Here we go, another chapter. About time! I have the whole story completed in notes, it's just a question of actually writing it which sucks because the Yule Ball is kicking my arse and being uncooperative but hopefully I can get that finished today. God knows I've been trying to write it for a month. I don't currently have a beta so please forgive mistakes! Enjoy!
Hanna xoxo
Chapter Six
Harry looked around as he entered the room for the Weighing of the Wands ceremony. It didn't really look like much of a ceremony. It was very informal. Just an old classroom that wasn't being used. He could see the other champions chatting with their headmasters or the press in Cedric's case. Both Crouch and Bagman were there, along with Mr Ollivander, chatting to Dumbledore.
"Harry!" Rita Skeeter cried, throwing out her arms for a hug, an enormous grin spreading across her face.
"Auntie Rita!" Harry mimicked teasingly as he embraced her warmly. "How have you been?"
"I have been fabulous, darling!" She told him as she pulled back to get a good look at him. "Well, look at you! Growing up so beautifully! I remember you, running round the house at nine years old, telling everyone you were going to be a superhero."
Harry felt his cheeks flame and glared at Cedric for laughing at him.
"Not that any of us knew what a superhero was." Cedric put in, enjoying his little brother's misery.
"Auntie Rita!" Harry moaned, pouting at them. "I know you live for my mortification but just for today can you not bring up all the silly things I did when I was little. It wouldn't do to faint because all my blood keeps rushing to my face."
"Oh, we're only teasing." She said as she pulled him into another hug. She really did care very deeply for the Diggory brothers. When the headmaster had no luck trying to revoke the adoption, he went to the papers to tell them where Harry was. Hoping that if the Death Eaters knew his location and maybe even attacked, it would force the Diggorys to realise that Harry needed the protection of the blood wards with the Dursleys. At least that was what everyone assumed his intention had been, unless it had been done purely out of spite.
While Rita hadn't known for sure that was his plan, she'd strongly suspected. She knew the danger the Diggory's would be in if the story of the adoption was published, at least while Harry was that young. It was common knowledge that not every Death Eater had been caught. She'd immediately gone to her editor and convinced him that running a story like that could be suicide for the paper.
A story like that would cause problems for the new family and they might be unwilling to have anything to do with the paper again after that, but if they kept everything quiet then maybe, when Harrison was older, they'd be open to a few interviews. The Editor had agreed, albeit reluctantly, but Rita didn't really care as long as she got the Vow from him to keep the Boy-Who-Lived out of the paper until he hit Hogwarts.
After that she'd gone to the Diggorys to explain what Dumbledore had tried to do and the steps she'd taken to prevent that. She'd also given the suggestion of signing an exclusive contract to Daily Prophet. It would mean that no other paper or magazine could print anything about the family until Harry's first year either.
The family had been wary but they saw the merit of the idea. With the Prophet not printing about Harry, and the other papers unable to print, they wouldn't have to worry about the world knowing Harry's business until he was at least eleven. It had worked as well.
Their relationship had progressed much the same as the one Cornelius had with the boys. An attachment that had grown as they watched both boys grow up and was now as solid as it would be if they were actually her blood nephews.
"Now, Harry." Rita started with a concerned look on her face. He didn't believe it for a second. "You need to be honest with me here. Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Harry chuckled, he should have expected that question, but he felt his face heat up all the same. "No, Auntie Rita, I am pathetically single I'm afraid."
She gasped dramatically. "Are these Hogwarts boys blind? It really doesn't say much about this school if they are too stupid to see how beautiful you are! What about the boys from the other schools? Surely one of them must have shown an interest or do we have a whole generation of idiots to contend with?"
By now they had attracted the attention of everyone in the room, which included Viktor much to Harry's embarrassment. Cedric was doubled over laughing, tears streaming down his face. Harry was tempted to kick him, hard, but to do that he would probably have to take his face out of his hands and that wasn't something he was going to do until he was completely certain his blush had disappeared.
