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: R

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.

I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.

Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 28 – the first match

Tiger woke to someone sucking on his neck. He moaned as this someone shifted until they were straddling him. He felt a prominent hardness press into him, and bucked up as his own member woke to greet its friend. Without opening his eyes, Tiger reached his hands out to his captor's arse to pull them even closer.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Draco said, as he pulled away from his boyfriend's neck and climbed off him. "Hurry up; we have a Quidditch match to win today. The others are already gone."

Growling, Tiger sat up and absentmindedly rubbed a hand over his now aching cock. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, as he watched the blond climb off the bed and open the curtains. He turned around and leaned over to whisper in Tiger's ear, licking the shell of it seductively.

"Because I can." He smirked at Tiger's pouting lips before he left the room for the showers.

Tiger grabbed his pillow and pressed it against his mouth as he let out a frustrated cry. Ever since their trip to Nice three weeks ago, Draco had started to tease Tiger in a way the dark haired boy himself loved to do. Over the last weeks it had become a contest of who got the other more frustrated. And at the moment, Tiger thought he would burst from unreleased tension.

"Didn't your little plaything let you have him?" A sneering voice startled Tiger. Groaning he put the pillow away and looked up at the intruder.

"Fuck off, Nott," he said, as he started to climb off the bed.

"Te, te." Nott scowled, and pushed Tiger back onto the bed." Aren't we a little bit too impolite?" He leaned down and pressed Tiger's hands to the mattress on either side of Tiger's head. "You know, I can help you with your little problem," he whispered in Tiger's ear, then looked down between them to indicate to Tiger what he meant.

"Thank you, but just being in your presence brought me off any kind of lust I had." Tiger joked defensively. Growling Nott pressed a hand down on Tiger's throat and leaned his head in close to him, his other hand now held both of Tiger's hands down.

"Listen here, you little whore. If I wanted to, I could snap your neck right now with one hand." He smirked triumphantly at the glimpse of fear in Tiger's eyes. "But I know something far better for you." He pressed a littler harder as Tiger tried to fight him off. Only when the dark haired boy's lack of air supply made him stop struggling did Nott loosen his grip. "Good boy." he taunted, and patted Tiger with his other hand on the cheek. "My father told me that our Lord has a special liking for tight young arses such as yours. I think I will tell him just how beautifully you scream when someone rams his cock up your dry hole." He reached between them and grabbed for Tiger's crotch, squeezing his member hard.

Just then Tiger grabbed for his last reserves, and with all his might, he pulled his knee up and rammed it full force in-between Nott's legs.

"Ah, you bastard," Nott cried out, and writhed in pain.

Tiger shoved him off of himself and scrambled to the head of the bed. He reached for his wand, but his hand was intercepted just a few inches away.

Nott was about to hit him with his other hand when Draco's voice came from the bathroom.

"Are you up yet?" he shouted. Tiger halted his defence and stared at the door, as if awaiting Draco to come out any second. Nott took the chance and grabbed his neck again.

"He won't come out just yet. I know your routine. He will call for you again, and warn you to not have fallen back asleep before he comes to get you; and you jump him the moment he arrives at the bed."

"Then you can imagine what he would do when he found you here." Tiger choked as he struggled against Nott. Just then, Draco called for the second time.

"Don't worry. I won't be here anymore when he arrives. And I know you won't tell him anything." He pressed once again hard down on Tiger's throat and leaned close to him. "You will pay for what you did to me," he promised, before he let go of Tiger and left the room.

Coughing, Tiger grabbed his wand and spoke a concealment charm on his throat before he turned on his side, his back to the door, pressed his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

"I warned you, Tiger Ryan." Draco's voice came from behind him, and Tiger stiffened as he felt a weight climb on the bed. He pressed his eyes shut and tried to even out his breath. "You've really fallen asleep," he blond whispered, and leaned down to press a kiss to Tiger's temple. "Wake up, sleeping beauty." He rolled Tiger on his back, and kissed him on the lips. Tiger's arms shot forward and pulled Draco in a tight embrace.

It took Draco a moment to realize what was happening. "Hey," he pulled far enough away to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Softly he stroked Tiger's cheek, and captured the straying tears.

