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.


MyOriginalIntent: 'nods' Yeah, even Draco commented on himself acting like a girl.

Miriam Mrirund: Yup! All Danish, I am. 'grins'

GoddessMoonLady: 'ducks head' Yeah, it has been a long time. 'grins sheepishly'

And thanks to:

Iluvdanrad, Slash-Lover, Frodo Freak2, Ranma Higurashi, Messenger of Pretenders, potterluva, tomoya-542002, Pyrefly Deactivated.


Note: I am so, so, so sorry for taking this long. But here it is…finally, after a long HBP induced writer's block. rolls eyes However sadly I am finding myself out of inspiration for this fic, so I'm going to end it. No, I won't leave it unfinished. So to both end it and make up for the long wait. Here are the last three chapters of Dragon Chronicles. Bear with me if the events might seem rushed.
Dragon Chronicles

By Nuin

16. A Choice.

Draco rounded a corner, wand in hand and a scowl marring his face. He growled, when he entered the Great Hall and stormed over to the Slytherin House Table. Spotting Blaise and Pansy sitting together, whispering, snorting and laughing, Draco stalked past the other Slytherin students gazing at him in wonder. He stopped abruptly as he came to stand in front of the two Seventh Years. He glared murderously at them.

"Where is it?" Draco sneered.

Pansy blinked and smiled innocently. "Where is what?" She asked sweetly, too sweetly.

Draco's entire body tensed at the sweet voice combined with that smile. This was not good.

"You know what I mean, Parkinson." He said icily. "My journal. Where…Is…It?"

"I honestly have no idea, Dray." She waved him off and turned to Blaise. "Blaise? Have you seen Draco's diary?"

"Journal!" Draco angrily interrupted.

"Yes…yes, whatever, love." Pansy said offhandedly. "Well, have you?" She looked at Blaise.

"Why no, Pansy Darling, I haven't." The dark skinned Slytherin smirked. "Maybe Harry has seen it." Blaise took a bite of his butter covered toast. He swallowed and smiled innocently. "Come on, Dray, sit down, have some lunch." He offered and gestured to an empty seat next to himself.

Draco however had no intention of sitting down, not when he was presented with such a horrifying answer. Harry might have his journal…

'Oh, dear Salazar…' Draco thought faintly. This was just perfect, just great, more people who knew about his journal. More people who were going to make fun of him having a journal. And knowing Harry, which Draco was pretty sure he did, if the Gryffindor did have his journal, he would probably share the information with his best friends, Weasel and Granger. The blonde snorted, then again Harry was the bloody epitome of Gryffindor fairness. He would surely keep his secrets, wouldn't he?

Draco groaned, Harry was also part Slytherin…

He suddenly felt like hitting something.

"Ow! Draco, you hit me!" Blaise cried as he cradled his shoulder, where Draco had punched him. "Meanie." He mock-pouted.

"Shut up, Blaise." Draco sneered, his eyes flickered over to the Gryffindor House Table in search of his boyfriend. He noticed the tell-tale mop of orange-red hair and the bushy brown locks of Harry's best friends, but no Harry. Draco frowned, where could he be?

Suddenly someone bumped into him. Finnigan. Draco turned his eyes once again to Blaise, who was now busy snogging his boyfriend, and Pansy. He got an idea. Grabbing Finnigan by the scruff of his shirt, Draco hauled his away from Blaise, he whirled the Gryffindor around and stared into the other's eyes.

"Finnigan, do you know where Potter is?" He ground out through his teeth.

Finnigan blinked confused. "Uh…in Gryffindor Tower I think."

"Good and the password is the same as yesterday, correct?" Draco inquired with a smirk.

The Gryffindor nodded.

"Excellent. One last question…did he have a leather-bound book with him?"

Finnigan scrunched his face up in thought, biting his lower lip, before lighting up in a relieved smile. "Yeah, he did."

"Good." Draco let go of him, in the process nearly dropping the stunned Gryffindor to the floor. He ignored Blaise's cry of anger at having 'manhandled' his boyfriend and stalked out of the Great Hall.


"What do you mean, you won't let me in!"

"Exactly what I said, the password is invalid."

"But-"

"No buts, young Slytherin. Without a password, I will not let you in."

"Bloody, stupid-"

"And insulting me will not further your case, you spiteful little brat!"

"Damn it!" Draco growled and cast a hateful look at the Fat Lady's painting. Stupid guardian painting! What was he going to do now? It was all Finnigan's fault, he had said that the password hadn't changed. And it was Blaise's and Pansy's fault for giving his journal to Harry. And Harry's fault for accepting it. Why did they do this to him? Did they want to drive him insane? That was it, wasn't it? Blaise and Pansy wanted to mess with his mind and drive him to complete lunacy.

Draco punched his fist against the cold, stone wall. He gasped in pain and drew his hand back immediately, cradling it against his chest. A sudden soft giggle from behind him caught his attention and he whirled around to find Ginevra Weasley standing there with a smirk on her face.

Scowling, Draco sneered at her. "What do you want, Weasley?"

She ignored his jibe and went past him to the Fat Lady. "I just want to get into my dorm, is that a problem?" She cocked an eyebrow.

Draco looked at her with wide eyes. She was going into the Gryffindor Tower! She could get him in! He scrambled to get to her side. Weasley looked up at him with amusement, then shook her head. He smiled innocently.

