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:
Morsus: Don't worry, there won't any of those sappy things like OMG! I LOVE or OMG! I MISS, well there will be a bit of missing…mostly Draco missing having Harry's tongue down his throat. 'grins'
Slash-Lover: Ah, I get it now. Sorry…just me jumping to conclusions then. 'grins sheepishly'
Ms. Penny: Nope, I'm from Denmark and the English version of HBP comes out July 16th here, at least I hope it does…And weird reading about Christmas in the summer…I started this fic out with the beginning of September/October, wrote it during December. 'shrugs'
MyOriginalIntent: Oh, I know how much it hurts to be hit by snowballs, having engaged in several snowball fights myself…though I was smart enough to not get hit all that often.
GoddessMoonLady: 'shakes head with you' Yeah, well they wouldn't Harry and Draco without a bit of fighting.
The all mighty and powerfulM: 'nods' Boys will be boys. 'snickers'
I am Millie Ishtar Mouto: You're welcome
Ranma Higurashi: That's the Harry we all know and love. Dense, but cute.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
15. Probation?
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'SCRATCH…SCRATCH'
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'SPLOTCH'
"Damn it." Draco cursed as his self-inking quill splattered ink all over the now, not so blank page in his journal. He had tried for several moments to write with this new quill, one that he had received as a Christmas present, but no ink had come out. So Draco had none too patiently tried to shake it out to the tip resulting in the mess of flowing ink he was glaring at. It had even splotched ink all over his crisp, white and newly donned shirt. Draco growled.
The blonde rose from his seat at the ornate writing desk in his study at Malfoy Manor. He ventured through the doors adjoining the study to his bedroom and headed straight for his dressing room. Throwing off the ruined shirt - Draco hoped that the House Elves could repair the damage, the shirt was another gift from his parents this Christmas - he opened the doors to his closet and assessed his choices. Draco settled for a black silk shirt and hastily slipped it on.
He had a lunch date with his mother in Diagon Alley in an hour and he wanted to write at least something in his journal today. Draco was sure the lunching with his mother would turn into a shopping spree and when with Narcissa Malfoy, something like that could last hours.
Draco once again entered his study and practically fell into his chair. He slumped down upon the desk, the side of his head resting against the surface, his left arm slung above the top of his head and tapped his right hand index finger to the wood in a monotonous movement. Draco sighed as his eyes caught sight of the ring on his finger, the Christmas gift from Potter…Harry…Potter. The silver gleamed in the sunlight that sieved in through the grand windows.
Slowly Draco straightened up in the chair, grabbed the quill and tried to write with it again. This time it worked perfectly.
All right, so this bloody self-inking quill that Mother got me for Christmas has finally decided to do what it is supposed to do…write!
Now there is only a few days left to go before I return to Hogwarts for the last term of my education there. Merlin! I just realized, in less than six months I'll be a graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And then the 'real' world is looming over my head telling me to get on with it and get a prestigious job, preferably within the Ministry…or is that just my Father?
But going back to school also means that I have to see Potter again.
Shut up! I know his first name is Harry. But why should I call my ex-boyfriend that? We parted on less friendly terms.
Idiot book.
Why do I even bother?
'SLAM'
After a rather uneventful New Years Eve, the day before Draco returned to Hogwarts came along fairly quickly. By evening the House Elves had packed all of the belongings Draco wished to take with him back to school. Everything was packed and ready, his trunk lay waiting for the morning to come, to be shipped to the school.
So now having nothing else to do, Draco was sprawled over his bed absentmindedly twirling the silver ring on his finger. The numerous pillows which usually occupied the bed had been thrown about and lay haphazardly around the room.
Draco sighed and rolled over onto his back. He stretched his arms above his head before folding them together and using them as a pillow.
What was he going to do once he was back at Hogwarts? Potter had nearly begged for a moment to talk with him, in the one letter he had received on Christmas morning. Draco suddenly imagined a picture of Harry Potter on his knees in front of him, begging for forgiveness. He smirked, the position Harry was in could be used for other purposes other than just begging. Though the one he had in mind would probably be just as enjoyable as begging.
Draco stretched out and sighed. He wondered about tomorrow, how long would it take for Potter to find him?
The loud roar of the engine overpowered the goodbyes given by the families standing on platform 9 ¾. The bright red train hummed to life and signalled that it would soon leave the station. Students were practically hanging out of the windows from their compartments as they shouted their last goodbyes before the train took them off to Hogwarts. The platform was filled with parents, older and younger siblings waving at the leaving students.
Draco had already given his goodbye to his parents before they entered the platform and was now sitting comfortably in the plush seats of the compartment. He could feel the low rumbling of the train's engine and the lurch as the Hogwarts Express commenced into movement. Draco looked out the window, watching the platform and station slowly fade away and disappear behind a corner.
Only a few minutes after the gigantic mass of steel had left King's Cross went by, before the door to Draco's compartment flew open to reveal Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson standing in the doorway.