"Auntie Rita!" Harry interrupted loudly before she actually went and asked someone from the other schools if they were stupid for not showing interest in Harry. She really would do it. The woman had no shame. "Tell me what you've been doing recently. It's been ages since we had a real conversation."
"Well," She started, thoroughly distracted now she was talking about herself, much to Harry amusement. "I have been nominated for another Golden Quill award."
Before the conversation could continue Dumbledore called everyone to their seats though not without a glare at Rita, obviously less than thrilled with the relationship between the two brothers and the reporter. Harry and Cedric sat down after offering the reporter a quick 'congratulations'.
The ceremony itself was actually rather boring for the most part, though Harry and Cedric were both grateful that Ollivander kept the truth about Harry's wand to himself. Even Rita didn't know that Harry's wand was the brother to Lord Voldemort's. The wand-maker even complimented the brothers on how well cared for their wands were.
After that it had been time for photos which Harry had hated, especially as he had been at the centre of most of them, being the youngest and shortest. Though the others didn't mind, they were rather amused watching Harry argue with Rita about where he should be placed and they struggled to contain their amusement every time Rita got her own way.
Things had broken up quickly after that. All the adults rather busy making final arrangements for the First Task that was taking place in two days time.
"Harry, dear." Rita stopped him before he could leave. "Do you think I could trouble you and Cedric for a bit of an interview, give me your thoughts on how the tournament is going?"
Cedric chuckled as he came to stand next to he brother. "Nothing's happened for the tournament yet, Auntie Rita."
"You've already covered everything." Harry told her with smile. "Come see us after the first task and we'll tell you what we thought about it, okay?"
"Okay." Rita sighed, jutting her lip out in an exaggerated pout. She gave the boys one last hug before leaving the room with her photographer, already discussing the page layout for when the article came out.
"Cedric! 'Arrison!" Fleur called before they could leave. The brothers turned to see that they and the other two champions were the only people left in the room.
"We haff something to tell you." Viktor said gruffly, his eyes firmly on Harry with what looked like worry swirling in them.
"Thee first task," Fleur started, clearly rather unnerved with what she had to say. "Eet ees dragons."
Harry and Cedric's mouths dropped open. They couldn't be serious. The school wouldn't arrange something that deadly, would they?
"They are being kept in the forest." Viktor told them, reading the disbelief on their faces rather easily. "Both Maxime and Karkaroff haff seen them."
Harry couldn't hear anything after that. Dragons. They had to go against fucking dragons! What could the Ministry possibly be thinking or are they not thinking at all? Even Dumbledore, who was supposedly the greatest wizard alive, would struggle getting past a bloody dragon! And they expected eighteen year olds to manage it for their entertainment! Not to mention, Harry the surprise champion, the youngest champion!
He was going to die, he just knew it.
Harry felt his knees give out as soon as he walked back into the champion's tent. That had been easy. It had been terrifying and every second out there Harry was sure the dragon would change her mind and eat him, but ultimately it had been rather easy. And it had only taken minutes.
It had been Hermione that suggested just talking to the dragon. Harry had looked at her as though she was crazy at first but she'd proved him wrong. In their second year, when she'd discovered Harry was a Parselmouth, she'd decided to research everything she could find about the 'dark' gift.
It had been speculated that, as dragons were ultimately just large lizards and lizards were distantly related to snakes, a dragon may be able to understand Parseltongue. They couldn't speak it, their tongues didn't move the right way to form the hissing sounds but there was a chance they could understand the language or at least get the gist of it.
But there hadn't been a recorded Parselmouth for the a few hundred years until Harry came along so no one had been able to test out the theory. There was the Dark Lord of course but no one out there was brave or stupid enough to ask for his help in researching the matter.
So Harry had decided to at least give it a try. It would have been much easier to plan had they known what the actual task was but the only thing any of the champions knew was that it involved dragons. So Harry had practised his summoning charms as well, just in case he needed to move quickly, he was never faster than when he was on his broom.
