“Oh
my god,” Ginny said. “Draco…Harry will shit when
he sees you in that. Holy hell.” “You
look like pure sex in vinyl,” Hermione said of Draco’s
outfit. “Good,”
Draco said. “So you think he’ll lose then?” “He
doesn’t stand a chance with you in that,” Ginny said
giving Draco approving looks. “And…we’ve got the
music ready for you.” “You’ll
definitely win,” Hermione said. “He can’t resist
that. There is no way.” “I
know it,” Draco smiled. “Is it time?” “We
have about five minutes,” Hermione said. “You’d
better go ahead and put on your wizard robe over that so he won’t
see it yet.” Draco pulled on the over robe and it looked as if
he were wearing a standard school uniform underneath. “Perfect.” “I
can’t wait to see Harry’s face,” Ginny laughed and
rolled on Hermione’s bed. Draco had taken the girls to help him
decide on which outfit to wear. They chose the black vinyl catsuit,
which stuck to Draco like skin. There were strategically placed large
holes in the vinyl lending to bare skin on Draco’s hips to his
thighs, across his back and chest and shoulders. The outfit was
deliciously and sinfully sexy and fit like a glove on Draco’s
perfect form exposing every muscular dip, bulge and pulse point.
“Harry will explode when he sees your ass covered in stretch
vinyl.” “I’m
counting on it,” Draco said. “And I’m going to do
something else for him. I’m very limber, and I can do the
splits. Watch this.” Draco leaned back and did the backbend and
slid his legs apart into a perfect split. “Oh
shit,” Hermione laughed with the other two. “Harry’s
toast. You’ve won already, Draco.” “I
hope I have,” Draco said with a smile. “Harry is very
strong willed. I’ll just have to play this up and make him do
it.” “He’ll
do it,” Ginny said. “He will definitely do it. Oh god.
I’d do it.” The three laughed again for a short moment.
“Okay. It’s time. Let’s go.” Draco made sure
his robe was covering up the body suit as the three came down from
the girls’ dorms to see all the others gathered in the common
room. Harry was sitting on the sofa with Ron and Michael and they
turned to see Draco coming from the girls’ dorms. “What
in hell are you doing up there?” Ron asked Draco. “Taking
your woman,” Draco said. “She gives good head, Ron. “Draco,
shut up,” Hermione said with a laugh. “We were helping
Draco with something. Ginny and me.” “And
what was it?” Harry asked. “You’ll
see,” Ginny grinned. Harry scowled at them. “Ready
to lose, Potter?” Draco asked. “I’m
ready for you to tell me what it is I’m supposed to do,”
Harry said. “Everyone?
Come over here a minute,” Hermione told them all. The people in
the common room included the ten council members, Parvati, Padma,
Collin, and a few other Gryffindors and their dates. “Okay,
Draco.” “I
think they might need to know about…well…us first,”
Draco said.
“Does
everybody here know that Harry and Draco are a couple now?” Ron
asked. “Oh
my god,” Padma said. “No way.” “Yes,
way,” Ginny said. “They’re perfect together. You
won’t believe it, but it’s true. Okay, go Draco.”
Harry and Draco grinned to the other. “Okay.
We all know that Harry Potter is seemingly undefeatable at anything
the stupid fucker tries to do,” Draco said the other students
gave a soft laugh. Harry tilted his head and gave Draco the look.
“I’ve never beat him at anything. Nothing. Ever. But
Harry and I have been together for a while now, and I think I’ve
come up with a way to beat him at something.” “And
that would be what exactly?” Michael asked. “I
want Harry to play a game with me,” Draco said. “What
game?” Harry asked. “Simple.
You only need to stand here,” Draco said and pointed to the
center of the common room. “The rules are this. You only have
to stand here for five minutes without touching me, yourself, and you
can’t close your eyes. I will be able to touch you as I see
fit. That’s it.” “And
then what?” Ron asked. “If
Harry cannot resist touching me, himself or if he closes his eyes,
then I win,” Draco said. “If he restrains for five
minutes then he wins.” “Simple.
I can do that,” Harry smiled widely. “You just lost,
Draco.” “Oh
I don’t know about that,” Ginny said. “This will be
more difficult than you think, Harry.” “What?
No way. All I have to do is stand there,” Harry said. “This
is too easy.” “Fine,”
Draco said lightly. “You want to begin now?” “Fine,”
Harry said as he stood up and came to the place where Draco had
pointed. “I just have to stand here.” “If
you touch me, yourself or close your eyes, you lose,” Draco
said. “But
you can touch me,” Harry restated. Draco nodded and stepped
back a few paces from Harry so that it looked as if they were facing
off. “Are
you ready?” Draco asked sweetly. “Bring
it,” Harry challenged. “Ginny?
The music?” Draco asked. “Music?”
Harry asked in confusion. Draco smiled. “What are you doing?” “Giving
you something you can’t resist,” Draco said as the music
started. “And
what is that?” Harry asked. “Me,”
Draco said. Harry’s swallowed in nervousness as Draco
unfastened the clasp at his cloak. “Hermione begin the
countdown.” Draco put on his air of sexual prowess and Harry
couldn’t take his eyes off Draco’s slight moves. Slowly,
Draco let the robe slide off down his arms to reveal the vinyl
outfit. The room all cat called and Harry’s eyes went wide and
he couldn’t move or breathe for a few moments. “Oh
holy hell…” Harry breathed with his jaw dropped.
“You’re…oh god…” Draco walked to
Harry as he danced and moved his hands over his body in a sexy way to
the music. Harry was almost hyperventilating at the sight of it and
his cock twitched and began to rise creating a bit of a strain. Draco
came up to Harry’s face and kissed his cheek lightly leaving
warm breath on his skin. “Don’t
close your eyes or I win,” Draco whispered. “You
are an evil demon from the pits of hell!” Harry yelled and the
others snickered slightly. “Oh fuck…you’re killing
me with this shit.” Draco kissed down Harry’s neck and
Harry winced at not being able to grab Draco and haul him to the
floor. Draco turned around and leaned back a bit to dance and rub
himself on Harry as he brought up his hands and encircled Harry’s
neck seductively. “Oh god I absolutely hate you Draco Malfoy!
You sorry bastard!” Harry clenched his jaw and knew he was rock
hard and wanted to touch himself and relieve the binding in his tight
jeans. “Yes,
lover,” Draco whispered as he ran his hands down Harry’s
thighs and moved against him. “You want to just grab me?” “Hell
yes,” Harry said with gritted teeth. “But I can’t…oh
fuck…you are so damn evil!” The others laughed shortly
at Harry’s expressions of wanting to touch, hold and do
wonderfully nasty things to his lover who was tempting him beyond
reason. “Oh god…oh god, Draco…” Draco had
bent over and was using lude movements and Harry was visibly
weakening. When Draco arched his back and moaned, Harry crossed his
eyes and almost passed out from need. “Can
you imagine how nice my ass feels in this?” Draco asked running
his hand over his tight buttocks in the vinyl. “Hell
yes I can,” Harry whimpered and clenched his hands at his
sides. “Oh fuck…I hate you…oh god I cannot stand
you…you’re making me insane when you…oh god!”
Harry yelled when Draco scraped his fingernails up Harry’s
thighs. “Watch
this,” Draco said as he bent back and did the backbend and
slowly slid into a forward facing splits while rubbing his hands all
over his body. Harry’s eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped. “Oh
that’s so good, Harry…” Draco brought both his
legs forward and pulled himself up gracefully but Harry had barely
breathed from watching it. Draco came back over and leaned into kiss
Harry leaned in to kiss him but Draco pulled back at the last second.
Harry growled and bit his lip at watching Draco move his hands down
his chest and lightly graze his crotch. Harry’s mind was jelly
and he couldn’t fight it anymore. “Fuck
this,” Harry said and he grabbed Draco and jerked him over to
plant a kiss of mass proportions on him and slide his hands down
Draco’s back and over his ass in the vinyl. Harry moaned into
the kiss and the other students laughed and cheered. “I
won,” Draco said as he pulled away. Harry fell to the floor on
his knees. “I’m
weak and pathetic,” Harry whined and then knelt to Draco in the
common room. “Oh hell if Voldemort wears vinyl and does the
splits I’m in deep shit.” The whole of the room burst
into laughter. “I cannot resist you, Draco. I surrender and you
win. There was no way for me to win that and you knew it.” “Yes,
I knew it,” Draco said. “But I’m glad you lost.” “I
will never win that game,” Harry grinned as he slid his hands
down Draco’s legs in the vinyl while on his knees. “You
know you have me when you do shit like this.” “Put
the collar on him,” Ginny said. “Oh
hell. I forgot about that,” Harry whined again. Draco whirled
around a circle with his fingers and created the black leather collar
with ‘Property of Draco Malfoy’ on the silver plate on
the side. Harry hung his head in shame. “Oh no. This is awful.”
The students all snickered at Harry’s loss as Draco put on the
collar and snapped it. Draco put his finger under Harry’s chin
and raised Harry’s head to look down on him. “My
little love slave,” Draco said with a smile. “Don’t
mess with me. I’ll hurt you.” “Yes,
you could,” Harry said truthfully. “I absolutely hate
you, Malfoy.” “I
hate you, too, Potty,” Draco said. The council members all
clapped and Harry’s face flushed in embarrassment at being
humiliated. Draco helped Harry up and they embraced. Harry, of
course, couldn’t keep his hands to himself and he tried to
touch every inch of Draco’s vinyl clad body. “You’re
worth it. You are so hot, Draco,” Harry said. “I feast on
you.” “You
were screwed on that deal,” Ron said clapping Harry on the
back. “Fuck
it,” Harry said. “I knew as soon as Draco dropped that
cloak that I was a goner.” “Damn,
Draco,” Seamus said with wide eyes taking in Draco’s
whole outfit. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my
life.” “You
look fabulous in that,” Debbie said. “Thank
you,” Draco said but grinning at Harry. “Do you like it,
Harry?” “Like
was not the word I was thinking of,” Harry said still reeling
from feeling Draco in the vinyl. “You’ve
turned Harry into a boneless slobbering quivering mass of retard in
that,” Michael said to Draco. Harry readjusted his crotch again
for the second time. “I
need to go change,” Draco said. “I’ll
help,” Harry said quickly taking Draco’s hand and pulling
him toward the boys dorms as the council members all laughed at the
pair rushing up the stairs. “Pathetic,”
Ron told the other guys who nodded. “But Draco did look hot in
that.” Harry
led Draco up the stairs and closed the door quickly. Draco backed
away and Harry took in the whole spectacle that was Draco in vinyl. “Sweet
heaven have mercy,” Harry said feasting his eyes on his lover.
“You are simply a god, my dragon.” “Watch
me and I’ll take this off for you,” Draco said. Harry
cast a quick lock on the door and a silencing charm on the room as he
watched Draco unsnap the tiny snaps and begin to slink out of the
skin tight outfit all the while rubbing his body seductively and
slinking fluidly making Harry suffer with want. Harry tugged off his
shirt quickly and walked over to the bed to sit and take off his own
clothing as he watched Draco do his sexy stripping. Draco would tease
Harry with his body knowing he loved it. “Oh
shit,” Harry said as Draco peeled off the vinyl, which made
squelching noises as it stretched and bunched up around his thighs.
“Oh god I’m going to come just watching you undress.” “Do
it then,” Draco said. “Stroke your cock for me.”
Harry slid out of his jeans and began to stroke his cock slowly as he
watched Draco slide his palms over his own body in seductive ways.
“Do you like this?” “Yes,”
Harry breathed as he stroked himself mesmerized as Draco moved
slowly. “Oh yes.” Draco slid his hand up his chest, to
his neck and dipped his fingers in his mouth and sucked them as Harry
watched and groaned a bit at the sight. “Come over here.”
Draco walked over in that cat-like way which drove Harry mad with
desire. “I must have you,” Harry said as he pulled Draco
onto the bed to lie on him. Each
pushed desperately into the hard and hungry kiss as they wrapped
around the other and rolled on the bed. The rest of the clothing was
shed quickly. Lubrication was applied and a nice session of sexual
exploits was had amidst gasps, moans and screams of pleasure until
each had reached thundering orgasms. For several minutes they lay
together on Harry’s bed in a tangle of sweat and limbs. “I
simply cannot resist you,” Harry whispered onto Draco’s
skin amid the kisses and licks to his chest Harry was giving. Draco
tugged at the collar around Harry’s neck. “I
think we proved that,” Draco said. “But I am just as weak
when it comes to you. I have never been as submissive as when I’m
with you, Harry. I find myself wanting to give you everything and…and
I just want you to take me and do as you wish with me. I give you
total control over me so easily and…I’ve never done that
with anyone before. That almost frightens me a bit because I’ve
always been so in control.” “I
can be a bit dominant,” Harry said. “But I feel the same
way with you. I’ve never given up control either to anyone.
