Rival Powers, Vying Worlds
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Rival Powers, Vying Worlds
Rival Powers, Vying Worlds.
Summery: Dumbledore sends Harry and Draco on a mission to retrieve the Sons of Ipswich before Voldemort learns of their power. What happens when the two of them introduce themselves? Personalities clash, Reid gets a bit sarcastic with Draco, Kaleb gets pissed with Harry, and the only the only way to get the Ipswich Sons to follow willingly is to tell them that there is a way for them to use their powers freely without aging. AU! Slash! HP/DM, eventual Reid/Kaleb, Pogue/Kate, Tyler/Sarah/*surprise*!
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“Harry, I need you to retrieve something.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the Headmaster's request. The older man leaned back and steepled his fingers, blue twinkling mischievously. Harry raised an eyebrow at the request, more than wary of the Headmaster's mood. The Headmaster only chuckled at his former pupil's expression of mistrust.
“I'm not your owl, Albus.” Green eyes narrowed when the twinkle in the wise, blue eyes seem to double.
“I believe Draco had said that you needed a vacation.” Harry rolled his eyes and sagged in his chair, slightly annoyed.
“Where is it we're going this time?”
“Ipswich, Massachusetts.” Both of Harry's eyebrows shot up, stunned.
“Draco doesn't usually want to go to the states.” Harry cast a speculative glance at the Headmaster, causing the older man to chuckle again.
“Ah, well, I may have bribed him a bit.” Harry let out a loud groan.
“What have you done, Albus? There's a good reason why you don't bribe a Malfoy.” Harry looked at the grandfatherly man in front of him almost almost curiously. “What did you bribe him exactly?”
Dumbledore waved a dismissive hand in Harry's direction, “It's neither here nor there, Harry. Draco knows the exact details of your mission, I'll see you tomorrow.”
Green eyes narrowed dangerously at the obvious evasion of his question.
“I'm on to you, Albus.” Harry muttered and took his retire of Hogwarts, leaving behind a grinning old man with twinkling blue eyes.
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Harry unlocked the door to his flat, feeling the wards wash over him as he slipped off his trainers and coat. The familiar scent of baking wafted through the flat, making it more easily seem like home to him.
Walking into the kitchen, Harry smiled at the sight of Draco working at the stove. All four burners had a pot or pan on them and the counters were full of half started concoctions. Ingredients covered every available surface of the counters and table, but at the same time the kitchen seemed spotless.
Harry shook his head fondly, trust Draco to keep his work station clean even in the middle of mass chaos. Once Harry had introduced Draco to the muggle “art form” of flipping pancakes, the blonde had been hooked. Soon the Malfoy heir, with his passion and creativity for Potions, had surpassed Harry's talents at cooking and was experimenting at a chef's level.
The raven- haired man thought it more as a stress reliever than anything else.
Silently making his way toward Draco, Harry wound his arms around the Slytherin’s waist and dropped his chin to Draco's shoulder. The-Boy-Who-Lived inhaled the unique vanilla scent that spoke volumes about his lover and sighed in content. The raven- haired man dropped his lips to kiss the back of his lover's neck when Draco leaned back against Harry's chest.
“When did you decide that we were going to Ipswich?” Harry murmured against Draco's neck. Draco made a soft noise of fulfillment before choosing to respond.
“Seems like an easy mission. I've wanted to go to the States for awhile now. 'Specially to visit New York and L.A.” Draco turned in Harry's embrace and kissed him hard. After a few seconds, Harry pulled back chuckling.
“I don't have much of a choice here, do I?” Draco tilted his head and looked at him in mild marvel.
“Of course you do, you'll be deciding on whether we portkey or apparate. Though I would really rather not take the portkey, they're awfully arduous.”
Harry let loose a bark of laughter, grabbed the back of Draco's neck, and pulled him in for a heated kiss. Under Harry's administrations, the blonde melted into him as if he belonged there.
As things were heating up and Harry was moving to discard Draco's shirt to taste the pale skin underneath, he was abruptly shoved backwards into the kitchen table. Harry looked over to his lover in confusion; looking severely disheveled, the blonde had immediately rushed back to the stove. Taking the time, Harry could smell a slight burning scent emanating form one of the pots.
“Damn it, Harry.” Harry heard Draco mumble, causing the other man to grin and move to wind his arms back around the blonde's waist. He was quickly stopped with a sharp, admonishing, “NO!” and a firm pointer finger in his direction.
Harry placed an angelic look on his face, “What?” He heard Draco's amused snort, his lover clearly not believing for one second in his self- proclaimed innocence.
“You know what. This is why you're not allowed in our potions lab any more.”
“Hey, I didn't know I was distracting you that much.” Harry tried to say with an indignant tone, but could tell when his grin was seeping through. He was awarded with another snort from Draco.
“Yeah and it only took an exploding cauldron, you with a concussion, and me telling a very embarrassing rendition of our night to the nurses at St. Mungos for you to finally realize how distracting you are.”
Harry grinned, biting the corner of his lip to hold in his laughter at the memory of their one- year anniversary, and gently pulled Draco from the stove and into his arms. Harry lowered his lips to Draco's receptive ones and kissed him sweetly. Draco moaned into the kiss before pulling back to let their breaths mingle.
“I'm starting to think that I should banish you from the kitchen also.” Harry smirked and quickly devoured the blonde's mouth again.
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Ha! For those of you who think that Draco is the domestic one of the two, then you're wrong! Harry had blown up the potions lab in a fit of...erm...lets just say that it got a bit too steamy in there lol!, so Draco had to find something to occupy himself with!
