“Okay,
you were going to tell us about some dangerous plan thing,” Ron
said. “Okay.
Well, I’m sort of involved with all kinds of illegal crap,”
Harry said. “I have abilities that allow me to…well, get
to well guarded and warded security type places unnoticed and take
objects to those who pay me to locate them.” “You’re
a thief?” Hermione asked. Draco laughed. “That’s
exactly what I said,” Draco said. “So
what kind of crap do you steal?” Ron asked. “Has to be
something good.” “I
have clients who wish me to infiltrate and penetrate places of high
security for objects that are of extremely rare value,” Harry
stated businesslike. “And I’m damn good. I’ve never
been caught. And…I make great income at it.” “You
don’t need income, Harry,” Hermione said. “You do
this shit for kicks and because you get bored. Don’t tell me
you need the money, that’s bullshit.” “You’re
right,” Draco said. “He just does it because he can.
Personal thrill.” “Bastard,”
Ron punched Harry’s arm lightly. “I
just need something to do,” Harry said. “I have no
challenges anymore. Anyway, I do plan and calculate my moves. Right
now I’m working on acquiring a set of parchments for a client.”
Harry went on to explain about the parchments were, who wanted them,
their content, the location of the parchments and the security that
he’d have to penetrate to get them.” “Impossible,”
Ron shook his head. “There is no way to penetrate that many
wards.” “Ron,
please,” Harry said. “You insult me. I’m better
than that. I can slip through any ward with fragmenting. I always use
a few spells of my own design to disguise my magical signature so no
one can identify me. I use gloves that have been enhanced to leave no
trail and I even use a face mask with charms to dispel my own breath
if I need to.” “Why
do you do that?” Draco asked. “Because
I have so much magic, that even my breath contains my signature,”
Harry said. “I’m almost a level forty, Draco. I’m
pure magic covered in skin.” “So
do you have schematics of the Helton building where the parchments
are so that we can see the wards and security on it?” Hermione
asked. Harry nodded. “Absolutely,”
Harry said. “Not easy to get either.” Harry stood and
crossed the room. Harry slid his finger down the wall and a pop
sounded. Harry reached into the wall and pulled out a large roll of
scrolls. “Everyone go sit on the bed a moment.” The three
did as asked and Harry with a flick of his finger changed all the
crates to chairs and the larger center wooden crate to a table. Harry
put the large scrolls on the table and everyone gathered round to
look at the building blueprints. “Couldn’t
you come up with anything a little more…comfy?” Draco
asked of the chairs. “Later,”
Harry said with a grin. “Then I’ll transfigure them to
your exquisite and perfectly tasteful specifications, my haughty
little pet.” Harry teased. “You
need to work on that little compliment thing you have,” Draco
said. “I deserve much better than that.” Harry gave a
short laugh and pointed to the map. “As
you can see the wards are mostly standard security wards. Apparation,
concealment and most stealth worthy charms and spells aren’t
allowed,” Harry said. “But that’s not a problem for
me. Here is my planned arrival point…and here’s the path
I’ll take until I reach this room. The parchments are sealed in
a vault, which is also no problem because I can penetrate it, take
the parchments, go back the way I came in and boom. They’re
mine. Simple.” Harry moved away and took a chair and the other
three looked over the blueprints and what he said carefully. “Why
not appear here? That way you’d miss having to dodge these two
wards altogether,” Ron said. Harry took a look. “Turn
that corner first and take the other hall cutting off about two
minutes and a two wards.” “Good
idea,” Harry said looking at Ron’s strategy for several
long moments. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll do that. Thanks.” “Master
planner,” Draco insulted. “It
would have worked my way, but you just have to know that Ron is a
master strategist,” Harry said. “He was always the
planner on our adventures.” “Harry,
when you get the parchments, there may be detecting or homing spells
on them,” Hermione said. “And what did you have in mind
to carry them in on the way back?” “I
was just going to shrink them and place them in some pouch possibly.
I have about two weeks before I go get them, so I need to come up
with something,” Harry said. “Well,
first of all these texts are ancient and will be quite brittle,”
Draco said. “Exactly,”
Hermione said. “Also I think you might know, but most ancient
texts with this kind of information contained traces of poisons on
the parchments so that any wizard that dared touch them with bare
skin would die for the act. If they do have homing spells or
detecting spells on them so that they can be located if stolen, we’ll
need to come up with a counter spell for you to block or destroy
those.” “And
as for handling them, you’ll need something flat and not a
round parchment holder,” Draco said. “If you tried to
roll these up, they’d crack and break into dust, I’m
almost positive of it. In fact, I know of a few potions that can be
used as a spray onto old parchment to protect it. I could brew it in
a matter of days.” Harry sat and laced his fingers and placed
them on top of his head. “Now,
see? This is more like it,” Harry smiled. “My staff
working on a project. Simply magnificent. I love it.” “Your
staff?” Ron joked. “Fuck you.” “Nobody
has yet this evening,” Harry said. “But I need to work on
these plans.” “So
you’ll have the appearing point, the route, the potion to
protect the parchments, Draco and I will design a parchment holder to
keep them intact perfectly, and you’ll get out the same way you
came in,” Hermione said. Harry nodded. “How
long will you have the parchments until the delivery?” Ron
asked. “We’ll need to set up a ward for security on them
if you bring them here. And if what you said was true about changing
the words on the pieces to keep the real instructions from harnessing
the powers of stars from some evil guy, then we’ll need a way
to do that. Do you know what type of ink was used to write the
words?” “I
suspect that since these texts are from the fifteen hundreds and from
the area of Scotland, that the ink would have been standard indigo
with papaya oil,” Harry said. Draco nodded. “Perhaps,
but during that time period in Scotland there was a skirmish between
several tribes of wizards,” Draco said knowing his history.
“Procuring ink with any type of papaya would have been
difficult since the trade routes would have been blocked by the other
tribes. I can use my microscope and a few tests to determine the
exact composition of the ink and then we’ll go about making a
spell to duplicate the ink perfectly so no one will know the words
have been changed.” “Also
I’ll research about the power of magic in stars,”
Hermione said. “When the texts arrive I’ll read through
them carefully to determine if any of it might be possible. We don’t
want your buyers having the real knowledge of harnessing such power
of the heavens, but if we add words or remove ingredients we’ll
have to have something to add or know enough to take away bits
without raising their suspicions. Especially if the wizards you’re
stealing for know a bit about what’s included anyway.” “I
need to raise your salaries,” Harry said with a wicked smile.
“I had already considered those things, but since I’ll be
out for three days, having some type of confrontation with Voldemort
soon and…well, with being with Draco every minute, I sort of
have a bit of a time crises. I’ll need your help. And yes, I
will compensate each of you highly for your unmatched skills.
Whatever you want, you’ll have it for working on this. Keep
that in mind.” “Whatever
I want?” Draco asked slyly.
“You
got it,” Harry said. “And Ron, I’ll pay you a
salary further for setting up a watch and guarding these parchments
once they’re here at Hogwarts. I’ll be busy doing that
hero bullshit at killing Voldemort and I won’t have time to do
what’s important with this.” Harry snorted his distaste
at having fame. “And
if you die, we won’t worry about it then, hmm?” Draco
asked in jest. “That
would be the general idea, yes,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Unless you want to try and get in through about twenty four
wards on this building yourselves.” “No
way. I’d be fried,” Ron said. “Do you have a date
in mind for this plan?” “No,”
Harry said. “I have two weeks. Maybe on a Thursday night. I’ll
need to find out the security guards’ scheduled breaks and make
it during that time.” “Where
will you find that information? When the security guards’
breaks are?” Hermione asked. “In
the building,” Harry said. “There is an office…here.”
Harry pointed to the map. “This is the main office. The only
problem is that I don’t know where I’d find the
schedules. I think the information on security schedules would be in
this office here. So I’ll have to break in and find those
first.” “Hold
on a moment,” Ron looked over the map. “It looks as if
there would be limited staff members there if you went during the
day. The room here where you said the records would be I suspect will
be empty. Your only task would be to get past these two rooms without
being seen.” “During
the day?” Harry asked. “I can’t be seen there if I
plan to go back and rob the place.” “No,
Ron’s right,” Draco said. “If you went during the
day and left your signature there and everyone noticed your presence
on that day, then there would be nothing said if somehow you left a
trace on the night you broke in.” “And
another thing would be that if you went during the day, we could go
with you to distract the other members of those rooms you may have to
pass through,” Hermione said. “We’d
run a diversion,” Ron said. “That way you’d be
undetectable when searching for the files. Count us in.” Ron
gave that mischievous smirk. “Absolutely,”
Draco said. “You’re
not leaving us here that easy, asshole,” Hermione grinned
evilly. Harry laughed at the three. “Oh
god you all are as bad as me,” Harry said. “Fine. Pick a
day to go during the day after my detox and we’ll go. I’ll
treat you all to a day in London on me. Whatever you want to do
besides our little detective work. And make it good, I’ll need
a vacation by then.” “A
whole day?” Ron asked sounding suspicious. “In
London?” Hermione asked with excitement. “I
cannot wait,” Draco said wiggling his eyebrows. “You
three are starting to scare me,” Harry said to them. “Oh
damn,” Hermione said. “It’s past almost one in the
morning, Ron and I have classes tomorrow.” “I
can get you out of class if you want,” Harry said. “Draco
and I need to stay up as long as we can so we’ll be able to
rest tomorrow when…well, when the hard stuff begins in late
afternoon.” “Sure,
we can stay here and keep you up,” Ron said. “And
I’m still topping, Ron,” Harry teased. Ron punched his
arm in the playful banter. Draco gave Harry an odd look. “No,
we never…that’s just a joke between us.” “Interesting,”
Draco said. “You bottom.” “Yes,
I do but only for you,” Harry said. Hermione and Ron gave a
short laugh. “It’s true.” “Yeah,
right,” Hermione said. “Harry you have a bit of a
reputation at being with almost the entire school.” “And
have you ever heard any of those rumors saying that they’d
nailed Harry and he was a bottom?” Draco asked. Ron and
Hermione thought. “Well,
no, but I never…I just assumed that…” Ron said. “You
assumed wrong,” Draco said. Harry laughed. “What
are you saying?” Hermione said with her suspicious look and
then some type of realization. “You mean you never…?”
Hermione asked Harry. “Oh,
I have,” Harry said. “With
me,” Draco said with a grin. “But
you’d never…?” Ron asked Harry. “What
do you take me for? Some common whore? No,” Harry said. “I
waited until I found someone I loved. Isn’t that the way that
works?” Harry took Draco’s hand on the table. “Amazing,”
Ron whispered. “So
the only person you’ve been with as a submissive…is
Draco?” Hermione asked “Submissive
is a very different term,” Draco said. “Yes,
I’ve only bottomed with Draco,” Harry said. “Only.
