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:
QianYun: Well, I had the though about Harry getting new clothes, which was: Harry has been friends with Ron and Hermione for seven years and they have done nothing to help him cast off those atrocities he calls clothes, he has the money to buy them, that's for sure. So he needs some outside help, in comes Draco and crew. Yes, Pansy knows something, but will she tell?
The all mighty and powerfulM: Oh, yeah…is she up to something or does she know something…blackmail?
I am Millie Ishtar Mouto: Meeps Okay.
GoddessMoonLady: Yup, Harry in leather is always a good mental image, especially if we put Draco in there as well. Drool
Ranma Higurashi: Yes, the little Slytherin girl is up to something
NOTE: I have to announce that future updates, including this one, will be every two weeks, preferably on Fridays, since the time for exams and major studying has arrived. I won't have much time on my hands to write, so I've decided to play it safe and say every two weeks.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin.
11. Curses.
Draco hadn't thought it possible. He had actually found something that made the thought of taking the Dark Mark seem plausible and perhaps even pleasurable.
He was never going with Harry Potter into Honeydukes again. EVER!
It was bad enough that Harry wouldn't stop whining about going to the candy store. Was Draco sure that they would make it, before they had to go back to Hogwarts? Was Draco sure that they had enough money to buy all the things that Harry wanted? Could they carry enough to bring something back for Granger and Weasley, even though Harry was still mad at them?
Sitting in the Three Broomsticks Draco took all this in strides, ignoring Harry's constant babble for the most parts. But after having heard the same question for what must have been the fifth time, Draco's patience finally snapped. He rose from his seat, grabbed Harry's hand and hauled him forcibly out of the establishment.
The Gryffindor had locked at him with surprise in his eyes as Draco led him down the street crowded with students. Swiftly he stalked up to Honeydukes, Harry still in tow, and slammed open the door.
Draco immediately regretted bringing Harry here.
The moment Draco let go of Harry's hand, the brunette grinned wickedly and bounced off to shop. Every few minutes Harry would return to him and ask his opinion of the specific candy he was holding in his hands at the moment. Sometimes he would even dump a load of candy into the carrier basket that Harry had thrust into his hands the first time he sidled up to Draco showing off his loot.
At some point Draco absentmindedly looked at his watch only to discover that they had spent almost half an hour in the store. He looked up again to find his boyfriend drooling over the chocolates. Draco sighed, apparently Harry was like a giddy seven year old unleashed in a toy store with a bottomless moneybag, when it came to visiting Honeydukes.
His boyfriend was a morning person AND a sugar addict! Oh, Joy!
What wonders would he discover about his lover in the future? Though it didn't keep Draco from realizing the fact that Harry looked so adorably cute, when his eyes lit up in the quest for candy. Not that Draco would ever tell him that.
Draco immediately made a mental note about finding a place to hide Harry's candy, so that he wouldn't get too giddy…or more giddy than he was already.
Finally after what had seemed like several hours - or to be more precise forty-two minutes - Harry appeared to have purchased all that he needed to fill his sugary addiction.
Harry grinned as he thought about the two full bags of candy he currently had in their shrinked form in his pockets. Draco indulged him with a small smile of his own, thanking the ancestors and gods that his boyfriend had finally finished his shopping in the candy store.
They walked out of Honeydukes, intent on going back to Hogwarts and having forgot all about their friends, whom they left behind in the Three Broomsticks, they went down the High Street of Hogsmeade.
However they didn't get very far. Suddenly a spell whizzed past them, narrowly missing their ears. Draco whirled around to find black cloaked figures with white masks that covered their faces approaching them.
Death Eaters.
A low growl from his right alerted him to the fact that Harry too had spun around to face the attackers, wand already in his outstretched hand. The brunette's entire body was tense and ready to strike at any moment. Draco reprimanded himself immediately for not having brought out his wand as well.
Screams erupted everywhere as more Death Eaters appeared. The black cloaked figures began casting curses left and right, Stunners, Unforgivables, everything that was on the tips of their tongues. Many of the curses hit their targets, bringing the victims screaming to their knees in agony. Some of the hexes that weren't targeted went astray, ricocheting on the walls of the buildings, but even then they managed to somehow hit a living target.
Several of the adult inhabitants of Hogsmeade prepared themselves and fought back with every ounce of their strength. So did the upper classes of Hogwarts students that had come down for the weekend, just like Draco and Harry. While the Sixth and Seventh Years did their part, the Fifth years tried to protect the younger children, ushering them back to safety.
The entire area were in a state of disarray, when help suddenly arrived in the form of Aurors and some of the teachers from Hogwarts. Quickly they began a counterattack against the looming Death Eaters.
A vicious battle broke out, now that the sides had been evened out by the appearance of help for the side of Light. Even though the Seventh and Sixth Years did what they could, they were not in any way a match in power and knowledge for the older and more experienced Death Eaters.
Though that did not stop them from trying.
Draco and Harry stood back to back and fired curses at every cloaked Death Eater that approached them. Draco thought that this was a good time as ever to make his future allegiance known. Even if it would cost him his life. Draco Malfoy didn't bow down to anyone. Though he wasn't all too fond of the idea of loosing his life, he was quite happy to be alive. But he wasn't about to have some ugly tattoo burned onto his skin forever and follow some sadistic maniac like a good, little lemming. He honestly couldn't conceive how his father - one of the most proud men he knew - could follow that moron.
