A/N – Okay this chapter is edited somewhat from the original, which you can find on my livejournal, the link is on my bio, just click on homepage. Cheers!
Chapter Eight – Precious Metal
"What were you doing? Why did you let Dumbledore take you? In fact, why did you leave without telling anyone?!" Draco yelled once they arrived back in the house. Harry looked down at the ground in shame and started to back away from the angry Demon. The rooms temperature dropped dramatically and Harry's teeth began to chatter.
"I'm s-s-sorry. Ollie w-w-was in t-t-t-t-trouble." Harry stammered out, hugging himself and rubbing his arms to get warm, still not meeting Draco's eyes.
"That isn't the point! You ran off and didn't tell anyone! ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU!" Draco yelled, making Harry flinch and take another step back, until he was trapped in a corner in the room they had appeared in. A pop and a startled squeak announced the arrival of Neville.
"Draco. I think you might be scaring him."
"I DON'T CARE! HE SCARED US!!!"
"Dra-"
"No! Stay out of it Longbottom. This is between me and him!" Draco growled, Neville nodded and left the room quickly, dragging an eavesdropping Dean and Seamus with him.
"Why did you do it Harry?"
"I-I n-n-needed to h-help." Harry chattered, lips almost completely blue in the cold, but Draco was too angry to notice.
"Why? Why didn't you tell me and I could have gone with you!"
"I d-d-didn't w-w-want to wake you." Harry said, slowly beginning to slur his words. He slumped against the wall and slid down, still not looking up to meet Draco's gaze.
"You've disappointed me Harry. I'm not sure I want to see you at the moment." Draco said softly, making Harry's head snap up, tears evident in his eyes.
"W-what? N-no Dray. D-don't-" Harry whispered, before slumping completely and rolling onto his side in a dead faint. Draco looked up to see Harry faint and panicked.
"Er..." Draco said, looking around the room for an answer.
"He's a fire demon Draco. You are an ice demon and the dominant in the relationship. He couldn't handle everything that was going on and when you are angry, the room temperature drops to freezing. He couldn't deal with that and you anger." Flees said quietly form where he was hiding in the corner of the room.
"What? So what does that mean?"
"It means he fainted." Flees said, shrugging and walking over to his friend/master/familiar and crouching down next to him.
"What? What can I do?"
"Wait until he wakes up and hope that he forgives you. Which he will. Bloody doormat that he is." Flees muttered, picking Harry up and taking him out of the room.
"Oi! Where are you taking him?"
"To his room. You can sleep on the couch."
"And let you stay in the room with him alone? I don't think so!"
"You damn well will, or you will learn how I lived for so long without being killed by whatever Dark Lord was around at the time." Flees hissed, spinning round and glaring at Draco.
"What?! How old are you? What are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare little demon and Harry is my charge. You won't harm him or you will be answering to me. I've been waiting for Harry to turn up for a long time." Flees said, claws on his hands growing sharp, though not harming Harry and teeth elongating into fangs.
"Fine! Take him for all I care!" Draco said, throwing his arms in the air, before he brushed past Flees and stormed out of the room.
Flees watched him go and then looked down at the small demon in his arms. "He won't hurt you Smokey. I'll make sure of it."
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Draco stood outside of Harry's bedroom, contemplating on whether to enter or not, when the door swung open and Flees stormed out.
"I have been told to leave so that you and he can have a chat."
"Good. I don't want to get some sort of flea bite whilst you're around." Draco snarled back.
"Ooh, getting touchy. What's wrong? Your mate not accepting you?"
"Shut it you sad pathetic excuse for a human."
"I'm a cat."
"Yeah and you couldn't even get that right." Flees glared at Draco and then stormed past him and down the hall. Draco watched him go and then walked into Harry's room nervously. Neville, Dean and Seamus had all given him the cold shoulder the whole day that Harry was cooped up in his room with Flees, and Salazar and Phineas had given him looks of such disappointment that they made even him feel guilty.
He had had enough of being given the silent treatment from everyone at around ten this morning and had decided to go into Diagon Alley, without a disguise, assuming that he had warned the Order enough so that they would leave him alone. He had been correct.
He had also bought Harry something to show that he was sorry and that he did love (well at least he thought so. Either that or Harry gave him indigestion) him. It wasn't a ring but it was nice enough.
"Have you and Flees quite finished bitch fighting over who cares for me the most." Harry asked, making Draco jump, assuming that Harry was asleep.