And…you’re right. You are my weakness. Just knowing I
have one scares the shit out of me. I guess that’s why Moody
was so pissed that I was involved with you.” “But
being with you is a strength for me,” Draco said. “I’ve
never felt better than when I’m with you. Being around you
gives me confidence in myself.” Draco pulled Harry up and held
his face in his palms and kissed him with the fullness of love “Draco,
I would do anything for you,” Harry whispered onto Draco’s
lips between tiny kisses. “Anything in the world I would do for
you…” Harry said before trailing the kisses down to
Draco’s warm neck and nuzzling there in completeness. Draco was
overcome by Harry’s sacrificial dedication and he held him
tightly loving him. “I
want nothing but you,” Draco whispered as he rubbed his cheek
on Harry’s hair. As they lay in their post-coital semi-slumber
a knock came at the door. “Who is it?” “Ron,”
Ron said. “Can I come in?” Draco pulled up a sheet over
them as Harry waved his hand toward the door and it clicked open a
tiny bit. Ron came in to see them wrapped around the other. “I
think it’s time you two dressed so we can go.” “Go
to hell. I’m worshipping Draco right now,” Harry grinned
from the confines of Draco’s arms. “I
see that,” Ron said as Draco laughed softly. “But it’s
after seven now.” “Dammit,”
Harry said moving away and sitting on the side of the bed. “I
need my stuff from Hermione’s room,” Draco said. “I
have no clothes in here.” “That
is not a problem for me,” Harry said. “I’d keep you
naked all the time if I could.” “I’ll
have Herm get it and I’ll bring it up here,” Ron said. “Hey,
Ron. Tonight if you want to get rid of the rest of that dope, there
will be people wanting the coke at Blackwater,” Harry said.
“You can either bring it or leave it here.” “I
think I’ll leave it,” Ron said. “I got three people
wanting it, but they were short on funds until tomorrow.” Harry
nodded. “I’ll get your stuff. Be right back.” “How’s
he doing with the selling?” Draco asked. “He’s
sold everything so far except a bit of the coke and lotuscel,”
Harry said. “He’s got all the cash, too. I want you to
take his money and put bets down tonight so he’ll triple that
amount. He needs that money for something.” “Yeah.
I’ll flip it for him,” Draco said of the betting. “I
know Ron’s not…well, not wealthy or anything like that.
I’m glad you gave him the opportunity to have some cash.” “He’ll
be spending it all on one thing,” Harry said. “Hermione.” “Lucky
girl then,” Draco said. “Don’t
tell him I told you, but he’s going to buy her a ring with the
money,” Harry said. “I knew he wanted to ask her because
we talked about it, but…he didn’t have any money and he
can’t work when he’s at school. So I worked this out so
he’d have the funds to get the ring. Hell, I would have given
him the money, but…he’s not like that. He wouldn’t
take a hand out from me.” “Admirable,”
Draco said. “I can respect that. And everybody figured they’d
end up together anyway.” “Everybody
thought it would be me and Hermione before Ron and her got together,”
Harry said. “But me and Herm have always just been friends. I
could tell Hermione anything and she’d be okay with it. But
damn her constant questions…” Harry shook his head at
the irritant. Draco snickered. “I
can see where she’d be fun to have around,” Draco said.
Ron came back with Draco’s clothing and he and Harry changed
into what they’d be wearing for the evening. Draco’s suit
coat was sleek and sophisticated and paired with matching slacks and
shoes. The outfit was cool and comfortable, commanding but subtle.
Harry wore a plain white wrinkled t-shirt and black pants that tied
around the waist and ankles and had large cargo pockets on the sides,
soft black sneakers and a lightweight jacket. “You look like an
orphan.” “I
am an orphan,” Harry said tying his shoe. “I’m
comfortable in this. I’ll take off this shirt when I fight.”
Harry went to kneel at his trunk and he dug out three long black
strips of cloth with an emblem in the center of them. “What’s
that?” Draco asked. “My
tags,” Harry said. “These strips are my name. See there’s
a black hawk in the center of each one. I’ll tell you about
them later. Come on.” Harry folded and stuffed the tags in his
back pocket and they hung out just a bit. The pair went down the
stairs into the common room where the council members were all
sitting and chatting. “There
you are,” Michael said. “Have fun?” “Fun
isn’t the word for what we had,” Draco commented. “We
all ready?” “Are
you wearing that?” Ginny asked of Harry who looked down to
himself. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “I have to. This is for comfort when I’m
kicking ass tonight. Got a problem with it?” “Yes.
You look awful,” Hermione said. “I
know what I’m doing,” Harry said. “Trust me. Come
on.” The ten left the common room and followed Harry and Draco
down the corridors and hallways through the school until they’d
reached the den. They all entered. “Ladies come with me.”
Harry led the girls into the bathroom by touching the stone. “You
can all change in here and the guys will change out there. I know how
women are about dressing up and taking forever to do so, but could
you please just…hurry a bit?” “Fuck
you and we’ll be out when we’re done,” Hermione
said. “So
get the hell out,” Debbie said. Harry gave Debbie a crooked
grin. “You’ve
been around these two bitches too much,” Harry said. Hermione
and Ginny took Harry’s arms and shoved him out of the bathroom
and he almost stumbled. “Bitches!” Harry teased back to
them as he heard them laughing from the bathroom as the entry closed.
“Okay, guys. Get dressed.” “And
I suppose you’ll just stand there and watch?” Seamus
asked. “It’s
my room. And I’ve seen all of you naked before anyway. You
don’t got nothing I haven’t seen in abundance,”
Harry said. “And besides you don’t have anything on my
dragon. Draco’s perfect. Aren’t you, baby?” “There
is no need to restate the blatantly obvious,” Draco did that
arrogant head toss thing and Harry almost fell over with love for
him. “Tell me about those black things.” The other guys
were changing into their street clothes while Harry explained. Harry
pulled out the long black strips of cloth with the black hawk emblem
on them. “These
are my tags. I’ll wear one while I’m fighting and I’ll
tie one onto your arm so that everyone knows you’re my
headman,” Harry explained. “You are in charge of me. If
someone wants to fight with me, they have to come through you to do
it. When I win a match I get my competitor’s tag and it ties
around your arm under mine. When I get four tags from other fighters,
I’ve won. If I lose a fight, I have to give up my tags, when I
lose all three tags, I’m out.” “But
you plan on winning this thing, right?” Neville asked. “Of
course I do,” Harry smiled. “But I’ll have to lose
a few just to keep them interested or no one will fight with me. And
Draco if you see a competitor with a bunch of tags that means they’re
pretty good at fighting so pick them to fight with me so they don’t
win first. It’s all strategy and picking the right matches. But
if we don’t win the whole thing, it doesn’t matter to me
at all. Just be sure and place the bets for Ron and whoever wants to
bet on me. You’ll see what I’m talking about when we get
there. We’ll watch a few matches first so you can all see
what’s going on.” “This
sounds so funky,” Michael said. “And
we’ll be safe there, right?” Dean asked. “I
won’t let anything happen to you all,” Harry said. “Just
stay close to the girls. The other men there tend to just take what
they want, and sometimes it’s another guy’s lady. Just
let me know if there’s a problem and I’ll take care of
it. And Draco, baby, I just know they’ll be all over you.” “Who
will be?” Draco asked. “Everybody,”
Harry said with a grin. “First of all you’re my headman
and loaded with the cash, second is that you have the power of our
group, and third is just that you’re damn hot. You’ll see
what I mean when we get there. You’ll have the playettes
hanging on you for attention.” “The
playettes?” Ron asked. “Ladies
and some select hot ticket male tricks,” Harry said. “They
play up to whoever has the power in hopes of getting what they want.
Which is usually dope, money or…possibly even a pimp. And
Draco has that pimp look about him tonight.” Harry smiled.
“You’ll have your hands full tonight.” “Yeah,
well,” Draco said with a sexy smirk. “I’m perfect
for this role, Harry. Mean and just down right nasty with money and
power? Who else could fill this job like me?” “Nobody,”
Harry laughed softly. “You’re the man and you’re in
charge of me.” “And
you have a collar to prove it,” Ron said as the men were
finished dressing and they all sat down. “How long is this
going to take tonight?” “A
few hours,” Harry said. “Nothing much. The fights are
over quickly usually. I can’t wait until you see some of these
idiots who think they know how to fight. They got nothing on me,
man.” “Well,
I’m sure they weren’t trained for years by the top squads
in the country either,” Draco said. “Not
true,” Harry said. “Some of these guys are professional
fighters who do this all the time for a living. This is their career.
All they do is fight.” “Then
why do you do it?” Neville asked. “If they’re
professionals…don’t fight with them.” “I’m
better than they are,” Harry said. “Besides what’s
the use of fighting with someone you know you can beat? I actually
learn things from them sometimes. But they fight dirty and will cheat
if they get half a chance. But I sort of like that.” “How
big are these guys?” Michael asked. “I’ve seen
professional fighters and they’re huge, Harry.” “I’ll
be the smallest one,” Harry said. “I’m always the
smallest, but that’s good. They underestimate me, which I want.
Some of these guys are absolutely giant like. They laugh at me when
I’m matched with them.” Harry grinned. “They
have no idea,” Draco laughed. “Oh god this is going to be
something else.” Just then the three girls came from the
bathroom looking almost like well-dressed hookers. “Holy
shit!” Ron yelled at seeing Hermione dressed so. “My mum
would have a heart attack if she saw you in that. But…Herm,
damn, baby you look awesome.” “Thanks,
sweetie,” Hermione said with a flirt. “How
do I look Neville?” Debbie asked of the short black leather
skirt. Debbie had on a black tube top covered with a sleeveless
button up that was tied in the front to show her navel, three layers
of socks and black boots. Debbie had her hair all teased up with
little barrettes in it. She also had rows of bangle bracelets on each
arm. Neville’s jaw was dropped and he was working his mouth but
no sound came out. “Nev?” “He’ll
be okay. Breathe, Neville,” Ron said. “There is no way
you are wearing that out!” Ron said to Ginny. “Ginny,
oh my god,” Michael said of Ginny’s outfit. “Go
to hell, Ron. I’m fine,” Ginny said. Ginny had on a
halter top and shirt which met in the middle of her stomach and back
with silver rings of metal which connected the two pieces. Her thigh
highs boots lent to the appeal. Also everything she wore was flaming
fire engine red. “So? Are we okay, Harry?” “You
look great. All three of you will fit in perfectly,” Harry
said. “Nice
ass, Ginny,” Draco said. “Don’t
say that to my sister,” Ron said. “Well,
she does have a nice ass,” Draco said. “I was merely
pointing out the obvious. I’m not dead you know.” “Nice
cleavage there, Herm,” Harry said looking down her top. “Is
that real?” “All
real and simply spectacular,” Hermione bragged leaning to give
Harry a peep. Hermione pat Harry’s cheek sweetly. “And
Ron’s so get the fuck away.” Hermione pushed Harry away
by his face and everyone laughed. “Okay.
We’re ready,” Draco said. “Take us, Harry.” “Don’t
say that to him,” Seamus said. “He’s already
wanting to throw you down and have his way again.” “Do
you want to do that?” Draco asked Harry. “Yes.
Actually I do,” Harry admitted. “We’ll
do that later,” Draco winked. “But let’s go to
London and kick a little ass first.” “Here,”
Harry dug into his wallet and handed Draco a thick wad of cash.
“That’s about twelve thousand. I don’t care what
you do with it. You’ll need to buy at least one round of beer
for everyone there after my first win. Buy the girls what they want
and be sure to place bets on the other fights I’m not in, too.
Spend it all. Here.” Harry handed out a thousand to Neville.
“Split that between you, Michael, Seamus and Dean. And here’s
some for you girls.” The three split the money between them.
