“Potter,”
Richard Thripe greeted. “It’s a shock to see you here.” “Is
it?” Harry asked dryly. “What makes you say that?” “You
in the den of snakes? Hardly the place I’d think you belong,”
Richard said. Harry gave a snort of a laugh. “I
belong anywhere I happen to be at the time, I think,” Harry
said. “Are you saying I’m not welcome here?” “Not
at all,” Richard said. “I think it’s great that you
are here. And with our leader, no less. How very odd.” “Not
odd at all,” Draco said. “Harry’s my date. Aren’t
you?” “Absolutely,”
Harry said. “Aren’t jealous are you Thripe? Draco’s
one hot piece of ass.” “Don’t
we all know it,” Richard said. “Draco’s stopped his
slumming for some reason. I think you might be it.” “I
might be,” Harry said. “I
go for the best, Rich,” Draco said. “And Harry’s
it.” “No
argument here,” Richard said. “Do you know where Blaise
got that shit?” “Why?
You want some?” Draco asked. Richard nodded. “Forty per.”
Richard moved closer to Draco and shoved a fistful of cash into his
hand. Draco looked at the money, dug into his pocket and gave Richard
three baggies. “Pleasure doing business with you, Rich. Tell
Gavin I got lotuscel. He was asking me who had some about two weeks
ago.” Rich nodded and walked in Gavin’s direction. “Holy
hell. Gavin?” Harry asked. “That jerk owes me forty
already. But forget it. If he has the cash, sell it to him.” “He
owes you money?” Draco sounded irritated. Harry nodded. “That
fucker. I’m holding out on him then. I’ll get the money.” “Don’t
worry about it,” Harry said. “Sell him what he wants and
forget it. It was a long time ago back near Christmas.” Gavin
did come over and was slightly nervous around Harry. “Hey,”
Gavin said to Draco. “You got it?” Gavin pulled out the
money. Draco took it and grabbed Gavin’s shirt collar in a vice
and tugging him forward so that they were face to face. “You
will pay Harry the money you owe him,” Draco snarled. Gavin
nodded quickly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll slit
your throat in your sleep and let you choke on your own blood. You
know I’m not fucking around with this. Do you understand me?”
Draco’s eyes were steely cold and full of anger. Gavin
swallowed and nodded adamantly again. Draco shoved the baggie into
his palm and threw him backward.
“I’ll
get it to you, Harry. I swear it,” Gavin said in fear. Harry
nodded. “Go,”
Draco spat and Gavin went. “You’re
so bad,” Harry said rubbing Draco’s thigh a bit in
appreciation. “I could have got the money from him, but I was
just too damn sick of it all. I said just piss on it.” “Don’t
let them take from you,” Draco said. “I won’t have
it.” “My
protector,” Harry tease and each gave a short laugh. By the end
of the evening, everything was sold and each had pockets full of
cash. They left the party and went back to the den. Each emptied
their pockets into a small bucket. Harry counted it all. “Damn.
We made good money,” Draco said enthusiastically. “Like
either of us need it,” Harry said. “You’re rich and
I’m…well, I’m not wanting for anything either.
What good it this?” Harry held up the bucket of money. “Why
sell it when I don’t even need the money?” “Personal
thrill?” Draco asked with sarcasm. “You
give me enough personal thrills,” Harry said putting a lid on
the bucket and sliding it into a hidden compartment in the wall. “If
you need that money, take some. I don’t buy anything much
except needles and Hiddle with it anyway and that’s about to
end.” “Harry,”
Draco whispered. “Come lay on the mattress with me.”
They both walked over and fell onto the mattress and entangled arms
and legs into a comfortable position. Harry sighed and lay back on
the pillow and closed his eyes. They lay for several still minutes.
“I can see you’re tired.” “Yeah,”
Harry said softly. “I am tired. I’ve had a hard day.” “Let’s
sleep then,” Draco said. “Can I undress you?” “I
would love it,” Harry said still with eyes closed. “Just
let me rest for five minutes.” “No,
I’m undressing you now. You just lie still,” Draco sat up
and removed Harry’s shoes and socks, belt, jeans and shirt with
very little help from Harry required. “Now
you get naked,” Harry grinned. Draco shed off all his clothing
as well leaving them both in underwear only. Draco curled up next to
Harry and pulled the blanket over them both to keep warm. “This
is so nice. I’m so glad you’re here with me.” “Me,
too,” Draco said. With Harry’s arm around him, Draco’s
face nuzzled into Harry’s warm neck and his arm lay over
Harry’s chest. The position allowed for Draco’s thigh to
perfectly fall directly on Harry’s warm crotch. With a tiny
grin, Draco wiggled his thigh and Harry gave a soft laugh. “How
tired are you exactly?” “Never
tired enough to turn down that opportunity with you,” Harry
said with his eyes closed. “You’ll
have training the rest of the week,” Draco said. Harry nodded.
“I’d like to see you in training.” “Draco,
I was thinking that maybe you could share with Albus that you’ve
had wandless teaching. He could further that for you,” Albus
said. “Perhaps you could train with me since you’re the
only other wandless student at Hogwarts. I’m almost positive
Albus would allow it.” “Really?
That would be great,” Draco said propping up on his arm to look
down at Harry. “I would like that. A lot. Harry, how are your
grades in classes? You hardly ever go to class.” “I
pass,” Harry said shortly. “No,
I mean, do you know the material? Do you pass because the teachers
just pass you because of who you are?” Draco asked. “I
don’t mean that to sound insulting.” “No,
it’s not,” Harry sighed. “I’m the top student
in our year. I’ve completed all the requirements of graduation
already because I’ve had straight teaching through the last
three summers. I only show up to class because I happen to live at
the school. I don’t need the classes anymore.” “I
knew you were going to say that,” Draco said with a grin. “So
you are technically ready for graduation and live at the school.” “Technically,
yes,” Harry said. “I have nowhere else to go. I’m
underage until my birthday and Albus has custody of me.” “He
does? I thought the Dursleys had custody of you,” Draco said. “No,”
Harry said shortly. “There was an incident two years ago in the
summer in Surrey and Albus came to get me. I’ve never been
back.” ‘What
happened?” Draco asked. Harry took a deep breath. “Well,
the Dursleys were not what you would call kind people,” Harry
said sarcastically. “I was almost sixteen and Sirius had just
been killed. I was a wreck. Anyway, right before I left with the
Dursleys off the train, Lupin, Mad Eye, Tonks, the Weasleys and part
of my honor guard were speaking with my uncle Vernon and threatening
him with treating me better over the summer. They scared the shit out
of him and he was pissed off in a major way. I knew it would mean
trouble for me when they did that, but…what could I say? They
were only trying to help.” “You
have an honor guard?” Draco said. “Yeah,”
Harry grinned. “I have sixteen individuals whose sole purpose
is keeping me alive. Isn’t that nice?” “Oh
my god,” Draco insulted. “The
Order of the Phoenix,” Harry said. “It’s a group
that was formed when Voldemort was in power before he gave me the AK
as a baby. So you see how good they are. I was still hit with the
curse at fifteen months old.” “So
they are slackers on the job,” Draco said. “Not
really,” Harry said. “Dumbledore tried to protect me my
whole life. That’s why I was sent to the Dursleys as a child.” “Tell
me about the incident,” Draco said. “Well,
during that summer, Vernon hardly fed me at all and I was…well,
I was very thin after not eating properly for weeks,” Harry
said. “I would sneak down to the kitchen at night and try to
eat, but Vernon kept all the cabinets and refrigerator under lock so
that I couldn’t get to anything.” “He
locked up all the food?” Draco said. Harry nodded. “What
an idiot.” “He’s
insane I think,” Harry said. “Anyway, one day I was
working on the lawnmower like I was told to do. I was changing the
oil and repairing it, when Vernon comes out roaring mad about
something. He takes his anger out on me and before I know it, he had
beat the hell out of me and I was lying in the grass puking up blood.
I just couldn’t take living there anymore, so two nights later
I packed my duffle bag, broke the lock on my cupboard and took my
wand, broom and what I could carry, and I ran away.” “So
where did you go?” Draco asked. “I
hitched a ride to London,” Harry said. “I met up with two
other guys. They were nineteen. I lived in an abandoned building and
was basically a homeless adolescent for six weeks. I worked at this
little restaurant doing dishes, cleaning tables and helping out with
the cooking. All in all it wasn’t too bad. I was working one
day when Albus shows up flaming mad at me for leaving. I explained to
Albus that I just couldn’t take the abuse anymore from Vernon
and that he’d beat me almost daily since I’d been there.
Albus brought me here and I worked with Hagrid and Filch sometimes
during the rest of the summers while having training for eight to ten
hours a day. It’s hard work. Albus took my case to the Ministry
and with a muggle/wizard liaison, the Dursleys were charged with
child abuse and endangerment. They were never given any reprimand,
but Albus took my custody. So, now I belong to the Headmaster.”
Harry laughed. “How
interesting,” Draco said. “So you really are his son
then.” “Technically,
yes. I’m adopted by him,” Harry said. “My name is
Harry Potter Dumbledore. Now, tell me how fucked up that is.” “Oh
my god,” Draco laughed hard. Harry grinned. “Just
don’t tell anybody that. Nobody knows it. Not even Ron and
Hermione,” Harry said. “Besides I can imagine my torture
at people calling me Dumbledore.” The pair laughed again at the
name. “You
are so interesting, Harry,” Draco said with admiration as he
looked down at him. Draco played with the fringe of Harry’s
unruly hair at his forehead. Draco traced the scar with his fingertip
lightly and Harry closed his eyes. “When
I was with Josh and Kyle, they were the two nineteen year olds I was
living with,” Harry said. “I started using dope with
them. They worked at a local car repair place, and we had money. I
would take food from the restaurant so we never had to buy anything
to eat, all my money I would buy dope, but I’d only use a bit.
I would buy in quantity and resell it to make more money. After a
while I was dealing all day every day. I met many of the big timers
who needed a way to take their loads of drugs to the streets and get
them sold. I had eleven others under me who sold for me. One man I
worked for told me I would be the top dog. That’s when Albus
showed up.” “So
you can take care of yourself,” Draco said. Harry laughed. “I
always have,” Harry said. “Where is everyone when I get
dragged out to Voldemort every fucking year? I’m on my own as I
have been my whole life. It’s okay though because I fight to
live.” “You
shouldn’t have to fight just to live,” Draco said. “I’ve
never had to fight for anything. I was always given or bought
anything I ever wanted. I was the spoiled brat like you used to call
me all the time.” “I
envied you,” Harry said. “You had everything and I had
nothing.” “Nothing?
You had fame and were so damn annoyingly friendly. Everyone went
around singing praises to the great Harry Potter and I thought I’d
puke just from being near your ultimate and sickeningly sweet
goodness. You oozed that Gryffindor nobility and it just made me ill
to look at you.” “You’ve
always been perfect, though,” Harry said. “You were
always the top student along with Hermione. You lead your house and
were always dressed so impeccably damn fine. And so fucking gorgeous.
Everyone wanted to be with you and around you all the time and I was
the one who you hated and I…I hated that.” “I
offered you friendship, Potter and you turned me down,” Draco
said. “I
was eleven fucking years old,” Harry defended. “But I
remember that as clearly as if it were yesterday. You offered me a
hand and I didn’t take it. I was an idiot. I’m still an
idiot,” Harry said. “I wanted to apologize to you, but I
never got the chance. I’m sorry, Draco.” “You
idiot,” Draco said and they laughed at the turn of events.
