Hey all and welcome to the third chapter of Slytherin Savior.
This story details the life of Harry Potter should Lucius Malfoy have gained costody of him. It beging a few months before first year and will later skip to sixth year.
I'd like to thank Laura again for her Beta'ring. She is a miricale worker!
I am extremly worried about posting this chapter. This is were the story begins in 6th year, and im worried how people will react. Please remember that the first 2 chapters were just an introduction.
Thanks to all my reviewers! - Too many to thank
Rock and Sarcasm - Draco and Harry are about 10 or 11 in the first two chapters.
Disclaimed: Despite what you may think, i DO own Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, i keep them locked up in my dungeon where i often have my wicked way with them, though most of the time i prefer to watch them at it. Ok, so im lying.
This is a Slash fic and will contain sex scense, though the first one isnt until chapter 3. They are tasteful, but are also graphical.
Harry Potter – The Slytherin Savior
CHAPTER THREE
LOVE
Harry let out an exhausted moan as he rolled over onto his side in his large queen sized bed deep within the dark depths of the Hogwarts Dungeons. The first thing his eye caught from this new position was the form of his best friend and room mate, sleeping peacefully, in his own four-poster bed not five feet away from him.
Draco.
The sight caused Harry too smile sadly. Being in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he and Draco had now been friends for over five years. Since Lucius had 'rescued' him from the Dursley's, brought him to live at Malfoy Manor and introduced him to Draco, the two had been joined at the hip, almost literally.
At the begging of first year, when the sorting hat had exclaimed 'SLYTHERIN' as soon as it was placed on the blondes head Harry had begun to panic. He feared that he would be separated from his first true friend.
That thought had quickly been erased when he too was placed in the snake den. Ever since that day the two had grown to be closer then ever.
Slytherin's occupied two bedded room's, so instantly he and Draco had moved in together. He remembered his time at the Manor, his home. Since the first night there he and Draco had shared a bed. It took Harry week's to get over his fear of being alone in such a big room, but even when he had conquered it he still found it more peaceful bunking with the blonde.
Lucius and Narcy found it totally normal, even after two years, but after they had returned home for the summer before third year they had mutually decided that they were getting to old to be sleeping together.
The agreement had lasted one night before they had caught each other in the hallway, attempting to sneak into the others room. Ever since then, while at the manor, they took turns sharing a room.
Whilst at school, on the other hand, they had tried to stick to their own beds. Their first night sharing was three day's into first year. Both feeling a bit home sick, it had gotten too much for them and they found comfort in each other. The next two week's they had shared a bed, until one embarrassing morning when Uncle Sev, or more commonly known to the other students as Professor Snape, resident potion's master and greasy-git-extraordinaire, had burst into their room to scold them on sleeping in late.
Severus had of course known about their bed sharing tendencies but had warned them of other students reactions should one of them stumble upon their secret. Needless to say they had spent that weekend researching and practicing locking charms, though they did stick too their own bed's as often as possible.
It became common after a few weeks of school for the teachers and students to know that one boy wouldn't be seen with out the other. They had other friends of course, but they were mutual. Like Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. That was their group, their circle. Pansy and Blaise had been together for almost two years now, which was good considering they had been arranged to be married since birth. Greg and Vincent on the other hand were just mindless automatons, though what they lacked in brains they made up in size.
It must have been no earlier then four in the morning, Harry gathered, but he still couldn't find sleep. He was worried about the upcoming Yule ball. He knew who he wanted to ask, he just didn't have the nerve.
Neither him nor Draco had dated or even showed any interest in anyone at school since they had attended. Some people might have called it strange, two hormone filled sixteen year olds still single. Both of them were the most sort after guy's in Hogwarts, yet no one stood a chance, neither of them were interested in a relationship with anyone. Well almost neither of them.
Harry had first felt it during the summer of fourth year. The squirming in his stomach whenever he had watched Draco do something cute or sexy. It had started off with a shy smile and batted eye lids as he had pleaded Harry for his last Chocolate Frog, one of Draco's few addictions. It was a fleeting second where Harry had remained silent wondering what this feeling was, in the end he had just shrugged it off.
Then it happened again and again.
Next it was during potions at the beginning of fifth year. Draco had noticed that Harry was stirring the potion the wrong way and had quickly corrected him by placing his hand on Harry's and shifting his movement. Harry, marveling at the tingling sensation crawling up his arm, had lost concentration on the potion and blew up the cauldron. Then he began to notice the way he talked, walked, laughed and just generally acted like him self.
