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Harry-Draco-Dreamer

Chapter 3

The Day of Meetings

Draco Malfoy sipped at his drink calmly as he watch Hermione have her shouting match with "members of the Order of the Phoenix," the newly reformed rebel group. All were firm supporters of King Albus and were constantly receiving messages from their King and Queen secretly, and causing trouble for Riddle and his men. They quite obviously didn't trust him one wit, but Draco was lucky enough to have the very spirited and excellent arguer Hermione Granger on his side. Ron was sitting off to the side getting a loud tongue lashing from his mother, a Mrs. Molly Weasley co-owner and head baker at their little bakery called affectionately "The Burrow."

Hermione was currently arguing furiously with two people- Kingsley Shaklebolt and Alastor Moody- the current heads of the Order until their King returned. The other members were either sitting off to the side watching in faint amusement or were out at their jobs or preparing for the festival. Draco noticed two of them were related to Ron and his mother, who Draco guessed were Ron's father and younger sister. There were two others who were about Ron's and Hermione's age; a boy with black hair pulled back into a pony tale and deep blue eyes, and a girl with long dirty blonde hair with light brown eyes. At a glance Draco knew they were not human as their appearances portrayed them as.

"I trust him! Can't you just trust in me as a respected member of this Order?" Hermione yelled furiously at the two gesturing wildly. "Besides, his name last name is Malfoy! In the history archives the Malfoy family once lived in this town but left promising to return when their true King needed their assistance!"

Draco blinked giving no other outward sign of his shock. He hadn't realized people who actually read history archives might recognize his name. He shrugged it off, as it didn't really matter if they knew who he was decent from, or more precisely the unborn infant in the archives. Draco's eyes caught the eyes of the boy and girl who were staring at him unabashedly with carefully blank looks. He smirked at them, making the girl blush darkly and making the boy look away frowning.

Draco stood up and walked over to the arguing three, causing them to halt their argument. "As much as I love hearing you argue about my loyalty to the King whilst I'm three feet away, I would really rather hurry this along. What could I possibly do to earn your trust?" Draco asked bored, hiding his impatience.

Shaklebolt frowned and turned to Moody and they whispered conspiratorially, unaware Draco could hear everything they were saying. Draco inwardly laughed at their "challenge."

Moody and Shaklebolt looked back at him unsuccessfully hiding their smirks. "We want you to find the Rebel Prince."

"Easy- he's in the bell tower of Hogwarts Monastery." Draco countered, repeating the rumor he was told earlier.

Moody growled threateningly. "That's not what we mean! Find him and bring him here, so we can train him!"

Draco smirked. "Oh, why didn't you say so to begin with?" Draco threw over his shoulder as he walked out.

Hermione and Ron shared looks and ran out after him, along with the boy and girl sitting in the background.

"Wait! Draco wait for us!" Hermione yelled out to the silver/blonde haired boy.

Draco didn't pause but did slow down allowing them to catch up with him. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Hermione, before casting a mistrustful glance at the other three, still disliking Ron from their first meeting.

"Ah, this is Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. They joined around last year or so, and their parents are soldier spies in Riddle's army." Hermione said gesturing to the boy and girl in turn.

Draco nodded to them and they returned it, a silent conversation occurring between the three pairs of eyes. The two knew Draco too was not human, and that he was more powerful than they were. A smirked played on Draco's lips.

"So, how are you going to find the Rebel Prince? If he's really in the bell tower, there's no way up to check see." Ron asked curious despite his dislike of the blonde.

Draco smirked arrogantly. "If you continue to follow me you'll see how."

The four Order members shared curious looks with each other and continued to follow Draco towards Hogwarts Monastery. Draco wandered around the church looking for a secluded area, where people are least likely to see him fly up to the tower balcony. Deciding on a spot as well as any, his wings appeared on his back melding with his clothes as opposed to ripping his shirt. Their sudden appearance made the four teenagers jump back in fright, making only Hermione squeak.

