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.
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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 29 – revenge
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"What do you mean, you can't move?" Draco asked frantically. "You said you weren't hurt. You have no pain."
"I don't have pain. I just can't move."
"Madam Pomfrey?" Draco looked worriedly at the mediwitch who as now examining Tiger.
"It seems as if he can't feel his legs," she said, concerned.
"Nonsense." Tiger laughed, and carefully started to move. He put his hands under his back, and with some difficulty in placing his hands correctly, he pushed himself up.
"Ha!" he yelled, as he raised one hand in the air.
"Would you please explain what this act was about?" Draco looked down at him angrily.
"As I said," Tiger began as he stood up and took a step closer to Draco, "I couldn't move. I would have lost this." He smiled as he opened his fist to reveal the Golden Snitch. "I felt it under me when I landed on the ground. We won." Before he knew what happened, Tiger was hit in the face, and fell to the ground.
"Bastard!" Draco spat at him, before he turned around and left the Quidditch Pitch.
"Draco!" Tiger started to follow his boyfriend, but was stopped by Seamus and Alex Finnigan.
"Thank you for rescuing my baby sister," Seamus said, as he swung his arms around his little sister.
"If it weren't for you I might have died," Alex added in a still shocked voice.
"Everything went so fast that no one could react," Seamus explained. "Nott was flying after the Bludger, and the next moment his robe was falling down and…"
Tiger wasn't listening anymore because he had spotted Nott, who was laughing with Pansy while he put his robe back on. Nott caught Tiger staring at him, and winked as he dramatically grabbed the clasp of his robe and mouthed a shocked 'oh', and put a hand over his mouth as he watched his robe fall to the ground.
Tiger's anger rose and he was about to go over to Nott, but Blaise stopped him.
"Don't do anything you will regret later."
"But he did it on purpose," Tiger growled.
"Do you have any proof? Are you willing to explain to Dumbledore why Theodore would do something like that, to a fellow Slytherin, nonetheless?" Blaise looked at him indignantly.
'He knows,' Tiger thought, with a questioning frown upon his face.
Blaise nodded in answer to Tiger's unasked question. "Before you do anything, go after Draco. Talk to him. Tell him what's going on."
"I can't." Tiger gasped.
"You can, and you must. You'll need him. He will understand everything." Blaise patted him on the shoulder, and left. "Do it the Slytherin way," he whispered in Tiger's ear as he passed him on his way to the Finnigan siblings. Tiger had arranged for Blaise and Seamus to go to the Halloween ball together. Ever since Seamus had asked, the two were almost inseparable.
Tiger watched the two boys for a moment, then his green eyes locked with Nott's, who was watching him again with an arched eyebrow.
'Do it the Slytherin way.' Blaise' advice lingered in his ear.
An idea formed in his head and he smirked at Nott, whose face fell at the sudden change in Tiger.
With a nod at his tormentor, Tiger turned around and walked back to the castle in search of a fuming blond Slytherin.
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"Draco, can we talk?" Tiger stood in the doorway to the Dragon's lair. Draco was sitting on the windowsill of the magical window that was located opposite the entrance. The view today was from high above, down onto the lake – probably from the Astronomy Tower.
When the blond didn't answer, Tiger walked up to him until he was a few feet away.
"I'm sorry for scaring you like that," he said softly. "I didn't think when I made that comment. I didn't intend to hurt you in any way."
"No?" Draco turned around.
Tiger gasped, as he saw the tearful expression on the blond.
"You did a pretty good job for not intending to." Draco got of the windowsill and stood facing Tiger. "Do you have any idea how I felt when you told me you couldn't move? I was devastated, Tiger. I feared for you. And then you just stood up and held that damn Snitch in your hand."
He turned away, as new tears threatened to fall. "When I saw you fall, I thought you'd die. I thought I would lose you for good, Tiger." He turned back to face Tiger, and was now only a few inches away from his boyfriend's face.
