Away From the Sun
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony Bard.
Warning! Spoilers for books 1-5. I am going to pretend that anything that happens Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince , witch comes out on July 16 (YEA!) , hasn't happened, so don't kick me if something really cool happens in the book and I make no mention of it.
Warning 2! This is gonna be yaoi, that's boys loving boys, so if you don't like the idea of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter snogging senseless, don't read, and piss off if ya feel the need to flame me for such.
Chapter Six
Love me When I'm Gone.
Draco's POV
The second week of October, Dumbledore made an announcement that this year, the older students would be allowed to attend a ball, while the younger student's got to stay up late in their dorms after the feast. The ball was for the fourth years and up. Whoop-di fucking-do.
There was only one person I'd be interested in asking, but the impossibility of it is overwhelming. What better way to announce my non-candidate status for Death Eater of the Year by asking Harry to the dance. It'd be a kamikaze mission from the ninth circle of hell. I think not, for both our sakes.
"What's up?" Blaise sat next to me at the lunch table. It's still early so there aren't a lot of students around right now.
"Hard dicks and flying birds." I answered casually.
Blaise laughed. "Anyway, so what I came here to ask you, I need to talk to you about that conversation the other day. You know which one I'm talking about?"
He had to be talking about our curtained conversation. I nodded, and he continued.
"I talked to Snape." he stopped, more people were coming in. "Later, okay?"
"Yeah." I nodded in agreement, but my mind was elsewhere as Harry had just walked into the room. He was smiling, talking to Hermione and Ron.
"Drake, stop smiling like that, people might think you're in love with him for fuck's sake." Blaise elbowed me.
I grinned at him, my inner Slytherin rearing its ugly head.
"You're mental." he sighed.
I talked nice with the rest of my house when they arrived; well, as nice as Slytherins are anyway.
There's another world inside of me
that you may never see.
I veered off from my friends shortly after lunch, making some lame ass excuse about having to get a book from the library. Something Crabbe had said sent an alarm off in my head. I needed to talk to Severus, right now.
I checked the staff room first. He wasn't there, but that nasty bitch McGonagal was. Dried up old hag. Wanted to know what I needed Professor Snape for.
Told her to mind her own fucking business, and headed for his office. My feet were light and quick on this familiar path of shortcuts through the castle, down to Severus's classroom.
The classroom door was open; Snape nowhere in sight, but his office door was closed. I closed the classroom door, locked it for good measure, and rushed to his office door. I knocked impatiently. What the fuck was taking him so god damn long to answer the door? I knocked again, a little harder this time, and before my fist was done pounding, the door opened, and I almost punched my godfather in the face. I missed by an inch, however, Severus didn't falter.
"I heard you the first time Draco." he half smiled at me.
"Don't start." I snapped. "Do you have a minute?"
"Always." he opened his office door wider and as I entered I flopped down in the leather arm chair that took up the corner by the door.
"Are we alone?" I asked, well aware that either Dumbledore or the Dark Lord could easily be listening.
"Yes." he stated, sitting in the chair behind his desk. He looked at me puzzled for a moment before asking. "Is everything alright?"
I sighed. "As well as can be expected I suppose." I answered, still half playing the Malfoy role.
"Do you have a question, or is this a social call?" my godfather smirked at me.
"Not really a question. But-" I stopped and studied Severus's face. "I wanted to know if the Headmaster knew about me. And I wanted to know what Blaise talked to you about."
"Yes, the headmaster knows. I doubt there is much that happens in this school he does not know about." Severus looked grim, and then curious. "I would have thought Potter to have taken you to see him by now."
I shook my head in response. "No, we haven't talked about the Order of the Phoenix yet. We haven't had much time to talk, having to keep it secret and all. Unless of course, you think it's a grand idea for Harry and I have our first shag in the middle of the Great Hall." I snorted; the idea not all that unappealing.
"Draco, please, I have no need to hear of you're- er- exploits- with Potter." Severus looked extremely uncomfortable, and I laughed at him.
"You should see your face!" I laughed harder, pointing at him.
"It's not funny." he snapped at me. "It's- it's- embarrassing." My godfather was now blushing.
"And why's that?" I asked, still trying to stifle my laughter.
"Because of his Occlumency lessons as of late."
"You're teaching Harry Occlumency? Why?" I leaned forward in my chair, paying rapt attention to the man in front of me.
"I began teaching Harry Occlumency in your fifth year. Remedial potions?" he raised an eyebrow at me and a light bulb went on over my head. "I have been teaching him Legilimens this year. It's nearly the disaster that his first Occlumency lessons with me were." He shook his head. "I can see right into his mind, and that includes his memories." He gave me a pointed look. "I've seen quite enough of the two of you snogging. So please, can we not discuss it now? I thought you wanted to know what Blaise told me." He changed the subject quickly, still flushed, and avoiding the amused look on my face.
"Yes, I did want to know what Blaise told you, then I can go off and snog Harry again." I smirked.
"Draco, please." he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand before continuing "Blaise came to me with the same concerns you had about joining the Dark Lord. He didn't ask me anything outright, he's not sure if he can trust me, and I don't blame him. I'm a Death Eater, remember?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'll find out what's going on later, he said he wanted to talk to me." I waved the thought away for now. "What I really came here to tell you was that Crabbe told me and Pansy at lunch that he accidentally received a message from his father to the Dark Lord. It has something to do with the school, but I'm not sure what. You know Crabbe; it'll take him a week before he realizes the severity of the object he's got."
Severus's breathing slowed, as if he was trying to keep himself collected. "Do you realize what this could mean Draco?"
I shook my head. "It's not like I got to read the fucking thing, and I'm lucky Crabbe doesn't think before he talks. Anyone could have overheard him for fuck's sake."
