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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.


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Dragon Chronicles

By Nuin

12. Spies.

Draco watched with amusement as his boyfriend stormed off to Merlin knows where in the hunt for Weasley. An epic battle between two best friends over a couple of bags of candy.

Gryffindors.

Crazy, the whole lot were.

Though Draco was beginning to think about sneaking away from Madam Pomfrey, just to see Harry curse his best friend. Oh, what a sight it would be. Especially if Harry went through with his threat about transfiguring Weasley into a mole rat. It would give Draco somewhat of a leverage to Weasley's Ferret torture other than just calling him Weasel.

Though with the overprotective mediwitch watching all of her patients like a hawk, the chances of Draco slipping away was near subzero. It was as if she had eyes in the back of her head. Because when he saw that she had her back turned, the moment he tried to get out of his bed, she was already breathing down his neck forcing him back into bed.

Damn that woman.

Pansy smirked as she sat down in the chair that Harry had occupied not long ago.

"So…" She let the word hang in the air.

"So…what?" Draco asked suspiciously.

Pansy just smiled sweetly and crossed her legs.

Draco growled, Pansy was wearing that smug appearance again. It had never been a good sign in the past and it most definitely wasn't a good sign now. He glared at the dark haired girl, but she didn't waver in her confidence. Usually his glaring at people with the patented Malfoy-glare would help loosening their tongues. Pansy? She just ignored it all. She obviously believed that being one of his best friends came with such benefits of not being cursed.

He would have to prove her wrong now.

Draco was about to tell her so, when the doors to the Infirmary burst open and his father entered with a flourish, robes billowing elegantly behind him. Lucius Malfoy strode up to the bed, gave a curt nod at Pansy, Blaise and Finnigan gesturing for them to leave the premises. A gesture only the two Slytherins caught the meaning of, Blaise had to haul the Gryffindor away.

Draco's father turned his attention to him. His father's face was devoid of any emotion, though his eyes displayed his relief of Draco being all right.

"My son, walk with me? I wish to speak with you in a more private setting."

"Mr. Malfoy, that won't do…not at all." Madam Pomfrey interjected appearing almost instantly at his bed, once again fuelling Draco's theory of her having eyes in the back of her head. "Young Mr. Malfoy needs rest."

"Surely Madam Pomfrey, he can be excused to speak with his father." Lucius said graciously. "It is rather important that I have his unwavering attention and the matter of which I wish to speak with about is private and of outmost delicacy. As much as I have faith in your skills as a mediwitch, Madam, and your knowledge that will help further my son's recovery, the Infirmary is not the most private of all places."

Madam Pomfrey just stared disapprovingly at Draco's father. "Don't patronize me, Mr. Malfoy. Fine, you may leave with your son, don't ask my opinion, what do I know. I'm only a certified mediwitch with over thirty years of experience."

"Madam Pomfrey, it was not my intention to undermine your credibility and experience, I just wish to speak with my son in private, before I have to leave the school and head home." Lucius tried to placate the angered nurse as he motioned for Draco to get up.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey sighed. "However the moment you two are done, it's back to bed and I mean both of you!" She stared reprimandingly at the two male Malfoys. "You took a rather nasty curse to the shoulder, Mr. Malfoy and I want you to rest, the same goes for your son." The mediwitch turned her eyes to Draco, raising an eyebrow and challenging him to refuse her orders.

"Of course, Madam Pomfrey." Draco's father smiled benignly. "Draco?"

Draco jumped off of the bed with a smirk and grabbed the robe that Madam Pomfrey was holding out to him, a stern look in her eyes.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." He said curtly, put on the soft, warm robe and stepped into a pair of slippers. Draco raised his head to look his father in the eyes. "Ready."

Together father and son walked out of the Infirmary, if not a little slowly due to their injuries from the battle at Hogsmeade.

Sauntering down the halls of Hogwarts Castle, the two Malfoys encountered several students on their way.

Draco glanced sideways to meet his father's grey eyes. "Where are we going?"

His father smirked. "A little place I was told about called the Room of Requirement."

Draco just stared at his father's mischievous smirk. "Okay…"

"Come now, my son. Here we are." Lucius Malfoy announced with a pompous voice.

"It's a door." Draco said with disinterest. It was just a plain, old door, nothing fancy like the doors to the Great Hall.

"Your power of observation astound me, my son." His father said sardonically as he walked past the door, turned around and walked back to Draco, before he turned again and passed the door a third time.

"Father, what are you doing?"

"Just wait."

Draco's father finally reached for the doorknob and turned it. He strode in and waited for Draco to follow.

