions at eight tonight in my office?"
Harry just nodded, not arguing like Draco had expected him to. When Snape left the blond immediately turned to the Gryffindor.
"You still take remedial Potions, Harry?" Draco asked with a slight smirk, moving closer to the brunette.
"How else do you think I would be able to stay in NEWT level Potions?" Harry shrugged.
"Not really that I care, but we were supposed to go back to my dorm tonight, remember? You promised to spend the night and we would finally indulge in certain activities." The Slytherin finished with a lick to Harry's throat.
"I…I could come down to you afterwards." The brunette gasped and arched into the touch of Draco's fingers running down his torso.
"Ah, but you don't know where the Slytherin Common Room is or the password." Draco smiled sweetly, yet deviously.
"Actually I know where your common room is." Harry decided to retaliate by slipping both hands underneath the blonde's shirt and tickling the soft skin of the other's stomach. "I've known since second year." He nuzzled Draco's neck.
"Second year? How? Why?"
"I'll tell you later. Tonight? I have class in a few minutes." Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. "The password is all I need. Do you have your own room like the other prefects?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, second on the right, I just never use it. And the password to the Slytherin commons is 'Golden Boy'."
"Golden Boy?" Harry asked amused.
"Blaise's idea. Besides who would ever suspect us of having that password?"
"True enough, but I better get to Transfiguration. See you tonight at nine thirty?"
"Yeah." They kissed one more time, before Harry walked away.
Draco was walking down the stone corridor, he had a free period and he planned to go down to his dorm and set things up for tonight. He suddenly stopped. Hadn't his godfather said something about his father visiting the Headmaster?
Draco swiftly turned around and stalked towards the Headmaster's office or at least where he thought it was.
However he was lucky enough to actually stumble upon his father on the way. It turned out that the elder Malfoy had already been to see Dumbledore and was now on his way out. Draco offered to follow him to the entrance doors.
Walking down the hallways, Draco suddenly noticed something about his father.
"Dad, why are you limping?"
His father stopped dead in his tracks. He breathed deeply, then turned to face Draco. He put a small smile on his lips and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"It's nothing to concern yourself with, my son."
Draco just cocked an eyebrow, giving his father an incredulous look. He shrugged the larger hand off his shoulder, but grabbed it before it could fall to the elder Malfoy's side.
"Are you sure you're all right, Dad?" He scrutinized his father's face.
"Draco, I am fine. I just sprained my ankle. Don't worry, I'll just go home and relax." He chuckled softly. "Your mother will probably be after me, if I don't."
"Okay, Dad."
They continued down the corridor.
"How have things been since your last letter?"
"Fine." Draco answered. "Well, actually better than fine."
His father's eyebrows shot up to his hairline in an obvious question. "Oh. Does this have anything to do with your little truce with the Potter boy?"
"Yes." Draco almost smiled.
"I see." His father said amused. "And since things are better than fine, I take it that you are keeping to the truce. Perhaps even as friends?"
"Umm…"
"Draco, a Malfoy does not stammer." His father chided. "Now, you were saying?"
"We're friends…and more." Draco couldn't help but blush.
"Oh? Really?" The elder Malfoy said offhandedly.
Draco stared incredulously at him. "You're not angry with me?"
"Hn. I may have to have a little chat with him about how to treat a Malfoy and my son. But no, I am not angry. It is your life and if he makes you happy, then I would probably not be able to do much about it. Your mother would surely have my head on a silver platter, should I try to part you two and I like my head just where it is." His father said. "However there still is the issue of your engagement to Miss Parkinson."
"Pansy and I are just friends, Dad."
"I figured as much, though I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."
"What?"
His father looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening to them. "You know how the Dark Lord feels about Potter." He sighed. "He wishes for you to be initiated after your graduation."
"He…What?" Draco gasped.
"I know. It is not what you wish." His father looked genuinely sorry. "Then let us just hope for all our sakes that your boyfriend and the side of light will defeat him before summer comes."
"Father - "
"Oh, we have reached the castle door. Shall I give your mother your regards?" His father cut him off. "Be well, my son." He reached down and pressed a brief kiss to Draco's temple and then he was out the door.
Draco stared at his father's retreating back. He replayed their conversation over in his head again and counted the facts.
One: His father wasn't angry that he was dating Harry, which was weird all in itself.
Two: He was allowed to break off the engagement to Pansy, not that the two of them would ever agree to marry each other anyway.
Three: His father's boss wanted him to be initiated, something that was definitely out of the question in Draco's opinion.
And Four: Did his father just imply that he wanted his boss to loose the war?
He shook his head at his father's actions and decided instead to retreat to his dorm room. He would grab the things he needed for tonight and then ready his prefect's room.
He would try to perform the almost impossible task of deciphering the conundrum that was his father later.
He disappeared down to the dungeons.
