Danser avec des dragons
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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3,281
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9
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Danser avec des dragons
The standard I own nothing apply here. My beta finally had a chance to look at it. Thanks Sarah-bear
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“I\'m just saying we have this uncanny ability to muck up easy spells” Ron twirled an orange candle between his finger. \"Besides that Hermione would have a fit if she knew what you were doing. I can hear it now. \'Spells are one thing Harry, but chants aren\'t even a proven magical asset.\' And I gotta say mate, I\'m not so sure I\'m comfortable with substituting things that the book says we have to have.”
Harry rolled his eyes. He adored his friends, but there were times he thought they had been spending too much time together. “You know Ronald, I remember a time when you were fun.”
Blue eyes narrowed as the red head slammed a glass bottle of rosemary oil down on the table that was serving as an alter. The Burrow didn\'t have a proper alter sitting around for the boys to use so they settled for dragging out an old table out of what had been the twins\' room ignoring the stains and strange smell coming from it. Of course Ron had complained the entire way from the room to the back corner of the garden and had managed to bang the blasted thing into Harry\'s knees every three steps or so.
“Now what?”
Ron shook his head then sighed. “I\'m still fun.”
“Of course you are. It\'s just that lately more and more of the things you say sound like they should be coming out of her mouth and not yours.” Nothing like insulting your hot tempered friend to make him go along with your plan, Harry thought. “Forget it. I\'m just nervous. Let\'s get this done with.”
“It says here that rosemary promotes purification, love, intellect, and protection. It also only yields it\'s oil to wine, never water. Maybe that\'s why it\'s pink.” Ron didn\'t noticed his dark haired friend rolling his eyes. He had already read all this. ”Let\'s see what else, musk is a universal sex scent used as a divining aid in dealing with the past. What kind of stone did you say was in that ring?”
“Dark carnelian. It was my mum\'s. At least that\'s what Sirius told me when he gave it to me.” He ignored the twinge his heart gave at the mention of his godfather\'s name. The dead never came back. Dumbledore had told him that often enough.
“Okay, Worn to gain courage and self confidence, counter acts negative thoughts and defends the wearer against those trying to read their minds. As for the orange candle... well, encouragement, adaptability, stimulation, attraction, sudden changes, control, power, drawing good things to you, change in luck... I guess. Are we sure this is a good idea?” Ron shut the wax scabbed book with a bang. Something about the whole mess didn\'t feel right. Maybe his Divination classes were starting to get to him. Or maybe his friend was correct, and he had just been spending too much time with Hermione.
“Get out of my circle and keep an eye out for your dad will you. He\'ll have kittens if he finds out what we\'re doing.”
Harry lit the candle and set it to the right hand side of the table next to his mothers ring. Pulling the stoppers from both the rosemary and the musk (Ron\'s mom\'s. They had hoped for something better, but it was all she had.) he pored them in his school cauldron and mixed then with a quick swirl. He then set the candle in the middle and dropped the ring into the mix. \'Smells like Ginny\'s room,\' he thought, pulling a face. Only one thing left to do then. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Ron to make sure he wasn\'t standing where he shouldn\'t be, and started his chant.
Come, Dragonis
By your all consuming breath, I summon you
By your piercing gaze, I summon you
By your mighty strength, I summon you
By your wisdom, ancient, and cunning, I summon you
By your magick, deep and old, I summon you
Come, Dragonis to my call
Okay, first part done. He had summoned the dragon spirits. Now if all had gone right... the candle flared suddenly. Yes, that part was done and apparently they had no reason to not come when he called them. No surprise really. Wyrms, that\'s what legless dragons used to be called, and really if he could speak to snakes, then why not to dragons? Of course he could think of a certain bushy haired girl who would tell him that was utterly moronic thinking, but so what?