"The Dark Lord is intent on making Hogwarts the grounds for what he wants to call 'the final battle'. I just hope he hasn't found a way in." Severus sighed. "I'll have to tell Dumbledore. If we had the letter we would know for sure-"he trailed off, not paying any attention to me.
Something rushed though me. I could get that letter. I sleep about ten feet away from the trunk he threw it in this afternoon. If Crabbe won't realize the importance of said letter in about a week, it'll take him at least that long before he realizes the damn thing's missing.
"I'll get it sir." I blurted.
He snapped his gaze to me. "What?"
I spoke louder this time. "I said I'll get it, sir."
He stared at me, jaw open. "You'll-"
"Get it." I finished. "I can have it for you tomorrow morning." I stood, smiled at my godfather, who sat still gaping at me. "I'll see you before breakfast." I left his office, closing the door behind me.
Harry's POV
I didn't get to talk to Draco all day; he vanished after lunch, only to re-appear in Charms class with a determined look on his face. I need to talk to him. Dumbledore wants me to bring Draco, Ron, and Hermione to his office. He mentioned it in passing when he offered me a malt ball.
It took me forever to track him down after class, he was following close to Crabbe and Goyle, acting like the old Malfoy again. I scowled.
"Doesn't act like he's changed a bit." Ron growled as he watched Draco and his friends trip a group of Hufflepuff first years.
I was about to answer him, tell him that it is a secret after all, that it's not like he's going to scream from the top of the tallest tower that he's snogging Harry Potter and has no intention of becoming a Death Eater, when a group of third year girls walked past real slow-like. They whispered something; giggled, looked at me, giggled some more and rushed off.
"Don't start Ron, I already have to deal with scores of giggling girls." I groaned.
"At least they're paying attention you. I don't even so much as get a glance." Ron scowled, looking in Hermione's direction.
""Like I want them giggling over me. Remember, I'm, as you like to put it, 'gay with Malfoy." I pushed him. "And if you don't stop moping about Hermione and ask her to the Halloween Ball, I'm going to tell her how you feel and then you'll have to put up with your sister, Fred, and George, harassing you because she asked you out first."
He mock glared at me. "You wouldn't." he stated defiantly.
"I would. Try me." I winked at him. "Just remember that I had the balls to pop into Malfoy Manor and kiss Draco before he even knew what the hell was going on. I just might tell Ginny instead and see how fast Hermione finds out."
"Speaking of Draco, Malfoy just split off from his buddies and turned at the next corridor." Ron pointed down the hallway.
"Good. Now all we need is-"
"Hey!"
"Shit!" I swore and jumped in surprise as Hermione appeared behind me.
"I was just saying- never mind. We have to grab Draco. The Headmaster wants to see us."
Hermione nodded, and went into a rant about the newest homework for potions. In addition to finishing the Veritaserum, we were set to the task of researching the many uses of sandalwood. We turned the corner where Draco had departed from his friends, and I, along with Hermione was knocked over by the smirking blonde that stood in the shadows.
"You alright Harry?' he asked, reaching a hand down to help me up.
"You did that on purpose." Ron scowled as he helped Hermione to her feet.
"Shut up Weasel." Draco growled.
I rolled my eyes at both of them. Hermione saw, and nodded in agreement. I don't think the two of them will ever get along. "Can you two stop?" I groaned. "At least until we get done with Dumble-"
"So the Headmaster and great leader of the Order of the Phoenix finally thinks it's time to talk to me?" Draco sneered. "I don't see why I have to speak to him. He's nothing but a nosey, manipulative-"
I saw red, and pushed Draco into the wall. "You told me once to watch what I said about your godfather. Now I'm telling you to watch what you say about Albus Dumbledore." I let him go. "Are we clear?" Looking directly into his eyes, I could see the change from when he went from Draco, to Draco Malfoy.
"Perfectly." he ground out.
There's
secrets in this life
that I can't hide.
The three of us ascended to the headmaster's office. Answering the gargoyles with the words 'malt balls', we entered, knocked and waited for his welcome.
I don't think Draco paid any attention to Dumbledore. Though, as usual, Dumbledore pretended that he was paying the utmost attention. Draco, however, seemed more interested in his fingernails. Well he was until the headmaster mentioned there being an 'us'.
"Am I correct in understanding that there is something going on between-" here Draco interrupted him.
"If you're asking if Harry and I are shagging, the answer is 'not yet." Draco smirked at the headmaster. "But otherwise, yes, there is something going on." he looked over at me; half smiled, and went back to his fingernails.
Can you believe that Hermione actually laughed? I glared daggers at both her and Draco. Ron's face was turning red and I wasn't sure if it was from trying not to laugh or if he was pissed.
Dumbledore continued. "So my information is correct." he smiled at Draco and I in turn. "I am happy for both of you and wish you the happiest of days." He continued with the latest news from the Order, at least, what he trusted Draco to know.
As we left his office, Dumbledore winked at me. "I hope the four of you are planning on attending the Halloween Ball. It should be quite fun."
As soon as the door had closed behind us I turned to Draco
"What in the name of Lillith do you think you're trying to prove?" I glared at him. "What part of what Dumbledore said did you actually listen to?"
"I stopped listening to him a long time ago." Draco waved it off like it was nothing. Nothing!
"Does him having put you under the Order's protection mean nothing to you? Dumbledore has no reason to trust you except my word." I stabbed him in the chest with my finger.
Draco pushed my finger away. "I'm supposed to be grateful that the most nosey, manipulative-" I tried to punch him but he caught my fist. "Stop it Harry. I'm not stupid." then he turned to Hermione and Ron. "Get bent. This is a private argument."
Ron made to protest, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "C'mon Ron, we're going to be late for Hagrid's class. And somebody's got to be able to tell him why Harry's late."
"But Her-"
"I said come on!" She pulled his arm hard and dragged him down the hallway.