Draco was pacing. He hated pacing. It was so utterly pointless, but nevertheless he felt like pacing right now. It was a quarter to ten and Harry hadn't shown up yet. He couldn't have gotten lost, Harry had said that he knew where the Slytherin dorms were.
He gave up on waiting and went out the door to the common room to see if Harry had maybe misunderstood his directions. But he wasn't there either, only Pansy, Blaise and Finnigan were sitting in the large green couch in front of the roaring fire.
He walked up to them. "Have any of you seen Harry?" He asked briskly.
Pansy shook her head, then smirked. "No, was he supposed to come here tonight?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"What Harry and I do are none of your business, Pansy. I just want to know if you've seen him."
"No."
"Fine." Draco said and stalked towards the entrance to the common room. Just before he stepped outside, Blaise called out.
"So have you figured out who's going to top yet?"
"Shut up, Blaise!" Draco yelled and fired a Furnunculus curse at the other Slytherin, but sadly it was astray and hit the wall instead causing it to erupt in small stony boils. He slammed the entrance shut and hurried off to where he hoped Harry still was.
Professor Snape's classroom, Harry was supposed to have remedial potions there.
When he finally reached the classroom and opened the door, he found it empty.
This wasn't what he had expected.
He searched the entire classroom and the back room storage as well.
Nothing.
Then he remembered and he felt the urge tohit his head against the wall, but refrained since he didn't want a lump to form on his perfect forehead.
His godfather had said that Harry was to report to his office, not the classroom.
With renewed energy he walked to Severus' office. The door was somehow slightly ajar, not what he had expected of his private coveting godfather, and he decided to take a sneak peek just to be sure that Harry was there and that he wouldn't be disturbing his godfather.
He should never have done that and he quickly withdrew to the middle of the corridor.
It was just so wrong, on so many levels.
The picture was just very wrong.
They were having tea and biscuits!
Harry was grinning widely as he sipped his tea.
And Severus was almost smiling, mind you almost, because smiling was just something that the Potions Master never did. But it was close.
And then in the presence of his most hated student.
What the hell was going on?
He gathered up all of his courage, which wasn't as much as he had hoped for, but he was a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor. So it would have to do. He stepped forward and knocked softly, but curtly on the door. A short "Enter" was called out and he walked inside the office.
Severus looked up. "Mr. Malfoy? Is there something I can do for you?"
"What do you two think you are doing?" Draco growled, though he couldn't help but stare at the older man.
Both men exchanged a puzzled glance, before looking at Draco. "Um...drinking tea?" Harry offered hesitantly.
Draco forced himself to look away from his godfather and face Harry instead. "Yes, I can see that. But-but you're smiling and laughing and talking amicably."
"So?"
"This is not normal, are you under the Imperius?"
"Draco, do calm down." His godfather admonished.
"Calm down? You are both acting weird. How can I calm down?" Draco sneered and went over to the brunette Gryffindor. "Besides weren't you supposed to have a remedial potions lesson, Harry?"
Harry looked confused for a second, before it dawned on him. "Uh, yeah. Of course. But we finished early and decided to have some tea and biscuits."
Draco suddenly had the distinct feeling that there wasn't any remedial potions lesson after all. He glared suspiciously at his boyfriend, but didn't want to give his thoughts away, so he said instead. "Weren't you supposed to be somewhere at nine thirty?" Merlin, he sounded like some belittled housewife.
"Uhh…" Harry looked confused again, Draco continued to glare. Then Harry slapped his hand against his forehead. "Oh, sorry Draco, I completely forgot. It's surprising that I can even remember my own name after all those curs-" He abruptly shut his mouth with an audible click of the teeth against each other.
However Draco had caught the last words and what Harry had tried not to say. "Curses? What curses?" He asked.
"Nothing, Draco. Nothing." Harry explained.
"I don't believe you."
A sudden Locking and Silencing charm was cast at the door by Draco's godfather, Professor Severus Snape. The man rested his elbows on his desk, folded his hands over each other and laid his chin on them. He breathed deeply.
"We might as well tell him, Harry." Severus said, bringing both boys' attention to him.
"What?" Harry whispered. "But-"
"You do not know Draco as well as I do, yet." The older man sighed. "If my godson wants something, he doesn't give up before he has it. Nothing will stop him, short of a Obliviation charm. And I am not quite fond of using it on family, though if it were necessary..."
"I could do it." Harry said.
"Would you really do that your own boyfriend?"
Harry hesitated, then looked at Severus shyly. "If it would keep him safe."
Draco growled. "The hell you're going to Obliviate me!"
"Draco, language." Severus reprimanded.
"To hell with language. I want to know what it is you two want to keep from me so badly that you are willing to tamper with my memories." Draco stomped his foot on the floor to emphasize his point. "Tell me." He whined.
Harry and Severus exchanged another glance, a silent agreement between them formed. Then Draco's godfather spoke in his low baritone voice. "Fine, but you must promise not to tell anyone of what we are about to reveal. If you do, the outcome could be devastating. Do you swear not to tell anyone of what you will know by the end of this conversation?"