Ever. And why are we talking about this. That’s none of your
damn business anyway.” Harry told Ron and Hermione. “I
can’t believe it,” Hermione said quietly. “But…with
you, Harry, that makes perfect sense I suppose.” Ron nodded. “Sentimental
and very…just…particular. Picky,” Ron said. “And
it just had to be Draco,” Hermione said shaking her head. “I
can totally see that now. It would have had to be you. Oh god I’m
so stupid.” Hermione told Draco. “And
why would it have had to be me?” Draco asked loving this
conversation. Harry gave a soft chuckle. “Don’t
ask me, I don’t get it at all,” Ron said. “I
thought you’d be the last one Harry would flip out over.” “Ron,
think,” Hermione said. “All these years…Harry and
Draco have been fighting. Hatred is a very powerful emotion. And
there just must be a very fine line between love and hate. You both
crossed that line. Of course. It had to be. I feel stupid. I should
have seen this coming all along.” Hermione rubbed her temples. “We
didn’t either,” Draco said. “So don’t feel
bad. But the thing with us, is that it was so natural to just cross
that line. So easy to just…give in and take it the other way.
Instead of hating we just switched almost instantly into love.” “That’s
right,” Harry said. “Very odd on one hand, but making
perfect sense on the other. We’re both very stubborn, very
strong, and have a need for equality in a partner. Others were too
weak for me and Draco had the same problem in finding someone that
would stand up to him. So…we fit. And I couldn’t be
happier. I’m keeping him.” “And
I’m definitely keeping him,” Draco said. “Oh,
I don’t doubt that,” Hermione said. “With
that…that…whatever the hell that was you did to me
earlier, I’d hang on to that, too, Draco.” Draco and
Hermione laughed a bit. “We
can both do that,” Harry said. “Draco can do it wandless,
too. Hermione, what I gave you was less than half strength on that
spell. The first time Draco did that to me, he gave me a full
strength spell and I thought he’d killed me. I really did. Oh
shit I just knew he’d fried my guts.” “Oh
my god,” Hermione said realizing just how intense that must
have been. “Oh god, Draco, why did you do that?” “He
never told me that I had to use half strength,” Draco said.
“So, I just naturally sent the spell normally which was a full
strength spell. He almost jumped off the bed when he screamed.
Totally hot to watch, but I knew I’d just zapped him from the
inside. Sorry, about that, baby.” “I
lived,” Harry said. “And don’t say any sentence
containing the word ‘boy’ here, okay? I’m sick of
that crap.” “So,
we’re staying here then to keep them awake?” Ron asked
Hermione who nodded. “Harry,
do we have to stay here?” Draco asked with that look in his
eyes. “Where
do you want to go?” Harry returned the look. “Anywhere
I want?” Draco asked. “Anywhere
you want,” Harry said. “Name it and we’re there. I
can give you that.” “You
can give him just about anything,” Ron said. “And
he does,” Draco winked. “We could go to London to a
club.” “No,
we can’t leave tonight,” Hermione said. “Why
not?” Ron asked. “It’s the middle of the night.
Nobody will know anyway. They’re all asleep.” “Albus
isn’t asleep,” Harry said. “And
yes, Albus said no leaving the school until after the…the
thing in Hogsmeade with Voldemort,” Hermione said. “You
are helping to plan the theft of the most notorious sets of
parchments in the Wizarding world and now you’re fretting over
some school rule?” Draco asked. Hermione crossed her arms in
defense. “But
I live here,” Hermione said. “And I can’t get in
trouble or expelled.” “I
won’t let Albus suspend you,” Harry said. “I won’t
allow it. He always gives in to me, you know that. I always get my
way with him.” Harry laughed a bit. “We
can’t go dressed like this,” Draco said picking up his
shirt. “You’ll have to dress us, Harry. I can tell you
what I want to wear. Give me an outfit similar to your new one with
the mesh, but make it black and tighter.” “Tighter?”
Harry said. “Fine. I can do that. Stand up over there.”
Draco moved over. “Do that bendy thing first. Please? You know
I love to watch you do that.” Draco sighed and shook his head
in irritation. “Fine.
Watch this,” Draco said. Bending forward just a bit, Draco
leaned back quickly and did the back flip with lightening speed like
a gymnast. Harry’s eyes almost fell out of his head. “Holy
shit!” Harry said. “Oh god that is so fucking cool! Isn’t
he the greatest?” Harry asked Ron and Hermione. “Oh damn,
Draco you are so fucking good.” “Yes,
I know. Now dress me,” Draco held out his arms in his perfect
way. “I’d
rather keep you undressed,” Harry said. “You’re
perfect. Oh fuck.” Harry rubbed his crotch. “Harry,
please,” Ron said. “If we’re going we need to go.
Dress Draco in something that is just him. You know how he dresses
like he does.” “You’ve
noticed?” Draco asked Ron in a flirty way. “Everyone
knows how you dress and you know it,” Hermione said. Draco gave
his sweetest smile and his arrogant head toss. “Exactly
the plan all along,” Draco wiggled a bit. “Dress me in
something, Harry. Do me.” “I
want to do you right now, but I’ll dress you anyway,”
Harry became thoughtful for a moment. “Leather? Mesh?”
Harry let his thoughts linger. “Vinyl,”
Hermione said. “Wet look vinyl with silver studding and mesh
shoulders. High top shirt showing Draco’s navel, and boots up
past his calf. Try that, Harry.” “Difficult
order with fabric and metal, but I can do it,” Harry said
holding out his finger for a moment and then swished it hard having
the mental image. The swirl of light enveloped Draco and the magical
clothing appeared.
“Not
bad,” Draco said looking himself over impressed. “Well?
How do I look?” “Fuck,”
Ron said with eyes wide. “I’ve never seen anything like
that in my life. Holy shit…you look like…oh hell, I
don’t even know.” “Like
a god,” Harry admired his creation. “I just really am too
damn good. That is perfect on you, baby. Oh god I am so hard just
looking at you.” “What
about me? I need clothing, too,” Hermione said. “Draco,
what should I wear?” “Hmm,
come here,” Draco said. Hermione came over and Draco looked her
over closely. “Lycra. Tight and skin fitting. Short black dress
with circular neckline above the cleavage. Open backed with
crisscross at the lower back. Hair up and tousled lightly with
streaming tendrils on the back and sides. A nice hint of color on
your cheeks and eyes. Black hosiery and very tiny black lace up pumps
with just a hint of velvet on them. Harry, could you do that please?” “Draco,
just imagine it on her and I’ll use your brainwave to
transform,” Harry said. “I can’t even remember what
you said from looking at your ass in vinyl.” Draco wiggled his
ass for Harry and then took the mental image for Hermione. “Okay,
do it,” Draco said. Harry used Draco’s wave and flicked
his hand in the same manner. The spell wrapped around Hermione and
changed her into Draco’s mental image of dress. “Oh
how nice,” Hermione said. “Very comfortable, too. Thank
you, Draco.” Ron’s eyes went wide at the sight of
Hermione in something so revealing. The hem of her tight black dress
was above mid thigh. Ron could hardly breathe. “Ron?”
Harry said. “Ron, damn, snap out of it.” “She’s…you’re
just so…beautiful, Hermione,” Ron said. Hermione gave
her sweetest smile. “Thank
you,” Hermione said. “Harry, give Ron something to wear.
Black to match us all.” “Multi
pocket pants with a black button up and heavier black boots with
straps up the sides,” Draco said. “Make him look like a
bad ass.” “Oh
yes,” Hermione squinted imagining it. “How sexy.” “I’m
not a miracle worker, you know,” Harry said and Ron pulled
Harry up from the chair by his collar. Harry would have laughed at
their play fighting. “What
the hell did you say? Are you insulting me you little freak? I’ll
shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be spit shining it with
your tongue,” Ron said. “Do
you have a fascination with my ass? And as kinky as that sounds, Ron,
you need to let me go so I can dress you properly,” Harry said.
“I’m paying these two fashion consultants by the hour.”
Ron laughed and pushed Harry back. “Now, hold still.”
Harry took a moment to imagine what he wanted for Ron and then
flicked his hand hard. The swirling light engulfed Ron and the outfit
appeared. With another flick, Harry added Ron a cap in black. “Nice,”
Hermione said of the hat. “A
hat? Why?” Ron said. “Your
red hair is very noticeable,” Draco said. “And
you’re white hair isn’t?” Ron said. “My
hair is not white,” Draco argued. “It’s translucent
light platinum blond. And natural if you remember.” The others
grinned largely. “Now that you’ve all seen me naked.” “Transform
your clothing, Harry and we’ll be ready,” Hermione said.
Harry thought for a moment by looking up and squinting. With a grin
Harry flung his wrist downward over himself and transformed with all
black classic black suit with a black tee underneath, soft black
dress shoes, no glasses and was dressed to kill. “Oh
my god,” Draco said giving an appreciative look. “How
sexy you are.” “Thank
you, my dragon,” Harry said. “Are we ready?” “Um…Harry?”
Ron asked suspiciously. “How come you didn’t give me
underwear?” They all laughed. “Because
none of us have any,” Harry said. Ron looked to Hermione who
grinned. “Oh
shit,” Ron said looking at the hem of her skirt. “Keep
your eyes and hands to yourself, mister,” Hermione teased. “Harry,
how are we going? The corridor? The carriage?” Draco asked. “Either
of three ways. The corridor and then Apparate to London, the carriage
to Hogsmeade and Apparate from the same location as last time, or I
can fragment us all and take us that way,” Harry said. “I
can do anything. You choose.” “I’d
like to take the carriage again. It was very romantic,” Draco
said. “Oh
that would be lovely,” Hermione said. “It’s a very
warm night. But…I may need a bit of a cover up with this.”
Hermione motioned to her dress. Harry flicked his hand and gave her a
beautiful cardigan of lace with mink trim on the collar and cuffs.
“How nice. Thank you.” “I’ll
call my carriage,” Harry said. “I’ll be back in
about two minutes. Draco, please take Ron and Hermione to my personal
exit from here and I’ll meet you there.” Harry nodded and
then vanished in his fragmenting. “He’s
so damn good,” Draco said. “Let’s go.” The
three left the den and were careful about sneaking through the
hallways quietly to avoid any patrolling of Filch, McGonagall or
Snape. It took several minutes and when they arrived Harry was there
waiting on them. “You’re so good.” “I
know,” Harry said taking Draco’s hand and pulling him
closer lightly to take a light kiss. “The carriage is on the
way. It’ll be about six minutes.” “So,
what club are we going to? I haven’t been to many in London,”
Ron said. “We
could go back to the Cradleback,” Draco said. “Or to the
one on the beach. What was the name of it?” “The
Harborwest,” Harry said. “It has a bar with modern music.
I think it’s on the strip there. Many stores and several
Wizarding shops are there on Legrain Avenue.” “You
know all of London?” Hermione asked. “Most
of it like the back of my hand,” Harry said. “I go all
the time. That’s why you never see me around here. I’ve
been trapped in this school for three years straight summers and all.
Sometimes I just have to get out of here and let loose a bit. Are any
of you hungry? I am a bit. We could have a nice meal out. I know of a
few nice places.” “Like
where?” Ron asked. “Near
the Harborwest club there are several nice restaurants,” Harry
said in thought. “There is the Harrington House, BeagleLine
Derby, Farthingale’s or Jameson Chateau. All of them are very
nice.” “I’ve
been to the Harrington House many times,” Draco said. “Lucius
took me there on business trips of his all the time. I know the
owner. Robert…” “Dellanton,”
Harry finished. “I know him, too. He’s a total bastard.