Harry had found himself staring in horror at the miniature figurine of the Hungarian Horntail wondering how in the Hell he was going to convince a nesting dragon to give up one of her eggs, even if it wasn't a real egg.
But it had actually been rather easy. Though it had taken a Sonorus charm to be heard over the whisperings of the crowd, the dragon had seemed to understand him perfectly and after checking for herself that there was one egg different from the rest she had rolled it away from the pile and allowed him to come forward to pick it up. He even giggled when she nuzzled against him slightly.
The entire audience had been frozen in shock, not a single person had made a sound as Harry completed the task in barely twelve minutes. They still hadn't actually started speaking yet, he noticed absently as his knees hit the floor.
"Harry!" Hermione cried as she fell to the floor beside him and threw her arms around him. "That was amazing! You made it look not just easy but boring!"
He gave a weak, slightly hysterical chuckle. "That was not boring. It was thrilling, it was heart attacking inducing. Definitely not boring."
She dragged him to the medical tent after that, insisting he get checked over, just in case. Madam Pomfrey just ushered him behind the flap into one of the private 'rooms' and told him she'd be back as soon as she'd finished with Fleur and Cedric, which almost caused Harry to panic but he managed to stop, telling himself that if it was serious then Hermione would have said something.
The flap had barely closed behind the matron when it was opened again. Harry only just caught a glimpse of Viktor's pale face before he was pulled into a tight hug.
"Viktor?" He asked slightly concerned, had something major happened to Cedric after all?
"Never again." Viktor replied, holding Harry all the tighter and causing him to squeak.
"Viktor, what's wrong?" Harry tried again, pulling back to look up into the older boy's face.
The Durmstrang champion raised a hand and gently brushed Harry's fringe out of his eyes so he could see them clearly. Dark brown met with emerald green and Harry felt something in his chest squirm at the emotion he could see, even if he couldn't understand it.
"I haff never been more scared in my life." Viktor whispered, his large hand cupping Harry's cheek with a tenderness that surprised both of them. "To see you, so small, standing against something so big. I vos terrified."
Harry was speechless; he didn't have a clue what to say. What did this mean? Did Viktor have feelings for him? Romantic feelings?
Don't be silly, Harry told himself. That was absurd. They were just a bit of fun. If Viktor wanted something serious there were hundreds of witches and wizards out there to choose from. Why would he choose Harry?
They were friends now that's all. Hermione had probably found it just as nerve wracking to watch Harry and Cedric complete the task. He soothingly ran his hands up and down Viktor's toned arms.
"It's okay." Harry told him softly. "I'm okay. It's over. I'm safe-"
He was cut off as Viktor's lips descended on his, drawing him into a demanding kiss. Harry felt himself melt against Viktor's strong frame, need rushing through his veins like adrenaline. But the kiss itself felt different and Harry didn't understand what had changed but whatever it was had his heart working overtime.
"Meet me tomorrow." Viktor demanded huskily, his lips swollen from the harsh kiss.
Harry nodded, wishing they could arrange something for tonight but celebrations would be taking place in the common room and it would be noticed if he wasn't there. "Classroom by the library?" He didn't know why he was asking, they very rarely met anywhere else.
"Yes." Viktor replied dropping one last kiss on Harry's upturned lips before swooping out one side of the tent room, just in time to avoid Madam Pomfrey who came in from the other end, a medical chart clutched in her hand and muttering about deadly games.
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Cedric sighed as Harry continued to glare at him. Well, he wasn't really glaring at him, just at the rather large burn on his face. Cedric ignored his brother and turned to the blonde woman sitting opposite them.
"Did you have any specific questions, Auntie Rita?" Cedric asked, clearly hoping to draw attention away from his injury and to the matter at hand. Both champions had forgotten the promise they'd given the reporter to give an interview about the first task and now, when they should be in their common rooms celebrating the fact they were still alive, they were sitting in a cold, abandoned classroom talking about something Cedric really didn't want to talk about.
It really shouldn't have been this big of a deal but then the Hufflepuff had gotten injured and now Harry was pissed as Hell. Even Rita's desire for a scoop was having a hard time overcoming the concern that could be seen in her eyes.