Slowly, Tiger raised a hand and stroked the tears away from his boyfriend's cheeks. "I'm sorry," he whispered, before he pulled the blond into his arms. "I'm an unthinking, stupid prat," he whispered in Draco's ear. "I promise I will never do anything as stupid as that again. I'll make sure that Nott will never again come between us again."
"Nott?" Draco asked, confused, as he pulled away from Tiger.
Tiger froze, as he realized what he was about to reveal.
"Shh..." He pulled the blond back into his embrace, but Draco wouldn't let go of the topic.
"Don't you 'shh' me," he said, as he glared at Tiger. "What does Nott have to do with this? What is it you have against him, Tiger? You've repeatedly hinted that you don't like him. What aren't you telling me? I thought we could tell each other everything. Why do you have secrets from me?" He took Tiger's hands in his, and looked at him, concerned.
"Oh, yes. Nice show, Draco." Tiger pulled his hands away angrily.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, confused.
"Mr. 'I sneak out of bed the moment my stupid boyfriend is asleep, and go meet with Pansy in the common room'."
"How?" Draco asked, stunned, but Tiger didn't reply to his question.
"Don't you think you're a bit hypocritical? I don't know what game you're playing, but I know that I've never willingly let Nott touch me, let alone kiss me." His voice had risen to a scream at the end of his speech. He stared at Draco angrily until he realised what he just said.
"Oh, god." Tiger turned around to run out of the room, but Draco was there already, and blocked the exit.
They looked at each other for a long time, not saying anything; not moving. Tears streamed down both their faces.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Draco softly said, "We need to talk." He held out his hand to Tiger.
Tiger was startled as the blond broke the silence. He nodded and took the offered hand.
Draco led him over to the fireplace, where they snuggled together on the couch and started to talk.
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"I will kill him," Draco declared. He had been mutely pacing the lair for the past ten minutes. Now he was standing in front of Tiger, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bent low.
"No, you won't," the dark haired boy said softly.
"Why the hell not?" Draco shouted angrily.
"Because he will get what is coming for him." Tiger looked up at his boyfriend, mischief glowing in his eyes. "I will do it the Slytherin way."
"You have a plan." Draco sounded intrigued. Tiger only smirked, and was answered by Draco with his own smirk. "Do tell…"
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"Ryan." Tiger briefly closed his eyes in anticipation, before he turned around to face the intruder.
"Nott," he nodded in greeting.
"What do you want? Why did you call me up here?" Nott asked, annoyed.
"To talk to you in private."
"And there is no other place between the dungeons and the Astronomy Tower where we could do that?"
"We can always go talk about it in the Great Hall, idiot."
"Now listen here, you little shit," Nott said, grabbing Tiger by the neck and shoving him against the wall, pressing hard down on his air supply, "stop being a cheeky arse, or I will stuff yours," he hissed dangerously in Tiger's ear, "Potter." He hardened his grip even more before he let go, and shoved Tiger to the floor.
"Then do it." Tiger choked out, after Nott released him.
"What?"
"You want to fuck me? Then do it." Tiger stood up, and pulling a small vial out of his pocket, held it out to Nott. "If this is the only way to stop you from hurting others because of me, then do it." A tear ran down Tiger's cheek. "Just stop harassing me."
"My, my. How Gryffindor of you, Potter. Who had thought that the Golden Hero, the Boy Who Lived, is nothing more than a slut." Nott took the vial from Tiger. "What is that?"
"Lubricant." Tiger said in a small voice.
"You don't really think I'll prepare you, do you, Potter?"
"Stop calling me that, and get on with it," Tiger growled between gritted teeth. "Just lube yourself. It will be enough," he started to undo his shirt.
"Eager, aren't we?" Nott joked nastily
"Just get it over with." Tiger finished with his shirt. and continued with the trousers.
"What, no foreplay?"
"Fuck you, Nott." Taking off his pants, Tiger stood naked in front of the other boy.
"No, Potter; fuck you." Nott stared at him for a moment before he opened his robe and pulled his trousers down. "Bend over the balustrade, Potter. Enjoy the view, while I fuck you hard."