"You're awake."
"It would seem so."
"Harry-"
"Look Draco. I'm really sorry that I left without telling you, I just didn't want you to get hurt for no reason." Harry said, looking down at the duvet and picking at a stray thread.
"Harry, I'm the on that should be apologising. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I really do like you and I'm proud to have you as my mate."
"Really?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at Draco in hope.
"Yeah really. I went into Diagon Alley this morning and bought you something to show you how much I care for you." Draco said, digging in his pocket and then pulling out a small box. He handed it to Harry and then looked down at his hands nervously.
"Draco? This is for me?"
"Yeah. I saw it and thought you would like it. It has lots of protection charms on it, so it will protect you when I can't." Draco muttered, nervously ringing his hands.
"Dray, it's beautiful." Harry looked down at the delicate gold chain in his hands, with a pear cut emerald on it. "Will you put it on me?" Draco looked up in shock to see Harry holding out the necklace expectantly.
Draco shakily took the necklace and then draped it around Harry's neck, looking over his shoulder to clasp it, then he moved back, gently dragging his fingers over Harry's neck and revelling in the shudder that it produced.
"Dray..." Harry whispered, grabbing Draco's hand before it could leave his shoulder and bringing it up to his cheek.
"Harry, I just wan-"
"Draco, I want to be your mate." Harry said, looking at Draco in the eye and shocking Draco completely.
"Harry... You are."
"I want to make it official." Harry whispered, sitting up and pulling Draco down onto the bed next to him.
Draco kicked off his shoes and shuffled up the bed before he was sitting, leaning against the headboard.
"Harry I think you are just saying that because of the argument we had earlier." Draco said quietly, looking up at Harry and stroking his cheek softly.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, before he opened them and looked at Draco, eyes narrowed in determination.
"Draco, I want you, and I think it's about time that I get what I want." Harry said, before getting up and sitting in Draco's lap, shocking the ice demon completely.
"Harry wha-"
"Shut up Draco and kiss me." Draco, understandably shocked, did what any hot-blooded male would have done in his position. He kissed Harry passionately and swapped their positions, placing Harry so that he was lying down on the bed and Draco was lying on top of him.
Umm.. I don't want to be kicked off so this is edited. You can find the unedited version on my livejournal. Sorry!
Outside the door, Dean and Seamus looked at each other and sniggered, before walking back to Seamus' room and sitting down on his bed. "That, my friend, sounded hot. Think we could make Harry blush enough to power Las Vegas if we ask him about it tomorrow?" Seamus asked, grinning impishly.
"Dunno about the whole of Las Vegas, but I think it could light up the crime lab. Talking about Las Vegas, shall we go and watch some CSI?"
"Indeed we should, I think I need my Greg intake... especially after that."
"Don't let Harry hear you talking about Greg like that, you know how he gets."
"I do indeed, that is also why I like Warrick." Dean grinned at his friends reply and rolled his eyes, before they both got up and left the room, to see Flees and Neville wanted to join them in watching CSI.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
It was the week before they all went back to Hogwarts, that the letter arrived. The owl was a large black beast of a thing and glared at everyone and everything, before dive bombing Flees and making the cats fur stand on end for a whole day, not even going down when he was in human form... which was rather comical, making him look like he had just had a run in with an electricity cable.
The owl was addressed to 'Draco's Saviour (Potter we know it's you)' and had no return address on the envelope, making Harry immediately suspicious, and also realise that he was beginning to hate his last name.
"I think Harry Sanders has a nice ring to it."
"I think you've gone mental. Are you going to open the letter or what?" Neville asked, glaring balefully at Seamus when he started snickering. "It's really not Flees' fault! You shouldn't be laughing at him."
"Fine, fine, I'll open it. Who do you think it's from and do you think Draco will bite me if he finds out I opened a suspicious letter without checking it for hexes first?"
"A. check it for Hexes if you are that worried and B. when asking that, try not to look to excited at the prospect of Draco biting you. It makes me shudder in revulsion." Flees said, trying to pat his hair down and glaring at Seamus who had erupted into giggles again.
Harry watched them, trying to keep the grin off his face whenever he saw Flees in the corner of his eye, and tested the letter for minor jinxes and hexes, before shrugging when nothing turned up and opening the letter.
Once he had read it, he dropped it in shock and looked up, noticing that everyone around the table (Seamus, Neville and Flees. Draco and Dean were else where... i.e. still in bed.) was watching him in curiosity.