"Not really." Rita answered slowly, struggling to pull her eyes away from the gruesome burn that covered the entire right side of Cedric's face. "I just wanted your thoughts on the task itself."
"My thoughts?" Harry growled out. "I'll tell you want I bloody think. I think this tournament is the stupidest thing the ministry has ever done." He stood up and began pacing now, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as though he was hoping for something to hit. "Actually, no! The tournament itself is a good thing. That task though was the most idiotic thing I have ever seen! At the dragon reserves, it takes at least five fully trained handlers to do anything with one dragon. And they expected teenagers, wizards and witches who are barely of age, to steal an egg from nesting mothers! Are the people who organised this insane? Or do they want students to die? Because they are going the right way about it!"
Silence reigned after that. The only thing that could be heard for several minutes was Harry's harsh breathing. No one could deny what he'd said simply because he wasn't wrong. The Health and Safety Regulations at the dragon reserves said you could not approach a dragon without at least four other fully trained people there as back-up. The handlers would loose their jobs, not to mention their lives, if they tried approaching with less. And that was normal dragons. It had to be at least seven handlers for a nesting mother, they were just that vicious.
Rita cleared her throat and turned to Cedric. "Do you have anything to add, Cedric?"
Cedric looked at his shaking brother and pulled him into a firm hug. "Harry pretty much said it all. He's right. That task was ridiculous and it's down to sheer luck that someone didn't die." Cedric paused as he felt Harry grip him tighter at those words.
Rita nodded, looking uncharacteristically sad. "Okay, I'll get that in tonight, it should be in the morning edition." She put her quill and parchment back into her bag before looking at the boys. "Be careful." She told them seriously. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of you."
She was already out the door before either of them had the chance to say anything. They knew exactly how she felt. Cedric was starting to regret entering the tournament and Harry was seriously wishing he knew who had entered him, just so he could kick them.
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However it was a week later when Harry found out that the scariest part of the tournament wasn't actually one of the tasks.
He stared at his transfiguration teacher in horror as she finished telling them about the Yule Ball. It was going to be horrible, Harry just knew it. It wouldn't have been too bad if he wasn't a champion. If he had just been any other student he could have gone solo and just enjoyed himself dancing with friends but that was out of the question. He was a champion and he was expected to open the Ball.
This meant he wouldn't just be dancing. He'd be dancing in front of a crowd. It also meant he needed a date and that just caused a whole set of new problems. He was dreading the next week. He might not be Harry Potter any more but he was still the Boy-Who-Lived and that was a title that came with fans. He cringed at the thought of how many people he was going to have to say no to.
It was like St Valentine's day. He remembered last year, when he was finally old enough to go to Hogsmeade, the amount of people that asked him out for the trip that just happened to fall on that day. It had been horrendous. He'd never even spoken to half the people before and probably hadn't spoken to them since either.
"Don't worry, Harry." Hermione said soothingly, rubbing small circles on his back as they made their way down to lunch. "I'll help you pick someone. You know as soon as you have a date, people will stop asking you."
"There's no one I actually want to go with, Mione." Harry answered in a small voice before perking himself back up with obvious effort. "Besides, even if I have a date it won't stop the rabid ones. I'm going to have to start carrying the map Remus gave me just to dodge Ginny Weasley."
"Yes, she is rather persistent." Hermione agreed, pulling a face. They really had nothing against the girl… she was just a bit odd. For someone who was too shy to even talk to Harry, she'd made no secret of her feelings. The singing dwarf in second year for example. Not to mention the musical card she'd sent last year. That had been dreadful though really not as bad as the dwarf; it seemed she was learning to tone it down a little bit.
"That's putting it mildly." Harry remarked dryly. He'd hoped that when the secret of his sexual preference had gotten out, the girl would have realised that she didn't really have all the required equipment but no such luck so far. Maybe she needed to see proof.