“Okay. We ready?” “You’re
not taking any money for you?” Ron asked. “Don’t
need any,” Harry said. “I’m just going to fight. I
could care less about money. But you all play with it, and I’ll
make sure some fuckers break and bleed tonight and we’ll all be
happy.” “You
are one very sick person. Did you know?” Ginny asked Harry as
she stuck her wad of cash down her halter-top into her bra. “Yes,
I know that,” Harry said. “You tend to keep reminding me.
I do try to be normal, though. I’m a muggle tonight, which
makes me feel a bit more normal. And you all need to call me Hawk or
Shorty. That’s what everyone there knows me as. Only a few
people know me by the name Harry.” “Shorty?”
Ron laughed. “Yeah.
I’m a bit smaller than everyone else,” Harry said. “It’s
okay. I’m used to it. Let’s go.” Harry peeped out
of the den and hurried them all down to the secret passage to the
long corridor and entered everyone in. “All take hands and I’ll
fragment us. This passage is a long two mile walk and my way is
quicker.” They all took hands and Harry fragmented them and
rushed them down the corridor at lightening speed and up through the
planks at the end until he defragmented them in the abandoned house.
With a quick peek outside Harry opened the front door and they all
came out and into the yard. “How
many of you can apparate?” Draco asked. Ron, Hermione, Harry,
Draco, Neville, and Seamus could. “Forget
it,” Harry said. “Take hands again and I’ll take us
all. We’ll appear in an alleyway near Blackwater. Ready?”
They all took hands and Harry apparated them to the alleyway. They
all appeared with a pop in the dark alley that reeked of garbage. “Oh
gross,” Dean said. “This is awful.” “Try
living here,” Harry said. “Hold on.” Harry swirled
his hand and made a cigarette case. “Here. Put this in your
pocket. It’s a port key that will take you back to the den. If
there’s any trouble or…whatever, all of you touch it and
Draco will take you back.” “Why
would we need this?” Draco asked as he slid the case into the
inside pocket of his suit coat. “Well,
sometimes the muggle police come and try to arrest everyone,”
Harry said. “Technically gathering at Blackwater for fighting
is illegal. And there are the drugs, prostitutes and criminals. So if
you see the cops coming, port out and I’ll meet you all in the
den later. You’ll be fine.” “There’s
that risk of danger we just had to have,” Hermione commented.
Harry laughed. The group followed Harry who had Draco’s hand.
They walked slowly down the walkways in the roughest part of London
looking at all the hookers lining the streets, vagabonds who sat with
whiskey bottles near the fires in the burning garbage cans, and the
lights of the shops lining the streets. “I
heard a good joke today,” Michael said to them. They wanted to
hear it. “Okay. A husband comes home with a half gallon of ice
cream. He asked his wife if she wants some. ‘How hard is it?’
she asked. ‘About as hard as my dick,’ he replies to
which the woman said, ‘Okay, then pour me some.’”
The group all laughed at the joke. “I
have a joke,” Neville said. “There was a guy who was
struggling to decide what to wear to go to a fancy costume party...
Then he had a bright idea. When the host answered the door, he found
the guy standing there with no shirt and no socks or shoes on. ‘What
the hell are you supposed to be?’ asked the host. ‘A
premature ejaculation,’ said the man. ‘I just came in my
pants.’” The group was all holding their sides with
laughter. “I
got one,” Ginny said. “What’s the difference
between a penis and a prick?” “I
don’t know. What?” Seamus asked. “A
penis is fun, sexy and satisfying. A prick is just the guy who owns
it,” Ginny said. The girls all gave each other high fives and
the men all snorted in pretend insults. “Okay
then. How many men does it take to open a beer?” Draco asked.
They all shrugged. “None. It should be opened by the time the
bitch brings it.” All the men laughed at the joke and the girls
sulked in a tease. “The
Aurors tell me jokes like that all the time,” Harry said. “Like
last week they were teasing me and they made up this limerick about
me.” “Tell
us what it is,” Debbie said. “Do you remember it?” “Hell
yes I remember it,” Harry said. “It’s stupid. Okay
it goes like this: Once was a boy named Harry; Death Eaters think
that he’s scary; He uses his hands; To foil Voldemort’s
plans…and then they all died.” They all had to stop
walking they were all laughing so hard. “Oh
my god that is so damn funny!” Ron laughed. Each had tears by
the time they’d settled down. “They
do that shit all the time,” Harry told them as they started to
walk again. “They think I’m a joke. And being me just
begs to be made fun of I guess.” “They
just love you like we do,” Hermione said ruffling Harry’s
hair. “Yeah,
right,” Harry drawled. They continued to walk and follow Harry
until they reached a high chain link gate. Harry looked around to
make sure no one was noticing before he moved his hand and magicked
the gate to allow them all inside. When they were in, Harry closed
the opening and they all followed him back through what looked like a
junkyard of winding trails. Blackwater was below the tubes of the
subway trains and nestled among large concrete barriers holding up
the tubes. There were many fires burning in garbage cans where people
were gathered around them. It was dark outside, but there were
strings and strands of hundreds of small electric lights all overhead
giving the slight feel of some county fair. The surly groups ranged
from derelicts, outcasts, junkies, to prostitutes, several large men
in nothing but pants and large black boots, to the cool men in suits
who stood with drinks and had lovely women fawning over them. “Oh
my god,” Michael said of the place. “This is it?” “This
is it,” Harry said. “Draco, hold on.” Harry turned
to face Draco and look him over for a second. Harry swirled his hand
and added Draco a white rose in his lapel and a fedora hat that he
placed on Draco’s head tilted. Everyone took in the look. ”What’s
up with the hat?” Draco asked. “You’re
so beautiful,” Harry said with that lovesick look. Ron slapped
Harry’s arm. “Get
a grip. What’s the hat for?” Ron asked. “Oh.
Um…there is a magical signature here somewhere. I don’t
know who it is,” Harry said. “So just in case they
recognize you by your hair, you’ll be a bit more protected with
the hat. I’ll try to find out if it’s a witch or wizard
and point them out to you all.” “Who
would be here?” Dean asked looking toward the groups of people
standing around. There were makeshift bleachers for the guests to sit
about and watch the fights which would be held in the center where
there was marked off a large dirt area. “No
idea,” Harry said. “I’ll find them. Don’t
worry about it. I’ll just put them under Imperius and tell them
that they never saw us.” “You
can’t just cast an unforgivable on someone,” Neville
said. Harry gave the look and crossed his arms. “Neville,
I’m Harry Potter. I can do whatever the fuck I want,”
Harry said flatly. “I have permission to kill if I feel
threatened in any way. Besides, I do it all the time. Don’t
tell anyone. We ready?” “You’re
insane,” Dean said.
“No,
I’m not. It’s everyone else that’s nutty. I’m
okay,” Harry said looking over crowds. “Let’s go.
Stay together and I’ll take you all over to find a place to
sit. Draco, you and I will need to go over and sign me up on the list
of fighters. I’ll introduce you to Benz. He’s the main
guy here running this shit.” Harry led them over to the
bleachers and they all sat as the stands were filling quickly with
onlookers. Harry and Draco went to the fat man in a suit smoking a
cigar who was surrounded by a bunch of others. They waited for a few
moments until Benz spotted them. “I
was wondering when you’d be back,” Benz said slowly
taking a draw from his cigar. “Benz,
this is Dragon. He’s my headman. Dragon this is Benz. He runs
the joint,” Harry introduced them. “Who we got on the
floor tonight?” “Most
of the same,” Benz said. “Where’s the Hawk been
lately? I’ve not seen you for months.” “I
been around,” Harry said. “Dragon’s got my fees and
he’s calling my shots from now on.” “Fine,”
Benz said and reached out to shake Draco’s hand. The two men
eyed each other and Draco shook politely radiating that haughty air.
“Five hundred to get him in. You taking bets?” “Isn’t
that the point?” Draco asked coolly drawing out the cash,
licking his finger to count out the measly five hundred from his
thousands and handing it over as if it were nothing. “I think
we know Hawk’s a winner here.” “I’ll
give him ten to one on the first three matches and depending how he
does, we’ll up him,” Benz stated the terms. “Twelve
to one and only on the first two,” Draco said. “Plus we
get ten percent of the cut at the final.” “No
way,” Benz said shaking his head. “I got more to lose on
that than you do.” “Take
it or leave it,” Draco said. “Those are my terms. And
I’ll up the stakes by offering you a personal bet of ten
thousand for Hawk to take the final and win outright over all these
losers if you take my offer.” Benz was intrigued and Harry
couldn’t have been more proud of Draco’s cool and
calculating demeanor. Benz eyed Harry over checking out what he might
be able to do. The ugly fat man scratched his chin and nodded a bit. “I’ll
take that bet, Dragon,” Benz said. “Sign him up and get
that cold hard cash ready.” “I
got the cash, Benz,” Draco smirked. “That’s the
least of your worries. Just keep these weak ass fuckers coming our
way so the Hawk can take them down one at a time.” “Cocky
little shit, aren’t you?” Benz gruffed with a belly laugh
that left him coughing. Harry signed the sheet to put down his name
and he and Draco left Benz sitting. “Oh
god you did great,” Harry whispered and smiled. “You are
something else, Draco.” “I’m
the master, baby,” Draco said. They walked back to the others
and sat for a while until the first matches were drawn up and the
fighting began. Harry explained to all of them that there were
basically no rules at all. As they sat and watched, many of the sly
loose women had spotted Draco and were slowly making their ways over
in their direction. Draco took the money from everyone who wanted to
bet and made a small note on a little notepad he’d thought to
bring for that purpose. “He
looks like some gangster bookie,” Hermione told Harry of Draco.
“Like a mafia hit man or something.” Hermione was right
behind Harry on the bench and Harry leaned back against her slinging
his arms over her bare legs. “I
love it,” Harry said. “He’s perfect for this. And
damn, Herm, you got nice legs. Hear that, Ron? Hermione’s got
her legs wrapped around me.” “Haven’t
you had enough legs wrapped around you today?” Ron asked
watching the fighters take positions. “I
never get enough,” Harry said watching the same thing. “See
that guy on the left? That’s Tank. He’s big and stupid.
Reminds me of Goyle.” “Are
you speaking in a derogatory manner of my housemates?” Draco
asked. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “Okay.
Just checking. It’s not like I actually give a shit,”
Draco said as he made the last of the marks on the page. “Okay.
I got it down and I’ll place the bets on your first match.”
Harry stood up and Draco did the same. Harry pulled out the long
black strips and tied one to Draco’s right bicep so that the
hawk showed. “And if anyone wants to match with you, they’ll
come to me, right?” “Right,”
Harry said. “It’s your choice to allow me, or not. Or if
you see another fighter you want to pair me up with, you go to their
headman and make the request. Simple. Go if you want.” “I
think I’ll watch for a few minutes,” Draco said. “That
way I can get a better idea of who’s good.” “I
can beat any of these assholes,” Harry said confidently. “You
pick and I’ll fight. Just hurry because I need to take out a
bit of aggression before I freak out.” “Sit
your ass down. You’ll fight when I say you can,” Draco
pushed Harry’s shoulder and made him sit as Draco looked about
for the other headmen for match ups. “You’re
loving this, aren’t you?” Michael asked of Harry. “Hell
yeah,” Harry said. “Draco in charge. I’m his little
bitch and couldn’t be happier.” “Watch
me,” Draco told Harry as he set off walking toward a group of
headmen. “He
is good at this,” Ron said.
“I
knew he would be,” Harry said. “Draco just…takes
charge like that. It’s just the way he is. That’s why
he’s perfect for me. He’s not afraid to do shit like
this. I don’t know of anyone else in the school that would come
here and do this with me and enjoy it. Do you?” Harry asked
them all. “Nope,”
Seamus said as they watched Draco shake his head and barter with the
other headmen over the next match. Draco looked over and motioned for
Harry to stand up which he did and looked as mean as possible. The
other men and Draco continued to look at Harry and speak among
themselves. Draco motioned for Harry to sit, which he did with a
grin. After several more minutes, Draco had what he wanted and walked
toward the group wearing that smirk of accomplishment. “You’re
pathetic,” Dean said to Harry. “I’m
under his control,” Harry said. “I told him how to do
this. Just watch. He’s doing great.” “I’ve
lined you up third with a fighter named Hudds,” Draco said.
