My Dear Volaticus
by kittenvks
Disclaimer: I own nothing
warnings: HPDM, slash, yaoi, homosexuality. Don't like it? Don't read it. Flamers to the left.
Chapter Thirteen: Family Time
AN: Just a short chapter (and it *is* compared to the others) to establish a few things, along with relationships. Enjoy! Belldandy: Harry's terrible french is just for you!
When Draco awoke he nearly laughed with joy, feeling the raven haired Boy Who Lived wrapped up like a child in his wings. His heart swelled and he ducked under them as well, kissing Harry's face and eyes and mouth softly and lightly. Harry mumbled something that not even Draco could make heads or tails of, and opened his bright green eyes, smiling.
"Mornin' Draco," he whispered, snuggling back into the blonde's chest.
"Good morning, Harry," Draco whispered back, stroking the smaller man's back, relishing in the feel of bare skin. "I love you."
"Je t'aime, Draco." Harry offered, and though his pronounciation was off just a bit, and the accent was horrid Draco had never heard a more beautiful sound. They lay like that for about an hour, both awake, neither saying anything more and just enjoying eachother's company. Eventually, Harry's stomach growled and Draco made him get up, despite his Gryffindor stubborness.
"Come, love, I'm a bit hungry myself," Draco said, his wings disappearing. Harry sighed and got up at that. He didn't care much if he ate but the Volaticus hadn't eaten much the day before and that wouldn't do.
"Fine," Harry grumbled, sliding out of the bed, "I kinda want to see Sirius again anyway."
"That's the spirit, Harry. Take your cloak, it's cold out." Draco said as Harry laced up his trainers, tossing his own cloak over the top of the Gryffindor. Harry scowled.
"This is yours,"
"It's yours now, think of who you're talking to, I have more." Draco said, pulling his own cloak from the armoire.
"Why are we going outside anyway?" Harry asked, standing and draping Draco's cloak over his arm.
"Well," Draco replied, "you're a Malfoy now, to anyone who counts anyway. As much as I love you, you really do need new clothes."
"Argh, Draco, I hate shopping for clothes."
"Indeed," Draco said, lacing up his boots, "I'm aware. I'll make a deal with you. If you go shopping with me, we'll take everyone else too and have lunch in Diagon. Then, when we get back, we'll play some Quidditch, how's that?"
"Hmmm, okay, I can agree to that." Harry said thoughtfully, "on one other condition."
"I thought only Slytherins made terms?"
"I was almost a Slytherin, remember? Besides, my condition is that we get to burn all the clothes I got from Dudley. I don't believe they'll ever make me go back there now, not with a Volaticus. That wouldn't turn out well, I don't believe, you meeting the Dursleys."
"I don't believe it would either, love." Draco said with a smile. It was a smile not directed at Harry, but one he'd seen directed at his friends and himself a million times. This was Draco's way of promising a threat, this smile. It held a great joy in taking revenge. Draco was quite a bit more dangerous now as it were.
They trudged slowly to the Great Hall, talking about the Dursleys a bit, and their day ahead. When they got there, the Great Hall was the same as it had always been, with one small change. Every single student that had stayed, except for some first year Slytherins, was seated at the Gryffindor table. Even Blaise was there, though he looked extremely agitated.
"Draco, save me." he moaned as they took their seats.
"Breathe, Blaise, remember they're just students."
"Gryffindors, Draco."
"Well, what would you say to a trip to Diagon Alley then? I assume some of them will be there, if not all. My treat."
"Fine. As long as you're there and paying, I'll go."
"I appreciate your sacrifice, Blaise." Draco retorted, rolling his eyes. Harry chuckled, reaching for his juice as he talked to the others. Everyone agreed to go.
"I think I'll be getting some new clothes myself," Sirius replied, scowling at his scruffy outfit, "it'll be nice to not look like a homeless man. Oh, and Harry, guess what?"
"What?"
"You've got a new teacher!" Sirius said, puffing up with pride, "I'm going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! HA! How's that for ya then?"
"That's excellent Siri!" Harry said smiling.
"If he can remember that it's defense *against* not defense *using*," Remus replied, eyeing the other Gryffindor alumni.
"Moony, that's not nice. Just because I'm a Black, well, that's discrimination!"
"Fighting fire with fire is sometimes an option," Blaise said, looking to Draco, who nodded.
"Agreed. Defense *against* and *using* would be more appropriate."
"What useful Dark things are there, really?" Ron said, rolling his eyes. Draco, Blaise, Sirius, and Remus all turned to look at him.
"A lot, actually, against the Dark Arts anyway." Sirius replied, "how do you think I've managed to stay hidden all these years, besides keeping my head low?"
"You learn that crap in Azkaban?" Ginny asked, genuine curiosity on her face. Everyone turned to Sirius.
"Let's just agree to disagree, and no, I did not. How does one learn the Dark Arts at all without a wand?" Sirius asked curiously, Ginny shrugged,
"then where did you learn the Dark Arts?" Harry asked, not missing the diversion tactic.
"Eh... well, erm..." Sirius looked ashamedly over at Remus.