Mean as hell.” “Yes,
you could say that,” Draco said. “Surprises me that you
know him.” “I
know people,” Harry said. “I know people that have
associated with DEs. That was a project of mine two years ago. Find
out what DEs do when they’re not killing people. Do you want to
go to the Harrington House then?” “Hell
no,” Draco said. “If he’s there it would mean big
trouble. Someplace else.” “I’ve
heard that Farthingale’s is very fine,” Hermione said.
“I’ve never been but I heard that the atmosphere is nice
there.” “Farthingale’s
it is then. And here’s our carriage,” Harry said seeing
it coming. They waited and when the carriage arrived, Ron assisted
Hermione in and Harry assisted Draco. “Hogsmeade to
Aberforth’s, Grindy.” “Grindy?”
Ron asked as the carriage took off in a spirited trot in that
direction. “The
thestral pulling this carriage is named Grindy,” Harry gave a
short chuckle. “Named after the wizard Albus defeated,
Grindewald, back years ago.” “What
a nice night,” Draco said snuggling up to Harry a bit. Harry
put his arm around Draco who leaned in further when Harry kissed his
neck and ear a bit. “I love it when you spoil me.” “And
he does,” Hermione said. “Giving you Gaelis ‘Brothered
Fount’ nude? That was a bit excessive, Harry.” “I’m
rich and powerful,” Harry said with his sexy arrogant smile. “I
can do anything and why shouldn’t I give Draco anything he
wants simply because I can?” There was a silence before they
all laughed just a bit. “Arrogant
bastard,” Ron said. “Who
are you speaking to? Me or Harry?” Draco asked. “That,”
Ron pointed at Harry. “You’re beginning to sound like
Malfoy now.” “Thank
you,” Harry said.
“I
don’t think that was supposed to be a compliment, Harry,”
Hermione teased. “I’m
insulted,” Draco said. “I’m
not. I’d love to be like Draco,” Harry said. “He’s
perfect in every way. Stunning and simply magnificent.” “Yes,
I am. Thank you, baby,” Draco said. Ron and Hermione laughed at
the pair. “Oh
god you two are terrible,” Ron said with a smile. “Think
about it,” Harry said philosophically. “Tonight we can do
anything we want. I have more money than I could ever possibly spend,
more magical power than any being on earth and nothing but a night to
do whatever the hell I want. So let’s have a great time and
take down London.” Harry gave that evil grin. “I
just love it when you say shit like that,” Draco said in an
aroused state. “And
you have muggle money?” Ron asked. Harry dug out his wallet and
threw it at Hermione who opened it and her jaw dropped. “There
is…Harry, there are thousands in here,” Hermione said
picking through the wallet. “Nice photo.” Hermione
laughed and showed it to Ron who shook his head. “That’s
awful,” Ron said. Hermione handed the wallet to Draco who
scowled. “Harry,
that is an awful picture of you,” Draco said. “I’m
not photogenic, so sue me,” Harry said. “Yes,
you are,” Draco said. “You’re very handsome.” “He’s
geeky,” Ron teased. “But it’s a good cover for what
he really is.” “What
I am?” Harry asked. “What am I anyway? Toxic genetics.
Perfect blend of the abilities to destroy anything I come in contact
with.” “And
you can fight,” Hermione said. “I
had to learn that,” Harry said quietly taking his wallet and
putting it back. “No choice on that one. It’s a survival
thing.” “You
use the Diatai to fight magically. Can you use that style in a
physical fight? Like with muggles?” Draco asked. Harry gave
some type of amused laugh. “Draco,
I have fighting skills that you can only imagine,” Harry said.
“I’ve been trained with muggle weaponry, swords and I can
use a gun. Many of them, in fact. That was my personal interest and
Albus indulged me over the summers. I can hit any target. And I can
street fight as well. I’m just a killer like I told you. I can
take down anybody. No problem.” “You’re
just one bad ass mother fucker then, huh?” Ron asked. “You
can fight, Ron,” Hermione said. “I’ve seen you in
your share of fist fights.” “The
key to street fighting is taking control,” Harry said. “If
the assailant has a weapon or weapons, it’s much more difficult
especially if I’m unarmed and not using magic at all. And
disarming someone is a bit tricky if they’re coming after you
with intent to harm or kill. Just stay alert and be quicker than they
are. That’s it.” “And
if you’re not?” Draco asked. “Depends
on how good they are,” Harry said. “If the assailant is
as quick as I am, then I might have a bit of a challenge.”
Harry said as if it were impossible for anyone to do so. “But
I’m just good enough to never get hit. I’m good. I have
to be or I’m dead.” “Especially
taking off to London at this hour of the night,” Hermione said. “You’re
with me, Herm,” Harry said. “You’re completely
safe. I won’t allow anyone to fuck around with any of you or
I’ll take them down. Period. That’s my job, isn’t
it? Protection of the Wizarding world?” Harry teased with a
small chuckle. “Is
that your purpose?” Draco asked in seriousness. “What
do you think?” Harry asked genuinely. “There’s a
reason I exist, Draco. Do you think that me having all these
abilities was an accident?” Harry asked the question to them
all and then shrugged to allow them time to think. “What
is your purpose?” Ron asked. “It seems too easy for you
just to take down Voldemort now. That seems like something too easy
for you.” “There
may be some…some greater task for you,” Hermione said. “I
know,” Harry said. “Seems that way. Albus tells me I’m
his replacement with the side of light. The next great leader. Me.
Stupid. I’ll never be able to…settle down and do like he
does with being in charge of others in that way. I need more than
that. I can’t be satisfied with just being in a management
capacity and not getting out and being in the middle of it all. It’s
not me. I can’t do it.” “You
will get older, Harry. And you are physical now, but in the future,
you’ll have to train others,” Hermione said. “That’s
right,” Ron said. “You won’t have the seeker body
forever you know.” “Are
you saying I’m getting old? I’m seventeen, Ron,”
Harry said. “My prime is now and I have no intention of getting
lazy for a while. But…I do find that I need things to
challenge me a bit more. I can do so much that I get bored easy.” “Even
with me?” Draco asked. “Never
with you,” Harry smiled. “You keep me challenged in your
own way. You always have and I know you always will. That’s how
you are. You know exactly how to…well, irritate the hell out
of me.” Harry laughed softly. “And
control you,” Ron said. “In Albus’ office you
wouldn’t even speak until you had Draco’s permission. I
laughed my ass off.” “He
knows,” Draco said. “Don’t you?” “Yes,
I’m trained well by you,” Harry said. “I’m
your submissive. You’re in control of me.” “Someone
needs to be,” Hermione said as they were slowing in front of
the white house in Hogsmeade. “Where are we?” “This
is Aberforth’s house,” Harry said. “Really?
How nice,” Hermione said of the house. “Will he mind us
dropping in?” “No,”
Harry smiled. “He loves to see me coming around. He always
gives me something to do with sneaking about. And…oh shit.” “What?”
Draco asked. Harry looked nervous and bit his lip. “Oh
hell, what?” Ron asked. “Albus,”
Harry said. “Albus is here.” Harry laughed hard. “Get
us back to the school! Quick!” Hermione whispered loudly. “Relax,”
Harry said. “Come on. We’re going in.” “Hell
no!” Ron said. “I can’t get expelled, mum and dad
would kill me!” “Harry,
maybe we’d better,” Draco said. Harry stood and started
to exit the carriage. “You’re
with me,” Harry held out his hand for Draco who just sat. “Come
on. I need a break tonight and he let’s me get away with
anything. I’m going regardless of what he says and I’m
taking you all with me. That’s final so come on.” Draco
sighed and took Harry’s hand allowing himself to be let down
from the carriage. Ron and Hermione followed Harry up to the door.
Harry gave his signature knock and Albus opened the door. They each
grinned at catching the other. “Harry,
I told you no leaving Hogwarts,” Albus said. “And
when have I ever listened to you?” Harry said giving the man a
hug. “I love you but I’m not sitting there tonight
knowing what I’m going through tomorrow.” “And
you cannot bring students off the school grounds,” Albus said
of the students with them. “You
never saw them,” Harry said. “They’re all asleep in
the school. And what of you? You’re not allowed to leave
Hogwarts as the Headmaster either. You’re job is to be
protecting the students.” “I’m
trying to but you keep dragging them away from the school,”
Albus said. Harry laughed. “I
think you know I can protect them. We’re going to London for a
meal and some dancing,” Harry said. “I will be locked up
in the school for the rest of the week with the detox of pain, and
then training until the weekend where I might die. So give me a break
and move out of the way.” Harry took Draco’s hand and led
the others inside past Albus. “And you? What are you doing
allowing him in here at this hour of night?” Harry told
Aberforth. “He’s
family,” Aberforth gave the excuse. Harry gave Aberforth the
look. “Harry, lay off. What do you want me to do kick him out?
He’s my brother and…well, he was going to hex me if I
didn’t let him in. You know how his hexes are.” “I
know very well. You could have at least sent me a warning with Grindy
that Albus was here,” Harry said. “I
couldn’t,” Aberforth defended. “He was here and
watching me like a hawk to keep me from warning you. He knew you’d
try getting out tonight.” Harry and Albus gave each other a
look. “You’re
so damn good,” Harry told Albus. “I
know you,” Albus said. “I know you keep things from me,
but I’ve known you for years, Harry. I can be a parent
sometimes.” “Yes,
you can,” Harry said. “And you’re a very good one.
Best one I’ve ever known. I’ll make you regret adopting
me one day.” “I
already do,” Albus teased. “ You’re a pain and
always up to something.” “Don’t
listen to him,” Aberforth said. “He’s always in
here bragging on you over something or other. Makes me sick to hear
about you all the time.” “Oh
really?” Harry said with a large smile looking at Albus. “What
does he say about me Abe?” “Just
how good you’re doing with the Diatai and about how nice it is
to have you and…just all that crap,” Aberforth said. “How
sweet,” Hermione said. “Detention
for all of you,” Albus said. “You
won’t give them detention,” Harry said. “I put them
under the Imperius. They’re under my control. “You
lie,” Albus said. “But…since you will be going
through the detox and have a full schedule this week, I will allow
you to take them tonight.” “Thank
you,” Harry said kindly. “You’re too kind.” “You
just have the old man wrapped up like a puppet,” Aberforth
said. “He’s putty in your hands, Potter.” “I
know,” Harry said. “It’s a control issue. I have it
and he doesn’t.” Harry laughed and Albus gave Harry a
glare. “You’re thinking about hexing me, aren’t
you?” “Yes,”
Albus said. “Behave tonight. No drinking and keep them safe.” “I’m
drinking,” Harry said. “But I’m responsible.” “You?
Responsible?” Albus asked. Aberforth and the others laughed.
Harry put his hands on his hips in defiance. “I
am a very responsible person I have you all know,” Harry said. “Guess
who was in the bar earlier before I got home?” Aberforth said.