Then the dreams started. Oh how he didn't want to think about them.
Pansy had noticed it. She was the first to corner Harry and ask how he felt. After denying it for all of a minute he instantly broke down and told her every thing, every last detail, including the six years of bed sharing. Her conclusion, Love, and Pansy, being the girl she is, had found it romantic. She had ooh'd and ahh'd as any self respecting girl would have.
Then came the innuendo's. It was the knowing smile she would give him every time she caught him staring at Draco's behind when he tied his laces, or the playful wink every time they announced they were off to bed.
After that came the advice. She would drag him up to his room and almost convince him Draco felt the same, urge him to approach the other boy about his feelings, admit he wanted him.
A small moan from the bed next to him broke Harry out of his thoughts.
Draco.
Draco suffered night terror's. According to Narcy he had suffered them since the age of five. The medi-witch at the time had assured them that it was nothing to do with a child's up bringing, it was just something that some children suffered with and that he would grow out of it eventually. Though a wizards night terrors were dangerous.
Lucius had told Harry about one time when Draco was six, he and Narcy had rushed to Draco's room when they were awoken by an ear piercing scream. The scene that met them was utter chaos. Draco was standing, pajama clad, on his bed, eyes screwed shut, screaming his lungs out as any moveable object in his room whirled around him at breakneck speeds. A quick spell from Lucius had rendered young Draco unconscious and every item came to a crashing halt. Draco hadn't remembered a thing the next morning.
The night terrors were another reason for their bed sharing, for since Harry had arrived Draco only got them when Harry was not with him and those were instantly halted when Harry would crawl up next to him.
Harry slipped out of his bed when he noticed that Draco was becoming slightly restless. It never usually got worse then this. Harry was a light sleeper and the second Draco would stir he would be beside him in an instant.
He pulled back Draco's comforter and slid easily between the silk sheets and almost immediately Draco curled up into Harry's side. Harry enjoyed this, the closeness. They always woke up like this and it was never awkward, it was routine.
He studied Draco's pale features, illuminated by the moon shining through the enchanted window above them. Draco really was a breathtaking sight. Platinum blonde hair resting just above his shoulders, the small cute button nose, full pink lips, the mercury grey eyes Harry knew where hiding behind closed eye lids, and soft unblemished skin. Well, almost unblemished. A small, unnoticeable, unless-your-looking, scar split Draco's left manicured eyebrow. The scar made Harry furious.
Flashback
The sorting was over, the feast just ended and the entire group of Slytherin's were heading out of the Great Hall to the Slytherin Dungeons.
Harry couldn't have been more excited to be at Hogwarts with Draco as well as in the same house. He was a little nervous at first, people had kept staring at him and pointing to his scar while whispering to their neighbor. Lucius had warned him to ignore this behavior and Harry was congratulating himself for doing just that.
He and Draco were at the back of the group when they entered the Entrance Hall, being the last two Slytherin's to leave the table, when Harry suddenly felt a foot trip him and found him self face first on the floor.
Laughter rang out behind him as he moaned and accepted Draco's hand to pull himself up.
"Awe look they're holding hands." Some one mocked from the entrance of the Great Hall. "Gonna kiss it better Malfoy?"
"No need to ask who you are." Draco said eying the group of Gryffindor's Harry had just spotted behind them. "Father told me all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford, disgrace." He spat.
Harry counted three Weasley's at Draco's description. He too had been warned by Lucius about associating with the Weasley family, not only were they poor but they also seemed to hold blatant disregard for Wizardry honor.
"Who are you calling a disgrace?" The youngest red head exclaimed. Ron, if Harry remembered right. "Bunch of dark wizards you Malfoy's are." He finished as the rest of the Gryffindor's nodded their agreement's.
"And now Potter's wiv em." Came a thick Irish accent some were in the group, Finnigan.
"Yeah," Agreed one of the older Weasley's, a twin, "Wanna watch it Potter, was the likes of his dad that got your mother and father killed." He finished with a nod at Draco's direction.
Harry of course knew that to be a lie. Lucius and Dumbledore had explained to him the events of that night. How Lucius had been a spy for Dumbledore and gone to warn him over the attack on the Potter's, but while he was gone Voldemort had moved the attack ahead of schedule.
At the comment on his father, Draco, ever the quick to temper, stormed up to the twin and had, despite the size difference, grabbed him buy the front of the robes and slammed him up against the wall before anyone could even react.