Draco still held my fist in his hand. "You don't understand a thing do you." he growled, then dropped my hand. "If I'm going to be fighting with you, I am fighting with you, not the Order. I don't want their protection. Your parent's were under their protection and look what happened to them!"
He was shouting now. He leaned in real close and I thought for a few seconds that he was going to scream in my face. "You may be Dumbledore's man Harry, but I'm my own man." He whispered, then turned and walked away, leaving me shocked, and upset in the hall.
Draco's POV
After the fiasco in the Headmaster's office, I avoided Harry and his friends at all costs for the rest of the day. I had Divination before dinner, then I would eat, spend my time in the tower doing my homework, and then wait until my dorm mates were asleep, and steal the letter from Crabbe's trunk.
Most people think Trelawney's a real hack. I know better. Her true colors don't shine until you get into her sixth year class. And come to find out, I'm pretty damn good at casting Runes.
Very few people take Divination as far as I have. Those lazy fucks don't have the heart in them to find out which branch they excel at. I entered the classroom and greeted Paravati and the four Ravenclaws in the class. Sitting on a pouf, (and by the way may I add that pouf is the most ridiculous fucking word?) I opened my copy of The Book of Runes by Ralph H. Blum. Professor Trelawney entered from her office.
Not even looking at the class, she picked a book from the shelf. "We will be casting our own Runes today. I think it will be a most enlightening experience. When you have your reading ready, I shall come around and hear what the near future may have in store for you." She turned, smiled at us, "You may begin as soon as you are ready." And sat on her favorite pouf.
Somewhere in this darkness
there's
a life that I can't find.
Maybe it's too far away
or maybe I'm just blind,
I sat, eyes closed, breathing slowly, finding my center. When I felt like I was ready to cast my Runes, I reached into the pouch sitting next to me.
My first Rune was Othilia, my second, Perth, and my third was Teiwaz, I scribbled these down in my notebook, and picked up my book to decipher them.
It didn't take me long to translate them, and the reading fucked my mind over so badly that I sat there staring at them for twenty minutes. It wasn't until Professor Trelawney tapped me on the shoulder that I realized I was the last one in the room with her.
"Draco, I see such an interesting spread before you. Please, tell me what you have read." She sat next to me on the floor as I began.
"Othilia is the Rune of Separation. It signifies a separation of an old path, or old way of life. Perth is the Rune of Initiation and Secret Matters. It has associations with the phoenix, and signifies a profound secret. Teiwaz is the Rune of the Warrior. It is a Rune of courage and dedication. Ancient warriors put this Rune on their shields before battle. ." I pointed to each Rune in turn as I explained. The book explanation long forgotten as my brain was putting things together.
Professor Trelawney smiled at me. "You should know that I know of course." I knew this line was major bullshit. She likes to use it on students who know she's not complete rubbish. "However, if you would like to tell me what you believe your reading is referring to, I am more than willing to discuss it with you." She folded her hands in front of her.
"I'm terribly sorry Professor, but if this reading is referring to what I believe it's referring to, then I would rather keep it to myself." I packed up my Runes, notebook and textbook.
"I understand. You'll enjoy yourself at dinner." She smiled again and I took off to the tower to drop my books off, mind still racing.
Othilia- a separation of an old path or old way of life. Here I am, turning away from everything I've ever known, and suddenly on the opposite side than the one I was born onto. Perth- has associations with the phoenix, and signifies a profound secret. Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's pet phoenix, I'm playing the good little Death Eater role to the hilt to my fellow Slytherins, yet I have no plans on joining with them. Teiwaz - courage and dedication. Courage and dedication, so that's what I can blame my sudden desire to transport information from the Death Eaters to the Order. I'm slowly beginning to understand what I have to do. I must have been stupid not to have already seen it.
Fucking Divination class.
Harry glared at me all through the first half of dinner. That's when things got interesting. So interesting in fact, that the Gryffindor table was the center of attention for the entire Great Hall.
"What the hell do you mean I can't ask Hermione to the ball?" the older Creevey boy, Colin or some shit like that's his name, loudly questioned. I looked over to the table and saw Weasley on his feet staring him down. Granger looked confused, and Harry sat smirking behind his red-haired best friend.
"Exactly what I said. You can't ask 'Mione to the ball because she's going with me!" He stopped a second, looked at the girl in question, and asked, "I mean, you are, aren't you?"
Her mouth stood open and she stared at Weasley like he'd grown two heads for a second before she answered. "Yes I am."
Weasley turned back to Creevey. "See? She's going with me, so piss off." Creevey went back to his seat, and Weasley sat back down. The Great Hall was still silent.
"Ron, you didn't have to yell-" Granger started, but was cut off when Weasley reached over, pulled her to him, and kissed the hell out of her right there in the great hall.
"Bloody hell! Did you see that?" Crabbe poked me. "Fucking Gryffindors get away with everything." Goyle nodded in agreement.
"If that'd been you and Pansy, you both would have gotten a detention."
"MmHmm. I mumbled, still watching the scene. After Weasley pulled away from Granger, both of them blushing, Harry leaned across the table and handed Longbottom some galleons.
After that, the rest of dinner was insufferably dull. I had to listen to Pansy blather on and on about her new robes for the ball, did she mention she was going with Goyle?
"So Draco darling, who are you going to ask?" she asked.
I scowled. "Anyone I feel like." I answered, a very Malfoy response. "I may just go stag and see who I can coax to come away with me." I grinned at that thought, thinking of Harry.
Harry's POV
Ron and Hermione took off after dinner upstairs into the boy's dormitory to talk about a few things. I waited until I knew they were deep in conversation (and I know they weren't snogging, I know at least Hermione would want to talk first) before I turned to Colin.