“You know him?” “No,”
Harry said. “What kind of fight is it?” “No
holds barred,” Draco said. “I gave them the choice of
weapon or not.” “Cool,”
Harry grinned. “Damn you’re good.” “I
know I am,” Draco said as he stood near the group who sat on
the bottom two bleachers. “Hey
baby,” one of the loose women said who slid up next to Draco
and put her arm around him giving him that lustful look. The other
blonde hung on his other shoulder. Harry and the others grinned and
watched. “Who’s your squick?” “I
am,” Harry said. “So
you’re beefing for the Hawk, sugar?” the blonde asked
sweetly of Draco who was eating up the attention from the two. Draco
coolly took the cigarette from the first and took a draw and kept the
cig. “I
think that’s plain to see,” Draco drawled giving each of
them an appraising look over as the first ran her hand over Draco’s
chest lightly. “These
your playettes?” the first asked of the three girls with the
other guys. “What
do you think?” Draco asked slyly. “I
think we could hook up if you was willing,” the blonde said
leaning closer to Draco and giving him a light kiss on his cheek.
Draco almost grinned. Draco reached into his pocket and drew out a
hundred and held it between his two fingers. “Listen,
kittens, this is a hard roll and I don’t have time to fuck
around with the honeys,” Draco said as he put the hundred in
the blonde’s greedy palm. “So take the money and a step
back.” “You
got it,” the two gave him smiles of getting what they wanted in
the first place and left. The other students snickered and Draco
rolled his eyes. “How
was I?” Draco asked Harry. “Fucking
brilliant,” Harry laughed. “You’re a natural,
baby.” “It’s
your money anyway and you know how I love to spend it,” Draco
said. “Spend
it all. I don’t give a shit as long as I get what I want,”
Harry said. “They’re ready.” Draco sat next to
Harry on the bench and the first fight took place. It was a fistfight
and both participants ended up bloody and battered at the end before
one fell. “This
is awful,” Neville said. “They just…fight like
that for no reason.” “There
are some people that just love to fight, Neville,” Harry said.
“I’m one of them. It’s just…something we
have to do. If you’re not a fighter, then you’ll never
understand it. It’s a rush to hurt somebody, I think.” “I
think psychologically it’s a need to control,” Hermione
analyzed. “That control factor is most prevalent in men who
seek to dominate territory, but the control issues can stem from the
deep seeded fear of not actually having any control over themselves
or of situations which makes them want to lash out to dominate
another male to regain a feeling of dominance over themselves.”
All the students turned to her with the look. “Well, I just
thought I’d mention that.” “Thank
you for in depth analysis, Miss Granger,” Michael said
sarcastically as Snape might have. “It’s
fighting. Hell, get over it,” Ron said. “I understand it
and…it don’t have nothing to do with what you just said,
Herm.” “Why
do you do it, Harry?” Ginny asked. Harry never heard her for
watching the fighting between the two on the dirt. “Harry?” “What?”
Harry asked uninterested in anything but the fight at hand. “Why
do you do it?” Ginny asked. “Do
what?” Harry asked as he continued to watch the larger man hit
the smaller one in the chest. “Oh damn. Good punch.” “He’s
not listening, Ginny,” Debbie said. “He’s totally
immersed in the fight.” “Did
you see that hook?” Seamus asked. “Hell,
yeah. He almost took off his head with that one,” Ron said. The
girls all rolled their eyes to the other at the men loving to watch
fighting. The girls chatted among themselves for the next fight until
it was over. Harry stood up with Draco. “You’re
on,” Draco grinned. “Good,”
Harry said as he pulled out the other two black strips handing one to
Draco. “Hold on to that one.” Harry shrugged out of his
t-shirt, which left him only in his black hip pants and black shoes.
Harry took off his glasses and laid them on his shirt. With a quick
flick of his finger in front of his eyes Harry had blinked his vision
correct. “You’re
not wearing your glasses then,” Neville said. Harry gave him
the how-stupid-are-you look. “Well,
no,” Harry said. “I never do with a planned fight, Nev.
Most of the time when my glasses go flying all over is when someone
punches me and I wasn’t expecting it. But that hasn’t
happened in a long time.” Harry took the black strip and tied
it around his forehead with a tug in the back and then looked to them
all with a wicked grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m
ready.” “Kick
some ass,” Draco said. “And win this one or you’ll
make me look bad and then I’ll be pissed. And you don’t
want that to happen.” “How
bad do you want me to hurt this guy?” Harry asked. “Don’t
do too much damage. Just win,” Draco said. Harry nodded and
winked at them before he jumped over the rail and walked to the man
in the center who was a type of referee. Harry stood on one side of
the dusty dry dirt fighting area and his opponent who was much larger
and dressed in camouflage green pants, a black sleeveless shirt and
boots stood at the other. Each summed the other up. The referee
yelled for them to begin and each came at the other. Harry let the
other man punch at nothing but air as he dodged several times. “Harry’s
just playing around with that fucker,” Seamus said. Draco stood
and crossed his arms to watch the fight. “He’s
leading him,” Draco said. “Making Hudd think a bit.
Harry’s a genius.” Harry let the guy try several times to
hit, punch, or grab him but Harry was just too quick. With a quick
glance at Draco who nodded, Harry squared up and landed a punch
directly in the man’s face. Hudd stumbled a bit and with blood
on his face, he took a lunge at Harry who grabbed Hudd’s head
and cracked his nose on Harry’s up-thrusted knee. With several
more punches and a hard elbow to his ear, Harry had Hudd in a twisted
hold on his arm. Harry had his elbow raised ready to break the arm
with a snap. Harry looked to Draco for permission and Draco waited
for a few seconds to tense up the moment as everyone in the bleachers
looked to him. Draco shook his head slightly signaling Harry to let
go. Harry did and Hudd fell on his face on the dirt. Harry had won
and the referee announced as much giving the whistle to end the
match. Hudd staggered up and Harry jerked off Hudd’s yellow tag
and took it with him as he left the fighting area to walk back to his
group. Harry handed the tag to Draco. “Very
good,” Draco said as Harry helped him tie the tag onto Draco’s
upper arm near Harry’s black one. Immediately after the fight
several headmen came over to barter with Draco to allow their
fighters to match with Harry. Harry just sat and let Draco handle it
as he was supposed to do. “He
is loving this, Harry,” Hermione said of Draco as the students
watched. “I
know he is,” Harry grinned.
“I’m
thirsty,” Ginny said. “Where can we get a drink?” “Over
there is a guy that sells drinks out of that truck,” Harry
pointed. “You can go get whatever you want, but just travel in
threes with at least one guy, Gin.” Ginny, Michael, Ron, Seamus
and Dean all went to get them all drinks. Draco had arranged several
more matches with Harry and when the others came back with their
drinks they sat down. Harry took a canned beer and turned it up.
“I’ll need water next time you go for drinks, okay,
somebody?” “We’ll
get you one,” Dean said. Draco showed Harry the notepad and the
next fights upcoming. With Ron’s help they formulated a
strategy of winning the next match, losing one to get his stakes up
higher and then coming back to win two more to win the whole thing.
Harry agreed that would work. They watched the next two fights and
then Harry was up again. The black man who Harry fought was a tough
opponent, and Harry allowed him to land two punches that weren’t
damaging before Harry had the guy in a hold ready to break his foot.
Harry looked to Draco for permission and Draco shook his head. Harry
gave Draco the mean look and shoved the black man away and took his
red tag. Harry came up and tied the red tag to Draco’s arm
sporting two wins. “Why
don’t you just win the next two and be done with it?”
Debbie asked. “That’s
not the way it’s done,” Draco said coolly. “It’s
like a formula and has to be carried out a certain way to get the
best odds on betting.” Draco and Ron went to place bets on the
next fights and came back with three women trailing them.
“These
your peeps, headman?” The lovely dark skinned girl asked of the
group. “And
that would be any concern of yours how?” Draco asked her in
cold voice. “Take
it easy, baby,” the other girl said sliding up to Draco. She
was at least part oriental with long dark hair, very tiny waist and
long legs. Draco gave her a look over. “Nice.”
Draco drawled coolly and looked to Harry who winked at him. “But
you see that?” Draco pointed to Harry. “That’s all
I need, so you girls need to find another pocket to jump into.”
Draco peeled away from them and walked over to stand near Harry and
ignore them. The three gave Draco irritated sneers and walked away. “Nice,”
Harry said sarcastically mocking what Draco had said. “You
think she was nice looking?” “Yeah.
She was very nice looking. Hot, too,” Draco teased. “Didn’t
you think?” “No,”
Harry said in mock jealousy. “I think she’s a bitch.” “Don’t
worry, baby,” Draco said patting Harry’s cheek. “I
won’t go after that until I’m done using you.”
Draco winked and Harry laughed with the other students. The
night wore on and Harry had done his loss and won again. The final
two fights would determine who would fight with Harry in the final
match. The fight taking place now was a knife duel between two surly
looking dog-like men. The rule was that the first one to sink a blade
would win and Harry explained that to the group. “You
mean one of them gets stabbed?” Neville asked. “Of
course,” Harry said. “That’s why they use knives,
Neville. Get your head out of your ass and pay attention. What’s
the use of having a knife in a fight if you don’t use it?” “But…that’s
just so…cruel,” Neville said. “That’s
life. Live with it,” Harry said. “Watch this jab on the
right, Ron.” They watched the fight and the man jabbed on the
right and sunk the blade into the man’s abdomen. The man
screamed and fell. The girls all turned their heads and winced as the
blood poured from the man over his skin and pants as he continued to
whimper and scream. “Wasn’t that cool?” “That
was bitching,” Ron said. “Holy shit. They going to leave
him there like that?” “His
headman will come take care of it,” Harry said. The headman
came with two other men and carried the bleeding unconscious man from
the fighting area. There was a break in the fighting for a few
minutes to tally up the betting, work out odds and let the fighters
rest. “You’re
up next,” Michael said. “Who you got?” “Mungo
in the final,” Harry said. “Damn he’s big. Did you
see that kick he did on Fanger’s head? Holy hell if he hit me
with that, I’d die on the spot. His foot is as big as my leg.” “How
tall is that guy?” Debbie asked. “He’s
massive,” Dean said. “Muscles everywhere. He looks like
Hagrid except bald.” “He’s
about seven feet tall,” Harry said. “I’ll look like
a house elf beside that guy.” “Can
you win against him?” Draco asked sarcastically. “Sure,
I can,” Harry said. “Size has no bearing on fighting.
He’s got the size and is stronger than me, but I’m much
quicker than he is which is my advantage. He goes back on the left
giving me perfect opportunity for a good kick and two jabs before he
falls on his knees. After he’s down I’ll take him out.” “I’m
letting you break this guy,” Draco said of the behemoth. “So
break him good.” “Oh
hell yes,” Harry said excitedly. “I’m breaking his
right arm if I’m in the right hold. Why haven’t you let
me break anybody yet? I was freaking out wanting to break that last
guy.” “I
was saving it for the final,” Draco said. “Benz needed a
fix.” “You
bastard,” Harry said. “Give me my water.” Harry
stood up and Ginny handed Harry the water bottle, which he opened and
poured over his sweaty head. The water ran down over his face, neck
and chest. “Oh god yes. I’m burning up.” Harry
shook out his hair covering them all with water and sweat. “Oh
thank you so much,” Seamus said wiping off the water droplets. “Sorry,”
Harry said. “I have no manners. Okay, I’m ready. Wish me
luck.” “Like
you need it,” Ron smirked. “I
don’t use magic at all when I fight like this,” Harry
said. “I’m just a muggle here so I’m equal with all
the others, Ron. Any good punch and I’m going down like a rock.
This guy could kill me.” Harry laughed a bit. “But he
won’t. Time to go.” Harry
walked away and jumped over the rail and into the fighting area.
Mungo came out and stood near Harry who looked directly into his
upper stomach and chest and then straight up to his face. “Holy
shit.” The students all snickered at Harry’s face that he
gave of the gigantic man who sneered in amusement at Harry’s
size and then gave a loud laugh for everyone to hear. Harry just
stood near him and grinned a bit. “Oh
hell, he’s going to piss Harry off laughing at him,” Dean
said. “I
can’t wait to see this,” Ron said as they all watched.