Harry slid his hand up Draco’s arm and around his neck to pull
Draco down for a long searing kiss that deepened quickly. Harry moved
a bit and hauled Draco over atop him. Draco pulled out from the kiss. “I
like you lying on me,” Harry said. “I’ve never
allowed it with anyone else.” “You’ve
never been one to be submissive to anyone,” Draco said. Harry
shook his head. “No,
never,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t allow it. I became
cold and uncaring to everybody. I just took what I wanted because I
could. Always in command and always in charge of what was happening
with me. I thought that one day I’d just give in to temptation
and get a good fuck and move on, but I could never do it. Maybe I was
afraid to do that.” “Are
you? Are you afraid of being a bottom?” Draco asked. “It’s
not that I fear the act,” Harry said. “I just have this
idea in my head that whomever I give myself to, will be the one. The
one for me that stays with me for the rest of my life. Isn’t
that stupid?” “No,
I don’t think that’s stupid at all. In fact, I admire
it,” Draco said. “Not many save themselves for their
wedding night, Harry.” “I’m
not saying I will ever have a wedding night,” Harry said. “In
fact, I probably won’t since I prefer the male gender.” “What
does that matter? Gay wizards marry all the time,” Draco said. “I
know that,” Harry said. “But…look at me. Look at
who I am. Albus always told me that it would be very difficult to
find someone who would love me just for me and not because of who I
am in the Wizarding world. Of course, at that time he was speaking of
girls. But I guess that doesn’t matter.” “I
know who you are and I don’t give a shit,” Draco said. “I
still hate your guts. If you weren’t Harry Potter I’d
still hate you because you’re a pompous git.” Draco
teased. “Thank
you,” Harry said with a grin. “You can hate me for just
being myself. I can’t tell you how nice that is.” The
sarcasm abounded. “Just
don’t forget it, Potter,” Draco drawled in that Malfoy
way. “I
won’t, Malfoy,” Harry grinned. “It’s a bit
hard to forget that you hate me so much since you’ve been
telling me almost every day for six years.” “And
I meant it,” Draco lied. “Liar,”
Harry said with a grin. Draco did the same. “I’m
not lying,” Draco lied. “Liar,”
Harry laughed. Draco joined him. “So
if I don’t hate you, then what is it?” Draco asked slyly.
Harry never answered. “Tell me, mister great and powerful
wizard. Tell me Harry Dumbledore.” The pair laughed at the
name. “Oh
god, don’t call me that,” Harry said. “I still
freak out that I actually have a parent that’s over a hundred
years old.” “How
old is Albus anyway?” Draco asked. “A
hundred twelve,” Harry said. “His birthday is in a month.
May sixteenth.” “Holy
shit,” Draco said. “Can you imagine being a hundred and
thirteen years old?” “I’ll
never live that long,” Harry shook his head. “You
might,” Draco said. “I
won’t,” Harry said. “There is no way I’ll
ever make it that long, Draco. No way.” “Why
do you say that?” Draco asked. “Because
I’m reckless,” Harry said. “I do stupid shit like
jumping off brooms, fighting with dark evil wizards, playing around
with snakes…and more recently hanging around Death Eaters.”
Harry grinned. “You’re my very favorite Death Eater,
Draco.” “Thank
you so much,” Draco drawled the sarcasm thickly. “I have
Quidditch practice tomorrow after the evening meal.” “Good,”
Harry said. “I’ll still be in training, but I’d
love to watch you fly tomorrow. You know that since you and I are
both wandless we could cheat in Quidditch easily. Do a simple summon
on the Snitch and have it in our hand in a matter of seconds.” “Is
that how you beat me all these years? You were cheating me?”
Draco asked. “I
have never cheated to win anything,” Harry said. “I hate
cheating.” “I
don’t. I’d cheat to win,” Draco admitted. “But
that’s an empty victory. You know you didn’t win on your
skills alone,” Harry said. “I couldn’t do it.” “Gryffindor,”
Draco said. “If you were a true Slytherin you could and you
would.” “That’s
not true,” Harry said. “Slytherins are cunning and
ambitious. Not cheaters necessarily.” “I
don’t know of one Slytherin that has ever not cheated,”
Draco said. “One.
Me,” Harry said. “You
need to learn to cheat, Harry,” Draco said. “Oh,
I have,” Harry said. “I plan to cheat Voldemort. He
thinks I’ll play fair this time like all the rest of the times
we’ve faced off. He never missed a trick with me. He came out
slinging the AK on the first punch never giving me a chance. Well,
he’ll have his hands full with me now. I’m stronger than
he is. He has more experience, technically, but I’ve learned
how the fucker operates after all these years and I’m ready to
go after his ass.” “So…what
is the plan? Are the Aurors just sending you out to Hogsmeade alone?
Please tell me you won’t be alone,” Draco said in dread. “I
can’t tell you,” Harry said. “I can’t tell
anyone. I know the plan but Albus has a charm lock on it in my mind
to prevent me from telling anyone. He and I worked on that charm for
months last year.” “Harry,
I know that you are confident, but Voldemort is very powerful,”
Draco said. “Tell me that you know exactly what you’re
doing. Reassure me because…because I don’t want you to
be killed.” “I’m
not too fond of me being killed either,” Harry said. “But
I will tell you this. I know what I’m doing. I’ve trained
for years to kill this asshole and I will kill him, Draco. I have
other abilities that no one knows of but Albus.” “Can
you tell me what abilities you have?” Draco asked. “I
will have to ask Albus,” Harry said. “I was sworn to
never reveal my abilities to anyone for safety reasons.” “Safety
reasons?” Draco asked. “I
can only tell you that I have…um, a few things that I can do
that are…well, sort of unusual,” Harry grinned. “Oh
now there’s a newsflash,” Draco said unimpressed. “Hell,
everybody knows that. You’re nothing but unusual.” “I
can’t help it,” Harry said sounding offended. “I
try to be just a normal wizard. Albus used to say that I tried too
hard to fit in. I guess I did, but not now. I do my own thing and
piss on anybody that stands in my way.” “You
liar,” Draco said. “You still do it. You still try to fit
in and you don’t. And that’s a good thing, Harry. You are
special. So special…” Draco ran his fingers through
Harry’s thick dark hair. “And that’s why I…I
hate you so much.” Draco grinned. Harry did also. “But
you’re mine, so I can do what I want with you. Is that right?” “Yeah,”
Harry nodded. “Have your way with me.” “I
would do that right now, but I know you’re tired. And…so
am I just a bit,” Draco rolled over onto his back beside Harry
on the mattress. “But if you want to…” “We
can wait. I don’t want to be tired and miss out on a single
moment of it when we have sex,” Harry said. “It’s
too damn good not to have it last as long as possible.” “I
agree,” Draco said. “You know, we don’t have sex
all the time like…well, like I’m used to having it.
Daily at least, most times twice a day was my usual. But…since
we don’t, it makes it even more special I suppose.” “Before
you…well, before we…got together or whatever, I would
have sex once a day and at least one or more blow jobs from…from
just about anybody,” Harry said. “I didn’t care who
it was. It’s very strange just having people want to suck you
off for no damn reason. Some wanted dope for it, and I gave it if I
was in the mood. If not, then…cash works, too. I’m such
an awful person.” Harry covered his face with his hands. “You’re
a stud, then,” Draco said. Each laughed and Draco yawned
widely. “Let’s
sleep. Come over here,” Harry said. “You
come over here,” Draco said. “I
asked you first,” Harry said. “You
do what I say. I own you,” Draco said. “Fine,
I’ll come to you,” Harry said rolling over to Draco.
Harry put his head on Draco’s arm and his arm across Draco’s
stomach as they inched together for warmth and comfort. “This
is good.” Harry closed his eyes and was sinking fast into the
depth of sleep. “So
good,” Draco said rubbing Harry’s back lightly with his
fingertips. Neither noticed when that rubbing stopped for each slept
peacefully together. Morning
always comes and is never welcome when two are snuggled up together
in toasty warmth under a soft blanket. Draco woke to find himself
wrapped in Harry’s arms with one delicious Gryffindor spooned
behind him. It was the most alive and loved he’d ever felt in
his lifetime except for the shakiness and gnawing need that
threatened him but he didn’t want to move from this spot. Ever
if it were possible. “You’re
awake,” Harry confirmed when Draco slid his hand down Harry’s
thigh to caress him. “I
am,” Draco said. “And so are you.” “I
have been for a while,” Harry said. “But this feels so
good I didn’t want to move.” “I
was thinking the same thing,” Draco said. “But…” “I
know,” Harry said. “I’m having it, too. Damn, I
hate these fucking drugs, Draco.” “So
do I,” Draco said sadly. “It’s our own fault.” “True,”
Harry said. “Very true. We should have known better than to
start using in the first place.” “But
we did anyway, and there’s nothing we can do yet,” Draco
said. “We’ll just deal with it until the detox. I can’t
wait.” “Me,
either,” Harry said. “Come on. There’s an hour
until breakfast so we have time to take a hot bath and get ready.”
The pair got up and Draco heated up the drug and made syringes for
each of them while Harry drew a hot bath and used the toilet. Draco
plunged into his vein taking the morning dose and it was Draco’s
turn in the bathroom while Harry took his morning dose. Harry
summoned a house elf to bring them school uniforms and both slipped
into the hot tub. They washed each other and enjoyed this morning
ritual more than either would care to admit. They brushed their
teeth, Draco combed Harry’s hair with a laugh at the unruly
tresses, and each dressed for the day. “Are
we ready?” Draco asked. “No,
I need to make up a needle for each of us. A couple of them in fact
because I told Albus that I need breaks every four hours to take a
dose,” Harry said as he heated the spoon. “So, I’ll
just take it with me this morning.” “You
told him that?” Draco asked. “He
knows I’m on it anyway,” Harry said. “Besides it’s
only for a few more days. I wanted to ask you if it was okay if I
talked to him at breakfast about your wandless ability. He may let
you join me today for training.” “Sure.
That would be great,” Draco said helping pull up the syringes
full. After four needles were made, Harry handed Draco two and each
put them into their inside robe pockets. “Damn,
where is my wand?” Harry looked about and found it lying near
his book bag. “Why
do you even carry it?” Draco asked. “Albus
won’t let me use wandless magic in classes,” Harry said
with a shrug. “I have no idea why.” “That’s
odd,” Draco said. “I guess he doesn’t want to
advertise the fact that you can do it too much.” “He’s
a nut,” Harry grinned. “Let’s go.” The pair
headed down the corridors with their book bags slung over their
shoulders. “Are we entering the Dining Hall at the same time?” “Why
the hell not?” Draco asked. “Fuck it. It’s part of
some great plan isn’t it? Me getting to you to bring you to
your death?” “Oh
yeah,” Harry said. “The plan. The orders of my DE.”
Draco gave a soft laugh. “I wonder if the rumor has got to my
table yet?” “What
rumor?” Draco asked. “The
rumor that I went as your date to the Slytherin party last night,”
Harry grinned. “Oh hell. I can’t imagine what my
housemates will say. They’ll accuse me of having fried my
brain.” “Maybe
you have,” Draco grinned. “Maybe
you’re right,” Harry grinned back as they entered the
Dining Hall together and split to take opposite tables. Harry sat
with a flop and started to bring food to his plate. Toast, sausages,
and oatmeal were all gathered and Harry began to eat. He noticed that
everyone at his table was glaring at him oddly but no one had dared
ask. “You
having training today?” Ron asked. Harry nodded with a mouthful
of oatmeal. “How
was the party?” Hermione asked. Everyone else at the table
turned to listen. Harry gave each of them a small look. “Good,”
Harry said shortly as he continued to eat knowing his house members
were aching to know more about him and one Slytherin. “Is
that it? Good?” Ron asked. Harry nodded. Ron gave a snort
knowing Harry was toying with the table about the details. “So…um,
Harry. I heard that you had a date for that party,” Neville
replied. “I
did,” Harry said and continued to eat his bacon and wash it
down with pumpkin juice. “Dammit.
Harry did you go with Malfoy to the Slytherin party?” Collin
asked. “Yes,”
Harry said still eating. “You
went with Malfoy? As his date? Are you fucked in the head? I’ve
heard he’s a fucking Death Eater for cripe’s sake,”
Dean said. “All
those statements would be true,” Harry said finishing off his
plate. “I
can’t believe you went with him,” Padma said. “I
saw you walk in together, but…damn, Harry. Don’t you
think that’s stupid? He’s a DE!” “Yeah.
Isn’t that cool?” Harry asked. “I might have to end
up killing him for that very reason. Might as well make his life
worth living a bit before, eh?” “Oh
holy hell,” Seamus gave a short laugh along with Hermione and
Ron. “That
isn’t funny, Harry,” Neville said. “You’re
right, Nev,” Harry said. “Maybe Draco will kill me. What
do you think?” “I
um…” Neville tried to answer. “Harry,
lay off,” Hermione scolded giving him the look. “Don’t
worry about it,” Harry said giving Neville a kind look. “It’s
nice to know you worry about me, Nev. I appreciate it. Excuse me.”
Harry stood and took his book bag. Harry walked up behind the front
table and took the empty seat beside Albus. “Good morning.” “Good
morning,” Albus said. “How was the party?” “Okay,
I guess,” Harry said. “I have something to speak with you
about. Privately. Can I cast a ward over us?” “By
all means,” Albus said. Harry flung his wrist almost carelessly
and encircled them in a clear bubble to keep the conversation
private. “What is it?” “I
wanted to let you know that Draco has received training from Celius
Fogmore on wandless magic,” Harry said. Albus looked impressed.