Review please
Summery: Dumbledore sends Harry and Draco on a mission to retrieve the Sons of Ipswich before Voldemort learns of their power. What happens when the two of them introduce themselves? Personalities clash, Reid gets a bit sarcastic with Draco, Kaleb gets pissed with Harry, and the only the only way to get the Ipswich Sons to follow willingly is to tell them that there is a way for them to use their powers freely without aging. AU! Slash! HP/DM, eventual Reid/Kaleb, Pogue/Kate, Tyler/Sarah/*surprise*!
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“Harry, I need you to retrieve something.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the Headmaster's request. The older man leaned back and steepled his fingers, blue twinkling mischievously. Harry raised an eyebrow at the request, more than wary of the Headmaster's mood. The Headmaster only chuckled at his former pupil's expression of mistrust.
“I'm not your owl, Albus.” Green eyes narrowed when the twinkle in the wise, blue eyes seem to double.
“I believe Draco had said that you needed a vacation.” Harry rolled his eyes and sagged in his chair, slightly annoyed.
“Where is it we're going this time?”
“Ipswich, Massachusetts.” Both of Harry's eyebrows shot up, stunned.
“Draco doesn't usually want to go to the states.” Harry cast a speculative glance at the Headmaster, causing the older man to chuckle again.
“Ah, well, I may have bribed him a bit.” Harry let out a loud groan.
“What have you done, Albus? There's a good reason why you don't bribe a Malfoy.” Harry looked at the grandfatherly man in front of him almost almost curiously. “What did you bribe him exactly?”
Dumbledore waved a dismissive hand in Harry's direction, “It's neither here nor there, Harry. Draco knows the exact details of your mission, I'll see you tomorrow.”
Green eyes narrowed dangerously at the obvious evasion of his question.
“I'm on to you, Albus.” Harry muttered and took his retire of Hogwarts, leaving behind a grinning old man with twinkling blue eyes.
______
Harry unlocked the door to his flat, feeling the wards wash over him as he slipped off his trainers and coat. The familiar scent of baking wafted through the flat, making it more easily seem like home to him.
Walking into the kitchen, Harry smiled at the sight of Draco working at the stove. All four burners had a pot or pan on them and the counters were full of half started concoctions. Ingredients covered every available surface of the counters and table, but at the same time the kitchen seemed spotless.
Harry shook his head fondly, trust Draco to keep his work station clean even in the middle of mass chaos. Once Harry had introduced Draco to the muggle “art form” of flipping pancakes, the blonde had been hooked. Soon the Malfoy heir, with his passion and creativity for Potions, had surpassed Harry's talents at cooking and was experimenting at a chef's level.
The raven- haired man thought it more as a stress reliever than anything else.
Silently making his way toward Draco, Harry wound his arms around the Slytherin’s waist and dropped his chin to Draco's shoulder. The-Boy-Who-Lived inhaled the unique vanilla scent that spoke volumes about his lover and sighed in content. The raven- haired man dropped his lips to kiss the back of his lover's neck when Draco leaned back against Harry's chest.
“When did you decide that we were going to Ipswich?” Harry murmured against Draco's neck. Draco made a soft noise of fulfillment before choosing to respond.
“Seems like an easy mission. I've wanted to go to the States for awhile now. 'Specially to visit New York and L.A.” Draco turned in Harry's embrace and kissed him hard. After a few seconds, Harry pulled back chuckling.
“I don't have much of a choice here, do I?” Draco tilted his head and looked at him in mild marvel.
“Of course you do, you'll be deciding on whether we portkey or apparate. Though I would really rather not take the portkey, they're awfully arduous.”
Harry let loose a bark of laughter, grabbed the back of Draco's neck, and pulled him in for a heated kiss. Under Harry's administrations, the blonde melted into him as if he belonged there.
As things were heating up and Harry was moving to discard Draco's shirt to taste the pale skin underneath, he was abruptly shoved backwards into the kitchen table. Harry looked over to his lover in confusion; looking severely disheveled, the blonde had immediately rushed back to the stove. Taking the time, Harry could smell a slight burning scent emanating form one of the pots.
“Damn it, Harry.” Harry heard Draco mumble, causing the other man to grin and move to wind his arms back around the blonde's waist. He was quickly stopped with a sharp, admonishing, “NO!” and a firm pointer finger in his direction.
Harry placed an angelic look on his face, “What?” He heard Draco's amused snort, his lover clearly not believing for one second in his self- proclaimed innocence.
“You know what. This is why you're not allowed in our potions lab any more.”
“Hey, I didn't know I was distracting you that much.” Harry tried to say with an indignant tone, but could tell when his grin was seeping through. He was awarded with another snort from Draco.
“Yeah and it only took an exploding cauldron, you with a concussion, and me telling a very embarrassing rendition of our night to the nurses at St. Mungos for you to finally realize how distracting you are.”
Harry grinned, biting the corner of his lip to hold in his laughter at the memory of their one- year anniversary, and gently pulled Draco from the stove and into his arms. Harry lowered his lips to Draco's receptive ones and kissed him sweetly. Draco moaned into the kiss before pulling back to let their breaths mingle.
“I'm starting to think that I should banish you from the kitchen also.” Harry smirked and quickly devoured the blonde's mouth again.
_______
Ha! For those of you who think that Draco is the domestic one of the two, then you're wrong! Harry had blown up the potions lab in a fit of...erm...lets just say that it got a bit too steamy in there lol!, so Draco had to find something to occupy himself with!
Review please