"I'm betting his mum taught him," Blaise snickered.
"Yes, and his father, I'm sure." Draco replied.
"*Blacks*," Remus said, with a roll of his eyes. They all laughed.
"He does have a point though," Blaise said, "some of the Dark Arts are considered dark merely because they cause a great deal of pain- like the cruciatus though not nearly as extreme, and are useful in a battle."
"Do you know the Dark Arts too?" Ginny asked, Hermione snorted,
"he's a *Zabini*, Ginny, who's best mate's with a *Malfoy*, who are both well known and popular in *Slytherin* and *related* to most of the Dark wizards and witches of our time, don't be obtuse."
"Cheers!" Blaise said, clinking his cup with Draco's who laughed.
"Discrimination, I say!" Sirius said, raising his own glass in a toast. Everyone laughed.
"Seriously, though, not all Dark Wizards and witches come from Slytherin," Remus said calmly, "think of our dear *Scabbers*, now rotting away in Azkaban."
"Don't remind me," Ron grumbled.
"True," Hermione said thoughtfully, "Merlin was a Slytherin."
"He was?" Ginny asked, eyes wide. Draco and Blaise nodded.
"We're not all pureblooded either," Draco said, "Severus, and Voldemort as an example."
"Andromeda was a Slytherin I believe," Remus said, looking to Sirius who nodded.
"Was Regulus a Slytherin?" Harry asked, turning to Sirius as well. Again, he nodded.
"Well they can't all be bad," Ron said with a pointed glare at Blaise and Draco, "though they do tend to be... prats."
"Agreed!" Harry laughed, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder.
"Draco," Hermione said quietly, causing the noise to die down so they could all hear her. Draco swivelled around Harry so that he could see her properly.
"Yes?"
"These Dark Arts spells that you lot are referring to, do you know those too?"
"Indeed, I do. Probably very similar to those my cousin is speaking of, if not the same." he replied, not disturbed at all by the question.
"Are they illegal?" Hermione asked, still quiet.
"Well, some are. Not all, but of course there are the Unforgiveables, among a few others. Generally though, no, they're not."
"What makes those, the legal ones, Dark?" Ginny asked.
"The pain they cause, or the control they have over their intended target," Blaise offered in explination.
"Or the control they have over the caster," Sirius added with a shiver. Draco nodded at this,
"they're just generally not something you would use in day to day life. I took out two Death Eaters with one though, while I was gone."
"Fighting fire with fire," Blaise added, looking proud of Draco.
"Just because you know the Dark Arts, doesn't make you dark," Sirius said quietly. At this, after the recent conversation, they all nodded or hummed their agreement.
A silky black owl flew in then, soaring over the table and landing gracefully among the plates, offering Harry and Draco it's leg.
"Adduco!" Blaise said, handing the owl a piece of sausage and petting it's head as Draco removed the note, dismissing it with a wave of his hand.
"S'Father," Draco said, reading over the letter, "he sends his love, Blaise... He's made it fine to Romania, Harry, and thanks you... ahh." he read quietly for a moment while the others chatted, only holding the attenion of Blaise and Harry. "She apparently, is very beautiful, there's a long description here. Her name is Sona, and she teaches Dark Arts at Durmstrang."
"How appropriate!" Blaise said approvingly.
"He describes her to have black hair, blacker than yours Harry- appearing almost to have a bluish tint... very curly, and messy, of course she's pale... they're getting on famously." Draco said, folding the letter and putting it into his pocket.
"That's wonderful Draco!" Harry said, smiling brightly.
"Well, I don't know about you lot, but I'm ready to go to Diagon," Ron said with a sigh, putting down his fork. "I want to stop by the joke shop."
"Me too, and I'd like to get a diary," Ginny added in, nodding. Everyone turned to stare at her, "a *normal* diary. Just the regular kind!" she added, laughing.
"There are a few things I'd like to get as well," Hermione said, picking up her rucksack.
"Books," Harry and Ron said, grinning at each other.
With that, they were off, walking into Hogsmeade so they could Floo to Diagon Alley as not everyone there could apparate, or fly. They spent forever in the clothes shop, Twillfitt and Tatting's, just Remus, Sirius and Harry and Draco. Sirius and Draco's appearance on the scene apparently frightened away the rest of the shoppers but the shopkeep didn't mind one bit, considering the wealth they both came from. He waited on them hand and foot, congratulating Sirius several times on his freedom that was announced in the Daily Prophet.
"These things are expensive," Harry said, looking over a pile of clothes. Draco and Sirius just looked at him expectantly, as if he were going to say something important. Sighing with exasperation, Harry took the next lot from Draco and stomped into the changing room to try them on.
"This really should be the last lot," Remus said with a sigh. "You two are too much and Harry and I are growing tired of this."
"I saw some lovely Dragon hide boots over there," Draco said, ignoring his old professor and Sirius walked with him in the direction of the boots.
"Harry, we're going to die here," Remus said, lounging down into his chair.
"Next time, Moony, remind me to bring the invisibility cloak." Harry called out, stepping out from the changing stall. Remus looked him over, and nodded.