“I’ve seen a bit what he can do. He can summon perfectly,
and he can cast simple spells. We volleyed with light and he could
keep up with thirty balls before a drop.” “Very
well,” Albus said. “Can he cast the AK?” “He
has cast it with a wand successfully,” Harry said. “But
not wandlessly. I was witness to that. I wanted to ask you if Draco
can train with me. Since we know of Draco’s orders, I’d
like to implement them into the plan of the Aurors so that Draco does
take me to Voldemort. Since Draco will be with me and we’re
both wandless, it would be much better protection for me if he was
beside me.” Albus rubbed his beard slowly in thought for
several minutes. “That
will require a new plan, Harry,” Albus said. “And the
Aurors may not be as easy to persuade of Draco’s
trustworthiness since he is an active duty DE.” “Albus,
I don’t need the Aurors’ plans,” Harry said. “If
Draco and I went together, I could kill Voldemort easily and you know
that. The only reason I wanted the Aurors there to begin with is to
keep the other DEs off me so that I could get to him. Since Draco
will be bringing me directly to where he is, the only thing I’ll
want the Aurors to do is take up the slack for the DEs I may miss
after I kill Voldemort.” “I
see you’ve thought this through,” Albus said. Harry
nodded slowly. Albus steepled his fingers in thought and placed his
chin on the tips of his fingers lightly. Each sat for many minutes. “Albus,
since Draco is DE, either one of two things will happen. He will
either not be in attendance in Hogsmeade because I ask him not to be,
or he will be there under his orders. And I will not take a chance on
killing him,” Harry said. “I won’t do it. He means
too much to me.” “Yes,
Draco and I spoke of such matters after you’d gone to your
Quidditch practice,” Albus said. “You
did? What did he say?” Harry asked. “He
said only what you know already. He is in love with you,” Albus
said. Harry grinned a bit and looked down. “And I know you are
in love with him. I can feel it from you even as you sit here. It’s
a very different feeling than I’ve ever experienced in your
company. Very strong.” “I
am,” Harry said. “I am in love with him.” Harry
said the words and then bit his lips. “I have never said those
words before. You can’t imagine the…” Harry just
ended and there was silence for a few moments. “Oh,
I am not too old that I don’t remember the feeling of being in
love,” Albus said wistfully. “I will allow Draco to join
you for training. The Aurors will be here within the hour. I will
need to make some excuse for Draco as to the reason he is missing his
classes. I don’t wish anyone to know that you are training
together. That would compromise Draco’s position with the other
DE students here and possibly lead him as suspect with Voldemort. If
that happens, Draco’s life will be in constant danger.” “Yes,”
Harry nodded. “I’ll keep him safe here.” “He
cannot be with you at every moment here, Harry,” Albus said.
“His dorm is located in the heart of the dungeons.” “Draco
has stayed with me in my hidden room for several nights,” Harry
said. “I
cannot allow that,” Albus said. “But
I plan on doing it anyway,” Harry said giving the challenging
stare. “Cut me some slack. We’re about to detox together
and then go into battle. I think I can be allowed a small hiatus to
enjoy myself just a bit before I might get myself killed.” “I
am not giving you permission,” Albus said. Harry understood
that he was allowed with those words. “Be careful.” Harry
nodded. “I need an excuse for Draco to miss classes.” “Illness?
Mental disturbances?” Harry teased. Harry noticed the students
leaving the Dining Hall heading toward their classes. Draco still sat
at his table casting small glances to the head table every so often. “I
was thinking more along the lines of specialty training in medical or
potions arts,” Albus said. “If the students believe that
Draco is taking special training in such areas, that would be
beneficial. He could admit to special training and it be a true
statement.” “Believe
me when I tell you that Draco has no qualms about telling a blatant
bold faced lie,” Harry said. “He’s very good at
it.” “Of
that I have no doubt,” Albus said. “I was trying to
alleviate that mishap. I will go to my office and prepare a set of
forms for Draco to take to his professors allowing him to miss
classes until Monday next. That will be after the situation in
Hogsmeade.” “I
understand,” Harry said. “And…since Draco will be
training with us, he may need to know of my special abilities.” “Yes,”
Albus nodded with a grin. “I can’t imagine his reaction
to learning of them.” Harry laughed. “I hope his reaction
isn’t nearly as volatile as yours was.” “I
was scared to death,” Harry laughed. “How did you think
I’d react?” “Just
as you did,” Albus said. “I’ll go prepare the
forms. Please tell Draco to meet me in my office in a half hour.” “I
will, sir. Thank you,” Harry said. Albus stood and ruffled
Harry’s hair with his hand. Harry saw Draco laugh at Albus’
gesture. Harry gave Draco the irritated look. Harry lifted his hand
and made a fist breaking the silencing ward he’d placed over he
and Albus before they each left the head table. Almost every student
was cleared of the hall when Harry came near to where Draco was. “What
do you want, Potter?” Draco said for the benefit of the two
house members still at his table who were leaving. “The
Headmaster has wished me to inform you that you are needed in his
office in a half hour,” Harry said in the business tone of
voice. The two students were just walking past each of them so they
kept quiet until the rest of the students had left the room. “It’s
about your special training.” Harry grinned. “He’s
letting me train with you?” Draco was excited. Harry nodded.
“Great. I can’t wait.” “Come
on. I’ll go with you,” Harry said as they stood. “It’s
only a five minute walk,” Draco said. “That means we have
twenty minutes to dispose of. Any ideas?” “Yes,
as a matter of fact I do have an idea,” Harry said motioning to
the door. They left the Dining Hall and walked along the crowded
corridors until they were at the end of the second hallway. Harry
tugged on Draco’s sleeve and they went into the bathroom
together where it was empty because the students were attending
class. Harry brought Draco into the stall and they dropped their book
bags. With a quick flick of his wrist to cast a silencing and
concealment charm on the stall, Harry gave Draco a searing, desperate
kiss and pushed him up against the stall door feeling every inch of
his body with his hands. Draco pulled Harry closer and their tongues
swirled with each other’s in the heated kiss. Harry’s
hand found the button and zipper of Draco’s trousers and slid
them down. Draco was moved over to sit on the toilet and Harry knelt
to take Draco’s cock into his warm mouth. “Oh
fuck…” Draco breathed as Harry began to suck him. Draco
managed to take off his trousers and extend his legs onto the stall
so that Harry could reach him better. When Harry’s finger began
to trace the crevice of his ass Draco could hardly breath. “Oh
hell yes…do it…oh god you are so good at that.”
Draco’s hand was on Harry’s shoulder. “You
can be rough with me if you want. I don’t mind it, and actually
I like it sometimes,” Harry said. “You’re not going
to hurt me.” “I
would never hurt you,” Draco said truthfully which Harry picked
up on. “You mean like this?” Draco grabbed two fistfuls
of Harry’s hair and thrust his cock into Harry’s mouth.
Harry gave a short laugh and a sound of approval and lifted his
fingers to Draco’s mouth. Draco sucked them and left saliva on
them when Harry pulled them back. Draco loved the rough fucking into
Harry’s hot mouth and his moans and panting increased when
Harry slipped the wet fingers into Draco’s ass. “Holy
shit…yeah…fuck me harder…” Harry gave what
was wanted and pushed deep into Draco’s body with his fingers
and Draco slammed his cock repeatedly into Harry’s mouth. When
Harry began to massage the tenderest spot inside Draco’s body,
he jerked slightly. “Harry, do you know how to deep throat and
not choke?” Harry gave the approving sound again, readjusted
slightly and Draco pulled Harry’s head hard onto him again
sending the whole length of himself into the depths into Harry’s
throat over and over again each time giving Harry a bit of breathing
time between thrusts. When Draco’s cock was as deep inside as
it would go, Harry sent a hard wave of that erotic magic into Draco’s
body from his fingers and Draco yelped with a gasp. As they worked
together on this incredible blowjob, Harry gave the magic from his
hands at each thrust into his mouth. “Yeah, do it…I’m
about to come…oh, Harry, yes…here it comes…”
Draco’s growl turned into a scream when Harry placed his thumb
under Draco’s balls and sent the hardest wave yet up through
his cock that was spasming with the release of his hot semen down
Harry’s throat. Draco’s body jerked and shuddered
involuntarily as he held on tightly to the fistfuls of hair until his
cock was finished pulsing the fluid into his lover’s stomach.
Draco let go and Harry pulled back. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…I
can’t move,” Draco breathed hard. “Did
you like that?” Harry asked the stupid question with a grin. “I’d
have to be dead to not like that,” Draco said. “You can
deep throat. So can I.” “Oh
good,” Harry grinned with a tiny laugh. “I have hardly
any gag reflex at all. Sirius was eleven inches and I could take him
at fifteen. He taught me how to do that.” “Damn,”
Draco said. “I’m not eleven inches, but I’m…well,
decent.” “Yes,
you are,” Harry said giving Draco’s limping cock a tiny
kiss. “You’ve got a very nice cock, Draco. I like the
curve.” “I
always thought I was odd for having a dick that curved,” Draco
said. “That was until I learned that it was perfect for gay
sex. I can hit all those very nice spots that feel so good. I can’t
wait to show you.” “Mine’s
a bit turned up, too,” Harry said of his own cock. “But I
can work with it.” “Oh
hell yes you do,” Draco said. “Oh fuck. I swear I think
I’m dying every time you send that magic wave out my dick when
I come. It feels like I’m about to explode when you do it.” “I
know what that feels like. I do that to myself sometimes,”
Harry said. “I had to perfect it before using it on another
person. I made that spell, by the way.” “You
did good, baby,” Draco said. “Very damn good.”
Harry stood and pulled Draco up so that they could dress. “I
brought you something,” Harry said pulling out a vial of the
lotuscel drug. The swirling purple inside the vial lit up Draco’s
eyes. Harry popped open the vial and took a deep inhale and almost
fell as he hit leaned up against the door for support. “Oh
shit…that is….fucked up.” Draco took the vial and
inhaled the drug and was immediately a flash of light that shot up
from the earth and was floating in space for about two minutes. “Damn,
Harry,” Draco stumbled and Harry caught his arm. “That
high is…so…so intense.” “I
know it,” Harry said looking at his watch. “We need to
go. We have to be in Albus’ office in ten minutes. Look at me.
Tell me if I show signs of sex.” Draco looked to Harry’s
pink swollen lips and nodded slowly. “Oh fuck. You’ll
have to cast me a healing spell on my lips then and one on my
throat.” Harry’s voice was a bit hoarse. Draco nodded and
reached for his wand. Harry stopped his hand. “Do it wandless.” “I’ve
never given a healing spell wandless,” Draco said. “I
don’t know if I can.” “Focus
on the spell,” Harry said with determination. “Now think
of the spell in your mind. Use your mind to push that spell from your
fingertips. Concentrate as long as you need before you send the
spell. A level one or two is all I need.” Harry put Draco’s
hand around his throat. “Whenever you’re ready.” “Harry,
what if I…what if I mess up? I could hurt you,” Draco
said. “I
trust you, Draco,” Harry said. “You won’t mess up.
Just try it.” Harry gave a small cough. “Take your time
and just focus.” Draco nodded and closed his eyes. He did
everything Harry had told him and concentrated on the dynamics of the
spell. Draco opened his eyes and with a deep breath pushed the
healing spell through his hand and fingertips. The spell worked
perfectly and Harry grinned. Harry immediately grabbed his throat and
pretended to choke. Draco panicked.
“Harry!
Oh shit! Are you okay?” Draco’s face was contorted in
fear. Harry started to laugh loudly and Draco punched him in the
stomach. “You stupid fucker! I thought I had just killed you!” “Oh
relax,” Harry said still laughing. “Oh god if you could
have seen your face.” Draco crossed his arms and gave the
unamused look. Harry laughed harder and embraced Draco who didn’t
respond. “I’m
sorry,” Harry chuckled. “That was just a joke.” “It
wasn’t funny,” Draco spat. “Harry, I mean it you
really scared me.” Draco finally slid his hands around Harry’s
waist and laid his head on his shoulder. “I’m
sorry,” Harry said sincerely. “I have an odd sense of
humor. I think I get it from Albus. He does some weird shit and he
just cracks up over it and I think he’s nutty. But over the
years, I got to know him so well, that now I laugh at his crazy shit.
You’ll see what I mean when we’re with him.” “What
did you both talk about for so long this morning?” Draco said
as they pulled away and picked up their bags. “Mostly
you,” Harry said as they left the stall and the bathroom. “What
about me?” Draco asked. The hallways were completely clear now
and they walked hand in hand in the direction of Albus’ office. “Planning,”
Harry said. “We had to have an excuse for you to miss almost
two weeks of classes. He’ll explain it when we get there.” “Harry,
that was incredible what you just gave me,” Draco blew a burst
of air. “Oh fuck. I’ve never felt so damn good as when I
am with you. Never. I can’t get over it.” “I
think I might teach you that spell I use for sex,” Harry said.