Benz came waddling out to the fighting area and called out the odds
on each competitor for the final match. “…and
Mungo favored to win by a margin of eight to two,” Benz said
giving Harry a look before he turned back and walked away to his
premier seat near the area. “Harry
just looks so little out there,” Hermione said. “He’s
tiny.” “He’s
big enough,” Michael said. “Hell,
anyone would look small next to that overgrown retard,” Draco
said. “Here we go.” The referee stepped them off and then
shouted to begin. Harry stood with his arms out a bit waiting on
Mungo to make a move as they looked at one another. With a large step
forward Mungo reared back to punch at Harry, which he easily dodged
and spun around to nail Mungo’s neck with a jab. Mungo spun
around and tried to grab Harry, who stepped back and Mungo stumbled a
bit. When he rose up to full height his face was one of complete
anger. He snarled and Harry grinned at him. The students all
snickered at Harry’s love of fighting and his display of
pissing off the big man. The fight lasted a long time as Mungo tried
to punch and Harry would dodge and hit him each time. The spectators
were all laughing slightly at Harry’s playing around with the
big and stupid lug. When Mungo had a bloody nose from one of Harry’s
punches, Harry came around to face the oaf. Harry kicked upward
slowly and Mungo grabbed his foot. The crowd gasped but Harry jumped
in a flash with the other foot and slung it around to nail Mungo in
the temple. Mungo dropped Harry’s foot and fell onto his knees
with a sway. Harry quickly moved over to land two perfect punches to
his head and then take his arm up in a twist behind him in a stance
with his own elbow poised for the break. Harry looked up to see Draco
standing proudly with crossed arms. As Mungo swayed in his punch
drunken state, everyone around looked to Draco who stood for a few
moments just for the drama factor and then nodded slightly. Harry
came down with his elbow giving a yell of anger and crunched the
bones in Mungo’s arm bending it into an unnatural shape. Mungo
screamed and fell forward when Harry pushed him and Harry backed away
breathing heavy. Harry looked to Draco and gave an evil smirk of
satisfaction. “Holy
hell did you see that?” Seamus asked. “Harry just broke
that guy’s arm bad!” “I
can’t believe he did that,” Hermione said in an irritated
scowl. “That’s
the way it is, Herm,” Ron said. Harry took Mungo’s green
tag from his leg and brought it to Draco as everyone watched. Harry
tied the green tag onto Draco’s arm as Benz came out and
motioned to them. Harry and Draco walked coolly down onto the
fighting area as others were assisting Mungo off the dirt. “The
winner. Dragon, headman of Blackhawk,” Benz said loudly and
everyone cheered. Harry never showed any emotion but Draco smirked in
pride. Benz handed Draco an envelope and Draco flipped through it to
make sure all the winnings were there. Draco gave Benz a slight nod
and he walked away as Harry followed him like some trained puppy. The
crowds started to clear as they walked back to the students. “Good
job, Harry,” Dean said. “How
much did you get?” Debbie asked of the envelope. “There’s
about thirty thousand here,” Draco said. “That includes
the personal bet I made with Benz on you, Harry. We’ll sort it
out after we get out of here. Too much cash around these idiots could
mean trouble.” “You’re
right,” Harry said as he pulled off his headband and tugged on
his t-shirt again. “What
do you want me to do with these?” Draco said of the armband
tags of the other competitors. “Keep
them,” Harry said. “I have a stash of them already.” “That
fat man said that the winner was Dragon headman of Blackhawk,”
Ginny said. “Yes.
Technically the win goes to Draco,” Harry said. “He’s
the winner in having a superior fighter. It’s like playing
chess. The headmen use the fighters like a game. Very cool. I knew
Draco could do it. He’s just that much of an evil bastard to
push me around. But damn, Draco, you did perfect tonight. I couldn’t
be more proud of you.” “I
know that,” Draco said arrogantly. “Potty, you already
know I use you to suit my sick and twisted whims. You always have,
you know.” “Yes,
I know. I’m not worthy of you, oh holy one,” Harry said. “Just
as long as we’re clear on that,” Draco said looking to
the others who were all giving him hard looks. “What? Relax.
This is the way we are with each other. Get over it.” “Yeah.
It’s perfect for me. Draco uses me and I worship him,”
Harry said with a laugh putting his arm around Draco. “Let’s
go do something.” “I
think you’ve already done that today,” Seamus said. “I
meant I’m taking Draco wherever he wants to go eat, stupid,”
Harry said. “I’m starving.” “Well,
you can’t go in that,” Draco said of Harry’s
outfit. “And the rest of them look like cheap trash. You’ll
have to fix that.” “I
will,” Harry said as they were walking. “Did
you ever find out who the witch or wizard was that was here?”
Debbie asked. “Yes.
It was a man standing by the fire,” Harry said. “I didn’t
know him. He didn’t have any intent toward me or any of you,
so…I just let it go.” “Interesting,”
Hermione scowled. “Harry, how many other wizards do you think
would know of Blackwater?” “That’s
the first one I’ve ever seen here,” Harry said. “I’ve
never detected a magical signature here before. It worried me at
first, but…he made no move and had no intent to harm anyone,
so…what could I do? But…I think I…I mean…I
sort of have an idea…but…” “What?
Oh god what?” Draco asked. “I’ll
tell you later,” Harry said. “It’s nothing much.
But nobody question me on this again please?” “Why
not?” Ron asked. “Because
I’ll snap your neck and leave you to die in your own piss,”
Harry said. “Okay?” Harry smiled. “Fine.
You don’t have to get so violent,” Ron grinned. “I’m
not violent,” Harry said and they all laughed. The conversation
between the men was about the fighting and the girls were looking
around and window-shopping as they walked. There was a dark alleyway
up ahead and Harry looked around quickly before pulling all of them
into it and back near the end. With a circular swish above his head,
Harry changed his outfit to a suit similar to Draco’s and had
given him a refreshing cleansing spell to take away his sweat and
grime. Harry put on his glasses and everyone shook their heads. “You
are just two different people,” Michael said. “I
can’t get over it,” Dean said looking at Harry who looked
so much different. “This
is just Harry the geek,” Harry said. “I’ll need to
transfigure you girls some nicer attire. Think in your head of what
you want. Guys do the same thing. Something similar to what Draco and
I are wearing is okay. Who’s first?” Ginny was first and
then the other two ladies. Harry then transfigured all the guys into
similar suits of their choosing. “Okay. Wow. We all look
great.” The ladies all had on conservative black, blue and red
dresses with light jackets and purses. The fellows all had dark suits
in varying colors to accompany their dates. “I
think I’d like to have filet mignon,” Draco said
arrogantly in his Malfoy way. “Either that or lobster. Which do
you like, Harry?” “Whatever
you want on earth I’ll get for you,” Harry said taking
his hand and leading them from the alleyway. “You pick. I’ll
get us a ride and we’ll go to the strip in London. There’s
the Hackley Manor, Coutier De La Sombrage, Markinson’s, Brontus
Bentley’s…” “Oh
let’s go to the Coutier De La Sombrage,” Draco said.
“They have the best flan there.” “I
have no idea where that is,” Dean said. “Or…what
flan is.” “It’s
a rich creamy desert with a flaming caramel sauce,” Draco said.
“Delicious.” “Your
wish is my command,” Harry said as he walked to the curb and
hailed a cab. Soon there were three cabs hailed and they all entered.
Harry told the drivers to follow the lead cab, which held Harry,
Draco, Neville and Debbie. The driver was told to take them all to
the Coutier De La Sombrage and they set off through London. “This
has been quite a treat, Harry,” Debbie smiled. “And Draco
you were marvelous with those scarlet women.” “Except
with that little dark haired chinka,” Harry teased Draco with
jealousy. “You’re
not jealous are you, Harry?” Draco asked. “Yes,
I am,” Harry lied. “You’re mine and everyone needs
to know that.” “I
told her than you were all I needed,” Draco countered as he
looked out the glass to the passing lights of London. “And
that’s true. You’re all I’ll ever want.”
Draco laced their fingers together as they held hands in the cab.
Draco leaned his head back and Harry put his hand on Draco’s
neck to pull him into a deep kiss before he pulled away slowly
tugging on Draco’s bottom lip. “You
literally make me crazy,” Harry said quietly. “It’s
a good look on you,” Draco teased. Harry laughed softly with
Debbie and Neville at the comments. Harry sat back and they chatted
away during the ride. Draco took out the envelope and divvyed out the
winnings from the bets. Harry was given his fifteen thousand, which
he put into his wallet. The rest was split up between everyone
according to what they’d bet and Draco had the separate stacks
of cash for Ron, Michael, Seamus. Draco handed Debbie hers. “You
bet on me?” Harry asked her. “I’m
no fool, Harry,” Debbie said. “I took every galleon I had
to put on you. Now I’m two thousand richer.” “You
better hang on to her, Longbottom,” Draco said. Neville blushed
and looked to Debbie. “I
will,” Neville said holding her hand. “Debbie is one of a
kind and very special to me.” “Thank
you, Nevie,” Debbie said. “I think you’re also very
special and kind.” “Neville
is a good friend,” Harry said nodding to the sentiment. “And
I don’t have too many that I consider good friends to me.” “That’s
not true, Harry,” Debbie said. “Everyone likes you.” “No
they don’t,” Harry corrected. “People use me, Deb.
Others latch onto me because of fame or what I can do…just
whatever. But there are very few who could care less who I was that
would still like me anyway. Neville is one of those and I value
Neville highly in that regard.” “There
it is,” Draco said of the restaurant. Harry had the cash ready
for the cabs and as the cabbie pulled up to the curb, they all
exited. Harry paid the cabbie with a tip. Harry paid the other two
cab fares, took Draco’s arm in his own and led them under the
impressive awning into the foyer of the elaborate and posh
restaurant. Harry went to the maitre’d when they entered. “I
require your best table to sit a party of ten, please,” Harry
said. “Do
you have a reservation, sir?” The man in the suit said. “No.
I’m Harry Potter and I don’t require one because you are
most pleased to see me here with my fine guests and you have been
expecting me,” Harry said as he gazed into the man’s eyes
using his Legelimency. “Very
well, sir. We are most pleased to see you here and we’ve been
expecting you,” the man said. “Robert? Please take Mister
Potter and his fine guests to section nine. Thank you.” Harry
nodded kindly to the man and followed the waiter with Draco on his
arm. The waiter pulled out a chair for Draco and the others sat
around the lovely fine table. Harry looked about the restaurant for a
moment as all his guests were seated. He walked to the banister and
winced just a bit and held his stinging forearm rubbing a hand over
it lightly. “What
is it?” Draco asked. “Nothing,”
Harry said quietly. “I just…have this feeling…” “Oh
god, what?” Draco asked in dread. “No,
it’s nothing. I…there’s…” Harry shook
his head at the odd feeling inside him. “Just forget it. It’s
nothing.” Harry came to sit at the table as the waiter handed
him the menu and the wine list, which he passed to Draco. “Draco,
you could order us all some wine if you’d like.” “Yes.
I would like the Chateau d'Yquem Sauternes,” Draco smiled
widely. “Draco,
no,” Hermione said. “Why
not?” Harry asked. “That
wine is five thousand a bottle!” Hermione said. “Bring
four bottles,” Harry told the waiter and gave Hermione a hard
look. The students all had wide eyes. “Is that all you’d
like?” Harry asked Draco. “Yes,
that would be fine,” Draco handed back the wine list with a
wide grin. “Our
fine chef has recommends the baked French onion soup or the hot
artichoke and cheese dip for your appetizers and either the Pork Stir
Fried Pasta with a Sesame Sauce, the Fillet of Sole with Shrimp
Pate’, the Smoked Chicken En Croute, or our house specialty of
Sombrage Filet Mignon for an entree,” The waiter said. “Can
I bring you an appetizer with your wine?” “Please
bring me the grilled scallops in the Burgundy wine sauce with
shallots,” Draco said. “Anyone else?” The others
looked apprehensive and were taking time. “Please
bring one of each appetizer on the menu to our table please,”
Harry told the waiter who bowed in respect. “And if you could I
would like limousine service to accommodate a party of ten for after
our meal. About an hour and a half would be fine. Please arrange that
if you would.” The waiter nodded and left again. “Why
did you order all those appetizers?” Debbie asked. “You
all seemed to have had a problem with deciding,” Harry said.
“So now we can try everything together. Whatever you want from
the menu you may order. This dinner is my treat to Draco for his win
tonight.” Harry grinned largely. “I
did do well, didn’t I?” Draco asked. “Yes,
you really worked hard for that win,” Ron said sarcastically.
