The blush that spread across Dray's face at my words made me want to kiss him. I nearly did, but I kept myself in my seat. I waited for him to say something but he seemed list in thought, petting Athena absent-mindedly.
DRACO'S POV
I can't believe that Hadrian likes me. Of course I like him, but to know that he reciprocates is amazing. Then I remember what my father said.
FLASHBACK
Father guided me a few steps away from Hadrian and Nixen.
"Dragon, I've known since you were little that you have no interest in the female gender and I will love you no matter what, but I ask that you save intamencies until you are older. I have full faith that you won't do what you are not ready for. If anything does happen though please use protection."
"Why would I need protection? It's not like either of us could get pregnant."
"That's not exactly true. If a pureblood is with someone of immense power they have the chance of a magical womb forming and a fetus developing. I have no doubt that Hadrian Potter has the strength."
"Why want I told of this before?"
"I thought that it would be a few years before it became an issue, but with the way you and Mr. Potter are interacting I am no longer so sure."
A blush spread across my cheeks. "I have n-no idea what you are referring to."
"You do not have to low to me Dragon, I could see the way you looked at each other. Just, don't rush anything."
END FLASHBACK
"I like you too, but are you sure we're not too young?"
HADRIAN'S POV
For some reason Draco's innocent question pleased me. "We can set the pace to whatever we want. We don't even have to be fully dating yet if you're not comfortable with it, but I would at least like to be your friend. We could work on getting to know each other for now and then in third year, when we can go to Hogsmeade, we could try going on a couple dates.
"After that, if we are both willing I wouldn't be opposed to forming a serious relationship. We would have no sexual relations until we have decided on our own and together that we are ready."
"I, uh, I think that I would like that, there's just one thing, what kind of relationship would it be?"
"You'll have to elaborate Dray."
"U-uh, w-would you be l-like my d-dominant, o-or would it just be a n-normal r-relationship?" The blush staining his cheeks was even darker than before.
"If you feel like you need someone to take control, it would be my pleasure to do so." I meant what I said, I would love for this gorgeous blond in front of me to be my submissive.
"Sometimes I can't do anything unless I'm told to. It's like I'm only allowed to do what my master tells me."
"You don't know how much your words please me. If you will allow me I would love to be the person you need, to be your dominant."
I opened my arms and Draco came to sit next to me. As soon as I wrapped my arm around his waist he leaned into me and decided to take a nap. Athena followed his example and I was left to pull out the potions research book that I've been reading.
About a ninety minutes into the seven and a half hour train ride there was a knock on the compartment door. I dismantled the lock and used my wand to open the door. Standing outside was a girl with bushy hair and large front teeth. Her entire demeanor screamed know-it-all.
"Have you seen a toad, a boy named Neville has lost his."
I rolled my eyes, clearly she had never heard of tracking charms. Raising my wand I say a spell especially designed to search for living things, "Vivamus quaerere." A thin blue line shot out the door and down the corridor. "There, follow the light and you will find the toad. Now leave us alone."
The girl gave me an affronted look before huffing off. With a flick of my wand the compartment door slid shut and the locking spell was reactivated. I felt Dray shift, but he settled down when I placed a kiss on his head. I picked up my book and got lost in the latest searches to improve potions.
About two hours later Draco woke up and we spent the rest of the ride talking about our childhoods, playing chess, reading, or just sitting and enjoying each others company. At six fifteen we put on our school robes and waited for the train to stop.
Getting off we heard a voice shouting, "Firs' years, firs' years over 'ere!" We followed the sound to a man who had to be half giant.
Dray and I joined the crowd of people in front of him while the older students headed towards the waiting carriages. I'm one of the few that can see the thestrals pulling them. Once all of the upper years were gone we got new instructions.
"Four to a boat, four to a boat!"
I quickly pulled Draco to the furthest boat. As soon as we were in I pushed us slightly away from the shore, not so far as to start drifting off but enough to discourage others who thought of joining us. Turning to Draco I see a confused look on his face.