Draco nearly laughed at their reactions, but held it in and focused on flying up to the balcony without being seen by the townspeople or the supposed resident of the bell tower. Draco's sharp ears caught the tell-tale sounds of voices. Carefully he perched in an alcove above the balcony's opening.

Draco listened and watched as a boy with messy jet black hair folded and put away his last article of clothing.

"A celebrity huh? Sounds…. Goddesses if you two are going to do that do it somewhere else. I like my eyes and ears to function properly thank you very much."

The boy was blushing lightly, and Draco (though he would deny it to his dying day) could do nothing else but stare. The two ghostly figures, who the boy had been talking to, hurried out of the room. The boy turned away, smiling slightly to him self and walked over to the balcony unaware of the person watching him. Draco watched as the boy, Hadrien he reminded him self, looked longingly down at the villagers.

The boy smiled, and unwittingly spoke his thoughts aloud.

"A festival to celebrate the return of the King, and Riddle won't be back for another week and a half. Even if he did find out… could I?"

With his smile still firmly on his face he ran back to his room and frantically looked around through his clothing and stray bits of clothe. Draco watched a few minutes more before finding out all he needed to know and flying back down.

The young order members looked at him, a bit of disappointment in their eyes, noticing he came back alone.

"So you didn't find anyone?" Blaise asked upset.

Draco smirked, and calmly walked away. "Now when did I say that?"

The group looked at him curiously. "Then did you find him?"

"Him?" Draco repeated feigning innocence.

"The Rebel Prince!" They all shouted together.

Draco paused to look at them. "The Rebel Prince? Messy jet black hair, eyes so green they put emeralds to shame, fair skinned with the slightest tan, and two different wings- one angel the other Dones d'aigua? Is that who you're all talking about?"

The group shared amazed looks with each other. Hermione looked at him curiously, and in some what awe.

"Yes that's who we're talking about. You did find him… but you have dragon wings, and yet you have a human form making you an extinct form of dragon."

Draco nodded slightly. "That is true, though technically only two of my kind existed up until three weeks ago. You read all about him in those history archives you're so fond of. There are of course other dragons that are powerful enough to have human forms, but they don't reveal themselves so readily anymore." He hinted to two things hoping he didn't have to bother with any explanations as he would rather think about the beauty that the Rebel Prince was.

Hermione's eyes bugged out of her head. "You're the unborn baby in the story of the Malfoy family's flight from Hogwarts?! That would make you over two hundred years old!" Hermione exclaimed gaining the attention of the rest of the shocked group.

"Two hundred twelve to be exact yes. I'm a dhampir, half vampire if you will thanks to the vampire who bit my mother. My dragon heritage is that of a Garguiem, a water dragon in plain terms." Draco explained absentmindedly thinking on how he could get Hadrien Potter to trust him.

Hermione nearly fainted in shock and awe to be standing next to someone she had read about in her precious books and scrolls. Pansy Parkinson's eyes meanwhile narrowed on Draco, a sly smirk spreading across her face. "As a water dragon does that mean that the reason for being so distracted because you found yourself a being that is also water orientated?"

Ron was busy trying to calm the ecstatic Hermione to listen to their conversation, so only Draco and Blaise heard her question. Blaise smirked immediately looking at Draco with a glint in his eyes.

"Ah, I see now why you were so eager to accept this mission. Is it love at first sight or a simple crush I wonder?" Blaise mocked jokingly seemingly already immune to Draco's Malfoy Death Glare™.

Draco glanced at Ron and Hermione before looking back at them. "Being that you two are dragons yourselves, I'll not kill you for your impertinence. It is neither love nor a crush, just a simple… benefit."

Pansy tilted her head slightly to the right. "Would you describe someone as having eyes so green they put emeralds to shame if you did not feel at least something for them?"

Draco glared darkly upset that these two he had just met could read him so well. "Fine, I'll admit his presence is… alluring in a way."

"Alluring? Is he part Veela too?" Blaise asked confused.

Draco shook his head. "No he's not, it's just his magic is uncommonly strong, and his blood smells… innocent is the only way I can describe it."