Harry crossed his arms and thought for a moment with a grin. “Lucius
Malfoy,” Harry said. “How
did you know?” Aberforth didn’t sound too impressed that
Harry knew. Draco paled and swallowed. “I
know the man,” Harry said. “And I bet he was scrounging
around for potion ingredients, wasn’t he?” “You
got it,” Aberforth said. Harry nodded.
“I
knew it,” Harry said. “He’s damn good. Malfoys are
all just too damn sneaky. My favorite projects, in fact.” Harry
gave Draco a look and then back to Aberforth. “Did he get it?” “Yes,”
Aberforth said. Harry nodded and paced a bit. “That
could be a bit of a problem, Draco,” Harry said. “Your
father will no doubt try to get you to Malfoy Manor before the end of
the week. Since you are a DE and he still suspects you of active
service and have active orders from Voldemort himself, your dad will
waste no time in drilling you for your progress with me.” “You
have orders?” Hermione asked. “Yes,
to bring Harry to Hogsmeade next weekend,” Draco said. “To
befriend him and make sure he’s there. My fellow DEs in
Slytherin know of my orders. That’s why they don’t
question me being around Harry now.” “I
see,” Ron said with a nod. “So…what
you said in the training room on that day,” Hermione suspected.
“You offered Draco that chance to bring you to Hogsmeade before
he even took the orders. You knew it all the time, didn’t you?” “I’m
not totally stupid,” Harry said. Draco gave Harry a hard look
and smacked his arm hard. “You
bastard,” Draco said. Harry laughed softly. “Relax,
Draco,” Harry said. “It wouldn’t have made any
difference anyway. If you had decided to join me that plan it
wouldn’t have mattered one bit.” “So
will you be in Hogsmeade the day the Voldemort will expect Harry
there?” Ron asked Draco. “Yes,”
Draco said. “No,”
Albus said. Draco looked to him with a question. “I
have to be,” Draco said. “No,”
Harry said. “You don’t. And I won’t allow it.” “I
have to be there,” Draco said. “I have orders.” “Your
orders mean nothing after he’s dead,” Harry said flatly.
Draco thought about it for a moment. “I
want to be there,” Draco said. “I’m
not letting you,” Harry said. “You
can’t tell me what to do,” Draco grinned. “I have
orders and I intend to be there whether you like it or not.”
Harry stood defiant. “I
will not allow you there,” Harry stated. “No. You’re
not going and that is final.” “Excuse
me?” Draco asked with sarcasm. “I am not under any
command of you, Mister Potter. I do as I damn well please and nothing
you can do or say will keep me out of Hogsmeade next weekend. And
furthermore, I intend to accompany you there and bear witness to an
important event. And if you don’t like it you can go to hell.” “You
are such a pain,” Harry said. “You more than anybody else
just…” Harry growled loudly in frustration. “Damn
you get on my nerves!” “And
you wouldn’t have it any other way,” Draco said smirking
and crossing his arms. “Get over it. I’m there and
there’s nothing you can do about it oh powerful one.” “Shut
up!” Harry said. “You piss me off.” “I
turn you on,” Draco grinned. Harry shook his head.
“You’re
an evil bastard,” Harry said with a tiny grin. “Oh
get over it,” Ron said. “Malfoy’s going to be there
so plan around it. You know he gets his way with you.” “Yes,
I know he does,” Harry spat in irritation to himself. “Spoiled
brat.” “Harry,
that’s enough,” Albus said. “I will expect you to
show up for Poppy at ten in the morning for the detox. After the
three days, we’ll go over more plans including Draco in
Hogsmeade for the weekend.” Draco grinned at Harry who threw up
his hands. “Dammit,”
Harry said. “It’s always you. You are always in the
middle of my crazy shit.” “Get
used to it,” Draco said. “You’re not getting rid of
me that easy.” “Easy?
I’ve been trying to get rid of you for years,” Harry
said. “Likewise,
Potty,” Draco said. Aberforth laughed. “Good
one,” Aberforth said. “Potty.” “Don’t
even say that to me,” Harry said. “You’re old, I’ll
kill you by accident if I have to.” “Harry,
don’t threaten your family members,” Hermione said. “It’s
not polite.” “Polite?
Harry has no manners,” Ron said. “Are
you all finished on Harry bashing?” Harry asked. “If so,
we need to go to London and drink heavily to get me out of this mood.
I’ll be back later, dad. And don’t start on me in the
morning with your bitching.” “Watch
your mouth,” Albus said. “You have a terrible dirty
mouth, Harry. Your language is appalling.” “Wha…”
Harry started. “Please don’t scold me in front of my
friends. Do you know what kind of damage you could do to my young
impressionable mind with that?” Aberforth laughed loudly. “Your
mind is a very scary place, Harry,” Albus said. “Now go
before I change my mind.” Harry gave that sweet and loveable
smile to his guardian. “I’ll
be good,” Harry said taking Draco’s hand. “Or good
at it. See you tomorrow.” Draco took Hermione’s hand and
Hermione took Ron’s. With grins, Harry apparated the four to
London in a dark alley off a very busy street. Several hookers were
with their clientele in the alley. And Hermione put her hand over her
mouth when she saw the public nudity and sex. “Oh
good, a show,” Ron said. “Ron,
don’t look at that,” Hermione said. “Why
not? It’s very entertaining,” Draco said.
“I
can deep throat better than that,” Harry said of the blowjob
the hooker was giving. Ron and Hermione gave Harry a look. “I
can do more than just fight, you know.” Harry laughed and took
Draco’s hand leading them all down the alley and onto the busy
strip. They walked along the walkway at night but it seemed like
daylight with all the lights and signs of the busy city. Everyone was
enjoying the conversations and walking by the window displays. They
passed a barber shop where several men were waiting even at such an
ungodly hour of the morning. “I
might need a haircut,” Ron said. “Did
you all know I’m supposed to have a Ministry official present
to have my hair cut?” Harry asked with laughs. “You’re
kidding,” Draco smiled. “I
swear it,” Harry said. “The Ministry sent some official
to the school after my third year and told Albus that it would be a
breach of security for anyone to take my hair for dark arts purposes
or use with polyjuice. So, I’m supposed to have a Ministry
official present to make sure all my cut hair is destroyed after it’s
cut. And I was placed under spells that I still have on me that makes
sure that any hair that falls from my head vanishes before anyone can
get it.” Harry gave the three a look. “Don’t look
at me like that.” “That
is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard,” Ron laughed.
“Holy hell, even your hair is worshipped.” “Feared
is more like it,” Hermione said. “The
Ministry has a point,” Draco said. “If someone could
possibly get your hair or a portion of your blood that could be
disastrous if that wizard knew the right dark arts spells and rituals
were performed. You could be drawn to a location.” “I
can’t be,” Harry said. “I have an infusion charm on
my blood that kills it when it hits air so that my DNA in my blood
can’t be traced to me or used against me or others. I’m
one walking security spell.” “I
had never considered that,” Hermione said. “How awful of
me. Harry, I’m sorry I never thought of it.” “The
blood thing was done after the Tri-Wiz, Herm, so nobody thought of it
before that anyway. But by then Voldemort had taken my blood and
became in human form again anyway,” Harry said. “I should
have not allowed that to happen.” “Don’t
start that shit again,” Ron said. “You know there was
nothing you could have done. Hell, you were fourteen and in a fight
for your life. Be glad you’re alive instead of dwelling on all
the what ifs.” “That’s
all my life is. What ifs,” Harry said quietly. “No
regrets,” Hermione said. “Remember that? No regrets
allowed. You’ve done remarkable and there is no reason anymore.
No regrets, Harry. Say it.” “No
regrets,” Harry said not feeling it at all. “Not
very convincing,” Draco said of Harry’s words. “She
didn’t say I had to believe it. She just said I had to say it,”
Harry said. “I have to do things just to shut her up.” “You
didn’t seem like you were wanting to keep her quiet earlier,”
Ron said with a grin that lightened all their moods. “Hermione
is vocal. I love it.” “Ron,”
Hermione said in embarrassment. “Shut up.” “We
all heard it, Herm,” Draco said giving her a grin. “Very
nice. You have exceptionally nice legs.” “Stop
looking at my woman like that,” Ron said teasing Draco. “Come
now, Ron. I wasn’t the one on her earlier,” Draco said.
“That was Harry. He’s a whore.” Harry laughed. “That’s
me,” Harry said with a grin. “Harry the whore.”
They all gave a short laugh at the words. “What does that make
you, Draco?” “Your
pimp,” Draco smiled with the tease. “Nobody gets to you
but through me.” “Is
that so?” Harry teased back. “Do
you know I almost laughed my ass off at you when we met on the Tower
that night,” Draco laughed. “Oh god you were not nice to
that girl. Harry, she had to be a fourth year.” “Who
cares,” Harry said. “I didn’t give a shit. That was
nothing, Draco. I’ve been meaner than that to girls or guys
that just want to get me off for the thrill of it.” Harry gave
that uncaring look. “That’s
awful, Harry. How can you do that?” Hermione scolded. “What
did you do to that poor girl?” “She
was sucking him off and I watched it all,” Draco said. “The
he just…Harry just got off and wiped his dick with her hair
and shoved her away and told her to go away.” “You’re
cold man,” Ron said. “I
was high, Ron. And…I didn’t care,” Harry said.
“She got what she wanted and I got off. It was a trade. And
think about it. I was the one being used, not her. She got to tell
all her little pathetic friends about being with the boy wonder. Fuck
it. Pisses me off when I think about it. I’m always getting
used just for having a name. I hate it.” “You’re
so bitter,” Hermione said. “Hell
yes I am,” Harry said. “And after years of it, I just
decided to use my name to my advantage. Hell, being famous for not
getting killed is a bit stupid anyway.” “I
can see where it would be an advantage,” Draco said. “Throw
that name around and take the perks, baby. You know I don’t
care who you are. I hate you anyway.” “I
know and that’s why I love you so much,” Harry said
slipping his arm around Draco. “You’re just as much as a
cold hearted bastard as I am. Very attractive to me.” “Sickos,”
Ron said as they walked a bit further. “How much farther is
this place?” “About
two blocks,” Harry said. “You want to take a cab?” “No,
let’s walk,” Hermione said. “It’s such a nice
night.” “Oh
damn, Draco, your ass feels so good in that vinyl,” Harry said
running his hand over Draco’s slick buttocks. “Holy hell,
I’m going crazy over it. You’re sexy as hell.” “Just
for you,” Draco said. “You can fight them off of me.” “I’ll
have to,” Harry said. Hermione laughed with Ron.
“Poor
Harry,” Ron teased. “He’s the only one who didn’t
get off earlier.” The other three laughed and Harry groaned.
“I
will before this night is over,” Harry said. “Somebody is
getting me off tonight.” “Or
some bodies?” Draco asked. “Whatever,”
Harry said. “Look at that. I’ve been in there before.
It’s a wizard shop called Applestone’s. They have all
sorts of stuff from potion ingredients to Auror manuals. I got my
pair of grankas there.” “I
didn’t know you could use grankas,” Draco said. “I
had a bit of training on them along with my wandless stuff from
Celius Fogmore.” “I
learned to use the grankas from Fogmore initially,” Harry said.