“Would you like to learn it?” “Hell
yeah,” Draco grinned. “I’ll use it on you and make
you suffer the complete overwhelming feeling of it when we have sex
again.” “I’d
like that,” Harry said. “It will be odd for someone else
to give it to me other than myself. That will fuck me up. I’m
still excited that you can do wandless magic. I’ve never had
anyone else to do it with but Albus and my training professors. This
should be so much fun. Me and you.” “You
and me,” Draco said. “Enemies.” “Always,”
Harry teased. They reached the gargoyle at Albus’ office and
rode the stairs up. Draco pulled Harry close for a tender deep kiss
at the top of the stairs. Draco held Harry’s face between his
palms and used his tongue to trace the inside of Harry’s upper
lip gently as the kiss ended. Harry licked his lips. “Ron would
be so proud.” They each burst into laughter at Harry’s
comment before Harry opened the door to Albus’ office and both
entered full of smiles. “It’s
nice to see you so happy,” Albus said lightly. “I haven’t
see that in a long time, Harry.” “Draco
brings out my best,” Harry said as he sat with a flop on the
chair. Draco stood. “You
may sit if you wish,” Albus told Draco who did so. “Although
I am Headmaster, Draco, if you will be training with Harry, you may
call me Albus and do away with the formality during our sessions.” “Thank
you, sir,” Draco said giving a tiny grin to Harry. Albus
explained to them both that he’d spoken with Professor Snape
about including Draco in with Harry’s training sessions.
“But…Snape…” “He’s
a spy, dumb ass,” Harry said. “He’s part of my
honor guard even.” The case with Snape being a Death Eater and
working for the Order of the Phoenix was explained to Draco who
sighed in relief of having a counterpart working a double role in
Voldemort’s service. Albus told the boys of Snape’s
agreement to uphold the falsehood that Draco would be receiving
special Potions training which would allow him to miss classes for a
while. Draco was required to sign some paperwork to that effect. “Draco,
you are now considered as a member of the Order of the Phoenix if you
wish it,” Albus said. “Your duty in that capacity is
first and foremost to protect Harry. We all know of the prophecy and
Harry’s duty to destroy Voldemort. Until that is accomplished,
Harry’s safety is of the utmost concern. Also in the role of a
member, you would be required to pass along any information that
might be helpful for the side of light.” “I
understand, sir,” Draco said with pride. “I’ll do
my best to serve the Order to the best of my ability. And…protect
Harry.” Draco said with sarcasm. Harry laughed. “Oh
god that is so weird,” Harry said. “You’re
protecting me? Well, now I feel much safer.” “Shut
up, Potter,” Draco drawled with a grin. Draco signed the
paperwork with a sigh. “I can’t believe I’m signing
this.” “You
don’t have to,” Harry said. “I think I can take
care of myself without your help.” “I
don’t doubt that at all,” Draco said finishing off his
signing of the paperwork. “I’m just trying to save you
from yourself.” “And
that may be more of a task than you realize, Draco,” Albus
said. Harry gave them the look. “Harry is very reckless.
Foolish even at times.” “Believe
me. I know this already,” Draco said. “It’s
so nice to be loved,” Harry said. “The Aurors are here in
training room three.” “Yes,
I felt them arrive,” Albus said. “I will give these forms
to you, Draco. Your professors will need to sign them. But today you
may join us in the training room. I’d like to see your wandless
casting.” “I
tested him on the stone,” Harry said. “And
what was your level?” Albus asked Draco. “Twenty
four,” Draco said with pride. Albus gave Harry an odd look. “Did
you only test once?” Albus asked. “Yes,”
Harry said. “I know.” “Draco,
you will need to be tested at least two more times to determine an
average level for you,” Albus said. “And if you have been
very close or touching Harry for very long, your levels will be off
somewhat.” “Why
is that?” Draco asked. “Harry
has what is known as a venting aura with those of positive magical
energy,” Albus said. “With you having been around him,
part of his magical field and strength would be combined with your
own increasing your levels slightly.” “The
more intimate and longer the contact with me, the higher your levels
will be,” Harry said. “And if I give you any direct
touching spells, your levels will be even more elevated.” “Great,”
Draco grinned. “I’d like to be tested right now.”
Harry grinned. “I
don’t think that would be good,” Harry said. “I
sort of gave Draco a few spells before we got here. Of a…personal
nature.” Harry told Albus. “I
see,” Albus said with almost embarrassment. “We’ll
have to wait at least four hours so that the field Harry generated
with you can dissipate. And Harry, you’ll have to be away from
Draco during his next testing periods. I would suggest that Draco
have a two hour alone time before his next testing.” “Yes,
sir,” Draco said. “Stay away from me, Harry.” Draco
teased. “I’ll
try,” Harry said. “I’m not promising anything.” “Harry,
please,” Albus warned. “Now that everything is in order,
let’s go to training room three.” The three stood and
walked to the door. “Can
we leave our books here?” Harry asked. Albus nodded and each
tossed the useless bags over to one corner. “You want me to
bring my wand?” Harry waited “Yes,”
Albus said. Harry groaned. “I know you hate it, but we need to
work on it. That’s a weak area for you.” “What
is a weak area for you, Harry?” Draco asked. “Voids,”
Harry said. “I have to be blindfolded and hit a hundred times.” “What?”
Draco asked as they descended the stairs and were walking the
corridor to room three. “The
ability to reach out with the mind and sense others intent and casts
is called voiding,” Albus said. “Harry is blindfolded and
requires the use of his wand.” “No,
I don’t,” Harry said. “I can do it without a wand.” “But
the wand helps to locate the caster,” Albus said. “Harry
will be demonstrating that technique today.” “Oh
god I hate it,” Harry said. “It’s stupid anyway.” “No,
it’s not,” Albus corrected. “If your senses are
blocked or if you lose sight, you may still continue to defend. You
know that already.” “Why
do I need it? I’ll go kill the jerk and this will be over,”
Harry argued. “This
is good training, Harry,” Draco said. “What if you were
hit with a blinding curse before you reached Voldemort or any
enemies? This could save your life.” “Exactly,”
Albus said. “Don’t
do that,” Harry said. “Don’t take his side. I hate
this. I get hit with spells during this training, Draco. It hurts.” “Oh
toughen up,” Draco said. “It can’t be that bad.”
Harry laughed. “Okay.
I want you to do it after I do then,” Harry said. “Then
you’ll know. I’m sore for days after this shit.” “Watch
your language, Harry,” Albus said. “Give
me a break,” Harry said. “I’m about to be a target
for ten Aurors in here. I think I get to choose my own words for
that. A reward you see.” “I
don’t like it,” Albus said. “Tough,”
Harry said. “You get hit with a hundred spells and see what
your language turns out to be.” The three entered the training
room. “Then
don’t get hit,” Albus said confidently as he walked on up
ahead to greet the Aurors. Harry and Draco stood at the other end of
the room. “Yeah,
right,” Harry said. “Don’t get hit he says. I’m
blindfolded and have ten Aurors aiming wands at me less than twenty
feet away. The reaction time is less than a second each after they
cast.” Harry snorted. “You
can do this,” Draco said looking at Harry confidently. “Listen
to me. You can do this, Harry. I know you can.” “What
do you know? You’ve never even seen this demonstration,”
Harry said. “But I do know a few tricks if you want to help
me.” “Like
cheating?” Draco asked. Harry tilted his head in guilt. “Fine.
What is it?” “I
have the capability to lock into you,” Harry said. “With
being an Occlumens, I can almost read your mind sort of if I desire
to. I have to concentrate to do it, but if I have a mind lock, I can
use your senses along with my own to determine when the Aurors will
cast. It’s a simple spell that locks us so that I can hear your
thoughts and you can hear mine for a limited time.” “Excellent,”
Draco said. “How long until you begin?” “They’ll
discuss the training session upcoming and I’m sure Albus will
tell them about you, so it should be about twenty minutes,”
Harry said. “You want to practice with the mind lock?”
Draco nodded. Harry brought Draco over to a lone corner so that they
couldn’t be seen. “Now relax. I’ll have to put my
hand on your forehead and send you a spell. You will have to put your
hand on mine as well.” They put their hands on the other. Harry
closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. Harry muttered quietly
some long spell and opened his eyes. Harry said not a word but spoke
to Draco with his mind as they looked at the other. //Draco.
I know you can hear me. When you want to speak to me just think
directly to me. It’s a bit difficult at first, but you can do
it. Try it.// Draco looked to Harry intently. //Can
you hear what I’m saying?// Draco thought. Harry nodded and
each smiled. //This is fucked up, Harry.// “I
know,” Harry said aloud. //When you are concentrating to me and
we are using this mind lock, it will drain you quickly of a bit of
strength. You’ll need to breathe deeply to keep your strength
up. Albus and I do this a lot, so I’m used to it. But if you
start becoming lightheaded or feel weak…// “You’ll
need to say ‘finite mindiam bindereras.’ That will end
the spell. Say it with me.” Harry taught Draco the mind block
breaking spell and he eventually had it. “You’ll have to
touch your forehead when you say it to break the mind block. Okay?” “Okay,”
Draco said. “This is a lot to learn so quickly.” “I
know. I don’t mean to rush you,” Harry said. “But
you’re a brilliant wizard and much stronger than others. Your
test at twenty-two is higher than every Auror here except two.” “Really?”
Draco asked astounded. Harry nodded. “What do you think I’ll
test at without you around?” “Probably
nineteen,” Harry said. “Maybe more. I’m not sure
exactly. But that’s still remarkably high for your age as a
seventh year student.” “Not
when you’re a thirty fucking nine,” Draco said. “I’ll
be higher than that in after while,” Harry said. “My
levels rise all the time. Albus suspects I’ll be a forty four
when I plane out and stop gaining strength.” “Holy
shit,” Draco said forcefully with eyes wide. “No one has
ever been that high. Nobody. Ever.” “Yes,
there was one,” Harry said. “Merlin himself was a forty
five. It’s his scale that we use to determine levels.” “Oh
holy shit,” Draco leaned up against the wall. “You will
be as strong and powerful as Merlin. For the love of all that is
holy, Harry. Damn. Do you know what that means?” “I
know full well what that means, Draco,” Harry said. “I’ve
been trained for it my whole life.” “You
will rule the world, Harry” Draco said softly with only breath
giving Harry a look of complete awe. “Amazing.” “Why
would I want to do that? That’s stupid,” Harry said. “The
world can run itself. I plan on getting the hell out of here and
getting an apartment in London. I might even get a job. Won’t
that be nice?” “You
are full of it,” Draco said. “You don’t have to do
anything. You will be able to control anything on earth and you want
some fucking meaningless job?” “Yeah,”
Harry said. “Don’t you?” “Hell
no,” Draco said. “Not if I were you, I wouldn’t.” “Then
what would you do? What would you do if you could do anything in the
world?” Harry asked. “Lie around and be fed grapes by
some young naked studs all day?” “Sounding
better,” Draco said thoughtfully. “What young studs? They
better keep their hands off what’s mine.” “Are
you jealous?” Harry teased. //With
you? Hell yes.// Draco thought. //That
should be the least of your worries. I want no other but you.// Harry
gave soft eyes with that compliment. //Kiss me my dragon.// Draco
took a step forward to kiss Harry lightly and full of emotion. The
light lip play was fun for a while. “Harry?”
Albus called. //Dammit.//
Harry thought as they pulled away with short laughs. “I’m
here. We were just speaking for a moment.” “Yes,
I’m sure you were,” Albus said giving that knowing look
to both of them. “We’ll begin by having you and Draco
casting light volleys to see how many Draco can take. Then I’ll
join and we’ll do the three way volley.” The training
began and Draco could take thirty-six lighting volleys. All the
Aurors and Albus gave him compliments, which delighted both boys. The
three way volley was much more difficult but Draco held on up to
nineteen which was a great accomplishment. “Harry
only held six on his first time with a three way volley,” Albus
said. Draco laughed. “I
may have held more if you hadn’t did that frog thing,”
Harry said. “He turned the chair into a frog and it hopped on
my foot and I missed a ball. He’s very wicked and evil. Albus
should have been a dark lord.” Harry laughed and Albus sent him
a light tickling spell that dropped him on his knees. “Don’t
do that or I’m giving you that cold feet spell that you hate so
much,” Harry said. Draco was delighted by the playful break.
