Love and Dragons

Author: OverusedBarcode

Disclaimer: Don't own them. I made no money for writing this, although I did have a lot of fun.

Pairing: Charlie/Draco

Warnings: Boy on boy luv. Naughty content later!

A/N: All information regarding most spells and potions that will be used throughout this story was derived from Harry Potter at Lexicon. Feedback and questions are welcomed! Thank you! Review!!

Chapter Six

Re-cap:

Charlie walked across the way past the bath house to Aiden's tent. Before he could walk into the room he was greeted at the door with a breathtaking kiss. Breaking apart, Charlie gazed into the eyes of the man he had been with for over a year and hadn't seen for two months.

"Hello love, how've you been?"

"Hello Aiden..."

Plotting Naked

Chapter Six

After Weasley left, Draco began thinking about a plan. He knew that he could not return as a spy for Dumbledore, his father and Voldemort would never trust him again, so trying to infiltrate was pointless. He had to find something that he could contribute to the cause, something valuable he could do that would ensure his acceptance into the wizarding world once the war was over.

He was not foolish enough to think that just because he had not taken the dark mark that the wizarding community would accept that he was not a death eater. He was a Malfoy and that alone would probably secure him a place in Azkaban after the war.

Even though Dumbledore had known about his alleigances for nigh on five years now, and would probably vouch for him, the name of Malfoy would indoubtedly be tainted for many years.

While Draco thought about his plans, Charlie and Aiden were becoming reaquainted with each other's bodies.

When Charlie returned to his tent, the first thing he noticed was that he had several letters sitting on the desk and a row of owls who were, apparently, awaiting his responses.

Glancing toward his ward's bed, he saw that Malfoy was asleep. Judging by the way his body was tensed up and his eyes fluttered under his lids, he was not having pleasant dreams. This did not surprise him. What did however, was that Malfoy talked in his sleep.

"No, you don't understand! I...please let me explain...my Lord, I..." Draco started awake as if someone had doused him in ice water. His breathing was ragged and his eyes darted around the room to identify where he was and if he was safe.

Once he saw Charlie looking at him with concern, Malfoy's open face was instantly wiped of emotion, his vulnerable moment gone as if it had not happened.

"What time is it?" Draco asked stonily.

Charlie glanced at his clock on the wall, muggle, and replied that it was ten to five. Not wanting to lurk while Malfoy could not leave if he were uncomfortable, Charlie quickly began his morning routine. He had slept some at Aidens and it was too late to be getting anymore sleep.

Draco made the decision the night before that he would be extending his hand in whatever kind of friendship was offered. All things considered, Weas--Charlie was the only ally he had here.

"Will I be permitted to leave this bed anytime soon?" Draco asked as politely as he could manage. After all, he was still tired, a bit peckish, in pain, and more than a little frusterated.

Charlie had gone into the bathroom to put on his dragon riding equipment. He needed to check the new Peruvian Vipertooth they had just gotten in and take the Norweigan Ridgeback for a spin.

"How is your pain level? Acually, let me check your injuries and then we'll assess." Charlie strode over to Draco in full riding regalia. Draco's eyes followed him across the room.

Charlie removed the bandages and checked Draco's pain levels while trying to figure out why they were taking so long to heal.

"I want to take some blood samples so that I can have our on-site mediwizard check it. I have a hunch and if I'm correct, we should be able to have you healed up in no time."

Draco was relieved. He was now 17, his birthday being the day he was found by the entire Weasley clan, so he needed to check on his Gringotts account and set his plan into motion for acceptance into the Wizarding community as a wholesome, upstanding citizen.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a light touch on his cheek. Once Charlie had Draco's attention once again, he continued speaking.

"I have morning duties to attend to. So, while I'm gone, you have the tent to yourself. I think it would be best if you ate something and rested a little more, you're not healed yet." With this said, Charlie went over to his fireplace and firecalled the MediWizard on call about Draco's blood testing.

Charlie left the tent with a reassuring smile in Draco's direction to go to work for a couple hours. Draco realized that he needed to speak to Dumbledore as soon as Charlie got back, he did not want to tell his story more times than was needed.

The fireplace flared to life as the MediWizard came through. Draco got a good look while he was dusting off and casting a Scourgify on himself.

Tall, taller than his father even, with black hair and a remarkably groomed look about him. This man was wealthy and knew how to carry himself. Draco was instantly on alert.

The man scanned the room for his patient and their eyes met. Ice gray and kohl black. Both seemed civil, but it was clear that neither man trusted the other. Draco for his own reasons, the MediWizard, because he knew who his patient was. A Malfoy. Scum.

The lines had been drawn and those on the side of light did not tolerate others who are implicated in helping Voldemort.

Nevertheless, the Medic, who'se name Draco did not ask, did his job quickly and professionaly. He left without speaking to Draco at all.

I need to speak to Weasley to make sure that man is trustworthy, I don't need my wherabouts advertised just yet. Yes, I will speak about that man and then I need to speak to Dumbledore.

For the first time in a long time, Draco Malfoy was unsure.

How will my housemates treat me? I know that Voldemort will have told the DE's about my treachery, and they will have told their children. Well, Draco thought will good humor, at least I don't have to marry Pansy now!

Charlie walked briskly back to the tent bubbling with questions, intent on wringing them out of Malfoy. His morning had gone wretchedly. First, the dragon he had gone to check on had laid her eggs in the night and was being severely territorial. She had wounded two other dragons for getting too close and damn near killed him!

Once that had been cleared up, he had gone to see Aiden only to find him rolling around with Ann, the new intern! He had gone off, punching Aiden and breaking his nose and then turning on Ann with a vengance. He had hexed her so that whenever she was intimate with someone, the name of the person would appear on her forehead for all to see.

To make matters worse, Aiden had claimed that their relationship was open and that he loved Charlie! Charlie left before he could hit Aiden again.

He stalked into his tent fuming, but what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks and forget every question he had formulated on the way over. Draco Malfoy. A naked Draco Malfoy. This normally wouldn't bother him as he had seen Draco naked before. But this was different, this was Draco Malfoy naked-fresh-from-the-shower-glistening-and-oh-Merlin-now-bending-over-GAH!

Charlie stared at Draco's swaying bottom as he bent to get his clothes off the floor in awe. He knew he couldn't get caught staring at a future student so he turned and walked out as quickly as he had come in.

With much more noise and fanfare this time, but still flushed red-if for entirely different reasons this time, Charlie entered the tent. Draco was clothed, barely, and looked up as Charlie came back in with a look in his eyes he could not identify.

Draco spoke first, telling him of his encounter with the unpleasant MediWizard and next about needing to speak to Dumbledore. Charlie reassured him that the Medic was, indeed trustworthy, and administered another pain pill to Draco. He told him that until his bloodwork came back, it would be risky to expirament with magical means of dulling pain.

He then walked over to his fireplace for the second time that day and firecalled Dumbledore.

"Charlie my boy! What brings you to my fireplace?" Dumbledore seemed to be in high spirits, as though he had just received some very good news.

"I have someone here who would like to talk to you Sir, and I was wondering when I would get to have some of my mother's home cooking and maybe see my family again." Charlie was really asking when the next Order meeting was, and apparently, Dumbledore understood.

"Very soon Charlie, very soon. So, who is it I am to speak with, hm?"

Charlie stepped aside to let Draco through. Draco sat in full view, knowing his wings and bodily injuries were visible to Dumbledore, and spoke.

"Hello sir, how have your holidays been?"

TBC...

A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! Please continue to show the love! I think that some of you will be pleased with my next chapters, a new side of Charlie will be revealed and Draco will see to his Gringotts accounts.