"It's nothing," Tiger mumbled against his neck.

"It's not 'nothing'. You're crying." Draco stroked his hand through Tiger's black hair.

"It's stupid. It was just a stupid dream," he lied, and pulled away from Draco.

"Do you want to talk about it?" the blond asked.

"No, it's okay," Tiger said, and stood up. "I'll take a quick shower. Wait for me?"

"'Til the end of time," Draco said, smiling, and all of a sudden he had an armful of Tiger on him, and his lips captured in a searing kiss.

"Thank you." Tiger pulled away as if nothing had happened and went into the bathroom.

Draco looked after him in concern.

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While in the shower, Tiger thought about the last few weeks. He had spent the best weekend of his life in Nice with Draco, Lucius and Remus. The morning after Lucius and Remus' reunion, the four had shared a pleasant breakfast, and the two adults had told them about their relationship. Later, the foursome lay together on the beach, and Tiger and Draco watched the other two play like little children in the water and mused whether they would still be together when they were that old.

After they returned to Hogwarts, Tiger's life had constant ups and downs. His relationship with Draco didn't get more public than it had, which resulted in them still getting offers from various pupils. Pansy, especially, was in total denial about their relationship. Although she saw them laying together on the common room couch often enough, she wouldn't comprehend what that meant.

What annoyed Tiger the most, was Draco's way to interact with her. Sometimes when he thought Tiger wasn't looking, did he embrace Pansy in a more than friendly way. And once or twice did Tiger saw him coming out of the corridor leading to the girls' dormitory.

Maybe that was the reason why he wouldn't stop flirting with Seamus when the Irish Gryffindor approached him. He loved the way Draco got jealous, and would ravish him the moment they went to bed and had closed the curtains. Those were the most precious times of the day.

Another positive constant of the last weeks was that Quidditch training had started. The Slytherin team was really good, and Tiger thought they might be able to win the Quidditch cup this year.

But for every positive there normally is a negative, and one of them was Professor Severus Snape.

Tiger had noticed the Potions Master was looking at him suspiciously lately when he went to the supplies cupboard to get ingredients, and sometimes he thought he was looking at him as if he remembered.

The boy had spoken to Remus and Lucius about his misgivings, and as the elder Malfoy heard the story, he had only one response.

Flashback

"Talk to him," Lucius said.

"Are you nuts?" Tiger and Remus exclaimed at the same time.

"He hates Harry Potter," Tiger said matter-of-factly.

"But he respects Tiger Ryan."

"Well, I think hate is stronger than respect when it comes to Severus Snape," Remus interjected.

"You're not helping, Remus," Lucius said evenly.

"But it's the truth," Tiger said.

"Trust me, Tiger. I know Severus Snape better than you two together. He will listen to you, and he will be rational in his reaction if you approach him in the right way."

"And what is the right way?" Tiger asked sceptically.

"That is for you to find out."

Flashback end

Tiger thought he had found the right way to approach the Potions Master, and he intended to talk to him sometime in the near future. But that didn't solve his other and far worse problem - Theodore Nott.

Ever since the day Nott overheard Tiger's conversation with Blaise about his feelings for Draco, the day after the Slytherin party, the dark-haired boy waited for a reaction from his fellow Slytherin. Tiger still thought that his Bludger accident was somehow Nott's doing, but he couldn't prove it. Nott had started to blackmail him the day they came back from their trip to Nice. It started with him threatening to tell Draco that he was only playing with him and had tried to seduce Blaise, and later, even Seamus Finnigan. At first Tiger did what Nott demanded for fear of losing Draco.

Despite his being a Slytherin, Nott made rather low demands of Tiger. He ordered Tiger to do his homework from every class, and to label Tiger's potions with Nott's name, while he himself would write Tiger's name on his half-heartedly made potions.

Because of this extra work and the beginning of the Quidditch training, Snape's detentions and his time with Draco, there was not one night when Tiger wouldn't lay awake long enough for Draco to fall asleep before he got up and start with his own homework; which, of course, had to be totally different from what he had already written for Nott.