“Then when he left, I had training from the master.” “You
trained with Kiata?” Draco asked extremely impressed with Harry
nodded. “Kiata
herself,” Harry said. Draco’s jaw dropped along with
Ron’s. “Who
is this you’re speaking of?” Hermione asked. “I
know what the grankas are, the circular disk blades for throwing, but
who is Kiata?” “She
is the world renowned granka master,” Draco smiled brightly. “I
saw her throw her grankas at a demonstration at a grand formal
banquet of all the upper class before. How great, Harry! Oh my god,
I’d just die to meet her.” “We
fought grankas. I won,” Harry said to further impress him. “You
liar,” Ron said. “There is no way. She’s the
master.” “Obviously
not. I won. Ask Albus. He watched me,” Harry said. “So
did Lupin. Ask them. It was fun. She’s damn good.” “If
you beat the master, does that make you a master?” Hermione
asked with a grin. “Sure
does,” Draco said. “I can’t believe you. You always
come up with new shit to impress me.” “That’s
not impressing you,” Harry said. “That’s fact.
Voldemort can use the grankas, so I had to learn to defend. I’ve
never seen him use them, but he could do that. I would love to
challenge him to a granka duel. That would rule.” “He
wouldn’t do that,” Ron said. “He’d come out,
drop the grankas and cast you the AK first thing.” “No,
he wouldn’t,” Harry said. “That’s not his
style. He wants to humiliate me before he kills me. That’s his
thing. His ego boost in trying to show his followers his strength of
which he is so very proud. But he’s also scared to death of me
right now, so there’s no telling what kind of shit he’ll
pull this coming weekend. I can’t wait to see what he has
planned for me.” Harry grinned a bit. “He’s very
clever, so…I’ll just have to be prepared for him again.
I’m actually looking forward to it in a certain way.” “Don’t
say that,” Draco said. “I can’t take it. I get
nervous thinking of you and Voldemort in the same town, much less
within sight of each other.” “You’ll
be there then,” Harry said. “Just be prepared. I plan on
making a scene with him if I can get close enough. I’ll let him
know just what I think of his sorry ass before I kill the bastard.
I’m thinking of just pissing on his dead body after I give him
a good swift kick when he dies.” “That
would be sort of cool,” Ron said. Hermione elbowed Ron. “Harry,
just take care of Voldemort and lay off the drama,” Hermione
said. “You’re getting like Draco now with your
theatrics.” “Are
you saying that I’m drama queen?” Draco asked. “That
is exactly what you are,” Hermione said. “You make coming
to breakfast an official event when you show up.” “I
do that,” Draco admitted with a smile. “But I have to
look my best. I can’t help it that I draw attention.” “Oh
please,” Harry said. “You know you walk in a room and
everyone swoons.” “Including
you?” Draco asked with a teasing flirty way. “Especially
me,” Harry grinned. “Then
I’ve accomplished my goal then,” Draco said. “My
grand plan was to make you take notice, lust for me and then have you
at my mercy. Then I could use you to control the universe.” “Looks
like that plan worked,” Ron said. “Looks
like it,” Harry said. “I fell for that one, didn’t
I?” “Sucker,”
Hermione teased Harry as they arrived at the restaurant. “Here
we are. Oh, no. Do we need a reservation?” Draco snorted. “Not
with Harry,” Draco said. Harry took the lead and walked with
them into the restaurant and up to the waiter. “Can
I help you?” The man said. Harry looked directly into he mans’
eyes. “I’m
Harry Potter. I require your best table,” Harry said. “And
you are very glad to give it to me.” “Welcome,”
said the man as if Harry had said nothing. “I would be happy to
offer you our very best table, Mister Potter. I’m happy to give
it.” “Thank
you,” Harry said kindly. The waiter motioned to another waiter,
handed him the menus and told him where to sit the group. Ron snorted
in amusement and the other three grinned as they followed the waiter
to their table. Harry looked around the restaurant for a moment and
chose his seat, but helped Draco into his own before sitting himself.
The table was very cozy with the candle and small greenery in the
center. Some soft music played in the background and the waiter gave
them their menus. “The
special this evening is the swordfish cabaña and the filet
mignon a la gratis,” the waiter said. “Could I offer you
drinks? Wine perhaps with your meal?” “Yes,
please,” Harry said. “Bring us a bottle of your finest
red wine. Draco, is there a particular vintage you’d prefer?” “Yes,
anything French from the Gales,” Draco said of his selection.
The waiter nodded. “I
shall return shortly with your request,” the waiter left. “How
snooty is that,” Ron said. Draco and Harry shared a look at
Ron’s lack of knowledge of finery. Harry took Draco’s
hand on the table just to touch him. “I
love you,” Harry said softly with full meaning while looking
into Draco’s sparkling gray eyes dancing from the flame of the
candlelight. “You’re so beautiful, Draco.” Harry
was appreciating his lover with his eyes. Draco’s heart swelled
with love and dedication. “I
love you, too, Harry,” Draco said softly. “You’re
so good to me.” “I
love just watching you two together,” Hermione said. “And
in love. So odd for me to see. Very nice. And about fucking time.”
Ron snickered. “It
is about time,” Ron said looking over the menu and setting it
on the table after he’d decided. “We made house bets on
if you’d end up in love with a female or a male. I won that bet
against Dean.” “That
was a stupid bet,” Hermione said. “Dean knew Harry
preferred males since fifth year, didn’t he?” “Obviously
not,” Ron said taking Hermione’s hand. “I’ve
always preferred males,” Harry said. “Can’t help
it. I’m rough with people and I…I might hurt a female.
But…it’s not that at all, really. I just…want
Draco. Only him. And I’m good with that. But you still irritate
the piss of me.” “Live
with it,” Draco said. “And ever since my first experience
with a male, I’ve also preferred males.” The waiter came
to bring their wine and severed each a glass. He took their orders.
All had the filet mignon except Hermione who had the swordfish. The
waiter left with their orders. “Draco,
who was your first?” Harry asked Draco. “First
which? First time or first male? I was with a female first,”
Draco said. Harry nodded. “My first time was with Jennie Laitz,
Ravenclaw, when I was in fifth year. She was a seventh year. My first
time with a male was with Robert Flaiherty also in fifth year.” “Robert,”
Harry smiled and then laughed softly. “Oh god. He’s a
jerk. He tried every way in the world to nail me and I just almost
had to hurt him. He would come to me all the time wanting to give me
head, so I let him. Finally he asked me to do him, so I did. He
wanted to top and I made it perfectly clear he’d better step on
with himself if he ever tried that shit with me again. I was glad
when he graduated. He was a pest.” “Who
was your first?” Draco asked with a grin. “Yes,
Harry,” Ron grinned. “You’ve never told us either.” “Spill
it,” Hermione said.
“No,”
Harry said. “I’m not saying a word.” “I
know who the first male was, don’t I?” Draco asked. Harry
nodded that he’d told Draco of Sirius. “I see. I
understand that.” About not wanting to reveal that to Ron and
Hermione. “You won’t tell us the first girl?” “I…I
can’t,” Harry said. “Just
tell us,” Ron said. “What does it matter?” “It
matters to me,” Harry said. “So who have you nailed
recently, Ron?” “You
know all about me already,” Ron said. “And
so do I,” Hermione irritated. “Mandy Brockelhurst.
Honestly, Ron, how could you be with her?” “You
weren’t available at the time,” Ron said. “Victor
this and Victor that. Krum made me sick with all his…junk.” “Krum?
Were you with him?” Draco asked. Hermione nodded. “Yes.
He’s very nice,” Hermione said. Ron snorted in jealousy.
“He is, Ron. And he was my first. But it was awful. That first
time thing is awful.” “I
agree. My first times were awful, too,” Draco said. Ron nodded.
Harry shrugged. “Not for you?” “Nope,”
Harry said. “I had two great firsts. Absolutely great. Couldn’t
have been better for firsts. They had experience and I didn’t.
I was lucky.” “They
had experience,” Hermione reasoned. “That leads me to
believe that you had two adults then rather than just students.” “Why
do you say that? There are many students with much experience,”
Harry said. “Because
you’re Harry and we know you,” Ron said. “You’d
want that, I think. It’s a you thing.” “I’m
so glad you think you know me so well,” Harry said. “We
do. But I still want to know about your firsts,” Hermione said.
“I’ll figure it out sooner or later.” “No,
you won’t,” Harry said with a grin. “There is no
way you would figure out either of them. No way.” “So
it’s someone we’d never guess,” Ron reasoned. “And
we’d guess students first so that’s out. Adults. Who do
we know that Harry has associated with adults, Herm?” “Stop
this shit,” Harry said. “You people irritate me. Why did
I bring you all here?” “Come
on, Harry, please tell us who your first was,” Draco said.
“We’re not telling.” “Draco,
no,” Harry said. “You’d all freak out and…I
just can’t do that. It’s too weird.” “Harry,
we have never told a word on you,” Ron said. “Just tell
us.” “Tell
us,” Hermione prodded. “Fine,”
Harry said. “My first time was with Tonks. We had Auror
training and she hit me in the jaw with a level seven that threw me
back and I hit the mat. Hard. She panicked and came over to me and…it
was all over from there. And she’s a morph. Very cool.” “Oh
god,” Draco was impressed. “She
can morph in some very strange ways,” Harry said. “We had
so much fun over that three day period. She stayed at Hogwarts while
Albus was with the Wizengamot Court for a three-day stretch. He
stayed in London and Tonks and I stayed over the summer at Hogwarts.
Three days we did nothing but fight and fuck. Very interesting.”
Harry grinned. “Tonks,”
Ron said. “Oh god. She is cool though.” “She
changes her hair color,” Harry said. “All over.”
Harry laughed with the other three. “She’s good. Damn
good. She has plenty of experience. She’s only six years older
than me. We’ve always been friends so she showed me things I
needed to know. I was an eager student.” “I
bet,” Draco said. “Interesting. You’ve had some
interesting partners.” “You
don’t know the half of it,” Harry said shaking his head.
“I’m a slut, Draco. I had six at once before. Two girls
and four guys all high on my dope laid out like a buffet ready to
give me anything I wanted. I orchestrated the whole thing. It was a
control thing. Naked bodies everywhere all over the room.” “You
whore,” Ron laughed. “Oh
god it was fucked up,” Harry said. “They were all so damn
high and I just…took what I wanted and sent their high asses
on away from me. I did every one of them. Every one. And I wasn’t
nice about it either. That was when I was…well, I was having
some…problems at that time. That was a rough time for me then.
I was going through some heavy shit and just didn’t give a damn
about anything. But I’m much better now.” “Are
you?” Ron asked seriously. “Yeah.
I’m good,” Harry said almost sadly in confession mode. “I
swear to you all that I was messed up. I was. It was bad there for a
while. Albus nearly lost it with me I was so…just angry every
damn minute. I couldn’t get high enough and I couldn’t…just…I
couldn’t handle me. I was learning the Diatai, having Occlumens
drills every single day, having my other training, classes, doing my
outside investigations, on dope so bad I couldn’t even think
half the time, having nightmares from Voldemort sometimes, and
dealing with all these fuckers coming to me for dope at all hours of
the night every night. I never slept, I never ate…it was a
mess. I was exhausted. And then I lost it.” “What
happened?” Ron asked quietly. “I’ve
never told anyone this before,” Harry grinned sadly at them.