"You never know, Harry." Hermione started with a sly smirk that made Harry distinctly nervous. "Viktor might want to take you. You'd say yes to him, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." He admitted quietly, hanging his head in defeat. If he was honest with himself, he could confess that he did want to go with the Durmstrang champion. "But that's not going to happen. So let's change the subject and start looking at my options seriously. Who can I go with?"
Hermione thought about her answer as they sat themselves down at the Ravenclaw table. "I honestly don't know." She told him after they'd started eating. She cast a privacy charm around them before continuing. "There aren't that many openly gay students. You could ask Roger Davies, he's bi-sexual, but he's currently got a crush of Fleur. I don't think there is anyone else who's gay in Ravenclaw, no one who's admitting it anyway."
"There's no one I know of in Hufflepuff at all." Harry said with a frown. It would have been better if he could go with a Hufflepuff, they'd be more understanding when he told them it was just as friends, plus they wouldn't want to piss of Cedric by putting the moves on his baby brother.
"There are a couple in Slytherin but most of those are at the age when they start looking at marriage prospects, I don't think you want to attract their attention."
Harry shook his head vigorously. "I might be open to the idea of a long term relationship. With the right person. But I don't think I'm quite ready for marriage."
Hermione snorted, nodding in agreement. Neither of them could understand why some purebloods got married so damn young. "What about Gryffindor?" She asked as she pinched a chip off Harry's plate.
He frowned as he tried to remember if Neville had mentioned anything. "There's Seamus Finnigan, he swings both ways but apparently his morals are a bit loose if you know what I mean. There's Cormac McLaggen, he's gay but he's just after sex as well. That's it I think."
Hermione sighed, Harry really was gonna have a Hell of a time trying to find a date that wouldn't spend the whole night groping him but that would still be somewhat better than wanting to marry him. "Keep your options open." She told him. "You don't know what the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons boys are like, besides if worst comes to worst then you might want to ask me or Luna."
Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust causing Hermione to burst into furious giggles. "Mione! I don't want to go with a girl!" He stuck his tongue out as though he'd tasted something foul. "Ewww!"
"Oh, do shut up, Harry!" Hermione said, smacking him over the back of the head as they rose from the table. "It's not like I'm suggesting you take Ginny!" Hermione's giggles started again as her words caused Harry to pale and almost trip over his own feet.
"Harry!" Someone interrupted before the young Ravenclaw had a chance to retort. "Can I talk to you? In private?" Cedric asked, looking oddly awkward and somewhat nervous.
Harry's eyes went wide as he shared a look with his best friend. She looked just as panicked as Harry. Could Cedric know about his affair with Viktor? Harry hoped not. That would not be a fun conversation to have.
Excuses and arguments started flying through his head at lightening speed even as Harry nodded to his brother and followed him out of the Hall, after telling Hermione he'd be back in a minute. She told him she'd be waiting in the Entrance Hall.
They didn't go far, only to a nearby classroom, but the way Cedric warded the room did nothing to assure Harry's fear.
"Harry?" Cedric asked, easily seeing Harry's panic. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Harry said quickly, his voice coming out an octave or two higher than normal. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Nothing. What was it you wanted to talk about?"
With that the nervousness came back into Cedric's eyes. "I- I just-" He stuttered before taking a deep breath and trying again. "I just wanted to know how you would feel if I asked Hermione to the Yule ball?"
Harry mind went blank. He could honestly say he'd not been expecting anything like that. He couldn't help the relieved laugh that escaped him.
"Is that all?" He asked breathlessly with a smile on his face. A smile that turned into a grin at Cedric's nod. "I would be thrilled if you and Hermione went to the Ball together." Harry told his brother honestly.
Cedric smiled at him, pleased to have his brothers blessing. "You don't think the age gap is too big?"
The smile dropped off Harry's face as he considered how to answer the question. Whatever he said would have an impact if Cedric ever found out about him and Viktor.
"Age means nothing, Ced." He told him with a soft smile. "It's about who you are not how old you are. As long as you like each other then it's no big deal. A three year age gap, or even four or five, won't matter ten years down the line."