Draco raised an eyebrow in silent greeting and with a slight nod he ordered them to enter. Blaise was grinning as he dropped himself onto the seat opposite of Draco, Pansy followed shortly after, sitting down much more languidly and came to a rest against the soft cushioning.
"So." Draco said after a moment of silence, where they had just stared at each other waiting for one of them to start up a conversation. "Where is Dumb and Dumber?"
Pansy scrunched up her face in thought. "Well, I think I saw them pestering the Trolley Lady a few sections back."
"Already?" Draco asked amused. "I thought at least they would wait half-an-hour while eating what their mums had made them."
Blaise snorted, he was about to say something, when the compartment door banged open for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Draco looked at the intruder and nearly choked on the bonbon Pansy had offered him a while back. He rolled his eyes in exasperation, of course, was it just too much to ask that this would have happened after they arrived at the school. Draco sighed and shot a nasty glare, worthy of a Malfoy, at the trespasser.
"What do you want, Potter?" He ground out through his teeth, he really, really, really didn't want to see Potter right now. Draco was still in the denial phase of forgiving, as in he didn't want to forgive that oaf of a Gryffindor.
"To talk, Draco." Potter answered plainly, leaning against the side of the doorway. He looked pleadingly at Draco with those big green eyes of his and the blonde could nearly feel his resistance wane away. Damn that Gryffindork.
Draco sneered, he wasn't going to make this easy. He would at least get in a few cutthroat barbs against Potter and preferably some grovelling and begging from the dark haired teen. That would be nice. "Fine, Potter. Talk."
"Could we do this somewhere else?" Potter asked eyeing the two other Slytherins in the compartment.
"Hey, don't mind us." Blaise said casually. "We'd love a good show, right Pansy?"
A slow smirk crept across the girl's face. "Of course, it is going to be a while before we reach Hogwarts. Might as well spend it being entertained."
Draco rolled his eyes and rose from his seat. Grabbing Potter by the wrist he dragged the brunette out into the hallway and slammed the door shut. He gestured for them to move further down the train to avoid having Blaise and Pansy overhear them.
"Well?" Draco asked snidely as soon as he believed them to be far enough away. "What is it you want to talk about?"
Harry shuffled his feet nervously, then looked into Draco's eyes. "I want…I want to know what happened. An explanation for why you haven't talked to me in a month."
The blonde raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Are you that thick?" Draco growled. "Remember the last time we spoke? We were talking about why you were always sticking up for your Gryffindor friends and not me. And we talked about spending Christmas together. Though apparently you didn't want to spend it with people you don't like."
Potter blinked confusedly. "What? But I…didn't…I meant…your father…um…" He babbled nervously.
"Don't worry about it, Potter. We'll just leave it at that and go our separate ways." Draco brushed him off and turned to leave.
"NO!" Potter cried out and grabbed Draco by his wrist, hauling him against the brunette's chest.
"Potter, let me go!" Draco roared and proceeded to punch Potter squarely in the jaw, making the brunette loose his grip on the blonde and stumble a few steps back. But Potter got back on track fast enough to grab Draco again, before he could stalk off. For a second time Draco felt himself being pulled into a rough embrace by the brunette. This time though it didn't seem like Potter was going to let go of him so easily.
"No, Draco! I won't. I don't want to let you go." Potter pushed Draco against the wall with a low thump and pressed up against Draco's body to keep him there. "I like you too much to let you go. Please?"
Draco sighed in frustration, when he suddenly felt a pair of lips caressing his own in a soft and hesitant motion. Then there was a tongue tracing his lower lips in question, urgently pleading with him to part them. Against his better judgement Draco opened his mouth and let Potter's tongue slip in. A first hesitant brush of limbs caused Draco to gasp. Merlin, he had nearly forgotten how good it felt to have Potter pressed up against him, grinding their lower part of their bodies together.
At Draco's gasp Potter took the opportune moment to thoroughly explore every crevice of Draco's mouth that his tongue could reach. The blonde moaned loudly, not caring if anyone caught them snogging in public on the Hogwarts Express. He had missed this. Draco brought up his hands to grip onto Potter's clothes, glad that for once the brunette was wearing something Draco had picked out for him and not those horrid Muggle atrocities, which were big enough to fit a whale.
He pulled Potter closer and tilted his head to gain greater access to the other teen's mouth. Potter was eager to follow. But Draco drew back with a smirk at the frustrated expression on Potter's face. He leaned in to gently nibble on the kiss-bruised lips of the brunette. Then he drew away completely.
Draco put on a contemplative expression. "You're on probation, Potter. Maybe I'll let you do that again…just maybe."
Potter sighed, but extracted himself from Draco, though the brunette didn't let go of him. Potter's fingers wound about Draco's, stopping when they came in contact with the silver ring on Draco's finger.
"On your ring finger, Draco?" Potter looked amused. "That means you're mine now."
"Hey!" Draco protested, but was cut off with a short kiss. Fine Potter had kissed him again without his consent, Draco sighed. But Potter's probation would start directly after the brunette was done doing such wondrous things with his tongue…right after this came to an end, Potter would be on probation…
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…Potter's probation would start tomorrow.