“Poppy and I have a very close relationship because I end up in
the wing almost daily. And one night I had just sent about seven or
eight people out and I was in such a terrible mood. I had a ton of
dope and nobody had had any money. I didn’t really care, but it
was the principle of the matter. Anyway, I sat there for a long time
and I was simply just tired of it all. Just sick of it. So, like the
stupid ass I am, I shot up. And shot up again and again and again
repeatedly. I overdosed and…well, I was sick. Very, very sick.
Right now, I weight about one eighty. Then I weighed about one
thirty. It was awful. But I crawled down the hall at about four in
the morning and passed out in a pool of blood, vomit and piss. I woke
and Poppy had brought me to the wing. I was literally half dead. And
I’m not joking. If she hadn’t given me detoxin potions, I
would have lain there and died.” Harry gave them all a serious
look and then laughed sadly at himself. “I didn’t care.
Not at all.” “And
then…” Draco asked. “There’s more to it, I
just know it.” “I
stayed in the wing for several days and refused to eat anything
because I knew I’d throw it up,” Harry said. “I was
shaking and puking anyway. I finally got up and left the wing. And do
you know what I did?” “What?”
Ron asked. Draco put his head in his hands and groaned. “I
went straight back to my room and shot up again. And again and again
and again,” Harry said. “I fried my fucked up brain on
dope. Misery. It was awful and I was dead set on killing my fool self
with it. Kendra came and we shot up all day for two days. She
eventually talked me into going back to the wing for a potion and
Poppy kept me again. Albus came and it was hell. After that, I laid
off a bit and now…well, now I just use to keep up and stay
normal without the shakes. It was bad.” “I
remember you looking like that,” Hermione said. “I
remember seeing you so bad. But you wouldn’t speak to us or…not
say anything to anybody.” “We
talked to Lupin about you a lot,” Ron said. “But he…he
just never said anything.” “Nobody
would,” Harry said. “What were they going to say to me?
Don’t do it? Hell, everyone knows I never listen to sense. I do
my own hell bent on destruction of me thing. Nobody said a fucking
word and was scared to death to say anything to me. I’m
mentally flipped out half the time. Or I was. Now I’m okay sort
of. I still get…get that streak of just…just pure damn
rebellion and come hell or high waters I will do stupid shit. I can’t
help it.” “That’s
bullshit,” Draco said. “You can help it. You’re not
weak and you can be fucking normal. Don’t fuck around with me,
Harry. I know how you are. You’re not that bad except when you
get in that brooding pity mode. Get off it.” “I
have,” Harry said. “And since you’ve been around,
I’m better. And don’t give me your bullshit either. You
were just as bad. I remember seeing you at the end of last year. You
were fucked up every minute, Draco. I remember you in the toilets
fucked up with Danny and Lance all the time.” “I
was,” Draco said. “And last summer I fucked up bad. My
three cousins were with us at the Manor and one of them was with me.
We were on cocaine and I was shooting up so much that I had a mild
heart attack from it and now I suffer with mild cardio problems
because of it. I was in St. Mungo’s for over a week. And I’ll
always have it. So there.” “You
stupid fuck,” Harry said. “You know you can’t do
the coke on a needle like Hiddle like we do. What were you thinking?” “I
was thinking I was a DE and had just fucked up my entire life,”
Draco said. “And I had no problems thinking I’d end it
all with a high like you almost did, asshole. So I’ve been
there, Potty. Tell me something else and let’s compare, shall
we?” “I
love you, you know,” Harry said. “Yeah,
I know,” Draco said. “Sick bastard. I love you, too.”
The waiter came to bring their selections and the meal was wonderful. “This
must be confession night,” Hermione said. “Do
you have something to confess?” Draco asked. “No.
I’ve never done anything like that,” Hermione said. “I
did try that lotuscel and…well, tonight that injection which I
still cannot believe I did that.” “I’m
sorry about that,” Harry said. “I didn’t want …I
wish I’d not given you that. It makes me feel like shit when I
think I gave that to you both. I hope you forgive me for it.” “We
asked for it,” Ron said.
“But
if you hadn’t been in the room, you wouldn’t have asked
me on your own for it,” Harry said. “You all know how I
influence people. I do it all the time. Conscious or unconsciously I
still do it. Albus gives me hell over it all the time. Be ever
watchful of others. Power is a great responsibility. Keep constant
awareness of your hands to touch. He’s always spouting off
things like that to me to be careful and I do it now subconsciously
except with ones I’m comfortable around. With you all I let my
guard down a bit which is not a good habit for me.” “Your
hands to touch?” Ron asked. “What does he mean by that?” “I
can kill you by touching you if I’m not careful,” Harry
said with a small grin. “But I’m better trained than
that. It’s a power restraint drill ingrained in me now. I have
to be careful with my hands with what I touch. I leak magic
sometimes.” Harry gave a small chuckle. “You
leak. You’re defective?” Draco teased over his steak and
vegetables. “This is great. Delicious.” They all agreed
to the food’s quality. “What
do you mean leak?” Hermione asked. “You never said that
before.” “Leak
is what I call it,” Harry said. “It’s a phenomenon
with those over level thirty five requiring training to contain…well,
to contain power. Merlin himself developed the original techniques.
Albus had the training, too. It’s not too hard. It’s a
mind thing. I do it subconsciously now without thinking about it.” “So
you’re doing it now?” Ron asked. Harry nodded. “Have
to,” Harry said. “What
would happen if you didn’t? Or weren’t restraining?”
Draco asked. “Want
me to show you?” Harry asked. Draco nodded. “Is
it dangerous?” Hermione asked. “Watch,”
Harry said and then took a deep breath for a brief moment Harry with
a slight golden light on his skin and the table and every dish, piece
of silverware and plate rattled hard. The flame of the candle shot up
with a pop and then it all stopped suddenly. “See?” Harry
laughed softly. “That was two seconds worth. I’m a
freak.” Harry gave them all who were wide-eyed a small grin
before going back to cutting his steak. “How
do you control that all the time? That would drive me insane having
to think to control myself every second,” Draco said impressed. “I
don’t have to think it consciously. I just…restrain.
It’s just a thing I do. Natural, I guess,” Harry said.
“That’s why Albus keeps me from getting too angry. I
could do some major damage if not controlled. I could destroy
Hogwarts in a millisecond. Scary, huh?” “Yeah.
I wish you’d never told me that,” Ron said. “Sorry,”
Harry said sadly. “I’ve never told anyone that before.
That’s another reason Albus keeps me from the Ministry. They
are aware that I could possibly be a danger to the students and they
suspect that my levels are high. Albus tries every possible way to
keep that information hidden from them because I’d be taken
away from Hogwarts if they knew I was…well, what I am.” “And
what is that? What are you, freak?” Ron asked in his best
friend way. “A
toxic blend,” Harry said. “That’s what Moody says.” “A
blend of what?” Hermione asked with a smile. “If Moody
said that then I’m interested to see what he thinks.” “I
am a mixture of things never meant to be mixed,” Harry said. “A
deadly cocktail of highly irregular circumstances and accidents.”
Harry chuckled to himself. “What
circumstances and accidents? Tell us. You’re like some new
thing to me,” Draco said. “I just have to know all about
you. Fascinating.” “It’s
not fascinating. It’s just fucking weird,” Ron said.
“Aren’t you?” Harry nodded. “Let’s
see,” Hermione said. “What could Harry mean by
circumstances and accidents?” Harry grinned at Hermione’s
investigative nature. Hermione looked in deep thought. “Just
tell us. Look at her going all goofy over new information,”
Draco said. “Save us the brain power and spill it.” “Can’t,”
Harry said. “I’m under direct orders not to reveal that
information.” “You
liar,” Draco said with a grin. “Albus told you and me
that he never told you to say that. I was there in the wing when he
said it, Harry, so don’t give me that bullshit.”
“He
does tell me that on some things. Don’t reveal myself, he
says,” Harry said. “It’s a Ministry of Magic thing.
I have to be careful.” “Tell
us what you meant by circumstances and accidents making you,”
Ron said. “That’s an odd thought for me.” Each took
several minutes to eat while Harry thought. “Well,
my mum was a muggle born which makes her unusual at that,”
Harry said. “She was a full magical strength being coming from
muggle parentage and a level twenty eight. My dad was a direct
descendent of Godric himself and also a level twenty something. I’m
not sure on his. Albus says probably same as mum. My birth date on
the night I was born is even significant. There was a planetary
alignment of the later four planets, which is power responder for
wizards, and a sign of a special ability when a wizard child is born
under that sign. Another thing is how I was born. I was a breech
birth.” “I
never knew that. That was never documented about you,” Hermione
said. “I
know that,” Harry said. “Albus kept that secret. It’s
not even on my birth record. But he was there when I was born. The
man has been there every second with me. But being a breech baby, as
you all know is another sign of an ability. And I was bestowed. I was
the fortieth generation of a Wizarding name yielding to another
ability or even two under the right circumstances which I met because
I was born the last day of a month and had lineage. It’s all
complicated but Albus has it all worked out in my charts. But every
single thing that could have happened to me, happened to me at birth.
The right time, hour, parentage, date, time, everything. Some freaky
fucked up accident that made me…well, this.” Harry
pointed to himself. “If only one of those things weren’t
the way they were, I would probably not have lived as an infant.
But…somehow I did.” “And
somehow you keep living,” Draco said. “How odd. You are a
freak then.” Draco gave that sweet smile. “My special
little prince.” “Go
to hell,” Harry teased. “Moody freaks out over me. You’ve
seen him around me, Ron.” Ron laughed and nodded. “He’s
fascinated with you,” Ron said. “Always wanting you to do
shit.” “He’s
always asking me to show him stuff I can do,” Harry said with a
grin. “He wants me to come work as an Auror in his division,
but Albus won’t let me leave his sight. Moody and Albus had a
…well, it wasn’t a fight, but they argued over what
would suit me best after Hogwarts. Moody said being an Auror,
naturally, but Albus told him that it was a waste of ability. Moody
hit the roof and I laughed my ass off. It was so funny.” “So
what will you do after school?” Draco asked genuinely stopping
eating for a moment to hear the answer. Harry looked to him and
stilled. It was a moment of question for them of togetherness. “That
depends,” Harry said seriously. “What are you doing?”
Draco grinned slightly. “That
depends,” Draco said his grin growing as Harry’s did. “On
what you’re doing.” Harry looked down a bit. “Draco,
I…I don’t know what I’m doing,” Harry said.