The room Draco entered was nicely furnished in true Slytherin colours with a roaring fireplace and soft cushioned, dark green couch in front of it. A small table of dark wood stood in front of the couch, a tray with a teapot, two cups and a plate of cookies on its surface.

His father nodded satisfied and immediately made his way to the couch. He poured tea for them both and sat down, gesturing for Draco to do the same. The younger Malfoy closed the door, before joining his father.

Draco accepted the proffered cup of tea, took a sip of the warm drink and then looked expectantly at the older man.

"Well, I assume that you are wondering, what it is I wish to discuss with you?" His father calmly sipped his tea.

"Yes."

"First of all, I would like to know if you're all right. I trust Madam Pomfrey took accordingly care of your injuries?"

"I'm fine, Dad." Draco smiled at his father. "Though she was rather frustrating…"

"Yes, she has the nasty habit of treating everyone as children, no matter what age they are." His father mused. "Very well, I assume that you are also wondering why I am at Hogwarts?…in stead of by the Dark Lord's side."

Draco started, he hadn't actually thought of it, but it seemed rather obvious now. Why would his father, the right hand of Lord Voldemort be here at Hogwarts after the battle?

"What I tell you now is very delicate information. Not many know of this, save the Order."

"The Order?" Draco asked, biting into one of the cookies.

"An organization that fights against the Dark Lord."

"But why are you here?" The younger Malfoy pressed.

"Because you have expressed no urge or wish to join the Death Eater ranks, I believe that you may be told this. I am - or was - a spy for the Order." His father said solemnly.

"A what?" Draco stared at the older man,

"Have you gone deaf from the battle, my son? I was a spy. No longer though, as my cover was eradicated today, when I killed a Death Eater trying to curse your boyfriend and of course when I killed the man, who tried to murder my son."

Draco blinked, then blinked again, the images and sounds from the battle running laps in his head trying to be pieced together in the according fashion. "'Traitor'" He whispered as he stared down at his hand lying in his lap.

"Excuse me?" His father said.

"It wasn't me, it was you." Draco said.

"What are you talking about, Draco?" Lucius exclaimed, for once in his life more than a little bewildered.

Draco's head shot up and his eyes met with those of his father. "Harry said that you were there and that I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. You were the one to throw me to the ground, when that Killing Curse nearly hit me. Before I passed out - I think I hit my head on a rock or something - I heard someone yelling 'Traitor'." Draco paused. "It wasn't I they were calling 'Traitor', it was you."

His father said nothing, he just stared at Draco with solemn eyes. Draco stared back, neither willing to back from their impromptu staring match, though neither actually had a reason to be doing this.

Father-son bonding, done the Malfoy way and determining the 'alpha male' of the pack. Though this one was less bloody and less Dark Arts connected than usual.

"So…" Draco was the first to speak in minutes. "How long have you been a spy?"

Lucius sighed. "Since I was released from Azkaban."

"But that was almost two years ago!"

"Yes."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Why I turned?" His father inquired, at Draco's nod he continued. "Because I realized the truth. Being in Azkaban gives you a lot of time to think and since the Dementors deflected to the Dark Lord, its prisoners could no longer be robbed of their sanity."

The older male laughed listlessly.

"A deflection I thank the Gods for." Draco's father sighed, before pouring himself another cup of tea.

"Realizing the truth is always the hardest part…you ask me why I turned…I realized that the Dark Lord is no longer the man he once was. I realized that he would never be able to either win this war or give his servants, what he promised them. That he is nothing more than a megalomaniac, power hungry, but unwilling to share that power. That he would have us all killed if it would give him more power or save his own skin. He is not a man of honour. But simply a crazed and vindictive old man, who is not even a man any more. The Dark Lord is more obsessed with killing a teenager than he is focused on the status of the old families of the wizarding world as he first proclaimed so long ago." Lucius said.

"The Dark Lord does not think clearly anymore, he tortures his own men, he kills for no reason at all. Not for the survival of the pure blooded families, does he fight. But for his own revenge against a father that could not understand his wife or the son that she gave him. Though now I believe that it has always been his real priority, petty revenge."

The elder Malfoy was silent for a few moments, occasionally he drank from his cup of tea. "Potter will win." He stated. "Not because he is powerful or young, full of strength, but because he knows what he is fighting for. And that will draw others to him. He will never ask of anyone to more than they can, because it is not in his nature to do so. I know about Potter's training and I was told so do you. Never speak of it to anyone." Serious steel grey eyes stared into Draco's own. "And never speak of this conversation to anyone. I will try to infiltrate the Dark Lords ranks once again…and I may not succeed, but then at least you and your mother will know the truth. I will speak with her, once I am home at the Manor."

"So this is why you weren't angry with me for choosing not to become a Death Eater?" Draco asked.