"Thanks, I hated to lose to Neville, but Ron was starting to get on my nerves." Colin grinned at me in response.
"Not a problem. You weren't the only one who had to listen to it." He sat in one of the chairs in front of the fire and I sat across from him. "So who are you going to ask to the ball?"
I frowned. "I don't know. I don't think I'm going to ask anyone." I sighed. "But if I wanted to, it's not like there's a shortage of girls."
Colin laughed at that before getting up and picking up his bag. "I suppose I should start on this mountain of homework. Merlin, N.E.W.T. classes are a bitch."
"Wait till next year, it doesn't get any easier." I kicked the bag of books next to me. Colin laughed again and headed up to the sixth year boy's dorms. I sighed and looked down at the pile of books sitting next to me. "Might as well get started." I muttered to myself.
So hold me when I'm here
right
me when I'm wrong.
Hold me when I'm scared
and love me when I'm gone.
I rubbed my neck. It was starting to get stiff. I finished my Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology homework. I was now working on Potions. I hate potions. I glanced up at the clock and did a double-take. Three-thirty in the morning. I snapped my book shut, the essay wasn't due till Monday and I had all weekend to finish it. I stood, stretched, and picked up my bag.
Upstairs, my dorm mates were asleep. Ron snored from his bed and I suppressed a laugh when he muttered ' 'Mione.' in his sleep. My stomach rumbled. It was late; there wouldn't really be anyone around…. It growled again. I made my decision, grabbed my invisibility cloak, the map, and headed out of the tower.
There was no one in the halls. I didn't even see Mrs. Norris. I made my way down to the kitchens, tickled the pear, and was greeted promptly by a wrinkly, round head, bat-like ears, and the screech of:
"Harry Potter sir! Oh Dobby is so pleased you have come to visit!"
I spend at least a half hour in there. Dobby wanted to talk, and the other elves just kept brining me food, even after I insisted to them that I was full and couldn't eat another bite. By the time I was able to get out of the kitchen portrait it was nearly quarter after four. I glanced at my map, just in case someone happened to be wandering around this early in the morning, a professor perhaps, on their way to get their morning coffee.
There on the map, in the little tower where Draco and I sometimes meet late at night, was a dot labeled "Draco Malfoy".
I quickly wrapped my cloak around me and made way to the tiny tower, though I wasn't sure why. The door was half open and I could see Draco's white-blonde hair glowing in the moonlight. He was staring out into the early morning.
"I was hoping you'd show up." He turned to me, I wasn't even aware he knew I was present. My cloak should have covered all of me.
I whipped it off. "How did you know I was here?" I asked.
"You bumped the door on the way in." he half smiled.
"What are you doing up here?" I half snapped at him, remembering our earlier argument.
"I need a reason to be here?" he cocked an eyebrow at me, then sighed. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound like an asshole."
"You are one." I shot back.
Draco stood and stepped close to me. "Don't act all high and mighty. I waited here for you so I could say I was sorry. But if you're going to be 'The Great Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived', then I won't bother." He made to push past me but I stopped him.
"Draco, stop. I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't say you're sorry. You have no reason to be." He sighed again and sat back down on the little window seat, leaving just enough space for me to sit next to him, which I did.
"Look, Harry, I was wrong. I had no real reason to say that shit about Dumbledore. I just got my head all turned around, what with practically being a spy for you." He leaned his head on my shoulder.
I have to admit its a little weird when Draco gets cuddly. Yet, when he touches me, even the slightest, I can think of nothing else but him.
"I just wanted to tell you that there's going to be times when it's hard." he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "I can't always be who I really am, even though you showed me I'm not Junior Death Eater of the Year. I still have to play my part."
Staring at him didn't help me understand what he was saying, I was still confused. "Draco-"
"No more talking, no more arguing tonight. I came here to say I'm sorry. I said it, now let's just-"
"Snog uncontrollably?" I interrupted.
Draco grinned wickedly. "I was going to say enjoy each other's company, but-" he leaned in closer "-I can handle snogging uncontrollably." Then his lips were on mine.
Draco's POV
After the sun rose, Harry and I left the tiny tower, he under the cover of his invisibility cloak, and me on my way to Severus's office. The letter from Crabbe's trunk stolen away in one of the pockets of my robes.
"Good morning sir." I welcomed him as I stepped inside.
"Good morning Draco." he smiled at me. "Are you going to Hogsmead this weekend for a costume?" The idle chit-chat was simply a mandatory thing. Not like either of us give a crap about this bullshit.
"Yes. I'm looking forward to it." as I said this, I reached into my robes and removed the envelope I'd pilfered from my dorm mate's trunk. "I have something for you sir." and set it on his desk.
My godfather didn't say anything for awhile. He sat, looking alternately at me, then the letter on his desk. "I didn't think you were serious Draco. I thought that you had meant- it doesn't matter what I thought. Thank you."
I shrugged. "Not a big deal." I turned away from him and left the office, leaving the door open behind me. There was someone I needed to talk to, now.
Everything
I am
and
everything in me
Wants to be the one
you wanted me to be.
It didn't take me long to track down the person I was looking for. The conversation was brief, and as I walked away, I felt like I was doing something right for the first fucking time ever. I glanced at the time as I passed the clock in the main entry hall. Breakfast was already half over; I needed to hurry if I didn't want anyone thinking I'd done anything more than spent a few extra minutes in the shower to jerk off.
I groaned when that thought raced through my head. I am, well, was, after all, the most sexually active person in my whole house, and I haven't had sex in, let me think here, three months. Fuck me, I don't get it. If Harry was a girl I'd have had him bend over and begging by now.
I scowled as I entered the Great Hall, what the hell has gotten into me? I shook my head, the table was full when I arrived there, but they moved when I approached.
"What took you so long?" Goyle inquired, his mouth still full of half chewed eggs.