He didn't get more then three hours sleep at night, and when he slept, his dreams were haunted by nightmares of Draco finding out that Nott was blackmailing him. The dreams were always the same: First Draco would ridicule Tiger for being such a weakling that he couldn't defend himself against someone like Nott. Then he had heard what Tiger was being blackmailed about and he would call him a whore that would bend over for everyone in the wizarding world as long as they had a cock, or something remotely the same to shove up his arse. He always woke up with the image of Draco and Nott laughing at him while holding each other's hand and kissing. Lately, thanks to Nott's new blackmail topic – to let Voldemort know just how good he looked under the shower, the last scene of his dream would be Draco laughing at him while he was bound naked to a bed, with Voldemort leaning over him about to claim him as his new toy.

Nott now insisted on him doing little chores like cleaning after him, or getting him something from the kitchen, additional to the homework, of course. And there had already been two demands for paying a huge amount of money.

When Nott wanted a third donation from Tiger's Gringott's vault, just last week, Tiger had, for the first time, refused.

Flashback

"What do you mean 'you can't pay'?" Nott asked furiously.

"I told you that I didn't have any money left." Tiger said desperately. "My uncle wasn't a rich man; you already have everything he left me."

"Don't be stupid, Ryan. You're living with one of the richest families. Ask them."

"Oh yeah, that would go so well. 'Lucius, Draco, could you please lend me ten thousand galleons so I could pay Theodore Nott, who is blackmailing me: threatening to tell you, Draco, that my feelings aren't what I pretend them to be. Oh, and of course to tell the Dark Lord just what a good whore I'd be,'" Tiger said mockingly. "I don't think that would be a good idea." In fact he still had all the money Lucius had given him on his birthday, but he couldn't empty it without someone getting suspicious.

"I hate to correct you, Tiger," Nott said innocently, "but I couldn't tell the Dark Lord what a good whore you are." He smiled at Tiger's confused look and leaned closer to him, where he had him pinned against a wall. "I would have to test it for myself, first," he whispered in Tiger's ear.

Panicking, Tiger shoved him forcefully away so that he landed against the opposite wall.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Tiger told the fallen boy. But before he could react, he was pinned against the wall again, and felt a fist land in his stomach. He bent over in pain, just to be pulled up by his hair in the next moment.

"Don't you dare do that again," Nott hissed in his face. The 'or you will regret it' was unnecessary to add. He slapped Tiger once, twice in the face, before he shoved him to the floor. "You have until tomorrow at midnight to get the money," he said, and added a kick to Tiger's ribs before he left the boy lying on the floor.

Flashback end

Tiger winced as bent down the wrong way to clean his lower body and felt the by now familiar pain from his ribs. He would have to take the potion again before the match, or he wouldn't stand a chance with all the pain he felt. The capitis sanare potion was by now a daily issue in Tiger's life, and on most days the only thing he would consume all day. He was reminded of that fact as he was stroking his aching side and could feel his ribs all too prominently – especially the one on his left side, which he assumed had been splintered at one point or other of his daily beatings from Nott over the previous week. His healing spells worked well on others but on himself they were almost ineffectual. He'd need to get himself fixed soon.

'Maybe after the match I need to see Madam Pomfrey anyway,' Tiger thought with a grim smile. 'I can just tell her that I was hit by a Bludger. She doesn't need to see my other injuries.'

Tiger had become really good at concealment charms, and had even found a potion that would make the concealed parts feel like whatever the charms made them look like. This only worked for others, he himself could still feel what the charms concealed. So Tiger never knew whether the potion really works but until now Draco had never mentioned his weight loss.

"Tiger."

"Tiger."

"Are you drowning yourself?" Still the dark haired boy didn't react. He had his head laid back against the shower wall, exposing his throat, which made his Adams apple stand out lovingly.

Draco couldn't resist the sight, and reached out a hand to trace over the bare flesh. He absently wondered why there was no mark where he had sucked Tiger's neck this morning, but all thought about that vanished as a shout from Tiger startled him.

"Don't touch me," the boy yelled, and backed away into the corner of the shower. He sank to the floor and wrapped his arms around his bent knees.