Dragons of darkness, your power will run
Until the time of my magick is done
Teach me your secrets, the dark not to fear
For dark is receptive, not terror or tear
Dreams of the spirit, soar with the night
Wrap me in guidance, you balance of light
Sharpened mind, energy
Aries dragon, bring to me
Boundless luck, adventures bold
These are the things I want to hold
Dragon red of luck and will
Help me my desires to fill
Now all that was left was to make sure the dragons understood that they were here for a reason, and he wasn\'t just calling them to talk. After all, they could be fickle creatures. Easy to rile and difficult to calm. Ron was just being paranoid he thought with satisfaction. Nothing to it.
Dragonis! Dragonis! Dragonis!
Three times I hail you. Listen to me!
This candle\'s flame is like your fire
Dragons bring my hearts desire
Dragon power, come to me
Hear my words, so mote it be
Dragonis! Dragonis! Dragonis!
Harry leaned over to blow out the candle. “See Ron. Hermione is good with runes, Neville with herbology, you at being a Keeper, when your nerves aren\'t all out of whack, that is, Draco, unfortunately, with potions,” He blew the candle out with a grin. “And my calling seems to be chants.”
“I don\'t know mate,” Ron stepped forward as the circle surrounding the table extinguished itself. “Seems to me something\'s bound to go wrong. I mean we used a lot of things that are for, well, sex.”
“Honestly Ron, come off it. Nothing bad is going to happen.” Harry grinned recklessly and started packing things up to carry back in. “It\'s not like Malfoy\'s going to assault me on the train or something just because we used your mom\'s perfume. It\'s for love not sex anyway, and I\'m not a pouf. Hey, with any luck maybe Cho will notice me this year because of it.”
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Miles away a certain blonde sat up in bed panting. He pushed sweat limp hair out of his eyes with a shaky hand. “What the bloody hell was that dream about?”
A small red dragon which had been standing peacefully by the window flew over and landed by the boy who had summoned him years previous. He pushed his head under the boys\' hand and mewled for attention.
“Honestly Aries, I think that had to have been the oddest dream I\'ve ever had. Something about Potter and sex.” He shuddered. “Best not to think about that.”
Aries looked up at him with flashing orange eyes and gave him the dragon equivalent of a smile before hopping back to the window sill and climbing in the pile of robes to go back to sleep. After all, being summoned out of his nice warm bed in the middle of the night tended to wear him out.
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“I\'m just saying we have this uncanny ability to muck up easy spells” Ron twirled an orange candle between his finger. \"Besides that Hermione would have a fit if she knew what you were doing. I can hear it now. \'Spells are one thing Harry, but chants aren\'t even a proven magical asset.\' And I gotta say mate, I\'m not so sure I\'m comfortable with substituting things that the book says we have to have.”
Harry rolled his eyes. He adored his friends, but there were times he thought they had been spending too much time together. “You know Ronald, I remember a time when you were fun.”
Blue eyes narrowed as the red head slammed a glass bottle of rosemary oil down on the table that was serving as an alter. The Burrow didn\'t have a proper alter sitting around for the boys to use so they settled for dragging out an old table out of what had been the twins\' room ignoring the stains and strange smell coming from it. Of course Ron had complained the entire way from the room to the back corner of the garden and had managed to bang the blasted thing into Harry\'s knees every three steps or so.
“Now what?”
Ron shook his head then sighed. “I\'m still fun.”
“Of course you are. It\'s just that lately more and more of the things you say sound like they should be coming out of her mouth and not yours.” Nothing like insulting your hot tempered friend to make him go along with your plan, Harry thought. “Forget it. I\'m just nervous. Let\'s get this done with.”
“It says here that rosemary promotes purification, love, intellect, and protection. It also only yields it\'s oil to wine, never water. Maybe that\'s why it\'s pink.” Ron didn\'t noticed his dark haired friend rolling his eyes. He had already read all this. ”Let\'s see what else, musk is a universal sex scent used as a divining aid in dealing with the past. What kind of stone did you say was in that ring?”
“Dark carnelian. It was my mum\'s. At least that\'s what Sirius told me when he gave it to me.” He ignored the twinge his heart gave at the mention of his godfather\'s name. The dead never came back. Dumbledore had told him that often enough.