“It’s a wonder you’re not too exhausted to order
the most expensive wine on the planet.” Ron gave Harry a hard
look of irritation. “Ron,
I’m loaded,” Harry said. “This is the only time I
get to spend anything so give me a break. Besides, I love spoiling
Draco. It’s fun for me. And this is technically only the third
date I’ve ever had excluding Hogsmeade.” “You’re
kidding me,” Debbie said. “No,
he’s not,” Draco said. “Harry’s a freak and
too damn weird for anyone to truly appreciate except me.” Harry
laughed with Draco over the comment. “It’s
like I was telling you in the cab, Debbie,” Harry said almost
sadly. “I have to choose who I’m near very carefully.
There are those who seek to kill me at any chance they get and there
are those who only want to be near me because they think I can give
them something they want. So I have to look for friends who don’t
do that and just…want to hang out with just me. Just Harry.
Not that horrible Harry Potter person who is some sort of freaky boy
hero that does very odd shit. That’s him, not me.” “That
would be Potter,” Draco said. “I hate Potter. Potter is
an irritant of immense proportions to me. I can’t stand him and
I want him to suffer some horribly painful death that I take part in.
Potter is…he’s just…” Draco growled with
gritted teeth. “I just hate Potter.” “But
you don’t hate Harry,” Hermione confirmed. Draco took
Harry’s hand and grinned at him. “Of
course not. Haven’t you been listening?” Draco asked.
Harry snickered. “I love Harry more than anything. He is my
lover and just wonderful.” “And
I hate Malfoy,” Harry said. “Malfoy is a prick and a
Death Eater who wants nothing more than to kill me and enjoy it. He’s
a loud mouth, arrogant little pissed off pureblood ferret that thinks
the sun shines out of his ass.” “But
you love Draco,” Ginny said finally getting it. “Yes.
I love Draco,” Harry said. “Draco is funny and bright, a
wonderful conversationalist and ultimately oh-my-god sinfully sexy
and delicious. And we had a very difficult time in finding Draco and
Harry for only seeing Malfoy and Potter.” “But
once we did, it fell into place,” Draco explained. “Very
simple.” Harry nodded. “Simple?
That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard,” Ron
said. “And
complicated,” Michael grinned. “How
do you know which you are at all times?” Hermione asked. “We
switch back and forth depending on what we need at the time,”
Draco said. “And
it’s very easy to tell the four of us apart,” Harry
snickered with Draco at the term. The waiter brought their wine and
three other waiters came with trays of their appetizers and placed
them all on the table. Each was given small appetizer plates and the
waiters left. The appetizers were all very delicious and hot. Harry
ate none of it, but the others seemed to enjoy them. “Would
you like to try this?” Draco asked of the scallop. “No,
thank you,” Harry said with a smile. “I’ll wait on
my entrée.” “Are
you okay? You seem a bit…distant,” Draco asked kindly.
“Do you feel okay?” “No,
I’m fine. I was just enjoying watching you enjoy your wine,”
Harry said calmly holding Draco’s hand on the table and rubbing
it with his thumb. “You’re
so good to me, Harry,” Draco said softly giving Harry a look of
pure love for him. “And
you’re so good to me, my dragon,” Harry replied equally
as softly before Draco leaned up to kiss Harry slowly lingering
together in the touch of their lips. “Not
at the table, please,” Ron teased. Harry and Draco shared a
gaze to the other. “I
love you,” Harry whispered. “And
I love you,” Draco whispered in return before Draco sat back in
his chair. Harry let go of his hand so that he could finish the
appetizer. Everyone was immersed in the conversation as Harry sat in
thought and worry at the pain in his body that he immediately
recognized. Harry would respond to the questions asked him, but was
generally quiet throughout the appetizers. When the entrees came each
was thrilled with the fine quality of the delicious and expensive
food. The conversations ranged in spanse and scope from the trivial
to the hypothetical, wizard and muggle topics were all covered. After
the meals were finished, each had a desert except for Harry who sat
silently looking up into space for several long minutes as the others
chatted on. “Harry?
Are you alright?” Ron asked.
“Yeah.
I’m…I’m fine,” Harry said fumbling with his
glass of wine. “Liar,”
Hermione said. “We always know, Harry. You’re a terrible
liar.” “No.
I’m okay,” Harry said giving his best grin. “He’s
still lying,” Seamus said. “Look.
I’m just…tired a bit,” Harry said. “I did do
a lot today, you know.” “But
that was nothing compared to what you normally do in a day,”
Draco said leaning over to take an assessment. “You may be a
bit pale.” “And
you’d know this how? You’re the palest thing I’ve
ever seen,” Ron said to Draco who flipped him off. Harry took
a deep breath and put on the biggest show. “Are
we all done eating?” Harry asked. “Because I’m
taking my dragon dancing.” Harry smile widely. “I think
we all know that I just can’t get enough of seeing Draco shake
that sexy ass of his. Vinyl or not.” Harry laughed with the
others trying to rouse himself from his fears. The waiter brought the
ticket and Harry whipped out a credit card and handed it to him and
he left. “You
have credit cards?” Hermione asked. “Yes,”
Harry said. “I have to. There are occasionally things I need to
get in London for Albus or…just whoever. That card is linked
to my muggle accounts.” “Accounts,”
Draco said. “That’s more than one.” “You’re
so observant,” Harry insulted “How
much do you have in your muggle accounts?” Draco asked. “Do
you just want me for my money?” Harry asked with the crooked
grin. “Yes.
Of course. Why else do you think I’d have you, Potty?”
Draco asked in teasing. “For
the life of me, I have no idea,” Harry said. “But at
least I have the cash to please you.” “I
don’t want or need any financial support from you or anyone
else,” Draco said. “I’m extremely wealthy with my
own inheritance. Thank you very much.” “But
you sure don’t mind spending Harry’s, right?” Dean
asked. They all laughed. “No,”
Draco said haughtily. “I don’t mind at all. I don’t
care whose it is. I can spend cash like a pro. It’s that Malfoy
thing I have. Whatever it is that I think I must have at the moment,
I just buy it and be done with it.” “I
wish I was rich,” Seamus asked. “So
do I,” Ginny said. “I’d go on a week long shopping
spree and buy anything I wanted. New clothes just for me from every
high class store on the strip.” “I’d
buy an automobile,” Ron said. “Or…or a motorbike.” “I’d
buy a new wardrobe, too, Ginny,” Debbie grinned. “I have
things handed down from my sisters. But I always wanted to be able to
pick out my own things.” “I’d
like to pick out my own things,” Neville said. “My
grandma picks out my stuff and most of it is okay, but…I’d
like to do it myself if we could afford it.” “Here
you are, sir,” the waiter said as he handed the card and paper
to Harry who signed the bill and took one receipt for himself that he
put into his side pocket. The waiter left and Harry dug into his
wallet and threw down three hundreds on the table for a tip. “Three
hundred for a tip?” Ron asked. “Usually
it’s a percentage of the bill,” Draco said. “But
I’m guessing Harry added the real tip onto his credit card.” “I
did,” Harry said. “Let it go, Ron. Are we ready?”
The ten stood and followed Harry and Draco to the foyer where the
maitre’d was waiting for them. “Mister
Potter, your limousine is waiting out front. I do so hope that you
will come back to visit us again soon,” the nice man
complimented. “Thank
you, Mister Phillips,” Harry said. “Our service was
excellent this evening. I’ll be sure to come again.”
Harry escorted Draco from the foyer and to the waiting limousine. “Wow,”
Seamus said of the limo. “You’re something else, Harry.” “A
great date,” Ginny said. “How
did you know that man’s name?” Hermione asked.
“Legilimency?” Harry nodded. “Of
course,” Harry said. “I had to make him feel all good and
fuzzy inside before I left.” “Asshole,”
Hermione entered the limousine and Harry was the last to enter. Harry
hit the button and rolled down the window between the seats to speak
to the driver. “Excuse
me,” Harry said. “I would like to take my party to a
dance club. Would you happen to have any suggestions, sir?” The
driver listed several and a bit about each. “Draco? Where do
you want to go?” “How
about the Funky Banana?” Draco aksed. “No,”
Harry said. “You don’t want to go there. Trust me on
that. It’s not a good place and I wouldn’t want you
there.” “Why
not? You were there when you lived in London,” Draco said. “I’d
like to see it.” “Um…I
really don’t think our other guests would like to be there,”
Harry said. “It’s a gay bar.” “Oh,”
Draco said looking to the others. “Well, you and I can go
another time since we are sort of into that gay thing. But tonight,
let’s just try the Jiggerwicket Club.” “Please
take us to the Jiggerwicket Club,” Harry told the driver and
rolled up the window. “And I’m not gay.” Harry
laughed. “Yes,
you are,” Ron said. “No,
I’m not,” Harry argued. “I’m bi.” “But
you don’t like women,” Seamus said.
“I
like women,” Harry said. “I just…don’t like
them that much.” “No,
Harry, I think you’re gay,” Hermione nodded.
“Fine.
I’m gay,” Harry said. “Whatever you all say.” “So
is Draco gay, too?” Neville asked. Draco gave Neville a strange
look. “Well?
Are you?” Draco asked. Harry snickered. “Yes,
Draco. Are you gay?” Harry asked with flair. “I
think my sexual orientation is none of your business,” Draco
said. “I, like Harry, have many preferences.” “But
you prefer males to females,” Hermione said. “Thus your
relationship with Harry.” “Shut
up,” Draco said. Harry laughed. “Oh
god,” Harry said. “See? It’s you all that are
insane. Not me. I’m perfectly normal. I just have to live in
two different worlds where everyone has completely lost their minds.
Nobody can even tell what orientation they are.” “I’m
straight,” Michael said. “Me,
too,” Ron said. Draco, Harry and Hermione gave Ron a look.
“Well, for the most part.” “You’ve
had sex with a guy?” Ginny asked her brother. “Shut
up, Ginny,” Ron said. “It was experimentation. Besides…I
know something about you, too.” “That
was also experimentation,” Ginny said. All the others gave
Ginny a look. “What? Harry can be gay and I can’t
experiment?” “I’m
straight,” Neville said. “No
offense, Neville, but we all knew that,” Dean said. “And
what about you Dean?” Ron asked. “What the hell are you?” “I’m…um…I
don’t know. Bisexual, I guess,” Dean said. “I’m
Bi,” Seamus said. “So
Seamus can be bisexual and be with Dean but I have to be gay because
I’m with Draco?” Harry asked them. “No,
you just prefer males making you more gay than bisexual,”
Hermione reasoned. “I guess.” “Seamus,
do you prefer males to females then?” Draco asked. “I…I
don’t know. I never thought about it. I guess I do,”
Seamus said. “And
you’re bisexual?” Ginny asked. “Yeah,”
Seamus said. “Oh
I see,” Harry said in mock irritation. “So he’s
bisexual and I’m just plain gay. Fine. I see how it is now.
You’ve all lost it.” “Does
it matter?” Draco asked. “I’ve personally been with
you with women, Harry. So I know you’re bisexual. And I’ve
been with you with other males, too. So…that proves it.” “You’ve
been with him and other people at the same time?” Michael
asked. “Yeah.
Do you have a problem with that? We share,” Draco said. “Harry
is a slut.” They all laughed. “You’re
a slut, too,” Ron said. “Hell, between you and Harry
there’s not one person in the school neither of you haven’t
had.” “Sure
there is,” Harry said. “Not that either of us couldn’t
have had them.” “Very
true,” Draco said. “I brought someone for Harry once.” “And
I brought several for Draco once,” Harry said. “It
was the same night,” Draco and Harry laughed together. “You
two are just sick,” Hermione said. “Oh?
Is that so?” Draco asked her. Hermione looked out the window
and said nothing else on that topic knowing she was one of them. “How
did you two end up together anyway?” Michael asked. “We’ve
always been together,” Harry said seriously with no hint of
humor. “It’s always been Draco and me.” “That’s
true,” Draco agreed. “Very odd, but eerily true.” “What
do you mean?” Debbie asked. “I thought you were always
enemies.” “We
were. We just didn’t realize that we loved each other,”
Harry said. Draco nodded. “Must
have been that Potter Malfoy curse thing,” Neville asked. “No,
it was a Harry and Draco thing,” Draco said. “It was
always there.” Harry nodded. “It
had to be Draco,” Harry said. “It just had to be him.