"Tiger?" Draco asked worriedly, and knelt in front of the other boy, ignoring the water soaking his clothes. For a moment he wondered if the water had run cold, or if it was intended to be chilly.

Tiger's eyes went wide when he saw who had tried to touch him. "Draco," he cried, and flung himself onto the Slytherin.

Taken by surprise, the blond landed on his back, with a crying Tiger in his arms – for the second time that day.

"Tiger, please, please, talk to me. What is wrong with you? Why are you crying?" He placed his hands on either side of his boyfriends face and pushed him gently away so that he could look him in the eye. "Please, love, tell me what's wrong with you."

"It's nothing," Tiger said quietly, avoiding Draco's eyes. "Just the nightmare."

"Don't tell me that nightmare crap again, Tiger; not without telling me what this nightmare was about," the blond said sharply.

Tiger whimpered at Draco's harsh tone. "Please don't make me, Draco. Please don't."

"I just want to help you, Tiger," Draco reasoned with his boyfriend. "Please let me help you, love."

Tiger felt warmth spread though his body at his words. He smiled slightly, and kissed Draco on the nose.

"There is no need to," he said, with all honesty he could muster.

"But you were crying," Draco defended his worry.

"Just a stupid nightmare," the dark haired boy said, as he traced his hands through the blond, wet locks of his boyfriend. "It's okay now. I promise." He smiled his innocent smile, and Draco's concern melted a bit.

"But if there should ever be something wrong…"

"I'll talk to you immediately," Tiger finished for him.

The blond embraced his boyfriend once more before they stood up and get dressed – or in Draco's cause changed – and went to breakfast.

While Draco was still styling his hair in the bathroom, Tiger went to his trunk in search of the wooden box which held the capitis sanare potion. He grabbed one vial, and emptied it without thought before he put it back and stared down at the box. 'That was the last vial,' he thought dejectedly. 'I'll have to brew it anew again.'

That would make the third cauldron full of capitis sanare potion since the incident with Snape. He had long since stopped trying to fool himself by eking out the doses – he'd simply taken two vials each time – and had even brewed the last cauldron with more arboris root than necessary.

'I'll have to raise the amount of arboris root once again. It just doesn't work anymore.' Tiger was startled out of his thoughts by the bathroom door slamming. He hurried to replace the box in his trunk, and locked it before he stood up and walked out of the room to join Draco.

They were so late that they only grabbed some toast and an apple each, and ate them on their way to the Quidditch pitch.

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"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year; Gryffindor vs. Slytherin…" Seamus Finnegan's voice sounded over the stands of the Quidditch pitch.

The crowd cheered as the door to the referee's room opened, and Madam Hooch stepped out with the box of Quidditch balls hovering behind her.

"And here are the teams!" Seamus' voice rose over the roaring fans of Gryffindor as the team entered the pitch. "For Gryffindor, I give you the beaters, Max O'Brian and Frank Peterson; the Chasers, Ginny Weasley, Lindsay Summer and captain Katie Bell, Keeper Ron Weasley, and the new Seeker, my favourite sister…"

"She is your only sister," McGonagall's stern voice sounded from behind him.

"Your point is?" Seamus smiled at her. "As I was saying; Gryffindor's new Seeker, Alex Finnigan."

The Gryffindor team flew one more lap before they landed, and the Slytherin team entered the pitch, accompanied by the cheering of their housemates, and a few from other houses.

"The beaters Smith and Nott, Chasers Anderson, Jones and Zabini. And here is the only reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. The image of my wet drams..."

"Finnigan," McGonagall snapped.

"Why, Professor McGonagall, I had no idea you'd such feelings for me." Seamus smiled at his head of house, but immediately turned back around when he saw her stern face.

"As I was saying: Slytherin's new Seeker, the lovely Tiger Ryan." His eyes followed said boy dreamily until a blond head blocked his view. "Oh, and their new captain and Keeper, Draco Malfoy," Seamus added, sounding bored.

Tiger smile at the scene in front of him. Draco was hovering in front of the Professors' stands - where Seamus Finnigan was commenting from – and glaring at the Irish Gryffindor.

Shaking his head, he flew over to his boyfriend and pulled him away. "Let's get down. You have to shake Katie's hand before we can start the match."