Slowly Tiger bent over the balustrade, praying it would be over soon.
"I hope you haven't made the lube yourself, Potter. I remember your lack of Potion skill." Tiger heard a slick sound, and a moan from Nott. "Oh, this feels good. Just one last question, Potter, before I ram myself into you; what guarantee do you have that I won't ask such a 'favour' from you again?"
Tiger turned around and smiled at Nott. Just then the boy's face paled, and became an expression of pure horror and pain.
"This," Tiger stated simply, and watched as Nott hurriedly tried to clean his member of the 'lube'.
"Fuck. What did you do to me, Potter?" Nott cursed as he all but clawed at his hurting penis. "This itches, and… Ah…!" He sank to the floor as a new sensation overwhelmed him.
"Burns?" Tiger asked, with a smile.
"You bastard: I'll kill you!" Nott pulled his wand out of his robe and held it in a trembling hand towards Tiger, but the dark haired boy didn't even flinch.
"I don't think so." Just then Nott let out an earth-shattering scream, and dropped his wand. "Oh, that must hurt," Tiger said in mock pity. "A hundred little knives, cutting away. Ouch."
"Please. Please," Nott sobbed. "Make it stop."
"Let me think about it for a moment." Tiger stroked his chin in concentration before he looked back down at the whimpering boy. "No."
"Oh, my god." Nott raised his hands from his cock to reveal a bloody mass. "Please, I promise I won't tell anyone who you really are. Just make it stop. Ah." He screamed once again as he felt the burning begin again, just a thousand times worse.
"That is the last effect of my little potion; salt water over the open wounds." Tiger watched, as Nott writhed on the floor.
"Please. I won't tell," Nott whimpered, in a small voice.
"I'm sure you won't," Tiger said, smirking down at him, "especially with the little side effect this potion has."
"What?" Nott gasped.
"Every time you even so much as think about my secret, these effects will start anew."
"You're insane, Pott- Ah…!"
"See? I warned you." Tiger smiled.
"And just to be on the safe side…" A blond head appeared out of thin air, followed by the rest of Draco's body. "Obliviate!" He pointed his wand at Nott, who had finally fallen unconscious after the second round of the potion's attack.
Draco looked over at Tiger who was still standing there totally naked, with tears running freely down his cheeks.
"For a moment I thought he wouldn't accept the lube, and just take me dry." Tiger let out a pained sob before his legs gave 'way to exhaustion, and he sank to the floor.
Just before he would have landed hard on his bottom, Draco was there and caught him in his arms.
"Shh. It's over. Shh, Tiger. Everything will be alright." Draco helped him stand up, and made sure Tiger wouldn't fall without his support. Then he removed his robe and wrapped it around his shaking boyfriend, before he pulled him back into his embrace.
They stood there for a long while, until Tiger finally pulled far enough away to look into Draco's eyes. "You won." He smiled slightly at the confused looking blond.
"What?"
"Our bet. You won. I'm wearing a robe. And Halloween isn't until tomorrow."
A bright smile formed on Draco's face as he led his 'slave for a week' away from the Astronomy Tower, and down to the dungeons.
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Flashback
"I don't understand. How did he know?" Draco asked, confused.
"Remember the day we overslept, two weeks ago?" Tiger was staring at the Golden Snitch in his hand, which he had forgotten to return to Madam Hooch.
The Snitch didn't really move. It lay in Tiger's hand with its wings hanging down. Occasionally the wings would twitch, and then sink again, as if the Snitch was sighing.
"Which one?" Draco joked.
Tiger looked up at him and smiled slightly. The Snitch made a sudden move, and flew once around the boys' heads before it settled back down in Tiger's hand.
"It was the day when we had Potions first period. We were going to brew dyeing elixir."
"You teased me the day before that I was dyeing my hair, and we mock fought," Draco remembered, with a smile on his face. "It was the first time we…" His smile grew even more at the memory. "You wanted to examine my 'lower' hair to be sure whether it was my true hair colour."