Pansy and Blaise nodded in understanding. "So what are you going to do now that you've found him?" Blaise asked Draco moving their conversation on as Ron and Hermione seemed to regain their awareness of the people around them.

Draco thought a moment. "This festival is tomorrow is it not?"

The group nodded their affirmative.

"Then I shall wait for him to appear before us, and somehow gain his trust. Then we shall bring him to the Order and see if he will help us." Draco finished deep in thought.

Ron gave a confused 'huh.' "Wait for him to appear before us? What does that mean?"

Draco gave him a look. "It means that the Prince is going to attend the festival tomorrow dimwit."

Ron's face darkened in anger but before he could explode at the blonde Hermione shoved him ahead of her. "Come on Ron, we have homework to finish before tomorrow anyway. Bye Draco, Blaise, and Pansy!" She ran away hurriedly hoping to avoid a fight dragging a reluctant and angry Ron with her.

Harry grinned happily, an excitement he'd never felt welling up in him. It was late at night already, and he'd only just finished making a cloak that would shadow his face and hide his rather rich clothing, most of it being stolen from nobles by Sirius and Remus. He stood up and moved his cloak to his bed, before going out onto his balcony looking to see if there was a way he could climb down, and where he'd have to occasionally use his wings to glide to safety. The night was still, with the moon three quarters full and the stars shinning brightly despite the moon's rays.

Harry froze suddenly hearing a slight swoosh sound. He listened carefully before turning to his left towards the Forbidden Forest. He gasped at the unexpected sight.

A creature! A real creature, that's living… and it can fly! I wonder…. Oh my… I think it's spotted me…. Well, that's most certainly not good. Harry stumbled away from the edge of his balcony where the winged creature now stood gracefully.

Harry took in what appeared to be the most gorgeous young man Harry had ever laid eyes upon. He had silver blonde hair that was illuminated by the moon high above them. His face was shadowed, but that did not hide his glowing steel gray eyes. Large bat like wings folded on the young man's back but not altogether disappearing.

Harry flattened himself against the wall, tempted to run in his room and closing the wooden doors which would activate the wards Minister Riddle had put on them. However, Harry's curiosity stilled him taking in as much of the first living creature he'd ever met. The silence dragged on with both staring at each other, making no move to get closer or talk.

After a moment Harry relaxed his stance slightly, sure the man wasn't about to kill him. "Um… is there something I can help you with…?" Harry asked nervously, unsure really what to say in this type of situation.

"Not at the moment no," was his only reply.

Harry's eyebrows rose. "Oh… okay then." He paused a moment more then, "is there a reason you're here, on my balcony, staring at me much like Riddle does?"

The silver haired man hoped off the edge onto the balcony. "No, not really any reason. I just felt like flying by." He replied smoothly ignoring the part about Minister Riddle, an began looking around the balcony noticing a potted plant off to the side, and a few statues decorating the railing of the balcony.

Harry frowned, not liking having a stranger so near with him all alone. "Then do you mind leaving?" He snapped edging closer to the doors leading to his room.

Harry felt a rush of air pass by him and suddenly he was looking at an empty balcony. "What…?"

"You have a quaint room."

Harry spun around spotting the man in his room now walking around his bed to look further into the room. Harry ran after him.

"What in the goddess' name are you doing?! You can't just walk into someone's room like that! It's bad manners anyhow." Harry nearly smacked himself. Bad manners? What, that's the best I can come up with? Circe….

The man paused and looked at him a small smirk on his lips. "My name's Draco Malfoy."

Harry scowled. "I didn't ask for your name, you psychopath! I want you out of my room this instance!" He yelled pointing at the open doors leading to the balcony.

The man, Draco, turned away deciding to sit on the couch Harry had set in front of his recently installed fireplace. "Really now, why's that? It's equally rude to ignore someone when they introduce themselves you know. I said my name, now it's your turn."

Harry gaped, surprised at the man's audacity. "M-my turn-…! What are you crazy? I'm not giving you my name, and I never asked for your name!"