"Could you be any more disgusting you fat stupid blob?" I growled at him. "Try swallowing before you talk to people."
"You're awfully pissy this morning." Blaise drawled. "When was the last time you got laid?"
"Piss off." I glared at him.
"Why haven't you found a new girlfriend anyway?" Crabbe put down his fork. Somewhere over the summer he developed table manners. "I mean, you're one horny son-of-a-bitch."
I shrugged. "Maybe I don't want a girlfriend. Maybe I've got other things on my mind." I looked down the table and asked, "Hey Pansy, can you pass the pancakes?", thus ending the conversation.
After breakfast, the older students met in the courtyard so the third years could hand in their permission slips, and they could give us the usual 'behave yourselves' lecture. You know the one I'm talking about, 'you set an example for all of Hogwarts students. One person behaves badly, it reflects upon us all.' etc. etc.
As the crowd of students dispersed, splitting up into smaller groups of friends, I separated from the Slytherins. Of course they were all too busy to notice that I vanished. The girls were being typical bitches, talking about the ball this, the ball that. No wonder I'm queer. They guys were involved in Quittich; they wouldn't notice I wasn't here until after they got the girls out of the clothes shop. That could take for fucking ever.
I headed straight for the Hog's Head. I sat in a table near the back, ordered a Firewhiskey, and waited.
It took about twenty minutes for the party I was expecting to enter the bar. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Longbottom, Luna, and the little Weasley(whose name fails me) trooped inside and headed straight for me.
I stood in greeting, bowed slightly, and in the most elegant manner, "Delighted you could join me." I smiled. Being a Malfoy was good for something, charm.
"Make it quick Malfoy or I'll rip off you head." Ron growled. Hermione smacked his arm, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Don't be impatient." I snapped. "Now then," I turned to Hermione. "Miss Granger, will you start this little meeting?"
She nodded and began. "Yesterday morning Vincent Crabbe received a not from the Dark Lord to his father on accident. The letter is currently in the hands of and Order Member, thanks to a certain blonde Slytherin."
Harry looked over at me suddenly, but didn't say anything. Hermione continued.
"Draco's got this idea, I think it's wonderful. But it'll be very dangerous for anyone involved." The table was quiet. No one spoke; I felt every one of them staring at me.
"How dangerous?" asked Luna.
"It could cost someone their life." I answered bluntly.
"Why should we trust you Malfoy?" Neville spoke up from his seat next to (what the fuck is her name?) the little Weasley.
"Either do or don't, I don't give a fuck. All you need to know is that I'm on Harry's side." I shot at him.
"Let's hear your plan Draco." Luna interjected. "After all, it can't hurt to hear it, can it?"
"I s'pose not." Ron groaned. "Sitting in a bar, listing to Malfoy. What the hell is wrong with me?" He hit himself in the head, reached over, and took a drink out of my mug without even asking.
He sputtered, his face turned red, he stopped breathing for five seconds, and fought the battle to suck air. I love Firewhiskey virgins.
"Is-is that- is that Firewhiskey?" he finally sputtered.
I laughed. "You- your face- wish I'd had a camera! Perfect!"
""You're a prefect Draco! How could you?" Hermione looked hurt, and for some reason it made me feel slightly guilty, but only slightly.
"Easy, I walked up to the bar and ordered it." I smirked. "You made me change the subject Weasley."
Harry handed his friend a butterbeer. "This will smooth you out." he told him.
"Anyway, before Weasley interrupted, my idea." I took a deep breath. "You guys have worked on training a small army as the DA. That's something the Dark Lord doesn't have. Yes, he's got the junior Death Eaters, but they're not trained like the DA. They haven't practiced hexes and curses like you have. But they will get involved. They will fight in this. You guys formed this group, but you have yet to use it to its full potential."
"What the hell are you talking about? Stop circling the idea and just tell us what it bloody is!" Weasley's little sister had a temper as fiery as her hair.
"Calm down. I'm getting to it." I leaned back in my chair and took a slug of my drink. "Let me ask you something. Why aren't you already in the Order?"
Weasley scowled. "Because we're not old enough and out of school."
"You?" I asked Longbottom.
"Same." he replied.
"Same" the little Weasley.
"Same" Luna.
"Same." Hermione.
"Same." Harry.
"This is my idea. The junior Death Eater's are the eyes and ears for the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. We need to be gathering information; we need to be getting ready for this. Why don't you make the DA a junior Order?"
"That's kinda what we are." Harry looked confused.
"Students go places no professor does. Harry, you know that." I nodded at him. "This morning I turned over the letter Crabbe received to Snape. There's proof right there. There's so mush that we could accomplish that the Order can't."
Hermione joined in the explanation again. "Draco's volunteering to be a spy. But he wants nothing to do with the actual Order. I agree with him. We can't join because of our educational status, but it doesn't mean we can't do something. We can gather information, and choose a professor from the Order to pass things onto."
"Not Dumbledore." I interjected. "No offence Harry, but I can't trust him like you do yet. But I would trust Professor Snape. I'm already ordered to report to him since I am the leader of the Dark Lord's junior squad and I already have to report to him for that."
Harry scowled, but nodded.
I'll never let you down
even
if I could.
I'd give up everything
if only for your good.
"That's it, that's your plan?" the little Weasley growled.
"Yes." I stated.
"And you want to spy for us while you lead the junior Death Eaters around school?" Longbottom gave me a look of disbelief.
"That's the general idea." I leaned back in my char. "Besides, they're all a bunch of morons. They'll never even think to question my loyalty."
"Do you think we should vote on it?" Hermione asked quietly.
'Yes." Harry answered.
"Alright, those of you who feel that Draco's idea is a good one, raise your hand."