“And that depends on a lot of things. After this Voldemort
thing is over, I may be hauled in by the Ministry. Albus and I have
discussed it several times. There will undoubtedly be celebrations
and…all that fame crap again and I hate that shit. I detest it
with the media. But the Ministry will want me. They’ll come
after me and Albus will have to allow it. Depending on what they say,
I don’t know what will happen. It could be…well, bad.” “How
bad?” Ron stopped eating. “Very
bad,” Harry grinned. “There was passed an article among
their by-laws a few years ago.” “Oh
no,” Hermione said. “Article thirty seven? They want to
terminate you?!” “They
could,” Harry said. “Under that by law if I’m found
to be a threat to wizard kind by the Ministry’s own decision to
have such great strengths and inclinations toward evilness and may
become…I don’t know some dark lord or something, the
Ministry has a right under that article to kill me. Now, isn’t
that something? I’ll save their ass and then they’ll
terminate me. I won’t allow that, of course, but…irony,
it seems, has a sense of humor.” “Oh
my god,” Ron said. “They wouldn’t do that I don’t
think. Surely the Ministry wouldn’t kill Harry Potter.” “Oh
of course not,” Harry said. “The Ministry would never let
it be known that they did it. It would be a great cover-up thing, but
yes. That’s what Albus suspects will happen after the Voldemort
thing. And the little display I pulled with the Ministry official
with the handcuffs didn’t help matters. They now know they have
no power to bind me if I don’t allow it which scares them
shitless. But I had no choice or they would have taken me and Albus
couldn’t allow it. I just do what the man says regarding them
and let him handle it. And the thing is…he taught me already
how to break of Azkaban if I need to. Very simple thing, but…it
was his idea to teach me that so…maybe he suspects that’s
where I’ll end up. Who knows?” “You
are scaring me to death,” Hermione said. “Don’t
tell me things like that, Harry.” Harry laid a hand on her arm. “Don’t
worry so much,” Harry said. “There is no way in hell that
I’m going with any Ministry official. Hell, they can’t
even lay a hand on me if I don’t allow it. I just have to make
it look like I’m not as strong as I actually am so I don’t
push them into trying to label me an article thirty-seven so they can
legally come kill me. I’m okay, Herm. Relax.” “Oh
yes, relax that the Ministry of Magic who governs the entire
Wizarding world may just come after you wanting to inject you with a
poison and kill you,” Draco nodded. “Yes, I can rest
now.” The sarcasm abounded. “Draco,
I need to tell you that later today when we’re detoxing, it
might not be good,” Harry said. “I’ll be not good
and Albus will be…he’ll be a bit rough with me because
I’ll have to control even though I’ll be in pain.
So…whatever you hear or see, just ignore it. He’s doing
what’s best for me. Keep that in mind.” “What
will he do?” Draco asked. “I’m
not sure,” Harry said. “But Albus has control of me.
Remember that. Just…don’t panic or anything.” “Panic?
Why would I panic?” Draco said. “He’s
already starting to panic. And…I think I am, too. What will
Albus do, Harry?” Hermione asked. “I
don’t know. I really don’t,” Harry said. “But
whatever it is, it’s the best thing for me at the moment. I
trust him completely with my very life. If he sent me an AK I’d
stand there and take it is how much I trust the man. So…keep
that thought today, Draco. And by the way, I hate that your house
members call you Drake. I hate that. Tell them not to do that
anymore.” Draco gave a soft laugh. “Nice
change in subject, there babe. But yes, I agree with you. They call
me that,” Draco said. “They have for years so…don’t
worry about it.” “I
don’t like it,” Harry said. “Make them stop.” “I
can’t just make them stop. It’s nothing, get over it,”
Draco said. “But
I don’t like it,” Harry said. “I love your name and
they change it. It irritates the piss out of me. So they need to stop
it before I go slap off on every one of them.” “Calm
down,” Ron said insultingly. “It’s just a nickname,
Harold.” “Shut
up. That’s different,” Harry said. “No,
it’s not, Harold,” Draco teased. “What
were my parents thinking when they chose my name?” Harry asked.
“Idiots. They could have come with something better than that,
don’t you think? Maybe I should change my name. What do you
think?” “I
think that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said in your
lifetime,” Hermione said. “You could never, ever in a
million years change your name and it work and you know it. It’s
like Ron denying that he’s a Weasley or Draco saying he’s
not a Malfoy. Impossible. The whole of the Wizarding world knows what
Harry Potter looks like, that Weasleys are all red headed and that
Malfoys are…well, Malfoys.” “Thank
you, I think,” Draco said. “Malfoy,”
Harry said. “Your name means bad faith. A dragon of bad faith
you are.” Draco nodded. “So technically your whole name
would mean…” Harry gave that look. “A
dragon of bad faith which holds the light,” Draco said in some
type of realization to which Harry raised his eyebrows and took a
bite never saying a word. “Oh god. How weird.” “What’s
weird?” Ron asked. Draco and Harry had never let their gaze
linger from the other. “Do
I hold you?” Draco asked. “Don’t
you?” Harry asked softly with full meaning. “Don’t
you already?” Draco took Harry’s hand on the table and
squeezed it. “No
bad faith,” Draco said. “I believe in you, Harry, and I
won’t betray our trust with the other. I hope you know that.” “I
know you are telling the truth right now,” Harry said. “And
even if I wasn’t an Occlumens, I’d believe anything you
said because I trust you now. Explicitly and with my very existence
if necessary.” “And
I trust you with mine. I love you,” Draco said giving Harry the
most honest eyed look he’d ever seen. The gesture touched Harry
more than he would admit aloud. “Mister
Potter, your check,” the waiter was there quickly. Harry
immediately snapped his head to the waiter and drilled him in the
eyes. “Yes,
um…thank you,” Harry said kindly as the waiter left.
“That’s not the same waiter.” “Yes,
it is,” Hermione said. “That was him.” “No,
that’s not what I meant,” Harry said wide-eyed. “That
is a wizard on polyjuice.” The other three looked to each
other. “I didn’t recognize the signature either. And…I
wasn’t being followed on the street….” Harry
thought as he pulled his wallet and threw down a wad of cash and put
it back. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. Stay
alert. Draco, you lead. Ron, Herm you stay between Draco and me. I’ll
take the back. Walk quickly and notice everything. If you hear me say
get down, do it. Let’s go now while that waiter is gone.
Whatever it is I’ll take care of it so relax. I just didn’t
want to cause a scene or Albus would have my ass.” The four
stood quickly and assumed the positions they’d been told. Harry
watched everything as they walked quickly to the front of the
restaurant and out the door quickly. Harry took Draco’s hand
and pulled them in the other direction from where they were headed.
“Wrong way.” “Who
could that have been?” Hermione asked. “On the
polyjuice?” “Probably
someone who detected my signature around. DE most likely,”
Harry said to Draco. “Oh
shit,” Draco said. “Oh well, I have orders to befriend
you.” “Do
you have orders to tell me you love me?” Harry asked. “The
waiter heard it, Draco. But don’t worry about it. I’ll
fix it.” “You
can’t fix that,” Draco said. “Do you have any idea
of who that may have been?” “Yes.
Your dad,” Harry said with a grin. “But I’m not
sure about that. Do you know if you have a parental lock?” “No,
I don’t know if I do. Oh my god, Harry,” Draco said in a
panic. “What if I do? I could be…they could be anywhere
here.” Draco looked around. “I
don’t sense anything,” Harry said feeling around with his
senses on the street. “Don’t worry about it.” “Don’t
worry about it? If I was placed with a parental lock on me then
Lucius would know exactly where I am and could Apparate directly to
me at any moment,” Draco said. “That puts you in
immediate danger.” “And
you,” Harry said. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll
handle it if anything pops up. That’s sort of my thing.”
Harry grinned. “Don’t
grin at me you stupid shit,” Draco said. “This is not
funny. I was unaware of a parental lock if I do have one. I need to
be checked for it. And…it never occurred to me that I might
even have one. That bastard if he put a lock on me I’m killing
him myself.” “Maybe
we’d better to back to Hogwarts,” Hermione said. “No
way,” Harry said. “You can’t run from things, Herm.
If I ran every time at a hint of something unusual, I’d never
stop running. Now. Let’s all stop here, sit and relax a minute.
Draco, give me a smoke.” Harry made the three sit and they
huddled together to hide the flame when Harry flicked it on his palm
to light the smokes. The three sat on the bench and Harry stood
leaning up against a light pole. “Don’t look so nervous.
Hell, you’ve all been through worse than this. It’s
nothing. Lighten up.” “Harry,
we’re in London and some one has detected you here and is using
polyjuice,” Hermione said. “The circumstances are…very
odd at the least.” “There
could be DEs waiting around here, Harry,” Draco said. “And
I’ll take care of it if something happens,” Harry said.
“You all don’t have any faith in me. I can’t
believe you all.” Harry laughed a bit. “It’s
not that we don’t trust you, Harry,” Ron said. “Not
that at all. We’re just a bit…nervous. If you remember
the last time we were attacked by DEs in the Ministry of Magic…that
wasn’t pleasant.” “And
I’ve done a lot more since then, Ron,” Harry said. “That
was my mistake years ago. This is me not letting that happen again.
I’ve worked hard to be able to say those words I hope you
realize that.” “We’re
not saying we doubt your abilities in the slightest,” Hermione
said. “We just don’t want to deal with it tonight. That’s
all.” “Fine,”
Harry said. “I happen to agree with you. I don’t welcome
the prospect of taking down a bunch of DEs tonight either, but
there’s no use in worrying about it now. I sense nothing here
around us. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. I’ll alert you
if I do. I shouldn’t have even told you about the waiter. I’ll
remember that for future reference.” “No,
don’t do that,” Draco said. “We need to know shit
like that.” “So
you can all freak out and ruin nice night? I don’t think so,”
Harry said. Draco came over to Harry as he leaned on the pole. Draco
leaned on him so that they had frontal contact and Draco kissed his
one. Harry put his hand on Draco’s neck drawing him closer to
deepen the kiss. “Do you know how much I want you? Have you any
idea how much I just want to lay a claim on you for all eternity?” “No,
but you could tell me,” Draco drawled with that sarcastic bite
with the flattery. “I
do. I’d mark you myself if I could,” Harry said.
“Property of Harry directly across your forehead for the world
to see if you’d let me.” Harry grinned. “Not
in so public a spot on my body,” Draco said. “And don’t
you think I’ve been branded enough with marks? I have a lovely
little mark proclaiming me property of another if you remember.” “The
nerve of that maggot trying to claim what’s mine,” Harry
said of Voldemort. “I’ll kill him for that reason only.
Just for you.” Harry slipped his hand down to encircle Draco’s
waist and pull him a bit closer as Ron and Hermione were speaking to
each other on the bench. “Fine.
Just for me then,” Draco said. “Just as long as you do
it, I don’t care who you do it for. Just kill the fucker.”
Harry nodded. “I
will,” Harry said. “I promise you that.” Harry’s
confidence was infectious. “Good,”
Draco said. “And then we’ll travel. Where do you want to
go?” “Anywhere,”
Harry said. “Just away. I want to get away from Hogwarts for a
while. Get away from…just everything.” “You
can’t get away from you,” Draco said. “You can’t
escape who you are. And sometimes I think you try to do that. And I
can’t understand it at all.” “Yes,
you can,” Harry said in a sad and low voice. “You know
what it’s like to be me. You’ve seen it, Draco. It’s
hell. There’s always something…every single day there’s
something else for me to deal with just because I’m…I’m
like this. I’m me.” Harry shook his head. “I’m
tired. I’m tired of it all. I want this over.” Harry
whispered. “I
know you do, baby,” Draco put his arms around Harry’s
neck and Harry slipped both arms around Draco’s waist and
buried his face in Draco’s neck. They held each other tightly
and savored their moments of touching and love for the other. “You
feel so good. I never want to let you go. I could hold you forever.” “Then
do it,” Draco said. “Just don’t leave me, Harry.