The next session featured Harry volleying with the other Aurors for a
while and Draco was asked to take a turn. Simple stuns he could do
which was all that was required. Harry watched him closely and made
suggestions to his stances and casting waves. After more of the
volleys and other teachings, it was nearing lunchtime. “Albus,
we need a break. Right now.” “Fine,”
Albus understood that the drug was needed and both boys were a bit
sweaty. “Have your lunch and return here at a quarter past
one.” Both boys nodded and quickly left the training room. The
den was the closest place so they hurried about until they entered.
Each sat on a crate. “This
training is great,” Draco said. “It’s harder than
it looks.” Each found a vein and plunged in the amount of the
drug needed to sate them for four more hours. “How long will
this training session last today?” “Probably
until around eight this evening,” Harry said. “But
I have Quidditch practice at six,” Draco said. “Fine.
Go to practice,” Harry said. “The Aurors will probably
work with me until you return after practice or until we’re
done. I can meet you here if you like.” “I
may need to go hang out in the Slytherin common room for a while this
evening before I come back here,” Draco said. “I want
others to think that I’m in my dorm room at night.” “I
told Albus that you were staying with me at night,” Harry said.
Draco’s eyes widened. “Don’t worry. He said he
can’t give his permission, but he just said to be careful which
means…well, be careful and not get caught by Filch or another
teacher after hours.” “Fine,”
Draco said. “I can do that. “ “Ready
for lunch?” Harry asked. They walked along the corridor
speaking to each other quietly when Kendra came up behind them both,
wrapped her arms around their waists and walked between them. “My
two favorite sexy studs,” Kendra said. They gave her grins.
“Want to get together later?” “Sorry,
Kendra,” Draco said. “We are sort of exclusive a bit
now.” “Bummer,”
Kendra said sadly. “And
keep that to yourself, you hear me?” Harry told her firmly.
“And don’t be mentioning shit to Seamus either.” “I
never told Seamus a damn thing,” Kendra said. “So, when I
can come get something from you? After dinner?” “I’m
training,” Harry said. “Besides, I don’t have
anything.” “You
don’t?” Kendra looked panicked. “Oh shit. Nobody
else has anything, Harry, and I’m freaking out here. I’ve
not had a hit in almost two days. You don’t have nothing?”
Harry reached into his side pocket and pulled out the lotuscel. Harry
pulled her over into an alcove and handed her the vial. “One
hit of this is all I can give you.” Kendra quickly took the
vial and inhaled a large dose and sat on the stone. Harry took the
vial from her and he and Draco walked on. “Damnm she’s
irritating.” “We
might need to go get another load in London, Harry,” Draco
said. “What do you think about that?” “I
was thinking about it,” Harry said. “I have several
others who’ll be coming to me for more dope and I’m
completely out. But…I thought that we…well, I was
assuming I was stopping the selling.” “Yeah,
I know,” Draco said. “But…” “I
can’t stand to see them in shakes needing a high either,”
Harry said. “Especially when I’m the one they come to
seeking relief.” “We
can either go get more or not,” Draco said. “It’s
your call.” “What
do you think I should do?” Harry asked him seriously as they
stopped in the hall to speak. “How
many come to you for injections?” Draco asked. “Kendra,
Troy, Danny, Rod, and about six others regularly,” Harry said.
“If Hemmlett in Ravenclaw is out of dope, then I get all his
people coming to me, too. That’s about twenty more people.” “What
if we spoke to Hemmlett? Maybe we could shuffle him the dope for cash
and let him do the dealing,” Draco said. “I’ve
rarely spoken to him,” Harry said. “Do you know him well
enough to do that?” “Yeah,”
Draco said. “We’d switch out Hiddle for coke on occasion.
Three or four times a month usually. We’ll grab him up after
dinner. When can we go to London?” “Tonight,”
Harry said. “If I’m not exhausted after training. We can
make a quick trip. What about the pills? I’m out of that, too.
And this is the last vial of lotuscel I have.” “I
have one vial left,” Draco said. “Let’s plan on
going tonight. We’ll tell Hemmlett we’ll contact him back
when we get the load if he’s interested in running for us.” “Us?”
Harry asked. “Well,
you,” Draco said. “No,
I like the us,” Harry said. “My partner in crime.” “Hell
yeah,” Draco smiled widely. The pair entered the Dining Hall.
“You could sit with me, you know.” “Yeah,
I could dance naked on the table, too, but I’m not going to,”
Harry said as they split up in laughs and sat at their own tables. “You
sure look happy,” Hermione said to Harry as he sat. “I
guess I am,” Harry said piling up his plate. “I
can’t imagine what could make you so happy,” Ron said
full of sarcasm. “Sure
you could,” Harry said stuffing his mouth full of beef and
potatoes. //Draco,
can you still hear me?// Harry asked. //Yes,
I can hear you perfectly. This is fucked up. We’re talking
across the hall.// //I
could tell you how much I loved having your cock in my throat today.
When you grabbed my hair that fucked me up.// //Stop
it! Damn, you almost made me choke on this bread.// Draco thought.
Harry laughed out loud at the table for seemingly no reason getting
looks from his house members. “What?”
Harry asked. “I just thought of something funny.” //Don’t
do that, you bitch.// Harry thought to Draco giving him a quick
glance and a grin before looking away again. Harry continued to eat
and have the mental conversation. //I loved deep throating you. Damn
that was so fucking good. I love watching you come. I get off on
that.// //You’re
making me hard right now, you know.// //Yes,
I know. Do you think I can make you come from over here?// Harry
teased. //Probably.//
Draco thought with a grin. Harry laughed softly at his plate. //I
can’t wait to slide my cock in your ass and have you scream my
name when you come.// //Oh
hell yes. Tell me more.// //Harry,
you do know that the first time is a bit, you know…painful at
first. Right?// //Of
course I know that. Are you worried about me, baby?// //Well,
you’ve never had that and I just wanted to make sure you knew
it. But the first time is so good when that first initial pain is
over. Oh god I can’t wait to have you.// //Then
take me. I’m yours, my dragon.// Harry thought in that
seductive way that seduced flooded Draco’s groin with desire. //Damn.
When will we ever have enough time to have sex? Now we’re going
to London tonight and we’ll both be tired every night with
training.// //We’ll
find time. Believe me I am as anxious as you are.// Harry took a long
drink of his water. //I want to feel you inside me. Filling my body
with your own.// //Hell
yes. This is so erotic. Speaking to you with my mind and enjoying
watching you across the hall react to my thoughts.// “You
okay?” Ron asked of Harry’s quietness and odd look to the
table that he’d been staring at for a few minutes. “Yeah.
Fine,” Harry grinned. “I’m just concentrating on
some things right now. Give me a few minutes.” Ron nodded. That
wasn’t such an odd request of Harry’s after all. //I’d
love to fuck your ass with my tongue right now.// Harry thought and
heard someone spit water out across the hall with a spray. Harry
looked up to see Draco wiping the water from his chin. Harry closed
his eyes and did his best not to laugh or grin, which wasn’t
working too well. //You
bastard.// Draco thought. //Well,
it’s true. I’m sitting here hard as a rock and thinking
to you about our mind-blowing sex. I’m rubbing my cock with my
hand can you see?// Draco looked up a bit and could barely see
underneath the Gryffindor table through the other students. //Yes,
I see. Can you imagine me underneath that table taking your cock and
deep throating you? Wouldn’t that be nice?// //Oh
yeah. Tell me more until I come.// //Are
you planning on jacking off at the table?// Draco asked as if it were
insane. //Hell,
yeah. Talk to me. Make me come. Come on do it.// Harry winked across
the room. //Harry
Potter, you are one sick individual. You are sitting at the lunch
table for cripe’s sake. You can’t just jack off at the
table.// //Hell,
yes I can. Now, come on. Talk to me. Tell me what you’d do to
me. Tell me about what you’re going to do when you finally get
to fuck me.// //Fine.
I’ll make sure you’re relaxed first. I’ll kiss your
smooth tanned skin that I just love. I’ll bite you lightly with
my teeth randomly across your stomach.// //Yeah.
Good. More.// Harry thought as he rubbed his cock through his
trousers at the table. Nobody noticed and Harry was playing up the
normalcy at the table. //I’ll
flick my tongue on the head of your cock so lightly making you want
more. My hot mouth will be waiting to take it all and you’ll
grab my hair and shove that hard dick of yours down my tight throat.
Can you imagine how warm and tight my throat is?// //Hell,
yeah. Oh god I’d love to do that right now. Talk to me.// Harry
thought licking his lips slightly. //As
you are writhing uncontrollably beneath me, I’d gently slide in
a finger into your ass slicked up with lube. Can you feel it? Can you
feel me fucking you with my finger as I suck you off? I know you can.
After you’re used to one finger I’d use two and move them
deep inside you hitting that sweet spot which makes you almost
scream.// //Oh
fuck. Damn I’m getting close. Come on, talk to me, baby. Make
it good.// Harry thought hard as he bit his lip slightly. Draco gave
a soft laugh at their play in Dining Hall. //When
you are begging me for more, I slide out all my fingers and you feel
so empty. You need me. You want me inside you so bad you think you’ll
die if I don’t give it to you at that moment. But I aim to
please you and give you what you want. I push the head of my hard
throbbing cock into your tight ass and let you get used to the
feeling of having something so damn good for the first time. You want
it all? Do you think you can take it all on the maiden voyage? You
say yes in your sexy voice and I push hard inside you and you scream
with the pained pleasure of it.// //Oh
fuck. Oh fuck. Come on. I’m about to come right now. Draco,
please, talk to me more. Give it to me. Tell me how you’ll fuck
me.// Harry’s eyes were closed and he was biting his lip at the
other table. Draco’s hard on was needing attention by this
time, but he refrained and decided to give Harry the mental sex. //You
feel so tight and full of me that your mind spins and you’ve
never felt so good in your entire life as when I begin to move gently
at first drawing back and pushing deeper inside your body. I am
touching you in places you’ve never been touched before and you
feel so hot and tight wrapped around me. I keep fucking you and
fucking you so damn good that you’re losing your mind over it.
Then when you think it can’t get any better, I start stroking
your beautiful cock as I fuck you harder.// //Come
on. I’m ready. Do it. Tell me. Hurry.// Harry thought quickly
in need to have his orgasm. //And
as I’m fucking you long and deep you feel about to come. I’m
stroking that long hard dick for you as I keep pumping your sweet ass
with my cock and you’re about to explode. Then I reach down to
give you that hard sexy spell. With the last of several hard strokes
to you, I know you are coming and I send that spell up through your
balls and it shoots out the head of your dick and you scream my name
as your come covers us both. And my dick is buried inside you so deep
and you can feel my hot juice spilling into your ass and it’s
so fucking good that you…// //Okay…damn.
Okay. Shit. I just fucking come. Damn. Oh hell that was good. Oh,
man. This fucking rules.// //I
love it that I can make you come from all the way over here. That is
such a control thing.// //Fuck
it. I loved it. I just used a wandless spell to clean up so that
nobody knows what we just did. Isn’t that cool?// Harry gave a
short smile to Draco. //Hell,
yeah. Damn, Harry. Just making you come I feel high off of it. This
feeling is so good knowing you come for me. Just for me. Damn, I
can’t get over it.// //I
will come just for you. The sound of your voice in my mind makes me
come by just hearing it. You give me pleasure from across a room,
Draco. You never touched me but you seduced me and made me surrender
to you.// //Holy
shit. I get off on hearing you say shit like that. I have never
wanted anybody like I want you, Harry. Damn. I mean it. You make me
want you every fucking second and I feel helpless at wanting you so
bad. I feel just…damn frustrated that I can’t have
you.// //You
do have me. I’m yours, Draco. And the best part is that you are
mine. You belong to me.// //Tell
me that again.// //You’re
mine, baby. All mine. You. Belong. To. Me. And. Only. Me. Others want
you, Draco. I see their looks of lust for you. I see them wanting to
have you and they want to try to give you what you want. But only I
can give you what you want. Only I can give you what you need. I know
you. I know how you feel and I know your body intimately. I am the
only one who can give you that sex magic like you need it. Only me.
And you belong to me now.// //Hell
yeah. Oh god I think I’m high when you say shit like that. It
fucks with my mind. You’re so damn good, Harry. So fucking
good.// //Only
for you. Only for you, Draco. It’s all for you and it’s
all good. Isn’t this fun?// Harry thought. //Yes,
but I’m getting weak from it. I may need to end it soon.//
Draco thought as he put his head in his hands. //Use
the finite to end it so you can rest. I’m sorry for overworking
you the first time with this mind lock.// //No,
no I love it. I absolutely love it. But I think I will end it now.