"I'm not crazy, at least last time I checked I wasn't. Even if you didn't ask for my name I gave it, thus it is only polite to give yours in return." Draco replied calmly, a seemingly satisfied smirk on his lips, irritating Harry to no end. And Draco was satisfied- satisfied he got the boy to forget about kicking Draco out.

"Well then call me ill-mannered. I'm not giving you my name." Harry said with a pout before looking at the blonde once more who merely shrugged.

"Well then, it's a good thing I already know your name then isn't it?" Draco said inwardly amused at this turn of events.

Harry gaped again. "No it bloody well is-"

"Of course I would have preferred you gave it to me willingly, but it was not to be little Prince. So, Hadrien James Akka Sierra Viselle Potter, are you going to the festival tomorrow?"

Harry blinked shocked at first that Draco really did know his name, throwing his irritation to the winds. Harry nodded dumbly. "Yes I'm going…." Harry blinked again, irritation returning instantly. "Hey! How'd you know my- you know what no, I don't care. Just get out like I originally wanted." Harry stalked over to Draco and hesitantly grabbed his sleeve before trying to drag him to the doors. "Get out, out, out! Besides it late and normal people sleep, which is exactly what I want to do. So get out!"

Draco watched amusedly as Harry tugged at his sleeve ineffectively. "Alright."

Harry paused confused. "Pardon?"

Draco took hold of Harry's thin wrist removing his hand from his sleeve. "Alright, I'll leave but I want one thing first."

Harry looked at him suspiciously moving as far away as he could with his wrist still caught in the firm hold. "What do you want?"

Draco smirked, noticing Harry's mistrustful glance. "I want…."

Harry waited, but Draco (purposely) did not continue irritating him further still. "Well, what-"

"I want you to tell me what my name is."

Harry blinked confused and bewildered. "Are you kidding?! That's what you want from me: to tell you your stupid name?!"

Draco pouted slightly. "Hey now, I don't think my name's stupid compared to Hadrien."

"That's not what I meant and you know it! Why do you want me to repeat to you your name?" Harry demanded, confused.

Draco frowned this time. "No, I don't want you to repeat my name; I want you to tell me my name."

Harry blinked not understanding Draco's request. "Okay, its official you're crazy. Get out of my home." Harry said calmly tugging on his still captured wrist.

Draco chuckled slightly at the smaller male. "I told you earlier my name was Draco Malfoy, but it's the same as you introducing yourself as Harry Potter and not Hadrien James Akka-"

"Okay I get it!" Harry said cutting him off, trying to think of how Draco expects him to guess his full name.

Draco watched him carefully, watching as the boy's magic twirled around him, but never being used. "A hint: use your magic."

Harry's head snapped up to look at Draco in surprise. "My magic? What are you talking about?"

Draco raised an eyebrow sidetracked easily. "You don't know anything about the magic you possess?"

Harry shook his head, previous irritation disappearing once more. "No, Lord Riddle murmured once about me not developing enough to have magic. When I asked Padfoot and Moony about it, they said I didn't have a magical core, or at least not one strong enough to perform spells." Harry explained to a baffled Draco.

"You do have magic- powerful magic at that, but Riddle believes you don't." Draco thought aloud, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, seeing as you have no training in magic we'll leave this for another time. Good bye little Prince."

Draco swiftly walked to the balcony doors and hoped elegantly onto its railing. Harry raced after him.

"Wait!"

Draco turned his body to look at Harry curiously.

Harry blushed at his outburst, not really having any thing to say. "W-what is your full name anyway?" Harry mentally kicked himself for the stupid question he asked.

Draco smirked not needing to read Harry's mind to know it was an unintentional question. "I can't tell you, you'll have to guess next we meet." With a last wave, Draco's wings spread and he took off toward the Forbidden Forest.

Harry was left standing on the balcony, nearly leaning off the railing to watch Draco disappear in the night sky. What a weird jerk…. A soft smile appeared on his lips, strangely happy with his first meeting with a living creature.

Unbeknownst to Harry a satisfied small smile was also on the lips of Draco Malfoy, happy with his first (unintentional) meeting with the Rebel Prince, already impatient for their next meeting.