"So... what's it say? Who's it from? Is it a love letter?" Is it your subscription to wizarding CSI?" Flees asked, tilting his head to one side in an attempt to look adorable. Sadly the gravity defying, Russell Brand hair ruined the effect.
"What? There's such a thing? How come no one told me about this? What do they do? Can they re-enact the crime scenes with magic? Does it get boring when over ninety percent turn out to be Voldemort?" Harry asked excitedly, letter completely forgotten in his excitement at the idea of wizarding CSI.
"Oh for the love of- Harry he's just teasing you. There is no such thing as CSI in the wizarding world. It's a completely muggle thing. Now who is the letter form?"
"Oh, it's from the Slytherin's. They want to be 'rescued' by me. Well at least um..." Harry looked at the letter and then back at his friends, "four of them do."
"Who?"
"Erm... Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Millicent Bulstrode."
"Argh! Don't tell me you are considering bringing the malignant bulldozer into this house! We'll die! Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!"
"Don't you think you are being a little over dramatic Seamus? You've never even spoken to the poor girl." Neville said snappishly. Clearly he hadn't had an awful lot of sleep the night before.
"It's a girl?! Where's the proof?" Seamus asked, scandalised. Harry burst into laughter along with Neville whilst Flees looked on in confusion.
"You could always lift her skirt and see." Flees commented, making Harry and Neville stop laughing immediately and all three Gryffindors shudder.
"Oh god, the images that would incur1" Harry exclaimed, covering his eyes.
"She would probably kill you anyway." Draco drawled, making everyone at the table look up in surprise and Harry to break out into a wide smile.
"Hey Dray. You okay?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" Draco asked in confusion, walking over and draping an arm around Harry's waist and sitting down on the chair next to him, kissing him on the neck softly.
"I was just asking."
"Ah, bond been playing up?"
"How did you guess?" Harry asked dryly, shuffling to get closer to Draco.
"Heh, so why were you lot talking about Millicent Bulstrode?"
"How did you know it was here we were talking about?" Seamus asked warily.
"I didn't, I guessed and you proved me correct." Draco said, smiling smugly and tightening his grip around Harry's waist. "So?"
"Your Slytherin friends have asked to be 'liberated'." Harry explained, handing the letter over to him, so that he could read it.
"Ah, and what are you going to do about their request?"
"Well I think the Silent Killers have been a bit too silent don't you?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Indeed they have. So we're going tonight then?" Flees asked, ears perking up in interest.
"Yup and the Weasley Twins are going to be staying here over night, so they will be able to tell them the address and get them in here." Harry said, proud that he had been able to come up with the plan in such a short time.
"Are you going to give them the choice of their parents living or not?"
"Yup, they can either choose dead or severely wounded!" Flees piped up cheerfully, making Draco groan and roll his eyes.
"So when are you going to do this?"
"Flees and I are going to start early, around eightish, so that we can fit in all four families."
"Right. And I am going to...?"
"You are going with us, but whilst we are being all 'grrr... argh!', you are going to find your little snakey friends and take them back here. Who should we start with first?" Harry asked, looking at Draco for his opinion.
"I have just the family." Draco said, grinning sinisterly, which only became more sinister when they heard a yell from the hall and Dean came running in, with something wrapped around his neck.
"Draco! Your damned familiar attacked me! Get Slinky off of my neck!" Dean yelled, tugging on the black thing around his neck
"His name is Anguis, and I told you, he likes you." Draco drawled calmly, before sighing when Harry frowned at him. "Fine, but only because Harry told me to."
Seamus snickered as Flees made a whiplash sound, receiving a glare form Draco as he walked over to a still struggling Dean and calmly unwrapped a large black boa constrictor from around the poor boys neck.
"He's psychotic. And Harry days his name is Slinky." Dean said between gasps of air, backing away slightly when Anguis/Slinky reared up and brushed his tongue against Dean's cheek.
"He's not psychotic, he's in love." Draco said simply and then walked back to his seat next to Harry, who was snickering at the shocked and slightly disturbed expression on Dean's face.
"In love?"
There we go. That was quite possibly the most difficult chapter I have ever wrote for this story so far! But someone asked for a sex scene between Harry and Draco, and they got one. Never again will there be one, I have just decided. I am not gay, nor am I male come to think of it, and thus I have no idea what they experience when they have sex. Some people can write sex scenes, I cannot. Nope, never again. That was your one and only...