How long until we can do it again?// Draco asked. //A
few hours until you strengthen up again. Don’t worry, we’ll
do this again if you want to.// //Hell
yes I want to and soon. The meal is almost over. We need to get
Hemmlett in Ravenclaw before he leaves. I’m tuning out.// Draco
thought before he muttered the spell Harry had taught him to end the
mind lock. Harry felt all his thoughts come back to himself and knew
the mind lock had terminated. “Well,
I need to…um, well, I have more training,” Harry said to
Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Neville. “What
do you do in that training anyway?” Dean asked. “I
would try to explain it but…you wouldn’t understand a
word I said,” Harry said. “Sorry. Hell, I’ve been
doing it so long I don’t even think about it anymore. See you
guys,” Harry walked away and out of the Dining Hall. “Harry
is so interesting,” Neville grinned. “I think he’s
great.” “He
is great,” Hermione said. “Totally
fucked up in his ratty brain, but yes, he is sort of cool,” Ron
said. “I miss him a lot. He’s never around anymore and…I
just…well, I just miss him.” Harry
waited across the hall in an empty classroom to see Draco and
Hemmlett walking out of the Dining Hall together. Harry opened the
door and whistled. Draco turned to see Harry motioning them inside. “Harry,”
Hemmlett greeted. “Paul,”
Harry greeted back coldly in his most menacing voice. “I
told Paul that we wanted to speak with him,” Draco said.
“I
heard someone unloaded a ton of the good stuff at the Slytherin
party, Draco,” Paul accused in his ever cool way. “Was
that you?” “No,
it was Harry,” Draco said. “But I assisted with spreading
the word a bit and slinging the goods.” “So,
Harry, you trying to move in as the head dog around here?” Paul
joked. “You
know I am that already,” Harry said coolly in arrogance showing
his control of the meeting between them all. “But I have a
proposition for you. I’m sick of all these fuckers coming to me
for dope. I don’t have the time to fuck around with it right
now, and rumor has it that I’m the only one with the goods.” “True,
very true,” Paul confessed. “I got my last shipment in
and half sold before my lead man was sent off to Azkaban for using an
Imperius. So now I have no dope or no supply.” “I
think I can help you out with that,” Harry said. “I can
get all I want of anything. There are a ton of losers on Hiddle
around here, and an equal amount on cocaine, amperlius, vitrial and
lotuscel. I have access to all of it in great quantity but I’m
not willing to give up my time to fuck around with these assholes who
keep wanting to suck my dick for a hit.” “I
thought you was into that,” Paul said. Harry grinned evilly. “On
your knees then,” Harry taunted with an icy glare. Paul knew to
shut up. “You listen to me. I am in charge here and you shut
your trap before I break you. If you want to traffic in the school I
can supply you. You’ll make a thirty percent which is a lot
better than you was getting from Copperly, who was your supplier.”
Harry gave the knowing smirk and Paul’s eyes widened in fear. “How
did you know that?” Paul asked. Harry gave an insulting laugh. “Don’t
you ever underestimate me,” Harry took a quick step to look at
the boy nose to nose. Harry gave his hard and cold look. “I run
this school, Paul. Don’t forget it again. If you’re
interested you let me know now before I walk out of here.” “Yeah.
Yeah, I’m interested,” Paul said quickly backing down
from Harry’s obvious control. “When can I get the stuff?
What do you have?” Harry grabbed up Paul’s cloak harshly. “If
you need to know something, I’ll tell you and not until. So
shut your mouth,” Harry spat before dropping a confused and
frightened Paul again. Paul swallowed loudly. It was taking every
ounce of willpower Draco possessed not to grin or laugh. “The
last load I unhauled at the party should be wearing about thin on the
buyers by tonight. They’ll need dope tomorrow. Meet me before
breakfast in the east hallway near the twin knights. There is an
alcove between them and to the left of the alcove is a small hidden
room. Be there at half past seven. If you are one minute late, the
deal’s off.” “Fine.
I’ll be there,” Paul said. “Is there anything
else?” “If
you’re there we do business,” Harry said coldly. “Find
two others you trust and have them slinging the dope for you. I have
a license to kill and if my name ever touches your lips I hunt you
down and leave your entrails hanging off the branches of the forest.
Is that clear enough for you?” “Crystal
clear,” Paul said seemingly calm. “I
want two hundred for your coverage on the first load,” Harry
said. “That’s about one fifth it’s worth. I’ll
expect the money delivered by the evening meal tonight. And don’t
give me the bullshit that you don’t have it because I don’t
want to hear your bitching. And if one thought of turning me out on
this deal flutters through your addled brain, I’ll come down on
you so hard you’ll think I make Voldemort look like some
pathetic little girl in pink panties. You got that?” “Got
it,” Paul said dryly. “Anything else?” “No.
But I’m glad you decided to…um, participate,”
Harry grinned slyly. “Until tomorrow. You’re free to go.”
Paul nodded politely to them both and walked out of the classroom.
Harry turned to Draco who was genuinely impressed. “How’s
that for being Slytherin?” Harry grinned in amusement. “I
love it when you do that,” Draco said in some aroused state.
“You’re such a bad, bad boy, Harry.” “Is
that what does it for you?” Harry asked. “Total
turn on,” Draco said with that smirk and a grunt of want. “Oh
god you’re so fun. I can make you come at the table and then
you fuck with my head at being in control. You’re messing with
my mind and I love it.” “You
didn’t think I was such a bad ass did you?” Harry said. “No,
but I like it on you,” Draco said. “I
like you on me,” Harry said pulling Draco a bit closer. “Kiss
me.” Draco dived in for a hot and hungry kiss seeking to devour
Harry’s lips and tongue with lust and desire for him. “Damn.
That did turn you on, didn’t it?” “Hell
yes it did,” Draco growled. “You
like me in control,” Harry said. “Of you including. Are
you being my sub?” “I’m
not submissive in any form of the word,” Draco said. “With
anyone else that is.” “Fine.
I’m equally comfortable in the dominant,” Harry said. “I
can do both at will.” “As
can I. But I’ve never been a sub but once,” Draco said.
“And with you, it feels good.” “I
can make you feel good all the time, baby” Harry said
seductively. “But right now we have to go to training. Are you
ready to see me do some fucked up shit?” “Anytime,”
Draco said. “I can’t get enough of you lately.” “I
got plenty,” Harry said. “Let’s go.” They
left the empty classroom and made way back to the training room where
Albus was speaking with two Aurors. “Oh no.” “What?”
Draco asked. “They
want me to do walling drills,” Harry said. “What’s
that?” Draco asked. Harry explained that a wall of magic was
made to anticipate movement. The thin pane would shoot out spells
directed toward the intended and the intended would have to
anticipate the spell correctly and send the counter spell within
seconds before being hit with stun from behind as punishment. “That’s
awful.” “I
know it is,” Harry said. “But very useful. I’ve
relied on this drill to save my life before. It’s extremely
hard when it becomes faster and faster as the one drilling advances.
You will probably get to try it after me. The key is knowing the
colors in the spell wave. All physically damaging spells use green,
the mind-altering spells use blue and the spells meant to hinder or
slow down progress are red. Once you know that, it’s easier.
The wall will become aware of your movements quickly and will try to
block you at your own skills. It’s tricky to come up with new
moves that the wall won’t know about, but it can be done.” “There
is no way I can do that,” Draco said. “Sure
you can,” Harry said. “You can do this. I know it. When
you and I fought all the time, you could almost anticipate what I’d
do when we were physically fighting. Use that knowledge and do the
opposite of what you think I’d do. Try that. It will help. I
guarantee it. But just relax with it and try to look at it as a
game.” “A
game that punishes me for making a mistake?” Draco asked. “Yeah,
sort of,” Harry laughed. Albus called them over and the walling
began with Harry leading. For what seemed like an hour, Harry took
spells and countered until the spells were coming so fast that Draco
couldn’t even count or see them. Finally when the whole room
looked lit up from a hundred spells at once. Harry missed and was hit
hard with a stun from behind which threw him a few feet forward with
a thud onto the mat. “Dammit!” Harry yelled. “I
never get that eighty! Fuck!” Harry cursed. “Harry,
watch your language, please,” Albus said. Harry turned over on
the mat and lay flat for a moment and kicked his feet like a two year
old having a tantrum. Harry started to speak parseltongue and was
yelling hard. “He swears in parseltongue so I can’t scold
him.” Albus told Draco who laughed softly at the humor of it.
Harry sat up with a start and jumped up shaking himself off. “I’m
burning up,” Harry said pulling off his shirt and tossing it
over on the floor. “I wanted that eighty. I wanted it! And…oh
hell.” Harry paced back and forth. “Calm
down. You might get it next time,” Draco said. “Go ahead
and cuss at snakes again. We don’t mind.” Harry laughed
and stood with hands on hips for a moment longer. “Harry,
why don’t you show Draco you little party trick?” Albus
asked. “Party
trick?” Draco asked giving Harry some mocking look. Harry
motioned him over so Draco walked out onto the mat facing Harry a few
feet away. “When
I first did this, I scared myself,” Harry said with a grin to
Albus. “He thought it was funny, but he’s one very
disturbed man.” “What
is it?” Draco asked. Harry stepped back one large step and
stood. “Well?” Harry grinned and quickly raised his arms
and was gone. “What the…where did he go? There’s
no aparation at Hogwarts?” “Draco,”
Harry said and Draco jumped. Harry was right behind him. “How
did you do that?” Draco asked wide-eyed. “Harry
has what is known as fragmenting ability. In the smallest possible
explanation, he has the ability to transform his physical form into
total magic and practically disappear. In essence he becomes as a
static charge in the air and can move about and reappear at will in
another place if he so chooses,” Albus said. “The ability
is so rare that it is only documented in two known Wizarding texts
that exist.” Draco looked to Harry who grinned. “You
are so damn weird,” Draco said with wide eyes. “Oh god,
Harry. I mean it. How much more strange can you be?” “Very,”
Harry said. “Along with fragmenting, I can change form and
enter another person. Sort of like possession. I can control a person
totally or not at all.” “You
can possess people?” Draco asked in fright. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “Cool, huh?” “The
ability to intercohabitate in another living organism for a limited
time is a rare gift, but not one as rare as fragmenting,” Albus
said.
“I
possessed a tree once,” Harry laughed and Draco joined him.
“The thing was I almost never made it back out. It was Albus’
idea of a joke on me. I paid him back by giving him blue hair for
three days, so we were even.” Albus chuckled softly. “You
two are insane,” Draco said. “Are you always like this?” “When
Harry is happy, yes,” Albus said. “But he hasn’t
been so playful in a very, very long time. It’s good to see
again.” Albus looked at Draco and gave a nod. Draco’s
spirit soared with joy at being complimented so. “There are
other things you could show Draco if you wish.” “I
don’t have the room in here,” Harry said looking around
the huge room. “I’ll show him that some other time.” “Show
me what?” Draco asked. “I
can fly,” Harry said. “Well,
I know that,” Draco said. “No,
I can fly without a broom,” Harry said. Draco looked at Harry
oddly for moment. “How?”
Draco asked softly with much interest. “I
just can,” Harry said. “And I must swear you to absolute
secrecy with my stupid junk that I can do. I’d be a lab rat for
the Ministry if they knew. They’d want to dissect me for study.
And…I can teach you to do it if you want to learn. It will
take years, but I can do it.” “Yes.
Teach me,” Draco asked softly in awe of Harry’s gifts.
Draco looked to the raven-haired one standing before him as if they’d
never met before. There was just something about Harry Potter. Too
good. Too special. Too fucking absolutely and sinfully sexy making
him deliciously fuckable. And he wants me, Draco thought. Only me.
Pride and affection swelled in Draco’s chest at being the one
whom Harry had chosen to give himself. Draco walked slowly over to
lean in to whisper in Harry’s ear. “I will never let you
go.” “And
I don’t intend to let you,” Harry whispered in return.
Draco closed his eyes with the sheer flood of emotion emitted by
those words. “Time to fight.” “What?”
Draco was reveled out of his blissful place. “The
Diatai fighting,” Harry said with a grin and then took a great
sigh. “You might not want to watch this. You may even leave if
you wish.” “Why
wouldn’t I want to see this?” Draco asked in confusion. “Daitai
is very similar to muggle martial arts style fighting with magic,
Draco,” Albus explained. “Harry is very skilled in this
form of combat, but so are the three Aurors he will face.” “Three
against one is hardly fair, sir,” Draco said. “And
when do Death Eaters or Voldemort fight fairly?” Harry asked.