Six hands went up. I stared at them in shock. "Just like that?" They're so willing to trust me. Maybe Gryffindors aren't really that bad. (I mentally smacked myself for that thought.)
They nodded though. Then the conversation changed. Hermione said she had to buy a new robe for the ball, both the little Weasley (still can't remember her name) and Luna got up with her to shop. I'll never fucking understand girls.
After they left, Weasley turned to me. "I shouldn't have to say this, but being Harry's best friend, I gotta. If you hurt him Malfoy, I'll rip out your heart."
"Christ Ron! Do you have to embarrass me?" Harry groaned.
I laughed. "Don't worry about it Weasley. I'm giving up my whole world for him. I don't think I'd hurt him after that." I stood, leaned down to kiss Harry's cheek even though we were in a half public setting, tipped an imaginary hat to Weasley and walked out the door.
The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully, well not completely. I did meet Harry in our tower for a very enjoyable snog session Saturday night.
It was Monday morning when I got the letter from my father.
Draco-
I will be arriving Monday afternoon to speak with you. I have arranged for you to met me in the Hog's Head at one o'clock. You will be there.
Your father
Lucious Malfoy.
Fuck. The last person I wanted to see right now. My Father. I'll bet you any number of things that he's here to convince me to take the Dark Mark over the Christmas holiday.
Double Transfiguration was slow, lecture day. We got to listen to McGonagal blather on and on about what we do to conjure food.
I hate this class.
Lunchtime rolled around still too quickly for my liking. When my headed for the Great Hall, I headed for the Entrance Hall. I made my way quickly to the Hog's Head and spotted my father almost immediately. He was sitting in the very same spot I had sat yesterday.
He greeted me when I approached. "Ah, Draco, you're here. I took the liberty of ordering you a whiskey." he indicated the chair I should sit in. I took my seat.
"Thank you." I responded, sipping the glass.
"How are your classes?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Fairly well." I set my glass down. "Have you heard Parkinson's ridiculous idea?"
Father took a drink of his own glass and set it down. "You may be referring to the idea she has that you are a traitor?"
"What other ridiculous notions has she come up with lately? Of course that's the one." I snorted.
"Yes, I have heard it. That is why I am here today. You have withdrawn yourself Draco. The Slytherin house needs you to lead them."
It's a game I play with him. What's the correct answer? How long will it be before he thinks I'm being a smartass and he decks me? Well, let's see, shall we?
"Lead them? No, order them around is more like it. Not that issuing them commands does any good. I tell them to lay low and they don't. I tell them to back off of me and they don't.-" before I could play my new role to the hilt, Father smacked my left cheek. Not hard, but enough to catch my attention.
"I did not ask for excuses, I asked for you to explain yourself." his voice was low and cool. If I didn't say this just right, I was going to be in for some serious pain.
"I am trying Father. I asked them to back off so I could do some research. I can't lead them very well if I don't know what I'm doing can I?" I raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Wouldn't make a very good leader, or first draft choice if I didn't, now would I?"
"Your point is taken." He stood. "Now you must excise me son, I have other matters to attend to as well this afternoon."
When
your education x-ray
cannot
see under my skin.
I won't tell you a damn thing
that I could not tell my friends.
He shook my hand, finished his drink in one fell swig, and left the bar in a flurry of robes.
I sighed. This was my idea? I'm a fucking moron. I finished my drink slowly before returning to the castle.
Harry's POV
We had hashed out a few more details about the new direction of the DA after lunch. Apparently Draco had laid an entire plan out before Hermione, and she could find no reason not to go through with it, and no flaws. Not all of the DA would be involved in this movement, just the seven of us that met in Hogsmead. He would report to Snape, and lead the junior squad of Death Eaters on a pointless mission.
"Why'd he volunteer for this when he knows his dad will kill him if he finds out?" Ron wondered aloud.
"I don't know." I answered him. Hermione laughed.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked her.
"Oh nothing. It's just that I figured something out." she shook her head and picked up a piece of paper off one of the desks in the room. "Did you know that Neville has a huge crush on Ginny?" she turned to us. "Look, it's a poem he was trying to write!"
"So what? Neville's a good guy." Ron shrugged. "Good luck to him though. My sister's about as bad as a guy when it comes to those kind of things."
"I resent that!" I shot at him. "If you say that guys don't like a little romance, then I'll hex you!" I laughed at him, pulling out my wand.
Ron reached for his as well. "Well maybe it's only gay guys that like romance!"
I threw a tickling jinx at him, he threw a trip jinx at me, we both fell over laughing.
"Boys." Hermione shook her head at us.
"I have plans to meet with Draco in our tower tonight. There's something I want to do." I stood, and let my jinx off of Ron.
"This sounds awfully a lot like boy talk." Hermione said.
"It is." I told her. "Sorry."
"I don't mind. I have some reading to do anyway. I'm off to the library." She smiled at both of us, gave Ron's hand a small squeeze and left.
Ron looked at me, still laying on the floor. "Is this something I want to hear about, or just something I need to hear about weather I want to or not?" he grimaced. "It's about your sex life with Malfoy isn't it?"
I threw a pillow from Dean's bed at him. "Yes! Now shut up and do the best friend thing and tell me what to do!"
"What to do? What do you mean, what to do?" his face went white, eyes wide, and he sputtered: "Holy shit! You want to shag him?"
I looked at the floor. I could feel my cheeks flaming.
"Uh… yeah."
"Oh." came his blunt reply to that. He stood there, looking shocked for about three minutes before he spoke again. "I'm going to pretend that Draco is a girl okay? Just so my head doesn't explode with the thought of-"
Face hot, I interrupted him, "Actually, it might be better if you thought of me as the girl."
"WHAT!"
"Well, It's just that-" I blushed harder, feeling like my face was on fire I responded, "I want him to be on top."
