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.
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NOTE: SORRY! Sorry it took a month for this chapter to come out. But life has been bitchy lately. I'm right in the middle of exams and I was behind in my reading for those, for which I completely blame my boss and my lack of ability to say NO! My boss practically came begging on hands and knees for my to take some extra hours, because some of the others were sick and whatnot, which lead to me getting behind in my carefully planned schedule and thus I had to lay my fan fiction on the shelves for some time. So sorry again! But here it is: chapter 13.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
13. Pillow Talk.
Don't you yell at me!
Why I haven't written in a while?
Uh…I was busy.
Yes, I know there was a time last year, when I was…busy as well.
So?
Get over it!
Moronic Journal.
Yes, I know I haven't written in well over two weeks…
I said get over it!
…
I think Harry knows about my father, I'm sure of it. He always knows stuff…And no one ever tells me anything, until they think I can 'handle' it. I'm not some weak, emotional little girl.
Bloody gits the lot of them are.
What do you mean you know how I feel? I tell you everything!
Okay, so I didn't tell you about me shagging Harry. Or about my father…no, I'm not going to tell, what I mean. What if you fell into the wrong hands? Forget it, forget I ever said anything.
SHUT UP!
By Salazar, you're a whining little complainer.
You're my journal, you're not supposed to insult me. Your purpose is to listen to what I write. No insults, no complaints…or you're going in the trash with a nice acid to burn your pages.
You done ranting?
Can we get back to my problems?
Good.
As I said, I want to know what's going on too…not just being allowed to know, when it's absolutely necessary.
I am bloody well tired of bein-
"Draco! Draco, open the fucking door!" Blaise yelled from the other side of the wooden frame. "Lover boy is waiting for you to let him in."
Draco wrote the last sentence out differently than he had originally thought of before slamming the book shut.
'I am bloody well tired of being interrupted.'
Draco sighed, it was getting very habitual, for people to interrupt him, while he was writing in his journal. He hastily locked up the book in his trunk and undid the wards he had placed on the door. His boyfriend and a smirking Blaise were waiting in the doorway, when he opened it.
"Hey." Harry said sullenly as he walked in.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
"Ron kicked me out again...I think he's still mad at me for the mole rat incident…though it was completely his fault." The brunette explained.
"I thought you two made up today."
"Apparently not, can I spend the night again?" Harry sighed.
"It's the fifth time this week." Draco said.
"I know." Harry shrugged.
"Very well. Get changed and get in my bed." Draco ordered.
"Ooh, domineering much, Draco?" Blaise grinned as he sat down on his own bed.
"Fuck off, Blaise." The blonde Slytherin growled.
"Not a chance, Dray. This is my dorm room too, and Vince's, Greg's and Theo's as well. We sleep here too." Blaise chided. "Besides if there's going to be a show, I want to watch."
"No way!" Draco yelled. "You're not going to watch anything, because there won't be a show."
"We could always cast Silencing and Warding Spells, Baby." Harry offered.
"That we cou-" Draco stopped for a second. "Baby!" He squeaked in a very un-Malfoy-ish way and very undignified manner for a Malfoy. "Who told you, you could call me Baby!"
"No one."
"What did I tell you about pet names?"
Harry smiled innocently and began listing the various endearments. "Lets see, no cutie, no Blondie and no bab- oh! Oops." He grinned sheepishly. "My bad."
"Yes, you were bad. You do realize that you must be punished now?"
"Nope." Harry chuckled. "Not gonna happen, you could never punish me…I'm too cute to be punished, Baby." He simpered at the aggravated blonde.
"Oh?"
"Yes, Sugar."
"Harry." Draco growled.
"Yes, Honey Dumpling?"
"You're treading on dangerous grounds, Potter."
"Really?" Harry smirked.
"Oh, yes." The blonde Slytherin smirked devilishly as he grabbed his wand from the desk beside him and pointed it directly at his boyfriend's chest. "Petrificus Totalis!"
Harry fell to the floor, his body ramrod straight, frozen by the spell. Smugly Draco sauntered up to him and crouched down beside him. "You were saying?" He was met by an icy glare from the green eyes of his lover.
Draco tutted and aimed his wand once again at the prone body in front of him. "Wingardium Leviosa!" He called out and slowly levitated Harry from the floor and directed him to his bed. Draco turned around and glared at the smirking male still sitting on one of the other beds in the dorm.
"Blaise. Will you kindly fuck off!" He said curtly.
"No."
"Blaise, OUT!" Draco growled, pointing to the door decisively.
"Fine." Blaise sniffed and rose from the bed. He stalked past Draco and went out of the door.
"And just for safety's sake, I'll ward and silence charm my bed, so don't get any sneaky thoughts about your voyeurism kink, Blaise." The blonde snarled as he closed the door in the face of a now sulking Blaise and he went back to the side of his boyfriend.
Draco smirked self-satisfied, crawled onto the bed, drew the curtains shut and cast both a warding spell and a silencing spell. Putting his wand down beside Harry's head, Draco crawled on top of the prone brunette and stared into his boyfriend's verdant eyes. He smirked again.