"Oh, yes, but I was distracted almost immediately," Tiger smirked mischievously, and leaned closer to Draco to whisper in his ear. "You tasted so good." His lips brushed the other's cheek.
A shiver of delight ran down the blond's spine, and he leaned into the caress. He turned his head slightly and kissed Tiger softly on the lips.
"Let me return the favour," he said softly against his boyfriend's lips.
"Not until the Nott problem is solved," Tiger answered determinedly.
Draco pulled away apologetically. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you."
"You weren't," Tiger replied as he stroked the blond's cheek, "just, let's get all this crap out of the way, and I will accept your offer eagerly." They kissed once more before Tiger continued to talk.
"The morning after our little hair examination we overslept quite long, and we had to really hurry. You were in the showers, waiting for me, and called something like 'Hurry up, Potter, or Sev will see to it that you really die.'
"The next thing I knew, Nott was standing in front of me." Tiger stopped for a moment as the memory of that day came back to him. "We thought everybody was already gone, but apparently we were wrong: like so many other times over the last few weeks."
The last part was only whispered, but Draco heard, nonetheless. "What do you mean by that?" The blond asked, confused.
The dark haired boy closed his eyes before he spoke. "He's been blackmailing me ever since we came back from Nice."
"What? Why? What about?"
"He overheard a conversation between Blaise and me." Tiger lowered his head, not willing to face the hurt he knew would appear in the blond's eyes the moment he continued. "I told Blaise what you told me the day before that; that you were falling for me."
"That was the day of the Quidditch tryouts, when you weren't in class all morning," Draco remembered. "What did you talk about?"
"I told Blaise about what I was feeling for you - or not feeling." Slowly Tiger raised his head. Yes, there was the look of hurt.
"Lack of feelings?" Draco choked out.
"No, not lack." Tiger reached out a hand and stroked Draco's cheek soothingly. "Never lack. Just…uncertainty. Maybe even a bit of fear. I was shocked when you admitted what you did. I mean, we were fooling around, but I didn't know it was so serious on your part. I hadn't dared to hope so."
They looked at each other for a long while. Tiger still had his hand on Draco's cheek; then, as if someone had told them to, they leaned closer at the same time, and their lips met in a soft, loving kiss.
"Is that what Nott was blackmailing you about?" Draco asked, as the kiss ended.
"At first it was. He wanted money or he would have told you. Then when I couldn't pay any more, he started to beat me and touch me."
"Touched?" Draco exclaimed. "Don't tell me he…"
"No, he wanted - or he 'offered' - to test me for the Dark Lord." Tiger was shrinking down into himself, his legs pulled against his chest, and arms wrapped around them. "This morning while you were showering he came into my bed, and-" He stopped as a big sob escaped his throat. "He pressed me onto the bed and held my hands above my head." Tears were running down his cheeks.
Draco didn't know what to say. He wanted to hug Tiger close to him, but feared the scared boy would shy away from him. Instead, he sank to the floor and knelt in front of his hurting boyfriend, and rubbed soothingly over his lower legs.
Tiger continued. "I couldn't fight him off. Then he pressed a hand on my throat, cutting off my air supply. He threatened to fuck me, and then he grabbed me down there." His voice broke at the last sentence.
Draco couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and lifted the sobbing boy in his arms. Carrying him over to the bed, he lay down, with Tiger secure in his arms.
The dark haired boy didn't resist, but welcomed the comfort the blond gave him.
They were silent for a long while, until Draco's fear of the unknown overwhelmed him. He stroked Tiger's tears away, and looked him in the eye. "Did he… Did he go any further than touching?" To his utter surprise, a small smile crept onto Tiger's face.
"Even if he had tried, he wouldn't have been able to. Not after the kick he had to endure."
"Thank god." Draco kissed Tiger softly on the forehead.
"That's the reason the accident on the Quidditch Pitch happened," Tiger continued in a steady voice.
"You meant Nott did it on purpose?" Draco roared, and jumped off the bed. The level of explosion finally reached breaking point. He started to pace back and forth, swearing under his breath.
"I will kill him."…
Flashback end
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?