"Say that again, Weasel." Draco hissed between clenched teeth as his fingers tightened around the red head twin's neck.
A quick shout of 'Expelliamus' followed by a blinding red light had flown out of the wand of the other twin and hit Draco square in the side, sending him flying head first into a stone statue near the entry to the dungeons.
Snape had walked out into the Entrance Hall at that time and the band off Gryffindor's had hurriedly scampered off into the other direction, though not before receiving punishment.
End Flashback
Draco, luckily, had not lost consciousness that night and only suffered a small gash above his eye where he had hit the statute. Madame Pomfery, the school nurse, had told him that it would scar.
Harry traced the delicate scar with a lightly tanned index finger. He hated the scar for how it had been caused, though he loved it because it was apart of Draco. He loved everything about the slightly smaller boy. The delicate lips he longed to kiss, the pale hands he so desperately wanted to feel on his body, the silk blonde hair he wanted to run his hands through.
Draco.
The blonde now had his head resting on Harry's chest, like a lover would after a night of passion. One pale hand rested on his silk pajama covered stomach while the other lightly gripped to his shoulder. Harry intern held Draco close to him, keeping him safe, happy, loved.
The Malfoy's had been wonderful to Harry over the years. Gave him everything he wanted. Clothes, toy's, books, Quidditch supplies and anything else he had desired, including a loving family. Lucius worked often, so he was not seen much during the holidays but when he was it was a welcomed sight. Narcy on the other hand spoiled the boy's rotten. She took them everywhere, bought them everything and generally acted the loving mother, and that's what Harry thought of her. For Lucius and Narcy were his parents, in a sense of the word, and they treated him like their own. Though there was one thing they couldn't give him.
Draco.
It sucked being in love.
"Ask him." Pansy urged for the fourth time that hour as she read the latest 'Witch Weekly'.
"No." Harry replied stubbornly.
They had been having the same conversation all morning. Draco was sitting in front of the common room fire playing chess with Blaise and he and Pansy were sat in the corner watching from a distance. After being fed up with his puppy dog eyes and longing look's Pansy had begun to push again.
"Why?" She whined, closing her magazine, obviously fed up with the raven heads stubbornness.
"What if he says no?" Harry sighed.
"He won't." Pansy replied defiantly.
"Well what is he does say no?" Harry asked worriedly. "What if he thinks I'm hitting on him and doesn't want to talk to me any more?"
"But you are trying to hit on him." Pansy said exasperatedly. "Sorry, sorry." She finished noticing Harry's angry glare.
"Look," She continued, "No matter what, I highly doubt he would stop talking to you. Your like a team or something, completely and utterly inseparable."
"But still." He said throwing a nervous glance to the two at the fire. Draco had just won the round and started to do his 'happy dance'. The common room was completely empty at this time on a Sunday morning, there was no way Draco would do that particular dance if it wasn't.
"Stop drooling." Pansy ordered as she noticed her friends dazed look.
"But look at him." Harry whined. "He's so cute."
"If you say so." The blonde replied, she only had eyes for Blaise.
"He is." Harry said dreamily. "The way his nose scrunches up when he's thinking, and the way he does that thing with his mouth, and then he does that dance when he's really happy."
"Oh my god." Pansy exclaimed in disgust. "Your like a love sick Hufflepuff!"
"Am not." Harry said grumpily.
"Are too."
"Am NOT!"
"Listen." Pansy growled. "Either you ask him to go to the Ball or I will ask him for you."
"You wouldn't." Harry cried out in shock.
"Oh I would." Pansy challenged. "Look, just say that cause neither of you have a date that you thought you should go together, you can tag along with Blaise and I."
"Really?" He asked hopefully. "You think he would fall for it?"
"More than likely." Pansy shrugged. "But if you don't do it, then I will."
"Ok, ok." Harry cried in defeat. "When?"
"Now."
"NOW?" Harry shouted.
"Hey guy's what's up?" Blaise asked as he kissed his girlfriend briefly on the cheek.
The arrival of the two to his and Pansy's side of the room had shocked Harry into quietness and he quickly hid his blush when he noticed Draco send him a smile as he sat down.
"Yeah, what's with the yelling?" Draco inquired. "You can usually hold off hours before yelling at her Harry."
"Harry wants to ask you something Draco." Pansy said with a commanding look at Harry.
"It's nothing important." Harry assured as he glared back at Pansy. "I'll ask you later."