“Draco, this is the hardest part of training. And I usually end
up getting the crap beat out of me.” Harry gave a tiny sad
grin. “But I’ve taken on five before and won, so…if
you can handle it, you can stay.” Harry took off his shoes and
socks and threw them over near one of the chairs where his shirt was. “Are
you going to strip down when you face Voldemort?” Draco asked
of Harry taking off his shirt, socks and shoes. “You
never know,” Harry said. “I’m sort of into the
dominating overly aggressive Slytherin evil guy thing.” Draco
gave short laugh. “You
are so not right,” Draco said walking to the chair. The Aurors
faced off with Harry and the fighting began. Albus placed Draco,
himself and the four other Aurors present under a protection ward
against stray spells. Draco watched Harry intently with his every
move. Harry’s concentration was at it’s highest and
spells, curses and hexes were being flown in every direction. Harry
moves were perfect and absolutely stunning. Draco marveled at how
much Harry truly was. With a quick sweep of spells, dodging,
reflecting and some sneaky cunning moves, Harry had taken down two of
the Aurors on the mat and had managed to take the third physically
into some type of hold on the mat. “Enough,”
Albus said and Harry let go and backed away breathing heavy and
sweating profusely. “Very good. Your back sweeping left is
still weak, Harry. But your forward cast lunges are perfect. Revive
them please.” Harry nodded and touched each Auror on their
shoulders giving them then ‘ennervate’ spell to
revitalize them. “Harry, take on Dodd, Levitt, Scolge and
Narverly. Use the cross back double blind, please.” “But
he just got finished with three. He can’t take on four more
right now,” Draco argued. “Draco,
I know what Harry is capable of handling,” Albus grinned. “He
has trained in this manner for years. And physical weakness can be
overcome by using magic to replace it. Harry knows this and expects
it.” “Maybe
you’re too hard on him,” Draco found himself saying. “And
Voldemort won’t be?” Albus asked challenging Draco to
argue with pure logic. “Begin.” Albus told them. This
training room was simply huge and the hard black mat stretched out
the entire floor of the room. With two Aurors behind and two in
front, Draco just knew that Harry was toast, but when the dueling
began Harry pulled a few tricks of his own using his fragmenting to
move about taking the Aurors off guard. Draco had a surge of pride at
watching his talented lover take down two Aurors quickly. The two
Aurors paced Harry who was waiting on either of them to make a move
so that he could defend. This was planned and Draco could almost see
it happening before it did. One Auror sent a ‘cruicio’
pain curse and Draco jumped up from his chair when Harry screamed and
fell onto the floor in agony. “Stop
this!” Draco said. Albus pulled Draco to the chair with a flop. “Draco,
silence,” Albus commanded. “Harry will do what he needs
to do. Watch and learn.” Draco felt sickened that these people
would use and Unforgivable on Harry just for training exercises. As
Draco watched Harry screwed up his face with the pain and the rolled
over quickly and began to send a sweeping spell, two blocks and with
a lunge and an angered yell, Harry had taken down the third and
rounded on the fourth. The fourth man was obviously the strongest of
the others, and instead of throwing a curse, he used several physical
moves trying to punch, jab and chop Harry with his hands. Harry
defended each move. Several more curses were slung, blocked and
deflected before Harry made the aggressive move with some curse that
sent the Auror to his knees. Harry took the advantage with a hard
physical move with his foot, a spell and a physical hold on the last
man, Harry had him in the hold with a grip on his throat. “Enough!”
Albus yelled to end the match and Harry let go quickly and backed
away and fell to his knees breathing heavier and wiping the sweat
from his brow. “You are weak. Why didn’t you do it?” “I…I
couldn’t,” Harry breathed heavy. “There was no need
to.” “We
have discussed this,” Albus sounded irritated at Harry and
Draco was finding himself becoming angrier at Albus’ training
methods. “You have to do it even during simulation, Harry.
There is no excuse for your lack.” “Albus…I
can do simulation without casting them,” Harry said. “I’ve
done that enough already.” Harry flopped down on his bum and
sat for a few minutes. “You
will do these curses or you’ll have to run until you’re
sick again,” Albus said trying to reason with him. “What
is the problem, Harry? You know you have to do this.” “Do
what?” Draco asked in a huff. “Cast
the pain curse,” Harry said. “I don’t think it’s
necessary in training.” “And
you should familiarize yourself with using them during your
fighting,” Albus said in irritated explanation. “It’s
much harder to cast the pain curse during your physical weakness as
you know. You need the practice.” “This
is horrible,” Draco told Albus. “You of all people
shouldn’t force someone to use the Unforgivables. And believe
me I know what that’s like. I was forced to do it and I regret
it.” “Draco,
please,” Harry said coming to stand and walk over to them.
Harry sat between Draco’s legs on the chair. “I can cast
them in a heartbeat. I just don’t like to do it. But, give me a
few minute to rest, and I’ll…I’ll try again.” “Look
at you,” Draco said. “You’re exhausted and…quite
strikingly sweaty, but none the less you need to hold off until
you’re ready to do it. I hate this.” Draco said
exasperatedly. “Draco,
this is necessary,” Albus said. “I wish that Harry would
never again have to cast a spell to save his own life or anyone
else’s. But you know as well as I that Harry will always be a
target for the rest of his life. I am only preparing him for what may
come. I would rather he know how to defend and fight, than die not
knowing how to save himself or others.” “I
understand the concept,” Draco said. “I’m just
pissed off that it has to be this way. Harry, you’re royally
screwed with everyone wanting to kill you. Sorry. And…it
pisses me off.” “Yeah,
well,” Harry lightened up the situation. “I could show
you some Diatai if you want. I know you’ll be good at it
because of the way you fly on a broom. You have that…that
fluid movement required to move like I do. You’re not jerky or
sluggish and you have extremely good balance.” “Let’s
not volley again with the fighting today,” Albus said. “Harry
show Draco the first four sets and the focusing meditation while I
take the notes of your progress from the Aurors to form a report for
the Ministry. We’ll be in my office. I’ll need to speak
with you after the evening meal.” “Yes,
sir,” Harry said as Albus and the Aurors left. Harry crawled
down onto the floor and lay flat on the mat. “Oh hell that was
rough. I hate it when they put the pain curse on me.” “I
hate that shit, Harry. They shouldn’t be doing that to you. I’m
just glad he let up on the curse,” Draco said. “He
didn’t,” Harry said. “I broke the curse. Took me
almost a year to learn how to do that.” “You
broke the pain curse?” Draco was extremely impressed. “Holy
shit! You’re kidding!” “No,
I can break it,” Harry said with a nod. “Give it to me
and I’ll show you.” “Hell
no. I’m not casting the pain curse on you,” Draco said as
if it were insane. “Come
on,” Harry said. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve
had it a million times. Hurts like a bitch. Come on.” “No,
I won’t do it,” Draco said firmly shaking his head. “I
won’t.” “Fine
then,” Harry said relaxing a bit on the mat. “I could
sleep so good right here.” Harry laughed. “But I need to
show you some things.” “Yes,
show me some things,” Draco crawled over Harry and lay flush on
him and simulated thrusting with his hips. “Or
you could show me some things,” Harry grinned in his playful
way. “We have the rest of the day to ourselves.” Harry
raised his eyebrows. “And I’m tired, but…not that
tired.” “What
are you saying, Harry? Are you asking me for something?” Draco
played the fool with a grin. “Yes,
I’m asking you for something,” Harry said quietly
becoming a bit more serious. “And
what are you asking me exactly?” Draco also became a bit more
serious and aroused as he kissed Harry’s perfectly soft and
tender lips with his own. “I’m
asking you to make love to me,” Harry said softly onto Draco’s
lips before they touched again teasing, playing and just loving the
other slowly on the mat. Arms wrapped around and a few rolls and
tumbles on the mat ensued ending with Draco again on top straddling
Harry and lying on him chest against chest. Harry’s glasses
were somewhere on the mat lost in their play and Draco looked into
Harry’s eyes with their foreheads touching. Draco pulled back a
bit. “Can
you see me?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “Yes.
You’re close to me and I see you perfectly,” Harry said.
Draco pulled back further. “Now?”
Draco tested Harry’s vision. “I
can see you but your are just a bit fuzzy,” Harry said with a
tiny grin at his eyes test. Draco sat up straight straddling Harry’s
waist and leaned back a bit. “How
about now?” Draco asked. “No,”
Harry said. “I can see you there, but there are no determinate
features. You look like a fuzzy white patch with dark spots for eyes
sort of.” Draco stuck out his tongue and Harry laughed. “But
I saw that.” “What
is your vision like without glasses? Why do you wear them? There are
occculus potions to correct vision,” Draco asked. “I
can’t take them,” Harry explained. “I’m not
like most wizards, Draco. I think you know that. Most potions don’t
work on me. And any spell not level six or above won’t even
faze me at all or take effect. I’m…just different.
Sorry.” “Don’t
you ever be sorry for being special,” Draco argued leaning down
so that Harry could see him clearly again. Their noses almost
touched. Harry’s eyes feasted on every inch of Draco’s
skin, eyes, hair and lips. “Oh
god you are so fucking beautiful,” Harry said with enraptured
wide eyes looking approvingly and appreciatively over his lover.
Harry put his fingertips on Draco’s jaw and touched the smooth
curve of Draco’s lip and the perfected sculpture of his nose
and over his eyebrow. Draco let Harry look at him. “This is
like the first time I’ve ever seen you, Draco. I mean really
seen you without my glasses. Just…just me looking at you. I
can’t get over it.” Harry almost whispered as he
continued to touch Draco’s face in this most intimate way.
Draco was captured by Harry’s study of him. Draco
brushed his own fingertips lightly over Harry’s high
cheekbones. “You have the tiniest of freckles on your cheeks.
And you’ll need to start shaving soon, Harry. This dark line of
hair on your lip…well, I sort of like it,” Draco said.
Harry gave that tiny grin and Draco inspected further. “You
have the most beautiful smile. You always have. I remember you
smiling after you’d won your first Quidditch match against
Slytherin before I started playing. You were only eleven,
but…whenever you smile, Harry, it…it’s like…”
Draco just shook his head and there was silence for a few moments. “Like
what?” Harry asked. “Stupid looking?” “No,”
Draco said softly. “It’s like…sunshine on my skin
and flying with wind in my hair. It’s waking on Christmas
morning to a hundred presents and having a long cold drink after
flying for hours on a hot summer day. When you smile it’s all
that inside me at once and I can hardly take it. It’s joy is
what it is. Filling…and so good.” “All
that?” Harry said sarcastically. “Yes,
all that,” Draco said. “And I hated you for that. I hated
that you would smile and I couldn’t enjoy it with everyone else
that would fawn over you. Everyone else could be near you except me.
I was the one. And I hated you for that because I hated me for that.” “I
can see that,” Harry said. “But you know what else? I had
and I have many friends, Draco. But it’s because they want to
attach themselves to something bigger and famous. It’s not that
they like me or even know who I am. The real me. So I let them and
took the friendship at face value but I always knew that it was a
façade. It wasn’t real. And although I had so many
around me, I was completely alone. And yes, I saw you there standing
by yourself…watching me with this bunch of so-called friends.
And I knew you’d never understand it. How could you?” “You
make me sick,” Draco spat. “I can’t stand you.
Sometimes I just want to beat the hell out of you.” “Okay,”
Harry said in his confused state but with a grin. “Take your
best shot. I’m not fighting you back. Kill me right now if you
want to. I won’t even defend.” “I
can’t do that,” Draco said. “I’m a weak and
pathetic nothing. I have you right here under me at my mercy telling
me that I could kill you if I wanted and knowing I won’t do it.
Do you know how awful I feel about that?” “Yeah.
Probably as bad as I do by being pinned by a Death Eater that just
happens to be a Malfoy that could kill me at any moment and me not
even wanting to defend,” Harry said with dejection. “But
I could make you kill me.” “No,
you couldn’t,” Draco said. “Yes,
I could,” Harry said. “I could tell you something and
then you’d be forced to kill me because we have an agreement on
the subject.” “Oh
yes,” Draco remembered the rules on the three little words.
“Well then don’t say it and spare me from having to do
something I would regret.” Harry nodded as did Draco to the
silent admission of feelings for the other. “Are you going to
teach me some of that Diatai or…maybe you want to do something
else?” “Something
else,” Harry said quietly. “Would you like to go out with
me? I’m asking you out on a date.” “A
date,” Draco said as if it were impossible. “Yes,”
Harry smiled. “To
where? The kitchens? The Gryffindork common room? The dining hall?”
