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.
Responses:
Slash-lover: Uh…what? Did I read that right? You hopefully didn't say that Harry and Lucius were going to shag, did you?
Ranma Higurashi: Update for ya!
Morsus: Yup, that's bosses for you. Though then again, it there weren't any bosses we would have to take all the responsibility, instead of loading it off on the bosses. 'grins'
GoddessMoonLady: Why you're not surprised about Ron? Well, it's Ron I guess. That should say enough.
Ms. Penny: July 26th? Oh, I get the book at July 16th…hmm
I am Millie Ishtar Motou: Thanks Dude!
Mentaru: Aww, thank you and welcome back. I did want Lucius to be a good guy in my humour fics, because I like Lucius. As I said, when I explained his behaviour the first time he appeared, he may act all cold and snotty in public, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he does so in private. 'grins' And I will hopefully keep up the good work, well I'll keep up the work at least.
NOTE: I'm sure that not many of you want to hear this, but Dragon Chronicles is going on a hiatus for three weeks. I have my final exams to pass and for that to happen I have to leave for two weeks to another part of the country, where I won't be able to write or update. And since it usually takes me about a week to write a chapter, I'll play it safe and say three weeks.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
14. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas…
Hn…
What is it with Harry and avoiding the questions asked of him?
He has a way with abruptly changing the subject…
Sneaky Slytherin trait if you ask me or anyone else for that matter.
Well, at least he's made up with the Weasel. Though I did enjoy having Harry in my bed each night…so much easier to have sex, when we're both in the same bed.
Stop that.
No.
Why was I the one to get the perverse, voyeuristic journal?
You are.
Enough of this…I'm not in the mood to hear you whine about not being appreciated…you're my journal for Salazar's sake, I'm the one who is supposed to write in you and you are not going to-
Don't you dare talk back to me!
That's it! I'm going to throw you out and then get a nice non-responding journal that especially won't insult me…
'SPLAT'
"HARRY!"
'SPLAT…SPLAT…SPLAT'
"Damn it, Ron. I only threw one at you, not THREE!"
'SPLAT…SPLAT'
"Hermione!" Two voices cried incredulously.
"Oh, you two are so easy. I just had to wait until you were occupied with pummelling each other, before I made my move." She smirked and placed her hands on her hips attaining a superior stance.
'SPLAT'
"Malfoy!" Granger cried as the snowball hit her directly in the back of her neck. Draco smirked and sauntered over to his boyfriend.
"You really talk to much, Granger. It leaves your defences too open." The blonde commented as he dropped a kiss on Harry' cheek, then immediately pulled back with a disgruntled look. "Merlin, even your cheeks are soaked, Potter."
"Oh?"
"I'm going to have to find another place to latch onto then." He leaned in to press a kiss to Harry's lips, when he was stopped by a palm to his face. The palm pushed hard and Draco found himself staggering a few steps back, trying not to fall over.
"You know, Malfoy…" Harry said thoughtfully and began to move towards Draco in slow steps. "You're really too dry…it's as if you haven't even been involved in a snowball fight."
"So?" Draco didn't like the smirk playing on Harry's lips and he cautiously took a step backwards, only to have Harry follow his moves. "It only proves that I am better at not getting hit."
"Well, we can't have people believe that…they would think you were too cowardly to actually be involved in the battle." A strange glint shone in Harry's emerald coloured eyes as he finally stepped up to stand chest to chest with Draco. Harry smiled sweetly, then pounced. He threw Draco to the snow covered ground and then crawled up the blonde's body to straddle his hips.
Harry smirked and scooped up a small ball of snow, idly forming it with his hands in an antagonizing slow pace. Draco glared at his boyfriend, then wriggled trying to get out from under the brunette. Harry scowled then pushed his hand down on Draco's chest, hard. "Don't go yet, Baby. I have something for you." Raising his other hand to hover over Draco's face, Harry brought it down to thoroughly smash the snow against the pale skin of the now spluttering blonde.
"Harry, stop that!" Draco growled.
"Aww, look at you…"Harry cooed and bent down to nuzzled Draco's nose in an Eskimo kiss. "All soaked…like the rest of us."
"Fuck off, Harry." Draco bucked up trying to throw Harry off, but all he got out of it was another snowball to his face. Draco blinked rapidly, then spat out the snow that had been pushed into his mouth. Finally he was able to bring his hands up to Harry's chest and forced the brunette to back away. The blonde quickly got to his feet and dusted off the snow flakes that nearly covered him from head to toe. He grumbled softly and muttered. "Stupid Gryffindors."
Draco suddenly felt a hand ruffling his drenched locks and he looked up to find Harry grinning at him. The brunette leaned in and nibbled Draco on the lips, the Slytherin moaned softly in response.
Then a pair of snowballs hit them both right in the side of their faces. Draco whirled around, when another ball smashed into his nose. "WEASEL!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hit you?" Weasley said insincerely and then laughed out loud. Even Granger couldn't help by titter slightly beside her boyfriend.
Draco growled and reached for his wand, but was stopped by Harry grabbing his arm and shaking his head no. Eyes wide, Draco wrestled his arm away from the brunette. "Fuck you, Potter." He snarled and left the three Gryffindors to go inside.
Draco was halfway to the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room, when Harry caught up with him. The brunette grabbed Draco by his shoulders and turned him around forcibly.
"What is wrong, Draco? Why did you leave?" Harry asked, staring intently into the blonde's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Draco echoed. "What's wrong, is that I'm sick and tired of you always taking their side in a fight! You won't let me hex them to get even."
"I don't always take their side." Harry objected. "I hexed Hermione's hair to be frizzier than normal just two days ago."