"You mean you're going to let Malfoy- no, I can't even say it." he put his hands over his ears and shook his head.
"Then I'll say. I want Draco to shag me, I want him to-"
"STOP!" Ron screamed at me. "Sorry," he calmed himself when I didn't finish my sentence. "I mean, I really don't care that you want him to- whatever- I just don't want to hear the details. I bet 'Mione'd be good for that." He turned back and looked at me. "How'd you come to that conclusion about your sex life with Malfoy?"
"It'd be just un-Malfoy of him to have it any other way. I know it. Not that I think he's arrogant about it or anything, but it wouldn't be like him to let me top him. And that's part of why I love him." My face still flushed, I stared at the ground.
"I'm so going to pretend you didn't just say that." Ron went back to changing into his pajamas.
Now roaming through this darkness
I'm
alive but I'm alone.
Part of me is fighting this
but part of me is gone.
The whole way up to the tower, I shook. I haven't been this nervous since the first time I played Quittich. He was already sitting there in the moonlight when I opened the door. I whisked off my cloak and he greeted me with a light kiss.
"One of these day's you have to show me how you do that." he whispered. "You're late."
"I am not." I kissed him a little harder.
"Yes you are, by thirty seconds." He kissed me back, tracing my lips with his tongue, then opening his mouth to taste me.
"You're so-" but my words were lost when he kissed me fully. I wrapped my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his hair. He pushed me against the wall, kissing down my neck and collar bone.
"Merlin Harry, don't you ever know when to shut up?" He kissed me again, crushing my body to him. I could feel his hard-on digging into my thigh.
Hands touching each other, mouths tasting, I unclasped his robes and moments later mine joined his on the floor. Shirts were discarded, though I'm not sure at what point in time.
Still pinned against the wall, Draco reached for the zipper on my pants, my foggy head, filled with erotic images of what would probably happen next, snapped back into reality when I realized he'd stopped and was staring at me.
"Something wrong?" I breathed.
"No, just- are you sure?" Sure of what he didn't ask, nor did he need to.
"Gods yes." I groaned, pulling him closer to me. "Gods yes." I kissed him deeply as he continued with his prior mission of removing the last article of offending clothes. When they joined the rest of the pile, he stepped back and looked me over.
"Who'd have guessed that Harry Potter goes commando." As he stared at me, making me feel slightly embarrassed, I blushed. He pulled me back into his embrace, the cotton of his school pants feeling almost harsh against my bare skin.
He bit me, the pain of it confused into pleasure, and I moaned. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, tearing at the button and zipper to his pants, they slid off his hips, pooling at his feet. He kicked them off, and I was vaguely aware that somewhere, somehow, we'd removed our shoes.
Pressing me into the wall again he ground into me, eliciting moans of pleasure, and desired relief from both of us.
"Draco-" I half whispered, "I want-"
He didn't let me finish, cutting me off with a kiss, lifting my legs around his waist, pressing into me.
Draco's POV
It felt like I crashed into him. I haven't ever felt like this, overwhelmed by feeling. Fucking girls was all tactical; I knew what to do to them to make them scream. Harry was different, his skin drove me insane, his scent aroused me, the fact that his legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted him entranced me.
Pure fucking bliss, it's the only way to describe it. He actually came before I did, without ever even touching himself, letting lose with a scream as he did.
Harry is a screamer.
When I came, I collapsed against him, moaning his name. I let him down so he could stand, however, his legs didn't seem to want to work and he almost fell to the ground before I caught him.
He didn't say anything as I leaned on him leaning on the wall, both of us desperately trying to catch our breath. I looked at him, his face flushed, both of us sticky with his cum.
"You're gorgeous." I whispered. He kissed me lightly in response.
"If I'm sore tomorrow, I'm totally blaming you." He replied, a light silly grin on his face.
"You do that." I told him. Looking behind us at our pile of clothing I grinned, the emblems on our robes for our houses lay next to each other, and for some fucked up reason, I couldn't see that as a problem.
We sat there, snuggled against each other's nakedness until the sun started to peek up over the windowsill.
"Shit." I stood and went to the window, sitting on that tiny fucking window seat, looking out over the lake. "Harry, come here."
He stood and joined me, sitting in front of me so I could wrap my arms around him.
"We should both go." he whispered.
"Not yet." I told him. "I want to watch the sunrise with you." I smiled at him; he smiled back and leaned into my chest, both of us taking in the glow of the warming sun.
So
hold me when I'm here
right
me when I'm wrong.
Hold me when I'm scared
and love me when I'm gone.
We dressed after the sun was up, I kissed him again before we went our separate ways, he, back to the Gryffindor tower, and I back to the den of snakes.
I sat at breakfast after a short nap; the conversation seemed cheerful, as usual.
"Where were you last night Draco?" Crabbe asked, again, his mouth full of food.
"How many fucking times to I have to tell you not to talk with your mouth full!" I shot at him. "And for your information, it's none of your fucking business where I was last night."
"Will you look at Potter?" Pansy snorted. "He looks like he's glowing!"
"Bet he got laid." Goyle muttered.
"What girl in their right mind would touch a skinny mop haired piece of shit like him? I mean besides other Gryffindorks, and as far as I know, he's not seeing anyone." Pansy scoffed at this and continued eating.
I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Blaise asked, a confused look on his face.
"Potter and a girl? Please Pansy, show a little intelligence here. Potter is fucking gay." I snorted, trying to stop myself from laughing.
"Oh." Came her response.
When I stopped laughing, and recovered form oxygen deficiency, I looked at my fellow seventh years.
"You all know what task I have been assigned to." They nodded. "Very well then, I suppose we should get this ball rolling. I've been dong some research; and I think we're about ready to begin."
Smiles came forth from them, even Blaise, who had enough sense after our most recent conversation, last night before I went to meet Harry, to play his part. Breakfast went on as usual from that point on.