"Chicken." Pansy mumbled quickly covering it with a cough.
"Your pathetic Pansy." Harry sighed.
"I'm pathetic?" Pansy asked with a raised eye brow and a knowing look.
"Yes." Harry said with a pout as he folded his arms and sunk back into his chair.
"Three days Harry." Pansy said warningly. "That's all you have until I move onto Plan B."
"Plan B?" Blaise asked with a frown as he watched the verbal ping pong. "What's goin on guy's?"
"Nothing love." Pansy exclaimed overly cheerful.
"What's up Harry?" Draco asked watching his friends sullen look.
"Nothing." Harry mumbled to the floor. "Look are we going to Hogsmede today or not?" He asked the group.
"Yeah!" Draco exclaimed excitedly. "I need more chocolate frog's. Come on Harry." He proclaimed as he grabbed his friends hand and proceeded to drag him out of the common room.
All Pansy could do was sigh.
"Two day's." Pansy warned over breakfast Monday morning.
"I know." Harry complained gloomily.
He had tried to ask Draco yesterday, he really had. First in the Three Broom Stick's when they had begun discussing the ball, then Madame Rosemerta just had to interrupt, asking them for their orders, effectively halting all Yule-time conversation.
Then he had tried whist in Madame Malkins newly opened Hosgmede branch. They had been buying new robes, nothing special, just for the sake of spending money. He had seen a really nice and expensive cloak that would have made Draco look absolutely stunning, he had just handed it to the blonde and as was about to suggest wearing it to the ball when Pansy had come bounding over with something for Harry to try on, unintentionally interrupting the conversation, oh how he wanted to kill her at that moment.
The last attempt was on the way back from Hogsmede. The four of them had begun talking about the ball again and Harry had just worked up enough courage to ask the blonde when Weasley had interrupted. Granger had rumored to have spent a solid hour after the confrontation trying to chase the newly transfigured rodent around the school before catching him.
"Do you know when your going to do it?" Pansy asked over the clatter of silverware as she wiped her mouth elegantly with her napkin.
"Today." Harry replied determinedly.
"Well you better hurry." Pansy responded as she rose from the table. "It's only a week away, somebody else might beat you to it."
"What?" Harry shouted in shock. "What have you heard?"
"Calm down Harry." Pansy whispered as Draco and Blaise followed them out of the Great Hall towards potion's. "Every one in the school is too scared to ask him."
"Scared?" He asked in confusion. "Why would they be scared?"
"Because of you." Pansy sighed. "There afraid you will hex them for trying to take your man."
"WHAT?" Harry shouted loudly. "Sorry, what?" He asked again in a whisper as he noticed Draco and Blaise's perplexed look's.
"People notice thing's Harry." Pansy said softly. "Even the Hufflepuff's noticed your smitten over him. No one would dare incur the wraith of the boy-who-lived."
"Shit." Harry mumbled as he opened the door to the Potion's lab. "Is it that obvious?"
"To everyone but Draco." Pansy sighed with a look back towards the blonde. "I think he does notice it though but berates him self for being to hopeful." She finished with a frown.
"Why would he be hopeful that I'm fawning over him?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as he sat down in his seat and leaned over the desk to continue his whispered conversation with Pansy who now sat in front of him. Draco and Blaise were too wrapped up in their own discussion to notice.
"Harry." She whispered with a side long glance at the blonde next to him. "Draco wants you as bad, if not more, than you want him."
"What? How would you know?" Harry asked with a longing look at the blonde boy.
"I just do Harry." Pansy said with a smile. "Trust me. No two people can spend as much time together as you two do without developing feeling's."
Harry just sighed and shook his head as he lent back into his seat. If only she was right.
"Quiet down class." Came the drawling voice of the Potions Professor as he waltzed into the room. Harry idly wondered when it had filled up around him. "Today's lesson will be completely theory. No talking is required as you write down your notes. Next lesson we will begin the potion. Now get to work." Snape finished and with a wave of his wand the long list of ingredients, properties and instructions appeared on the board behind him.
"Draco," Harry whispered once every one in the room had begun scribbling down the note's. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure Harry." The blonde whispered back as he glanced up to the board and continued writing.
Harry took a look at the blonde as he bent over his parchment and let out a slow breath. His heart was beating faster then a rampaging Hippogriff.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me next week?" Harry asked quietly as he returned his head back down to the parchment with his own notes on it, willing his hand to stop shaking.