“Okay, Worn to gain courage and self confidence, counter acts negative thoughts and defends the wearer against those trying to read their minds. As for the orange candle... well, encouragement, adaptability, stimulation, attraction, sudden changes, control, power, drawing good things to you, change in luck... I guess. Are we sure this is a good idea?” Ron shut the wax scabbed book with a bang. Something about the whole mess didn\'t feel right. Maybe his Divination classes were starting to get to him. Or maybe his friend was correct, and he had just been spending too much time with Hermione.
“Get out of my circle and keep an eye out for your dad will you. He\'ll have kittens if he finds out what we\'re doing.”
Harry lit the candle and set it to the right hand side of the table next to his mothers ring. Pulling the stoppers from both the rosemary and the musk (Ron\'s mom\'s. They had hoped for something better, but it was all she had.) he pored them in his school cauldron and mixed then with a quick swirl. He then set the candle in the middle and dropped the ring into the mix. \'Smells like Ginny\'s room,\' he thought, pulling a face. Only one thing left to do then. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Ron to make sure he wasn\'t standing where he shouldn\'t be, and started his chant.
Come, Dragonis
By your all consuming breath, I summon you
By your piercing gaze, I summon you
By your mighty strength, I summon you
By your wisdom, ancient, and cunning, I summon you
By your magick, deep and old, I summon you
Come, Dragonis to my call
Okay, first part done. He had summoned the dragon spirits. Now if all had gone right... the candle flared suddenly. Yes, that part was done and apparently they had no reason to not come when he called them. No surprise really. Wyrms, that\'s what legless dragons used to be called, and really if he could speak to snakes, then why not to dragons? Of course he could think of a certain bushy haired girl who would tell him that was utterly moronic thinking, but so what?
Dragons of darkness, your power will run
Until the time of my magick is done
Teach me your secrets, the dark not to fear
For dark is receptive, not terror or tear
Dreams of the spirit, soar with the night
Wrap me in guidance, you balance of light
Sharpened mind, energy
Aries dragon, bring to me
Boundless luck, adventures bold
These are the things I want to hold
Dragon red of luck and will
Help me my desires to fill
Now all that was left was to make sure the dragons understood that they were here for a reason, and he wasn\'t just calling them to talk. After all, they could be fickle creatures. Easy to rile and difficult to calm. Ron was just being paranoid he thought with satisfaction. Nothing to it.
Dragonis! Dragonis! Dragonis!
Three times I hail you. Listen to me!
This candle\'s flame is like your fire
Dragons bring my hearts desire
Dragon power, come to me
Hear my words, so mote it be
Dragonis! Dragonis! Dragonis!
Harry leaned over to blow out the candle. “See Ron. Hermione is good with runes, Neville with herbology, you at being a Keeper, when your nerves aren\'t all out of whack, that is, Draco, unfortunately, with potions,” He blew the candle out with a grin. “And my calling seems to be chants.”
“I don\'t know mate,” Ron stepped forward as the circle surrounding the table extinguished itself. “Seems to me something\'s bound to go wrong. I mean we used a lot of things that are for, well, sex.”
“Honestly Ron, come off it. Nothing bad is going to happen.” Harry grinned recklessly and started packing things up to carry back in. “It\'s not like Malfoy\'s going to assault me on the train or something just because we used your mom\'s perfume. It\'s for love not sex anyway, and I\'m not a pouf. Hey, with any luck maybe Cho will notice me this year because of it.”
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Miles away a certain blonde sat up in bed panting. He pushed sweat limp hair out of his eyes with a shaky hand. “What the bloody hell was that dream about?”
A small red dragon which had been standing peacefully by the window flew over and landed by the boy who had summoned him years previous. He pushed his head under the boys\' hand and mewled for attention.
“Honestly Aries, I think that had to have been the oddest dream I\'ve ever had. Something about Potter and sex.” He shuddered. “Best not to think about that.”
Aries looked up at him with flashing orange eyes and gave him the dragon equivalent of a smile before hopping back to the window sill and climbing in the pile of robes to go back to sleep. After all, being summoned out of his nice warm bed in the middle of the night tended to wear him out.