There was nobody else that it could have been for me. That was it. I
was doomed with him from the moment I met him before school.” “You
met before school?” Ginny asked. Each nodded. “We
met at Madame Malkin’s and we were measured for robes
together,” Draco said. “Several weeks before start of
term. Then…we didn’t meet on the train. We saw each
other but didn’t speak. Then…well, I think we all know
what happened before the sorting.” “Some
Wizarding families are better than other, Potter. I wouldn’t
want you to go making friends with the wrong sort,” Harry
quoted Draco’s words back to him of that night. “I
think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,” Draco
quoted Harry’s response back to him. “Oh,
I remember that now,” Neville said. “That’s what
you two said to each other on the stairs before the sorting. I had
forgotten that.” “I
never forgot it,” Harry said. “I played those lines
through my head for years.” “So
did I,” Draco said. “You
were such an ass,” Harry said. “And
you were such a prick,” Draco said. “You idiot.” “You
little creep,” Harry said. “Go
to hell,” Draco said. “Fuck
you,” Harry said. “You
already did that, baby,” Draco said. “Oh
yes, I did. And that was so good, wasn’t it?” Harry
asked. “Oh
god,” Ginny put her head in her hands and rubbed her temples in
confusion as the others snickered at the pair of lovers.
“I’m
beginning to think that’s all you two do is have sex,”
Michael said. “No,
it’s not,” Draco said. “We do lots of things. Don’t
we?” “Sure,”
Harry said. “We train all the time and we had a wonderful time
in the forest today. Draco hunted and caught us a Grueder hare. I
skinned and cooked it and we ate it with ashberries.” “And
then we picked the Yupi berries for Albus for his pie and we went
swimming before we almost napped in the meadow on a blanket in the
sun,” Draco said. “And
then tonight I brought you to London so I could do that fighting
thing I do,” Harry said. “And then you did that ‘I’m
a Malfoy and I own you’ thing you do that drives me wild.” “And
we went to eat and now we’re going dancing,” Draco said.
“See? We do plenty of things besides sex. We’re…dating…sort
of.” “Sort
of?” Hermione asked. “Well,
yeah,” Harry said. “What would you call it?” “I
have no idea,” Ron said. “Dating I suppose but…it
seems like…more than that to me.” “It
is more than that,” Draco said. “We sort of live
together. Don’t you think, Harry?” “Yeah,
I do,” Harry nodded. “You stay with me in our room and
we…just do things everyday and have no classes. You and I live
together in a school. Do you know how stupid that sounds?” “Maybe
you both need to move out,” Neville laughed. Harry and Draco
looked to the other seriously. “I
could move out,” Draco said seriously. “I
can’t,” Harry said. “Albus would shit a brick if I
even suggested it. He tries to hold me down and keep me safe. But I
go running toward anything that even seems remotely dangerous.” “Proving
you’re insane,” Hermione said. “Proving
I’m Harry Potter,” Harry corrected. “Isn’t
that my job? My sole purpose? My reason for existing? That destiny
crap I’ve been spoon fed my entire life? Oh look there’s
something evil, let’s send Harry after it.” “That’s
not funny,” Hermione said. “Do
lighten up,” Harry grinned. “I was teasing you.” “No,
you weren’t,” Draco said. “You know that you’re
on the front line, pal.” “And
you know that’s where I need to be,” Harry said. “I
can take down leagues of men with one sweep of my hand.” Harry
moved his hand in a sweeping motion. “Actually I don’t
have to use my hand at all. I can focus it with my mind. I’m
just used to using my hands.” “Have
you seen his lifelines?” Draco asked Hermione who nodded. “Yes,
I’ve seen it,” Hermione said. “Trelawney
freaked out,” Ron said and everyone laughed. “Let
me see,” Debbie asked. Draco held out Harry’s hand and
all the others peered at the twin lifelines. “How interesting.
What does that mean, Harry?” “With
me it could mean about anything,” Harry said as the others
started at his hand. “Let
me see your other hand,” Draco asked and Harry gave him both
hands. “Are
you having fun analyzing me?” Harry asked of the students who
were all looking at his hands. “You’re all freaking me
out.” Harry pulled his hands back to himself. “You
weirdos.” Harry looked at them all. “You
have twin lifelines and you’re calling us weird?” Seamus
asked. “Yes,”
Harry said shortly. “You are all very odd people and not too
terribly mentally stable if you’re staring at my hands.” “It’s
not everyday we get to stare at the hands that rule the world,”
Debbie said. Everyone stilled for a moment and gave Harry an odd
look. Harry just stared out the window and gave a long sigh. “I
don’t want to rule the world,” Harry said quietly and
then turned to them. “I’m seventeen. I want to…do
other stuff. Not rule the fucking world.” “What
other stuff? What do you want to do?” Draco asked. “Does
it matter?” Harry asked rolling his eyes at the stupidity. “Yes.
It does matter,” Hermione said. “Tell
me. What do you want to do?” Draco asked. Harry slouched back
in the limousine and lay his head back against the black leather and
stared up into nothing.. “I
want to learn to roller skate,” Harry said sadly. “I want
to go to a movie. I want to have a puppy. I would like to go to one
of those carnivals and ride the rides. I’d like to go to the
beach and swim. I’d like to have family that didn’t hate
me, and I’d like to be just like everyone else and be able to
hold flower stones without killing them. And I’d like to not
have a scar and be famous for surviving some stupid curse as an
infant. And I’d like to not have the Ministry on my tail every
minute. I’d like to live until I was over a hundred like Albus.
Oh and I’d like new sneakers, too.” “Was
that in order of priority?” Draco teased to help lighten the
mood that had become a bit heavy. Harry actually gave the crooked
grin. “No,”
Harry said. “Just random thoughts because you asked. But I
think I will get new sneakers.” “One
down,” Ron said. Harry nodded a bit. The others chatted but
Harry just stared out the window thinking of what he wanted for a
while. “What
is it you want, Draco?” Hermione asked in curiosity. “I
want to not look like my father when I get older,” Draco said.
Harry snapped his head around to look at Draco and then his eyes grew
wide. “Oh
god,” Harry said looking at Draco as if he’d never seen
him before in his life. “Oh my god you do look like him.” “And
you just noticed this?” Draco asked with a grin. “Um…well,
yeah,” Harry said looking horrified. “Holy shit. You have
just fried my brain.” Harry threw off his glasses and rubbed
his eyes. “Of
course you already know that my middle name is Lucius,” Draco
teased. Harry groaned. “Oh
wow. Think about that, Harry,” Ron teased with a smile. “You
have actually had sex with Lucius Malfoy.” “Sweet
heaven just kill me now,” Harry whined with his hands over his
eyes. The others laughed at the concept.
“And
you mean to tell me that these facts have never occurred to you?”
Draco asked. “Don’t
take this the wrong way, Draco, but hell no,” Harry said. “Your
dad just totally freaks me out every time I see the man. You remember
the first time I met him. You were there with Ron and Hermione, Ginny
in the bookstore. He grabbed me and stared at me like I was some
disgusting thing. And the next few times we met he only said two
words to me and they were ‘avada kedavra.’ The man is
just not one of my favorite people and now…” Harry
looked at Draco and shook his head. “Oh god why did you say
that?” “Sorry,”
Draco grinned and was anything but. “It’s a Malfoy thing.
And did you know I have his cane?” “Lord
god almighty,” Harry said hatefully crossing his arms. “I
can’t believe you even said that. I know that cane very well.
Too well. It holds his wand. Where is it?” “At
the Manor,” Draco said. “So…” “So
you probably don’t have it anymore,” Harry said. “You
know he has to have it now since…well, since I let him go like
the fool I am. Really good going there, Harry. Arm the enemy. Let
them go and give them wands to kill you with. I’m so damn
stupid. Why did I do that? Why?” Harry ran a hand through his
hair. “Because
you did,” Hermione said. “It’s too late now.” “And
if you went right now to do it again, would you let Lucius go again?”
Ron asked. Harry stared out the window and growled. “Hell
yes,” Harry spat at himself. “I’m just…stupid.” “No,
you’re not,” Draco said. “I know why you did it.” “And
the thing is…” Harry said still staring out the window
and berating himself. “I could have killed them all that night
at Azkaban. I could have. I should have. I could have taken out every
DE there and…I didn’t do it. I could cast the sweeps to
kill them all as easy as I could have used the take down spells but…I
didn’t do it. Why didn’t I do it? Why? I’m
pathetic. I’m awful. What the hell am I doing?” “Harry,
relax,” Hermione said. “So you didn’t do it. Big
deal. You’ll do it next time.” “Will
I?” Harry tuned to them. “Will I? I know there will be a
next time because there is always a next time with me and Voldemort.
The stupid fucker. But will I kill them?” “Do
you want to kill them?” Draco asked. “Answer that
truthfully as Harry and not as Potter.” “No,”
Harry said softly. “I don’t want to kill anybody anymore.
I’m seventeen and have killed nineteen people. I’m a
killer and I hate that about me. And I don’t want to kill
again. I hate it.” Draco put his arm around Harry and pulled
him over so that Harry’s head was on his shoulder. “But
I’ll have to.” “Don’t
worry about that,” Draco said. “I’ll be there with
you.” “I
don’t want you there, Draco,” Harry said softly. “I
don’t want you anywhere near me then. I…I don’t
want anyone near me because I plan to take out everyone and
everything. Every person, building, plant, tree and molecule within a
mile of me…. I want this over and I want it finished. Anyone
in my radius will fry like a moth in a flame in an instant. You think
it was bad with the Dementors?” Harry sat up and looked at each
of them. “You have no idea what I can do if I so choose. I
could destroy London and every person, building, car, light, creature
and atom in a fraction of a second with a single thought.”
Harry turned to look back out the window. “Don’t
do that,” Draco said. “That might be bad if you destroyed
London. I sort of like it here and I have money to spend. Can we go
shopping?” “What?”
Harry asked turning to Draco. “Shopping,”
Draco said as if it were clear. “I’d like to go shopping.
Can you show me where you bought that thong?” The others
looked at Harry oddly. “Um…well,
yeah, but…why did you say that? Look at them,” Harry
said of the others staring. “Oh god you get on my nerves.” “And
you are a little squeaky potty,” Draco said. “And I want
to go shopping.” “Fine.
Shopping, damn,” Harry said as he rubbed his temples. “First
we’re talking about destroying London and now he wants to go
shopping? What the hell…?” The others laughed a bit. “You
don’t want to take me shopping?” Draco pouted. “Well…yeah,
I guess,” Harry said. “I just…it’s night.” “So?
I like shopping at night,” Draco said. “I like shopping
anytime. We could buy things for everyone. Ginny and Deb wanted new
clothes, too.” “So
you want to go shopping,” Harry restated. “Honestly,
Potter. I thought you were paying attention that time,” Draco
said. “Of course I want to shop. I want another pair of those
thongs like you bought me.” Ron snorted an insult. “Do
you have to tell everything?” Harry asked. “You have such
a big mouth.” “I
didn’t hear you complaining earlier,” Draco said. Harry
grinned and shook his head. “You
are literally driving me insane,” Harry said. “I swear
you are. Fine. Shopping. Where do you want to go?” “On
the strip in London. It’s near here,” Draco said. “Tell
the driver and we’ll go shopping instead of dancing.” “Fine,”
Harry said as he rolled down the window between the compartments.
“Could you please take us to the strip so that we could do a
bit of shopping, please?” The driver responded with an
affirmative and Harry rolled up the window again. “Shopping
at…” Harry looked to Draco’s watch. “Ten at
night. For heaven’s sake that’s crazy.” “No,
it’s not,” Debbie said. “That’s why the
stores are open at this hour.” The whole cab laughed except for
Harry. “Oh
joy,” Harry said. “Shopping. I want everyone in his car
to pick out at least two outfits and I’ll pay for it. And we’re
not leaving London until everyone has at least two. If it takes two
days, then so be it. Draco wants shopping then…dammit, we’ll
shop. I’ve completely lost it.” “Yes,
you have, baby, but cheer up. We’re going shopping,”
Draco said. Harry snorted his displeasure and the others snickered. “You
don’t have to buy us anything, Harry,” Michael said. “You’ve
already taken us out for entertainment and dinner,” Neville
asked. “And
bought us expensive wine,” Hermione said. “Listen
to me very carefully because I’m only going to say this once,”
Harry told them in a growling voice. “If I tell you to get two
outfits, that’s what I intend for you to do. I’m as
unstable as you think I am, so you’d better do what I say or I
may just snap and kill you all and take down London in the process.”