"Precisely. Now, it seems as though the Room wants us to leave. It has stopped refilling the teapot." Lucius mentioned, looking at said teapot with feigned interest.

"Funny, Father. Really funny. But all right, then lets go find Harry instead." The young teen smirked and rose from the couch.

"Potter?" Draco's father said with distaste. "I may be on the same side as your 'boyfriend', but that does not mean I wish to socialize with him."

"So? I want to find him. I have to ask him something." Draco smirked deviously.

"Fine, lets us find your pet boyfriend, so that you can snog him silly as you teens so favour to call it." Lucius sighed and rose from the couch as well.

"Shut up, Father."


Somehow the two Malfoys managed to sneak out to the front entrance of Hogwarts Castle without Madam Pomfrey finding out. They were both pretty sure that she had informed the other professors as well as the prefects about them. So they praised themselves to be exceptional Slytherins in getting this far.

Draco gazed out at the grounds, scouting for his boyfriend. He was rather anxious to find Harry. He wanted to find out if the Gryffindor had actually turned the Weasel into a mole rat and wanted to find Harry before anyone else, so that he could make sure that the preferably former redhead stayed that way. It would make his life so much more fun.

He smirked, when he finally spotted the dark haired teen jogging towards him with a grin on his tanned face. He was about to great him, when his father spoke first.

"Potter." Draco's father greeted haughtily. "Still playing hero?"

"Malfoy." Harry retorted without hesitation. "Still licking your master's boots?"

"No, sorry to disappoint you, Potter. But I wouldn't want to take away your future job."

"Haha…you're killing me, Malfoy." The Gryffindor said sarcastically.

"Oh, if only it were true." Lucius said with a mock sigh.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared beside Draco and for some reason he could relate to the words that Harry once told him a few days ago. Professor Severus Snape always appeared when you least expected it, but always when it seemed most probable for the chance of loosing house points. Gryffindor house points to be exact.

"Potter, what is going on?" Professor Snape asked suspiciously the second he spotted the young man. Tentative friendship be damned, Draco thought amused.

"Uh…nothing?" Harry said nervously.

"And what is that hideous creature in your arms?"

"Um…a mole rat?"

"Really?" The Potions Master arched an eyebrow in disbelief, Harry grinned sheepishly as the animal in his arms squirmed to get away.

"HARRY!" Granger came from the lakeshore running up to stand beside Harry.

"Harry, have you seen Ron?"

"Umm…no."

"Where did you get that mole rat?" The young woman eyed the creature curiously. "It's cute."

"I found it?" The dark haired Gryffindor offered tentatively with the slightest of shrugs.

"There are no mole rats at Hogwarts." Granger said sternly with a hint of suspicion and - what was that? dread? - in her voice.

"How would you know - oh, wait…right - You know everything." Harry deadpanned.

"Well, I think Weasley looks stunning for a mole rat." Draco said offhandedly with a wicked grin at his boyfriend, who was decidedly glaring at him in return.

"Draco!" Harry hissed and glared at Draco in an attempt to get the blonde to shut up.

"Harry! You didn't. Tell me, you didn't turn your best friend into a mole rat again." Granger exclaimed appalled.

"I didn't turn Ron into a mole rat." Harry lied through his teeth with an innocent grin. Granger glared.

"Five points to Gryffindor." Professor Snape announced with a reluctant glee.

"Wha'?" Harry said astounded at the fact that the Gryffindor hating professor was awarding points to his house.

"Well, it is a rather successful transfiguration of a human, you have done, Potter. Crude, but successful. Therefore I will have to award you points for your good work. It seems that you have learned something in the seven years you have spent here, after all." The professor said with a barely concealed glare, though a small, but distinct, indication of amusement was apparent in his tone of voice.

"I can't believe you did that, Harry. You promised you wouldn't use transfiguration for revenge anymore." Granger sighed.

"You usually use transfiguration for revenge, Harry?" Draco smirked.

"Yep." Harry grinned. "Another score for my Slytherin side, I guess?"

"I would say so…" The younger Malfoy pondered. "Are you going to keep him that way." He added hopefully.

"He will NOT!" Granger protested and with that she grabbed the transfigured wizard and stormed off into the castle.

The four wizards stared at her retreating back.

"I trust that you are relatively unharmed, Lucius." Snape asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, old friend. Now I must be off, Narcissa is waiting at home for me." Lucius answered. "Be well, my son. Severus…Potter." The elder Malfoy strode away towards the main gates of the Hogwarts grounds.

When Lucius Malfoy disappeared off to Hogsmeade, Harry turned to Draco.

"Draco, why are you still in your infirmary pyjamas?"


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