Cedric smiled gratefully and pulled his younger brother into a hug. "Thanks."
"No problem. But if you hurt her, I will kill you. Brother or not. Okay?"
"Okay." The Hufflepuff agreed with a chuckle before frowning thoughtfully. "Harry?" Cedric asked slowly, watching his brother carefully. "What did you think I wanted to talk to you about?"
"Erm… Nothing?"
"Harrison Diggory!" Hermione shouted as she finally made it back to the Ravenclaw common room.
Harry couldn't help but grin as he took in her flushed appearance and swollen lips. "Yes, Mione dear?" He asked sweetly from his spot by the fire.
"I need to talk to you." She forced out through gritted teeth but Harry could see the smile in her eyes. It wasn't the first time they pulled a stunt like this just because they wanted privacy but couldn't be bothered walking down to Myrtle's bathroom. "Boys dorm. Now. No one disturb us." She directed the last bit to the other people in the room but it didn't really matter, they'd be putting up privacy and locking wards.
As soon as the wards were up, Hermione squealed and launched herself at her friend.
"I take it he asked you then?" Harry said with a grin. After running away from Cedric, he'd met Hermione by the marble staircase and told her he'd be in the common room before dashing off. She hadn't even taken two steps to follow when Cedric called for her to wait.
"Yes, he asked me!" Hermione shouted. The biggest grin on her face that Harry had ever seen. "He asked me!"
"I'm happy for you, Mione." Harry said softly and sincerely.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" She asked, biting her lip. "He's your brother and I'm your best friend. I understand how it could be weird for you."
Harry narrowed his eyes at his friend. "You can have my blessing on one condition then."
"What?"
"If he finds out about me and Viktor, I expect your full support!"
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. "You'd have had that anyway! But I promise to keep him in line."
"Good." Harry said with a giggle and a nod of his head before pulling his friend into another hug.
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Harry frowned as he made his way to the classroom by the library. It had been two days since Cedric and Hermione finally admitted their feelings to one another and while the relationship might be a secret for now, Hermione was in no way hiding how loved up she felt.
And Harry was jealous.
He wanted that! He wanted that sparkle in his eyes whenever the other person was mentioned. He wanted that little smile people get whenever they think about the person they love. And he wanted it with Viktor damn it! What was so wrong with that?
But that just wasn't want Viktor wanted. Harry knew that Viktor had never had a real relationship with anybody. He'd never even come close. Harry had only been sleeping with him for about a month and that was probably the longest Viktor had ever stuck with the same person. Though it honestly would not surprise Harry if Viktor had more than one person on the go. Harry wasn't stupid enough to think he was special to Viktor.
Though Viktor was starting to become special to Harry. Maybe it was a cliché, Harry had given Viktor his virginity and was now well on his way to giving the man his heart. And he knew for certain it would only be broken. It wouldn't be Viktor's fault. The man wouldn't hurt Harry deliberately but it would happen nonetheless. Viktor travelled a lot for Quidditch and he was busy. He didn't want to tie himself down. Harry knew this. Viktor had told him this. They didn't just have sex, they did talk as well and Harry knew nothing real would happen between the two of them.
So why was he still falling for the Bulgarian teenager?
"Diggory!" Someone shouted causing Harry to whip round in surprise. "Where are you off to?" Draco Malfoy asked casually as he fell into step next to the younger boy.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Just to the library." He lied. Why the Hell was Draco Malfoy talking to him? They'd never been enemies but it's not like they were friends either. They'd barely spoken, they had no classes together. The only time they really met face to face was on the Quidditch pitch. And there Malfoy was always in a mood because Harry kept kicking his arse at the game.
"That's nice." The blond boy answered distractedly, not really hiding the fact that he didn't care where Harry was going. He reached out and grabbed Harry's arm to stop him walking any further. "There was actually something I wanted to ask you."
"Okay…" Harry said slowly, a cold tendril of dread curling in his stomach. Why did he have a sinking feeling that he knew where this was going?