I spread the word after breakfast that upcoming initiates to the Death Eaters should meet me on the Quittich pitch after lunch. Separated from my classmates, and headed for my godfather's chambers.
The door was open when I arrived at his office. Father was here. I stood outside the doorway, like I was taught when I was younger. My father noticed me before Severus did.
"Draco." he greeted me as he stood, my cue to enter the room.
"Father, sir." I addressed my godfather formally in my father's presence.
"What can I do for you boy." The tone of voice Severus reserves especially for me not evident here in the least. His tone was the same curt tone he used in the classroom and during meetings.
"I am here to report sir." I stood at half attention, kicking the door behind me closed. My father sat up straighter in his chair and paid rapt attention to what I might say next.
"I came to tell you that the junior squad will begin its meetings today."
"You are done with your research?" Father questioned in that tone of his, the dangerous tone that says I might be treading on thin ice.
"Yes sir, I am. I believe I am now ready to attend to the task you have entrusted to me." I tried to remember that one wrong word, and I'd be wearing the bruise for a week.
"It took you long enough." Severus snapped.
"I apologize for my transgression in speed. However, I did not wish to begin this endeavor unprepared." I folded my hands in front of me. This was going to be easier than I thought. I turned directly to my father to put the icing on this bullshit cake.
"Father, I also wished to apologize for my seeming resistance this past summer. When you asked this task of me, I was unready, I regret that I had such-" I searched for a suitable word, then spit it out as hard as I could, "-weakness."
He raised his left eyebrow at me, then smiled. I smiled back.
"Is there anything else?" my father inquired.
"No sir. I will report to Professor Snape at least once a week to keep him, and therefore you, informed."
He nodded to that before dismissing me. "Good, I look forward to updates on your progress."
I left, and it wasn't until after I had gotten back to the common room that I felt my stomach drop out beneath me. I just lied to my father's face. I fucking lied to his face and I got away with it. I needed to rejoice. I had to find Harry!
Everything I am
and
everything in me.
Wants to be the one
you
wanted me to be,
Ill never let you down
even
if I could.
I'd give up everything
if only for your good.
I tore through the halls, knowing that he and his friends would be coming out of their tower, or else I'd just missed them. In that case they'll be just down the hall. I rounded the corner and ran into the youngest Weasley (and fucked if I still can't remember her name).
"Weasley!" I picked her up off the floor and she glared at me.
"I have a name you know!" she shot at me.
I felt bashful, as if my mother had just yelled at me. "I- I'm sorry." I looked down at the floor and picked a book she had missed. "But since I'm the stupid git you think I am, I've forgotten your name. That is if I had ever bothered to learn it in the first place." The last part came out in the Malfoy drawl. I couldn't help it! She's kinda adorable when she's angry, you know, like a kitten you just want to laugh at?
"It's Ginny you dick!" she screamed. Fucking Christ this girl had a set of lungs on her.
Harry came out of the portrait just then, followed closely by Ron and Hermione. As soon as I saw my raven haired lover, I grabbed him by the arm and ran down the hallway with him, oblivious of the strange looks given to me dragging him down the hall by nosy, gossiping bitches.
"Draco!" I stopped and he ran into me, almost, but not quite knocking me over.
"I did it; I managed to lie right to his face." I was babbling- but fucked if I cared, I just wanted Harry to bask with me in the light. "I mean right to his fucking face Harry!"
"Stop! What the hell are you talking about? You're not making any sense!" Harry stared at me as I ranted on for a few more seconds before collecting myself.
"My father Harry. I'm starting the junior Death Eater meetings today, I went to tell Severus-" here I continued on to inform him of the entire scene, almost word for word. "But to his face Harry! I've never been able to do that before!"
He grinned at me. "Outstanding. So it begins." He kissed me fervently, "I do have to go to class you know. And so do you." Kissing me lightly on the lips once more before leaving, Harry collected himself and went back in the direction I'd abducted him from.
Realizing I was going to be late to Transfiguration, no matter how I looked at it, I raced back tot the Slytherin tower to collect my books and rush to class.
Late as I expected, I took the loss of house points rather graciously, throwing the old hag off her loop for a few seconds before I took my seat.
I stared at the back of Harry's head through class. I'll copy notes from either Pansy or Blaise later. It can only get harder from here on in. I'm a little frightened, fuck that, I'm scared as shit. I don't know how Harry does this.
On the way out of class, I 'accidentally bumped' into Harry and his friends.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy!" he snarled at me, only I could see the humor in his eyes.
"You're the one who has to wear glasses, so if it's somebody's fault in vision, it's yours." I pushed him, at the same time putting a note in his robes that read: Tonight, our tower…midnight
As I walked away, joined by Pansy and Goyle, I smiled.
"What's so funny Drake?" Pansy asked in the most sickeningly sweet voice. Apparently she's decided to get back on my good side after this morning's announcement.
"Just that Potter doesn't know what he's getting himself into." I grinned at the double meaning. Bitch thought I was talking about the Dark Lord. I was talking about my heart.
So
hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when
I'm scared,
you
won't always be there,
So love me when I'm gone.
Love me when
I'm gone.
A/N
Holy shit! Yes, the chapter is finally up, (does a little happy dance) for those waiting, I love you, for those of you perhaps just stumbling onto this… Hello and salutations!
The Book of Runes is a real book, and Ralph H Blum is the author and if you have interest in forms of Divination and have found Tarot cards to really not be your thing, check it out. All Rune information has been slightly edited for space, but the general idea of the Runes is still there. And it is all correct too.
Draco is the one who couldn't remember Ginny's name, not me.
I'm so terribly sorry this took me so long! I had to move into school and all that jazz, got a new computer (it's a Sony vaio) and the faeries took me on a crazy ride.
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