"Sure." Came the almost immediate response.
"Really?" Harry asked loud enough from the whole room to hear and stop writing.
"Mr. Potter." Snape drawled. "I believe I said no talking."
"Sorry unc…Um Professor." Harry said cautiously, Sev hated it when he or Draco called him Uncle.
"Yes really." Whispered Draco once all the other students had returned to their work. "I was going to ask you myself later."
"You were?" Harry almost shouted causing the others in the room to once again turn to him. "Umm…… Sorry?" Harry said with a shrug to the Potions Master.
"Yes." Draco hissed once the class had again settled down. "And keep your voice down, you'll get us detention."
"Sorry." Harry replied sheepishly, though he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"He said yes?" Pansy squealed in delight at the end of the day. They had gone up to his and Draco's room to talk while Draco and Blaise began another game of chess down in the common room. They had done this often, both he and Draco, Pansy was the mother of the group, everyone went to her for advice.
"Yes." Harry replied with the same grin he had been wearing all day.
"Harry that's wonderful." Pansy replied with a hug but frowned when she noticed his shocked expression after she had pulled away. "Harry, what's wrong?" She asked worriedly.
"Oh no." Harry moaned into his hand's. "What have I done?"
"Harry? What do you mean? Come on your scaring me." Pansy demanded fearfully.
"I asked Draco to the ball." Harry said franticly. "Pansy! I asked him to the ball!" He almost finished in a yell.
"I know you did honey." Pansy tried to sooth. "What's wrong?"
"I asked him as a date!" He shouted hysterically. "Not only that, I have a monster crush on him! I don't even know if he's gay! What if I try to kiss him! I'll ruin everything." He ended in a sob as a few stray tears fell down his cheek.
"Harry, Harry." Pansy soothed quietly as she pulled the boy into her lap and wrapped her arms around him. "Draco agreed to go with you, he even said he wanted to ask you, there's nothing to worry about. And you and I both know Draco's as bent as a bronze knut."
"What?" Harry asked as he pulled away from the blonde girl wiping his eye's. "Draco's gay?"
"Yes." Pansy laughed frantically. "Don't tell me you didn't notice."
"Well, no." Harry muttered in confusion. "What makes you say that?"
"God Harry!" Pansy exclaimed. "You've lived with Draco for six years! He has to be the biggest flamer ever!"
"What?" Harry asked dubiously. "By the way, I resent the flamer remark."
"Sorry," Pansy waved him off. "But I mean come one Harry. Draco has a bigger wardrobe than you, Blaise and I combined. He spends an hour combing his hair, he sleeps in the arm's of another boy every other night, and that 'Happy Dance' he does? If that doesn't scream gay then I don't know what does."
"You think?" Harry asked skeptically. "I've never noticed."
"Harry, even Greg and Vince noticed." Pansy sighedwith a shake of her head. "Your just too busy staring at his ass."
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed with a blush. "It's not always about his ass."
"I know babe." Pansy smiled earning her a poked tongue.
"You guys finished in their?" Draco's voice came suddenly through the door. Whenever one of them required Pansy's counseling the other would always announce there arrival before entering, it was courtesy.
"Come in sweetie!" Pansy shouted with a playful smile at Harry.
"Blaise is waiting for you." Draco informed Pansy when he entered the room.
"Thanks." Pansy replied. "Get some sleep." She told Harry after kissing him lightly on the forehead before leaving.
"You alright Harry?" Draco asked the raven haired boy sat on the bed after noticing the faint tear tracks down his left cheek.
"Yeah." Harry smiled cheerfully at the blonde.
"OK." Draco replied with his own smile. "I'm gonna have a shower before bed."
At Harry's nod Draco grabbed his pajama's and went through the bathroom door off the side of the bedroom.
Harry himself changed into his own green silk night clothes and slid into bed, listening to the faint patter of water coming from the shower in the next room, trying not to get too jealous at the soap Draco would now be holding.
After a while he heard the water shut off and a few minutes later Draco slipped into the room and extinguished the lights with a wave of his wand.
A light pressure tipped his matters and he felt the quilt being pulled back as Draco slipped in beside him.
"You don't mind?" Draco asked in a whisper once he had gotten himself comfortable next to Harry.
"Course not." Harry replied with a smile.
"Night Harry." Draco yawned as he curled up beside the green-eyed boy.
"Night Draco." Harry whispered into the dark.
Yes, he was definitely in love.
Well yeah, hope it was ok...