Promise me you won’t ever leave me.” “I’ve
already promised you that,” Harry said. “Then
tell me again,” Draco whispered longing to hear the words for
reassurance. “I
will never leave you,” Harry said with only breath onto Draco’s
skin below his ear. “You’re mine and I will never let you
go. Ever.” “Did
you just propose to me?” Draco asked with a soft laugh. “Yes,”
Harry said softly into Draco’s ear. Draco froze for a moment
and swallowed. “You’re
not serious,” Draco said with another nervous soft laugh. “What
if I was?” Harry asked in a whisper giving the softest kiss to
the skin by Draco’s ear again. “What would you say?” “I’d
say you’re insane,” Draco whispered with no humor in his
voice at all. Draco pulled back a bit to see the honesty in Harry’s
yes and it was almost frightening. “Don’t tell me things
like that, Harry.” “Why
not?” Harry asked never leaving the challenge of Draco’s
stare. “Because,”
Draco said. “I…I don’t know. I…because I
think I would do it.” Harry’s breathing almost became
heavier but he controlled it. “Would
you?” Harry asked with the fullness of seriousness he
possessed. “Seriously. Would you take a vow with me if I asked
you?” Draco swallowed hard and tried to fight back jumping for
elated joy. “Yes,”
Draco whispered onto Harry’s lips before they kissed lightly
with lips only. “Would
you change your name to Potter?” Harry teased. Draco burst into
laughter and Harry followed. “What’s
so funny?” Ron asked. “Draco
Potter,” Harry said and Draco slapped his arm. “Harry
Malfoy,” Draco teased to Harry’s face. “Oh
god don’t even say that,” Ron said. “That’s…that’s
fucked up.” “It
is, isn’t it?” Harry asked Ron but never left Draco’s
truthful glare. “You’re
insane,” Draco said. “You
know it,” Harry said. “You don’t mind do you?” “No,”
Draco grinned. “I’m just as insane as you are. Do you
know what that says about me?” “Are
we ready to dance?” Hermione asked as she and Ron stood. Draco
pulled away a bit and they walked down the walkway. “Draco
Potter,” Hermione laughed. “Now that is something.”
Ron laughed but Hermione noticed that neither Harry nor Draco
commented. Hermione looked to them in a bit of question. “Harry?” “Hmm?”
Harry asked with a tiny grin. Hermione gave him the scrutiny glare.
“What is it?” Harry returned the glare of knowing. “What
were you both speaking of a moment ago when you came up with that
name?” Hermione asked. “Nothing,”
Draco answered. “Harry was just being stupid.” Harry
grinned wider and looked at Hermione as they walked. “Yeah,
that’s it,” Harry said. “Uh
huh,” Hermione said not believing a word and looking forward
away from them. “Have I ever told you that I’m the most
intelligent witch in the school?” Hermione grinned to the pair. “You
may have mentioned it,” Harry said. “A couple of thousand
times. Like I needed reminding of that.” “Obviously
you do,” Hermione gave Harry the look. “I
have no idea what you’re implying,” Harry said. Hermione
laughed. “Asshole,”
Hermione said. “What
are you talking about? Have I missed something?” Ron asked.
Draco laughed softly. “No,
Ron,” Draco said giving Hermione a quick glance. “You
haven’t missed a thing.” “Bullshit,”
Ron said. “But I’m sure you’ll let me know if it’s
something I need to know. And…if it’s important enough.” “Draco,
why weren’t you betrothed?” Hermione asked giving Harry
and Draco an innocent look. “My
mother didn’t want me betrothed,” Draco said. “She
said I would find the right…um…person.” “The
right girl is what she said wasn’t it?” Ron laughed. “Yes,”
Draco said. “It’s that breeding pureblood thing that I
don’t agree with totally.” “Interesting,”
Hermione said. “I wonder why she wouldn’t allow your
betrothal? Could it be that she knew of the Malfoy and Potter curse
thing?” “Drop
it, Herm,” Harry said. “I
don’t honestly know if she knows or not,” Draco said.
“She’s never mentioned it and neither has Lucius. My
parents are cousins.” “That
explains it then,” Harry teased. Draco elbowed him. “That’s
a common practice among pureblood wizards,” Hermione said. “You
know that, Harry.” Harry nodded his agreement. “I
suspect that your mom knows because of her and James Potter,”
Ron said. “Which is still very odd for me to think about. But
Albus said that Narcissa and James knew that they couldn’t ever
be together.” “True,”
Draco said. “They’re
weak. Both of them,” Harry said. “They obviously didn’t
recognize things worth fighting for. If they wanted something that
badly then they should never have given up.” “Unless
there were other circumstances which made them break up,”
Hermione said. “It
could have been that my mum is a cold blooded killer,” Draco
said in a teasing way. “I can see where that would turn off a
guy.” “I
can’t see it at all,” Harry said giving Draco a look. “We’ve
already established tonight just exactly how odd you are, Harry,”
Ron said. “But I’ve seen Narcissa many times. Very
beautiful woman.” “Like
Draco,” Harry said. “You’re more like your mother I
think. Do you?” “No,”
Draco said. “I only look like my mother a bit. I’m
exactly like Lucius in thought and deed. A nightmare of my own
genetics.” “Your
dad has that…very intimidating stare,” Harry said
remembering it. “I’ve stared him down plenty of times.
He’s like…ice. Just so cold in his eyes. Terrified me as
a second year when he tried to kill me. But…Lucius Malfoy is
one nice looking man. Mean as they come, but it demands respect. I
can appreciate that.” “You
just love that evil guy thing,” Ron said. “If there is
something evil you are totally attracted to it.” The four
laughed. “Must
be that,” Draco said with a laugh. “Oh
yes I get totally off on that
dominating-sexy-evil-guy-that-might-just-kill-me thing,” Harry
said with a grin. “You
do. That is exactly it,” Hermione said. “That is you,
Harry. Oh god that’s hilarious. You’re a fruitcake.”
The four came to the Harborwest club awning where three men were
checking identifications. “Oh
shit. We can’t get in?” Ron asked. Harry rolled his eyes
at Draco who chuckled again. “Don’t
worry about it, Ron. We have our resident mind trick expert here,”
Draco said following Harry to the bouncer who held out his hand. “Ids
please,” the man said. Harry looked the man directly in his
eyes and used that mind working skill. “You
don’t need to see our identifications because you know us
already and we’re expected here tonight. You apologize for even
asking,” Harry said with a grin. “May
I see your ID please?” The man asked and then looked at the
four of them. “I don’t need to see your Ids. I know you
all. You’re expected. Sorry about that.” Harry nodded and
escorted his three guests into the club. “How
cool,” Ron said. “You need to teach me that.” “I
will. It takes a year to learn,” Harry said. “Do you all
want a drink?” “Let’s
dance,” Draco took Harry’s hand and led him to the dance
floor with Ron and Hermione following. Through five songs they danced
and then decided to take a break. Ron found them a table and they
sat. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. “You’re
tired,” Draco rubbed Harry’s arm. “I’m
exhausted,” Harry said. “This has been the longest day of
my life. I was everywhere today doing all sorts of crazy shit. But I
need to be more tired than this. Tell me what you each want and I’ll
get us drinks.” Each told their selection and Harry left the
table headed for the crowded bar. Draco immediately put his elbows on
the table and his head in his hands. “He’s
too much,” Draco shook his head with his eyes closed with a
tiny grin. “Draco,
what was Harry talking about before we came in the club? When you
were both at the pole?” Hermione asked. Draco smiled and gave a
soft laugh. “There
is no way I’m repeating that,” Draco said. “Draco
Potter? That hardly leaves much to the imagination,” Hermione
said. Draco looked to her in all seriousness. “Oh
god that sounds like they’re married or something,” Ron
said in humor looking to the dance floor. Hermione’s eyes never
left Draco’s who dared not break the gaze. “Isn’t
that funny?” Hermione asked with not a trace of humor. Draco
still never left her eyes. Ron gave a short laugh still watching the
dancers. “Hilarious,”
Draco said in some hurt way. “He
loves you,” Hermione said softly with seriousness of her own. “Harry
is too good, Hermione,” Draco said softly. “Too
good for you?” Hermione asked. Ron was left out of this
conversation but Draco gave him a quick glance before turning back to
Hermione with a sad smile. “Yes,”
Draco said. “He is.” “Bullshit,”
Hermione said in a whisper. Draco leaned back into his chair and
looked away. “It’s you. You’re the one afraid, not
him.” “I
fear nothing,” Draco said bringing back that Malfoy coolness.
“You should know that by now. Not even of Potter.” “We’re
not talking about Potter,” Hermione said. “We’re
talking about Harry. And in your mind there is a big difference
between the two.” “You’re
crazy,” Draco said.
“You
know I’m right,” Hermione said. “He doesn’t
plan on letting you go, Draco.” “That’s
true,” Ron said with an oblivious smile. “He told us all
that in the locker room. Harry plans on keeping you, Draco. Sorry to
have to tell you that.” Ron laughed. “You’re stuck
with him, I think.” “Oh
joy,” Draco feigned sorrow rolling his eyes. Hermione laughed
softly. “A lifetime shackled to the boy wonder. I can hardly
wait.” Draco let the sarcastic tone drip over the words.
Hermione drilled Draco with a steely gaze. “I’m
sure,” Hermione said. “Draco, what if Harry did want
that?” Hermione said for Ron’s benefit. “What if
Harry went totally off his rocker and just asked you out of the blue
to just…marry him or something crazy like that? What on earth
would you do?” Draco was impressed with Hermione’s smooth
ways. “I’d
tell him to have his head examined,” Draco said. Ron snickered. “I
don’t know,” Ron said. “Harry’s never been as
happy as he is with you, Draco. I could almost see him doing
something like that because when Harry’s found something he
wants, he usually gets it. And not only that, but fights like hell to
keep what he has. So if you plan on getting away from Harry, you have
a fight on your hands.” “Well
then, I guess I’d better not try to get away then, huh?”
Draco asked. “Like
you would even dare think it,” Hermione said. “You
aren’t going anywhere,” Ron challenged Draco looking him
over. “You’re just as stuck on him as he is on you. I’m
not the brightest one around, but even I can see that. You two got
something together and it’s a good thing. Hang on to it.
Harry’s a catch.” Ron looked back to the dancers.
Hermione and Draco exchanged another grin to each other. Ron’s
way was always blunt and to the point as was his nature to be. His
simplistic way was a breath of fresh air and felt good to both of
them at a tense moment. “Yes,
he is,” Draco said. “Harry is a catch. Cute, powerful and
rich. How could anyone go wrong with that?” They watched the
dancers and others in the club and Harry brought them drinks.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 10:
Clubbing