Harry flipped out his hand quickly to produce a razor sharp granka to
threaten them. “Are we quite clear?” “Yeah,
yeah, sure,” Seamus said looking at the blade. “Fine
with me,” Ginny said. “Crystal
clear,” Michael said eyeing the razors edge. “Whatever
you say, Harry,” Neville said moving away from the blade. “You’re
a bit cranky, aren’t you?” Draco asked. “Shut
up, Draco,” Ron said. “He
is. Are you feeling okay, baby?” Draco asked. Harry swallowed
and flicked the granka and it vanished. “I’m
fine,” Harry said. “Please, Draco. Don’t irritate
me right now. I’m trying really hard not to strangle you.” “You
mean with your hands on me?” Draco grinned and wiggled his
eyebrows in excitement. Harry chuckled. “You
are so damn irritating sometimes,” Harry said. “Do you
all see that he’s irritating?” “Perfectly,”
Michael said. “Very irritating.” “A
pain, really,” Hermione grinned. “Come
here, you,” Harry put his arm around Draco, but Draco crawled
over into Harry’s lap and leaned against the door. “I
will never understand you. Never. I have tried for years and…”
Harry threw up his hands and let the sentence linger. The
conversation moved on to other relationships between couples at
Hogwarts and soon the limousine stopped in a parking spot and each
got out. The
ten students strolled the brightly lit walkway and window-shopped for
a while until the girls found a shop they wanted to visit. The
fellows left them there and following Draco, found another shop close
by with men’s apparel. After two hours, each student had found
what they wanted and Harry had paid for all of it at both stores. The
nine shoppers, heavy laden with bags walked beside Harry who had his
hands in his pockets and was leading them slowly down the sidewalk. “Why
didn’t you buy anything?” Draco asked Harry. “I
don’t need anything,” Harry said. “But
that one shirt Draco found would have looked nice on you, Harry,”
Ginny said. “I
don’t need anything,” Harry told them again. “I
never wear a shirt if I can help it anyway. You all know that.” “You’d
probably live naked in the woods if you could,” Ron said. “I’ve
been considering it,” Harry said with a grin. All the students
gave their ‘thank yous’ to Harry who nodded that they
were welcome for the shopping treat. “You’re
just so generous,” Draco said giving Harry a quick peck on his
cheek. “What
is wealth if one can’t enjoy it?” Harry asked. “But
you didn’t buy nothing,” Neville said. “I
didn’t say I had to spend it on myself. I just said I enjoyed
it,” Harry said. “And we need to turn in here.”
Harry led them into an alleyway and back behind a couple of
dumpsters. With a sweep of his hand to them all he’d shrunk
each bag with their purchases in it. “Thanks,”
Hermione said as she and the others put the tiny packages in their
pockets. “We
may need to change back into our regular clothing,” Michael
said of the suit Harry had transfigured for the men. “I
like this dress,” Ginny said. “Does
everyone want to keep their outfit or change it?” Harry asked.
“I can cast a permanent charm and you can keep them.”
Everyone decided to keep theirs but Dean, who hated a suit. Harry
gave the charms and everyone was delighted. “Take hands and
I’ll take us back to…well…somewhere.” They
all took hands. “You’re
just so fun to play with,” Draco laughed softly to Harry. “I
never know what you’ll come up with next.” Harry rolled
his eyes and apparated them away. They all appeared with a pop in
front of the old dilapidated house at the end of Hogsmeade where the
two-mile corridor led. “You
are fun, Harry,” Debbie said with a smile. Harry shrugged. “Do
something for me,” Draco said in his playful way. “Do
what?” Harry asked. “Just
do something,” Draco said. “Entertain me.” “Entertain
you?” Harry asked and then crossed his arms in a huff. “What
do you want me to do?” “I
don’t care,” Draco smiled genuinely. “You’ll
come up with something. I like to play with you like a toy. You can
do cool stuff.” “Just
do something for Draco,” Hermione said. “Fine,”
Harry said and thought for a moment and then backed away from them.
Harry held out his arms and then swept them upward and jumped into
the air. Harry shot upward for hundreds of feet before disappearing. “Wow!”
Seamus yelled with a smile and Harry popped and appeared again in the
same spot. “There.
Are you entertained now?” Harry asked. “What
was that?” Draco said. “It
was…um…I don’t know,” Harry said. “It
was part flying and part fragmenting…sort of. I just…did
it. I don’t know what it was. I don’t think about it like
that.” “Do
something else,” Draco said. Harry snorted and looked up to the
night sky filled with stars hoping to find his answer there. “Okay.
Here,” Harry said. “Well, I guess I…I could…hmmm…”
Harry looked up to the stars again. “Okay. This is for you,
Draco.” Harry walked a bit away and put his hands out and with
a large movement from his hands up toward the night sky, the stars
began to move and swirl as the students watched in amazement. All the
stars in the sky came together to create the formation of a dragon as
Harry held his hands high into the air and slowly lowered them. The
dragon’s small wings moved as the starry dragon played all over
the sky along the night sky entertaining them. “Holy
shit!” Ron exclaimed. “Oh
my god,” Neville said. “Did
you move the stars?” Seamus asked. “No,
he didn’t,” Draco grinned up at his entertainment as he
slid his hands around Harry from the back. “Yes,
he did!” Dean said. “Look! They’re moving.” “It’s
just the light,” Harry said as he turned to them all. “Just
one of those freaky no-good things I can do that means nothing.” “It’s
very cool, though,” Debbie grinned. “See?
I told you that you were fun to play with,” Draco laughed
softly and gave Harry a light kiss on his cheek that trailed over to
his lips lightly. “Can you do something else?” “What
now?” Harry asked with a tiny grin looking at Draco with that
look of love. “Anything.
Can you scare me?” Draco asked. “Yes,
I can scare you,” Harry said definitely. “Do
it then. Just don’t hurt me,” Draco grinned. “I
would never hurt you intentionally,” Harry said. “If
you’re in my line of fire of your own stubbornness, however, I
can’t help that.” “I
realize that,” Draco said as he held Harry around the waist
from the front now. “Scare me.” “No,”
Neville pleaded. “Yeah,
do something scary,” Dean said. “You
want me to turn in to Voldemort?” Harry asked them with a
wicked grin. “Um…what
do you mean ‘turn into’ him?” Hermione asked. “Show
you his image,” Harry said.
“Yeah,
do that,” Draco said with wide eyes. “No,
please don’t,” Ginny said. “But
I want to see it,” Draco said. “You can’t do that,
can you?” “Do
you think I can?” Harry asked. “Yes,”
Draco said. “I
can,” Harry said. “Everyone who doesn’t wish to see
what Voldemort looks like, please turn around.” Harry backed up
a few paces as Neville turned around. “Neville? Are you sure
you don’t want to see what he looks like?” “I’m
sure,” Neville said with his back to Harry. “Fine.
Brace yourselves,” Harry laughed and then with a toss of his
head Harry morphed into the image of Voldemort. “Holy
shit,” Draco said with eyes wide. “Oh my god, Harry.” “How
did you do that?” Ron asked. “Avada
Kedavra!” Harry as Voldemort yelled making all the students
scream. Voldemort laughed his spine-chilling laugh and then Harry
morphed back into himself leaving eight students gasping for breath. “Don’t
you ever do that again!” Debbie yelled. “Were
you scared?” Harry asked with that wicked grin. “That was
him. Very attractive fellow, don’t you think?” Harry
swirled his hand over his head and put back his original fighting
clothing that he’d worn earlier and tugged off his shirt and
threw it. “I hate that fucker. I want him dead, dead, dead.” Harry
paced back and forth in the grass of the field they were in. Harry
flicked his hands out and created his grankas, which he threw out
from him into the darkness with a yell of frustration. The grankas
swirled and hummed in the darkness and like boomerangs, they circled
and came back. Harry grabbed each easily and held them in his hands. “What
are you doing?” Michael asked. “Casting
grankas,” Harry said. “I do that when I get pissed off or
just generally irritated. I used to throw around spells, but now when
I throw full powered casts, I tend to destroy things. Like people and
buildings. So now I use these.” Harry held up the blades and
with a half spin he cast them out by flinging his arms in a jerking
motion. The circular razor like grankas with centered handgrips
circled into the night and came back as Harry caught them. “Let
me cast,” Draco said taking the grankas from Harry’s
hands and casting them in his own slower and less dangerous way. The
grankas came back and Draco caught them both. “You
do that very well,” Harry nodded. “Bear more on the right
and cast harder and when you release use your first finger to add a
harder spin and it will go farther.” “Okay.
Let me try that,” Draco did the right handed cast which went
out from his hand and flipped over and landed in the field far away.
“I can’t get that flip.” “Just
practice on it. You’ll get it,” Harry said. “Did
Kiata show you that?” Draco asked. “No,
I made it up myself,” Harry said flinging out his hand and
creating another granka to show Draco the position of his fingers and
the cast much slower so Draco would understand what Harry was
teaching. All
the students wanted to learn to cast, and Harry showed them how to
hold the blades firmly and demonstrated how to send a basic cast.
Harry made them all grankas with no blade so that they could get the
feel of casting which was like slinging a Frisbee down and out. Each
was doing better than Harry had expected. “I
can’t believe we’re doing this at one in the morning out
in the middle of a field past Hogsmeade,” Hermione said. “We
should be more responsible.” “You’re
right,” Harry said. “We need to go. Everyone throw your
blades out and they’ll vanish.” Each student threw their
grankas and each vanished into thin air. “I need to…um…we
need to go.” Harry nodded to himself. “Are
you okay?” Draco asked with the head tilt. “You seem…I
don’t know. Bothered by something and you’re…”
Draco put his hands on Harry’s face. “You seem a bit pale
to me. You look…sick maybe.” “I’m
fine,” Harry smiled a bit but everyone could see Harry was pale
and a bit weak. “I need to get the students back to the school.
Take hands and I’ll fragement us over Hogsmeade and into the
Gryff Tower.” All the students obeyed and Harry fragmented them
all and took them straight up high into the air as tiny invisible
particles. Like a flash the group was darting through the air at
immeasurable speed heading directly toward Hogwarts. Harry aimed them
into through the tiny slit in an open window of the dorms and swished
them down the stairs of and defragmented them in the Gryffindor
common room. The whole trip was less than a minute. “That
is the only way to travel,” Draco said. “That’s
better than apparation.” “And
undetectable,” Harry said. Hermione came to give Harry a hug,
which he hugged back a tiny bit. “Thanks,
Harry. We all had a great time,” Hermione gave her sincere
smile. “I’m
glad you all had a nice time,” Harry said weakly. “Let me
know if anyone gets in trouble and …I’ll…do
something about it. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll find
some way to clear it up.” “We
can take care of ourselves, you know,” Ginny said. Harry rubbed
his face lightly breaking out into a cool sweat and shivering lightly
but no one noticed. “Okay.
Fine,” Harry shrugged. “You deal with an irate McGonagall
who might know you were not even on the school grounds for about
eight hours.” “Since
you put it that way…” Ron patted Harry’s shoulder.
“Keep us out of trouble, please.” “Isn’t
the point of going with me anywhere the risk of trouble?” Harry
teased as he wiped a cool sweat from his brow. “I am trouble.
Trouble is my middle name.” “I
thought your middle name was James,” Neville said. “And
mine is Lucuis,” Draco said and they all laughed as Harry
winced. “Please
don’t say that again,” Harry said almost sadly. “Michael,
Deb, do you want me to take you to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff….”
Harry stumbled back a moment as if he’d lost his balance and
the cold sweat broke out on his cheeks and upper lip. Harry held onto
the couch back to steady himself as he swayed lightly for a moment. “Are
you okay?” Draco rushed over when Harry grabbed the sofa hard
to keep from falling again. “Yeah.
I’m fine,” Harry breathed a bit heavy. “I’m
okay. I just…I um…it’s nothing.” “Harry,”
Hermione said. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I’m
fine,” Harry snapped and then straightened up to stand erect as
the students looked at him. Harry wiped his cool forehead with his
hand. “I’m just tired is all.” Harry closed his
eyes for a moment and swayed before he let go of the sofa. It looked
as if everything was in slow motion as Harry’s eyes rolled back
into his head and went as limp as a rag doll. Harry fell to the side
and hit the floor with a thud.
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Chapter 17: Chapter 17
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 17: The Game, Blackwater Fighting, The Unexpected