"You want to get in, I take it?" She smirked.

Draco snorted. "Of course, but that idiot painting you call your guardian won't let me in." He shot a glare at the unfazed Fat Lady. The painting just wrinkled her nose at him, set her mouth in a tight, straight line and looked at him with distaste.

Weasley rolled her eyes. "Cauda leonis."

The Fat Lady nodded curtly, obviously annoyed that Draco would get in after all. The painting swung open and let them pass through the portal to the Gryffindor Common Room. Once inside Draco didn't waste any time in looking for his boyfriend. He growled softly, when he didn't spot the dark haired Gryffindor anywhere in the common room. The dorms then.

Without sparing another thought on youngest of the Weasley brood, he stomped up the stairs leading to the boys' dorm rooms. As he ascended the stone cut staircase, he could hear the annoyed yell from downstairs.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, MALFOY!"

Draco sniggered quietly, let Weasley shout all she wanted, it wasn't as if he cared. Finally he arrived at the door to the Seventh Year Boys' Dorm. Without much further ado, he shoved open the heavy door and sauntered in, noticing Harry sitting on his bed…with a black leather-bound book in his lap.

The dark haired head jerked up in one swift motions and green eyes stared directly into his own. An embarrassed flush crept across the tanned skin and a small smile played on Harry's lips.

"Draco…Hi!…" The brunette greeted lamely, his voice trailing off to a mere whisper. "Umm…did you want something?"

Draco smirked and strolled over to Harry's bed. He leaned his upper body in over the mattress, his face close to that of his boyfriend and as he whispered, his breath ghosting over Harry's lips. The Gryffindor shivered.

"Yes…You could give me my…journal."

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Sorry." He murmured. "I couldn't help it."

"Why did you even start reading it, then?" Draco's gaze was cold.

"Blaise said it was book on Defence Against The Dark Arts. But when I began to read, I couldn't stop…" Harry shrugged, then looked up with a pout on his lips, but a playful smirk leering on the edges. "You really hate me?"

"Uh…what?" The blonde blinked.

"Well, you wrote that you hate me…three times in succession, the last one in capitals." Harry explained with a mischievous, yet reproachful tone.

"I…that was a long time ago."

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I know, Draco. I was just teasing."

"Whatever. Just give me my journal back." Draco held out his hand expectantly and was rewarded with Harry shoving the book into it. The blonde quickly shrunk it and stuffed the journal into his robe pocket. "Just so you know it, you're still on probation." Draco grumbled and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips.

"Oh?" Harry just grinned with amusement, while arching an eyebrow in challenge.

"Yeah, and to prove it…You won't get another snog session until…"

"Until what?"

"Until…I'll figure something out" Draco said determinedly. Though his mind was completely void of ideas as to what Harry had to prove. Though Harry beat him to it, he sighed and spoke in a low voice.

"Draco, I missed you a lot the month you refused to talk to me. But you know what I didn't miss? Being pushed around." Harry glared. "I really want to this to work between us. I like you a lot, but this is not working for me. I think we need another time out. This time I'm calling it." Harry looked at Draco sadly.

Draco spluttered. "What?"

"Just a time out, Draco."

"Fine." Draco growled, whirled around and stormed out of the dorm room.


Blaise looked incredulous. "You two broke up…again! You just got back together two weeks ago." He sighed, then stared intently at the blonde Slytherin. "You're not going to be one of those couples that keep breaking up and getting back together, are you?" Blaise turned to Pansy and swatted lightly at her, while whining. "Pansy, say something!"

The girl rolled her eyes at the flimsy punch, but did say something none the less. "Draco…"

'WHOOOOOOOOM'

"What was that?" Pansy yelled over the thundering noise pounding throughout the castle walls as she got up from the couch.

Complete silence reigned in the Slytherin Common Room, the loud sound of the explosion that had reverberated through the castle just seconds ago had them all stunned. Some of the younger students began to murmur amongst themselves with fear about what might have happened. Though most of the inhabitants kept their hands above their ears trying to get the nauseating ringing out of their eardrums.

Draco looked at Blaise and Pansy, questions flying around in his mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it shut with an audible click of his teeth. He opened it once again, though this time he was interrupted by the portal to the Slytherin Commons being hastily opened and Professor Snape stepping in. He looked shaken, but still managed to somewhat keep his composure.

For once he wasn't donned in his usual black attire, well it was still black, but no longer his simple teaching robes. Under the heavy, battle robe the professor wore, a pitch black body armour could be seen moulded to fit his upper body perfectly. A pair of dark leather pants clung to his legs and disappeared into a pair of dragon hide boots just below his knees.

Professor Snape moved in fluent strides to the centre of the common room. He gazed solemnly at the students gathered around him.

"I assume you are all wondering what is going on…" He spoke to silence the whispers. "Hogwarts is under siege from the Dark Lord…you all know what this means. It's time to chose sides."

"Professor! What do you mean, chose sides?" A spry and slender fifth year called out, Draco recognized the boy as a son of one of his father's 'business' associates. "I assume you're going to be on our Lord's side of course." He said haughtily.

Snape's eyes narrowed and his lips curled in a sneer. "Mr. Thornton, never assume to know the truth."

The boy huffed and stormed out of the common room with a muttered 'Traitor'.

Snape sighed and shook his head, then turned to the students again and stared at them seriously. "You all have a choice."