Draco fired a Stunner at a suddenly appearing Death Eater, who had gotten too close for comfort. The man fell to the ground like a rock. Draco smirked, but it soon faltered, when realized that it was just one down and many to go. Death Eaters kept coming onto the scene of the battle, but only a few Aurors were arriving.
Draco watched as a Sixth Year Ravenclaw was cut down a Killing Curse, while protecting a small Third Year Hufflepuff. An Auror was hit by the Cruciatus in the attempt to surprise a group of Death Eaters that had their backs turned to him.
Suddenly a green light filled his vision, before his face met the harsh ground below. A body was pressed close to his own and looked up to see Harry staring at him with relief in his eyes. The brunette gave him a small smile and then pushed himself to his knees.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"Good." Harry's smile turned into a feral grin and he jumped to his feet, throwing a curse at an approaching Death Eater. Draco watched in awe as his boyfriend threw himself into battle again with vigour, taking down more and more Death Eaters. Draco quickly got to his own feet and sought to help the brunette, when a voice all of a sudden yelled.
"TRAITOR!"
Draco swirled around, just in time to see another green light hurtling towards him. He felt himself being thrown to the ground again.
Then everything turned dark.
"I think he's waking up, Harry." A soft feminine voice said.
"Yay, the Ferret is waking up." Came the sarcastic drawl.
"Ron!" The first voice cried.
"Ouch! Hermione!" The second whined.
"Will you two please shut up?" A third voice admonished the first two.
Draco groaned, trying to will the pounding headache away. He slowly opened his eyes, only to flinch and shut them quickly again. It was too bright. He groaned again and tried to lift his hand to shield his eyes, but it felt so heavy. Draco blinked rapidly in an attempt to both clear his eyes of the sleepiness and to adjust his eyes to the brightness.
Finally he could open his eyes fully, but he found his vision to be obscured by a pair of worried green eyes.
"Urgh…Harry…mind backing up?" He slurred out.
"Uh…yeah, sure…" Harry said embarrassed. Draco sat up against the headboard of the bed, he was occupying. He looked around and found himself to be in the school infirmary, along with many others. Harry was sitting in a chair beside his bed, the brunette's left arm was in a sling. Harry was wearing one of the infirmary pyjamas and most of his skin that should have been visible, was covered in bandages. Harry's face was relatively fine, except for the small scars on his jaw. Behind Harry stood Granger and Weasley, one with a concerned expression, the other with an annoyed scowl, they were unharmed. Lucky bastards.
"Potter, you look like shit."
Harry chuckled and retorted. "Well, we can't all be as lucky as you, Malfoy. But you might want to avoid a mirror in the nearest future."
Weasley snickered, but was shushed by his girlfriend, who promptly dragged him away from Draco and Harry to give them some privacy.
"So…what is it with you and being thrown to the ground, then passing out?" Harry asked good humouredly.
"I don't know, I'm not the one doing the throwing." Draco growled.
Harry just grinned. "Madam Pomfrey has tasked me with asking you these questions, when you woke up."
"Uh…sure."
Harry straightened his back as much as the bandages would allowed and he took on a professional attitude. "Now, do you feel overheated?"
Draco shook his head.
"Are you cold?"
Another shake.
"Are you in any pain?"
"Yeah. I've got a headache and it's not getting any better with those stupid questions."
"Hey! I'm only relaying what Madam Pomfrey asked me to do." Harry defended himself at the glare Draco shot him, the brunette flushed bright red. "All right, I'll just jump to the last and most important question…What is the last thing you remember?"
Draco scrunched up his face in thought, before answering. "Someone yelling 'Traitor', a green light…" He sighed. "…being thrown to ground, AGAIN…and then darkness."
Harry's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Oh…that would have been the Killing Curse then. You mean, you remember nothing else before you blacked out?"
"No."
"Well, you're lucky that's for sure. If you hadn't been thrown to the ground, you would have been killed by the curse." Harry said, relief in his voice as he smiled at Draco, then he leaned closer to the blonde and whispered. "It's a good thing your father was there."
Draco's eyes widened at the words. "My father?" He asked.
"Yeah, he's in Dumbledore's office right now, but he promised to come here afterwards."
"Since when are you so buddy-buddy with my father?" Draco raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Buddy-buddy, Draco?" Harry laughed. "I'm not…you'll know anyway, when he gets here."
Suddenly a voice rang out through the infirmary wing.
"DRACO!" Pansy yelled as she, Blaise and Finnigan came up to Draco's bed
"Naughty boy, Draco." The girl pouted playfully, letting Draco know that they were all right. "You just left us there to pick up the tab all by ourselves."
The three teens were a little worse for wear, but nowhere near the extent of how Harry looked at the moment. They had a few scratches and a couple of Band-Aids, nothing more dire.
Draco shot a impish glare at the dark haired girl. "We had business to do."
"Doing what? Play Hero?"
"That's a Potter thing. No, I wanted to get Harry to stop whining about candy. The other stuff was just a lucky bonus I guess." Draco said sardonically.
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry, shut up. We all know that you did whine." Finnigan grinned.
"That wasn't it." Harry said, looking around.
"Oh, then what?" Blaise asked.
"Where's my candy? I had it right here…I unshrinked them after we arrived in the Infirmary…" Harry trailed off, his eyes narrowed and he sneered. "Ron." Then stormed out the door of the infirmary, leaving three bemused Slytherins behind and yelling obscenities about 'a certain redhead that had better return his candy, lest he wanted to be transfigured into a mole rat'.