"Why did you do that?"
"I counted forty students including ourselves, there are fifteen boats, that means they're not all going to be full. I don't want anybody else sitting with us so I made sure they couldn't."
"OK, I guess that makes sense."
Seeing that I was sitting in the middleseat and Draco wasn't I decided to fix that problem. Grabbing his hand I pulled him over to sit besides me. The squeak he gave was adorable.
"Hadrian, you could gave caused us to capsize!"
"Don't worry love, they're spelled to stay upright." The nickname made the darkest blush I've ever seen spread across Dray's cheeks.
All of a sudden the boat was moving and another squeak escaped my blond beauty. I pulled him against my side as we glided across the choppy water.
A storm had started about half way through the trip here and was still going strong. All the others were getting soaked, but I had placed water repellant charms on both me and Draco before we got off of the train.
We finally docked in a cave and were led into a large room to wait. I kept my arm firmly around Dray's waist, ignoring the other students.
The doors open and in steps Minerva McGonagall, who I read about in "Hogwarts, a History". Everybody looked towards her as she began speaking. 《"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts you're triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will lose you house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will become a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest that you smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."》 (Rowling, 90-91)
She stepped out and the doors shut. All of a sudden a freckled red head in second hand robes appeared before me. "You're Harry Potter. I'm Weasley, Ron Weasley. You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." The boy had the nerve to try to shake my hand after his little speech.
"I'll have you know that I, as Lord Potter, can decide whom I want to be acquainted with and from what I can tell you will bring me nothing but trouble. I ask that you refrain from bothering me further."
As I finished talking ghosts started floating through the room, eliciting screams from some students. I'm assuming they've never seen a ghost before.
The doors opened once more and Professor McGonagall stepped through. "We are ready for you, please form a line and follow me."
Entering the hall I saw four student tables, each with a house flag above it, and a staff one on a raised platform. In front of the staff table was a stool with an old hat on it, I learned many years ago how you are sorted so this didn't faze me. I guess Draco did not have the knowledge that I did because I could feel him shaking slightly.
I leaned over and put my mouth by his ear. His breath hitched as I began whispering to him. "Do not worry, love. All you have to do is sit on the stool and allow the hat to be placed on your head. It will look into your thoughts and memories to determine where you belong. If you have occlumency shields erected they will have to be lowered, besides that nothing will happen."
"They expect me too wear that? It's probably been on hundreds of thousands of heads, who knows what germs are on that thing?"
"Before it is placed on you I will cast a cleaning charm on it, how about that?"
"Thank you, that would be great."
"It is no problem, it was my plan anyways." Draco leaned up and pressed a kiss to my cheek before turning away, blushing.
Pleased I nuzzled his neck. "Do not be embarrassed to show me affection. If I am to be your dominant, now or in a few years, you will have to get used to some pda. I want everybody to know who's you are."
Dray have me a shy smile before looking forward. I realised that the sorting was now almost half way through. I look around and see that the bushy haired girl was placed in Ravenclaw and the Longbottom heir is a Hufflepuff.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
It was Dray's turn to be sorted. I could tell he was still nervous so I have him a squeeze before gently pushing him forward. I quickly moved around until I had a clear shot at the hat and sent a simple cleaning charm at it. The hat was barely on the blond's head when it was shouting, "SLYTHERIN!"
I sent Draco a smile as he strutted towards the table underneath the green and silver flag. I tuned everything out until I heard my name called. I fired another discrete cleaning spell on my way up. As soon as I sat upon the stool the hat was placed on my head and I heard a voice.
"Curious, very curious. Why are you with the firsties? From what I can see you have surpassed even the seventh years. Oh well let's get you sorted.
"You, Mr. Potter, have knowledge, but you do not rely on books, no not Ravenclaw. You are loyal only to yourself and your closest friends, so not Hufflepuff. You have bravery, but not the Gryffindor brashness. Better be,
"SLYTHERIN!"