Tiger & Dragon
By loverstouch
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling. The story is based on Rowling's work, but the plot of 'Tiger & Dragon' comes from my own sick brain.
Summary: In the summer after his fifth year Harry is taken from the Dursleys to live with the Malfoys. The next day the Daily Prophet's headline read 'Boy Who Lived Died In Death Eater Attack' …
Rating: PG-13 for now
This is my first "Slash" fanfiction and the first fic I have published at all, so please go easy on me.
The story begins in the summer after Harry's fifth year, which means yes; it is post OoTP, but has nothing to do with HBP.
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I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.
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Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 2 - Malfoy Castle
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When Harry next opened his eyes, he was standing in the entrance hall of what seemed to be an old, gigantic building. He took a few steps forward to have a better look. The hall was like every other entrance hall might be, with a lot of doors to several other rooms, and a staircase which lead to the upper floor; everything, of course, richly decorated. But besides at Hogwarts, Harry had never seen such a big hall: and compared to Hogwarts, this entrance hall was just…
"Wow!"
"Welcome to Malfoy Castle," Draco announced proudly.
"Malfoy Castle?" Harry looked puzzled to Draco. "I thought you lived in 'Malfoy Manor'. I've never heard anyone refer to it as a castle."
"That's because there are not many people who know about my castle."
"Your castle?"
"Yes; it's my inheritance - from my Grandfather," Draco added, with a slightly sad expression on his face; which Harry wasn't aware of, because he had turned to Mr. Malfoy.
"Then is the Manor…?"
"Mine. Right. So, now that we've settled that, could we please move on?" the elder Malfoy demanded, annoyed.
"Of course, father. Go on. I will see where those damn house-elves are."
"Do that." Mr. Malfoy then turned to Harry. "There are some rules in this house that you should know about, Mr. Potter." Harry just nodded, and Mr. Malfoy went on. "First: no one is to know where Malfoy Castle is located. Second: none of what is spoken in here is to be told to outsiders. And third: you have access to almost every room in this castle, but some, like my study and my private rooms, are out of bounds until I ask you to come there."
'Why would he do that?' Harry wondered. He doubted that Mr. Malfoy would ever ask him to come to his private rooms. When it hit him that Mr. Malfoy had meant his study, Harry's cheeks coloured slightly. 'How could I have ever thought he would invite me to his private rooms?'
"But you will never, ever, go to the ancestor room without either Draco or me." Harry opened his mouth to question this rule, but Mr. Malfoy cut him of. "You will know in time what this room is about, but now…" He pointed to the door at the far right where Draco appeared, followed by two house-elves who were obviously talking insistently to Draco, who was shaking his head while covering his ears.
"And then there was this big, big dog and me can't-"
"No, no, it wasn't a dog; it was a spider, a very big spider-"
"And me could not go in there."
"It wanted to eat me."
"It-"
"Enough!" Mr. Malfoy bellowed. The two house-elves winced, and eyed him fearfully.
"Thanks, Father. I don't know why they don't listen to what I say. That's all this Kreacher's fault. Since he-"
"Kreacher?" Harry asked angrily.
"Do you know him?"
"Is he here?" Harry asked, ignoring Draco's question.
"He was, but he wouldn't listen to me, so I let him go."
"You gave him clothes?" Harry asked frantically.
"Rule number four," Mr. Malfoy threw in all of a sudden, "no clothes for the house-elves."
"Believe me; if I could, I would rip all the clothes off that little piece of scum, along with his skin, after I'd strangled him to death." Harry's glare left no doubt that every word spoken came from the depths of his heart.
"But he isn't free," Draco explained. "I gave him to Aunt Bellatrix. She is the only one for whom he has respect, being the only real Black still alive."
"You gave him to Lestrange?" Harry asked, appalled.
"Not without a very strong memory charm." Draco smirked. "He didn't even remember anything happening since before last summer."
"You know-?"
"Yes, we know about the order," Mr. Malfoy cut in. "But that is not a subject we will be discussing right now. It is late, and tomorrow will be a hard day for all of us." Then he turned to the two house elves who were still standing behind Draco. "Is Mr Potter's room ready?"
"N-no, Master Malfoy, sir."
"Why is that?" he asked angrily.
"Obviously, father, there is a bogart in the room, and those two are two afraid to go in there any time soon. I will take care of that later."
"In the meantime, you two will arrange the guestroom in the master wing." The two house-elves vanished with a pop!
Then Draco turned to Harry. "It's possibly for the best if you stay near my rooms. So you can come to me if there is any problem."
"Okay." Harry said, missing the knowing look Mr. Malfoy gave his son.
Draco just smirked and led Harry up the stairs to his room. "I will show you around the Castle sometime tomorrow. You'll have everything you need in your room, and if there should be any problems, my room is at the end of the hall. Feel free to come in whenever you need something," Draco explained, before he opened the door to the guestroom.
When Harry walked in the room, he was only slightly aware of two little shrieks followed by two pops, indicating that the house-elves had vanished, because he was gazing in admiration at what he saw.
The room was huge. It had two big windows on either side of a four poster bed opposite the door, which was twice the size of Harry's bed at Hogwarts. There was also a glass door which, Harry assumed, lead to a balcony. On the right side of the room there were two leather armchairs and a small glass table in front of a small fireplace. On the left side there was a big cupboard with mirrored doors, a bookshelf with several books, and a desk full of writing utensils. Also on the left side, between the cupboard and the bookshelf, there was a door leading to the bathroom, which was amazing. The bathroom was decorated in different sea blue colours, and there was both a bathtub and a shower, both big enough for two people. Harry loved this place.
Draco waited at the door, watching Harry examining the room, and beaming like a small child on Christmas morning. A smile spread across his face at the thought that it was his doing that made Harry react like this.
When Harry exited the bathroom, he was surprised to see Draco still in the room.
"Oh, you're still here." He smiled gently. "Sorry I let you wait. It's just-"
"No, don't apologize." Draco smiled back, and walked up to Harry. "So you like it?"
"Like it?" Harry asked in disbelief. "No." Draco's smile faded at the stern look Harry gave him. He was confused about his sudden change of emotion. But then the raven haired boy broke out in a big grin and Draco let out a sigh of relief. "I love it. It's amazing. It is the greatest room I've ever seen."
"You haven't seen my room, yet." Draco smiled widely. But his smile faded once again, when he saw that Harry's expression clouded.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why are you doing this for me? I- I thought you hated me?"
"I don't."
"Then why-"
"Listen, it's late. Let's talk in the morning. If you need anything, call for Timky or Dimply. Goodnight." Without waiting for a response, Draco left the room. Harry shrugged, not knowing what to think about Draco's odd behaviour, and went to bed.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?