Glaring at Finnigan one last time, Draco flew down to the ground.

Tiger smiled at Seamus before he followed the blond. "Hello Seamus."

"Hello beautiful," Seamus voice sounded through the stadium.

Draco fumed and wanted to turn around, but Tiger grabbed him and flew with him to the ground. "Don't let him get to you," Tiger said. "He's just playing around, but I won't react to it." He leant closer and whispered in Draco's ear. "I'm yours."

"You are," Draco smirked. "But if this little…"

"Please Draco, calm down. He will try to provoke you, now that he knows how you'll react. Don't let him get to you."

They landed, and Madam Hooch called the captains to her to shake hands. After that everyone took back of in the air.

With a whistle Madam Hooch let the Snitch and Bludgers go and through the Quaffel in the air. The match began.

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"Ginny Weasley intercepts the Quaffel from Zabini, and starts off to the Slytherin goals."

Tiger listened to Seamus' commentating while he searched for the Snitch. He looked over to Alex, who was hovering near the Slytherin goals, and at the same time watched Draco catching Ginny's shot.

"Damn. Keep trying, Gin- Yes! Go, Alex, go!" Seamus cried, enthusiastically.

Tiger whipped around and watched Alex dive to the ground in the middle of the pitch, the Snitch right in front of her.

"Shit," Tiger swore and chased after her. He knew he wouldn't get there in time to catch the Snitch before Alex. He had only one chance.

Flying straight through the other players, he shot directly to the place where he presumed Alex to be when he reached her.

He brushed one player without noticing them losing balance and falling from their broom, and reached Alex in time to interfere with her grabbing the little gold ball.

Surprised, Alex spun around and would have fallen from her broom, if Tiger hadn't grabbed her arm and steadied her. The Snitch was long gone.

"You okay?" Tiger asked sheepishly.

"My supposed murderer rescued me," she laughed. "Thanks." She punched him on the arm. "Bastard."

Laughing, Tiger rubbed his sore arm. "I think I deserved that." They flew back up over the other players to look for the Snitch.

"Oh, man. That wasn't the gentleman's way, Tiger." Seamus' voice sounded a bit harsh. "You are a damn sexy piece of arse,…"

"Finnigan," McGonagall said warningly.

"…but this is my sister you're trying to kill, there. But keep knocking down your own team mates."

Tiger turned around and looked confused at the other players. Theodore Nott glared at him, and looked as if he had just had an encounter with the ground. "Oops," Tiger said sarcastically.

He turned around and concentrated on finding the Snitch.

Nearly one hour into the game and two almost catches later, the score said 60:50 for Slytherin. There had been almost fifty shots on the goals respectively, but both keepers were exceptional.

Just as Gryffindor offset the score, Tiger and Alex both spotted the Snitch at the same time. They flew from both ends of the pitch to the middle, where the Snitch hovered some fifty feet over the ground. Just when they reached the Snitch, it dived as if its wings had stopped working.

For a moment it seemed as if the time stood still. Both Seekers appeared to hover in the air as they looked each other in the eye. They smiled at the same time, and a moment later they dived after the Snitch.

Tiger took the lead and was almost at the Snitch, when there was a petrified shriek. Turning around, he had to duck to avoid a falling broom, followed by a falling Alex.

He was about to dive after her when he felt a black something fall onto him, and all went black. Within seconds he identified the blackness as a cloak. He tried to get rid of it, but Seamus' frantic voice calling for help for his sister made him react on instinct. He dived after Alex' crying voice, and blindly grabbed for what he hoped was one of her limbs.

The second he had a firm grip on the girl, he pulled his broom up. He felt his feet brushing the ground. A moment later the cloak was caught on something lying on the ground, and Tiger was roughly pulled back. He flew hard from his broom and landed on his back – Alex little form protectively cradled in his arms.

In no time there was a crowd around them and helped Alex to her feet, after making sure that she was all right.

"Tiger!" Draco fell to his knees beside his still prone boyfriend, and stroked a strand of hair out of his face. "Tiger, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Tiger smiled, but when he tried to move, he grimaced.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked concerned.

"I can't move."

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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?