"Sure."
"You must swear, Draco. There are too many stakes upon this."
"All right, fine. I Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy, hereby swear under the promise of a horrible and painful and torturous death that I will not reveal or utter a single word of what has taken place or what I will be told tonight. So have I sworn, so be it." Draco said. "There! Good enough?"
"Draco." Harry began, running a hand through his dark hair. "I am actually quite good at Potions-"
"Of course, the remedial tutoring has helped then."
"Draco, if you want us to tell you, then don't interrupt." Harry chided. "As I was saying, I'm rather good at Potions, when Severus isn't breathing down my neck with his great bat-ness likequalities."
Draco's godfather snorted at the comment.
"The remedial Potions is a cover for the special training Dumbledore is making me go through." The green eyed teen continued.
"Special training?"
"Yeah, Occlumency, Legilimency, special DADA training and Potions apprenticing. To help me prepare for the inevitable battle with Voldemort."
"Really?…wait, apprentice? And what's Occlumency and Legilimency?" Draco burst out.
"Occlumency is the ability to ward of your mind against a Legilimens, who is a person that can read other's minds,as well asany other mind sweeps." Severus explained and took a long sip of his tea. "And yes, Harry is my apprentice, though not publicly acknowledged yet, for safety reasons. If it were known to the Dark Lord, what we have been doing for past two years, he would attack sooner and we would have no time to arrange a counter attack."
"But Uncle Severus, aren't you a Death Eater? Why would you help Harry to win the war?" Draco asked puzzled.
His godfather was silent.
"He's a spy for the Light." Harry finally said. "But you can't tell anyone, he could get killed." The brunette pleaded.
"I already swore that I wouldn't, Harry. I'm a Malfoy, we don't break our promises." Draco reassured his boyfriend. "But you're a spy?" He asked his godfather.
"Yes." Severus sighed heavily.
"And when did the two of you get on a first name basis?"
"Well, when you spend three nights a week all year and read each other's minds most of the time, you get a certain intimacy that would be weird if you called each other anything but your first names." Harry clarified with a shrug.
"Not to mention that the brat was immensely stubborn in getting his way." Severus grunted. "He just wouldn't shut up about it."
"Which was the reason that Gryffindor had a very low point level in the middle of Sixth Year." Harry sighed.
"Yeah, but you won anyway." Draco grumbled.
"Yeah, we did, didn't we?" Harry grinned.
"Nevertheless we came to a tentative truce, like you, and we moved on to a tentative friendship." The elder man continued.
"And moved on to an apprenticeship at the start of this year. It'll be a great help on the way to becoming an Auror." Harry finished.
"Not a chance, Harry. You're going to be a Potions Master, if I'll have any say in it." Severus argued.
"What?" Harry looked startled and Draco was beginning to feel a little light-headed. This day was just getting weirder and weirder.
First the thing with his father, then finding out that Harry and his godfather, who by all means were supposed to hate each other, were friends in some sort of way. And Harry was a Potions Master's apprentice, his godfather's apprentice. He was supposed to be that apprentice.
He felt like he had stepped into a parallel universe. It just didn't make sense.
Harry and Severus hated each other.
But…then again they didn't.
"So is there anything else I don't know…not having an illicit affair?" Draco couldn't even laugh at his own bad joke. This was so messed up. He wanted to leave right now.
"No." The Potions Master said.
"Good, then Harry and I will take our leave. We have somewhere to be right now, correct Harry?" Draco grabbed onto Harry's arm and hauled him up from his chair, dragging him towards the door.
"Uh…right." Harry just stammered. "Bye Professor." He called out.
"Yes, bye Uncle Severus." Draco added.
"Ahem, Harry?" Severus said, stopping the two boys in the doorway. "The counter curse?" He gestured to his hair.
"Umm…right, sorry…Finite Incantatem!" Harry cast the spell and the pocketed his wand. The boys began to move out of the office again.
"And Mr. Potter." The elder male now said in his professional voice. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for turning my hair red."
A/N1: All right, if you're reading this, then you've probably already noticed that something is missing. Something I kinda promised at the end of the last chapter. Well…
I plead the Unforgivables!
I swear Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape cast the Imperius on me. They wanted some more spotlight in this story.
Sorry about that.
Next chapter though, it should be so far: Shagging, Snogging and Sleeping, Oh My!
A/N2: Some of you might say that Lucius Malfoy would never act so…fatherly. Well. I like him like this. Besides however cold he may appear in public, I believe him to be a doting father, or Draco might not have been able to make the comment about bullying his father into buying him a broom in the first book.
A/N3: It is now official. I can't seem to make a single story without a serious plot. I wanted to make this one with a more humour theme and not something as serious as a war. Damn me. Oh, well. What written is written.
Reviews are as always very welcome.