"You look fine Harry, they're merely excited."
"I know I look okay," Harry said, blushing a bit, "it's not for that- it's for an escape."
"Where to, do you think?" Remus asked, watching over the two purebloods.
"The Americas, a cave there somewhere I think."
"They'd eventually find us," Remus smiled.
"Yes, but for a moment we would be... free." Harry said wistfully. Remus laughed loudly, shaking his head.
"Okay, you two, we're done." Draco said, handing a bag of galleons to the man as Sirius did and shrinking their bags to fit into one. Sirius muttered something about whiny werewolves and petulant children but happily left, much to Harry and Remus' relief.
"Come on, Moony," Sirius said, dragging the werewolf off toward another shop, "I still have lots more to do." Remus sighed exasperatedly, waving goodbye to the other two.
"I like him," Draco said, tilting his head to the side, "never really liked a family member before, other than Father."
"You're meant for each other." Harry said scathingly, rolling his eyes. Draco merely grinned. Within the hour they had all gathered at a small cafe and had placed their orders for lunch, Draco and Sirius arguing over the bill.
"Just split it!" Remus cried and Blaise nodded, tired of the bickering. Soon, they were all eating, talking jovially.
"I'm going to have Grimmauld fixed up, you're all welcome to come by or stay as long as you'd like." Sirius said thoughtfully, "the right way, not magically."
"We'll probably leave tonight, Harry, we'll be back though." Remus said with a smile. Harry was crestfallen. Draco picked up on it instantly.
"We could help, if you'd like." He offered quietly.
"They are on fall break..." Remus said thoughtfully.
"Can I Sirius? Please?" Harry asked. Hermione and Ron looked on expectantly.
"Draco," Blaise said quietly, gesturing away from the table with a sway of his head. The blonde looked over across the resteraunt and sneered, turning his head quickly away.
"I suppose you could. Sure, that'd be great Harry." Sirius said, watching the Slytherins with interest. Harry smiled and turned his attention to Draco.
"Draco? What is-"
"DRAKIE!" Came the shout from across the room. Ron snickered,
"Drakie?"
"Shut it Weasel," Draco snapped, turning to the approaching- and rather bouncy Slytherin, dragging a rather miffed looking Millicent Bullstrode with her, "Hello, Pansy. Millicent."
"Draco, Pansy, it's Draaay- CO." Blaise said with a sigh, "Millicent, good to see you."
"Malfoy. Blaise," Millicent purred. Blaise looked affronted and scooted backwards, nearly sitting in Ginny's lap. Draco was already as far back as he could go, leaning Harry over at this point. Both girls took this as an offer to sit rather than an attempt at escape, and sat with them.
"Can't stay long, Drake, got things to do, you know," she said chattily, reaching out to touch his arm. Ron and Sirius snickered while Remus and Hermione looked amused. Harry and Ginny looked a bit miffed however, and neither newcomer noticed.
"How've you been, Blaise?" Millicent asked.
"Came out of the closet, yesterday actually." Blaise said in a bit of a panicked stutter. "I'm.. dating someone. So, yes, it's been fine."
"How about you, Drakie?" Pansy purred, "other than hanging out with *Gryffindors* and *convicts*?"
"Actually- *Parkinson*- he's dating me now, so you could expect quite a few *Gryffindors* to be trapsing about." Harry snapped, obviously offended. Draco just nodded dumbly, still staring at Blaise who seemed to have actually paled.
"Scat!" Ginny said, "there's no room for you here, go on, get!"
"I'm quite tired of being mooshed as well, Millie, if you could get up?" Hermione said kindly, squished up tightly to Remus who was nodding in agreement.
"I'm not a cat, Weasley." Millicent snapped, standing. Blaise sighed in relief, moving back where he'd been.
"You're catty." Ginny retorted, shooing at her with her hand.
"Parkinson!" Harry snapped from the other side of Draco, "keep your hands to yourself!" Draco was busily trying to pull pansy's hand off of his.
"Pansy, Millicent, I suggest you go." Draco said, "we're all in the same house, we'll see you when school gets back. Stop causing problems."
"Fine. I'll owl you. Bye." Panst snapped back at Draco's calm tone as she stormed off, grabbing Millicent by the hand and dragging her along. Draco turned his attention back to Blaise, his hand slipping beneath the table to rub Harry's thigh comfortingly.
"You just skip 'go away' and go straight to homosexuality, Blaise what was that?!"
"I don't know, she was practically licking me, Draco- I panicked!" Blaise hissed back with a shiver.
"Merlin, Ginny, scat?" Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"V'never liked her much." Ginny said with a shrug, polishing off the dessert she'd ordered. "so, Blaise, you fancy boys do you?"
"I do no such thing," Blaise snapped, then- glancing around the table, "I find no problem with it, however, I just personally prefer women."
"None of that matters!" Ron cried, tears in his eyes from trying to hold laughter in, "I've found something to call Malfoy now, I'm sorry- I mean Drakie."
"Sod off Weasley!" Draco cried, looking miserable. Harry just leaned his head on Draco's shoulder quietly, enjoying the atmosphere.