Draco asked. “To
the Mandarin in London,” Harry said. Draco’s eyes
widened. “The
Mandarin?” Draco asked in disbelief. “Harry, you can’t
be serious. It takes at least six months to even get a reservation. I
appreciate your offer but you can’t just walk right in and get
a table.” “Watch
me,” Harry said with a sly grin. “I know the owner. He’s
a…well, he was a very valuable customer of mine and he’s
a wizard and knows my name quite well. He’d never turn me down
and in fact, he owes me a favor. If you want to go to the Mandarin,
you and I will suit up in our best and I’ll take you out on the
town. Dinner, wine and dancing just for you.” Draco’s
heart beat fast and he could hardly contain his excitement. “Yes.
Yes, I’d love it,” Draco smiled widely. “Oh god
this is wonderful. When?” “Tonight,”
Harry said. Draco’s smile fell. “Tonight?
Can we do that?” Draco asked. “I
can do anything,” Harry said arrogantly. “Who has it in
their power to stop the most powerful being on earth?” Harry
looked wildly excited. Draco surged with pride. “And
you’re mine,” Draco said. “Yes,
I am,” Harry said. “All yours.” Harry looked to his
watch. “It’s just after four now. Go to your room and
wear a nice suit for me and I’ll do the same. I’ll meet
you in the den at half past five and we’ll go. How does that
sound?” “Perfect,”
Draco said. “And
would you wear that black silk wizard’s cape you have? I think
you look so damn incredibly sexy in it,” Harry asked. “Anything
for you,” Draco said. “I’d wear a dress if you
asked me.” “Are
you into that cross dressing thing? That would be a total turn on for
me,” Harry said. “I
could do that,” Draco said. “In fact...well, I do own a
few things of a…um…a feminine nature.” “So
do I,” Harry laughed. “I have a full ensemble I’ll
show you some time. You’ll freak out.” “Seeing
Harry Potter in a dress? Yeah, I bet that would freak anybody out,”
Draco said amid their laughter. “Don’t
tell anyone,” Harry grinned. “It’s not a dress,
though. But you’ll like it if you’re into that sort of
thing.” “I
went with three friends over the summer to a club for cross dressers
in muggle Bendershire,” Draco said. “I was fit to kill in
my slinky little ponce outfit. It’s white and…” “Don’t
tell me,” Harry said. “Make it a surprise for me one
evening. I’ll wear mine and you wear yours one night.” “Fine,”
Draco grinned. “We’re sick.” “We
are,” Harry said. “And I happen to like it. But tonight
we’ll be dressed to kill, my beautiful, sexy Slytherin Adonis.
Let’s take down London, shall we?” “Hell
yeah,” Draco said moving over and helping Harry to stand. Draco
threw Harry his shirt and he tugged it on. They exited the training
room and walked along the corridors chatting quietly about what
entrees were served at the Mandarin. “Hey,”
Danny said to them as he approached. “Can I speak with either
of you a moment?” “Danny,
I don’t have anything,” Harry said. “You’ll
have to wait until tomorrow.” “Damn,”
Danny said leaning against the wall and rubbing his hands on his
thighs in his need. Draco looked down the corridor and not seeing any
teacher he pulled Danny aside into an empty classroom. Harry
followed. “Listen,
calm down,” Draco said. Harry sighed in some fit of frustration
and reached inside his robe pocket and handed Danny the half full
syringe. “Listen
to me,” Harry said still holding the syringe with Danny’s
hand wrapped around it. “You don’t tell anyone where you
got this and for the love of pete do it in your room away from
everyone else so nobody knows. From now on I think that somebody in
Ravenclaw will have a steady supply. So you can’t come to me
anymore, Danny.” Harry didn’t need to say anymore.
“Or
me,” Draco said. Danny nodded. “Oh
god. Thank you, Harry,” Danny said. “Anything you want.
Ever. You let me know and it’s done, man. No questions asked.” “Fine.
And I’ll take you up on that offer right now,” Harry
said. “Draco and I will be very busy this evening and Draco
won’t be in the Slytherin dungeons or dorm all night. You need
to block for him and keep everyone not wondering where he is.” “Oh
hell,” Draco said. “Harry, Danny has a sort of thing with
the Slyths. They think we’re fucking around anyway.” “Is
this a problem?” Harry asked Draco seriously. “Not
for me,” Draco said. “Don’t
worry about it, Draco,” Danny said. “Darrin is just…well,
he’ll either get over it or he won’t. I said I’d do
anything for Harry and you, so…I will. I’ll run cover
for you both since you’re taking care of me.” “Good,”
Draco said. “There may be a few questions we need to find
answers to. I’ll be leaving the common room in a suit for the
evening.” “Tell
the Slyths that Draco is attending a function this evening,”
Harry said. “You don’t know the details, but he only
mentioned to you that he would be back the next day. Got it?” “Fine.
I got it,” Danny said. “And if someone asks of you,
Harry?” “Don’t
worry about me,” Harry grinned evilly. “Nobody questions
me anyway. I do whatever the fuck I want. Draco, you might want to
walk with Danny back to the dungeons so others can see you two
speaking. That way they’ll know to ask Danny of your
whereabouts later if they choose.” “Good
idea,” Draco said. Harry pulled Draco over for a deep but quick
kiss. Danny watched. “And you keep your mouth shut about
anything you see or hear.” Draco told Danny who nodded. “Danny,
I think I can trust you,” Harry said. “And if I’m
right, you’re very lucky because I don’t trust too many
people and especially not Slytherins.” “You
can trust me,” Danny said. “I swear it. I’m
indebted to you both and I know how lucky I am to have either of your
trusts.” “Nice
suck up job,” Draco drawled. Danny ginned. “You
prove yourself and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for
it,” Harry said shortly. “I may have something for you to
do in the future that you might be able to handle if you show me that
you can be trusted.” “Anything,”
Danny said. “I’m loyal to my house and to my friends. And
most loyal to Draco as leader and…well, anyone would be a damn
fool to piss you off, Harry. I’m no idiot. I know what you can
do.” “Isn’t
he great?” Draco asked Harry who laughed. “Fine,”
Harry said. “I’ll meet you at the time and place.”
Draco took another deep kiss from Harry who returned it with equal
affection evident. “I’ll leave first.” Harry went
to the door, peeped out and left the two alone. “So
you and Harry are together? Don’t get upset with me. I don’t
mean to pry, but…I think it’s a good thing,” Danny
said. “You look so…well, happy with him.” “You
say one word and I’ll cut out your damn tongue,” Draco
said. Danny nodded. “I’d
never say a word,” Danny said. “I owe you too much,
Draco. You know I’ve got your back with the other house
members.” Draco nodded to that fact. “I can tell that
Harry really…well, likes you. He genuinely does I can see it
all over him.” “He
does,” Draco grinned just a bit at being able to share this
knowledge with a fellow house member. It felt good to talk about how
he and Harry were together. “And…I care about him a
lot.” “I
think you know it’s a bit more than that,” Danny said
boldly. “I thing you’re in love with him. And equally so,
I think he’s in love with you. It’s evident since I’ve
seen you both together before. Hell, when we were all fucking in that
room of Harry’s, he couldn’t take his eyes off you,
Draco. And he wasn’t fucking around with anyone else. He was
thinking it was you the whole time. Totally obvious even then.” “Danny,
I’ve never told Harry that I love him,” Draco said.
“And…he’s never told me because we have an
agreement of sorts that we’d never say the words.” “Why?”
Danny asked in confusion. “We’re
stupid,” Draco said. “But…I don’t know. I
want to say it but I’m not sure if…” Draco
realized what he was saying. “Why am I telling you this shit?
It’s none of your fucking business. Hell, let’s get out
of here. What am I thinking?” Draco led the way down the
corridors to the dungeon speaking with Danny on trivial nonsense the
whole way. Harry
walked the corridors and ended up in the Gryffindor common room where
Hermione was coming down from the girls’ dorm steps. “Harry,”
Hermione greeted with a smile. “I didn’t expect to see
you in here.” “Where’s
Ron?” Harry asked. “In
his dorm. I made him finish his Charms homework up there before he
can come down,” Hermione laughed. Harry rolled his eyes. “Why?
What’s up?” “Come
with me,” Harry said to her and they ran up the stairs together
and came into the dorm room. Ron was at his desk, Seamus at his and
Dean at his. All were working on homework but turned to see Harry
crossing the room to sling open his wardrobe. “What
are you doing?” Seamus asked. “I
have a date,” Harry said with a grin. “And I need a suit.
I have five suits and I need the best one. Hermione pick me out one.” “Where
are you going and what is the purpose of the evening?” Hermione
asked. Harry walked to Ron’s desk and flicked a wrist to create
a parchment, quill and ink. Harry scribbled some note quickly, folded
it and walked to the window. Harry whistled loudly and held out his
arm and immediately Hedwig came. Harry handed her the small scroll
and told her to take it to Aberforth quietly so that no one heard. “I
am going to…um…somewhere nice and I plan on being
seduced later. So whatever is appropriate for that,” Harry
laughed. “Seduced
by who?” Dean asked. The others looked to each other. “My
lover, of course,” Harry said kneeling to pick out a nice pair
of shoes to match the perfect suit Hermione had chosen. “You
have a steady lover now?” Dean asked and noticed that the
others never questioned it. “And everyone here knows but me. Is
that it?” “Something
like that,” Seamus said. “Well?
Who is it then?” Dean asked Harry who never said a word.
“Harry, come on. Who is this girl or…guy…person?” “Would
you like to guess?” Harry asked with that evil grin. Ron and
Hermione laughed softly. “Troy?
Rod?” Dean asked. Harry snorted an insulting sound. “So
it’s a girl?” “Yeah,
right,” Ron said. “You know Harry prefers guys. Don’t
be stupid.” “Then
why do you fuck around with girls?” Seamus asked Harry. “Because
they’re weak and I can,” Harry said coldly. “Harry,
that wasn’t very nice at all,” Hermione scolded. “Truth
hurts, doesn’t it?” Harry said. “I have this thing
about women. I don’t like them very much. Women are not nice at
all. They lead you to believe they are, but they’re not. Women
will work their way into making a man do what they want and when that
is done they take advantage. Yes, men do that, too. But I can beat
the hell out of another guy and it won’t affect me at all. I
can’t hit a female, so thus my frustration with the whole
fucking lot of them.” “That
makes total sense to me,” Ron said. Dean and Seamus nodded.
Hermione crossed her arms and stared at Harry who was laying out his
outfit on the bed.
“Oh,
Hermione lay off,” Harry said. “I use women for my own
perverse pleasures when they want something from me. I’m not
nice to them at all. You know that. You’re the only female that
I ever gave a damn about.” “Yes,
I can see where I’m so damn lucky,” Hermione said. “Your
views on women are wrong, Harry. But you are entitled to your screwed
up, pathetic, neurotic totally insane, degrading and highly sexist
views.” “Thanks,”
Harry said. “Back
to my original question, Harry. Who is this guy that’s got you
all up and about?” Dean asked. “I
told you to guess,” Harry said sitting on the bed and taking
off his shoes and socks. “I
can’t guess. That might take all night,” Dean said.
“Hell, the entire school wants you. Just tell me who it is?” “Dean,
who is the one person that I would most likely never in a million
years end up with?” Harry asked. “Malfoy,”
Dean said quickly and Harry gave him the look. Dean’s eyes
widened. “Malfoy? You’re going out with…and he’s
your…you two are…” “Yes,
yes, and yes,” Harry said taking off his shirt and sliding out
of his jeans. “Hermione,
you might need to…” Ron said. “Forget
it, Ron,” Harry said. “Hell, I’ve been naked in
front of the whole school anyway and Hermione’s seen it so lay
off.” “When?”
Ron asked. “Ron,
for heaven’s sake,” Hermione said coming to sit on Ron’s
desk and curling up with him. “Harry has been in the hospital
wing his whole life and we’ve been right there in the middle of
all his stupid shit.” Harry laughed as he undressed and took
his underwear to the bathroom to shower. “And besides, Harry is
gay and is our best friend. Anyway, he’s way too skinny for
me.” “I
heard that,” Harry said from the bathroom and then peeped out
again to ask seriously. “Do you really think I’m too
skinny?” “Yes,”
Hermione said flatly. “You are way too skinny. Your Quidditch
uniform practically falls off you and all your shirts are too big
now. You need to get off the dope and gain some weight.” “I
plan on it, you bitch,” Harry teased with a laugh. “I’m
taking detox next week after the match with Slytherin. So go to
hell.” Harry slammed the door knowing what was coming.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 04: Chapter 4
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 4: New
Order Member, Training, Telling Friends