"You should know, Harry, that I am never one to back down on my promises." He let his tongue flick out to moisten his lips. Harry's eyes, the only part of him that could move, followed the movement avidly. "And I believe that I promised to punish you for calling me such horrid names." With that he leaned down and licked the unresponsive lips of the brunette beneath him, then he moved downward to nuzzle Harry's neck and gave it an appreciative lick.
Draco moved his hand to his boyfriend's sweater. "This has got to go, Harry. I thought I bought you new clothes and still you're wearing this hideous jumper." He grabbed his wand and with a flick of his wrist he banished the offending garment. "Much better. This is going too." And Draco banished Harry's undershirt. He stared at the now bare chest before him and smirked smugly.
Draco bent down and flicked his tongue over Harry's pectorals and lower still to the bare stomach of his boyfriend, without any respond from Harry. He dipped his tongue into the brunette's belly button with a few experimental thrusts, before he sat back on his haunches and stared at the body laid out before him.
"Mmm. Yummy" Draco hummed. "But boring. Finite Incantatem!" As soon he released Harry from the spell, Draco quickly grabbed both of the brunette's hands and pinned them above Harry's head. The Gryffindor squirmed, trying to stretch his limbs after having been petrified for more than fifteen minutes.
"You have a serious fetish for bondage, haven't you?" Harry finally murmured.
"Your point?" Draco cocked an eyebrow, while trailing his fingers down the brunette's chest and revelling in then gasps and moans it produced as he pinched Harry's nipples.
"None, but I probably should have guessed it, when you did it a couple of days ago." Harry shrugged.
"What can I say, I find having the Harry 'Boy-Who-Lived' Potter completely at my mercy, a turn on…Then again which Slytherin hasn't?"
"Whatever." Harry deadpanned as he squirmed again to get into a more comfortable position. "So…" Harry smirked mischievously and looked into lust filled grey eyes. "Now that you have me 'completely at your mercy'. What are you going to do?"
"Fuck you through the bed." Draco replied casually.
"Oh, woe is me." Harry shuddered delightfully. "To be shagged by my gorgeous boyfriend."
Blinking his eyes a few times, Draco slowly emerged from the land of dreams. He yawned and tried to stretch his limbs, when his arms hit something. He opened his eyes fully to find Harry snoring softly in front of him. He smiled and reached out to brush away a stray piece of black hair that kept falling into Harry's eyes.
Harry shifted under the soft touch and slowly his eyes opened to gaze directly into Draco's. Harry blinked once trying to focus his sight, but apparently found it unwanted, then grumbled softly, closed his eyes and snuggled into the sheets again.
Draco growled and poked Harry in the ribs, wanting the brunette to wake up. Harry flinched, but didn't open his eyes. Draco poked him again, harder. Harry batted the hand away.
Draco stared at him.
"Potter, wake up!" He hissed into the other boy's ear.
Harry's eyes snapped open.
"Draco?…wha'time issit?"
Draco cast a Tempus spell and answered.
"Ten to six.
"Oh."
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to be a 'morning person' today?"
"Too early…I'm not a morning person until at least half past seven." Harry mumbled.
"Prat." Draco snorted.
"Git." The brunette shot back without missing a beat, the he yawned again. "Go back to sleep, Draco. I definitely am." He said softly and snuggled into a comfortable position, right up against Draco's side. Harry slung a careless arm around Draco's waist and drew him closer, nuzzling into the crook of Draco's neck.
Draco sighed irritated. He poked Harry's ribs again. "Potter!"
Harry growled. "What?"
"I can't sleep."
"Oh, so because you can't sleep, I'm not allowed to either?"
"Exactly." Draco stated.
"Merlin…" Harry shook his head in abandon. "Fine, what do you want to do, since you can't fall asleep?"
"Shag?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm still too sore and I don't think I can even muster the energy to top you right now." Harry yawned. "Can't you just read a book or something? Then I can go back to sleep."
"No."
"Draco, I wanna sleep." Harry pouted and prodded Draco's chest gently.
"Will you come home with me for Christmas break?"
"What? Where did that come from?" Harry exclaimed startled.
"Don't know, just thought I should ask you." Draco shrugged.
"Uh…yeah, of course I'll go. Why I could have that nice little chat with your father about how his boss would love to skin me alive and make me into a purse." Harry said sardonically, shifting on the bed to get closer to Draco.
"No need to be rude about it. I was just trying to be polite, since I'm going home." Draco sneered. "Besides I know that you know about my father."
"What do you mean?" Harry cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"About his 'job'."
Harry stared at him.
"I don't know what you mean." He rambled out, just a tad too quick.
"You do!" Draco accused. "I know you do. You've been hinting at it so often, telling me to talk to my father about it, if I wanted to know. You know that he's a spy for the Order."
"Uh…"
"Harry."
"All right, I know." Harry mumbled.
"Aha!" Draco smirked triumphantly. "I knew it."
"Yeah, yeah…you knew it. Can I go back to sleep now?" Harry looked a Draco with large pleading puppy dog eyes.
"…Fine."
A/N: Okay, so not much happened in this chapter...makes you wonder why it took so long to get it out? I still blame my boss. Anyway...juicy stuff is at my livejournal. The link is in my Bio.