"That was because she charmed your hair green for two hours, not mine." Draco sneered. "Merlin, I sound like a goddamn woman. Fuck you, Potter. For turning me into such a…a…"
"A what, Malfoy?" Harry countered.
"A HUFFLEPUFF!" Draco cried, waving his hands around in frustration.
"You're anything but a Hufflepuff, Draco. You're a Slytherin."
"I know that…was that an insult? It was. So I'm a Slytherin, meaning that in your pure and righteous Gryffindor mind I'm just a slimy, evil Slytherin!"
"No, Draco…I just don't like it, when someone attacks my friends." Harry struggled to placate the furious blonde.
"And…what…about…me?" Draco asked in a clipped tone of voice.
"I…" Harry looked like he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, Draco. I…I've just known Ron and 'Mione for so long that it's become second nature, I guess." The brunette shrugged helplessly.
Draco arched an eyebrow, still glaring. "Then I suppose that you'll be spending Christmas with your best friends as well…instead of your boyfriend?"
"Well, I actually always spend Christmas with the Weasleys."
"But-"
"Besides I doubt that your father would be pleased to have me there." Harry sighed and leaned in to whisper into Draco's ear. "At the most he tolerates me and we both know what would happen if Voldemort - stop flinching - knew that I would be there…at the house of his second in command." The brunette drew back to stare imploringly into Draco's silver coloured eyes. "It's not as if I like your father. And I really don't want to spend my Christmas with people I don't like and who don't like me."
Draco sneered and crossed his arms. "Fuck you." Then he stormed off for the second time that day.
Arriving at the entrance he hastily spat the password and stalked inside, past the other Slytherins and into his dorm room.
When the holidays came around, Potter and Draco were still not talking to each other. Draco was growling at anyone who talked to him and he kept shooting glares at the brunette Gryffindor. The Gryffindor, who apparently ignored him! Draco had been in a foul mood for days and it was as if a perpetual dark cloud was hanging over his head. For days on end he had scared the population of Hogwarts into a state of constant vigilance, since he had taken to cursing people left and right in an attempt to vent his rage at Potter.
The night before the students who were going home for the holidays left, Draco had been finally let out of detention around the stroke of midnight. This time he had been given detention for turning a first year Hufflepuff's hair green and silver, the child had accidentally bumped into him in the hallway. So Draco had been forced to spend the last night in detention.
Draco had hastily packed his trunk the next morning, since he had barely been able to walk to his dorm after four long hours of scrubbing the floor and every table AND every cauldron in the Potions Classroom. What was it with teachers and giving out detentions that entailed cleaning that specific classroom?
The train ride to King's Cross was rather uneventful, Draco opted for once to stay in his compartment with Blaise and Pansy instead of seeking out the Golden Trio. He absolutely didn't want to see Potter, even though he was beginning to miss him.
Draco was picked up by his mother at the station and he was welcomed with a warm hug. Together they apparated to the outskirts of the wards of Malfoy Manor. There they were picked up by a House Elf driven carriage and taken home.
It was Christmas morning when the white owl arrived just after the three Malfoys had finished opening their presents. The owl was carrying a small square box and a letter, both addressed to Draco, but with no return address. Though he could easily guess from whom they were, not many people had a snowy owl. He decided to open the letter first.
Hey Baby- yes, I know I'm not allowed to call you that, but humour me just for this letter, if for nothing else.
I just wanted to say that I miss you, I really wish you were here, though I can't say where I am. I'm sorry for whatever it was that I said to make you so angry. I have thought a lot about our argument, but I'm still not sure what I did. But I'm sorry.
I even talked it over with Professor Lupin and he thinks that I should apologize and talk with you. That I should ask for a calm explanation about what I did. I just want to understand what I did wrong, so that I can make it better. and so that I get to hold you and kiss you again.
I hope that your Christmas has been going well so far. As promised - I hope you won't be mad, but I did promise them - the Weasleys and I are spending Christmas together, though not at the Burrow. Professor Lupin, who was friends with my dad, is also here that's why I have been talking to him.
Please, Draco. If you won't return a letter to me with the explanation for why you behaved like you did, so that I can understand what went wrong, at least talk to me when we return to Hogwarts. Please?
I hope you'll like your Christmas present, you can throw it out if you want. I won't mind. It's specially made to fit only you and can't be given to anyone else.
I…hope to see you once we're at Hogwarts?
Harry.
Draco stared at the letter for several minutes, then reread it two more times. Potter didn't know what he had done wrong? He was so stupid, so Gryffindor! Merlin, his ex-boyfriend was dense. Draco was definitely going to talk to Potter once they went back to school, if for nothing else than to see Potter grovel at his feet, begging for forgiveness.
The blonde turned to the parcel that had come with the letter. He hadn't spoken a word to his parents since the arrival of Hedwig, but he could feel their observing eyes following his every move. Slowly he unwrapped the small square-shaped present, silver eyes widened at the object inside. Draco picked up the ring, it was a plain silver hoop with a small emerald encrusted in the band. He tried it on to find it magically resizing itself to fit his ring finger. Draco was about to throw the box away, when a note caught his sight.
Draco,
If you decide to keep the ring, know that it is spelled with several protective charms. I thought it would both suit you and keep you safe, now that You-Know-Who's band of merry men know about us. I doubt that they will stop trying to hurt you for fraternizing with the enemy. So it will protect you, should someone try to ambush you. The ring will give you enough time to either get your wand or get to safety.
Harry.
Draco stared at the ring on his finger, then he shrugged mentally, it wouldn't hurt to keep the ring.
