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Chapter 13
Their first Hogsmeade weekend had come. All the students had made their way down to turn in their permission slips to Professor McGonagall. Lucius had signed Harry's for him; being that he was his Godfather he could, although no one knew that little piece of information. When she looked at the signature she scowled.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter but I don't believe that Lucius Malfoy is your guardian, I'm afraid you'll have to remain here." She said calmly.
Harry scowled angrily, "I've been staying with him for the past two summers, I don't even see my aunt and uncle, he should be able to sign for me." Harry said calmly, only his eyes betraying his anger.
Draco didn't look pleased either, "I'm sorry Mr. Potter but rules are rules." She said.
Angrily he turned on his heals and went down to the dungeons, not about to argue with her anymore. Draco stopped him before he could get very far, "Love, I'll talk to my father about this then come right back. Alright?" Harry nodded and Draco stroked his hair back from his face, "Love you." He whispered, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before anyone could notice and went back with the others. Harry continued down to the dungeons, flopping down on the couch.
Draco immediately went to the Three Broomsticks to meet his father, hoping he would already be there, he wasn't disappointed. Lucius sat sipping at a drink, his legs crossed in front of him. He looked up when his son approached, a scowl on his face at seeing him come alone.
"Where's Harry?" He asked calmly, taking another drink.
"McGonagall wouldn't let him come because his guardian didn't sign his form." Draco replied calmly.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "You mean those Muggles?" Draco nodded, "I see." He didn't sound pleased in the least, "I will have to do something about this then." He sighed and pulled out a small, square box, "This is for you, keep it near you at all times."
Slowly Draco opened it, it was a perfect emerald. Draco blinked, "What's it for?"
"Just keep it with you. You'll understand why in time."
He sighed, "Yes father. Is there anything else? I want to get back to Harry."
"No, that's all." He smiled slightly, almost maliciously, "I'll see to it that Harry is able to come, if not this year then next year. I'm sure that fool Dumbledore had something to do with it."
Draco nodded, "Thank you father." He said, putting the jewel in his pocket and walking back to school.
Harry was lying sprawled out over the couch when Draco walked into the common room, plopping down gracefully on his stomach. Harry let out a grunt, "Get off me." He said rolling his eyes.
Draco chuckled, "Well hello to you too." He said, standing up and looking down at him.
Harry smiled up at him and sat up, giving Draco room to sit beside him. Once Draco was settled, Harry laid back down, his head resting in Draco's lap. Absently Draco began to play with his hair, carding his fingers through it. No words passed between them, they just enjoyed each other's company. Harry didn't ask what had gone on with his father, if Draco wanted him to know then he would tell him. A low, almost purr, escaped his lips at the feel of Draco's fingers going through his hair. He loved the way his touch felt and was soon asleep.
Care of Magical Creatures the next day was very eventful. Hagrid had brought a Hippogriff. The large beast was in a pen, watching the students with interest. Its large head was cocked to the side. Draco and Harry looked at it wearily, unsure of what to think of this. They were dangerous creatures and shouldn't be at a school.
"What does he think he's doing? Keeping creatures like that here?" Draco asked, looking at Harry.
"I have no bloody clue. Let's wait and see what happens."
Hagrid began into a speech about the proper way to greet a Hippogriff. You had to be polite and bow to them, wait for them to accept you before approaching. While he was speaking Weasley closed the distance between Harry and Draco to whisper to them.
"I bet you're to chicken to do it." He hissed, "I bet you can't go up to that Hippogriff."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "Oh? You really think that?" He hissed, just wait and see." Soon after he spoke, Hagrid asked for volunteers.
Harry stepped forward and approached the large creature, bowing to it deeply and without fear. After a few moments it bowed, giving Harry permission to approach. With a smirk he walked forward and gently touched the creature. Draco chuckled at the look on Weasley's face; he was shocked that Harry had actually been able to do it.
Draco stepped forward and bowed deeply to it as well. When it bowed in return Draco joined Harry in stroking the plumage. After a minute they stepped back, smirking at Weasley. He narrowed his eyes and strode forward, ignoring Hagrid's instructions on how to approach the large Hippogriff. Obviously it wasn't appreciative of Weasley's infringement on its personal space. It immediately retaliated, clawing into Weasley's arm. He screamed and scrambled back, clutching his arm. Harry and Draco laughed, watching him cry.
"It tried to kill me!" He wailed.
"Oh, stop complaining Weasley; it didn't try to kill you although Sirius Black will." Harry purred through his laughter.
Hagrid looked panicked while Granger took Weasley up to the infirmary. The lesson didn't continue after that. Harry and Draco made their way back to their common room, holding back their laughter.
"Can you be so stupid?" Draco asked, bursting into laughter and falling onto the couch, "I have to tell my father about this." He said as Harry fell on the couch beside him, laughing.
Harry laughed, "Did you see the look on his face? Poor little Weasley was crying." He teased only to laugh harder.
"I can't wait till my father hears about this; I want to see the expression on his face."
Harry smiled, "That was priceless."
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