"I wanted to know if you had a partner for the Yule Ball yet."
"No, I haven't." Harry told him reluctantly. He really wished he could lie but he knew it would just come back round to bit him on the arse.
"Good." Draco said with a firm nod of his head. "Well then, Harry, would you allow me the pleasure of escorting you?"
"Erm," Harry bit his lip and tried to think of the nicest way to say no without having to say yes. "Draco, I don't really think that would be a good idea."
The Slytherin smirked in a way that reminded Harry of a predator on the hunt. The feeling of dread increased. "And why is that, Harry?"
Harry mind was going over every excuse he had and he couldn't find a single one that would satisfy the Malfoy heir. "Shouldn't you be looking for a bride, Draco? I thought your father would want you to be officially courting someone sooner rather than later."
"He does." Draco's smirk widened.
"Then why are you asking me?" Harry asked, horribly confused. "Shouldn't you be asking one of the pureblood princesses?"
Draco gave a dark chuckle and began to walk toward the Ravenclaw. Harry instinctively took a step back, then another, then another and the next thing he knew, his back was firmly against the stone wall and Draco was hovering over him. Effectively keeping him trapped in place. "I have been watching the students all year and most of last year. There very few who are considered worthy enough to even associate with the Malfoy name and almost none who are worthy enough to hold it. But you, Harry, I think you'd make a rather remarkable Malfoy."
Harry's mind went blank and his mouth dropped open in shock. What the Hell? How many shocks of his life is he going to get this year? Seriously? Is someone out there trying to give him a heart attack? "Draco," Harry started as firmly as he could. Which, given the situation, wasn't actually that firmly. Where was a night in shining armour when you needed them? "I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline. I'm sorry but you'll have to find someone else."
"Hmmm, really?" Draco asked, grazing the back of his hand down Harry's soft cheek. "And why is that?"
Harry sighed; this was a tough call to make. He could either be honest and risk offending the blond or he could skirt around and deal with Draco chasing him for the rest of the year. And Malfoys very rarely gave up something they considered 'theirs'. "There are a few reasons. One is that it's going to be many, many years before I get married. Another is how we conceive an heir? Surely your father insists on their being one?"
Draco chuckled again and moved one hand to press against Harry's flat stomach, caressing the toned muscles just ever so slightly. "Don't worry about that. For the right price, there are potions to help a wizard conceive. We could have you knocked up in no time."
Harry felt himself swell with indignity. How dare he? Why should Harry be the one to carry the child? Why couldn't Draco? He took a deep breath, if he started arguing that point then Draco would take it to mean he agreed and he definitely didn't! "I'm sorry, Draco, but I really don't like the way you treat people."
The Slytherin frowned; clearly he hadn't been expecting that argument. "What do you mean? We have never had any sort of altercation. The only person I really don't get on with is the Weasel."
"I don't mean like that. Ron Weasley might be the only real enemy you have in Hogwarts but that doesn't mean you're nice to everyone who isn't him. You treat people like they're worthless. It's horrible."
"I have to treat them like that, Harry. Compared to me, compared to any Malfoy, they are worthless. Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do it properly."
Harry scowled at the arrogant pureblood. "I appreciate your offer, Draco, but the answer is no. I'm sorry you have wasted your time."
"Malfoys don't waste their time." Draco said bring his hand back up to cup Harry's cheek. "And Malfoys always get what they want." With that he leaned in quickly, sealing his lips firmly over Harry's before the Ravenclaw had a chance to respond.
After a second of shock, Harry's hands went to Draco's shoulders and began trying to push the older and taller boy away. He finally managed it after a few moments of struggle. "I said 'no', Draco."
"And I said 'yes'." The Slytherin answered flippantly before stroking down the side of Harry's face once more and walking back the way they came.
Harry grumbled as he straightened his robes and turned in the direction he had originally been heading in. However he was brought up short when his sights immediately locked onto a furious pair of dark chocolate brown eyes. Viktor.
The young Ravenclaw gulped. This was not good.
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